You just came back from grocery shopping and Venti misses you. Since you guys are dating and have been for a bit over two years.

Venti glances back at you, a smile playing on his lips. "Sure thing, Nagi." He walks over to you, slipping an arm around your waist. "Let me help you with that."

He takes the bags from you and carries them inside, setting them down in the kitchen before pulling you into his embrace. "I've missed you," he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

He picks you up easily, carrying you over to the couch and sitting down with you in his lap. "Now that we're together again, what do you feel like doing?" He asks, running a hand through your hair affectionately. "Wanna watch something? Play a game?"

Venti grins at you. "Okay, how about this?" He pulls out his phone, opening up a streaming app before navigating to a show they've been watching together recently. "This one?" he asks, offering the phone to you so that you can choose.

"Mmm, nice and comfy," Venti agrees, wrapping his arms around you. "You know... you look really good in my clothes." He leans in to kiss your cheek before asking, "Want to change into something else? Or just stay like this all night?"

Venti chuckles, amused by your antics. "Alright then, my little cinnamon roll. Stay as long as you want." He nestles you further into the crook of his arm, kissing your forehead before they begin to watch their show together. Throughout the episode, Venti continues to affectionately touch and caress you, making sure that you're comfortable and content in his arms.

As the credits roll, Venti gently nudges you. "Hey, do you want something to drink? A snack?" He asks, still holding you close. "Or maybe... we could watch something else?" His voice is soft and suggestive, a hint of desire in his tone.

"Mmhmm," Venti hums, a satisfied smile curling his lips. He stands up, carrying you to the kitchen where he fixes you a plate of snacks. As he prepares the food, he can't help but admire how cute and petite you look in his clothes. You really are perfect for him...

Once everything is ready, Venti carries you back over to the couch and plops down with you, handing you the plate. "There ya go,"

Venti chuckles softly before leaning in to kiss your lips. "With pleasure," he says, spearing a piece of cheese with a chip and holding it out for you. As you open your mouth, eagerly accepting the snack, Venti's hands wander up your thighs, over your hips, and around to your back, pulling you closer against his chest.

He continues to feed you, taking small bites between words as he teases and compliments you. "Mmm... that's a good boy."

Venti laughs softly, nuzzling into your neck. "I could never resist teasing you, Nagi." He presses another kiss to your cheek, his free hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress your bare stomach. "You look so cute right now," he whispers, tracing lazy circles around your navel.

As Venti continues to tease you, his other hand finds its way under the hem of his sweatshirt and up your shirt, slipping beneath the waistband of your boyshorts to stroke your feminine cock. "You're so warm and soft," he murmurs, kissing along your jaw before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tangling with yours as his fingers continue their teasing exploration. Nagi, you feel so good in his arms...

As Venti pulls back to look at you, his eyes darken with desire. His free hand leaves the nape of your neck and slides down between your legs, cupping your ass before squeezing. "I can't help it," he whispers hoarsely. "You're so irresistible."

With a groan, Venti picks you up again, moving to set you down on the couch with your legs over his shoulders.

His hands are all over you, stroking, caressing, teasing. Venti kisses a trail up your neck to your ear before sucking on the lobe, making you moan. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with lust as he continues to work his magic on your cock.

As you begin to tremble and shudder beneath him, Venti picks up the pace, his fingers moving faster as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

His name a plea on your lips, Venti can feel himself rock hard in his jeans as he watches the way your body reacts to his touch. With one last stroke, he curls his fingers around you and holds you there, feeling you pulse and shudder beneath him.

He kisses you deeply, tasting your sweet cum on your lips as he continues to hold you through your orgasm, relishing in the feel of you coming undone in his arms.

As you finally start to calm down, Venti pulls back enough to look into your eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips. "You're amazing," he whispers, brushing the loose hair from your face before leaning in to kiss you softly, tenderly. He can feel himself still hard as steel in his jeans, but for now, he's content to hold you and revel in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Eventually, though, he pulls back with a grin. "

"You know," he says, tracing lazy circles on your stomach, "I think I might need to get you out of these clothes before we risk any more messes." He winks playfully at you before leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "What do you say, Nagi?"

