#Nero has a scent k!nk and you cannot tell me otherwise tbh

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Wanting: Nero x G/N Reader

Smut/adult stuff MINORS GO AWAY LEAVE THIS PLACE AND GO READ SOMETHING ELSE >:[ Thanks! :))

SUMMARY: While you are gone, Nero gets well acquainted with your new room.

BEGINNING NOTES: 🛏️Perverse/Horny Nero x G/N Reader 🧸Un-established relationship 🛏️Nero (pillow) masturbation 🧸Mentioned reader masturbation; implied bottom--or at least likes to have things “inside” (that sounds horrible lmao, you’ll see what I mean) 🛏️Nero’s scent kink is really strong here 🧸Nero and the reader just moved into a house together; as “roommates”. 

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     Nero bit his lip in excitement as he stared into the room. He knew that this was obscenely perverted; that this would undoubtedly get him in trouble but he couldn’t resist. With a slow lean back out of the doorway, he looked to his left then his right, surveying the hallway. You weren’t home--you weren't going to be for another few hours, but he couldn’t be too cautious. What if you came home and saw what he was doing? You’d most definitely move out and, probably, beat the living hell out of him for this. 

     But the unyielding flame inside him was overwhelming and he couldn’t help-- no, he needed to satiate this lewd hunger building inside him.

     The young hunter walked into your partially unpacked room. It had only been six days since the two of you had begun to move in and you had been rather busy with contracts lately; leaving Nero to do most of the sprucing up of the cozy abode. As he stood over your bed his teeth pierced through his lower lip and his own blood began to fill his mouth and dribble down his chin. Slowly he began to palm his growing excitement. His eyes fluttered shut as he took a deep breath, replaying last night’s events in his mind. 

     The quiet mewls of your erotic delight were followed by the soft squishing wet sounds of whatever toy or fingers you had been using. On the other side of the wall was the living space, the place Nero was currently painting. He couldn’t help but listen in, placing his ear flush against the unpainted surface. His cock was hard as ever and he touched himself in rhythm with your own playtime, listening to the bed creak from your rapid movements. 

     The sounds of your unintelligible gibberish when you encroached on your orgasm. Your muffled whimpering cry as you reached your peak pushed Nero over the edge causing him to make a mess all over his hand and jeans. As he stared at the fluid that decorated his own skin he couldn’t help but yearn for it to be your skin instead or, better yet, to be inside you. As quick as possible, he scrambled to the bathroom to clean his hand and then scurried off to his room to get new pants. When you asked why he changed clothes, he simply claimed to have “spilled paint” on himself; unable to even look you in the eye without risking getting hard.

     Admittedly this wasn’t the first time Nero had done something like this; something so unspeakably immoral and filthy. The young man has stolen your clothes so many times that he’s forgotten how much he’s soiled with his lust. 

     At first, it was an accident. You'd come over to his previous home--a small one-bedroom apartment--and you’d left your lightweight hoodie on the couch. Nero picked it up and was going to place it by the door, so he could take it back in the morning but he stopped. Without thinking he put the fabric up to his nose and took a slow deep inhale, a dangerous smell of your soap and a light smell of sweat lingered on the coat. Your scent drives him up the wall usually but within the privacy of his own home, it did so much more. For a brief moment, he realized what he was doing was weird but that quickly passed. Nero didn't even leave the living room before he had his dick out and was beating it, your hoodie still held up to his face. 

     Right before he finished, laid it on the couch, and came on it, fantasizing that it was you. The young man had never cum so hard in his life; which was then surprisingly followed by a few more rounds all of which were layered upon the soiled jacket. After a much-needed wash, he returned it to you. He remembers the guilty arousal he got when he watched you put it on, knowing he'd splattered it senseless.

     Nero opened his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself. When he remembers that first time, he ends up getting overly excited and cumming way too fast. Taking a short break from groping himself, he unhurriedly walked over to a shirt you'd discarded on the floor and picked it up.

     The teal devil held the fabric to his nose and moaned lowly, this only added more fuel to the out-of-control lust within him. He wants you. He needs you. 

     A growl of frustration came from his throat as he returned to your bed. Quickly, he grabbed your body pillow and slid your shirt over it. Then he mounted your bed, hips straddling the plush-filled fabric. All the while he was imagining it was you instead. 

     He put the hemline of his shirt into his mouth and unbuttoned his jeans. A small shake appeared in his hands as he closed his eyes and slowly palmed his cock tent. In his mind, he was imagining all the perverse things he’d do to you if only given the chance to. As he pulled down his boxers, he finally let go of his lower lip and let out a low groan. 

     Bit by bit, he leaned down onto the pillow and wrapped his arms around it. Sluggish languid motions pushed his throbbing cock into the fabric. His eyes fluttered shut again as he took a deep inhale making his arms tighten further around the object. Although he had only just started, he already had pre-cum dribbling from his cock and was smearing it against your inanimate sleeping companion. The idea that this very pillow he’s grinding against is one that bore witness and was right beside you during your playtime only made him want to slam against it harder. 

