cw : transfem! navia x gn afab! reader, smol picnic turns freaky, handjobs, dom reader, sub chara
the salty breeze of the sea fills your senses, along with the gusts of wind that flap in your direction, making the blades of grass beneath the cloth you sat on dance in the ground. skies were clear and the fontainian water continued to glimmer, seemingly making you remember briefly just how pristine and of great quality the hydro here was. despite the pretty surroundings, nothing could tear you away from the sight of the spina di rosula's president right now.
glazed eyes and sweat trickling down her neck, heavy blush dusting her cheeks and the way her mouth gaped, letting out such sweet noises only for you to hear.
you swore it had started as an innocent picnic date, but with the work piling up for the past few weeks, it barely got you any time to destress, let alone spend the usual time with navia. taking advantage of the given time you had now, surely your willing lover wouldn't mind to let off a bit of steam, right?
starting off with gentle gestures, kissing all over her face, needily clinging onto the blonde after hours of not seeing her, wanting to take your time peppering her features with kisses. then trailing down to her jawline, ghosting your lips above it, the lingering presence of your lips making you feel the slight shudder of her frame in your arms. carrying on with your actions based from her initial reactions, you busy your hands with the task of feeling her up ; running your fingers through her curly hair, then up and down her waist, caressing the hard texture of her black corset.
a few moments of showering her in attention, and navia's already becoming a breathless mess, from the summer heat and from your ministrations. desire courses through her veins, making her skin burn and tingle, longing for more of your touch, eager and greedy to have your attention focused on her only.
back to present when her voice is slurred, speech consisting of moans and barely a proper sentence formed, only pleas to encourage your stroking. "mon amour, plus, s'il te plaît-" those blue eyes roll to the back of her head, getting lost in the heat of pleasure with each hot stroke, threatening to push her so closely to the edge. "ah- ça fait du bien-"
each desperate moan that slips from those plump lips, and with the instinctiveness to try and close her thighs in, you could tell she was close. her length in your hand throbbed delightfully each time you brought your fingers up and down so tantalizingly, torturing your woman with the sweet delight of being drunk on incessant pleasure.
as your hand meets the tip, your hand retracts from the pulsating cock, hand flattening to palm at her wet tip, lathering the oozing precum all over the head. your other hand comes up to pump her length while your previously used one caresses the tip in a circular motion, with the fervour to push her even dangerously closer to that edge, denying her peak.
the change of action does wonders, really, when navia starts to pant and drool at the pressure on her cock. "oh-! t-too much-!" chuckling to yourself, your eyes feast on the sight of the esteemed spina's president writhing in front of you, driven to lust-hazed frenzy just because of skilled and quick handiwork on her dick. it was pathetic, honestly, but how could you not enjoy yourself this way when she had been so willing to please you?
leaning in to press sloppy kisses against her cheek, you kiss away the tears that fall from her pretty eyes, cooing softly at her. "est-ce que cela te fait du bien, mon amour?" you ask her, keeping your voice hushed to hear the delightful melody of moans she gives you. only replying with an eager nod, you feel her hands clutch against the hem of your shirt, as if bracing herself for impending orgasm. "tu veux jouir pour moi, navia?"
a stupid question, truthfully. but you needed to hear the words come from her.
with the little bit of air within her lungs to form speech, she's pleading once more, "yes, yes, fuck- j'ai tellement envie de jouir, s'il te plaît,"
with a satisfied hum, and the synchronized pulsating of her dick, your hands pull away and give the command.
"go on. cum for me, ma cherie."
"mon amour, plus, s'il te plaît" = "my love, more, please"
"ah- ça fait du bien" = "ah- that feels good"
"est-ce que cela te fait du bien, mon amour?" = "does this make you feel good, my love?"
"tu veux jouir pour moi, navia?" = "do you want to cum for me, navia?"
" j'ai tellement envie de jouir, s'il te plaît," = "i want to cum so badly, please,"
kein's notes : anyways yes its like 1:22am rn im so horny and i havent wrote in a while so !!!! freakster is back yalls
