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There’s music in the air, filling the dimly-lit room. It’s a slow r&b with a sensual beat that reminds you of intimate moments in the dark, of temptations that make you rub your thighs together, and of kisses that leave you breathless.
She’s sitting down, not on a chair, but on a man’s lap. One of his arms is circled around her waist, raising her silk shirt up to expose the soft plane of her stomach, and every once in a while, his hand would brush over the bare skin. Sometimes he rests his palm on her stomach, other times, he would slither lower. Down, down, until the hair on her nape rises and the tips of his fingers would reach the wetness between her legs.
And he’d pull away even before a whimper could leave her lips.
But that’s not what is driving her out of her mind.
No, what makes her insane is how his long, thick, cock is lodged inside her sopping wet hole, unmoving for the past fifteen minutes.
Five years ago, if you tell Lumine she would be cockwarming a record-breaking musician in his studio, she’d probably sue you for sexual harassment.
But apparently, that’s exactly what she’s doing right now. No matter how scandalous it sounds. No matter how her past sex life usually stays in the vanilla zone.
And oh, it feels so good. Never in her life she felt so full, so right. Her lips part, letting out a trembling sigh. She could almost see her reflection in the dark glass before her - white shirt unbuttoned, hanging loosely over her arms, baring the delicate lines of her shoulders, her purple bra is pushed up to expose her breasts, and behind her is none other than her lover.
Even in such a state, even when his cock is buried snugly in her hole, he looks calm. His emerald eyes are rather focused on the desktop, his chin resting on her right shoulder and his braids tickling her skin.
They look so obscene and she involuntarily clenches.
A hiss escapes his mouth. “Don’t try to tempt me, my star. You’ve been so good for me.”
“Venti.” Lumine pleads unabashedly. “Please-”
“A deal’s a deal, Lumine.” Venti cooes, though he doesn’t hesitate to place a gentle kiss on her neck. A lovely gesture that she would always appreciate, if he hadn’t been denying her climax. “I still need to go over a few parts. You will hold on a bit longer, won’t you? Can you be patient for me?”
Her whole body trembles and Lumine swallows back a moan. That coaxing tone… her resolve always dissipates everytime he uses that delicate, gentle coaxing tone on her. Never fails to make her submit to his will.
“Just so you know-” she pants, her nails digging into his arm. “-I’ll get back at you for this.”
Venti only giggles. It’s velvety and tantalizing and Lumine wants to punch him for it. “Sure, sure. I’ll look forward to it. After all...” he pauses, licking the shell of her ear, causing her to yelp in surprise. “It’s always hot when you’re being dominant, pretty girl.”
She only lets out a huff, before taking a deep breath, controlling her breathing to take her mind off of this… infuriating pleasure.
“What do you think of the song so far?” he asks casually and Lumine blinks a couple of times to regain her focus.
“It’s great.” she replies breathlessly. “The beat… the beat is- nice.”
The words leave her mouth in difficulty, but Venti doesn’t chide her for it. If any, he looks pleased, giving her waist a gentle squeeze.
“Kazuha has a very light voice. A tenor. Usually he does pop, but his label specifically requested an R&B song because he’s going to change his image to a sexy one. Interesting, isn’t it? The lengths artists must go through to stay relevant.”
Lumine watches as he pauses the tune, makes some modification, and plays it again. It doesn’t sound better than before. He’s distracting her, she realizes. Usually, she would always feel excited every time he lets her listen to the songs he's been working on because Venti glows when he talks about his music. Those mesmerizing emerald eyes would glimmer and he would always have such a soft, proud smile as he tells her about his songs - from the meaning, to the inspiration, to the funny little tidbits behind the making. Music is Venti’s life and his songs are his pride and joy.
But right now? That's probably the last thing she could care about.
“Everything has to adapt to stay relevant.” she answers, managing not to sound too shaky. “If you can’t adapt, you’ll be left in the dust.”
“True,” he replies, nuzzling into her neck and her heart swells at the gesture. “Mm, I like the previous version better.” he says before undoing the changes he makes.
Good call.
Another moment of silence falls over them and it drives her deeper and deeper into hysteria. How does he manage to look so composed? As if their current state didn’t affect him at all!
The clock continues to tick and she has lost track of the song, the beat just blurred into a nonsensical noise in the background. Slowly, the stretch of his cock becomes more and more maddening with each passing minute, pushing her limits way past its brink. Tears start to well up in her eyes as she tries really, really hard not to clench or grind her hips against his.
Suddenly, he stops.
"A- are you done?" she whimpers.
Please, please, say yes.
Venti smiles against her skin. Truthfully, right now there is nothing more tempting in this world rather than the girl in his arms - golden eyes glassy with unshed tears, cheeks flushed with the most alluring shade of red, rosy lips wet from how many times she’s been biting on it, and her luscious breasts, heaving up and down with each ragged breath she takes.
Archons, she’s the most exquisite woman he has ever laid his eyes on and entirely his.
