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A/N: My first request for this blog, that's exciting! I hope you enjoy because I certainly enjoyed writing it! Link to request is here!

Premise: Venture is the best at oral. That is not a threat, that is a promise. AFAB!Reader!

Warnings: None!

You turned off the lights before joining your beloved on the couch.

"Somebody told me this movie was really good!" Sloan throws a blanket over their body and lays back on the couch. "Then again, he has lied to me before..."

You didn't mind. You were plenty happy to spend time with your beloved regardless of what you two were doing. Before the air conditioning turned on once again you sneak underneath the blanket and perch yourself against them for extra comfort. The combined warmth of the fuzzy fabric and their fawn colored skin has you feeling extra cozy this uneventful evening. Just outside, the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon and the sky turns a beautiful gradient of red and orange. Inside your home everything is dark except for the television lightly illuminating the living space around you.

The movie begins with sweeping scenic views of nature and a group of friends wandering off the beaten path into the vast untamed wilderness of who-knows-where.

"Kind of reminds me of my last dig site! Except nobody died." Sloan comments.

"Well, I sure hope not." You reply.

"It would be so cool to die somewhere like that, though!" They smile.

All you could do is roll your eyes. "Then who's going to keep me company while I watch scary movies?"

"Didn't say it had to be me!" They defend themself.

You can't help but giggle at the idea of your beloved sacrificing someone on their team just so you didn't watch movies with someone else. The sound of your happiness makes them nuzzle you softly before you both turn your attention back to the movie once more. The start seems incredibly slow and boring that you can't help but yawn in response. One of the characters is frightened by a harmless snake slithering across the floor of the cave they've all taken shelter inside of. They all look at her and make snide remarks about how easily scared she is.

How exhilarating.

"Bored already?" Your beloved pokes your side to help wake you back up.

You playfully smack away their hand. "Sorry! It's not on purpose. I promise I'm trying to pay attention."

The two of you return your focus to the movie. For the next thirty minutes nothing else exciting happens other than a couple of cheap jump scares thrown in between somewhat tense scenes. No one has died yet– just a lot of screaming and cursing, which is hardly scary to you, but it's amazing what passes as a horror movie these days. You can feel yourself becoming drowsy yet again at the lack of entertainment. Then, almost from no where, you feel a hand press against the skin of your thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. You shoot upright from the sudden touch.

"Need some help staying awake?" Sloan asks.

They bring their face close to yours and place a kiss to your lips. You can't help but smile from the affection.

"Maybe. Got any ideas?" You reply.

"I got one." The tone in their voice shifted.

You'd never tell them face to face but their flirting was incredibly obvious. Regardless, it's not like you were going to turn down a good time... not with a movie this exceptionally boring.

You nuzzle close to their body. "Oh? Care to tell me?" You play along.

Their hand moves from your thigh to underneath your shirt and lifts it up enough to reveal your bare chest. You move quickly to remove it, discarding it to the floor where it truly belongs, and without any further patience you stand up to finish undressing. In one swift movement you remove both your shorts and panties, leaving them right next to your shirt.

"Alright, definitely more interesting than the movie!" They admit.

"Glad you think so."

A grin lights up their face and you situate yourself lovingly atop their lap with your arms wrapped longingly around their neck. You lean in to receive more kisses that you so desperately desired, curving your body into them and their touches. You can feel both their hands on either side of your waist caressing your flushed skin, unsure of where they start working on you in particular. Hastily they decide to knead the blushing flesh of your hips before squeezing it and leaving behind red marks in the shape of claws. You moan into their mouth before you have to pull away for air.

They place their forehead against yours. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

You softly giggle at the compliment. "You always say that."

"And I always mean it."

If you weren't already ruby red then their reply would definitely have you blushing.

Their hands move upwards from your hips back to your waist to hold you in place as delicately as possible. You begin grinding up against their clothed thigh to provide yourself some more stimulation and the wetness of your heat begins to lightly soak on to the fabric. In response to this, they immediately begin to bounce their leg to help give you the satisfaction you're intensely craving. Delightful whimpers fill the air as you reconnect your mouth to theirs for repeated feverish kisses, gradually making their way from your lips, down your jaw and to your vulnerable neck causing you to throw your head back for easier access. You can feel them delicately bite down and suckle your skin to place a hicky wherever their mouth could touch, all while your hand was tangled in their locks of hair in an attempt to pull them impossibly closer to you.

