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“Darling…”
Venti whined as he snuggled closer to your chest, pressing himself against you while his arms were wrapped around you comfortably. You brushed his hair and giggled, running your fingers through his dark locks as he turned and pressed his face against your chest.
“You’ve gotten more clingy, dear,” you remarked, only to earn another whine from your lover. “I hope it’s not another jealousy tantrum.”
"It's not jealousy," Venti protested, his words muffled against your chest. As he spoke, he tightened his grip around you, pressing himself even closer as if to emphasize his point.
He looked up and pouted at you, his face still somewhat flushed. "I just want you all to myself…"
You giggled again and kissed his temple, causing him to smile and kick his feet in the air like a love-struck fool. He was so enamored with you that others often wonder how you had the patience for him. Some found his childish behavior irritating— most notably, the little fairy the traveler was always with— but to you, it was simply a sign of how much Venti trusted you. How openly he shared his feelings with you.
He never hid anything from you just as you never did for him. Some even noted how lovesick the two of you were, but you always took it as a compliment for your healthy relationship with this silly bard.
Your arms wrapped around him, inviting him to your warm embrace, which he happily melted into. Venti sighed blissfully, delighting in the sensation of your fingers threading through his locks and twirling them around your fingers. You pressed another kiss to the crown of his head, and this time he giggled, his cheeks flushing to a warm shade of pink as he tightened his hold on you.
“Kiss me more, darling,” he asked, looking up at you with earnest love.
His request for more kisses was met with a smile and a soft chuckle. You found it adorable how clingy and affectionate he became whenever he was around you, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.
You leaned down and gently pressed your lips against his forehead, then proceeded to rain kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his nose, the corners of his mouth. His blush deepened as your lips moved lower, leaving a trail of soft pecks along his neck.
Shivers ran down his spine with each press of your lips landing on his skin. His heart raced, his breath grew heavy, and he relished in each and every bit of your kisses, engraving the shape of your lips into his memory. A spark of inspiration for a new poem began to flicker in his mind, each word forming like a whisper against your skin.
His hands trembled— not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of your touch, the way your warmth seeped into him like ink staining a blank page. Every kiss was a stanza, every sigh a verse, and in that moment, he realized you were the poem he'd been trying to write all along.
Ah, he was melting. He just wanted to keep this going on forever. If time allowed him for his darling to kiss him all day, he’d happily throw everything away and leap into your arms without second thoughts.
Seeing Venti melt under your kisses, his body trembling and his breath coming in ragged gasps, only made you want to tease and mess with him even more.
But just as you were about to continue, you suddenly pulled away, prompting an adorable whine of protest from him.
"Ah-ah,” you chided lovingly, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Be patient, honey~”
His brows furrowed as he missed the warmth of your lips against his skin. Instead, he leaned forward and captured your lips with his own. The sudden force made you pull back slightly, your hands instinctively reaching out to steady yourself and Venti as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.
A pleased hum escaped your lips as his fingers found their way to your waist, gripping you with just enough pressure to make you shiver. His impatience was intoxicating, his need for you evident in the way he pressed closer, refusing to let even a sliver of distance remain between you.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he tilted his head again, chasing after more— more of your warmth, more of your taste, more of the sweet, intoxicating feeling that only you could give him. He licked your bottom lip, nibbled on it, impatiently seeking entry, and once you granted him access, his kisses grew even more fervent. Venti memorized every inch of your lips, every sigh that slipped past them.
You melted in Venti's eager kiss, letting yourself be pulled deeper and surrendering yourself to the overwhelming sensation of his lips. He was greedy and demanding, his fingers on your waist pressing and leaving a trail of fire on your skin. His kisses were relentless, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every crevice as he tasted you, claiming you as his own.
The kiss was messy and passionate, filled with the intense desire and unbridled hunger that only Venti could express.
“You’re not playing fair,” you murmured against his lips, breathless yet smiling.
Venti chuckled, but there was an undeniable force beneath it. “And you are?” His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your waist, his grin widening when he felt the way your body responded to his touch.
"Touché," you admitted, your voice wavering slightly as his fingers continued their teasing patterns. You leaned in and nipped at his jaw, earning a pleased hum from him. "And here I was thinking you’d give your dearest darling a pass to tease her clingy bard."
You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers together, your fingers slotting perfectly between his calloused ones as you continued to kiss along his throat and jaw. Venti let out a soft moan as your lips continued their journey on his skin. The feeling of your fingers interlaced with his, the warmth of your body so close to his, it was all so overwhelmingly intoxicating.
He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The feeling of your body against his was like a drug, and he couldn't get enough of it.
"Darling, you're driving me insane," he breathed into your ear, his voice low and gravelly.
