#dante x y/n

[multi-fandom-imagine]

«affectionate || Dante ||

A/n: Here is the long waited DMC drabble.

Prompt used:

[ affectionate ] sender plays with receiver's hair

Dante loves it when you play with his hair, his heart beats a little faster each time you do it. He’s used to the sex, the flirting he’s down in the past but this relationship is different.

With you it’s different, because with you he feels the love.

It was another lazy day, another day that he didn’t have to worry about assholes and killing demons, why? Because he has you sitting on his lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

A light grumble escaping his lips as you ranked your fingers through his silver strands.

“You’re so cute.” You teased as your fingers then ran down his cheek, Dante’s hand quickly snatching it until he brought it to his lips giving it a small kiss.

“I’m not cute.”

Rolling your eyes you rested your head against his own as you cupped his cheek’s, the man slumping even further in his seat. “Then what do I call you?, oh all mighty Demon Hunter.”

Squeezing your hips, Dante grasped your hands them on his head so you could continue to play with his hair. “Sexy, hot…oh I can go on and on babe…but I gotta admit…you have some magic fingers.”

Humming you did your best not to snort, it was cute to see him so relaxed for once. “Only for you Dante.”

[xo2dee]

So I know I requested something but this was just kind of an emergency request not in the sense that like it can't wait to be answered but in the sense that it was so sudden to ask and such, idk if that makes sense I hope it does anyways here it goes, if you would like you could just ignore the other request or what not I'm not sure but my grandad just passed away a week or so ago and it's the first major death I've ever had to deal with in my little 24 years of life. I was wonder how would Dante or Vergil comfort me, he was the closest thing I had to a father. Anyways thank you I live for your writing. ❤ also if you choose not to answer this request that is also okay too. I'll still happily enjoy the other pieces you write.

PAIRING: Dante x Reader WARNINGS: Angst, hurt/comfort, grief, loss of a loved one, talks of death. WORD COUNT: 917

A/N: first i hope you're doing okay babe, and im so sorry for your loss, and i hope by writing this i hope it makes you feel better and i chose dante for it since he feels a little easier giving a situation like this. i do hope you enjoy this and best wishes to you right now 🤍

DMC MASTERLIST

Feet dragging as you moped up the stairs and into your bedroom with the migraine of the century, you couldn’t help the stinging behind reddened eyes and your chest caving in on itself as you fought to come to terms with everything that happened in your life recently.

Losing a loved one was never something you wished to happen to anyone, let alone did you think it’d happen to yourself so suddenly and leave you grasping for precious memories after the shock finally settled in. The days leading up to the service and finally putting them to rest for how they asked was another grueling process on its own, and even then your emotional and mental state had taken a beating in all terms once you finally sat down alone and tried to fight your way through your mind. Or perhaps when you spent too long in the shower or bed, scowling as your throat began to close in itself and the tears began to blur your vision, but you had to remind yourself that you weren’t alone in having to suffer through grief. Not when you had someone who had an idea of just exactly what you were dealing with.

Dante had been nothing but the very thought of just what you needed in a time of loss – his touch bringing you solace and his humor brightening up your days as he pulled teeth and nails of his own to get you to smile and feel at ease.

Dante’s presence at your side was always a welcome one, whether he was just there to sit by your side or leaning into your body in his own form of physical affection, and in your moments of grief and adjusting to what had happened so suddenly he’d been there for you through and through. He’d been practically attached to you by the hip for a week, calloused hands shifting to soothe at your back or fingertips smoothing down the frowning lines that had taken to live on your forehead as your moods had plummeted for the time being. His words had been soft as was his touch to comfort you, his statement of “I have an idea of what you’re going through, but I wanna hear everything you wanna say.”, making you sigh and relax in his hold once you remembered you were in the presence of someone who could understand your grief to an extent.

He'd been so patient with you – never once teasing you when you didn’t immediately get up from bed to start the day, not caring how you stopped holding up your appearance for a time, making sure you stayed fed and hydrated in case you forgot to do either, and really, he was just there. A constant existence next to you with open arms and warmth beyond recognition to let you seek in particular awful moments at night. How many times had Dante let you just silently cry into his chest before you fell asleep there? It had been nothing but his arms holding you as he alternated between just letting you cry it out and a brief word or two to keep you in better spirits.

Yet as it went on, you couldn’t help but think you were beginning to wear down on Dante with the toll death was beginning to take on you.

And as you laid on the bed, yawning as the exhaustion of everything in life creeping up on you, you felt the mattress dip as Dante sat the edge of the bed and the back of his fingers caressed your face as you laid there. The touch made you sigh, and your eyelashes fluttered to keep back the treacherous weeping you’d done enough of while he was around, and you could only sniff through it and trying to bury yourself deeper into the sheets to avoid pestering him again. However, Dante was never one to let you slip so easily through his arms no matter the emotion you were feeling, pulling the sheets back away from your shivering form as he pulled you into his lap before his lips spoke comfort against your temple.

“You don’t have to be strong around me, y’know. It’s okay to not be okay and to not be strong. It’s okay to cry, and if you can’t cry that’s okay too. Don’t let anyone else tell you how to grieve.”

The caving of your chest suddenly felt too weighted with how it exploded in a myriad of different emotions, the first lone tear slipping from your eye a silent one as you hummed and turned your face into his neck for further warmth. Grief was an emotion you could taste as the tear nearly slipped through your lips, but in your heart you couldn’t help the love and elation you felt once Dante had confirmed he wasn’t giving up on you at all, and he’d be there regardless and no matter how long it took for you to be yourself again. And as long as you had Dante by your side, you knew you had those steppingstones along the way.

He shifted again to hold you better, thumb swiping away the tear sitting on your top lip as your ear listened to the soothing melody of his heartbeat before he asked, “What can I do?”

You could only smile, moving your hand until you were interlocking your fingers with his as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, “You just did it.”

[pfpanimes]

⌕ devil may cry • dante.

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[jinwoosungs]

04/07/25; 07:12pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

warnings: somnophilia

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

thinking about riding dante sparda’s abs.

you woke up in the middle of the night, questioning why your boyfriend didn’t join you in bed, yet you swore you could hear his snores echoing throughout your apartment.

dressed in an oversized shirt, you step out of your bedroom, your bare feet touching at the wooden floors that creak with your added weight. as you venture out into the living room, dante’s snores became even more prominent. noticing the way his boots hang precariously off the side of the couch, you inch closer to the piece of furniture only to find dante sprawled out in a deep slumber.

his chest moves in tune to his deep breaths, making you cross your arms upon seeing his torn clothes and how his abdomen was revealed to you. you lean forward, ready to wake him up when a sudden urge-

a compulsion you couldn’t seem to ignore courses through you.

your eyes kept taking in the sinful sight of him, with his torn shirt and how it left nothing to the imagination. dante was laid out so deliciously for you that you had to take a moment to admire him. as if sculpted by the gods themselves, there wasn’t an inch of dante that was short of perfection. while he breathed, you watched with an almost hungry gaze at how his muscles rippled in response.

a familiar ache was settled between your legs when you carefully step out of your panties, kicking them aside when they pool against your ankles. heat was felt blossoming within your veins when you manage to climb on top of your beloved hunter, placing your naked center over his abdomen while trembling at how the first contact made you feel.

low whimpers escape from your parted lips when you brace yourself against his chest, moving your slick heat up and down his abdomen. you allow each muscled ridge to catch at your clit, fueling the bundle of nerves with some much needed friction. your movements succeed in making the couch bounce in response, with dante no longer asleep as he lazily watches you while a storm was felt brewing beneath his eyes.

his low whistle was what makes you stutter in your movements, eyes going wide when his large hands were felt gripping at your waist. “you surprised me with a gift? you shouldn’t have, baby.” taking advantage of your distracted state, dante controls your movements by sliding you up and down the length of his abdomen, your arousal staining at his skin making him groan in response.

“you’re such a pretty girl for me… so damn pretty.” dante praises you in hushed tones, the deep timbre of his voice causing shivers to run up and down your spine. he suddenly removes your aching cunt away from his abs, keeping you still with one hand while freeing his cock from the confines of his pants with the other.

when his belt lands against the floor without a second thought, you found yourself laid back against the couch. dante removes your oversized shirt, giving him the view of your perky breasts and how your nipples hardened beneath his heated gaze. he lets out a low whistle, tossing aside your shirt while cupping one of your breasts within the palm of his hand. “how did a bastard like me get so lucky?”

playing with your nipples for another brief second, he releases them, feigning disappointment when he tosses both of your legs against his shoulder, “as much as i’d love to have my mouth suckling at your tits, ‘m afraid my dick just got way too hard to ignore. it’s practically leaking for you, babygirl.”

with your legs trapped against his shoulder, you could barely move, trembling with anticipation when you felt his cockhead lightly tracing at your outer lips. he collects the evidence of your arousal, slapping his tip playfully against your entrance to draw out even more of your whiny moans.

“ngh, dante…! stop teasing me…”

“heh, as you wish, babe.”

no longer teasing you, dante swiftly enters you, sheathing his cock deep inside your silky walls as he forces you into a mating press. his swift pounds were void of any gentleness as he fucks you with a possessiveness that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. you were so full of him-

so full of his cock that you lost every single thought that didn’t pertain to him.

the sensation of his cock nestled so deeply inside of you was overwhelming, filling you with a red hot pleasure you craved. his balls kept slapping against you, and you swore that he was fucking you so deep that he was practically in your womb at this point. the feeling of being fucked dumb along with the lingering scent of sex in the air were too much to bear when you manage to arch your back against the leather couch, releasing your juices down the length of his cock.

a growl was heard coming from dante as he continues to bully your sensitive walls with his cock, not stopping even when you had him in a vice grip. yet a few moments later, the need to cum overpowers everything else when dante stills his hips, allowing his dick to grow while you milked him for all he was worth.

thick spurts of his cum were felt being pumped inside you, making you drool at the sudden sensation as you were certain you had heart in your eyes for the beast of a man settled above you. when dante was confident that he was completely emptied did he land against you (earning a loud squeak from you).