Heated breaths escape into the cool air for several more minutes before Sloan stops altogether and pulls back to admire their work. Your arms wrap back around their neck and you look down at them with your eyes starting to become glazed with pleasure. The bruising on your neck was already beginning to show and a satisfied smirk crosses their smug face. That look is more than enough to cause the heat to pulse through out your lust ridden body multiple times.

"I need more..." You beg them in the neediest voice you can muster.

Your hands move from behind their head to frantically grasp at their shirt to make your point.

"I know you do, mi muñeca... you're soaking wet. I can feel it."

You stop grinding against them long enough to lift up and let their hand sneak between your thighs to stroke your pulsating heat with a now slick covered finger. The light brushing of your sensitive nerves causes your toes to curl and you once again cry out for more as sweat begins to bead down your forehead. One of your hands turns to grab at your chest in a desperate attempt to chase more pleasure. You don't have the words to convey just how much you needed them, right now, in this moment– but you do the best you can.

"More!" You mewl and purr from the repeated stroking of your sopping wet core. "M-more! P-please!"

They pull their hand away and you're left as unfulfilled as you were before their touch. You whisper their name with tears forming in your eyes out of sheer desperation.

"I love the way my name sounds in your mouth. It's cute." Their tone is full of playful banter. "Say it for me again."

You don't have to be told twice: their name once again falls from your lips, dripping with need. You'd never believe them if they told you (so they think), but hearing you say their name... especially in such a frenzied, nearly hysterical way... they can never get enough of it. It had never sounded as good as it does right now.

"One more time for me."

So, one last time Sloan's name leaves your mouth– and without warning you're lifted from where they're sitting and placed on your back with their face buried in between your legs. There was zero time to register what had happened before they press a kiss against your folds and wrap their arms affectionately around your thighs. All you knew is that this was exactly where you wanted to be– preferably, for the rest of your life.

Using one of their hands they thumb your folds for better access before zealously flicking their tongue repeatedly against your throbbing wet heat. Your toes curl themselves once more as you reach out to grasp their hair to guide them exactly where you wanted them to be– though to be fair, they barely needed the help. Each stroke of their tongue has you writhing in pure, unbridled ecstasy above them with their name encouragingly sprinkled in between frenzied cries. All of the wonderful attention has your brain melting into a puddle of mush inside your skull. Surely, if you could just live in this moment forever then you would do so, repeating it for all eternity so the blissful feelings would never fade.

And their ruthless pace does not relent.

Through your reactions alone they were determined to make sure you were satisfied. All thoughts inside their head become fully focused on you and only you– not even Hathor herself could separate them from the warm, wet sweetness between your trembling legs.

No. Not Hathor, nor Aphrodite, nor Venus, nor Astarte, nor Inanna, nor Freyja. They couldn't, simply because Sloan themself could feel them all present in this very moment with you. All of the ancient history of love and intimacy is present in the back of their mind– and they understood.

With every passing minute they could feel your thighs tensing up around their head before your voice brings them back to reality, if only for a few seconds.

"I'm close–" You croak, your voice hoarse and tired. "I'm ready."

That's all they needed to hear.

Their eyes squeeze shut as they use all their energy and willpower to send you over the edge. Your legs begin to shake harder as your nerves slowly start to ignite inside of you, little by little the lustful spark begins to turn into a wildfire of bliss between your legs. The orgasmic feeling roars up inside your stomach before spiraling and exploding inside your hips as it sends chills down the entirety of your worn out body. You're panting and unable to form coherent thoughts before the lingering sensation of your climax crashes over you one more time– the final time.

Stars begin to float delicately in your vision.

You hardly notice that your beloved has already pulled away, wiping their mouth on their sleeve before giving you their lovably iconic grin.

"So, ready to finish that movie now?" They ask.

"We were watching a movie?" Your speech is slurred, borderline incomprehensible.

"Alright, maybe tomorrow then."

They look at you again, somewhat with concern, but mostly with pride.

"Let's just get you to bed for now." They add.

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