A shiver ran down your spine at the sound, thick with longing and laced with something dangerously sweet. You smiled against his skin, delighting in the way his grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, as if afraid you’d slip away.
“Am I now?” you teased, tilting your head to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “But I thought you liked it when I played with you like this, my love~”
Venti’s breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, his fingers trembled against yours. Then, in one swift motion, he twisted your intertwined hands, pinning them gently against the surface behind you. His turquoise gaze locked onto yours, the usual playfulness was still present, but now mixed with something deeper— something unspoken yet undeniably powerful.
“Don’t tempt me, windblume,” he murmured, pressing his forehead lightly against yours. His thumb traced soothing circles over the back of your hand, grounding himself in the warmth of your touch. “Or I just might show you how maddening you truly are.”
His lips hovered over yours, close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath, yet still teasingly distant. The moment stretched between you until finally he closed the space once more, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming.
Your eyes fluttered shut as Venti kissed you, his tongue moving against yours with practiced finesse. The way he dominated the kiss while still being tender and loving was driving you insane, causing your stomach to twist in delicious incitement. How could anyone be both so gentle and so commanding at the same time? With every brief pause to catch your breath, he dove right back in, unwilling to part for long until you were pushed onto the mattress with a light bounce.
His hands guided your arms to hug around his shoulders as he hovered over you, trapping you beneath him. Unable to keep up, you broke the kiss and turned your head to the side, softly panting while your cheeks flushed a deep red from the passionate and hungry kisses of your lovesick bard.
“V-Venti, wait…” you whispered as you weakly pushed his shoulders, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, and the way Venti loomed over you— his teal eyes darkened with desire, lips swollen from your kisses— only made it race faster.
He took a slow breath, grounding himself, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His fingers now traced soothing patterns along your sides.
“Ah… forgive me, princess,” he murmured, voice laced with regret and affection. “I got carried away.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your heated skin as he gazed at you with nothing but pure adoration. “You’re just… so intoxicating.”
You swallowed thickly, still dazed from the heat of the moment, but the warmth in his expression eased your nerves. Venti always had a way of knowing exactly how to balance mischief and tenderness, and this was no exception.
A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you nudged him lightly. “You really do get lost in the moment, don’t you?”
Venti chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “Only when it comes to you.”
His eyes studied your flushed face. The sight of you, lying out beneath him, looking so beautiful and disheveled, was making his heart beat even faster.
"It's just... when I'm with you, I can't help but get carried away. You just... do something to me." He traced a finger down your cheek, his touch light and teasing.
His words sent another wave of warmth through you, and you found yourself pulling him closer once more, your fingers tangling in his hair. Despite the fiery passion from earlier, you now took your time and savored his presence.
Gently, you took the hand that had been caressing your cheek, and when you pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his heart skipped a beat.
He leaned in, his breath warm on your skin. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered softly, voice thick with emotion. "You have me completely smitten, darling."
A soft giggle escaped your lips as you gazed up at him, warmth blossoming in your chest at the sheer tenderness in his voice. His eyes held something deeper. Something vulnerable and utterly devoted.
“I could say the same to you, my love,” you murmured, pressing another lingering kiss to his knuckles before gently pulling his hand closer to your lips.
Venti barely had time to react before you placed another kiss against the back of his hand, then his wrist. His breath hitched slightly, but he said nothing, only watching you with rapt attention, his lips parted ever so slightly.
You smiled at his dazed expression and continued your gentle assault, moving up to kiss his palm, then the inside of his wrist. Slowly, teasingly, you trailed kisses along his arm, making your way toward his shoulder. The light, fluttering pecks sent shivers through his entire body, and he let out an unsteady breath, his grip on your waist tightening.
“D-Darling…” he mumbled, his voice shaky yet laced with warmth.
You hummed in response, cupping his face as you guided him closer. “You’re so cute. Just relax for me, love, okay?”
Before he could process your words, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. Then another. And another.
Venti blinked, utterly stunned as you peppered kisses all over his face— his temples, his nose, the corners of his lips. Every little press of your lips sent sparks through him, and he swore his entire mind had turned to mush.
You giggled at his adorably dazed expression, placing a quick peck on his forehead before pulling back just enough to admire your handiwork. His eyes were lidded, his cheeks painted in a lovely shade of red, and his lips parted as if he had completely forgotten how to speak.
“Hmm, looks like I finally turned your mind blank,” you teased, booping his nose with your fingertip.
Venti let out a breathy chuckle, blinking slowly as if trying to gather his thoughts. “You… You little minx,” he finally managed, hiding his flushed face against the dip between your neck and shoulder, completely disarmed by your affections.