“whoa, dante…! you’re so heavy…” his rich chuckle fills at your ear, with dante removing your legs from his shoulder and back down to his waist. he says your name in an almost reverent manner, his usually gruff voice tinged with an unusual softness that he reserves only for you. you meet his gaze, seeing the perfect quality of his true blue eyes, reminding you of clear ocean waters for a brief second until he leans forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

you respond eagerly, kissing him back with just as much passion when you opened up to him. tongues battled for dominance, yet you lost as soon as you felt his tongue pinning yours down. he explores your taste with a slowness that conveyed he had all the time in the world-

yet the sensation of something hard growing from inside you breaks you out of your haze, all too eager to delve in both of your hedonistic desires when dante pulls away from your lips.

with a cocky grin on his face, he spreads your legs wide open for him, allowing both of your legs to hang off either sides of the couch before pistoning his cock back into you. “heh, sorry princess, i guess once wasn’t enough f’ me. but… you’ll forgive me, right?”

and with how good dante was making you feel, you would have done anything and everything for him.

end notes: dante was made for the feminine gaze 🫦

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[sanjisblackasswife]

Blk Fem Reader x Dante

CW/// Bratty Dante, Groping, Messy Kissing, implied virgin Dante

“Y-you mean to tell me…I can cum…with my clothes ON?”

“Mmmhm…”

“This is totally different from the videos i watched.”

His bulge was caressing your clothed slit, the dampness of your thin panties were enough to seep onto his black pants. Honestly it didnt surprise you how big he was, you nearly felt distracted thinking of how it looked when you finally get to take his clothes off.

However.

Dante has also been pissing you off lately, stealing your bonnets, and wearing your new wigs around your apartment to annoy you.

So now he has to deal with just this. It’ll be enough though.

“SSSSShhhit!” The sensation of your body pressing down on his crotch to apply more pleasure, Dante’s head flew back on your pillow, adam’s apple bobbing leaving you to smirk and kiss it softly, usually his reflexes would have gotten you a smack to the face, but he has subconsciously trusted you for the most part to have his guard down. Only earning your a squeeze to your ass.

You started to grind your hips in different angles, studying his face and noises, you noticed when you moved your hips in a vertical figure eight his jaw went slack and his grip got tighter,

“Ganna cum?”

“In your….FUCking…dreams.”

He was such a bad liar, his pale skin flushed and hot, his bangs partially covering his face, you started to feel yourself get more aroused by his biceps twitching on their own when you move against him more.

“Dante….” a hushed whisper fell down your lips, he peaked one eye open to see you tossing away your bra and eyes stared harshly at your bouncing breasts, you could feel his dick nearly jump put of his zipper. “Cum with me please?”

“I—…dammit your pussy feels fucking amazing. Shit!—-“

Dante couldnt help himself, he began to cause more friction bucking his hips into you, practically fucking you through your clothes, as much as you could stop him, you were super close to your own orgasm crashing down, “Dante—-!”

His grip on your ass was so tight you felt his short nail dig into your skin, your body was just his little fuck toy for the moment while he chased his high.

“DanteDanteDanteDante!” You chanted his name with each moan until you grabbed his throat to connect you lips with his, without thinking he widened his mouth for you to latch into his tongue to suckle on, matching the pace of his hips with his as you both cum together.

“Well I’ll be damned…” Your white haired boyfriend exhaled from his first (of many) mind shattering orgasms, rubbing your lower back as you were already exhausted your self, “We have to do that again, but with out the clothes next time, I know your little pussy is SOAKED down there.”

“Shut up.” Giggling you hit his bare chest.

“Can I see?”

“Shut up!”

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?

“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”

“irrelevant.”

dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.

“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”

but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.

“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”

enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,

“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”

“she will.”

you continue to scroll through your phone.

but dante takes your silence as intrigue.

“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”

“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”

dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”

“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”

as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.

“hey! watch it—“

“your spoon, lady,”

you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”

“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”

“oh !”

enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.

“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”

you raise a brow. “the first ?”

dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”

“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”

dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”

“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”

dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—

“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”

clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”

“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”

dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”

you wave them goodbye and make your exit.

“God, i love women.”

“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.

© 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈 ー do not edit, copy, translate or re-upload.

[bloommx]

I'm going crazy with the new Devil May Cry Netflix remake

Dante is so fine

[kitsunefox1108]

Hello! how have you've been? i hope you're doing great! so, may i please request a Vergil and Dante (separate) x Virgin! Fem Reader? This idea have weeks in my head, so finally i decided to make this request xD anyways, i hope this is okay for you (also, sorry for my bad english, it's not my language) have a nice day! — 🐰 Anon

WARNING: SLIGHT NSFW!

Vergil doesn't think being a virgin is a bad thing.

He is not a master at … carnal pleasures. Even if he had experience, so he himself is not very familiar with all this. And if you don't want to have sex with him, that's okay, he'll understand.

Your comfort and convenience was important to him. He will try his best to make you happy. So if you agree to a big step… he will try to deliver as much pleasure as you deserve in his eyes.

Dante is surprised.

However, he doesn't mind.

Yes, he sometimes teased you about this, but not because he wanted to offend you. Because he likes your embarrassment.

That's why he sometimes teases you so much when his hands seep through your shirt during a kiss..

But, he will never allow himself to go further if you don't. He is waiting for your consent. And he's waiting for you… to tell him what you want. Show him you're ready.

And then… he will plunge you into the world of pleasure, you only need to ask

[crookeddefendorbanana]

Devil May Cry

Yandere Dante & Vergil x Female Reader

Notes: a quick oneshot of the dmc twins turning their adorable y/n into their fluffy catgirl

And no Dante & Vergil are NOT dating in this story because that's just icky

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You were an ordinary human, living in the same city as the infamous twins, Vergil and Dante. The two devil hunters were known for their skills in battling demonic forces, but they had developed an unhealthy obsession with you. Unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else, the twins decided to use a forgotten demonic spell to turn you into a cat girl, hoping that this would grant them the exclusive attention they desired.

One night, while you were peacefully asleep, Vergil and Dante cast the spell, its dark magic enveloping your sleeping form. As dawn broke, you woke up, feeling strange and disoriented. You sat up, only to notice something was different. Your hands were now soft paws, and a pair of fluffy cat ears adorned your head and a massive fluffy tail. Panic coursed through your veins as you realized what had happened.

Just as you were about to call out for help, Vergil and Dante burst into your room, their expressions a mix of excitement and possessiveness. "Look at her, Dante," Vergil said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "She's perfect."

Dante's eyes widened with delight as he approached you, his fingers reaching out to scratch behind your fluffy ears. "she's so adorable" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness. "Just imagine all the cuddles and attention she'll receive as our cute little cat girl."

You were torn between confusion and a strange attraction to the attention they were giving you. As the days passed, Vergil and Dante treated you like their prized possession, lavishing you with affection and care. They would spend hours cuddling you in their bed, running their fingers through your soft fur, and scratching your ears making you purr.

At first, you were resistant to their advances, but slowly, you found yourself yearning for their touch. Their obsession had fueled your own desires, and you couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations that coursed through your body whenever they pampered you. You grew to love the attention and affection they showered upon you, craving it more and more with each passing day.

As time went on, you became completely enamored with the twins. Their yandere tendencies had turned you into their devoted pet, willingly submitting to their twisted desires.

[tehrevving]

Submissive Dante is Praised and Teased until he Cums in his Pants. 

My first original anime inspired fic!

Dante x Reader. Praise Kink. Dirty Talk. Experienced Partner. Inexperienced Dante. GN!Reader. Grinding. Dry Humping. Biting. Slight Pain Kink. Slight Choking.

This can be read as a standalone but is set in my series. For backstory, ‘You’ know an older/different Dante, and have been sent through universes and have met the anime one. You know alot about Dante’s life, and how to *cough* Pull That Devil Trigger!!

Read on Ao3

You’re watching him out of the corner of your eye. You hide it well but Dante knows you’re always watching, his senses are enhanced and he’s always watching you, most of the time anyway. He’s curious, your backstory strange and unbelievable, but somehow you have the knowledge to back it up. You do know him, some other version of him. He’d never met you before the other day, but you clearly know too much about him. 

“Thinking about charging for the view,” Dante hums as he stretches on his office chair, pulling his arms up behind his head and making the hem of his shirt ride up. He knows that your eyes are going to dart straight to that small, exposed sliver of skin and that you’re going to stare at it like you want to devour him. He wants you to. You’re reluctant but he knows he can wear you down, he knows you’d be able to rock his world. 

Your eyes dart away at his words but there’s no embarrassment in your gaze, you just chuckle. “You can’t handle me, Cowboy.”

Dante flexes his shoulders and rocks his hips slowly, your eyes snapping back to him. “You’re just a human,” he muses, “and I’m a strong, invulnerable half-devil. I can handle anything you throw at me.”

You shake your head. “Five minutes with me and you’d be making a mess of your pants.”

“Doubt it,” he taunts back, but he’s not actually sure. He doesn’t have that much experience, and you definitely do. 

You sigh. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you Dante? I told you, I don’t want to fuck you up by doing this with you, but, if you’re not going to let it go, then fine, you can have a taste.”

“Jackpot,” Dante grins but there’s something dark and hungry in your gaze that makes his smile falter. You walk over to him, hips swinging and Dante swallows heavily. He plants the legs of his chair back on the ground and pulls away from his desk, tapping his fingers on his lap with a growing, smug excitement. 

You straddle him, sinking straight down into his lap like you belong there. Your palms press against his chest for support as you settle against him. You’re so fucking warm and even though you’re hiding it well, his enhanced senses pick up the slowly rising beat of your heart. His hands move to grip at your hips and hold you steady. 

“Is this alright?” you ask, voice soft and full of something warm and comforting.

Dante nods, eyes flicking between your face slightly above his and your chest, perfectly positioned at eye level. “More than okay Sweetheart.”