     Nero attempted to pick up the pace but found his jeans blocked said movement. Irritated, he got up off the bed and slid them off, and decided he might as well take everything off. Once repositioned on the bed, he leaned down and kissed the fabric. Nuzzling his head into his he began to thrust into it again. 

     He laid on his side and wrapped his arms and legs around the pillow, grinding harder and quicker. Nero’s nails dug into the shirt’s fabric, unknowingly tearing it. Loud unfiltered moans and grunts came from the teal devil as he buried himself deeper into the fabric. 

     Carefully he bit into the fabric and began to chew on it slightly. His legs tightened even further, wrapping as tightly as they could. As his thrusts began to speed up, he found himself moaning your name; calling out for you. He turned over and pinned the pillow beneath him, sliding in a flat kneel--his inner thighs hitting the mattress and object of his lust. 

     He laid his head against the side of it, acting as if it were your head, as his pace became brutal. Another pathetically desperate round of moans came from him, grasping at the cotton-filled fabric that he wished were you instead. As he felt himself coming to his peak, he moved his head and placed his forehead where he envisioned yours to be. 

     A very finite amount of sweat decorated his body and brow, making his hair flatten a bit and stick to his skin. He felt as if his body were on fire and felt something much more feral fill his limbs as he fucked into the captive fabric. Nero had a strong urge to Trigger--to really let himself go and to ruin the plush; but he fought it, knowing that you’d find out if he did. 

     He let out a few sputtering heavy breaths and grunts as he shot his load against both the pillow and your shirt. His breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch in sinful released delight. Several ropes of thick cum spurted onto the pillow and shirt as he gently played with his tip to ride his high just a little longer. A small content sigh left his lips as he placed a gentle kiss against the pillow and smiled. As he leaned upwards, his breathing was heavy and he realized he was still rock hard, standing at attention. 

     “N-Nero?!”

     A sudden hot mortified feeling encompassed his face. Nero should've covered himself up-- should've apologized-- should've done something-- but he just sat there, frozen, staring at the wrinkled and tainted pillow beneath him. Completely petrified. 

     You swallowed hard as an odd lust began to creep into your mind. Nero and you were both frozen at the situation. Admittedly, you wanted to be mad; to be upset that you leave for an hour and come home to find Nero cumming on your bed. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to--at least, not right now. Right now all you could think about was joining the still-aroused devil. 

     A small smirk pulled at your lips as you strode towards him, a small sway in your hips, and a certain heavy-lidded look in your eyes. Nero’s eyes slowly panned up to meet yours. Your smirk widened as you watched his cock twitch from your approach. 

     Once at your bedside, you placed a hand on the far side of his face and turned him towards you. Nero’s lips were slightly parted and he went to speak but was quickly cut off by you placing your lips on top of his. The kiss was slow and passionate, you made sure that your intention was crystal clear as he moved his body to face yours. As you split apart from the kiss, you placed your hand around his burning dick, earning a surprised half-grunt half-moan from the red-faced young man. 

     Still touching foreheads, you whispered against his lips, "You're quite the pervert; aren't you?"

     He swallowed hard and began to panic, "I'm sorry, I---"

     "Shh shh shh," your hand began to move in slow languid motions, earning another one of the sweet noises from the devil, "Don't apologize," you kissed him longingly, biting his lower blood-stained lip as you pulled your lips away again, "Next time just ask before you go and fuck my pillows," you leaned back and ran you hand slowly up his torso, resting it on the back of his neck, "Now, be a good boy," you leaned back in and placed a kiss on the side of his neck, feeling him tremble beneath you, "and show me what you have been wanting to do."

     Nero let out a shuddering breath and a very quiet "oh", feeling a chill run up his spine. It took a moment for him to recompose himself as he felt you place very soft kisses against his neck. 

     When he was grounded back in reality, he flipped you over and pinned you underneath him. He returned the favor and began to run soft sweet kisses along your body. At the base of the side of your neck, mimicking the spot you’d been on him, Nero bit down hard. You arched into him and let out a low sharp gasping moan at the unexpectedly harsh move, feeling his teeth gently work a dark mark into your skin. 

     After he was satisfied with the severity of the mark, Nero whispered to you in a husky sultry low voice, tickling the tender skin with his heavy hot breaths, "I hope you’re up for a long night…” He placed a long kiss against the side of your jaw, nipping at it slightly, “You won't remember your name when I'm done with you."

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ENDING NOTES: I am probably going to do the same type of situation using Dante; he also seems like the type to do this kind of thing. It might be using a teddy bear or something though, idk. Regardless, this won’t be for some time. Currently, as of posting this and not counting this fic, I have 13 WIPs + 11 Requests (If you are wondering why the requests are still not open this is why lmao).  🛏️🧸🛏️

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