"Hmm, yeah. I'm done." he answers, and she lets out a sigh of relief. It amuses him, how much he can affect her.
Faintly, Lumine sees his right hand move to open another window on his desktop. A recording software. He's going to continue the recording, she realizes, and her heart races.
"Do you want me to move, Lumine?"
"Please!" she is practically half sobbing at this point, feet trembling as she tries not to move a single inch.
And Venti continues being a bitch. He’s not going to give her what she wants that easily. No, he wants her to beg for it. "Mmm, I don't know, Lumi. Didn't you say you don't want to be recorded? It's a shame, really, but if you don't want it-"
"I want it!" she cries, almost screaming, as tears start to run down her face. "I want it, I want it, I want it, please, Venti, please- AH!"
The rest of her pleas morph into a debauched scream when he suddenly thrusts up, lithe hands holding her hips down until the tip of his cock hits her deepest part and Lumine instantly comes so hard her entire body shakes.
"Coming already? You're so starved, aren't you? Good girl, you've done such a good job, keeping me so warm."
She continues to moan, or scream, whatever it is, Lumine no longer recognizes the sounds that spills from her throat, no longer cares if her voice is caught on the recorder as he continues to pound into her oversensitized cunt without mercy. Delicious pleasure rocks her body with every drag of his girth along her walls and she grows wetter and wetter every time those sinful grunts leave his lips. Oh, she’s been waiting for this since forever.
“Your mouth makes the prettiest noises,” Venti cooes, smiling, when he feels her walls flutter around him. “Oh - you just clenched, didn’t you? My lovely Lumine- mmh, you love it when I praise you, don’t you?”
Her reply is small, wanton whimpers, too lost in pleasure to be able to form coherent words. He absolutely loves it. Loves how beautiful she looks everytime they make love - from the desire painted on her face, to the soft, sensual curves of her body, already memorized his shape, and to the way she would cling to him, eager to hold him as he takes her.
So, so, beautiful.
He notices that she's starting to squirm, craning her head to look at him.
"What is it, my star? Is there something you want?"
"Your face," she whines, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "I want to look at your face."
Immediately, his heart swells. "Is that so?" Venti hums, pulling her flush against his body. "You want to look at me while I make you cum?"
In normal circumstances, his witty, suggestive remarks would often be met with a dry and sarcastic reply. But not now, not when he's been fucking her brains out and all Lumine wants is pleasure. Pleasure from him.
"I want it. Want you." she begs, biting her lip and giving him a lewd, pleading look that only amplifies his desire - bright golden eyes peer at him from underneath her long, long eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed, her lips caught between her teeth. "Only you."
He'd bring down the star for her if she asked him to.
They move to the couch. A happy sigh falls from her lips when she sinks herself into his shaft once more, right where he belongs. He lets her take the lead for a moment, delighting in the languid rolls of her hips, fucking herself on his cock while her dainty hands cup his cheeks. Pleasure from both sides - the one between her legs, and the adorable face before her.
"Like what you see?" Venti asks through bated breath. They're so close, he can feel her warm breath on his lips.
A dreamy smile blooms on her lips. "Very." she answers, dipping down for a kiss.
No riches or treasure in this world can compare to the feel of being with Lumine. What’s better than being in her loving embrace? Here, enveloped in the tight heat between her legs, her soft lips on his, and his arms around her waist, feeling the sweat running down her spine, Venti feels like he’s in heaven on earth.
They part for air, and he can’t look away from the lustful expression on her face. So, so lustful, his desire becomes carnal. He picks up his pace, roughly thrusting into her, repeatedly hitting the spot that makes her see stars. Needy, frequent moans leave her lips as she bounces in his lap, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Hah- ahh! Don't stop, don't stop!" she chants, holding him close to her breasts. Warm and intimate and complete.
Her desperation only urges him on. In the heat of the moment, he tangles his hand in her hair and pulls, exposing the column of her neck. A long, airy moan spills from her lips as he trails open-mouthed kisses from her throat, to her collarbone, licking along the creamy expanse of her skin, down until he takes one breast into his mouth and sucks.
She clamps down on him tighter than ever.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Venti hisses.
"V-Venti, ah, Venti," Lumine sobs, clinging to him like he's her lifeline. She needs him close. Need his body on hers. Need him and only him. "I'm- I'm going to…"
Emerald eyes gaze up at her. Lovingly, adoringly, hungrily. "Are you going to come, starlight?"
"Yes!"
"Say my name when you come, okay?" Venti grins. One hand slithers down to her wet folds, rubbing circles at the little bundle of nerves and sending an onslaught of pleasure that proves to be too much to bear for her small, little body.
"Venti!"
Lumine unravels, uttering the most obscene version of his name, the beautiful arch of her back is truly a sight to behold. And when she comes, she holds tight. A debauched grunt escapes his mouth and he thrusts deep into her, firm hands pinning her hips down against his own as he spills inside.
It's euphoria in its purest form, the most delectable pleasure only she can give him. When religions of old talk about the purity of sex, perhaps this is what they meant, because the most whole he has ever felt is when he comes inside her.