You give a small sigh and then reach out, hooking your pointer finger just underneath his chin. You pull his face up, making his eyes meet yours. Your eyes are dark and full of desire. 

“Can I kiss you?” you ask softly, eyes fixed on his lips. 

Dante nods eagerly. “Mhmm.”

You kiss him, softly at first, a warm press of lips against lips. You move carefully, easing him into the heat of your body before you start deepening the kiss. You lick across his lips and he opens up, eager for a taste. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, rubbing against his. He pushes against you, trying to deepen the kiss in his own way. You bite down on his tongue to stop him and he gasps, pulling back. 

Your fingers are on his chin, digging into his skin as you direct his head. You pull him to the side, dragging your lips across his jaw. You kiss him, biting and twisting suddenly too sensitive skin between your teeth from his lips all the way to his ear. Heat pricks at the base of Dante’s neck as arousal begins to swell in his blood. 

“You smell so good,” you whisper, lips pressed to his skin. “You always smell so good.” You lick him, warm saliva cooling against his cheek. “Good enough to eat.”

Dante’s breath leaves his lungs in a rush. He hears you chuckle and then your hand is suddenly in his hair. Your nails prick at his scalp as you kiss him again, lips rough as you wrench his head back and take control. 

Dante is at your mercy, head held still while you kiss him like you’re trying to devour him. He wants you to. He tries to chase your lips when you pull away but you yank him back by the hair. He wants more and growls his reluctance as prickling pain washes down his spine.

“Don’t you growl at me,” you scold him, nails digging into the back of his neck. “If you don’t behave then I’m going to need to punish you, Dante,” you purr, lips moving by his ear. “Bad boys get spanked, and you don’t want that, do you?”

A half growl, half moan leaves Dante’s throat. He does want that, not right now, but he wants it, he wants everything you’re willing to give him. 

You bite down on his earlobe hard and he shudders, the pain searing. “Bad boys get spanked and naughty boys get their asses fucked. So behave.”

Dante’s eyes flutter shut. Oh fuck he wants it. His head is swimming, thick with arousal and submission. All you’ve done is speak to him and barely touched him, and it’s too much. He’s suddenly too hot, an overwhelming heat radiating from his body, he wants his clothes off. Your hips lower slightly, brushing the bulge of his erection in his tight pants. He groans as you ride him for a moment, then whines when you pull away. 

“Good boy Dante,” you praise, “you’re almost there. Just a little bit more.” You kiss at his jaw as your words throb through his cock. You kiss down his neck, biting for emphasis. You tug on his hair, guiding his skull in every direction, pulling the skin of his neck tight so you can suck deep marks into it. Your tongue brushes over his frantic pulse and his breathing quickens, the heat of arousal and <i>something else</i> rising behind his eyes. 

“You’re being so good,” you whisper, praising while Dante swallows heavily. “You’re behaving, I knew you would. Your heart is beating so fast.” You lick his pulse to emphasise your words. “What are you thinking about?”

“Y-you,” he stammers. 

“Be more specific,” you chuckle, the sound taunting him as you bite at his neck. He tries to speak but your hand moves to his throat. Your grip tightens, pressing, not cutting off his air but hinting that you could. 

His devil craves it with a deep, throaty whine that echoes from deep within his chest. 

“You’d let me do absolutely anything, wouldn’t you?”

Dante nods, hips bucking, desperately trying to get friction. His pants are so damn tight, the ache of his cock dividing his attention. 

You rock your hips downwards and he groans, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He can feel your heat even through too many layers of clothing, maybe he’s just imagining it but he doesn’t care. He wants to take control, to push you down and take what he needs, but your hand in his hair stops him, your grip on his throat makes his devil quiver in anticipation instead, wondering what you might do. 

“Ah, there we go,” you purr, rocking against him. You don’t remove your hips this time, you grind down on him instead. Dante groans, the friction and heat on his cock forcing his hips to buck. 

You shift your grip on him, the hand on the base of his skull moving to the back of his shoulder. You dig your nails in, pressing hard enough through his shirt that he thinks you might be drawing blood. He likes it. He wants more. You squeeze gently at his throat, cutting off his air for a single, desperate moment before your fingers brush across his jaw to just behind his ear. You yank his head to the back and side, stretching out his neck.

You lean down and start licking over the spot where his shoulder meets his throat. He shivers, it’s sensitive there, so much more sensitive than it should be. You’re grinding against his cock and the heat and pressure is addictive. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to push you, he wants to see what you’re going to do. 

“Don’t fight it Dante,” you urge him, voice clear with intent. 

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to not fight, but he can’t nod his head to respond so he just exhales sharply instead. 

You press your lips to his skin and then your teeth, adjusting the angle until his whole body starts tingling with a sudden, desperate heat. You grind down roughly, hips pushing against his bulge. Dante presses up into the friction with a groan. Your nails dig hard into the wounds on his shoulder, the pain somehow only making his cock harder, throbbing with need. You bite down hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to take a chunk out of his shoulder. Dante shouts, the pain giving way to a searing, desperate pleasure as his vision fades to a sparking, all consuming white and his entire body erupts with electricity, cock spurting uncontrollably in his pants. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

The First Time || Dante Sparda ||

A/n: Part two of Dante fingering the reader but now you two fuck!

Warnings: p in v , virginity loss , cream pie

Dante carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, arms strong and steady. The adrenaline of earlier had faded, leaving behind a pulsing, aching desire that settled deep in your belly. Your thighs still trembled from your climax, and yet you clung to him, craving more.

You could practically feel your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. Nibbling your bottom lip, you clung to the man looking up at him as he laid you down on the bed—his bed—soft sheets brushing your skin as he hovered over you, eyes scanning every inch of your face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he murmured, fingers brushing your cheek.

You nodded. Nervous, breathless, but aching to be touched again.

Aching for him

He kissed you slowly—deep, but unhurried. No rush now. Just the two of you in the quiet dark, the world outside silenced for once.

But when his hands slipped down to your waist, fingers hooking into your panties, you froze.

He noticed it instantly. That tiny flinch. The small intact of your breath.

“Hey,” he whispered against your lips. “Talk to me.”

You hesitated, then barely breathed the words, “I’ve… never done this before.” The words slipped out and suddenly you regretted it because why would he ever want a virgin?

His body stilled above you. His expression didn’t shift—no mockery, no surprise. Just something deeper in his eyes. Gentler. Protective.

“You mean—” he started.

You nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah. I’m a virgin.”

There was a long pause. His thumb gently stroked your hip, grounding you.

“You should’ve told me,” he said softly, voice low and sincere.

“I didn’t want you to stop...I just…” Your voice trailing off for a moment.

That made him smile. Slow. Dangerous. But full of something almost sweet.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your throat, “I’m not stopping. But I am going to take my damn time with you.”

You whimpered as he kissed lower, lips tracing a path between your breasts, down your stomach, slow enough to make your skin burn.

“No rushing,” he murmured, settling between your thighs, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “No pain. No fear. Just you, melting for me.”

He removed your panties with reverence, like they were delicate silk. Then he just looked at you, lips parted, gaze dark and awed.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said, dragging a knuckle slowly down your slit, making you arch into his touch.

“D-Dante…”

“Shhh.” His fingers were back—one at first, rubbing slow circles over your clit. Then slipping down to tease your entrance. He didn’t even try to push inside yet—just circled, coaxed, explored. “I’m gonna stretch you nice and slow, baby. Gotta make sure you’re ready to take all of me.”

You moaned, legs falling open further for him. Your body finally relaxing as you bucked your hips against his fingers.

His finger dipped in—just the tip. Then back out. Then a little deeper. Patient. Gentle. Torturous.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So warm. Your body’s gonna drive me fucking insane.”

You whimpered, hips lifting to chase his finger.

“I want you,” you breathed.

He looked up, eyes heavy-lidded and intense. “You have me. But I’m not just gonna fuck you, sweetheart.”

He crawled back up, kissing your neck, your jaw, brushing his cock—hard and hot—against your thigh.

“I’m going to make love to you. Slow. Deep. Until you forget you were ever untouched.”

And with one hand laced through yours and the other guiding himself to your entrance, he watched you carefully.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmured, lips brushing yours.

Your legs were already wrapped around his waist, his tip nudging against your entrance, teasing. Every nerve in your body was lit up like fire under his touch.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want you.”

“Then you’ve got me,” he said, voice low and rough. “All of me.”

He pushed in slow—so slow you could feel every inch of him, stretching you open with a delicious ache. Your breath caught, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he eased deeper. He paused halfway in, his forehead resting against yours.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded, already trembling around him. “It just… it’s a lot.”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, baby. I’m not small.”

You laughed breathlessly through the sting. He kissed you, a deep kiss to swallow the small gasp and then moved he again—sliding deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met yours. You gasped, full to the brim, the stretch sharp but slowly melting into pressure, pleasure, him.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Taking me so damn good.”

He didn’t move yet. Just stayed there, buried inside you, his hand brushing your cheek, his lips kissing the corner of your mouth. Letting your body adjust. Letting you feel him.

Then he pulled back, just slightly, and thrust in again—slow, smooth, grinding against your walls.

Your moan was soft, involuntary. Your thighs squeezed around his waist.

“That feel good, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded, gasping. “Y-Yeah. So full…”

He kissed you again, deeper this time. His thrusts stayed slow, measured, like he had all the time in the world. He hit spots you didn’t even know existed, and every time he rolled his hips just right, your body shivered under him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised, voice all gravel and heat. “So tight, so wet. Like your body was made for mine.”

Your nails dragged down his back, and he groaned—like he loved the way you clung to him, overwhelmed.

“Dante, I—I think I’m close,” you gasped, the heat inside you coiling fast.

“Let go for me,” he murmured, rocking into you. “Come while I’m deep inside you, baby. I want to feel it.”

His thumb brushed your clit at the same time, and your body shattered—back arching, mouth falling open as your orgasm rushed through you like a wave. You clenched around him, and he swore, hips faltering.

