#'okay so heads up this is probably heavy and weird and will sound venty even though i dont really mean for it to'

[ellitx]

I know this is weird but maybe librarian Venti? Maybe reader goes to that library everyday just to see Venti (I don't really know how to write smut so I'm very sorry about that) And thank you to all the anons and El for feeding us

masterlist

fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning: NSFW content ahead

Hnhgg yes library sex, cockwarming session, and venti secretly fingering you underneath the table, so many scenarios you can possibly imagine hhh

         On his break, he’ll pull you somewhere secluded in the library. Probably the history section since it’s been rarely visited and almost untouched. He’ll gently push you against the shelves and wedge himself in between your knees. One arm propped beside your head and the other cradled your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

            It was soft and innocent at first. Slow and sometimes breaking the kiss for a bit to catch your breath before going back in to connect your lips together. With your shy kisses, it just makes him smile and wants to be gentle with you, holding himself back whenever he becomes starved and greedy for your body. Venti caresses your face and hair before giving you one more kiss and sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.

            His fingers fiddled with the buttons of your top, unfastening them halfway through until your chest was enough for him to see. You brought down your blouse and let it hang over your elbows, not fully taking it off while he brushed his lips on your soft skin and sucked on it. 

            Your breathing was heavy and you felt yourself getting warm as his palms slid up to your inner thighs, lifting your skirt up with it. You tightly clutched on his sweater and angled your head to give him more space to mark between your neck and shoulders. 

            “Venti…” You breathily moaned and shut your eyes tightly, feeling his fingers tracing your pussy through your damp panties. “Do you… Do you really want to do it h-here?” A sharp gasp slipped from your lips when his thumb circled and rubbed your pussy before pushing a digit in and thrusting in and out of you without a care in the world.

            He simply hummed against your skin and continued fingering you. Your hips bucked at the satisfying feeling, causing you to lean against his chest and put all your weight on him. Your legs quivered the more he pumps his fingers and you can feel something wet trickling down your thighs. 

            Your vision has become so blurry. Mind clouded with lust and desire for Venti and it just makes everything hazy the more you think about him. You were lost in the feeling of his fingers curling in your tight walls that had you panting and moaning laboriously. Your boyfriend yanked down your bra and pulled out your breasts, getting a good look at them before proceeding to latch his lips on one of your perked buds, hungrily suctioning it.

            You’re extremely sensitive whenever he plays with your nipples and when his teeth graze onto it, you unknowingly dug your nails into his arms. Venti paid no mind if you’re scratching his skin, he only wants to make you feel good that’s why he’s using his spare time to do this with you. 

            Even if everything seems so hasty and sudden, he still prioritizes pleasuring your body inside the library. He doesn’t have enough time to drag you to his dorm and fuck you, and knowing this is the only secluded section of the library everyone rarely visits, he decided to make out with you here. 

            Your short moans and whines continue to come out in a never-ending hymn. He studies your face, searching for any signs of pain that he caused. Finding nothing, he continued playing your nipple with his tongue and gently bit on it. He added another finger in and the pacing of his fingers pounding into your wet pussy increases. You can faintly see below a small puddle forming on the ground and it just brings a burning warmth to your face seeing such lewd juices staining the floor.

            “Mngh~!! Venti...!” Your moans turned into a yelp when he flicked his fingers to your spot and before you lost your balance, he quickly caught you and released his mouth from your breast, yet his fingers weren’t stopping. He finally found your sensitive spot and the thrusting turned harsher, faster, and deeper into you— a frenzy fingerfucking session that he badly wants to make you cum solely with his skilled fingers.

            Venti faintly hears the sound of the heels clicking against the wooden floor. He pulled you close to him and swiftly dragged himself to the corner of the room. He quiets your moans with a deep kiss, drinking them in and pushing himself against your body to hide your small figure.

            He didn’t stop his ministrations though. Continuing to stretch you out and parting your legs with his knees when you attempted to shut them closed. You broke the kiss and panted heavily to regain oxygen however you haven’t even gathered enough air and he was already back to locking your lips together. 

            You whined and grasped on his shirt, wet tears falling down from your eyes at the feeling of your lungs burning from lack of breath. He parted for a bit and shushed you, licking your tears while he fucks your tight cunt.

            “Shh, I hear someone walking here. We don’t want anyone to see us now, do we?”

            Shaking your head slowly to answer him, you bury your face on his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Venti took a peek behind the bookshelves, looking around to make sure no one was present anymore. He dragged you to a nearby table and had you sat on it. Fully raising up your skirt, he pulled apart your thighs and deliberately removed your panties away, a string of your slick following along and staining your skin. 

            He lowered himself to lick away all your juices and went ahead to put back his fingers inside your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of Venti’s warm breath brushing your inner thighs. He lifts himself up and settles his chin on your shoulder, whispering to you with dirty words, saying he wants to put his hard cock inside your dripping cunt and to fuck you badly until you can’t feel your legs anymore. To rail you from behind while he pounds you against the bookshelves and make you cum all over his dick.

