[ ā” A LOVE NO GOD NOR MAN COULD BARE . ]
(art creds: UdukinoIris, twitter)
pairing: venti x g/n!reader
content/summary: nsfw, giving venti a blowjob lmao
a/n: its almost been a year hi. posting this cuz my friends wanted me to write more smutnlololol
the first time it happens, he isn't really sureā
((and it brings him the question, is he ever 'sure' of anything in his life? maybe. maybe when it comes to you, he is sure, because he knows you. and he loves that he knows you. in fact, he thinks he even has a crush on youāisn't that shocking?))
āon how to carry himself. for a god who roamed the earth among the first saplings of human life, you'd have thought such notions of etiquette within the bedroom are second nature to him; it's not as if he goes nation to nation displaying himself for the nearest being who offers their affections, no noā the god is quite reserved when it comes to matters of the bedroom. he's always dreamed of his first time being 'special.'
It was a damaging title.
he knows there's no such thing as a 'special' first timeāit's due to be messy, awkward, tedious, and perhaps even embarrassing. the human body can be a tad bit.. unpredictable, at times. humans truly were the most fascinating creatures ever to roam the realm to the anemo archon.
so he tried to differentiate the two. tug and tear them apart with his bare hands, diminishing the label that he had to make it 'special'. that it had to be reminiscent of the love and romance he spilled upon the pages of his poems. that it had to be perfect.
which is why, when you ask to suck him off for the first time, he instantly shuts it down. well, at least for nowāhe knows it's going to be such an ordeal, to not only experience such pleasure for the first time in twenty-four thousand or so years, but to guide you through itāwhat if you didn't like it? what if you didn't like him like that, up close and so intimate?
that's rather silly though, he thinks. if you didn't like him, you wouldn't be in a relationship with him. he tends to forget the most crucial of things, sometimes. silly bard.
but stillāa no is a no. he wants to focus more so on you, easing you into it, ensuring your utter comfort and safety and protection and everything else that a man should value in his woman.
barbatos was a very giving god; this is something you learnt from the moment you'd met all those millennia ago.
did you mind it? a bit.
you especially minded it, when he refused for the second time. brushing you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek, he mumbles a soft, "maybe next time, my love; we still have to figure out what makes you whimper out all those cute little noises, hm?"
curse him and his smooth tongue.
((quite literally, in this case, as his tongue was the thing that had you mewling and buckling into the sheets that time.))
then the third time rolls around. you're determined. in fact, you can't ever remember a time where such all consuming determination has lit this fire within you.
all so you could suck the anemo archon's cock.
wow.
he, of course, goes through his usual routine of assuring you it'd happen 'next time'ā well, it was next-time now, and you still hadn't had your fill. after a whole lot of convincing, puppy eyes, teasing kisses and assuring shoulder rubs, it finally happens.
and, archons, it was definitely worth the wait.
"love," he stutters, the wobbling of his pale fingers curling into your locks, "you.. ahā" his cock twitches. cute. in fact, his whole cock is cuteāflushed a pretty pink, clean shaven and thick in its width. not exactly gigantic, but it did take a good bit of prep to slip it inside. it twitches within your grip, causing those pretty lashes of his to flutter over his pretty eyes.
everything about him was prettyāespecially from this view.
"you can just touch," he finishes, gaze trickling down to yours, "no need to.. to do anything too extreme."
((stuttering? at such an intimate moment? curse this thing mortals called shame.))
you simply hum, your thumb brushing a dribble of precum leaking from the tip. yeah, you had no plans of not tasting the anemo archon today. it was a must do.
he isn't really sure how to process the whole thing. but what he is sure of, and what he does know, is that your lips look exceedingly pretty wrapped around him. he has to groan, hips buckling into the wetness of your mouthājust slightly, as to not hurt youāas you take it all down your throat.
when your nose hits the base of him, venti whimpers, the sound small and tiny. in fact, you think it best to compare him to some pathetic puppy of sorts. and that's exactly what he is. pathetic and small. needy yet shy.
he forces himself to keep his eyes open, desperate to see those wide eyes of yours as you take him whole. "ah.. yāyou're doing so well, love. just like that.. whatever feels comfortable for you."
you near scoffākey word, 'near', as you're not sure scoffing with a mouth full of cock is the best moveāat his refusal to take his pleasure in full.
but there's no time to dwell on these thoughts. all that matters in this moment is making your archon feel goodāas he's made you feel so good so many times before.
so, to your utter satisfaction, the next few minutes are spent indulging your archon on all the pleasure he's been missing out on. that skillful tongue of yours trickles and slips over his tip, suckling at the stray beads of precum that dribble out; the parts you can't fit fully in your mouth have your hand wrapped around them, gingerly stroking the throbbing flesh.
venti, all the while, can only try not to cry out like a bitch in heat as you spoil him so eagerly. he finds it all so humiliatingāto be so utterly lost in the swirl of your tongue, on how your hands touch him as if his body is something sacred. something to be worshipped, just like the anemo archon should be.
it's a thrill he can't do anything about but moan helplessly.
"please.." he mumbles, those pink lips of his shivering.
you pull off his cock, a dribble of saliva keeping your lips and him intertwined, "please, what? use your words, barbatos."
dear archons.
he lets out an audible moan at this, more precum spilling from the rose bud of his cockhead, "please.. let me cum,, you will let me cum, right? please.."
how could you deny such a beautifully asked request? doting a tender kiss to his tip, you smile, nodding in conformation. a sigh of relief leaves him.
it doesn't take him long to spill himself into your mouth. it starts with a gentle tug of your hair, a whimpered out warning he's going to cum soonāhe doesn't expect you to actually swallow it all, and he'd never force such a thing upon you.
but when you don't pull off, ventis sure to be the luckiest man upon this realm.
his hips stutter and shake adorably, as they usually do, the rosy tip hitting the back of your throat as his eyes flutter shut; he whimpers out your name, thick trickles of his need leaking past your tongue.
"haaā¦ loveā" he tries to speak, "so good.. swallowing it all, m' so proud of you.. so pretty,,"
this is how it is for a few minutes. mumbled little praises of thanks fill the silence, even as you trail up to kiss and coddle himāhe is unimaginably grateful to have someone like you at his side.
so, maybe he shouldn't been so scared to let you take the reinsāin fact, he mentally cusses himself out for waiting this long. if he'd had known from the get-go it would be this perfect, he would've accepted the second time.
still not the first time.
in fact, never the first time.
so when you next suggest you want to be on top?
"ah.. māmaybe next time, my love.."
you can't help but sigh.