“Fuck, that’s it—god, you feel so fucking good—”

He thrust deeper, faster now, chasing his own high. Still controlled. Still gentle. But with that primal edge.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna claim this sweet little pussy.”

You moaned helplessly, still riding the aftershocks, and with one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, broken groan—his warmth spilling into you, his body collapsing against yours.

For a long time, neither of you moved. You just lay there, wrapped around him, completely full and completely his.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were soft. Tender.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered, brushing hair from your face.

You smiled, dazed, and nodded. “More than okay.”

He kissed your forehead. “Next time,” he said, smirking again, “you’re riding me.”

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

DMC MASTERLIST

40 CHIPS

PAIRING: Dante x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Vaginal sex, creampie, strip poker WORD COUNT: 4,688 SUMMARY: Either his luck really was that bad, or he just liked to let you win all the time.

A/N: i've never played strip poker or poker itself so if you see any inconsistencies mind ur business,,, also had dmc 5 dante in mind writing this

On rare occasions, there were nights you got Devil May Cry to yourself, and there were night you got Dante to yourself. And on some of those rare nights, you got both in one sweet, little wrapped present. On those particular nights, you and Dante liked the up the scales in your relationship and have a little friendly competition of a game between you two to see who would come out on top for the night. Such was a night, and you and he were at it again playing a dangerous game to see who could come out on top of the other and got the ‘prize’ the other was promising.

And in your favor, you held the cards for the winning hand.

Tensions were high, your eyes glazed over in determination as you stared over your choice of weapon for the night against your opponent as he chose his next move very carefully. It was a game of chance and skill all wrapped into one, your hand a winning one as you held the ultimate dealbreaker within your fingers while your opponent continued to slip and fall and take the hits you were so careful to deal out. For once he was off his usual slight above you, his eyes squinting over his own weapon as he watched you carefully before lying down his next hit for you to counter.

And once again, he missed his mark as you dodged and laid down your next attack. His eyes quickly darted over to what you had done, then you watched the defeat cloud his eyes as he groaned and hung his head down when he understood what it meant. Jackpot, indeed.

“C’mon, babe, cut me some slack,” your boyfriend grumbled, falling back into his chair with a sigh as he eyed your winning hand of cards laid across from his.

You only shrugged with a smirk, though you couldn’t but feel like he was holding out on you. Or if his luck really was as bad as he was always complaining it was. “There’s no possible way you’re this bad…”

Dante scoffed, sitting back up straight as he grabbed at the back of his shirt with a wink, “I can still come back from this.”

A laugh escaped you, pulling another pile of chips toward you as he removed his shirt, “Right… all I’ve taken off is two socks.” One of your legs kicked up to show him the missing clothing, the rest of your clothes still on your body as Dante was only left in his pants and two folds away from losing the game of Strip Poker. The entire thing had been your idea of course, an excuse to get Dante as naked as possible while you remained as clothed as you could before you got the winning prize from him. He was too eager to play a round of Strip Poker, a cocky smirk on his face telling that you’d lose and he’d be happy for you to take your clothes off for him… Yeah, he ended up eating those words the first time he had to fold and took his coat off, claiming he’d ‘get back at you’… To which, you were still fully clothed while he only had his pants and boxers left.

The sound of him shuffling cards brought your attention back, giving the each of you a new hand before he squinted at you in suspicion, “Have you been holdin’ out on me?”

“Not really,” you flipped your cards over in your hand and held back your grin, eyeing him from over top of your cards with a suggestive raise to your brow, “maybe your luck isn’t as good as you think…” And then you laid down your hand – a straight royal flush within your hold as you grinned full of teeth and victory watching his eyes bulge as took in the symbols along the corners of your deck.

And another piece of his clothing was coming off.

“Damn,” he rubbed his hand across his jaw, immediately folding his hand as he scooted his chair back enough to begin unbuckling the belt of his pants, “this is my last piece of clothing too…”

You blinked, raising an eyebrow as he began shimmy off his pants, “Don’t you still have –”

The sound of his belt buckle clanging against the floor silenced you, and then sitting up straighter to peek over the edge of the table let you see the beginnings of his happy trail and that was too prominent and his hips were too visible for him to be wearing anything else… Leaving him to be completely stark naked… And he was just sitting there with a new hand continuing to play like you hadn’t just stripped him naked and beat him in a landslide victory of Strip Poker.

Dante scratched his chin, looking up towards the ceiling fan that you turned off before glancing at the window in confusion, “…Do you feel a draft?”

You could only gawk, wondering he’d been walking around the entire day in leather pants without any underwear before you voiced that question while your hardest to not peek up over the table to see the rest of his exposed skin, “Are you not wearing any underwear?”

His index finger came up to rest against his lips, “Shhh, pretend I am – we can keep playing,” Dante started to reach forward to shuffle the deck once more, a grin on his face as you felt your panties grow damp once you realized the victory you had won. “I can still come back.”

“Nu-uh,” you jumped forward, snatching the cards out of his hands and then pulling the rest of the stack of chips towards you in your winnings, “I don’t think so. Don’t be a sore loser, Dante.” You shifted in your seat before pressing your feet fully on the ground, discreetly rocking your hips along the chair’s seat to warm yourself up for what you had planned.

Dante seemed none too aware of your rising arousal nor the slight rocking of back and forth you were doing, holding up both of his hands in a gesture of peace as he relaxed in his seat, “Whatever, I fold, I fold…” his arms crossed over his chest, further enhancing the size of chest as you watched a bead of sweat trail down into chest hair and furthering down onto his abdomen, “So what’s this ‘huge prize’ you want?”

It was like picking up your cards and seeing a straight Royal Flush again, your win on the horizon as soon as he asked the question. But it wasn’t like Dante didn’t have a clue – he wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly was turning the gears in your mind the moment you asked him if he wanted to play Strip Poker. Of course, he could’ve been wrong and you were planning to make him walk around the Devil May Cry in nothing but an apron… though you held no such plans when you had Dante baring all and stuck in a chair across from you. And if you chair broke again… well, you’d just get him a new one.

You gave a small smirk, mischief alight in your eyes as you propped your elbows on the table and folded your hands together, “You.”

Dante shrugged, holding out his arms as he presented himself to you before you quite literally felt the heat begin to emanate off of him, “I’m all yours, babe.”

Sliding your chair back from the table, you mentally patted yourself on the back for wearing a skirt for the day… Just something about the way of Dante being naked and you completely clothed that made your stomach flip as you felt your underwear grow more and more damp. Raising one finger in the air before tapping it your nose, you told him, “I’ll give you one free pass of clothing I’ll take off.”

A lone eyebrow arched up, eyeing your body of what he could see as seemed to actually contemplate the answer before clicking his tongue, “Do I get to choose?”

You thought about it before shaking your head, having your own ideas for how the rest of the night would go as you slid your hands up into your skirt and pulled your panties down before kicking them over to him. He caught them with ease, peering at them in his palm as his eyelashes fluttered and the skin along his chest started coloring into red while you slowly sauntered over to him with clenched thighs and a smile. And in return, you got the pleasure of watching his Adam’s Apple bob with the long and loud swallow he made once he realized you were in one your moods again.

“Are those good enough?” you asked, prying them from his grip and tossing them into the pile of his clothes that lied on the floor.

“That’ll do, Captain…” Dante mumbled after a moment, eyeing you up as you held back the snort at seeing his cock completely hard and already leaking with precum before you’d even touched him. A side-effect you learned from him being half-demon; apparently everything was heightened, down to his bodily reactions (and his damn bounce back time) so much he was practically ready to go within seconds for anything. However, that never deterred him from prepping you for sex and you weren’t sure how many minutes you’d spent sitting on Dante’s fingers or face before you got to actually sit on his dick. And half the time you didn’t even need to get so riled up when you’d get so wet and horny from just being around watching him stretch his arms up and his shirt rode up to expose some of his stomach… Well, maybe you did actually, the dick size was not something to take lightly.

Wasting zero time you straddled him before latching your mouth onto his, eating up his surprised groan with your tongue as one of your hands knotted into the back of his hair and the other began a soft trek down the front of his body to his cock. Overwhelming Dante’s tongue, your fingers passed by the hair dusted along his chest, the firm, knotted row of his abdominal muscles, the prominence of his happy trail, and then you were coiling what you could of your fingers around the sheer girth of his cock. He grunted in your mouth at the squeeze, your fingers twirling of what you could in his locks as you gave slight tugs to each way you were twisting your wrist around his cock.

Feeling your own body begin to burn at the lack of attention, you sped things up a fraction as you decided to scoot into Dante close enough to begin rubbing your clit along his underside of his cock. The friction made your eyes cross beneath your eyelids, your throbbing clit twitching at the attention as you rolled your hips harder to later him up with your own wetness as well lubricate the inside of you for the squeeze you knew was coming. You weren’t in the mood for prolonged foreplay, your skin on fire and your lower abdomen doing its own acrobatic routine the entire time you were teasing him in the game and watching his clothes come off. Dante would understand later that you were in for something quick and hot rather than usual slow and passionate rounds you two were used to doing.

When you lifted your hips up and began to angle his dick to where your opening was, he grunted against your mouth and pulled away a few inches as a string of saliva connected you both before breaking. “No foreplay?” Dante asked with a knotted brow, his hands drawing patterns of what they could in your hips bones as you sighed and ran your thumb across the top of his cock’s slit.

“Dante, you’re literally leaking…” you laughed breathlessly when you watched his lips purse the longer you swiped along the head of his cock. A fast shower and grower he was, you were starting to believe he had been aroused for a while. “How long have you been imagining this?”

He paused, his fingers drumming a rhythm on your hips as he actually sat there and thought about it for a moment. Meanwhile, you were still hovering over his dick ready to take him in. “Since I started losing.”

So… since the start of the game basically. A lighthearted scoff escaped you, slightly petting the back of his head before you kissed the corner of his mouth, “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible –” Dante started to say with a breathy chuckle, only for it to immediately get lost in a choke when you took that initiative and started to sink down onto his cock with a grin on your face at his reactions.

