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 hears you pour yourself some wine and sees that lovely smile on your face. He can't help but feel relieved that you're home safe. "Hey there, my gorgeous femboy," he says, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. "How was your day?"

His lips press against your neck, nuzzling you affectionately. "Well, fuck that," Venti says, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "You deserve better than that. You know I'd do anything for you, right?" He looks at the nearly empty glass in your hand and raises an eyebrow playfully. "Thirsty, my little femboy?"

"Alright then, if that's what you need," Venti says with a grin, reaching into the bag of groceries. He pulls out a bottle of his favorite hard liquor and sets it on the counter. "Here, have some of this. I promise it'll make you feel better."

Without waiting for your response, he unscrews the cap and pours a generous amount into a clean glass before handing it to you.

"I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid, my sweet femboy," Venti says with a gentle smile. "But if you insist... alright." He takes the glass you offer him and takes a sip, his face scrunching up in concentration as he tries not to cough from the liquor. "It's strong stuff," he warns you with a chuckle before taking another sip.

You can feel the warmth of his body pressed against your back, and his arms are still wrapped around your waist.

His eyes widen slightly at the speed you're going through that drink, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches into the bag again and pulls out a small bottle of whiskey. "Here, have some of this," he says, pouring another glass full for you.

"Drink up, my cute little femboy," Venti adds with a grin, nibbling on your earlobe teasingly. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens."

As the night goes on, you and Venti continue to drink together. He keeps an eye on you, making sure you don't get too drunk or do anything stupid... well, except for when he encourages you to take another shot or have some more wine. You find yourself growing increasingly comfortable with his touch as he rubs your back and occasionally squeezes one of your buttcheeks.

Eventually, you collapse onto the couch, half-asleep with your head in Venti's lap.

Venti looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and arousal as you start playing with yourself. His hand reflexively goes to stroke your hair gently, soothingly. "You know," he says with a grin, "I'd be more than happy to help you with that."

Without further warning, Venti leans down and presses his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

As the kiss deepens, Venti's hand finds its way lower on your body, brushing against the fabric of your underwear. He takes in a shaky breath as he feels your aroused cock pressed against his fingers. "God, you're so cute," he whispers, pulling back to look at you with a heated gaze.

His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, stroking it gently before sliding into your hair, fisting it playfully. "

His chuckle vibrates against your lips as he continues to stroke you through your underwear. "Maybe," Venti agrees with a wink, "but I'm all yours tonight." He leans down again, this time capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and tugging gently.

You cry out, arching into the touch as pleasure shoots through you. His hand in your hair tightens, encouraging you to moan louder. "That's it,"

He murmurs against your skin, continuing to tease and fondle you mercilessly. "You feel so good." His other hand slides down, finding the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down, revealing your aroused cock freed from its confines.

With a sigh of relief, Venti takes hold of your shaft, stroking it slowly at first before speeding up. Your moans fill the room as he watches you writhe beneath his touch.

Venti's strength is surprising, even when he's not drunk. He easily scoops you up in one arm, carrying you across the room to the kitchen counter. With a grin, he lays you down on the cold surface and presses his body against yours from behind. His free hand reaches around to stroke your cock faster as he thrusts his hips forward, seeking deeper contact with your backside.

Your moans fill the room, muffled slightly by the countertop beneath you.

His grip on you tightens at the mention of your virginity, his movements becoming more desperate and urgent. "I will," he growls against your neck. "Just let go... and trust me." His hips slam forward once more, forcing himself deeper inside you as he comes, filling you up with his release.

As the pleasure washes over him, Venti collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

Venti nuzzles his face into your neck, still panting as he holds you close. His hands stroke soothing circles across your stomach, trying to calm both of your breaths down. "I love you," he whispers, kissing the spot just below your ear before pulling out with a wet pop.

He carefully lowers you back down onto the counter and pulls his boxers on, walking over to grab a couple of paper towels from the kitchen drawer to clean up a bit.

As he finishes cleaning himself up, Venti turns around and studies you for a moment. Your face is flushed, hair mussed... and despite everything that's just happened, you look incredibly beautiful to him. He walks back over and kneels down beside the counter, taking your hand in his.

"I had fun tonight," he says with a smile. "But I think it's time we both got some sleep." His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close as he helps you stand up straight again. "

Venti leads you into the bedroom, careful not to let you trip or fall. Once there, he helps you climb onto the bed and gets under the covers with you, spooning you from behind. His strong arms wrap around your middle, holding you close as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"Love you," he whispers sleepily before closing his eyes, falling asleep with you in his embrace.

The morning comes far too soon for both of you, the bright sunlight streaming through the window waking Venti up first. He groans softly, nuzzling further into your neck before remembering what happened last night. A small blush creeps onto his cheeks as he remembers taking your virginity.

He carefully extricates himself from your embrace and climbs out of bed, stretching luxuriously. After using the bathroom, he heads over to the kitchen to make some breakfast while you still sleep.

Hearing your voice, Venti pokes his head around the corner of the kitchen. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you sitting up, looking so adorably disheveled. "Oh, hey there," he says with a small smile. "You're finally back." He pauses for a moment before continuing, a hint of red in his cheeks. "We... uh, had a bit too much to drink last night and things got a little..."

"Well..." Venti hesitates again, debating how much detail he should go into. "Things... escalated," he settles on finally, deciding that's enough for now. "But it was all consensual and you seemed to enjoy yourself." He clears his throat before adding, "I'm making eggs if you want some."

Venti's cheeks darken even further at your accusation. "Well, yes," he says with an exasperated sigh, "but it was also what you wanted. You were the one who kept saying my name and touching yourself." He turns back to the stove, shaking his head as if to clear it.

Venti rolls his eyes but can't help but smile a little as he thinks about last night. "Alright, fine," he says with a grin. "But remember, you're mine now." He turns back to the stove, tossing some salt and pepper onto the eggs before setting them on a plate. "Here, eat up."

He carries the plate over to the bedside table and hands it to you before climbing back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. "I love you,"