            Your walls suddenly clenched around him and a small devious smirk painted across his face as he admires your blushing and shy features at his successful dirty talking. His thrusts sped up and slowed down in different intervals before he eventually settled on curling his fingers once more to graze against your special spot. 

            You tilted your head back and covered your mouth to tone down your moans but it’s almost hard to do so if he continues moving them in and out of you. Your walls flutter around his fingers and a strange, hot sensation flows into your stomach. Legs quivering violently, toes writhing, and your eyes watering from immense satisfaction, you arched your back and cried through your pressed palms as you reached your orgasm and squirted all over his hands.

            Your lover inclined himself against you and pushed you until your back was laid on the cold surface of the table. Your pussy was throbbing and wrecked and you really don’t think you’d be able to handle another round if that’s what he wanted. 

            Exhausted, you attempted to search for the library’s clock through your fuzzy perception. It reminded you his break is over and he has to go back to his duty. Weakly cupping his cheeks, you nuzzled your noses together and gave a short and sweet kiss to his lips.

            “It’s almost time.” You told him. Venti pressed his brows together and pouted. He wanted to fuck so badly and now here he was whining against your shoulder, crying about why time flies so fast whenever he’s with you. You can’t do anything to stop time even though you wish you had the ability to do it so he can have his ways with you. 

            You ran your fingers through his dark locks and lifted his head up to look at him right in the eyes. “You can come to my dorm later tonight.” You suggested. His green eyes sparkled up in joy and excitement as an idea came to him.

            “Or how about you meet me later here at midnight? I’ll be in charge of keeping the keys after this day.” He shifted until his lips were brushing the tip of your ears, licking and nibbling on it teasingly while his hand settled on your hips.

            “After all, I did say I’ll be railing you from behind to make you feel good while you’re leaning against the shelves. I want to see it happen later so make sure to dress up for me, okay~?”

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[how-much-gayer-could-it-get]

Christmas One Shot

Pairing: Logince past Roceit and Loceit

Word count: 1445

Prompt: “I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside.”

Summary: Roman is the barista at the airport cafe that always gets Logan’s name wrong as revenge for Logan stealing his boyfriend in high school.

Yes, Roman would be that petty.

Warnings: swearing

-

Roman loudly calls out a name to the mildly crowded cafe. A young lady comes up and takes the cup from him. He winks at her.

He’s on the evening shift again, the worst one for Christmas eve. He would so much rather be home watching It’s A Wonderful Life again, but that’s just how life is sometimes. He pauses to take a sip from the peppermint latte he’s been nursing for half an hour now before he steps over to serve the next customer. He really shouldn’t have stayed up facetiming Virgil until 4 am.

The next customer walks into the shop and Roman audibly groans. He steps up to the counter and puts on a cheery grin. “Hello, Logang, is it? I remember you.”

Logan sighs, resolved not to fight Roman today. This day has been long enough already, and he doesn’t need to argue with him. “Hello, Roman. I just need a black coffee.” He pulls out a bunch of change and a dollar bill from his pocket.

“Tall, Grande, or Venti?” Roman looks a little worried about the normally very neat Logan just dropping money on the counter.

“Whatever’s cheapest.” Logan pinches the bridge of his nose. He wishes his flight would just be called already. He’s got a migraine coming on, and he just wants to sleep.

“Gotcha, coming right up.” Roman starts to grab a cup then the announcer comes on the intercom.

“Flight 17345 has been cancelled due to bad weather. Flight 17345 cancelled due to weather.” Logan looks about ready to cry. This was the worst possible thing that could happen. Logan’s phone was dead, and Patton was probably asleep.

Roman frowns and grabs a grande cup and makes Logan’s drink. He charges him for a tall, and hands him the cup directly. “Microsoft Nerd” is written in his scrawling cursive on the side.

Logan manages a weak smile and shuffles over to a corner table, the events of his day weighing down on him.

-

Normally, if a customer is taking up a table for more than an hour, Roman has to go ask them to hurry up so the seat can be opened up for other customers. It’s really just a stupid policy. But he lets Logan sleep until the end of his shift. His- now cold- coffee is only half empty.

Remy looks at Roman weird when he sees Logan asleep in the corner of the shop.

“Sorry, Rem. He came in and his flight was cancelled. I figured he needed a rest.” Roman rubs the back of his neck, hoping he wouldn’t be told off for not following policy.

“No, you’re fine. I know him, he’s my brother Patton’s best friend. Just wake him up and give him a ride home, okay?”

“That’s the plan. We hate each other, but it’s Christmas Eve. He doesn’t deserve to spend the night here.” Roman takes off his apron after making a new cup of coffee for Logan. “Take this out of my paycheck if you feel the need to. Cold coffee tastes horrible.”