You took him slow into you, but it still did slightly sting no matter how wet and ready you had gotten for him as someone with Dante’s size was bound to keep you on your toes. Inch by inch you slid him into you, biting your cheek and practically holding your breath the entire time as it was a few more moments before the entire brute of him was pushed inside, a gasp falling from your lips as you felt your walls stretch, constrict and throb once you got him where you wanted him. You winced a bit as you sat your ass onto his thighs, hearing him let out a choked noise as felt you the muscles of your pussy contract and flutter around the new welcomed intrusion. You wiggled a bit before sighing in content and how fucking good it felt having his hot arousal inside of you again and how full you felt with him inside of you, Dante sharing the same sentiment as you watched his eyelids flutter and a soft, whining moan drop out of his mouth.

Impossible. “And yours,” he finished his statement from before, and you got the satisfaction of the watching the tendons in his neck bulge forward whenever he dropped his head back with a louder groan through harshly clenched teeth when you suddenly clamped around him. The fingers he had on your hips quickly flexed away from you too, stopping himself from applying any pressure into your skin in case he accidentally squeezed too hard. You moved forward to press a kiss to his Adam’s Apple, relishing in when he suddenly bucked into you for the sensation and you heard an expletive leave him in a choked pant. “Fuck – I’m…  You feel so –”

Overran by the fog clouding your mind you rolled your hips once while biting gently onto his Adam’s Apple, pulling him inches out of you before rolling back down until he bottomed out in you with a soft moan. The tapping of his fingers was back onto your hips, his sign for you to continue since he had gotten adjusted to feeling you around him as you complied to his request. With your clit and cunt throbbing and feeling him pushing against your walls so hot and insistently, you began to move your hips rhythmically against his and enjoying at how he seemed to become literal putty in your hands every time it happened. You could already feel your body beginning to hum in delight from each way his cock slid along inside of your pussy, speeding up a bit as you watched his expression fall apart into pure pleasure in such a short amount of time.

You lifted yourself up off him, lethargically pulling him out of you and the slow slide of his girth making you grip him harder while biting your lip to keep from whining out. Once he was back out and his tip kissed your folds, his thumbs started to rub circles into your body before you buried him back inside of you at the same pace yet that time the stretch was tighter as you clenched up to get a better feel of his heat. The action of you pushing him back up into the hilt of you let a breathless moan fall out of you and a grunt from him, you tossing your head back once more with your eyes fluttering while his lips kissed at the spot underneath your chin.

Dante clenched his teeth and a hand shot up to grip your breast with a hiss pushing through the cracks of his teeth. No doubt he was fighting against himself with the scrunching and releasing of your soaked, hot cunt around his cock combined with your words, the atmosphere brewing once more as you became hot with arousal and wanted to roll your eyes back at how he felt inside of you. He groaned roughly, fingers digging into your breast as he spoke roughly with a hint of a whine, “Hand – Please –” Dante panted, and you understood the words enough to understand what he wanted.

The hand you had placed on his shoulder trailed down teasingly until you were at his pert and pink nipple, pinching it in-between two fingers with various twists as Dante pelvis began to jerk up into you from below. You started to move faster then, bouncing on his cock instead in delicious rolls as he pulled back far enough to watch himself disappear into you with a groan, watching your folds open to accommodate him and stretch as far as it could once he was into the deepest part of your cunt. One of his hands moved from your hip to slightly press down onto your lower abdomen, the act causing you to release a louder whine for him as it began to feel like his cock was nudging up into your skin there and into your guts.

“Mmm, Dante,” you sighed out, taking him out until only his swollen cockhead inside of you before quickly sheathing him back into your warm, soaked, plush cunt with a smooth roll. The continuous action coaxed more of the lewdest and loudest noises from him, God – “You feel so good,” you moaned out, nails digging into his hair while you pulled and tweaked at his nipple before you pulled him back to kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, just like that – fuck.” A raspy grunt escaped his throat at your words, his teeth biting at your lip as your hearing tuned into the sound of your ass smacking against the skin of his thighs and the distinct noise of your cunt slapping with your juices with every dive of his cock. He was borderline looking like he was about lose his goddamn mind, and that was only fueling your desire to ride him faster and harder enough to point you actually did end up breaking the chair again. It was already beginning to squeak and whine from all your movements, and you knew if you got any more aggressive it would collapse underneath you both mid hip roll.

“Not gonna last long, babe,” he admitted, a clumsy buck of his hips up into yours making him hiss as you curled your hands back into his hair to rear his head back far enough for you to mark up his neck once more.

Dante’s words enflamed you, your cunt clenching and throbbing as a hard curl of pleasure panged down into your clit from his little confession. It had seemed he had thrown all composure out for time being in favor of bowing to your will and doing anything he could to feel that level of euphoria again. You made up your mind, the specter burn behind your naval too much to bear while your need to have him completely burst into you furthered your speed and aggression.

You pulled away from mouthing at his jawline from him, fluttering your fingers around his torso and abdomen drawing into the hairs you could feel all around him as you switched to bouncing on him instead. You were delighted in the way he suddenly reared his head back with a curse, neck stretching harshly as you tried your hardest to push him into cumming before you did that time. You wanted – no, needed to watch it; wanted to see him finally fall apart as he came inside of you.

As hard as you were trying to as well, you could feel your own release on the cusp so you had to speed it up before you lost the little one-sided game you were playing with him. You mapped your hands back up his chest, the sounds of your sweaty skin slapping obscenely loud before you used one hand to pull his chin away to look at you and used the other to pinch at his hard nipple again.

The thought of him cumming inside of you was embarrassingly enough to unravel you, the ball of pleasure inside of you brimming to its near once more and your pussy fluttering each time you sank back onto his cock in a hard bounce. You swallowed before opening your mouth, a breathy moan leaving you before you goaded him on again, “Dante, are you gonna cum?”

Your breathy question and the louder and filthier your mouth got earned you the noisy groan you had been wanting, one his hands sneaking down to take two fingers to your swollen clit and begin rubbing away at it in those mouthwatering circles. It caused you to squeeze around his cock once more and in result his hand faltered from its ministrations as it sent pleasurable spikes up in his spine from how sensitive he was getting fucking you. You knew what he was doing though; he was trying to make you cum again before he did.

Ever the gentleman.

Incapable to help himself he began to snap his hips up in time with yours, panting needily as his cock throbbed when your pussy clenched from the sudden support. He groaned while those calloused palms drifted from the respective areas up to squeeze your breasts once and then slide back finding purchase on your ass and gripping into the flesh there. Desperate to fulfill the burning fire at his base, he began to guide you along, pushing you up and down in time with his thrusts to bring you both closer to completion.

“Oh, God,” you gasped, falling back down atop of him and hiding your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your increasing cries and moans. That coil was twisting inside you, uncomfortably tight and fueled by your own teasing the entire day before you could feel it begin to unravel as you continued on.

In response to your comment he tried to pick up the pace, slamming into your pussy from below while he kept you in place. “Shit –" That was all Dante managed to croak out, too busy choking over his own whines and groans while he felt that hotness growing at the base of his cock. The twitch it gave inside of you was hint enough he was ready to come undone and spend himself inside of you.

You could worry about the repercussions afterwards.

It was so hot – so fucking hot – and everything smelled just of him, your frontal lobe losing all other thoughts but just Dante pleasuring you so fucking good and about to make you cum from all his whining. God you were right there; so fucking close, but you wanted him to cum first.

Your squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back whenever your hips instinctively rocked faster and twisted harder onto him as your brain decided to settle on you just reaching that sweet, sweet bliss. The air around you two was blistering, his cock so hard and so hot inside your trembling you nearly couldn’t hold on any longer. Yet, you had to give him what he wanted –what you wanted as well – before surrendering to that euphoria.

You could barely hold onto him any longer, every part of your bodied slicked with sweat and your limbs beginning to fail you as you tried to hold on for a moment longer. You met his eyes once more and almost toppled over at how hard he was watching you move over top of him and possibly remembering every expression you made to his mind for his own want.

It was too much. You needed it.

“Cum inside of me – Now, Dante.”

You got the satisfaction for a brief second to watch his eyes roll back at the last words before your head lulled back from the harsh release of his orgasm. He groaned louder than he had before, hips jerking upwards in you ruthlessly as he spurted out everything he had into your pussy that so greedily took it and contracted around him with each pulse of his cock to bring more out of him. His cum was almost seemingly never-ending as each sudden stab of his hips in you had another stream of it filling up your cunt in thick, warm bursts. The new heat in you had you moaning once more in debauch contentment as you felt it gush up through you and completely coat your insides with his warmth until you felt like you were literally being stuffed full.

Dante jerked a few more times trying to calm himself down until he groaned again whenever you suddenly came all over his sensitive cock. As always, Dante cumming inside of you alone was enough to make you cum.

The prolonged moan that left you was all but a whining variant of his name and the octave enough to raise hairs on the back of necks. The coil in you unraveled fast, the pressure behind your naval falling away from you as if the wind had been knocked out of you and in consequence your bones and muscle tendons tightening up as you rode through it. His hips were slightly thrusting into you all the while your cunt clenched around him to find purchase for ground as the sounds of your gushed pussy and his ministrations grew until you were writing away from his touch as you began to throb in the aftermath of cumming. It was so much, and yet at the same time, not nearly enough of him.

You shook for a bit as you finally finished, hands placed back on his chest as you heard his heavy breathing come through your conscious first after pulling through the boisterous noise of your heartbeat hammering in your ears. You gave a sigh as you lifted off of him to free yourselves both of any possible overstimulation, wincing when he seemed to pop out of you and biting your lip when you felt your cunt already gap open from the loss of him and the telling of his cum beginning to slide out of you in a slow stream.