With a gentle tug, Venti pulls the oversized sweatshirt over your head, revealing your petite frame clad only in your boyshorts and his large hands. He leans forward to kiss you again, this time trailing kisses down your neck and chest until he reaches the hem of your shirt. With a soft groan, he pulls it off as well, exposing your flat stomach and the last layer of clothing between him and your body.

His hands move to cup your cock through the thin material of your boyshorts, kneading and massaging it gently before sliding lower to tug at the waistband. "Lift up your hips," he whispers against your skin as he pulls the shorts down over your ass and legs, leaving you completely naked in his arms.

With a low moan, Venti pushes you down onto the couch, bending over you as his warm breath fans across your ear. "You're so delicious," he whispers, positioning himself at your entrance before slowly pushing inside. He groans as he feels you stretch around him, taking in every inch of his length.

His hands move to grip your hips tightly, holding you still as he begins to thrust deep and hard into you. "Fuck,"

The feel of your body tightening around him is enough to send Venti over the edge. He picks up the pace, slamming into you with a harsh moan before collapsing forward, burying his face in your neck as he comes. His hands clench painfully in your flesh as he tries not to hurt you, but pleasure and lust cloud his mind until all that matters is feeling you wrapped around him.

As his orgasm begins to subside, Venti pulls out of you with a loud groan and rolls onto his back beside you. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. "Wow," he manages after a moment, looking down at you.

You're so beautiful, lying there all flushed and sweaty from our lovemaking. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips before he leans in to kiss you softly, tenderly. "I love you, Nagi."

Venti watches you with a fond smile as you get up, heading off to the bathroom to clean up and change. He takes the opportunity to collect himself as well, retrieving his phone from where he dropped it on the floor and checking his messages before sitting back against the couch cushions.

When you finally emerge, looking refreshed in a pair of boxers that are way too big for you, Venti grins at your adorable appearance. "There's my brave little warrior," he says, patting the spot beside him. "

You plop down on the couch next to him with a sigh, leaning into his side as you curl up against him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head. "How about we order some food?" he suggests with a grin. "I'm starving."

"Oh?" Venti feigns innocence, looking down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I don't remember that part... Maybe we should watch it back and see what I did wrong." He winks, tickling your side before saying, "But since you're sore, how about we order something for takeout? Something easy to eat?"

"Chinese food it is," Venti agrees with a laugh, pulling out his phone again and navigating to a delivery app. "What do you feel like getting?" He asks, glancing down at the menu displayed on the screen.

"Fried rice it is," Venti says with a grin before quickly placing their order. Once everything has been taken care of, he snuggles closer to you, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing your cheek. "You know I'll always take good care of you, right?"

Venti freezes for a moment, his eyes going wide before he bursts out laughing. "Oh my god," he manages between giggles. "You're such a little perv." He pulls you into a loose side hug, nuzzling your neck. "But I guess that means I better take care of you later, huh?"

Venti chuckles, still smiling fondly at you. "Oh really?" He draws patterns on your back with his fingertip. "I don't know what to tell you, Nagi. You just seem so... eager." He presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling out his phone again to keep himself occupied while they wait for their food.

Venti looks up from his phone, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I didn't say that." He reaches out to play with one of your curls, tugging gently before letting it fall back into place. "I think I could definitely handle that," he murmurs, tracing lazy circles on your arm.

The food arrives not too long after, and they eat together in companionable silence, occasionally stealing kisses or playfully wrestling over who gets the last piece of fried rice. As they finish up, Venti clears their plates away and then scoots closer to you on the couch, his arm wrapping securely around your waist.

"So," he says with a sultry grin, "are you going to make good on that offer?"

Venti's eyes widen in mock horror. "You're kidding me!" he cries dramatically. "I demand satisfaction!" He plants a light kiss on the tip of your nose before leaning forward to whisper hotly into your ear, "Fine then, you'll regret this tomorrow."

With that, he pushes you back onto the couch and pins you beneath him once more, his hands gripping you.

Venti grins devilishly down at you before lowering his head, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands roam freely over your body, cupping and squeezing your ass, tracing the outline of your ribs, even slipping under your shirt to tease your nipples.

"You're mine," he growls into your ear before nipping at your lobe, making you moan. "And I'm going to have you."