They stilled for a moment, locked tight in an embrace that neither seemed to want to let go of. He's panting against her neck and she places gentle kisses on his forehead. As much as he loves making love to her, these quiet, aftersex moments are also his favorite. A vulnerable moment in which they bask in, cherishing each other's affection.
"Venti," she calls.
"Mm?"
"You're not.. going to release our entire sex audio… are you?"
At this, he can't help but burst out laughing. "Oh, Lumi, of course not," he reassures her, lightly tapping the tip of her nose. "Just a little bit of your voice. The rest will stay for our own private enjoyment."
Her cheeks burn. "That sounds narcissistic."
"Really? I think that's romantic." He grins, resting his cheeks against her breasts as if they're his pillow. Happy noises bubbled from his throat when she started running her fingers through his hair, scratching the scalp.
"Do you… think about this when you're working here?" she asks in a small voice.
"You're asking me if I think of all the ways I've been ruining you inside this studio while I work?" Venti repeats, and without even waiting for her reply, he continues, emerald eyes twinkling mischievously. "Of course I do. When I composed a song, when I'm recording with the others in this room, I always think of all the times we've fucked in this studio."
Perhaps almost every corner of this studio has been the silent witness to their lovemaking. The couch they’ve been sitting on, the recording booth, the desk, under the desk. This place is sacred to him. His second home. It’s only natural he has sex with the love of his life here.
The blush on her cheeks deepens. She tries not to think about the composers, singers, and songwriters he had invited into this room. "I really, really hope no one knows what we do here, Venti."
He looks absolutely crestfallen. "But I wanted to put it in the lyrics!"
Immediately, she gasps. "You can't! Everyone will know! I… I won't be able to face Noelle or Xiao ever again." the girl pauses before a horrified look settles on her face. "And Aether! He never forgets to listen to your new song. If one day he knows it's about us… No. Nope. Absolutely not. You have to leave that part out!"
The panicked look on her face makes her look ten times more adorable. Venti let out a chuckle. "Okay, calm down, starlight. I won't put whatever you don't want in the song." he reassures her, placing a light kiss on her collarbones.
"...What if I don't want you to release the song publicly?"
Their eyes meet and not even a beat passes before Venti shrugs. "Then I won't release it. It can be a private, secret song for the two of us. That sounds nice, too, don't you think?"
Lumine softens. It is the fact that he always puts her consent as utmost important that makes her love him even more. He never forces a no to become a yes. Gently, she places a kiss on his lips.
"I'm only joking. You can release the song. I know you've been working so hard for it. Just don't mention anything about sex in the studio."
Her heart swells at how his face immediately lits up. "Okay! You don't have to worry about a thing, Lumi, I'll let you listen to the song before we release it. The public won't hear it before you're one hundred percent satisfied with it."
"Sounds like a plan. Thank you, Venti." Lumine replies, before kissing him once more.
It's a languid, gentle kiss, when she pulls away, he'd chase her lips for another. And another, and another. Until she squirms and pulls away from him to get dressed. Venti immediately whines from the loss of contact. Especially when he sees his seed dripping down her creamy thighs. One day he would tell her to plug it every time he finishes inside her. Just because.
Well, only if she wants to.
"Your pants are wet." the girl comments, laughing a little. "It's like you peed yourself."
“It is.” Venti snickers, getting up to tidy himself up. Thankfully, the oversized design made the hoodie long enough to cover his crotch area. He shoots her a victorious grin. “Problem solved.”
"How resourceful." she rolls her eyes, but they turn soft when he helps buttoning her shirt.
"And you love me for it." he winks, smoothening her golden locks. "Ah, yes, gotta stop the recording first.” the boy sighs and walks over to the poor desktop who has been the silent witness of their dirty deed.
Lumine feels her cheeks heat up once more, unable to believe that she had just let Venti record them while they're…
It's only their voices, sure, but the thought still makes her feel embarrassed. Sex ASMR. How very innovative.
"And done! Oh, boy, this is going to be the best song I've ever written and it's all because of you, my muse!" a brilliant grin blooms on his face as he finally looks up from his desktop. So, so bright and adorable, it makes her soft.
A sigh falls from her lips and she cups his face, pinching his chubby cheeks a little. "You're lucky you're cute, you know that? If you weren't so cute you won't get away with half of the shits you did."
"Ehe, I'm extra lucky because I'm cute and you're a sucker for cute things." Venti giggles, leaning into her touch.
True. She can’t argue with that. He’s being so cute right now that she nearly pounces on him yet again.
But sadly, she needs to be home soon.
“Yeah, yeah,” Lumine replies, a smile tugging on her lips. “Come on, now, you promised you'd take me home.”
Venti let out a sigh, a defeated look flashes on his face. “How I wish I could have you all to myself for the rest of the night,” he laments, delighting in the way she blushes. Still, he wraps an arm around her waist and carries her bag. “Let’s go then. Time to get you home before Aether dearest gets suspicious!”