With your limbs relaxing and your eyes fluttering with the blinks of clarity, you suddenly fell forward onto his body and to your surprise his arms caught you and curled around your back as you laid there for a long moment. In the massive rush of hormones and emotions you two lied there with time losing meaning to you both if only for few moments, breathing rapidly in an embrace with your eyes glazed unaware of the surroundings for a long while until Dante took a rather long inhale and exhale and then laughed under his breath.

“Remind me to manipulate your deck next time we play again.”

The words made you pause, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up with what he said before you pieced the puzzle together on what he said. No fucking wonder you won way too easily. Leave to Dante to shit himself out of luck that way you’d get riled up enough to nearly break his chair while fucking him.

“You can’t be serious…” you groaned with your cheek squished against his chest, your body jostling as he started into a full-blown laugh.

“Oops, did I say that out loud?”

[pfpanimes]

⌕ devil may cry • dante.

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[aldryrththerainbowheart]

On the same track that Vergil would really learn from human s/o that would make him more accpetable of his human side, I think Dante would work best with demon s/o, like full-blooded demon. Because if you think about it, not many fictional world have demon race that has say in whether it wants to be good or not. In a lot of world if you are a fiend, you are evil no discussion. In DMC demonic being often choose to live amongst humans unbothered, if not neccesarily fighting for good.

And Dante's biggest reason why he avoids intimate relationships is the fear they get hurt because of him, so he needs someone who can take care of themselves. Not to mention that being part demon and being part of that world is what scared most of his previous partners. Demon partner would understand things that human partner just cannot. Most importantly I think loving full fledged demon would reinwoke his belief that even demons can see the light and he can accept the demonic part of himself. Something he struggled his whole life.

[jinwoosungs]

04/11/25; 06:45pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

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@luneariaa ✨

thinking about surprising dante sparda with a new set of lingerie.

being the absolute oaf and himbo that he is, you were certain that your hunter boyfriend didn’t have the slightest clue as to what the significance of today’s date was and how it marked a year of being together.

night had long since fallen, and you were still in the middle of trying on your new lingerie set. as you pull on the thin straps, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. red and ebony silk hugs your body to perfection, leaving little to the imagination as you felt the heat against your cheeks.

this felt ridiculous-

and you had a feeling you couldn’t pull this off at all. looking down at the length of your legs, you heave out another sigh. perhaps what was missing was the matching pair of stiletto heels. settling yourself on the bed, you pick up the shoes and slide your feet inside while fastening the straps, allowing the stilettos to add that final touch to your overall outfit.

but there was just one tiny problem-

you had trouble getting back up on your feet.

clinging to the mattress, you stand back to your full height, yet your ankles kept shaking with each step that you took. with slow and easy steps, you came out of your bedroom with a poise that was reminiscent of a newborn deer. as you cling to the wall for support, you began regretting your life choices when the sounds of the door unlocking makes you freeze on the spot.

“i’m home babe-“

dante greets you with a cocky grin, yet it was immediately wiped off the moment he sees you. bags of what you assumed were chinese food lands on the ground, with dante’s eyes darkening considerably when he slams the door shut. hearing the latch turn on the lock, dante takes quick strides towards you, “who’s got you lookin’ all dolled up and pretty for them, hm?”

you swallow thickly, weakly gesturing toward the bag of ruined food, “dante, the food-“

he ends up trapping you against the wall with his body, slamming his fist right next to your head, “fuck the food, i wanna know who you’re dressed up for. has some bastard been sneaking into this apartment, wanting a taste of you? do i need to kill somebody-“

thanks to the height of your heels, you manage to reach dante with ease, pressing a kiss against his chapped lips in hopes of calming him down, “i wore this for you, you idiot. or did you forget that today was our one year anniversary?”

he visibly relaxes, wrapping an arm around your waist before carrying you back into the bedroom, “aw babygirl, you should have said so from the start. and of course i didn’t forget our anniversary, what d’ya think the chinese food was for?”

you roll your eyes at him, “and you just ruined it by dropping it on the floor…”

“nah angel, i didn’t ruin it. i just found something far more delicious that i’d like to eat.” with your shared bed in view, dante tosses you against the mattress, watching with dilated eyes as your body bounces against the bed.

he takes a moment to admire your form, eyes raking down your body while taking in the pretty ribbons and lace that surrounds you. feeling like you were burning from beneath his gaze, you trail your eyes down toward the center of his legs, already noticing the visible tent in them.

with a sly grin, you sit back in bed, stretching out your leg so that the tip of your heel made contact with his clothed erection. you earn a low hiss from the powerful man above you, “careful darling, ‘cause you’re playing with fire.”

spreading your legs wide open for him, dante ends up kneeling before you, basking in the scent that wafts off of your center. from where his hungry gaze lands, he could see the dark stain on your lingerie and how it made the material appear sheer. the outline of your pretty pussy made his mouth water when he surges forward, planting his lips over the gusset as he began greedily sucking you through your lingerie.

his tongue kept flicking at your swollen clit, making you cry out to him. he kept tracing at your outer lips with the tip of his tongue, making your legs instinctively open wider for him. your hands grip at dante’s silvery locks of hair, unable to believe that a demon could bring you so close to heaven.

“mmm, fuck, you taste s’fucking good f’me.” he places one last kiss against your barely clothed center, practically drunk off the taste of you when he hurriedly takes off his red trench coat, tossing it aside before tearing off the rest of his clothes. the fall to the ground in a messy pile, revealing his perfectly sculpted body and his proud cock standing stiff and tall for you.

your mouth waters as the sight, feeling desperate to taste him. attempting to sit up, you were all too willing to get on your knees for him when he stops you. binding your wrists together with his large hands, he smirks down at you, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. tracing your figure, he lets out a disappointed sigh, “as much as i enjoy seeing you in such pretty ribbons and lace, i’d much rather fuck you naked.”

those words serve as a final warning, with dante ripping apart your flimsy lingerie with one swift motion. you gasp at the sight of it being torn to shreds. “dante! i spent good money on that…!”

“i’ll buy you a new one later.” he emphasizes, tracing the tip of his cock against your center when a wolfish grin paints his handsome expression. “actually, i have a better idea.”

he suddenly flips you so that you were now the one hovering over him, his cock felt hitting at your inner thighs as you mewl in response. he admires the sight of your bare form, tracing down the length of your sides before giving your ass a loud smack!

the impact nearly makes you fall forward, with dante still giving you his cocky grin as he rubs his cock against your backside. shivers began running down your spine when his sinful voice whispers in your ear, “as an anniversary present, why don’t you give this cock a good ride while wearin’ those damn stilettos. just seeing you in nothin’ but those heels is making my cock so damn hard for you, babygirl.”

you were left panting now, planting your hands against his hard wall of muscle as you slide your core back and forth on his cock. the sensation of your arousal felt dripping down on him makes the half-demon toss his head back in response. “yeah baby, that’s it, that’s it, wet my cock with your juices, make it that much easier to slide my cock in.”

his sinful words made you lose control-

tossing aside your inhibitions when you take a hold of his shaft with your hand. you slap his girthy cock against your entrance, teasing him for a brief moment before keeping it still for you. when his tip was felt sliding into your heat, you tossed your head back while proceeding to slam your hips down on him.

when he was fully sheathed within you, you took a moment to bask in how full you felt. his cock kept pulsating within your slick heat, making pinpricks of pleasure course through your veins. squeezing him for good measure, you slowly lay back before swirling your hips up and down his cock, giving dante a bit of a show each time his cock slides in and out of your cunt. a low growl was heard each time your body descended upon him, taking him inch by breathtaking inch as you found yourself unable to stop.

while you moved down on him, dante continued to meet your downwards thrusts with his own upward one, neck straining with each tilt of your hips as he continues fucking himself into you.

“best.” thrust! “goddamn.” thrust! “anniversary.” thrust! “gift.” thrust! “ever!!”

“ngh! dante! dante fuck! this feels so fucking good!” you cried out to him, movements turning sloppier now as you began chasing your high.

your clit manages to catch on to his thick cock, sending new waves of pleasure to course through you. you could feel your abdomen tighten with an incoming release. feeling dante’s cock buried to the hilt inside of you causes the cord to snap, with your climax taking over your body in its entirety.

you go stiff for a brief moment before turning into putty mere seconds later. you could feel your walls clamping down on dante’s cock, with him stilling his hips. he shoots his seed into you, an almost feral desire to paint your womb white with his cum as his eyes flash red. biting down on his bottom lip, he allows his cock to pump you full of his seed, feeling it twitch before pinning you back down against the bed.

a devilish grin paints his expression when he tosses both of your legs up against his shoulder. your eyes were completely clouded over, giving in to your hedonistic needs as dante allows the blood to return to his cock, further hardening it before moving against you once more. “let’s just enjoy our anniversary and hope for more years together to come. hah, get it? to come? like i’m about to make you cum over and over again in the next couple of hours?”

instead of answering him with words, you wrap both of your arms around his neck, bringing his lips down as you swallowed the rest of his cocky words with a searing kiss.

extended epilogue

sometime in the morning, dante eventually manages to pull out of you, salvaging what was left of the chinese food as he manages to microwave some lo mein noodles with beef and broccoli. you share the food in bed together, your naked back pressed against his chest as you passed the carton of food back and forth.

when the boxes were empty, you heard dante clear his throat, indicating that he had something to say to you. you meet his gaze and ran the back of your hand against his defined cheekbone. “what is it?”

he clears his throat again, appearing more sheepish than usual, “ah, there’s actually something i wanted to give you.”

your eyes go wide, “r-really? but i thought you were the type to keep this relationship… i don’t know… more lowkey….? just taking it day by day to see where it takes us?”

dante rolls his eyes, “yeah well, maybe things change, alright?”

you were speechless now, watching as dante kept the sheets wrapped around his waist as he rummaged through his nightstand. he found what he was looking for and turns back to look at you, “close your eyes, okay?”

being the best girlfriend that you were, you dutifully closed your eyes and waited. you felt his warm breath against your skin before a weight was felt around your neck.