As if to prove his point, Venti rolls his hips against you, grinding his erection against your thigh. You can feel how hard he is just from that, and the sensation makes you even more turned on. Your cock leaks pre-cum onto your stomach, drawing a low moan from Venti as he takes it as an invitation to be even bolder.

His hands move lower, fingers curling around you as he positions himself at your entrance. "Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth as he pushes inside in one powerful thrust. Your body arches up off the couch, a moan torn from your lips as Venti fills you completely.

"Too rough?" Venti laughs, amused by your complaints. He picks up speed even more, fucking into you with a harsh moan. His free hand reaches between your legs, circling and tugging at your cock in time with his thrusts. "Is this what you want? More?"

Venti chuckles, pleased to hear he's found such a sensitive spot. He leans down, catching your eye with his own before whispering hoarsely, "Tell me what you want." His free hand reaches up to pinch and roll your nipple, and then begins to stroke the other one in time with his thrusts into you.

"That's it," Venti encourages, his voice rough from desire as he watches your face twist in pleasure. "Let me hear you." His hips snap faster, harder as he fucks into you over and over again, relishing the feel of your body coming apart beneath him.

It's only a moment later that Venti feels you tighten around his cock, drawing out a groan of pleasure as he comes as well, filling you with his release. He collapses on top of you, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh, both panting heavily as they try to catch their breath.

"Fuck," Venti whispers against your neck. "I love how wet and tight you are for me." He kisses a trail down your neck before looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "

"You're such a dirty boy," Venti teases, running his fingers through your hair before using them to wipe some of your cum from your chest and stomach. "We should clean up." He kisses you gently on the lips, their tongues tangling for a moment before he pulls back with a satisfied smile. "But first..."

He picks you up again, carrying you to the bedroom where he lays you down on the bed, still naked and sticky from your lovemaking.

As if in a daze, Venti crawls onto the bed beside you and pulls you into his arms, pressing their bodies together once more. "I love you," he whispers into your hair before kissing you softly on the lips, his tongue dancing with yours. "So much."

Venti chuckles, pulling away with a grin. "You always say the sweetest things when you're angry," he teases, kissing each of your knuckles in turn before standing up and offering you his hand. "Come on, let's go draw you that bath."

Together, they pad across the room to the bathroom, where Venti helps you undress and step into the tub.

As the water laps at your hips, Venti leans down to kiss you softly on the lips again before turning off the faucet. "I'll just be outside if you need anything," he says with a wink before disappearing into the adjoining room, leaving you alone in the steamy bathwater.

Venti pokes his head back into the doorway, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Are you sure you want me to come in?" he asks, licking his lips suggestively. "Because I could always join you..." He gestures toward the tub teasingly before stepping fully into the room again and closing the door behind him.

With a playful wink, Venti shucks out of his boxers

Chuckling, Venti climbs onto the bathroom counter and swings a leg over, sitting with his back against the mirror. "Well then," he says, grinning wolfishly at you, "you'd better make sure I stay clean." With that, he reaches out to run a finger through your wet hair before bringing it down to trace a line from your collarbone to your navel.

Venti leans forward, his elbows on his knees as he watches you with a fond smile. "I could never leave you," he whispers, cupping your cheek with one hand before leaning in to kiss you softly. "Not when we're like this." He trails more of his fingers through your wet hair, enjoying the feel of it against his skin as he continues to look at you, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"Perverted?" Venti feigns innocence, his eyes going wide. "I'm just looking at you." He leans in closer still, brushing his lips against yours before pulling back with a small laugh. "You know I can never resist you when you're like this," he whispers, running his free hand down your side and hip before cupping your ass through the water.

"Come here," he murmurs, tugging gently on your lower lip before standing up and pulling you out of the tub with surprising strength.

Without another word, Venti carries you into the bedroom and lays you out on the bed. His hands roam over your wet skin as he pulls back to admire you, his eyes lingering on every inch of exposed flesh. He leans down, kissing a trail from your collarbone down to your navel before moving lower still, sucking gently at the inside of your thigh and up to your core.

"You're so hard,"

Venti chuckles, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh. "You're right," he says with a grin before standing up and kicking off his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he leans forward to kiss you again, this time more roughly.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts his hips forward, impaling himself on your boy ass. "Fuck,"

Venti grins down at you, watching as you struggle against the taste of his boxers. "Be quiet," he murmurs before leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging gently. He begins to move faster inside you, feeling you tighten around him with each thrust.

