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You've fallen to the wiles of the man who claims himself god as his fingers dance across the softness of your skin, supple lips molding with yours, as heat blossoms on the pits of your stomach whenever he touches. A sigh escapes his lips, the warmth of his breath tickling your cheeks and he's softly grazing his teeth against your lips. He nibbles, unable to hold back, slowly slipping his hand into your underwear, fingers dipping into your heat.
"Venti..."
You feel him smile, amused that you're not calling him by his archon name.
"What happened to my loyal devotee? hm ?"
He curls at just the right angle drawing a breathless moan from you. He retrieves his fingers and slides them in again, slowly and deliberate, letting you feel every drag of his hand. Teasing and careful.
“You want me to call you Barbatos then?” You ask, voice a little too shy as you smile to hide your embarrassment. Everytime he rubs his digits against your walls you’re panting and heaving, control slowly slipping from your grasp as more and more pleasure seizes over you.
You're surprised to see this side of Venti that you've never seen before, so different and hot that you're reduced to a blushing mess under his touch. It's not an unwelcome change but you're quite feeling quite eager to answer his every whim.
Venti chuckles, swallowing the moans that leave your lips. “I don’t mind either.”
His voice is a lot softer than ever, so lovestruck and you're wondering how did you ever miss such obvious pining from the bard. Had he not finally confessed his love after a few more shots, Venti is certain you'd remain oblivious to his affection.
He prods his tongue inside your mouth, licking the bitter taste of the alcohol and wanting nothing but to taste you more and more like a starved man. He quickens his hand, fingers so wet with your slick as he stretches your hole in preparation. It stings but the pain feels so good it makes you feel light headed. Your hand tightens around his wrists, toes curling in anticipation as pressure builds up and you're whining against his lips.
"Venti ahh please…" you whispered. "I'm close."
The vibration of his chest as he chuckles sets you further on edge.
Venti pushes himself off from you a bit and uses his elbows that's on your side to hoist him up as he watches over your fucked up face and mouth wide open as moans spills from your lips. He skilfully rubs your swollen nub and you're fisting the covers underneath you for anchor.
You're so close, you feel your climax just minutes away from you and your stomach tightens.
"Go on then. Cum."
And like you've been pardoned, white light pokes through your sight as the knot comes undone and you're gushing in his hand. He slows down his actions, massaging your folds and you twitch, your hole throbs when he retrieves his hand.
Venti sits on his ankles to admire his work, quite impressed at how you looked with just his fingers, looking so pretty at how well he made you feel good. When you meet his hooded gaze, you see the heaviness of his breath, chest slowly heaving up and down as he licks his finger, so aroused at your sight under him.
"You look so beautiful." He manages to say as he rolls his shoulder, shrugging the last remaining article of clothing on him and bends back down again, slipping in between your legs and helping you take off your underwear. He presses his cock against your folds, throbbing as he rubs it to relieve his discomfort a little bit. "Hey, can I put it in, please?"
He peppers your face with kisses all over as he awaits your answer. He's growing a little impatient that he's rutting against you for a while to alleviate his hunger.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, you plant your lips on his cheeks and reply by spreading your legs further.
"Do it."
A wide smile stretches venti's cheeks and he stares at your eyes, dipping his head to take your lips. He seemed so satisfied with your answer, hand eagerly touching all over your body and trails down to his aching length.
He gives it a little pump and slowly rubs his tip against your folds. It takes every bit of his willpower not to snap his hips into you, he's trying to take his time and enjoy every last bit of the experience of finally having you but he can't help himself. Not when you lay so pretty underneath him, hair scattered on his pillows, loving eyes awaiting his every move.
He groans, barely pushing the head when he feels your cunt spasms around it, sucking him deeper into you and he had to hold you there. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, breathing heavily against your neck.
The rush of pleasure washing over his spine almost took out his senses. He surges forward, a slow and languid drag of his length inside you as you suck him in deeper. He throws his head back a little bit, unable to maintain a straight line of thoughts but the heat enveloping him.
"So warm… ah… "
The stretch made you breathless and you twitch, still a little sensitive from earlier. Heat blossoms on your skin, feeling the pleasure of his cock disappearing into you.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this. My beloved."
Venti's hand comes to lay on your chest as he fondles sweetly, kneading softly on the fat.
"You're so pretty… and so warm..."
You're embarrassed at his words. Although you've fallen for Venti, you never really had it in your mind that he'd reciprocate your feelings. To be wanted like this, your chest trembles. His voice is a sweet gentle melody in your ears, praising your body and rubbing everywhere, mapping out your flesh and getting to know you more intimately.
"Venti, shut up," you say, capturing his lips with yours as you cradle his jaw and he grins against your lips, his lashes flutter against your cheeks.
"Are you suddenly feeling shy now?"
He jerks forward, your hips rocking against the mattress as he hastens his pace, skin slapping against skin and your eyes widens, completely taken aback at the sudden speed. He hits just the right spot for you to feel light headed and it feels too much and yet not enough.
"Ah!"
"I need to let you know how pretty my windblume is."
He groans once more, bracing himself with his hands on both sides of your face, contorted in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth forming an o shape.
Your melodic lewd sounds bounce off the room, the creaking sound of the bed joining in the chorus.
"Vent...i" you drawl, your thighs crawling up the length of his hips as you draw him even closer to you.
" Oh... "
Venti fucks you hard, cock carving inside of you. With every roll of his hips, slapping his balls against you, you feel that electrifying pleasure crawling through your spine. He ruts and kisses you once more, muttering against your lips of how good you've been to him, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets too tight.
"Ah– shit you feel so good– so so good."
He's unabashed from the mewl that escapes his mouth, too hung up on the feeling of your warm pussy around him while you're reduced to an incoherent babbling mess calling out his name over and over again. He's almost there, the ghost of his climax lingering around that you can feel him lose control with his pace, staggering as he dips to bite the jut of your shoulder.
And you hear venti whine. "Can I cum inside you please? Please? "
The desperation in his voice makes you shiver in delight and you're helplessly bobbing your head up and down, whimpering as he resumes the feverish pace to chase his high.
“ y-yeah… ”
He wastes no time fucking you senseless, adjusting and angling his hips to hit deeply. Holding your hand, he wraps it around his neck, pressing your fingers on the side of his throat prompting you to choke him. You did, putting just the right amount of pressure on it while your chest bounces with every thrust.
“I’m almost-” the words tumble from Venti’s mouth as he groans and moans, thumb grazing your clit. His abdomen ripples, body shuddering and hips slapping a little harder, when you feel the warm bloom of his cum spurting inside you and you tremble, following suit as you clamp around him and spasming with your release.
Venti sinks his full weight on you, sighing as he did so. He plants his lips on your collarbone and licks your skin, giggling softly as he catches his breath. You run your fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp and petting his head.
You remain like that for a while, indulging in the comfortable silence with only your breaths mixing in. You’re still in disbelief for having just slept with Venti that a smile makes its way to your lips. Venti prompts himself on his elbow, matching your soft smile as well.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Both of you are in sync and you laugh, caressing your thumb against his cheek and you locked gazes. This feels just right and you regret not realizing it sooner that all along, Venti likes you more than you thought.
Venti leans closer, taking your lips into his.