“okay, you can open ‘em.”

you open your eyes, noticing something red and glittering settled between your chest. you gasp in response, hands trembling as you placed the ruby red gemstone within the palm of your hand. “dante… it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, i know.” he takes your body and places you back on his lap, “my mom gave that to me when i was young, and she always told me to keep it safe. it’s been my greatest treasure for the longest time-“

“and now, i have another one of my greatest treasures to share it with.”

you meet his gaze, heart filled to the brim with warmth and love for him. he gives you one of his rare, genuine smiles, making him appear younger as his clear blue eyes shone with a clarity that makes your breathing hitch in response.

“so… let’s make this last forever, okay?”

unable to answer him with words, you lean forward, allowing dante to capture your lips in a fervent kiss that seals your promise of forever.

end notes: mannnnn i love dante so much 😭 this is currently unedited, but ill make any necessary changes soon once it’s posted !!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[worms-blood]

Nike

Pairing: Dante/Reader Warnings: None Tags: Flashing, Nipple Piercings, Nipple Play, Dry Humping, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Teasing, Established Relationship Word Count: 4,292 Summary: In an effort to not be one upped by your boyfriend, the two of you decide to get matching nipple piercings. You had forgotten how fast Dante's half demon genetics allowed him to heal, but you quickly decided to use that to your advantage. AO3 Mirror A/N: No excuses for this one I was just being a freak pervert I guess.. :D

It started off as a dare.

Well- a joke really, because when you’d been together for as long as you and Dante had been at this point, dares and jokes kept the relationship fun and fresh. So when you had joked about getting matching nipple piercings, you weren’t all that surprised that Dante took you up on it. And you were even less surprised when on a day you both didn’t have any work to do, you went over to the usual piercing shop you went to, picked out matching jewelry, and got them done.

So that led you to here, as you sat in the booth across from your boyfriend at the pizza joint you both frequented, usually after finishing a job and not so often after a day like today. Having placed your orders, you sat waiting for them to be ready, sipping your soda without a care in the world. You had to keep reminding yourself not to lean too far over and rest your chest on the table below, like you usually did when you were comfortable and could do it easily on a table that was the right height when you sat. It was hard to remember- but the sharp flash of pain you felt whenever you made the error was quick to remind you.

“Ouuch...” you groaned, grasping at your sore breasts as you doubled over in pain.

Dante stopped staring at where the kitchen door was, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his pizza, and turned his attention to you. “What’s up, babe?”

“My boobs hurt,” You whined, “Don’t yours?”

“Nah,” He responded, leaning back against his side of the booth casually and running a hand through his hair. “Already healed. Half-demon, remember?”

“No way!” You challenged with a scoff as you crossed your arms and widened your eyes in disbelief.

Dante shrugged before he reached over to your side of the table and grabbed your soft drink, “Yes way.”

“That’s no fair,” You couldn’t help but to whine again, as you thought of the next 6 months of painful, achingly slow healing that were in store for you that you thought you’d be going through together- as a couple and such.

“How is it not fair? It’s genetics, babe. Got no control over it.” Dante replied, as he took a huge gulp of your soda before sitting up straight in the booth he sat in and passed it back to your side of the table. That freeloader- although you didn’t really mind much. What was yours was his, and all that jazz. “Here, see-” he then grabbed the bottom of his Henley shirt before lifting it up to his neck, revealing the firm chisel of his abs, the glorious thick line of hair trailing down to beneath his leather pants, and the bounce of his rounded, plump pecs, complete with little stainless steel barbell piercings sitting through the perky, pink tips of his nipples. Completely healed, they seemed- he looked no more swollen than usual and any evidence of blood was either dried and cleaned or never existed to begin with.

You stared, jaw-dropped and drooling, at your boyfriend who was still carelessly flashing his tits at you in the corner of the pizza joint. You closed your mouth before opening it once more to comment on your boyfriend’s dripping sex appeal before the wonderful, mouthwatering sight was obscured again by Dante releasing his hold on his shirt and covering himself once more from your viewing eyes.

“Oh! The pizza’s coming!” he exclaimed, the joy in his voice was overwhelmingly evident as he turned to watch the waiter bring the table your food.

You, however, still had the reflective shine of Dante’s new jewelry in your mind’s eye, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to free yourself of the mental image any time soon. Oh well- you could at least wait to have some fun with the man until you got home. And you definitely had some ideas in mind as to what kind of fun you had planned.

…

After you both finished your meals, you and Dante returned back home to the Devil May Cry office. When you got in, you were quick to lock the door behind you both, prompting Dante to send a curious look your way as he arched his eyebrow inquisitively at you. The two of you made your way upstairs into your shared bedroom before going to the bathroom attached to it. You’d brought the saline solution aftercare you purchased from the piercing shop with you, and you both removed your shirts to clean up the newly pierced jewelry. Taking off your sports bra, you winced slightly as just the feeling of gravity made your sore nipples throb. However, the sight of Dante’s pierced nipples were quick to alleviate that pain from your mind. And judging from the way your boyfriend was also ogling your newly pierced breasts, he liked the sight of you too. You caught his eyes and raised your brow at him in question, as you wanted to hear what he thought.

“You look good. Real good,” Dante said, a smile on his face, “I like that we match- it’s cute.”

You nodded happily, a warm feeling of endearment for the man you called your own flooding you. “Yeah, it is cute.” You cleaned off your bloodied stainless steel piercings with the cleaner before dabbing a clean washcloth to them and passing the bottle of cleaner over to your boyfriend. “Very romantic,” you teased, subtly noting the way that most couples would probably not find this nearly as sentimental as the two of you did.

When you were both thoroughly cleaned up, you moved back down to the main level of the Devil May Cry office to relax a little. Since you were both off today, you had the remainder of the day to do whatever you wanted with it and you knew Dante would go along with whatever you chose to spend the rest of your day off. You were practically shaking with excitement at this point, feeling the urge to jump your boyfriend’s bones as desire overflowed within you. Your boyfriend stretched slightly, reaching up until his back popped before releasing his pose with an exhale as he asked, “So what do you wanna do with the rest of the day?”

“Sit down here, honey,” You cooed, making your voice sugary sweet while you pulled Dante by the arm over to the beaten couch on the perimeter of the room. “I got something I wanna try really bad.”

Dante gulped, a thick lump sliding down his throat and making his Adam’s Apple bob as he listened to you speak. Still, he did what you requested and sat on the couch, throwing one leg over the other as he got comfortable on the lumpy cushions. “Why do I get the feeling you mean trouble?” He asked, looking up at where you stood in front of him, and you were momentarily surprised he read your mind.

“Who, me? Trouble?” You chuckled as you hoisted yourself up and onto his lap. “Never,” You purred while your hands came to rest on his shoulders, pressing down as if you were trying to soothe him, if not distract him from the mischief you were most certainly planning.

Chuckling to himself and planting both of his feet to the floor to make his lap a better suited seat for you, Dante spoke again, “Well, you’re definitely getting up to somethin-” that thought was interrupted by the press of your mouth against his, as you kissed him hard like you were trying to kiss the thought out of his mind and away from him. It seemed to have worked, as Dante leaned into the kiss, allowing you to pry his mouth open with your tongue and gain entry into his own mouth. He sighed against your lips, an earnest and dreamy sound, one that you never got tired of hearing no matter how long you’d been together.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, tracing down over his covered clavicle before moving lower. Lingering for a moment over the swell of his pecs, it was almost like your fingers were unable to help themselves as they rubbed over the indentation of jewelry now lanced through his nipples through his shirt. You stalled for a moment as you rubbed, testing the water as you waited to hear Dante’s response to the stimulation. He seemed to enjoy it though as his lips broke from yours as a breathy moan left him and his back arched slightly, pressing the firm muscle of his pecs tighter against your fingers.

However, you decided to play the tease, a role that you found suited you best, and instead of adding more pressure, you withdrew your fingers and continued to trail them south until you reached the large belt buckle at your boyfriend’s waistband. Dante’s hips shifted underneath you as he adjusted himself, and you realized he probably thought you were gearing up to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock out, something you’d do if you were looking for a quickie, like so many other times you’d done so in this same position on this very couch. How wrong he was. Instead, you grabbed the hem of his Henley shirt, and pulled it up, rolling it up until it was tucked under his armpits and his entire torso was on display for your viewing pleasure.

Reacting to the sudden chilly sensation of being exposed, Dante pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with an expression of mild surprise before he regained his composure. For now. “Just what are you doing?” he asked, a mild exasperation in his voice as he anticipated your response.

“Welllll,” You began, your fingers once more mapping out the area of his torso slowly. “Just testing out those half-devil genetics you mentioned earlier.” Your fingers slowed their journey and zeroed in on his nipples, pinching them slightly between your thumbs and index fingers. The pinch pulled a moan out of your boyfriend’s mouth, making his cheeks quickly flush an amorous red. It was a look that suited him, you thought.

“R-right,” he said, in between breathy moans as you pinched once again, a bit harder this time. “Testing what about them exactly?” He was beginning to pant, the flush on his cheeks spreading across his face and down his neck.

You shrugged, “I dunno. Your reaction, I guess.” Your fingers and thumbs squeezed around his nipples again, feeling the barbell piercing threaded internally through them. You thought for a moment before speaking thoughtfully, “I’m testing to see if these,” You poked at the piercings, “increased anything for you, sensitivity wise.”

Dante rolled his eyes in response, but if he had any cause to object, he didn’t say it. Instead he looked at you, like he was waiting for you to continue your teasing and you were all too eager to oblige. Your fingers squeezed his nipples once more, rolling them around slightly and making the man gasp as his mouth fell open and his eyes started to glaze over with lust. You leaned in close to him, like you were going to press your lips to his, something he seemed to want as his own lips closed and pushed together with an enthusiasm that amused you. However, at the last moment, you stalled your movement and your lips meagerly brushed against his, pressing against his bottom lip in a way that satisfied neither of you. You stayed like that for a moment, your face so close to Dante’s that each panting breath he took exhaled against your lips.