You only giggled in response before cupping his face once more, bringing him in for a series of quick, playful kisses against his lips, one after the other. It was so light yet so dizzying that he couldn’t even begin to keep up.
More, more…
That was all Venti could think. He was completely under your spell now, his mind reduced to a single chant, demanding more. He felt like he was drowning in your kisses, every press of your lips against his only fueling his growing need for you.
He leaned in, chasing after your kisses, but they were too fleeting, too teasing for him to get his fill. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, desperate to get more of your sweet torture.
Venti craved more of your kisses.
He disregarded any thoughts swarming in his mind as he solely focused on the sensation of your lips touching his again and again. He looked up at you, pleading, begging to give him your love. To spoil him rotten with your kisses. To drown him in your affection until he could think of nothing else but you.
His breath came in soft, uneven pants, and his teal eyes were hazy with pure adoration as he gazed at you with parted lips, and flushed cheeks. He was completely and utterly lost in you. He looked so beautiful like this, so vulnerable and lovesick, that you couldn’t help but grant his unspoken wish.
You leaned in once more, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, then another to his jawline. His breath hitched, his hands gripping your waist as if to anchor himself, but you weren’t done yet.
Trailing your kisses upward, you placed one on his nose, then both cheeks, before moving to his forehead. “Oh, Venti,” you cooed, your voice like a gentle melody, “you really love this, don’t you?”
Venti was putty in your hands as he let out a breathy whine, though it was shaky, almost dazed. “How could I not?” he murmured, his voice laced with drunkenness, thick and dreamy. “My angel is kissing me nonstop… she’s showering me with the sweetest gifts I could ever receive.”
“Better than dandelion wine?”
“Better than dandelion wine,” he repeated.
Your heart swelled at his words, and in response, you peppered even more kisses all over his face, moving faster, lighter—your lips flitting over every inch of his skin like the softest of raindrops. His nose, his eyelids, his temples— no part of him was left untouched by your love.
He wanted every bit of your attention, every ounce of your affection. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was losing himself in your kisses.
Venti groaned softly, his body trembling slightly under the weight of your affection. His mind was a complete blur, filled only with the warmth of your lips, the sound of your breathy giggles, and the intoxicating way you loved him.
“Windblume,” he pleaded between kisses, his voice breathless, needy. “Don’t stop… not yet.”
You smiled against his skin before pressing one last, lingering kiss to his lips. You kissed him again. And again. And again— until Venti could no longer think— until he was completely, utterly drunk in your love.
By the time you finally pulled away, Venti was a breathless, flustered mess. You could almost see multiple hearts popping out of his head from pure smitten love. His head rested against your shoulder as he tried to steady himself, catching his breath from all those nonstop, intoxicating kisses.
“I… I… more…” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.
You laughed, running your fingers through his hair as you held him close. “You’ll get intoxicated if I keep going, honey.”
“Don't… care… more kiss, me… please…” he mumbled as he stared off to a wall.
Venti, normally so articulate and quick-witted, was reduced to a mumbling mess. His words came out in half-formed sentences and pleas. It was both endearing and, in a way, a little alarming.
“Oh dear, even your sentences are falling apart…” you mused, unable to hide your amusement as you gazed at the lovesick bard in your arms. His usual poetic eloquence had completely crumbled from your series of affection, leaving him a dazed, mumbling puddle of adoration.
Venti blinked slowly, his unfocused eyes still locked on some random spot on the wall. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was still trying to chase after the sensation of your kisses. The way he clung to you, his fingers gripping your clothes like you’d disappear if he let go, only made your heart melt further.
“Think… can’t…” he murmured, voice weak but full of dreamy delight. “Only… you…”
You chuckled at his pleading, running your fingers through his messy locks. "Aww, you want more, sweetheart?" you teased, shaking your head as you cupped his flushed cheeks. “Oh, my poor, love-drunk bard. You’ve completely short-circuited, haven’t you?” you cooed, stroking your thumb over his warm skin.
Venti only let out a soft whimper in response, leaning fully into your touch, his body going slack as if surrendering himself entirely to your warmth. He nuzzled against your palm, sighing dreamily as if he were floating in the sky itself.
You bit back another giggle before leaning in once more, pressing a final, featherlight kiss to his forehead. “There,” you whispered against his skin, “one last kiss to help bring you back to me.”
A deep, shuddering sigh left his lips, his entire body relaxing as if that single kiss had been his salvation. His grip on you tightened slightly, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes, before he finally managed to whisper, “I… love… you…”
You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. “I love you too, my dearest.”
Venti finally melted completely in your arms, his mind still hazy but filled with nothing but love, warmth, and the lingering sensation of your kisses.