His free hand slips between your legs, finding your cock again and stroking it in time with his movements. "That's it," he pants, eyes going half-lidded as pleasure washes over him. "

Faster and harder he fucks into you, feeling the head of his cock brush against something deep inside that sends shudders through both of your bodies. His other hand moves up to grip a fistful of your hair, pulling slightly as he angles himself just right. "I'm close," he gasps out between thrusts.

He feels you tense around him and then arch off the bed with a cry as you come, shooting thick streams of cum across his chest and stomach.

Venti's orgasm follows quickly on the heels of yours, his hips snapping forward one last time before he collapses heavily onto you, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath while he holds himself still inside you.

Eventually, he rolls off you, pulling out carefully before crawling up next to you on the bed.

Venti laughs, shaking his head as he catches his breath. "Sorry," he says with a grin, sitting up and pulling you into his arms. "But you were being too loud." He nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing you softly on the lips. "I love how wild you are when we're like this."

It's several minutes later that Venti realizes he hasn't eaten anything since dinner and is suddenly ravenous. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes going wide with excitement. "I know what we should do," he says, practically bouncing on the bed in anticipation. "We should order a pizza."

Venti laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. "I know, I know," he says with a grin. "But trust me, nothing hits the spot after sex like a hot, greasy slice of pepperoni pizza." He kisses the top of your head before sitting up and reaching for his phone. "Do you want to pick out what we should get?"

As Venti begins to type in the number for their favorite local pizzeria, you can't help but smile at how perfectly bizarre this moment is.

"Alright then," Venti says, chuckling as he presses the call button. "I'll just have them send us some extra napkins too." He holds the phone up to his ear and listens for it to connect before rattling off their order, ending with a wink at you.

After hanging up, Venti looks over at you and grins. "Now all we need is some wine," he says, leaning in to kiss your neck before hopping out of bed to retrieve the bottle from the kitchen.

It's not long before the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of their pizza. Venti fetches it from the front porch while you finish up in the bathroom, washing up as best you can. When he returns with two steaming boxes, you find him already spread out on the bed, waiting for you.

"Here," he says, handing you a box before sitting cross-legged and propping his elbows on his knees. "I'll just wait here like a good boy while you eat."

"Well, aren't you the demanding one," Venti teases with a grin. "Alright, alright. Come here." He pats his lap, and when you climb onto it he hands you a slice of pizza before taking another for himself. As you dig in, he watches you carefully, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"That's exactly how it should be," Venti says with a wink, and before you can protest any further he scoops you up into his arms and settles onto the bed with you, still holding the slice of pizza out for you. "There. Now we can enjoy our dinner together."

He takes another bite of his slice while watching you eat, relishing in the way your cheeks puff out with each mouthful. "This is perfect," he murmurs contentedly.

Venti laughs, a warm rumble that vibrates through you. "Well," he says between mouthfuls of pizza, "I am rather content right now." He leans down to kiss the top of your head before looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And I always feel better after I've given it all to you."

His hand finds yours where it rests on your lap, lacing their fingers together as he continues to eat, their gazes locked on each other the whole time.

His eyes go wide for a moment, then narrow playfully as he leans down and whispers hotly against your ear, "I could always try that...but I'd much rather taste you first." He takes another bite of his pizza before leaning back to watch your reaction.

With a wicked grin, Venti leans forward again and licks his tongue along the curve of your ear. "Oh," he breathes, eyes closing briefly as he savors the salty sweetness of you. "I could taste that delicious tight little ass of yours." His free hand moves down between your legs, cupping your throbbing bonner through your panties before sliding a finger up to circle the head of your cock "And if you keep looking at me like that..." He trails off, his voice rough with desire, "

His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and hungry. "Do you want me to stop?" His finger continues its slow circles around the tip of your cock through your underwear, teasing and tormenting. "Or do you want more?" He pulls back slightly before sliding his thumb over the head, gathering a bead of pre-cum on his fingertip before bringing it to his mouth. His tongue darts out to taste you, and then he looks up at you again, eyes smoldering. "

His gaze flicks down to where you've just revealed yourself, and his breath catches in his throat. "You are so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely before leaning forward to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he continues to stroke and tease your cock.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging gently as he expertly brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"I want to feel you around me," Venti explains, his voice thick with desire. "To feel you stretched and filled." He pushes another finger inside you, slowly at first, but then faster as he begins to thrust in time with the rhythm of your gasps. His free hand reaches between your legs again, finding your cock and stroking it in perfect sync with his fingers inside you.