You could sense the anticipation was getting to him- his large hands moved to grip your hips and he held you steadfast against his own hips that you were perched upon. As if they had a mind of their own, your fingers continued to roll his hardened nipples between them, making Dante close his eyes from the sensation with a loud, breathy pant. Yet you did not let up nor did you kiss him again just yet- after all, you were having so much fun just watching his reactions. His eyes opened once more, this time with heavy lids from just how deeply he was feeling the effects of your teasing, and his lips parted to speak instead of the moaning like how you were expecting, “Kiss me..” he all but begged, looking at you with such an earnest expression of need.

Once again, you obliged as your lips finally smashed against his own and your teeth clattered against his own as he wasted no time in opening his mouth for your tongue to enter. The kiss grew hot and heavy fast, the two of you both angled your heads to kiss deeper like you were trying to inhale the other. Dante’s hands that held on to each side of your waist squeezed your hips tightly, suddenly reminding you of the strength you knew that the half-demon man under you possessed and it filled you with an odd sensation of power knowing that he was letting you manhandle him like this. Slowly, his hands began moving your hips in a circular motion on top of his lap, and in doing so, you could feel the growing press of his arousal against you. It seemed he was liking all of this more than you had expected.

Following his lead, you began shifting your hips the same way he had been guiding you, making sure that every time you pressed down hard on his building erection, you tweaked his nipples firmly in tandem. The combination seemed to really be doing it for him- the kiss you shared grew sloppy as his tongue lost any rhythm it had as it pressed into your mouth and was now without any sort of finesse. Drool had escaped the kiss and was running down your chin, but you found that you really didn’t mind it. His moaning grew in volume, still muffled slightly against your own mouth but the desperation in each moan and gasp rang true to your ears. Dante’s hips pressed up against your plush behind, his ass literally lifting off of the couch as he tried to thrust against your clothed heat like he was desperate for some sort of stimulation. And you couldn’t deny the effects that your teasing had on yourself either, as you could feel yourself getting wet from just the friction alone. The sensation of your panties growing wet and sticking to the denim of your jeans was not the most pleasant, but you were sure you could rectify that later. The temptation to forgo them entirely was there, however, it wasn’t quite time for that.

Suddenly, you pulled back, breaking the kiss and removing your fingers from where they teased Dante’s stiff nipples. He whined as you did, his body still chasing the pleasurable sensation as he jerked underneath you. But he quickly got over it when he realized what your goal was: taking his Henley shirt off entirely. Once that was off his body and laying discarded on the couch cushions next to you, he began pulling at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and off your body. The sudden rush of air against your warm torso made you shiver and you realized just how hot this was getting you. You raised your arms with assistance, but once he started to go for your sports bra, you stopped him.

“Can’t,” You shook your head, much to his apparent confusion. “I don’t heal like you, and the piercer said I gotta leave them out of any potential sexual stuff until they are healed. So it’s a no go until like, six months from now.”

Dante sighed, clearly not loving the response you had, “No fair,” he pouted, echoing your sentiments from much earlier today. His hands released your sports bra, moving back down to your hips before he pressed his hips up into you once more, letting you again feel how hard and ready for you he was. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

Suddenly, an idea hit you like a brick to the head. “Hmm, well, since I can’t take this off,” Your hand rubbed the front of your sports bra clad chest as you spoke, although you were careful not to irritate your own piercings, “I think we should just keep all of our clothes on.”

Dante sighed once more, still idly grinding his hips against you, ��You’re killing me here, babe.”

You smiled cheeky, “But you didn’t say no!” you responded in your best sing-songy voice.

Smiling at you, Dante removed one of his hands from your hips and pressed it against your cheek, giving you an unspoken okay and also using it to lead your face back down to yours and pressing his lips tightly against your own. However, the kiss didn’t last long as you broke it somewhat quickly to instead arch your back and lower your head down to one of his pecs and wrap your lips around a nipple. You sucked harshly, the taste of the antiseptic saline solution and iron-y taste of the piercing hitting your taste buds as Dante moaned loudly underneath you. Idly, the thought of nickels crossed your mind momentarily before you began scraping your teeth over the bud, alternating with swirling your tongue along it whenever your jaw stung from moving your teeth along his skin. The brush of his chest hair against your nose made it twitch, and you had to fight the urge to sneeze. Dante seemed to enjoy what you were doing, as his hips ground harder against your ass with the increase in pressure. Both of his hands gripped your hips again, and he used them as an anchor to steer you against the rigidness of his cock beneath his pants. You let him set the pace, allowing him to do whatever felt good enough to get him off, since you were too focused on playing with his new piercings.

Your other hand came up to his nipple that was not currently occupied in your mouth, and you began to tweak it with the same pace you applied pressure with your teeth to the other, switching up between biting and sucking on it. The feeling of the barbell piercing in his nipple was unusual, sure, but he seemed to enjoy the way you tugged with your teeth on it. You were mildly impressed, you had to admit, with the complete lack of any blood or pain caused to the silver haired man. It did seem like his piercings had already completely healed, and although you were slightly jealous, you were at least grateful for his genetics enough since it did allow you to have fun like this despite getting pierced mere hours before.

When you were satisfied with your work, you withdrew your mouth from around Dante’s nipple, releasing it with a wet pop sound as a trail of your saliva now dripped from it. Your fingers released his other nipple and you switched, your mouth latching on to the one you had been squeezing and your fingers on the other, finding that the saliva you lavished it with made for an easier squeeze. You rolled the barbell piercing with your tongue, truly enjoying the noises it pulled from your boyfriend as his panting grew heavier. His hips seemed to press against you harder as he ground with an intensity you rarely saw from the male unless he was already inside of you. The bulge of his cock pressed so firmly against you, and you were sure that he was so hard it must’ve hurt.

“Baby,” Dante panted, his voice raspy with exertion from just speaking. The suddenness of his voice brought you out of your lust filled trance as you listened to his pleas. “Let me fuck you, please-” he trailed off into a moan before continuing, “I want to be inside you- fuck-”

You thought for a moment, weighing your options. On one hand, you were dying to have his thick cock inside of you, and every grind of it up against your throbbing core had you wanting it beyond belief, more than you ever felt possible. It wasn’t like all of this teasing wasn’t affecting you too, after all. But on the other hand, you were having fun working him up like this. And who knows, maybe the pay off would be even better if you drove him a little crazy first and then got your reward in the form of Dante losing control of himself and fucking your brains out. You pulled your mouth off his nipple, moving your hand to cover the meat of his tit as you began squeezing both of his nipples in unison. You straightened your back and looked at your boyfriend, relishing the sight of the flush that covered his entire face and chest, the way he basically panted for you like an animal in heat, and you quickly came to your decision.

“Dante,” You called his name, making his pleasure-ridden eyes focus on you, the lust undeniably thick and hazy in those blue eyes. “I think you can come just like this, don’t you?” You shifted your hips, dragging your ass over his cock once more while your fingers pinched his nipples in emphasis.

Instead of responding with words, Dante just whined- a high pitched sound that almost made you feel pity for him. You slowed the force of your hips to a near stop, waiting for his response, before he nodded slowly and almost bashfully as the blush on his torso deepened. Deciding to help him out, you moved your weight and planted one leg on the floor outside of where you sat on his lap, giving you the ability to apply more pressure as you grinded down on him harder. You then began shifting your hips in a tight, fast circle, pressing as much weight down as you could onto his thick erection. It seemed to work- his hips continued stuttering against yours as he sought out any and all kinds of friction. He kept humping up into you, almost so harshly that it would have bruised you if not for the layers of fabric between you both. You were basically riding him at this point, clothes still included. Meanwhile, your fingers continued to abuse his tits, tugging and rolling his nipples until you were sure it would’ve hurt anyone who was fully human. However, it just seemed to spur him on further as his moans got louder in volume, matching the desperation in his clothed thrusts.

You could feel your own wetness seeping past the gusset of your panties and begin to dampen the denim crotch of your jeans, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to bother to do anything about it. Plus, the denseness of the seam of the crotch of your jeans against the thick leather pants your boyfriend wore was definitely pressing against your clit in a way that had a certain feeling of heat brewing deep under your pelvis. But again, you were too busy focusing on Dante than to chase your own pleasure. You wanted him to come first, for once, since he always made sure you got yours first.

It seemed like he was going to soon too, a loud groan escaping his mouth as his hips seemed to move impassibly fast against your ass. Panting, Dante spoke once more, “Babe,” his voice full of need as he begged for you, “I’m so close-” each time he spoke he cut himself off with a moan, like he was unable to hold them back no matter how much he gritted his teeth, “I need you to-fuck- need you to kiss me-”

Seeing no reason not to comply with how prettily he begged for you, you leaned in again and pressed your lips tightly to his in an open mouth kiss. Your tongues pressed together briefly, before Dante groaned louder than before and his entire body shuddered harshly. He came, you realized quickly as your tongue continued to probe into his mouth and your fingers continued playing with his nipples throughout his orgasm. His clothed hips stuttered up into you with each wave of orgasm until they eventually slowed to a still, his body still jerking underneath you slightly before that too stopped. His hands released their iron grip on your hips and fell to his sides on the couch, and you took that as a sign that this scene was over. You were sure that if it wasn’t for the jeans buffering his grip, he would’ve left your hips with some pretty crazy hand shaped bruises. Releasing his tits, you broke the kiss and moved to sit up straight, feeling a strange, hot slimy-like sensation radiating from under the fly of his pants where you sat. You watched your boyfriend, who was leaning back on the couch, panting with his eyes shut tight as he tried to come down from his orgasmic high. His face and chest were still slightly pink from the exertion. He looked beautiful, like he always did in tender moments like these.

Slowly, Dante’s eyes opened and he looked at you as his breath began evening out. He licked his lips, a hungry look still in his eyes. “Your turn,” He spoke, his voice low with desire while his finger skimmed under the lining of the bottom of your sports bra. “And you can keep the bra on, I don’t care.”

It seemed you had weighed your earlier options correctly- and now it was your turn to collect your reward.