#cali_brainrot

[calxvace]

for you, every person has a specific scent spreading to the air as they pass by. You've smelled sweet, sour, foul, musky scents, some are faint, some are pungent, no in between, but that changed.

The moment he walked in your coffee shop, you were brought in a trance. Smilling his way to the counter, he dropped a graceful greeting.

"Morning! I'm new to this shop, any recommendations?"

This is the purest scent you have smelled so far, almost as if any adjective can't even come up a description for it. The smell of the clouds while the spring breeze dances through the field of abundance, flowery enough to notice there were beds of flowers on that field yet the perfect amount of honey dilutes with it in the air, children giggling as they play along the music coming from the old radio-

"it seems you're distracted miss, I'll pick a classic then, one iced americano and your favorite pastry please"

The way he talks even exudes the very presence of poise. Who is this man? as he said he id new to the area, is he the blessed rain after a long period of drought? Whatever shenanigan your mind comes up, one objective sums it up; get his name. You have not met a person, without their scents be tainted, flawed, but the person in front of you is the very personification of pure in your vocabulary.

"one iced americano and one my favorite pastry- we don't have that here- oh my favorite pastry, well madeleines it is. This is for?"

Even though embarassed, you had to remain professional as a cafe owner. It is a protocol after all to re-state the orders of the costumers to check if what you recorded on the screen was correct. Lucky for you this is a cafe for it is mandatory to get the names of your costumers for claiming their orders.

There it is again, the smile that drowns away the sea of unpleasant smell, and even outshines the smell of coffee beans. "Venti, actually I just moved around the block, the newly opened flower shop?"

Venti hands me a business card, "Happy to make your acquaintance, oh here, yellow peonies"

You know nothing about flowers but whatever the meaning of this flower, you know he meant of no ill.

"Thank you Venti, your order will be on the house"

"Wait no, that was not my intention at all! I gave the flowers hoping to get a good start with this shop" He said handing you a bill.

"Haha you must've misunderstood, I'm the cafe owner, this is a welcome gift plus haven't you heard of a weird tradition?" wanting to make this man your frequent costumer, alright maybe more, you thought saying the classic might make the atmosphere lighter.

"cafe employees give free food to attractive costumers"

Ah there it is, the light pink flush across his cheeks, you've successfully flustered him.

"quite a jester there, almost made my heart skip a bit" he laughed almost awkwardly accepting his defeat on paying.

"no kidding though, well then please wait for your name to be called when your order is ready."

...

"Order for venti?"

"Ah yes here, thank you for the great morning! Hope to see you in my shop"

"Well, this cafe is in need of fresh flowers... guess I'll meet you later" you waved your goodbye with a smile. Well what a day right?

"Ah! before I forgot, take this. A tip for the fair lady" he handed you something winking at you, its definitely means you should check what it is.

And bam. His number on a bill.

What a day right?

[calxvace]

in my mind venti likes lazy morning touches, slow make outs, you praising him as you trace his body markings as if lord barbatos has not have enough praises from being an archon.

"you should use your voice more often like this, your moans resemble the gates of heaven opening"

"W-windblume, you know I get easily aroused when you praise me like this" oh you just love how shaky, how whiny his voice becomes, how he falls right on to your trap easily

"I just love hearing you like this, perfect sound to start the day"

Venti, too smitten to you gradually makes his moans louder as you go lower and lower, his hands gripping the sheets tighter...

[calxvace]

since sylus loves hearing our voice...

do you ever think about sylus instructing you how to touch yourself when you whine he's too far away and you miss him?

"that feels good? yeah? you like how that feels?"

"No, no, no. Steady and slow sweetie, I know how you like it. Imagine I'm with you. Yeah, that's it kitten. Let my voice guide you"

"You better not let others hear you like that sweetie, you're a dangerous poison"

You know he's trying hard not to let out a hint of grunt, moans but you can't help it but to twase him, "Back to you honey, I can hear you struggling to keep it down."

You can hear his chuckle, "Oh sweetie, this is exactly why you're so hard to resist. You're not the only one who longs for their lover"

(bonus! if you complain why he did not let you hear, he sends you a cumshot video moaning to your name 😉)