"Come for me," he breathes against your neck, his voice rough and demanding. "I need to feel you."

Venti's breath catches at the sound of you calling him "master," his fingers curling slightly inside you as he pushes deeper, finding just the right spot. His other hand moves faster on your cock, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head with every stroke. "Come for me, baby," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Let it out."

You feel the familiar tightness building in your chest and lower stomach as you get closer to the edge. Venti's fingers inside you stroke and press at just the right spot, driving you wild with need. You can hear his breath growing ragged, feel the wet heat of him against your back as he nears his own release.

"I'm close," he groans, fingers curling tighter inside you. "Come for me, baby." His other hand presses down harder on your cock, thumb moving faster over the head.

As you come, Venti follows seconds later, groaning loudly into the crook of your neck as he shoots his hot cum across your back and down your spine. His fingers inside you twitch convulsively before stilling, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

He pulls away from you, wiping his hand on a nearby napkin before looking down at it in disbelief. "You're so wet,"

His laughter fills the room, warm and genuine. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I guess we'll just have to clean each other up." He reaches out to brush a stray curl of hair from your forehead before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're amazing, you know that?"

With a sigh, Venti climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom to wash his hands, leaving you to catch your breath and compose yourself.

When Venti returns, his eyes go wide as they land on you. "Oh my god," he breathes, taking a step closer. "You look incredible." His gaze lingers on the way the dress hugs your curves and shows off your collarbone before traveling up to meet your eyes again.

"I-I've never seen anything sexier," he stammers, his voice rough with desire. He moves closer still, reaching out to trace a finger along the lace edge of your dress. "You really are my perfect partner."

Venti's eyes flash with lust at the sight of your panties and the offer you've just made. He pulls his gaze from your crotch reluctantly, meeting your eyes once more before leaning in to kiss you deeply. His hands move to cup your ass through the lace fabric of your dress, lifting you up onto the counter as he deepens the kiss.

He breaks the kiss only long enough to mutter, "Such a tease," before nipping at your lower lip playfully.

Without another word, Venti presses his hips against yours, his hard cock rubbing against the lacy crotch of your underwear. You moan into his mouth as he continues to grind against you, growing more and more insistent.

"Vent..." you breathe out between kisses, struggling for air as he takes control of your mouth once again.

His hands slip between your legs, parting the lace of your underwear and gripping the hard length of your cock through the thin fabric. He starts to stroke you in time with his thrusts, watching as your eyes roll back in your head and you moan loudly into his mouth.

"Fuck," he growls, hips snapping forward as he comes with a guttural groan that vibrates against your lips.

Venti's breath catches at the question, his eyes flicking down to where you've just offered yourself. "Both," he manages to croak out before pulling away from your lips with an audible gasp. He reaches around, untying the laces of your dress and lowering it slowly off your shoulders until it pools at your feet.

With a final kiss to your collarbone, Venti steps back, admiring the view of you completely naked before him. "Such a good boy,"

Venti's smile is predatory as he moves back towards you, kneeling between your legs. "Well then," he says roughly, reaching out to cup your cock once more. "You can start by serving me this." He begins to stroke you in earnest, watching as you squirm and moan beneath his touch.

"But first..." His free hand moves up to grip your ass cheek, spreading the cheeks of your butt apart to reveal your tight little hole. "I want a taste."

His tongue darts out, tracing circles around your puckered opening before dipping inside and curling upwards to taste you from the back of your mouth to the front. He moans at the salty sweetness of you, his other hand still working your cock expertly.

"So tight..." he whispers, relishing in the feel of you squeezing around his tongue. "I could come just from this."

His other hand moves up, gripping your hip firmly before sliding a finger inside you. You cry out at the intrusion, arching your back and pressing yourself further onto his tongue. He pumps his finger in and out of you roughly as he continues to stroke your cock, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Venti..." you moan, your voice hoarse with need. "I'm gonna cum."