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"I love you."
You and Venti have told eachother that so many times. Yet, it still feels as special as the first.
"... I love you." You repeat, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and looking at his closed eyes. He seems so relaxed with you, it's adorable. You continue looking down at him, your knees pressing against his corset—a little reminder about how he went out drinking and practically collapsed onto the bed. Or well, into your arms, he tried to. It was funny, seeing him just lunge over to get your touch only to miss. Your thumb continues doing soft circles on his chubby cheeks, his chest going up and down and his eyes starting to flutter open.
He whispers something intelligible, laying down onto his side. With only a small gap between you, you can hear his breathing a lot clearer. Like always, he wants to be closer. Craves it. His head lays down onto the sheets, his arms reaching out to touch you. He mutters your name, trying to figure out where you are without having to deal with fully waking up and dealing with the lights.
"Love," You hum, bending down to kiss his cheek. He giggles sweetly, his eyes opening just a bit to see you. He mumbles something you can't hear, burying your head into his chest. Your hand goes onto the top of his head, playing with his hair that was a bit messed up from sleeping for so long. He looks so cute. You could just eat him up—or drink him. Hmm, his moans when you even just lick the tip of his cock are so addicting.
Your hand goes down to his back, feeling his corset once more. You push him down a bit, his head falling to your stomach with a dramatic "mmph—!" escaping his mouth. Your hands light begin to untie his corset like the many times you have before. Without him moaning and begging for you to take him, it's a lot more quiet and easier to take it off as he wasn't moving. The sun was barely up, the light peeking into the windows and shining the room a bit with a glow, venti's hair glowing along with it.
"Aw, look at that." You mumble, one of your hands toying with his hair shining with anemo before his corset comes off with your other hand. You try you best to move him enough to get it off fully and with all of his dramatic grunts and whining, you finally get it off. He sighs.
"You're so soft." You utter, tilting his head up with one finger. He clings to you, his warm arms wrapping around you tightly and his head resting onto your shoulder. He groans, clearly unhappy to be awake but happy enough that he's with you to not complain. His breath is steady and you can see his hands slowly going up and down your own back, almost like he's bored yet needy for touch.
"And.." He starts, his eyes opening more for a clearer view of you. He looks up at you, his tongue pressing up against his cheek for a few seconds before clicking as he puts it back into his mouth. It's a little nervous habit he does, but so, so cute. "You're...you're so nice to me.." He sighs, his hands stopping to start tugging on your shirt bordedly. He touches you so often, you can't tell if he's just being clingy or wanting you to take it off—with both being good.
Your hand trails down to his fly.
His eyes lock onto yours before nervously looking away. His lips part a bit, leaning in, silently asking for a kiss.
You unzip it, and your pointer finger begins stroking lazy circles on where his tip is pressing through the sheer fabric of his boxers. His hips jerk back, his breath catching in his throat. He shakes his head quickly but makes no attempt to actually stop you, making what he's implying blurry. When you don't stop, his face gets redder and his hands pause. His eyes dart around, and you can feel him getting harder. His thighs clench together, almost trying to hide it. He bites down on his lip, trying not to moan.
"Good," You assure him, going slighty faster. A small moan escapes him, his hand gripping onto your shoulder for stability. Your finger stops, tracing the zipper of his fly on his boxers. You open it slowly, easing him in. His head buries into your chest, embarrassed as you look at his cock twitching with pre-cum on it.
Your hands start taking off the bottom of your own clothes, Venti's eyes quickly widening as he can't help but stare. His eyes linger on you, his hands trailing your waist. The blush on his face grows, along with his bulge. Your hands press against the back of his white shirt, forcing him to lean into you and his tip beginning to press at your entrance. You stop for a few seconds, making sure he's not wanting you to stop. When his hands start trailing further down your waist and he starts to smile, you slowly begin to gently force him into you.
"Mmphh.." He moans softly, his eyes starting to close—this time in bliss and pleasure rather than being tired. He doesn't move nor thrust, enjoying the feeling of how you feel in him. He can see how your chest is going up and down quickly in excitement and his smile grows. His hands start to gently rub your back, his arms wrapping around you as he leans in and goes deeper. He can feel how wet you are and it makes him glad that he's making you happy.
He starts to move gently, thrusting into you a bit. You tug onto his hair, making him stop and stare. It hurt. It hurt so good.
He giggles, grinning now. His grip on you goes tighter, laying inside you gently but starting to get impatient. He mumbles something about 'letting' him go in, but it seems to fall on deaf ears. He groans, toying with your hair and pressing hot kisses onto your neck repeatedly. He starts to suck gently on them, creating faint hickeys visible to other people when you two eventually go out together.
"You're good." You whisper in his hair, the praise making him feel better. He giggles a bit once again, starting to lightly thrust into you again. His thighs clench together, and his breath stops for a few seconds as he realizes he was about to moan and was on the verge of climax. You've barely done anything yet have him wrapped under your finger without even realizing.
"H-heh.." He can't help but moan, not stopping—getting more confident and going quicker. He swallow his saliva, starting to get louder and moan more and more. He sees how calm you are and sees how he's quickly becoming undone, for how you feel so good and its filling him up. He goes a bit more slower, his nails digging into your skin as he tries not to cum. He can't go, not now. He needs to be good. It'll be worth it, for the praise and the climax.
Your hands go onto his hair, softly pulling it back and forth as he thrusts. He smiles, liking how much control you have over him. He tries to focus on you. Your body, and how you treat him, so amazingly and he can't be more grateful that he's here with you right now and literally in you. He feels so good..about to...
He stops, trying not to bust already. he swallows his saliva, trying to calm down. He struggles to calm down from the bliss he feels when hes still feeling pleasure from being in you, even if not moving. He moans loudly, his legs spreading. He shakily moans out your name, beginning to thrust before quickly coming undone and releasing inside you.
"A-Ahh.." He moans, looking up at you.
"I-I did good, right? You felt good?" He asks, his eyes searching for you for your approval.
"Very." You say, catching him into a kiss. His eyes quickly close, leaning closer into you. His hand rests on your cheek. He doesn't realize how long it's been when you pull away—it felt like no time had passed, and he wanted more. When you smile, his had tilts to the side in curiosity.
"I love you." You hum, wrapping your arms around him. He scoffs, blushing more and acting like he didn't feel love for you right now. He acted bratty, trying to tease you, but you can feel how relaxed he is in your arms. He sighs, giving up on the act and closing his eyes again for a few seconds.
With him waking up like this, nothing else can compare—on one hand, everything else will seem compared bad to this but on the other, it's such a good way to start, this can't be a bad day.
He starts to slowly get out of you. When you grab a tissue and start to clean the cum that had leaked onto the sheets, he pouts. You'll probably have to wash the sheets, but it was very worth it. He let's out a load moan as you begin teasing him, stroking onto his dick.
"H-hey!" He whines, looking down at you as you go faster and faster, jerking him off. Your hands onto his dick automatically makes him hard again, but stroking him like this makes him able to cum again. He moans as you stop, not knowing whether to feel bad as the pleasure was taken away from him or glad that you've stopped teasing him.
"Mm, good boy." You kiss his cheek. He groans but kisses your cheek back.
He opens his mouth to speak. "Y—you're lucky I love you!"
"I love you too." You smirk. He relaxes.
"... I love you too. I really, really do.."