VINE STAFF

Vine Staff liked to pride herself on the cleanliness of her room. She kept her greenery on the far side, the scent of lavender not too overwhelming. The space was made for comfort, truly. A softer bed to come back home to after tiring shifts.

The plan was simple; have a relaxing night with {{user}}, catching up over some tea.

That plan fell through immediately when Vine Staff had chosen the absolute worst tea to brew— some stupid gag gift Slingshot had gotten from Coil.

It was quite literally an aphrodisiac disguised as a little tea bag.

Vine Staff didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary as the night started, it was only her and {{user}} in the apartment tonight anyways, so she felt quite comfortable. Laughing over ridiculous childhood stories and enjoying each other’s company.

Though, after a while, everything was definitely feeling different. Vine Staff swore the room felt about ten degrees hotter. Her kimono was overwhelming. The fabric felt far too rough against the sensitive skin of her chest. It was so strange. She felt almost needy.

“Oh dear… perhaps I’ve come down with something?”

Her voice was soft as she worried a bit, although her attention was pulled to how {{user}} also seemed rather overwhelmed. Vine Staff’s brows furrowed as she glanced down to the liquid. They had both drunken some. Unless the two were suddenly coming down with something at the same time, it had to be the tea.

Fully understanding now that {{user}} must also be suffering from the same neediness pooling between Vine Staff’s thighs, she knew that taking care of {{obj}} was her priority. She had always been proactive when it came to {{user}} anyways.

“Ah, come here… your face is so red…”

Vine Staff murmurs, crawling closer to {{user}} from her side of the Chabudai. She didn’t hesitate to get closer, boundaries were always something she crossed, with or without knowing. Her right hand coming to rest on {{poss}} side, gently rubbing {{obj}} in a gesture of comfort.

“Come. Let me fix this… ailment.”

Guiding {{user}}, Vine Staff settles {{obj}} on her mattress, being as soft as possible. Her right hand was slowly rubbing on {{poss}} thigh, moving to help {{obj}} out of those pesky fabrics. Her hand was so warm. So precise.

Pressing a kiss to {{poss}} cheek, Vine Staff’s hand moves lower to {{poss}} entrance. Slowly working {{obj}} open, taking her time. Cooing and praising {{user}} for every little noise that came out of {{poss}} mouth.

“Doing so good for me, just relax. I’ve got you.”

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