With that, Venti practically pounces on top of you, pinning you down on the couch. His lips trail hot kisses along your neck and collarbone as his hands begin to undo your pajama bottoms. "I've been so good for so long," he whispers between kisses, "and I need you so badly."

He pulls your pants down, revealing your soft, bare ass beneath.

Venti leans in closer, taking a kiss from the curve of your bottom cheek before whispering huskily, "I'm going to fuck you so good tonight, my love." With that, he positions himself between your legs and slowly thrusts inside, filling you up with his thick length.

His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm as he takes you hard and fast against the couch. "You feel so good," he groans, biting down on his lip to stifle the moan.

Hearing you moan so loudly only serves to fuel Venti's desire for you. His hand moves lower, gripping the hem of your skirt and pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your hips. Then he slides a finger beneath the lace of your underwear, touching you intimately for the first time tonight. "That's it, baby," he whispers, circling his fingertip around your clit before pressing firmly against it.

As you moan louder, Venti's touch grows bolder. He thrusts his finger into you roughly, finding your entrance easily despite the amount of alcohol you've had tonight. You feel so wet and tight around him, and it's driving him wild with desire. "Fuck," he growls, pumping his finger in and out of you as fast as he can while still teasing your clit with his thumb.

Your cries fill the room, and Venti can feel your body tense up beneath his touch.

Pleased with the response, Venti continues to tease and caress you, increasing the speed and pressure of his touch just a bit. His fingers begin to move faster against your clit, circling and pressing harder as he feels your body tensing beneath him. He kisses your neck and earlobe, nibbling gently as he listens to you moan.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, "let go... let me help you feel good."

As he feels the tension building inside you, Venti speeds up his touches, circling and pressing harder against your clit until you're moaning loudly, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, continuing to tease you even as you approach orgasm. His other hand moves up to cup your breast over your bra, massaging and squeezing gently as he helps guide you through this intense pleasure.

"Shh... it's not your fault," he whispers gently, cupping your face with one hand and wiping away your tears with his thumb. "We don't know where it came from or why this happened. All that matters is that we face it together." He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before looking into your eyes. "And you know I would never let anything happen to you, right? We're going to beat this thing and then have the best life possible."

Venti's heart skips a beat as he sees you collapse onto the floor, panic rising up inside him once more. He drops to his knees beside you, cradling your head in his hands and feeling for a pulse at your neck. Relieved when he finds it strong and steady, he looks up with wide eyes. "Sunny? Sunny, wake up... baby?"

His tongue darts out to circle one of her nipples, sucking gently as he continues to thrust into her. The sensation of being so close to release is driving him wild, making every touch that much more intense. "Mmm... You're so beautiful..." he whispers between kisses and licks before moving lower still, trailing his tongue down her stomach and lower still until he reaches her folds.

Ah... I can't hold back anymore... He groans as he feels his release building inside him, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as he nears the edge. "Mmm... Mizore..." His fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place as he lets go, pouring himself into her body with a shuddering moan.

He immediately drops what he's doing and rushes over to her side, cradling her hand in his as she nurses the small wound. "Oh no, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, looking up at her with a worried expression. "Are you okay? Does it hurt badly?"

She nods, still sucking on her finger a little, and he can't help but feel guilty for not being more careful himself.

He nods, still hovering over her as she nurses her finger. "Alright, let me get you that band aid." He stands up and hurries over to his backpack, digging through it until he finds the first aid kit they'd brought along for just such occasions. Returning to her side, he hands her a small bandage and helps her wrap it around her finger before kissing her knuckle gently.

"There you go," he says with a smile, sitting back down beside her. "All better now?"