“You’re fine, I agree. I’ll use my free coffee for this shift on it. I have ten dollars in my pocket that Emile insisted I take.” Remy waves him off.

“Wow, a perfect boyfriend.” Roman heads over to Logan and sets the coffee cup down. He throws away the cold one.

“Hey, Logan. Wake up.” He gently touches his shoulder. “It’s the end of my shift.”

“Huh?” Logan sits up quickly, glasses askew. He bumps the top of his head into Roman’s chin.

“Ouch! Damn, you don’t need to attack me.”

“Sorry… How long have I been out?” He feels his coffee cup. It’s still warm.

“Around four hours now. I got you a new coffee. Do you need a ride home?” Roman rubs his chin, sitting across from Logan.

“Um, sure.” He reaches beside his chair. ‘Wait, where’s my bag?” He looks obviously panicked.

“Hey, easy. I put it in the break room with my stuff. I didn’t want anyone to steal it.”

Logan sighs. “You did not need to do that for me.”

“I wanted to. I’ll go get our stuff, then I’ll give you a ride home.” Roman gets up and walks into the tiny break area.

-

The snow is heavy, and Roman can practically feel the chill, even with his heater on full blast. He can hardly see, even with his windshield wipers at the top speed.

“Hey, Logan? I’m pretty close to my house and the snow is really bad. I think we’re gonna get snowed in.”

“That’s fine, I’ll just walk.”

“Um? No? Logan, I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled please, you have to come inside.” Roman turns onto his street, leaning forward to see his house.

“Just because I accepted a ride home and you were nice to me once does not mean I’m going to accept staying in your house.” Logan crosses his arms.

“Please. I really don’t want you to get hypothermia trying to walk home.”

“Like you care. You’re still mad about me dating Dexter after he dumped you."

“He hadn’t dumped me when you said yes! He was still dating me for another two months until I saw you two kissing at school. I dumped his sorry ass myself.”

“O-Oh.” Logan looks away. “Then why did you blame me?”

“I was pissed off. We were friends, all three of us. You, me, and Patton. You broke my trust by not telling me he asked you out and betrayed me when you found out and Patton took your side because Dexter told you both lies. No one thought to ask me the truth.”

“He said you would lie. That you were just heartbroken because he finally moved on from you.”

“And you believed him.” Roman pulls into his driveway. “Let’s go inside. We have some things to work through.”

“We truly do.” Logan gets out of the car and follows Roman to the front door.

-

Roman puts the last log on the fire. “There, that should burn for a while.” He stands and walks over to the couch.

“I didn’t know you knew how to build a fire.”

“I actually did listen to you sometimes, Logan.” Roman sits next to him on the couch, cuddling under a blanket. “Is your headache feeling any better?”

“Yes, the aspirin has taken effect, and that nap earlier helped immensely.” Logan yawns.

“That’s good… So what have you been doing since high school? Are you and Patton still friends?”

“We are, we live together. I work at my dad’s company. I prefer working IT, but I’m in training for CEO. I’m considering telling him I’m not taking over the company.”

“If you aren’t happy, that’s what you should do.” Roman leans on his shoulder. “I missed this.”

Logan tenses up, unused to being show affection by anyone other than Patton. “I suppose. I don’t remember the last time we actually hung out without Patton.”

“It was before I broke up with Dexter. We watched The Theory of Everything together. We fell asleep on the couch at my house and my moms took pictures.” Roman sighs softly.

“They thought we were dating, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t tell them about Dexter at all until I came home crying because of him. They’re still convinced those pictures prove we are meant to be. I haven’t had the heart to tell them how I’ve treated you. I’m sorry, by the way.”

“I forgive you. You didn’t really do much, honestly. I just hold onto grudges.” Logan shifts to wrap his arm around Roman.

“I understand that. Me too.” Roman looks up at him.

“Can we prove your moms right?” Logan bites his lip, nervous.

“They love it when they’re right.” Roman leans up and kisses him, one hand on his cheek.

Logan kisses back.

-

Roman’s phone rings at 7am sharp on Christmas morning. He answers it sleepily. Virgil’s face pops up on screen.

“Merry Christmas!” Virgil grins, obviously not out of bed yet either.

“Merry Christmas, Virge.” Roman chuckles and shifts the angle to a more comfortable one for his arm.

“Did you have a one night stand, or is this some new boyfriend I don’t know about?” Virgil raises an eyebrow.

Logan smiles slightly. “Who are you as well?”

“Virgil, this is Logan, my boyfriend and the best Christmas present ever. Logan, this is Virgil, my queerplatonic partner. He’s single if we want to set Patton up.”

“Nice to meet you, Virgil. It sounds like a plan.”

“New year’s sound good for a visit, Virgil?”

“Heck yeah.”

fin.

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