Shoe Shine - Venture x reader

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HEADS UP - mentions of sexual content, grinding/humping, and intimate touching. please proceed with caution if that makes you uncomfortable  


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You liked buying things for Sloan, it put a big bright smile on your face whenever they would sit down and childishly clap their pretty hands together with excitement

And you loved handing them the shoddily wrapped box, no matter the size they were always happy to revive a gift from you.

And in return, they'd always leave cool rocks on your nightstand for you to wake up to, and a smiley, dirt-covered Sloan sitting at the end of your bed waiting to wish you a good morning.

It was a small routine the two of you had, and one you looked forward to every morning. Every time you woke up to the feeling of the foot of your bed dipping, you knew the embodiment of sunshine would be eager to wrap you in a hug, dirt coating their clothes as they just returned from a late night dig. Their arms holding you in a vice grip getting you covered in dirt.

. . .

You had heard your bedroom doors creak open, slow but loud footsteps inching closer to your bed, and that familiar sink and squeaky springs registered in your sleep ridden mind. You knew well what this meant, one; getting woken up by your lover. Two, getting coated in dirt and dust. And three; surprising them with the gift you had hidden under your Bed.

"Tesoro.. wakey wakey!"

You smiled as you felt Sloan gently shake your shoulder, you were hidden beneath the mound of blankets, wrapped up tight like a geode, and Sloan just couldn't wait to rip the covers off and see the pretty crystal inside.

They loved you, every bit of you, especially in the morning, tangled hair, sleepy voice, cuddly demeanor, and they didn't care if you had morning breath, if they wanted a kiss from you, they'd get it.

"Amor~ ven aquí quiero un beso~"

And you weren't about to deny a kiss. You chuckle as you sit up, pressing yourself to Sloan's chest, moving to kiss their neck, jaw, and finally their lips. You didn't care that they were covered in dust and dirt, nor that their boots were on your previously clean sheets, or that they were sweating from today's heat. You both wanted a kiss from each other.

And dammit, you missed those sweet lips.

. . .

It wasn't long before you were both getting ready for a long day of relaxing, Sloan in the shower and you brushing your teeth. As you spit into the sink you hear Sloan ask you a question over the running water.

"Honey, what's today?"

"August 6th, why?"

"Oh! No reason, just asking."

No reason, oh there was definitely a reason. It was Sloan's birthday, and no you hadn't forgotten. Then may Zeus smite you down if you ever did.

In the many times you've been shopping with Sloan, they've always requested to go by a specific show store, and you just couldn't say no to those puppy dog eyes. Whenever you'd pass by the storefront they'd always point out a pair of Shiny black boots in the window, and that's when you knew you had the perfect birthday gift in mind.

. . .

Lunchtime rolled around and you were working in the backyard garden while Sloan was fixing up some birria tacos, ever since you tried them Sloan has always made them at any time you desire. It could be 2 am and if you said you were hungry, they'd be in the kitchen till sunrise.

You wiped your forehead as you sat back on your haunches, sighing with satisfaction as you finished placing the last of your hydrangeas down, right next to Sloan's pet rock Rosetta and your own little rock; Marianne. They sat under a wedding arch surrounded by those pretty blue blooms.

"All done Corazon! C'mon In and eat!"

You smiled as you headed over to the deck and up the stairs to the elevated level, sitting on the little bench you had up there as Sloan handed you a plate with 6 of the tacos on there. You gasped at the amount and sighed.

"Baby, I can't eat this much.. they taste amazing but I can only stomach so much."

It felt like pure evil to reject Sloan-made food, but you knew exactly what they were doing, once again, silently reminding you of today's date, their birthday.

They frown but hide it with a pouty face, taking three and eating them themself and soon going back inside to sulk in your shared bedroom.

. . .

It was dinner time now, and Sloan was sulking for about an hour and a half before you came upstairs to check on them, hands tucked behind your back as you stepped into the bedroom.

"Darlin..what's the matter?"

"You forgot."

"What?"

"You forgot my birthday, didn't you ___?"

It hurt your heart when they said that, it felt even worse when you looked at their very hurt expression, like a guilty puppy. You gasp softly as you move to sit on the bed, while hiding the gift still behind your body, you cup their face in your gentle hands and day urgent apologies.

"Oh baby.. no no, how could I ever forget such a special day?.."

They cocked an eyebrow at your comment as you reached behind, grabbing a box wrapped in dinosaur paper and a yellow Bow, handing it to them as their sorrowful expression melted away rather quickly.

Replaced with pure joy, Sloan wrapped their strong arms around you and kissed your face, from your forehead, to your temple, nose, cheek, corners of your mouth and lips. They had you longing for more as they pulled away to open their present.

As soon as the paper was gone, and the bow stuck to their hair, they were bounced in place on the bed as they saw those Shiny black boots they wanted oh so badly.

"You got them!? No way! Pinch me, I have to be dreaming!"

You shake your head and smile at them as they're already lacing up their new shoes. Walking around with them as they made heavy footfall on the carpeted floor. You were so happy to see them so enamored as their wish came true.

"Happy birthday Sloan."

_ _ _

You smiled at your lover as they tested out their brand-new boots, smiling and even running a few laps around the space in the room. You were happy to make them smile, they were so ecstatic about their birthday gift. You couldn't help but watch them with pure love in your eyes

Once sloan made it back from those test walks, and enjoying the loudness of their boots, the next thing you knew is that they had you pinned to the bed, peppering your cheeks with kisses and many many muffled 'thank you's'. Their hands soon found a perch on your waist, their cheek nuzzled against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

Your eyes closed as your hand got tangled in their chocolate locs, you sighed as they lay atop your chest. Everything was peaceful and relaxed.

Everything was perfect. . . too perfect.

The next thing you knew, warmth spread through your body, you felt familiar hands stroke a sensitive spot on your hips, tender lips pressing against your neck, and a knee pressing that sweet spot in between your legs.. Fuck.

"Sloan!.. Wha..what's this about?"

You felt your mind going blank. Lovely moans spilled from your lips as your perfect, loving sweetheart of a spouse was teasing you into madness.

"That was awful mean of you to trick me like that, cosa traviesa, makin' me all sad and pouty."

You gasp as they slip a hand down into your pants, sliding down past the waistband of your underwear, slipping towards your crotch. And as your eyes widened, Sloan's darkened with desire. They knew how wet you were, they felt it, they knew your mind was clouded with lust, they could see it. Your lips parting with need, your hands clawing at their back as your hips bucked and ground up against Sloan's thigh that ghosted against your aching core.

"Sloan..Sloan I'm sorry, please, please can I make it up to you.. Please?"

Oh how they loved your whines.

. . .

Soon enough, they had sat down, one of their legs stretched out head resting on their knuckles as they looked down at you, hips rutting in desperation on their brand-new boots. Sloan decided to 'break them in' and this was the perfect way to do it in their eyes.

To you, this was pure punishment. Whenever you got sloppy when squirming down on their shoe, they'd pull away, scold you, and then let you resume. You didn't know how long your lust-fueled mind could take this. You needed to cum, soon, but soon felt like an eternity away.

"Please Slo..an, please... Please, fuck, let me.."

Poor thing, you did get them a gift, and even after being so mean, you loved them, they wouldn't punish you for long, petting your head as you drooled over their thigh, giving you the grace and permission to cum. And by god, you exploded. Groaning, moaning, pleading for them as if they were an ancient god.

. . .

"I gotcha, good job Cariño.."

They held your body, sweaty and heart pounding, you were satisfied and so were they. And even though you made a mess on their brand-new shoes, they didn't mind the added shine.

"Happy birthday to me."


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