#slightly drunk reader

Venti had always been needy when he got drunk. Though it wasn’t a bad thing, usually he would just cuddle up to you if you were near or he would follow you around like a little lost puppy, little whines when you move away or get up to do something, being pouty but still wobbling after you.

‘He’s certainly never done this before’ you think, watching him with wide eyes as he drags you towards one of the dark, shadow covered corners of Angel’s Share, away from the crowds of laughing drunkies.

‘He’s certainly never done this before’ you think, watching him with wide eyes as he drags you towards one of the dark, shadow covered corners of Angel’s Share, away from the crowds of laughing drunkies.

“Venti—” he shushes you with a kiss, pressing you against the wall. Humming softly as he grinds against you, pressing his little erection on your thigh as he whines into your mouth.

“Ah,” letting out a quiet little cry as you press your thigh up on his erection, neck flushed from what, the alcohol or from feeling good? You couldn’t tell, your own mind hazy with wine.

“Venti, what’s up with you?” You whisper as he slumps against you, gripping your shirt weakly to keep himself upright. His face was a burning red, little tears almost escaping his eyes while his small waist continued to rut desperately against you.

“Need you, ha, need—” he babbles, so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

Stifling a groan as he grabs your own half hard cock through your pants; sending you a sultry look that you knew meant trouble. But your drunken state wasn’t fast enough to stop him from putting his hand down your pants— grabbing your cock in his warm grasp.

“I need you,” he repeats, warm hands gripping your cock and you choke, hands fumbling to to shush yourself— Venti knew exactly where it felt good, his skillful little hands already pressing against the sensitive spots of your dick. “Wanna suck you off. Can I? Want your cum down my throat.”

His thumb presses against your tip, gathering up the escaping precum and spreading on the head, a breathy laugh rumbling from his throat when you groan into your hand, trying to muffle your noises so that no one around you hears.

Though they weren’t even paying attention, possibly not even noticing that you both had left; either too drunk or too preoccupied with whatever they were doing at the moment. You pray to the Archons that no one notices.

“Fucking slut,” you grumble, your knee pressing harder against Venti’s little erection, and he falters, the teasing smile he wore falling almost immediately while he jolts at the pressure. “Getting me hard in public like this, you want me to fuck you in front of all these men? Show them how much of a little cumslut you are? So fucking needy.”

He doesn’t respond outright, directing his attention on your thigh pushing against his cock in his pants. He moans, low and approvingly as his hips begin to fit harder, lifting his leg higher to get the friction he desired.

Your own alcoholic mind could barely focus on anything but Venti— his little whimpers as he tries to get off on you clouding your thoughts with lust. But you knew better, knew it would cause problems in the future if someone heard you both. Plus, you couldn’t properly punish Venti for his action if you were to do it here.

Grabbing his throat and pulling him off you, you relish in the way he stills, a choked gasp and teary eyes looking up at you with need. “I think,” you start, voice low with arousal, “we should get out of here.”

A whine rips his throat, needy and disappointed as he paws at you, trying to press up against you so he can get that sweet little release he didn’t deserve.

“Stop squirming, whore,” your hand tightens around his throat just a little, and he sputters, “We’re going home, and I’m gonna fuck you just how you want me to. Behave or I won’t do anything at all.”

He stills, and you chuckle at his obedience for once. Quickly grabbing your things and heading to the door, ruching against the drunken populace that stumbled around the building.

Hopefully he stays obedient until you get home.

- - -

Getting Venti home wasn’t hard at all. Despite his slight stumbling and he had yet to sober up, he was surprisingly quiet. You almost liked this side of him, so pliant and following directions like a good little cumslut he should be.

You didn’t live very far from Angel’s Share, and you thanked the Archons because of it, because Venti was acting a little too weird for you to not be concerned— where’d that overly energetic bard go?

Those thoughts were quick to leave your mind the moment to stepped through the door of your small little home however, Venti pushing you against the door to give you a messy kiss, hands already fumbling with your jeans while you try to close the door.

“Want you to fuck me,” he moans breathlessly, pulling your slacks down enough to pull your cock out, “I listened, I was good— please, please, I deserve it-!”

“Deserve it? You don’t deserve shit after what you pulled.” grabbing his hair and pulling him closer so you could stare into his eyes— the cheeky smile etched on his face only made your annoyance grow. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me to get what you want.”

𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭.|𝐠.𝐢 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭.