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Summary: You go with Nero to a Wanderer Convention (the LaDS equivalent of Comic-Con) and shenanigans ensue after you win a cosplay contest...
Content: MDNI Porn with plot, hanging out with Nero, tension between you two, a bunch of cliche situations, Carter cameo because yes, experienced dom!fem!Reader, virgin extremely sub!Nero, coworkers to lovers, handjob, fingering, blowjob, p in v sex with protection (cowgirl to cuddling), overstimulation (crying), pussy eating, pegging, aftercare.
Word count: ~15k (this got out of my hands so fast) (+ extra at the end)
A/N: I wrote this for me and the other 3 freaks in the fandom who like Nero. I had so many ideas and scenes in mind but it honestly felt like too much for ONE fic so... Don't be surprised if I write more stuff for Nero in the future. I'm far from done. Mwah <3
There was a stillness in the air, uncomfortable for anyone who could feel it. In this case, most of the Hunters in the room could, except for the one who had caused it.
Nero had barged into the floor where you all worked, waving two pieces of paper high in the air, yelling, âI got free tickets for the WandererCon, and they let me bring a +1, so who wants to come!?â
It had been so out of character for him, to be so loud and cheerful, that you all had turned from your desks to stare at him. The question now was, who wanted to go with him? He was the only one that liked Wanderers to that extent.
And so, a silence fell across the room. His expression started to falter, realizing how embarrassing it was to yell such a thing to his coworkers, and the lifted hand with the tickets began to plummet.
âMe! I wanna go!â You jumped, feeling nothing but pity for the poor guy.
He brightened up again, âReally?â
You walked up to him, giving Tara a look, and nodded. âYeah, when is it?â
Back to his usual introversion, but motivated by your display of interest, he presented the ticket to you. âThis weekend⊠It lasts the whole two days, b-but! We can go at whatever day and time is best for youâŠâ
You took the ticket. It was a bright blue piece of laminated paper with a drawing of a chibi Wanderer waving glow sticks, the words âCome wander through WandererCon! Weekend pass for 1. Only valid if presented with its twin ticket.â were written in glittery white. He was holding an identical one.
There was a choice to make. Clearly, Nero wanted to spend the whole weekend at this event, which would mean sacrificing all of yours for his happiness. Would it really be that bad? It was a once-a-year event, and the guy didnât really have friends outside of forums to go to this with.
âIâm completely free this weekend, so letâs make the most of it!â You smiled.
Blush creeped up his face, mouth opening and closing a couple of times, fighting the urge to assure you that - No, itâs really okay if you donât want to spend the whole weekend there - because damn it, he did actually want to do that, and since you were offering so nicelyâŠ
âOkay!â He finally exclaimed, clutching his ticket tight.
âWe can discuss the details later, we have to go back to work or Jenna will think weâre slacking.â
âR-right, yeah, of courseâŠâ He stumbled over to his desk, glancing at you once over his shoulder before disappearing behind his wall of monitors.
On your way back to yours, Tara rolled his chair closer, whispering, âThat was nice of you. You know, I doubt he would have complained if you had only offered an hour of your time.â
âItâs fine. I really didnât have plans for this weekend, anyways.â
âHave fun. And good luck with Nero⊠Heâs probably going to be very excitable.â
You chuckled. âThanks. Iâll buy you something.â
Hours later, it was time to head back home.
You turned off your computer and walked over to Neroâs. He was typing up a storm and didnât notice you approaching. An extensive document analyzing the material and composition of Wandererâs body-formed blades, and whether or not they can be considered an exoskeleton. You recalled Jenna asking for such a report earlier, but you didnât expect a whole dissertation about it. Squinting, you could see that there were⊠143 pages of text, all written today.
âDamn, fast fingersâŠâ You muttered, before realizing you had said it out loud.
The typing stopped abruptly. âWhat?â He swiveled in his chair, face pale in shock, not quite meeting your eyes.
âNothing! I just, um, came here to say âIâll text you later to discuss what weâll do tomorrowâ, so, yeah, message delivered. Iâll leave now.â You waved goodbye, smiling awkwardly.
âOkay.â He nodded, waving back. He was still recovering from your words, though he couldnât tell if he had heard correctly.
You arrived home and sighed. Were you truly ready for the activities of the next two days? Only time could tell.
After having dinner, now relaxing in your living room, you opened the messaging app. You couldnât remember the exact moment you two had exchanged phone numbers, but this would be the first time you had texted each other, and the revelation made you strangely self-conscious about what your introductory message should be. Shaking your head, you went for something simple.
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Your patience be damned, you were determined to help Nero have a good time at the convention no matter what. Setting the phone down, you walked to your closet and rummaged around for the Lumiere costume, which was pleasantly clean and ready to be worn.
Goal in mind, you went to bed, ready for whatever the weekend would bring.
The alarm went off, signaling the start of your (most probably) eventful day. You rolled out of bed, had breakfast, took a shower, and commenced the Lumierification.Â
In theory, it was simple, but it took you a minute to manage to fully zip up the dress since you couldnât reach, and the thigh highs refused to stay on your thighs until you used fashion tape, not to mention the mask kept tilting to one side.
Eventually, everything was perfectly in place, hair and make up as well. Just in time, too, since the clock now read 10:30. You grabbed your bag and made your way out.
Parked outside was an unremarkable small gray car, but that was the last thing in your thoughts. Leaning on it with his arms crossed, stood a perfect recreation of a Luminivore, so much so that your first instinct was to reach for your gun - even if you werenât carrying it.
Whatever cool and composed attitude Nero had went right out of the window once he saw you approach, uncrossing and crossing his arms again only to uncross them and scratch the back of his neck, which he couldnât, because of the costume, so he let them drop and shifted on his feet.
âYou- You said-,â he coughed, sound muffled through the headpiece, âI thought you were going to wear-â
You looked down at yourself. Ooooh, right. He was probably expecting a male version of the costume.
âMy bad, sorry for the confusion,â you waved a hand in the air, chuckling, âI guess Iâm a female version of Lumiere. Is that okay?â
âOkay?â he said a little louder than intended, âYes, of course- Of course itâs okay.â
You stepped closer to look at his costume. âThis looks amazing, by the way.â
He froze.
âDonât tell me you drove here wearing that helmet, though, because⊠That seems dangerous.â
He quickly shook his head. âN-no, I didnât, I just wanted to show you the whole thing put togetherâŠâ
âAh, good,â you lifted your hand to touch one of the glowing ridges on his arm, âYou did a great job. Looks just like the real thing.â
âThanks,â he squeaked out.
You clapped your hands together and smiled. âWell, letâs go! We have a great day ahead of us!â
The noise made him straighten up. He nodded and reached up to take off the headpiece. Under it, he looked like always, glasses lopsided and hair a bit ruffled from wearing the Wandererâs head, but nothing different. You also took note of the red hue on his cheeks, but you attributed it to the same cause as the others. He smiled and gestured for you to get in the car.
The drive was mostly silent, except for the music coming from the radio. Nero had asked you if you wanted to put on your own playlist because âhis music taste was badâ, but you shook your head, so he settled for the radio. Otherwise, neither of you talked.
You decided to look up what the eventâs activities were. He had probably planned it out already, but you were still curious.
A lecture on Wanderers by a Xander scientist, a card tournament - you didnât know they sold cards, a Meet and Greet with some renowned Hunters, a cosplay contest, a Twinkle Toys plushie reveal, a DIY Protocore candy station⊠The list went on. It seemed like people took this more seriously than you thought. There were also many merch stands all over the enclosure.
One of the activities stood out to you, though.
âAre you going to enter the cosplay contest?â
He gripped the steering wheel, âN-no. Why are you asking..?â
âYou should! You have a shot at winning with yours.â
âMmm⊠I donât know. Iâd have to go up a stage, with so many people lookingâŠâ
âItâs up to you. In my opinion, you could win, but I might be biased because weâre friends,â you giggled.
He chuckled, brow a bit furrowed.
An hour later, you arrived at the place where the convention would be held. It turned out that there was a parking lot reserved for those attending, so you didnât have to go in circles looking for an empty spot.
You got out of the car and stretched, looking around. Quite a few people - some in costume, some not - were already gathering at the entrance.
Nero put the headpiece back on and walked a few steps towards the crowd, before stopping and turning to make sure you were following. He tilted his head in a âcoming?â gesture.
Sliding your tote bag up your shoulder, you skipped along.
A queue rapidly formed, with a coordination you didnât expect from a group of sleep deprived nerds. Some of them looked at you - more like ogled at you. Great.
âQuantumSocialite?â A random guy approached Nero, calling him by his username. His friends gasped and whispered among themselves.
â...Yes?â
âDude, itâs me, LuxLuxLucis.â
âThe Lightchasers mod? Oh, wow!â
âYou really wore the costume! It looks insane. Youâre a legend. The material looks so accurate, how did you do it?â
âThank you. I analyzed many Luminivore pictures and samples of their chitinous exterior, then compared what materials would be best to use without risking the quality whileâŠâ
Aaand just like that, you stopped paying attention. Instead, you noticed how this guyâs friends kept whispering stuff and giggling while looking at Nero. They were giving you major bad vibes. Pretending to be still listening to the incomprehensible yapping, you shuffled closer and eavesdropped on what they were saying.
â...paid her to come along with him.â
âFor sure, heâs chronically online and he made that costume, thereâs no way a female is hanging out with him willingly.â
âWow, you guys know a lot about Wanderers,â you said pointedly, joining Neroâs conversation, âIâm actually learning a lot. Iâm really happy I was the one that got to be your +1 and not our coworkers,â you gave him a warm smile.
The whispering ceased, now replaced by confused looks. He was completely still, his thoughts a mystery since his face was hidden.
âIf you want to learn about Wanderers, youâre in good hands,â said the guy he was talking to, âHeâs the most knowledgeable in that area.â
âI know! He really is. Iâm really lucky we came together.â
Nero looked down at his clawed gloves, fidgeting with them. The two trash talkers were staring in anger, which you interpreted as jealousy since they were most likely projecting. Suck it.
Just then, an announcement rang out, stating the opening of the gates and the inauguration of the convention. Everyone got their tickets ready and began entering the place.
People were getting a bit pushy and the crowd got thick around you, so you hooked your arm around Neroâs to avoid getting lost or trampled, feeling safer next to his bulky costume. He jerked his head towards you, then realized why you were standing that close to him, and folded his arm to let you hold onto him better. An imperceptible tremble ran across his body.
You both walked to the gates and presented your tickets.
âAlright, letâs see⊠Couplesâ weekend passes⊠Everything looks in order! Have fun,â the staff member smiled.
â...couplesâ?â You asked when he was out of earshot.
âW-wait, n-no, I- I didnât, I mean-,â he gestured wildly with his hands, âThey w-were given to me, you remem-ber, how I said, I said I got them for f-free? But I didnât want to uhh⊠Um, to make it weird! At the office! S-so I skipped the fact that they were for, uh, couplesâŠâ
You chuckled, âNero, itâs okay, I was asking out of pure curiosity. I have nothing against them being for couples.â
âO-oh. Okay. Right. HaâŠâ He visibly relaxed at your reassurance.
âSo, what do you want to do first?â
âI was thinking we could walk around and see all the stands. Should be enough time until the first scheduled eventâŠâ
âSure! Letâs go.â
It was a big space with rows of stalls selling merch, but also âofficialâ booths, including a Hunterâs equipment showcase, one for the show Super Hunters - with exclusive art never seen before, another with Lumiere memorabilia straight from Linkonâs History museum, Wanderersâ life-sized replicasâŠ
Obviously, you visited all of these with Nero. Even took a picture of him next to the Luminivore replica per his request. It was cute seeing him struggle to find a good pose.
âThe lecture is going to start soon⊠Iâm going to head over there, but if youâre not interested, you donât have to go.â
âThe Xander lecture? No, Iâm going with you,â you said with determination. You didnât tell him that it was because you thought they were shady as hell and this was a good opportunity to get further information about them, but itâs not like he needed to know.
With Neroâs planning, you managed to get a good seat at the lecture hall before it filled up. He took off the headpiece to be able to see better and to avoid bothering the people behind him, placing it on his lap. Both your bags rested between your feet.
A staff member appeared, microphone in hand. âHello everyone, and welcome to Xander Sciencesâ lecture on the nature of Wanderers. Without further delay, let me introduce the man who will be speaking today, Dr. Carter!â
Everyone clapped as the man himself walked onstage. You were immediately on high alert, eyes trained on him.
âThank you, thank you. Itâs a pleasure to be here,â he took the microphone.
The next hour was spent picking at every word he said, trying to find any kind of incriminating loose threads, but it was clear the lecture was well rehearsed and none of what he said was useful to you, even if the way he talked about Wanderers put you on edge.
At the end, you grabbed Neroâs arm and pulled him along, âI want to talk to Dr. Carter for a moment.â
âOkay,â he followed, cheeks pink.
The rest of the attendants walked to the exit, which gave you a clear path towards the stageâs stairs.
âDr. Carter!â You called out, waving your hand up.
He stopped for a moment, surprised to see you there. He smiled, âAh, Miss Hunter, itâs a pleasure to see you again. I didnât know Iâd have such esteemed listeners in the audience today,â he extended his hand to shake yours. You didnât.
âItâs an honor to meet you in person, Dr. Carter, that was a very insightful lecture,â said Nero.
âThe honor is mine. You seem to be a Wanderer enthusiast,â he looked at his costume.
âHeâs my coworker,â you cut in, putting a little more emphasis on âmyâ than you intended, âdonât bother trying to recruit him for anything.â
âAs cold as ever I see, Miss Hunter. It was a simple observation, I didnât even say anything.â
âWhy did you decide to give a lecture here, Dr. Carter?â You ignored his remarks.
âWhy not? Iâve done a lot of research on Wanderers, and I thought itâd be best to share my knowledge with those seeking it.â
You were sure there was something more to this than that, but you doubted he would outright admit it. It could even be something much simpler, shameless Xander Sciences publicity to make people interested in being under their care, whatever that entailed. You hoped people wouldnât fall for it.
He continued, âSince youâre here, you wouldnât by chance be interested in a quick chat between us, would you?â He took half a step closer.
You felt a weight around your shoulders, pulling you back. Nero, who had been silently watching, spoke with a frown.
âShe clearly wants nothing to do with you. What do you think youâre doing?â
You looked at him, eyebrows raised. He had a very determined look on his face, one you had only seen when someone insulted Lumiere in his vicinity, and to be honest, he was kind of intimidating. Kind of.
The tension could be cut with a knife. They glared at each other for what felt like an eternity. If it was your turn to say anything, they were out of luck, because you had no idea what to say. Finally, Carter stepped back and slid his hands in his pockets.
âHave fun in the convention, Miss Hunter. And your Wanderer pet too,â he smirked.
He walked away, leaving you both huffing at his arrogance. No, actually, as you looked at Nero, you discovered you were the only one huffing. He was tomato red.
âYou had more things planned for today, right?â You snapped him out of it.
âA-ah, yes,â he pushed his glasses up, âletâs go have lunch.â
There were food trucks stationed outside of the convention center. The walk helped Nero calm down, though he couldnât seem to look you in the eye. He wished he could put the headpiece back on, but it was a pointless action since you were about to eat and heâd have to take it off again.
After some deciding, you settled for skewers of deep fried chicken that were easy to eat standing up. You chose the honey sauce, he chose the sweet and sour sauce. For something so simple, it was delicious - the queue you had to wait was definitely worth it.
âDo you want to try mine?â You held up a skewer to him.
His eyes darted between it and your face, blinking.
âI mean, we got different flavors, soâŠâ You shrugged.
At that, he shook his head like he was getting rid of his thoughts, then nodded.
âOkay. Iâll trade you- Mhmph!?â
You didnât give him a chance to finish his sentence - âone of my skewers for one of yoursâ - not that you had heard the beginning of it in the first place. All you heard was him agreeing to try yours.Â
You shoved the skewer into his mouth.
It took him a moment to understand what just had happened, but when it dawned on him, he turned red again. You were confused as to why he was staring at you instead of biting.
â...â
â...â
He bit down and gently pushed your hand away.
âHow is it? Good, right?â
âY-yesâŠâ
âCan I try yours now?â
He lifted a skewer to give it to you in hand, but you-
âAaahâŠâ You opened your mouth expectantly.
The chances of him surviving this weekend decreased with every minute he spent by your side. Alas, he moved the skewer closer to your mouth with a trembling hand. You met him halfway and bit down on it, causing him to flinch.
You tore off a piece of the fried chicken, relishing in the taste with a âmmmmâ as you chewed. By this point, he was fully looking away, covering his mouth with his gloved hand; it was so difficult to keep a clear mind.
âYours is really good too!â
He hummed in response.
After finishing the food, a few people in cosplay walked past, followed by more, and more groups. The contest must have been about to start.
âYouâre really not going to participate?â You asked.
Nero shook his head. He had put the helmet back on, to feel less âexposedâ more than anything.
âIs there any way I could convince you? What if we went together? You wouldnât be alone,â you pulled out your phone, âI read thereâs exclusive merch as reward for the winners that wonât be obtainable otherwise, and, look, thereâs even a surprise prize for the couplesâ category.â
You swore you heard him inhale sharply.
âWe already have the couplesâ tickets, donât we? Whatâs the harm?â
You knew you were pushing him a bit too much, but you were sure that deep down he wanted to join the contest, all he needed was some bribing convincing, and limited merch was sure to do the trick.
ââŠDo you really want to join?â
âYeah! Itâll be fun. Unless you think my costume isnât that good. I donât want to bring our score down.â
âNo, no, no! Your costume is perfect! You look perfect. It would be great if we went together, actuallyâŠâ
It was crazy to you that he got flustered over the smallest things but was able to say that to you with no trouble. Maybe he didnât notice what he just said.
âGreat! Letâs go register, then!â
Following the cosplayers, you walked back inside towards the hall where the contest would be held. They all looked fantastic, from many other Lumieres, to Wanderers of all kinds (a girl dressed as Heartbreaker was so cute), to characters from the Super Hunters show. All could be winners. But you looked to your left to the nervous mess that was walking alongside you, and you were certain that he would score the highest.
Names written, you were given the number 34 to go onstage. While you waited for your turn, you made sure everything about your costumes was in place. You even managed to convince him to practice some poses.
âIâm not sure about thisâŠâ He fidgeted with one of the protruding crystals on his elbow.
âWeâre already inscribed, you canât chicken out now.â
âI⊠Thereâs so many people hereâŠâ
âNero,â you swatted his hand away so he wouldnât ruin his own costume, âforget about them. Donât look at them. Just look at me. Weâre going to crush this, okay?â
He nodded faintly.
âWhen we go up there, keep your eyes on me if you want. Pretend the judges donât exist.â
âO-okay.â
And so he did. When you two went onstage, his eyes didnât stray from you. Not as you unsheathed your sword and struck a pose, not as you pretended to fight him, not as you gave a final smile and bow to the judges, not as you grabbed his arm and dragged him off the stage. The thing was, hadnât you told him to keep his eyes on you, he still would have. He had been marveling at you from the corner of his eye whenever he had worn the helmet.
âYou did great, Nero!â You clapped, giddy. âWeâre gonna win for sure!â
He fidgeted under your praise, âThank you.â
The rest of the contestants had their turn, which made you increasingly nervous; you wanted to know the results as soon as possible. You had gone through the trouble of convincing Nero, it would be a shame if you didnât get at least a minor prize.
âAnd now, on the couplesâ categoryâŠâ The voice of the presenter echoed backstage, âIn third place, couple 52!â Applause. The respective couple walked out. âIn second place, couple 19!â More applause. They walked out, too. âBefore we announce first place, a few honorable mentionsâŠâ Oh, come on.Â
âItâs okay if we donât win,â Nero said with a soft voice.
You took his hand, âWe are going to win.â
You had only taken his hand to calm down your own nerves, excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins, but it also helped him relax slightly, as long as he didnât think too hard about the fact that he was holding your hand.
âIn first placeâŠâ You both tensed up. âCouple 34!â
He squeezed your hand in reflex. Time stopped for a second. It wasnât until a staff member pushed you both towards the stage that your face broke into a big smile, jumping and shaking Nero.
You were received with applause, like the previous couples. They made you walk to the center of the stage, standing between the other two pairs of winners, who were also clapping. The judges spoke.
âCongratulations to all of the winners, and thank you to everyone who participated. If you may all please take off the parts covering your faces so we can see our champions properlyâŠâ
The couples beside you took off theirs, you took off the Lumiere mask, and Nero took off the helmet. Applause followed. He smiled shyly, looking around at the crowd. Confetti rained down. Lost in the excitement of the moment, you moved closer to give Nero a kiss on the cheek. Just as he was turning to you.
Now, itâs not like you kissed him. But your lips did land on the corner of his mouth.Â
You blinked at each other.
âH-HUH?â He reeled back, covering his flushed face.
No time to explain yourself, as the staff members brought the prizes and shoved them into your hands. A large basket filled with all kinds of merch was given to all three pairs of participants.
âAnd for the couple who placed first, a special bonus! WandererCon has collaborated with a nearby hotel for a unique experience, offering you both a one-night stay!â
The staff gave you some documents detailing everything.
âThat concludes this yearsâ contestâŠâ The judge continued, but you werenât listening anymore.
Because if what the documents said was true, you were about to spend the night with Nero in a room with one bed. Judging by the look on his face, he had just read that part, too.
âWe have to tell them, that thereâs been a⊠Um. A mistake,â he told you later, sitting on a bench, helmet back on to hide his expression.
âWhat if we tell them that weâre not a couple and they take away our prizes? They would question why we entered the couplesâ category if weâre not one,â you reasoned.
The thought of losing the merch made him pause.
âItâll be fine. I read that the room has a couch. One of us can sleep on it. And! Did you read the part about the Wanderer-themed food theyâll be serving us for dinner and breakfast? That sounds amazing.â
âYeah⊠It doesâŠâÂ
In the end, he relented. Thatâs how you found yourself taking the keys to the room in the hotelâs reception, where you were informed of all the amenities and services provided.
A few of the guests gave you weird looks, but the receptionist asked to take a picture with you both.
âYou must be the winners of the contest!â She had said with excitement. âWell, lovebirds, enjoy the room,â she added at the end of her explanation, winking.
The ride in the elevator was awkward after that moment. Floor 1⊠Floor 2⊠Floor 3⊠All the way to floor 6.
Luckily, the luxuriousness of the room took over all of your thoughts as you stepped in. It made you wonder what WandererCon could gain by partnering with this hotel for such a sum of money spent on this suite.
âThe description on the document did not do this place justice,â you commented.
âYeah⊠That sofa is bigger than my bed back at homeâŠâ He took off the helmet to see the place better.
The floor-to-ceiling windows gave you a view of the hotelâs garden below. A massive TV hung from the wall, coffee table and sofa in front of it. There was even a kitchenette in a corner, minifridge filled to the brim with free stuff that you couldnât help but want to try right away just because it was free.
To the left, the entrance to the bedroom. If the sofa was already big enough to sleep, the canopy bed mustâve been king size. On it, a pair of folded pajamas and a change of underwear had been left, as well as a gift basket filled withâŠ
âIâm going to put that away,â you said promptly, not giving Nero the chance to process its contents.
You opened the wardrobe and shoved it in the lowest space available.
âWoah⊠Look at this,â he beckoned from the bathroom door.
Peeking from his shoulder, the only word that you could really use to describe what you were seeing was lavish. Marble floors and walls, a massive shower, a massive sink under a massive mirror, and of course, to top it off, a massive jacuzzi. The reason for their sizes being that they were meant to be used by two people at once.
Room fully explored, you sat down on the sofa to discuss what to do next.
âTheyâll bring us dinner as soon as we ask for it. I donât know about you, but I want to take a shower and change first,â you said, taking off some of the costumeâs accessories.
âUh, yeah, no, I agree. You can use the bathroom first, Iâll go after you.â
âOkay. Thanks.â
You took the provided clothes and stepped into the bathroom, feeling tiny. It was easy to take off most of what you were wearing, except the same item that gave you trouble when you first got Lumierefied: The dress. You tried to reach the zipper at the top of your back from different angles, but you couldnât get enough leverage to pull it down.
âDamn it.â
Nero was on his phone when you walked back to the sofa, presumably on one of his forums.
âHey.â
He almost dropped his phone, startled. âYeah?â He turned to you.
âI canât unzip my dress. Would you mind helping me?â
Instantly red. And phone dropped.
You turned around to show him the zipper. âIf you pull it a bit I think I can reach the rest of the way.â
He had taken off his clawed gloves already to be able to use his phone, so he had no excuse to procrastinate. As he moved to stand behind you, you could feel his shaky breaths on your nape, and you could swear you heard his heart hammering in his chest.
Ziiip.
It was faster than you had expected. Then again, you guessed he wanted to be done with it as soon as possible.
âT-there.â
âThank you!â
Back in the bathroom, you took off the dress and turned on the shower. If you had been on your own, you would have tried the jacuzzi, but you didnât want to take up too much time.
The water was nice and hot, not to mention the shampoo and gel given by the hotel smelled really good. Like coconut.
You finished showering and wrapped a towel around your body, drying your hair a bit too. There were a few steps in your post-shower routine that you usually went through, but you remembered that Nero was quite resolute about cleanliness and would want to use the shower as soon as possible, so in the name of efficiency, you took your clothes and lotions out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
âIâm done! You can go now,â you called out.
âOkay!â
He came trotting through the door, only to freeze and cover his eyes with his hands upon seeing your towel-clad form.
âY-you said you were d-doneâŠâ His voice got quieter and quieter.
âI am! I know you like being clean, and you already did me a favor by letting me go first, so you can shower while I finish changing here!â
âItâs okay⊠Really, I, I can waitâŠâ
âNonsense. Come on.â
You grabbed his set of clothes and pushed them into his hands, forcing him to look at you, the way you wet hair clung to your skin, your flushed cheeks due to the heat of the water, the dangerously low point the towel was resting on your chest- He swallowed.
Completely ignoring his wandering eyes, moreso because it amused you, you grabbed his arm and forced him into the bathroom.
âSee? Was that so difficult?â
You closed the door before he could answer, but he had little to say.
Time to finish your self-care routine. You grabbed the body moisturizer and started applying it to your arms and legs, the texture soft. Would they tell you the brand if you asked in the hotelâs reception?
While you pondered this, there was a crash.
âNeroâŠ? You okay?â
âU-uh, yeah! I- I fell trying to get this offâŠâ
âHaving trouble with your costume, too? Yours looks harder to put on and take off than mine.â
âI didnât really have trouble putting it on, but nowâŠâ
âOkay, let me help,â you knocked.
The door opened a crack, then closed as soon as he saw you.
âYou- Ah, mm⊠Change first.âÂ
âI canât put on the pajamas yet, I have to let the lotion dry. Just come out.â
One second of silence. Two seconds of silence. The door opened again.
Making a gesture with your hands for him to move closer, you instructed him to lean down so you could pull off the upper part of the costume. He was glad he didnât have to look at you and could look at the floor instead.
It was difficult to find the right amount of force to use, since you didnât want to ruin it, but you had to get it unstuck.
So you pulled, and pulled, and pulled, each time with a bit more strength- Too late. The piece came off, but now there was no time to brake. You stumbled back, making Nero stumble forward, the costume part flying off backwards over your head and landing on the other side of the room⊠Just as you landed on the floor and Nero on top of you.
âOwâŠâ You reached to rub your head. At least there was a carpet.
âI- Uh- Um- I-â
You blinked your eyes open to see why Nero was speechless now. Ah. The towel.
It wasnât completely off, but a straight line of skin was exposed from your right shoulder to your right thigh. That included half of your chest.
The rest was covered, but itâs not like it mattered right now.
He couldnât function. His eyes were glued to your body, and his face was poppy red. Even his glasses were fogging up.
âOh, please,â you rolled your eyes, âNero, itâs a body part. Youâve never seen a body?â
He didnât answer, still overwhelmed.
Well, since this had happened, you might as well have fun.
âLook.â
You grabbed his hand that was planted next to your head and pressed it to your breast, lifting an eyebrow.
âSee? Just a body part.â
He squeaked and reeled back, pulling his hand free and crawling away from you. You sat up with a mischievous smile.
âBe honest,â you started, crawling towards him, âyou like all this, donât you? When Iâm close to you, when I pay attention to you, when I touch youâŠâ
He whimpered in response. The towel had fully fallen off by now.
âYou act all shy, but we both know⊠Youâve been wanting this from the beginning.â
You reached him, caging him beneath you as he lay flat on the ground to stay as far away from you as possible. He was wearing a white T-shirt under the upper part of the costume, but he had yet to remove the bottom half, and you were certain that there was no space for him to wear pants of any kind under it, so he must be in boxers.
âI wonât do anything else unless I have your permission. If you want me to continue, you have to say it.â
Droplets from your wet hair fell on his face. Somehow, he managed to keep eye contact.
âYouâŠâ His chest fell and rose. âK-kiss me again, like before? P-pleaseâŠâ
Right, the accidental kiss. Had he been thinking about it this whole time? It was a quite innocent request compared to the situation you had put him in, but surprisingly direct coming from Nero.
His eyes darted to your lips several times, but he didnât dare move.
âYou want me to kiss you,â you repeated, then smirked, âis that all?â
He made a sound of protest and frustration. His fingers clutched the carpet in an attempt to hold himself back from doing anything embarrassing. He shook his head.
âNo? What else? Use your words, pretty boy.â
His hand flew to his mouth. Did you really just call him that? You chuckled.
âFine, weâll take it slow.â
You pulled his hand away and pinned his arms to the floor. Slowly, so slowly, you leaned down until your lips brushed against his. Nothing more than a feather touch had him already gasping.
âLetâs seeâŠâ You whispered, âthis is what I did before.â
Repeating what had happened in the contest, you kissed the corner of his lips. This time, however, letting the contact last longer, and making sure that a âmmmâ sound reverberated into the kiss.
When you pulled away, Nero was practically panting. His body squirmed under you, but you were certain it wasnât because he wanted to escape your cruel intentions.
âThere. Thatâs what you asked for.â
âW-wait!â Afraid that you were going to leave him like that, he found his voice again, âI want⊠Uhm- If you could, ahâŠâ
âAll you have to do is ask for it.â
He closed his eyes tight, as if saying these next words took all of his strength, âDo whatever you want with me.â
Your eyes widened. Oh, wow. He was actually a freak. Always the shy ones⊠You huffed a laugh, brushing the tip of your nose across his cheek to prompt him to open his eyes.
âWhatever, huh. Letâs be sensible. Just in case, letâs agree on a safe word,â you looked at him with genuine consideration.
He nodded, growing increasingly nervous at the thought of what you were about to do to him.
âHow about⊠âProtocoreâ?â
âO-okay,â he knew this wasnât a silly matter, so he was trying his best to be verbal about it.
âAlright, test it out. When should you say it?â
âUm⊠When I, if I feel uncomfortable⊠I should say p-protocore.â
âGood boy.â
Those two words made bumps appear all over his arms. You smiled with amusement.
That matter settled, your eyes made a very deliberate path to his lips. Since you were holding his wrists, your finger rested right over the pulse point there, showing you just how fast his heart had started beating at your gaze.
He tilted his head up to get himself the smallest bit closer to you, practically begging for a kiss. An actual proper kiss.
Your lips pressed against his, finally. You noticed they were slightly chapped, the texture rough in contrast to your softness, but that only made you want to run your tongue over them. So you did.
He instantly opened his mouth in response. You plunged your tongue into his mouth, which earned you a muffled whimper. He swiped his tongue against yours with caution, growing more comfortable as you kept going. It became messy very fast due to his inexperience, the deeper you kissed him, the more he started drooling.
Despite that, he was a very desperate kisser. Like he didnât believe this was happening, nor it would ever happen again in the future, so he might as well go all out in the present.
You pulled back and licked your lips, looking down at his state. His glasses, apart from foggy, were now crooked, and a line of drool ran down his chin. You licked it up.
âIâm curious,â you announced with an air of mystery.
He tilted his head, silently asking âabout?â. Not answering, you moved to sit next to him, setting his arms free. He mentally debated if he should touch your naked body with his newfound freedom, but he didnât have time to reach a conclusion as your hand slid to his pants - still part of the costume - and pulled them off, along with his underwear.
He froze in flustered silence, completely exposed to you. Part of him wanted to cover himself up, it was too embarrassing to let you see his fully erect leaking dick, he felt too self-conscious about it, but the other part of him was curious to know your opinion. Maybe if you insulted him now, it would be easier for him to accept that he had fumbled you once he got back home.
But, you didnât say anything.
No, as you stared at the 8-inch cock in front of you, you really didnât have anything to say. Always the shy ones indeed.
With almost wonder in your eyes, you wrapped a hand around it. Nero twitched.
âW-wait, mh-â
He pushed himself up on his elbows, reaching to grab your wrist with half-lidded eyes. You didnât move your hand, but returned your gaze to his expression.
âWait? For what?â
âI just, well, you were kissing me and- Iâm not saying I didnât like it, t-the opposite, but well Iâm nervous now, so⊠Uh, not yet because, because I-â
Cutting him off, you started pumping up and down, precum helping you slide along his length. He bit down hard on his lip to prevent a moan.
âW-wait! I! Ah-â
He let go of your hand in order to keep himself lifted on his elbows.
âStop, s-stop, Iâm too sensitive-â
You didnât let up. If anything, you sped up, brushing your thumb across the tip.
âI donât see how thatâs a problem,â you said with a smirk.
âB-because, mh, fffhâŠâ His words became higher pitched and whiney, âI donât-â
His worst nightmare was realized right then. Having any sort of sexual interaction with a beautiful girl and cumming in less than thirty seconds. How pathetic of him, he thought.
The cum spilled over your hand and shot all across his T-shirt, his abdomen and legs shaking. His elbows gave out and he fell on his back.
âIâm s-orry- Iâm sorry, Iâm so- sorry-â Was the only thing he said through the orgasm, covering his eyes.
You stood up and left to go to the bathroom, and it solidified the fact for him: You thought he was disgusting and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.
Nothing further from the truth, as you returned with a damp towel after cleaning your hand to help him clean up. You moved his hands away from his face and repositioned his glasses.
âIâm sorry,â he repeated.
âWhat for?â You asked now that he had calmed down somewhat, handing him the towel.
âMm⊠I, I came too fastâŠâ
âBut I wanted you to cum.â
âW-well, yeah, but, you know, thatâs uhhâŠâ
He didnât look you in the eye as he cleaned himself and took his stained shirt off.
âItâs what?â
âKinda⊠PatheticâŠ?â
He stood up and realized you were both completely bare in front of the other, and he still hadnât touched you. The passing contact of his palm on your breast burned his skin.
âMaybe, but I found it hot.â
The blush returned to his face. He looked down and started fidgeting with his hands. You remembered he was about to shower before all of this happened, so you slid your hand in his and led him to the bathroom.
âUm, what are you-â
âIâve been wanting to try the jacuzzi.â
âOh.â
Water started filling the tub. In the meantime, you turned to Nero and stepped closer. He wanted to put his hands on you so badly, but he was too embarrassed to try.Â
Honestly, you just wanted to eat him up.
âRelax. Weâre just going to take a bath, and then weâll have dinner.â
âYeah⊠Okay.â
You reached up and gently took off his glasses. Before setting them aside, you tried them on, curious, only to find he had a very high prescription. Even though you were blurry, the way you widened your eyes wasnât missed and it made him giggle. As you looked at him, he coughed to cover up his laugh and looked away.
âIâd give you um, a compliment, about how they look on you but, you know uh⊠I canât really see. Although I k-know for a fact that you look good in them because, because you⊠You look g-good in anythingâŠâ
You took them off and put them near the sink, then kissed his cheek.
âThank you.â
Your bodies brushed when you got closer, and he instinctively lifted his hands with fear as if to say âI didnât touch you on purpose! Iâm not a pervert!â.
You shook your head and facepalmed. He panicked again at your gesture.
âNero, I just gave you a handjob,â you sighed, âYou know what? Itâs okay. Forget that happened, maybe I went too fast. Letâs start from the beginning.â
You turned off the faucet, water having reached an acceptable level, and gestured for him to get in first. Like a small animal in distress, he followed your command and sank into the water, cowering because you seemed angry - you werenât.
Before he could protest, you entered and sat on his lap, facing him, straddling his thighs. His hands gripped the edges of the tub.
âYou said-!â
âAnd I meant it! Calm down, I just want you to get more comfortable with me. My body. Not every skin to skin contact has to be about sex.â
He relaxed the tiniest bit.
âNow, put your hands on my waist. And you have to understand, I want you to touch me. Iâm not going to judge you for doing that. I was the one who put your hand on my chest!â
He nodded along with your explanation, sliding his hands down the white marble and bringing them to your sides. It still felt forced.
âTell me something. Do you want to touch me?â
âYes! Y-yesâŠâ He sank his mouth underwater, blowing a few bubbles.
âThen do it. I give you full permission to move your hands wherever you want. Would you rather I⊠Donât look?â You tilted your head. âIs that it? You feel judged if Iâm looking at you?â
âA bitâŠâ
âOkay.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned forward, resting your head against your bicep. Your chest pressed against his. He got hard again.
A few moments passed, but seeing you werenât moving nor saying anything, he began to slide his hands up. You could feel his warm face pressed to your cheek.
He stopped right when he felt your breasts, gathering the courage to continue. As gently as he could, he cupped each breast in his hands until his palms were flush with your skin.
âC-can I⊠squeeze or will that hurt you?â
âAs long as you donât do it very hard, itâs fine.â
Worried about how hard was âvery hardâ, he squeezed with barely any force, then ran his thumbs across your nipples. That made you exhale.
He froze.
âThat feels good,â you reassured him.
âOh, okay,â he was taking mental notes of every piece of information.
He continued his exploration, moving his hands down this time, to your thighs. The sound of water and his echoey breathing were the only noise in the bathroom, since you hadnât turned on the jacuzzi function yet.
He squeezed them, too, sliding his way up, but staying on the outer part.
âYouâre- Very um, soft.â
âI think itâs the lotion I just used, but thanks,â you kissed his cheek, âyour hands feel nice.â
âA-are you going to, uh, kiss me every time I compliment you?â
âYeah, why not.â
âWell, I think youâre very pretty, b-but! Obviously thatâs not the only thing about you, I mean, youâre a great Hunter and youâre very intelligent, every time you come back from a mission and I read your reports itâs always amazing to see how efficient you are, and youâre so much fun to spend time with, I-Iâm very happy you came with me- Ah! I didnât tell you before but you wear the costume so well, and youâre so talented-â
You cut him off with a kiss, which he instantly melted into. His arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close. This time he was a bit more sure of what he was doing, tilting his head and returning the motions of your lips. You pulled back but he furrowed his brow with a whine and dipped his head to kiss you again, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek.
Far from complaining, you kissed him back. The hand still on your back slid down to your rear. He broke the kiss with urgency.
âY-you⊠made me feel good so I want to m-make you feel good too⊠Um⊠Show me howâŠ?â
âYeah, of course,â you smiled, glad that he was warming up to intimacy.
He took his hand off your cheek and presented it to you. Grabbing his wrist, you plunged it into the water and brought it between your legs.
âFeel around first, donât be shy.â
The pads of his fingers traced down your pubes, over your clit and into your folds, finding your entrance.
âDo I justâŠâ
âHold on, you overlooked something.â
âI- I did?â
You moved his hand back slightly.
âThatâs my clitoris. I thought youâd like to know.â
He blushed furiously, âO-oh. Yeah, mhmâŠâ
His finger circled it a couple of times, getting used to its feel. Your breath hitched. Encouraged, he kept rubbing it.
âSo is it better to do this⊠Rather than, you know, f-fingering youâŠ?â
âBoth are different, but Iâm going to show you the best way. Put your ring and middle fingers together and put them in.â
âA-at the same time?â
âYeah, slowly.â
He followed your instructions, ever careful. Once they were fully in, you spoke up.
âOkay⊠Now curl-â
The action was immediate, a gasp falling from your lips as you gripped his shoulders.
âDid I hurt you!?â He was about to pull his hand back but you kept it in place, shaking your head.
âQuite the opposite. Youâre doing great. Now, press your palm upâŠâ
Your hips bucked into his touch as he did.
âY-yeah, like that, now you just move your fingers and rub with your palm.â
He started slow, pumping his fingers in and out while curled, making sure to keep the friction against your clit. You suspected he had skilled hands ever since you had seen him typing away on his computer, but his coordination was surpassing your expectations.
You grew breathless, your hips rocking in tandem with his touch. The water sloshed around you.
âAnd⊠You canâŠâ You grabbed his free hand and placed it on your breast with a squeeze. âMmm, like thatâŠâ
He was just as worked up as you, if not more. Unprompted - to your delight, he dipped his head and started kissing your neck. Very sweet and innocent kisses compared to what his hands were doing.
âC-can I, hm, b-bite you?â
âYes,â you breathed, the pronunciation of the word more lewd than you intended.
You felt his dick twitch on your thigh. His teeth clamped down on your neck, tongue licking the skin with intent. You moved your hand down to jerk him off again, but he stopped you, a frustrating loss on your chest.
âNo. T-this is for you⊠Just concentrate on feeling good, okay?â
âOkay,â you dug your fingers into his hair instead.
âAm I doing well?â His hand returned to fondling your breast.
âYouâre doing great⊠Mh- Maybe you can go faster now.â
No more words were needed. He picked up the pace, hitting your g-spot just right each time, grinding his palm against your clit with more determination.
The moans couldnât be held back anymore. He planted open-mouthed kisses to the spot where he had bitten, noting how you clenched around his fingers. How would that feel on his dick?
Pleasure started pooling, your movements becoming more erratic, reaching for that high. He noticed and pushed his fingers harder against your spongy walls.
âNero- Mh⊠Keep going like that, yes, just like that- Iâm gonna cum- Fuck, donât stop-â
Your hands clutched his hair, head falling back, and-
With a gasp, followed by a moan, the orgasm wrecked through you. He kept moving his hand until your head fell on his chest, just to make sure you had fully finished.Â
He pulled his fingers out and hugged you in silence as your breathing returned to normal.
Once your senses came back, you lifted your head to give him a sweet kiss. He smiled, shy.
âYou⊠Liked it?â
âYes. I didnât expect you to be so good at it,â you chuckled.
Pride overtook his expression.
âYou sure you donât want me toâŠâ You looked down at his erection.
He shook his head, âA-after dinner⊠If you want, I- We-â
You laughed again, âAfter dinner, absolutely. Let me help you wash your hair, at least. Itâs all tousled nowâŠâ
Since you had already taken a shower earlier, you focused on helping him, which he really appreciated. All the contact and intimacy that he had never had made this day easily one of the best of his life.
You washed his hair and massaged his scalp, sneaking a few kisses when he closed his eyes. He washed the rest of his body himself, blushing as you absentmindedly traced your fingers across his skin while you waited.
Before leaving the bath, you remembered the reason why you wanted to use it in the first place: The jacuzzi function. You pressed the button and relaxed for a few minutes under the bubbling water.
It wasnât healthy to stay too long, though, so you said goodbye to the jacuzzi with a mock salute.Â
Nero passed you a towel and wrapped one around himself. Luckily relaxing in the water had made him go soft again, relieved that he didnât have to feel embarrassed about having a tent.
You dried off then put on the pajamas and underwear, all very comfy and soft, and he put his glasses back on.
âIâll call them to bring our dinner while you dry your hair,â he offered.
âOkay!â
The hair dryer was also really good quality. You were definitely going to participate in more contests in the future, regardless of whether a hotel stay was in the prizes or not.
You brushed your dry hair and walked out of the bathroom. Just then, a knock at the door.
Nero opened it and a staff member entered, pushing a serving cart filled with covered plates. They left it next to the coffee table.
âWe have organized it so the entrĂ©es are on the upper tray, and dessert is on the bottom tray. The idea is that you go down each tray of food. Thereâs also a triptych on the top describing each meal. Do you have any questions?â
âNope.â You looked at Nero. He shook his head.
âThen Iâll get going. Enjoy your food!â They smiled.
âThank you!â You both said in unison.
The door closed. You took the first tray and put it on the table, then sat on the sofa.
âWant to do the honors?â You said to him.
âYeah. We can do one each,â he sat next to you and lifted the silver cover.
The food was amazing. Both in presentation - they nailed the âWanderersâ theme - and in taste. As you ate the meals, however, you noticed that Nero had grown weirdly quiet, and not in the usual shy way.
âIs everything alright?â You put your fork down.
âHm? Why?â
âI donât know, you seem upset or like, lost in thought.â
He put his fork down too.
âD-do you like me?â
â...What? What do you mean?â
âI mean⊠A-are you interested in me or⊠D-do you just want, uhm, a one night standâŠ?â
âOh! No, no, Iâm interested in you, Nero. I like you. Youâre so cute and sweet. I would⊠It would be nice if we started dating.â
âWait- Really?â He looked up at you with bright eyes, pushing up his glasses in a nervous gesture.
âIf you also want to, yes.â
âYes! Yes, I want to. I want you to be my g-girlfriend.â
You hugged him, covering his face in little kisses that knocked his glasses off. He laughed nervously, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair.
âS-stop, thatâs too muchâŠâ He complained, but you knew he wasnât actually annoyed.
âI canât help it, youâre sitting here looking so kissable⊠Hehehe.â
You grabbed his glasses and put them back on his face.
âThe food will get cold. You can continue your attacks after we eat,â he said, letting go of you.
âOh, I intend to.â
That sent a shiver up his spine, but he refrained from saying anything in case you would change your mind and forget about the food entirely. After all, he wanted to enjoy this cute moment of eating dinner with his girlfriend.
Meals finished, cart taken away, you stood up with your arms crossed.
âWell?â
â...well what?â He looked around nervously.
âAre you going to stand up and join me in the bed or are you going to keep editing those pictures you took of the food?â
âA-ahâŠâ He dropped his phone for the second time today.
You picked up the phone and left it on the table, away from him, to then pull him up by his arms.
âThat wasnât a response.â
âIâll join you,â he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
You walked to the bedroom, hand in hand, but you stopped in front of the closet as you remembered the basket.
This time Nero got a good look at it.
âWe-! Weâre not gonna-! We-! Use all of that!?â He pointed at all of the items with a bewildered look.
âCalm down, weâre not. Geez, how freaky does the hotel management think we are?â You said with sarcasm, knowing exactly how much of a freak you were.
Nero seemed in particular distress about the strap on, which you lifted with curiosity but promptly put down. No, you were just looking for the condoms. For now.
âI feel like you should know, well I, Iâm not exactly, um, what I mean is, Iâm⊠A virgin.â
How sweet of him to mention it, as if it wasnât obvious. You held back your snarky comeback, since this was serious for him and you werenât that evil.
âRight. Thatâs okay. You remember the safe word?â
âYes.â
âThen weâre good!â
You took one of the condoms and guided him to the bed, sitting down.
âI also donât⊠I have no idea how to⊠Put one of those on.â
âIâll help you, donât worry,â you were concerned about the lack of sexual education he had received, but that was a different matter entirely.
He looked unsure of what to do next. Kiss you? Start undressing? Jump out of the window from embarrassment?
Those doubts dissipated as you started kissing his neck, his eyes closing in bliss.
âYou left a mark on my neck,â you whispered between kisses, âitâs only fair I return the favor.â
He tilted his head up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, realizing he might be hurting you and letting go, ultimately grabbing again once you bit down. The noise he let out was borderline pornographic.
You sucked and licked the skin, only stopping to admire how it looked before moving on to a different spot and repeating the process.Â
By the time you were done, his neck was covered in hickeys, he was panting, and he was visibly hard. Your hands had stayed on his shoulders the entire time on purpose, but now, as you looked at him look at you, they wandered down to unbutton his shirt.
He tried to avoid your gaze by looking at them, but you were quick to tilt his chin back up.
âUnbutton mine.â
He complied, fumbling with the buttons and taking twice the time you did out of pure nervousness. He was about to lose his virginity with you of all people. Fuck, he was about to lose his virginity period.
You took off the pajamas and discarded them on the floor. Despite having seen you naked not that long ago, it took him a moment to calm down again.
Gently pushing him back, you took off his pants and knelt between his legs.
âIâm gonna show you how to put on a condom but first I wanna do somethingâŠâ
âHm?â
You lowered your head towards his erection and he immediately palmed your forehead to stop you.
âW-wait!â
He retracted his hand, but kept it between you and his dick.
âWhat?â You raised an eyebrow.
âIf- If you do that, I am certain, I am⊠I will c-cum right awayâŠâ
âI still donât see the issue.â
âBut- You- I- Well- We-â He started gesticulating incoherently.
You took the opportunity of his hands being busy to lower your head the rest of the way and lick up his shaft.
âAh!â He threw his head back, then shot you a glare.
The eye contact in that moment was when you decided to put your whole mouth around it, sucking it completely. It was the right choice, as you got a perfect view of his flustered expression.
His hands gripped the sheets, unintelligible sounds falling from his lips.
âMh! NghhâŠâ
You sucked from bottom to tip, dragging your tongue along the veins, making sure to cover all of it with your saliva. Your dominant hand followed just after your lips, while the other fondled his balls.Â
âYou have such a pretty dick, you know,â you kissed the frenulum.
It twitched in your hand, precum already dripping, and Nero grabbed a pillow to cover his face and muffle his moans.
âNo, no, no, câmon,â you pulled it away, âdonât you wanna see the cum all over my face when you finish?â
âWhy do you-, why are you-, Iâm just, I feel like-â
You sucked it fully again, swirling your tongue around it. His stomach trembled in tandem with his heaving breaths.
âAhgh! Mmmff⊠P-please- AhhâŠâ
He was holding back. He was trying so hard not to cum, to impress you, to prove to himself that he could last, that he wouldnât be a mess when he was finally inside you, but sucking up the length while rolling your eyes back and humming was all it took.
Thick ropes of white painted the inside of your mouth, his hips stuttering. Another apologetic string of sentences rang out of him, only a lot more garbled, his head on the mattress and his back arched towards you.
You licked and swallowed all the cum. When you finally pulled back and looked at his state, he refused to make eye contact, but his eyes were fixed on the top of the canopy with suspicious concentration.
You looked up and, ah, of course, a mirror. Your eyes met his and he instantly looked away, moving to lie on his side and bury his face against the mattress.
âNero, are you embarrassed or are you upset? I canât tell.â
âMm mmm,â he answered, words muffled.
You lied down next to him and caressed his cheek. He slowly came out of hiding.
âI didnât understand that. Can you repeat it?â
âThe first,â he repeated with a huff.
âSo, embarrassed. But, did you like it?â
âAre you joking!?â He exclaimed, âI- I mean⊠YesâŠâ
âGreat, because Iâm far from done with you,â you lifted the condom to his flushed face, âwanna be on top?â
He shook his head so hard that his glasses almost fell off.
âListen,â he tried to explain as you got on top of him once more, âIâm still sensitive, a-and I might cum just as fast anyways, so Iâm really sorry in advance for how much of a mess Iâm going to be, I promise Iâm doing my best, if you donât want to do this anymore thatâs fine by me, we can do whatever you want- Aah-,â he shuddered as you slipped the condom on his still hard dick, â...that was easier than I expected- A-as I was saying! If you donât like this, I could e-eat you out instead- MMMGH!â
You sank onto him in a swift move, the full length now buried to the hilt inside your warm cunt. It made you gasp, too. It felt better than any sex toys or past flings you had had.
âWith how fast you talk, I donât doubt that it would be nice, but you made me so wet with all your moaning that I couldnât wait to fuck you properly.â
He mumbled a response, hands grabbing your thighs to keep you still for a moment; it was too much for him to process, and he knew that if you started moving he would-
You rocked your hips, propping yourself with your hands on his chest, and his nails dug into your skin with a broken whimper.
âWait!â
Ignoring him, you did it again. God, he felt good.
âAgh-!â He arched his body, scratching your thighs, which he looked really apologetic about but he couldnât help himself.
âHow mean, you have all this and you want to keep it all to yourselfâŠâ You teased.
âN-no, itâs not that, I swear, u-use me, I-â
At those words, you raised your hips and dropped them sharply, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. His eyes rolled back, words dying in his throat.
âYou didnât let me, let me f-finish s-speakingâŠ!â He protested.
âSince you wanna talk so much, how about I give you something to do with your mouth?â
You reached up and pushed your fingers inside his mouth, delivering another pointed rock of your hips. Helpless, he began sucking on them.Â
Matter settled, you started to actually move on top of him at a constant rhythm, new red lines appearing on your thighs with each movement. He was so overstimulated that tears started to pool and fall down his cheeks.
The best thing about riding him was that you could deliver a perfect hit to your g-spot every time, although with how thick he was, he mightâve done that anyways if he was on top.Â
You clenched around him and he saw stars, whimpering and moaning between your fingers. Hit after hit, warmth started to spread across your body, growing more and more breathless as the pleasure built, never enough - you needed to step it up.
So you took your hand out of his mouth to keep balance as you fucked yourself on his dick, faster and harder, his pussy-drunk expression only serving to drag you further, moans now spilling from your lips as well.
Nero slowly but surely recovered from the overstimulation, the mattress below him wet with tears. He chased his own pleasure now too, hips jerking up to meet you.
âIâm gonna cum,â you said, having trouble holding yourself up.
âDonât st-oh-op, p-please, p-please, mmhâŠâ
âI- I canât keep, fuck, ah-â
The rope stretched tighter and tighter until it snapped, electricity jolting up your spine. Your body shook and fell on top of Neroâs, spasming with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
âNo! Mh! P-please!â He cried, feeling so close himself but edged since you had stopped, âI need- you- I need to-â
He turned, both of you lying on your sides, his hands keeping your thighs around his waist, and-
With desperate thrusts, he tried to reach the climax he hadnât. He buried his face in your chest, glasses pressing against your skin as he kissed and sucked anywhere his mouth could reach.Â
You grabbed his hair, shaky gasps each time his tongue teased your nipples or his cock reached deep. It was a lot, his pace relentless, but you wanted him to finish, so you let him continue.
âS-sorry, I need to- I want to cum so bad- P-please, Iâm almost there- Nghh-!â
The sweet torture didnât last long - not that you expected it to in the first place, his hips stuttering as he delivered a couple more deep hits. You looked down to see his face as he came. He went cross-eyed. Wow, you wished you had taken a picture.
He stayed with his arms around you for a bit, breathing heavily. You caressed the top of his head.
âCome up, give me a kiss,â you said softly.
He complied, moving his posture to face you. A gentle kiss, just lips, after which you both smiled.
âI really liked that,â you reassured him before he could apologize for anything.
âMe t-too. ButâŠâ
You covered his mouth with your hand.
âAre you about to put yourself down in any way?â
He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. You moved your hand away.
âI just wanted to say⊠Well, I think itâs a bit unfair that I, uh, I came one more time than you did, soâŠâ
âThe score doesnât always have to be âsettledâ,â you chuckled.
âI! I know that! But still, I want to⊠Y-you said yourself that⊠About me t-talking a lotâŠâ
âYou wanna eat me out that badly, huh.â
He flushed. Somehow he remained easily embarrassed.
âIâm curious to know how you taste.â
Maybe not that embarrassed.
âOpen your mouth and stick out your tongue,â you nodded at him.
Confused, he followed your command. You spit. He closed his mouth, shocked. He acted offended, but you saw his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed it.
âThatâs how I taste,â you laughed.
âNot- Thatâs not-! You know what I meant!â He huffed, the grip around you getting a little tighter.
âHahaha, okay, okay, just teasing you. By all means, go right ahead. I would never say no to being eaten out.â
With your permission, he released you and pulled out, his dick now soft. He got up to throw away the condom while you positioned yourself on the bed, legs spread for him, pillows stacked under your upper back and head.
He crawled back on the bed and lied down on his stomach, face between your thighs, eyes darting wildly at the display before him. Seeing it was different from feeling it.
âWill you guide me like you did before?â
âYeah, of course. Get a feel for it first, though.â
He nodded and swallowed.
âI didnât expect you⊠To be⊠So wetâŠâ His fingers traced your inner lips.
âI told you before.â
âSure, but- I thought it was an exaggerationâŠâ He licked his finger. No discernible reaction, until he realized you had watched him do that, then he turned redder.
âWhatâs the verdict? Do I taste good?â You smirked.
âA-ah, well- I didnât really- I have to try more.â
âSmooth.â
This time he stuck out his tongue, flat, and licked up from your entrance to your clit. You trembled involuntarily.
âLike that?â He repeated the action.
âY-yes, but, itâs not just that, you arenât a dog-,â you gave him a look, but discarded the thought. Pet play might be too advanced for his first day. âYou have suck, too. You can kiss if you want. Donât bite, unless itâs on the thighs. And donât focus on one specific spot, but every now and then you should definitely hone in on the clitoris,â you paused, âIs that confusing? Did I explain it more or less okay?â
âIâll try to follow what you just said, but correct me if I do anything wrong.â
His arms wrapped around each of your thighs.
âOh, and,â he kissed your clit, âthatâs the clitoris, right?â
âYes,â you smiled proudly at how far heâd come.
That smile faded fast as he dove right in and started sucking and licking like a starved man, running his tongue up and down, your expression morphing as your brow furrowed in pleasure.
His head moved up and down, lips pressing against every part of your cunt, tongue parting your folds. Just like you had told him, he made sure to stop at your clit, suck it and swirl his tongue around it before dragging it away and poking at your entrance, drinking all he could taste.
You bucked your hips towards him, gripping his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. Your thighs pressed against his cheeks.
âY-you can⊠Hahh⊠If you- Your nose-â
He understood what you meant, rubbing his nose to your clit as he sucked lower. His glasses fogged up at the heat. He took them off and threw them away to get a better angle.
They landed on the carpet, undamaged, but neither of you really cared.
His eyes moved up to you every now and then, though blurry, he tried his best to gauge your reaction, along with the little trembles of your legs. It was getting easier to understand what he had to do.
Still, he had some improvements to do. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, lips red and moist, a web of saliva connecting his mouth to your cunt. He licked his lips.
âDonât stop,â you breathed.
âSorry, sorry,â he quickly muttered before diving back in.
This time his movements were faster, his tongue flicking in all the right spots. One of his hands moved up to squeeze your breast, fondling it, small sounds of pleasure vibrating from his mouth to your core.
You grinded your hips back and forth, hissing. Nero was doing something similar against the mattress, his dick probably hard again.Â
He sucked your clit sharply, and you threw your head back with a moan.Â
âFuck⊠YesâŠâ
He did it again.
âMmnn! Nero, Iâm so fucking close- Donât slow down- ah!â
Far from it, he kept up the pace with heavy breaths, the hot air hitting your skin. Your fingers tightened their grip on both his hair and the sheets. Which, if it werenât for the fact that he was neatly licking everything up, would have been stained with your wetness long ago.
âYeah yeah yeah-â Your vision began to cloud as that familiar numbing sensation spread, almost, almost, right there.
Uncontrollable shivers ran along your body, your expression locked in a continuous gasp as you looked up, at the mirror, seeing - more than feeling - Nero kissing your inner thighs and up your stomach.
You slowly came down from the high. By the time he buried his face in your neck, you had regained control of your body and could wrap your arms around him.
âI have my verdict now,â he said with a cocky edge, âyou taste good.â
You chuckled and patted his hair, ruffled from your grabbing and pulling.
âThat means youâll eat me often, then?â
He lost his cockiness, âI-If you want me to.â
You held him for a bit while an idea cooked in your mind. Would he be opposed? He didnât seem very thrilled when he saw the strap onâŠ
âHey, are you up for one more thing? I know you were all about âsettling the scoreâ or whatever, but I want to do something⊠Itâll be the last, I promise. We can go to bed after.â
âUhm⊠Anything and everything you want to do is fine by meâŠâ
âRiiightâŠâ You gently pulled away from his embrace and got up.
As he saw you walk towards the basket, he felt a slight nervousness well up, but he calmed himself by believing you were just going to grab another condom. On the way there, you tossed him his glasses.
His vision now clear, he saw how wrong he was.
You lifted the strap and his face went white.
âYou canât be seriousâŠâ
âI am. You see, you were such a good boy eating me out and you did so well, that I think you deserve a prostate orgasm,â you said with a smile.
âI donât- I donât think I can, Iâm able to⊠IâŠâ
âIf you donât want to, thatâs fine. We wonât! But if youâre just saying ânoâ because itâs a new, weird experience, Iâm asking you to be open minded.â
âHave... Have you done this beforeâŠ?â
âWhat, peg a guy? Yes,â you shrugged.
He shook off the feelings of jealousy to instead focus on the fact that you knew what you were doing.
You picked up the lube - also in the basket - and walked up to the bed to sit next to him.
âLook at it. Your dick is a lot bigger and I can take it no problem.â
He turned red, âWell! Thatâs! I mean!â
To be fair, there were actually more sizes available, this one being the smallest, but you had buried them under the condoms and lube bottles so he wouldnât see. A small mercy from you.
âAre you up for it or not?â
âUhhh⊠Maybe I can, just like, try it for a second,â he avoids your gaze, fidgeting with his hands.
âSure! Of course. If itâs uncomfortable, we stop.â
You pat the bed, âGet on all fours.â
âWhat!? Right away!?â He lowered his head.
â...I mean, what did you expect to happen first?â
âI donât know! Can I get a kiss first.â
You giggled and leaned to kiss him. His hands cupped your face, and you felt him smile into the kiss.
âBetter?â
âI guess.â
âAlright, Iâm going to lube you up. Iâll use my fingers, so donât get scared.â
âYouâre gonna⊠Ah⊠MhmâŠâ
He positioned himself on all fours as you indicated, slightly relieved that at least he didnât have to face you.
You squeezed some lube out on your fingers and took a gander at what you were working with. Okay, he was definitely tense.
âBreathe, Nero. My gosh.â
âRight, right, mhm.â
He wasnât going to calm down much more, it was obvious, so instead of dragging it out, you simply decided to circle your finger around his hole and slowly push it in. No more than an inch deep.
The foreign sensation made his breath hitch.
âAm I hurting you?â
âN-no.â
âDo you want me to stop?â
âNoâŠâ
You pushed your index a bit further, coating his inner walls with the lube. You stopped once you figured you were deep enough.
âThis is what I was talking about,â you warned him, before pressing down right on his prostate.
You saw his hands clutching the sheets as he gasped, then looked back over his shoulder.
âThatâsâŠâ
âFeels good, right?â
âYeahâŠâ
You retracted your finger and picked up the strap on to lube it up as well, coating its black silicone with your hands. Nero watched the whole process with his mouth dry.
âItâs about to feel a lot better than âgoodâ, trust me.â
He nodded noncommittally, but deep down he was very curious after having felt just your finger.
You fastened the strap to your waist and thighs, making sure everything was properly tightened, and turned your attention back to him.
âYou can still say no.â
âNo, I, Iâm okay.â
âAlright.â
You aligned the tip of the dildo with his hole, kneeling behind him. He looked away, heavily in disbelief that somehow this was happening - and worst of all - he was eager for it to happen.
The tip slid in easily thanks to the lube, a soft muffled sound coming from Nero, who now had one of his hands covering his mouth. You pushed a bit deeper, tentatively. Your hands found perch on each side of his waist, the touch causing goosebumps along his skin.
âYouâre doing so well,â you praised.
Another inch. It was almost fully in. His posture was so rigid that he might as well have been a statue.
The final bit disappeared inside him, and you took a moment to let him adjust.
âHow is it? How are you?â
He moved his hand away from his mouth, propping it against the mattress again.
âItâs a lot⊠But⊠It doesnât feel bad, just weird.â
âThatâs good. Can I move?â
âYeahâŠâ
With his permission, you slid it halfway out, and back in. Slowly.
âH-ah-â
One more time.
âMmg-â
Faster.
âOh-â
From tip to base.
âAh!â
Seeing he could take it, you set the pace. In and out, every single hit dragging a new noise out of him.
Your hands on his waist, you began pulling him against you at the same time, lewd noises each time your hips met his ass. His knuckles turned white.
âLook at you, being so good,â you said in a singsongy voice, âarch that back for me.â
He did, whimpering at the way the strap felt in that posture.
âGood boy. Are you enjoying being fucked like this, Nero?â
âY-ye-sssssghâŠâ
He was so far gone, and having done so little, too. It was going to be a delight when you used a bigger strap in the future.
Your thrusts turned harder, opting for impact instead of speed. Broken moans and whimpers fell from his lips. His arms trembled.
âYou look so cute like this,â you leaned forward, wrapping a hand around his neck to make him face you.
He turned to you with half-lidded eyes and a permanent flush. You could practically see the heart-shaped pupils in his eyes, dazed and drunk. He felt like he was about to die from pleasure.
You felt him back up on you since you had stopped moving. You raised an eyebrow.
âWhatâs this, getting greedy?â You smirked.
âPleaseeeâŠâ He whined, voice cracking.
âThat good, huh,â you let go of his neck, âand you were so reluctant before.â
Both hands back on his waist, you rammed yourself inside him. He moaned loudly, but the sound got cut by yet another thrust, his voice carrying on and getting cut off repeatedly as you picked up the pace.Â
Precum dripped on the mattress. You intended to jerk him off at the same time, although it didnât seem necessary, so you focused on hitting his prostate at the right angle.
His arms gave out under him, barely holding himself together as he now lay face down and ass up - drooling.
âHey,â you called out, âlook- at- your- self-â you pointed up with your chin.
His eyes wandered up to the mirror, where he saw the utter mess he was, and how the strap slid in and out of him. The sight made his body tremble. You looked so hot.
âIâm gunn- gonna- aah⊠mmmh⊠going to- nngh! C-cumâŠâ
âYeah? Show- me. Cum- for- me,â you punctuated your words with thrusts.
He babbled incoherently, his legs shaking. His sounds got louder and louder, until he started pleading in broken syllables, and then- release.
Spurts of cum shot on the bed, his face buried against the mattress as he bit the sheets.
You moved for a bit longer to let him ride it out. When the whimpering turned into heaving gasps, you stopped. Gently, you pulled the strap out.
He collapsed on his side, fully spent.
âVery good. You did such a good job,â you leaned over and kissed his cheek.
He mumbled a reply.
You took off the strap and attempted to clean as much of the mess as you could. At that point it was better to change the sheets entirely, you realized.
Well, you werenât a Hunter for nothing. You scooped Nero up bridal style and let him down gently on a chair while you changed the bed. He was flustered by the action, but not in the right state to complain.
After changing the sheets - there was a spare set in the closet - you went to the bathroom to grab a damp towel. You cleaned yourself first, then sat down next to Nero and helped him.
âThanksâŠâ Was all he could say.
You scooped him back up and laid him down on the bed before climbing in yourself.
âWant some water? Or anything?â
âNo⊠I want⊠Sleep and cuddlesâŠâ
You chuckled, âwe can absolutely do that.â
You turned off the lights and cozied up to him, gently taking his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. His arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck.
The skin-to-skin contact, once arousing, now soothing, helped him drift off quite fast. You didnât take much longer, sleep taking you in minutes.
An alarm woke you up the next morning. A song from the Super Hunters show. Neroâs alarm.
âMmmh⊠Oh, noâŠâ He got up, untangling himself from your warm embrace and running to turn it off.
You stirred, rubbing your eyes. Opening them, you saw him standing next to the bed, looking down at you.
âHm? WhatâŠ?â You said in a sleepy voice.
He chuckled and climbed back in, hugging you.
âNothing. I just think my girlfriend looks very cute when sheâs sleepy,â his voice was a little deeper in the morning.
You could already tell he was going to be the type of guy that showed off his girlfriend a lot. It made you smile, really.
âI think my boyfriend should have turned off his alarms,â you countered, poking his cheek.
âIâm so sorry,â he kissed right below your ear, âI forgot we were sleeping here together instead of being alone back home, and it slipped my mind.â
âOooh, right, because we would have to drive all the way back from Linkon to WandererConâŠâ
âYeahâŠâ
âDo you have a lot planned for today?â You caressed his cheek, which he leaned into.
âI⊠I had plans⊠But⊠UhâŠâ His usual blush tinted his face.
âBut?â
âWe⊠The documents said we⊠Uhm, so, the room⊠Is booked until 5PM today⊠And I donât feel like going to the convention todayâŠâ
Unbelievable. He wanted to spend the day here with you rather than gushing about Wanderers? Was he sick?
You blinked at him. He was a bit confused about your shocked reaction.
âOr, do you want to go?â
âNo. No. I want to stay, Iâm just surprised you want to stay. Are you sure? It only happens once a year, and Iâm still going to be your girlfriend tomorrow.â
You knew this was important for him, so you wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing.
âYes, Iâm sure. Wanderers are still going to exist tomorrow, and I have you here now. It would be a waste not to enjoy your company.â
He kissed you, and kissed you, deep and loving, over and over.
âHow was the weekend?â Asked Tara when you arrived at work.
âOh shit, I forgot to buy you something,â you palmed your forehead, âIâll treat you to dessert for the rest of the week,â you sat on your office chair.
âHahaha, itâs okay, but Iâll take you up on that offer,â she clapped giddily.
She rolled her chair closer.
âIt must have been really interesting to attend, if you forgot about it. Was it cool?â
Just then, Nero arrived at the office. He walked up to your desk and placed a cup of coffee with a shy smile.
âGood morning, Tara!â He greeted, walking to his desk.
Tara scrunched up her brows in shock and leaned to whisper to you.
âTell me whatâs going on. Has reality been altered? I didnât see this in my cardsâŠâ
âUhm⊠Letâs just say⊠It was a busy weekend.â
Thank you for reading! Here's a little meme:
#(happy bday to me)#(all dividers made by me)#loveanddeepspace#love and deepspace#love and deepspace smut#lads#lnds#nero#nero love and deepspace#nero lads#nero lnds#love and deepspace nero#lads nero#lnds nero#nero x reader#reader x nero#x reader#smut
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They deserve a 3D model
YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED IT
#love and deepspace#lnds#lads#lnds nero#lnds jeremiah#love and deepspace jeremiah#love and deepspace nero#they are so adorable#lads nero#lads jeremiah
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Surrounding Characters: Nero
Age: Unknown
Relationship with protaganist: Acquaintance
Occupation: Data Analysis
Employer: Hunter's Association
Workplace: (same as UNICORNS)
Details:
Suffers from severe social anxiety
Described as the opposite of a social butterfly
His personal space has a circumference of 2 meters. No outsiders are allowed in it.
Previously became a hunter because of Lumiere
Hobbies & Interests:
He's a fan of Super Hunters
Despite his social anxiety, he becomes a chatterbox whenever issues related to Wanderers are brought up.
Obsessed with the legendary hero Lumiere
He leads the Lumiere's fansite "Lightchasers" under the username QuantumSocialite.
Skills:
His data wrangling skills are described as legendary.
Fun Facts:
QuantumSocialite once made 10th place on the Top Ten Hunters List.
A detail he gleaned from some classified documents made him suspect Xavier has some connection to Lumiere. But while Xavier doesn't outright confirm his suspicions, Nero proudly protects the secret anyway.
#love and deepspace#lads linkon city#linkon city#lads#lads xavier#lads characters#lads nero#love and deepspace xavier#lads lumiere#love and deepspace lumiere#love and deepspace nero#lads unicorns#lads hunters association#lads data analysis
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we're all obsessed with Lumiere
if you haven't already, go read âWith Lightâ in the World Underneath section of Main Story
#lol i just thought about this in the middle of writing#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace#love and deepspace mc#love and deepspace nero#love and deepspace lumiere#lumiere love and deepspace#shen xinghui#seiya#xavier as lumiere#lads xavier#lads nero#lads mc#lnds xavier#lnds nero#lnds mc#l&ds xavier#l&ds nero#l&ds mc#lads#lnds#l&ds#love & deepspace#love & deepspace xavier
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It just occurred to me that not only did Greyson get a face, he got a 3d rendered face, which means he has a whole ass 3d model now which can (AND SHOULD PLS PLS PAPERGAMES IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLS I BEG OF THEE) appear in game!!!!!1!
Or it means theyâre giving all the side characters 3d rendered faces now which means that hopefully Jeremiah and Nero and Yvonne get them too!! Maybe Thomas wonât be alone in his tower of power as the only LI associated side with a fully rigged and rendered body!
A bitch can dream anyway đđ€
#lnds#love and deepspace#l&ds#love & deepspace#lnds greyson#lads greyson#lnds jeremiah#lads#lads jeremiah#lnds yvonne#lads yvonne#lnds nero#lads nero
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To be fair, I donât like people around me at a table when I have to endure that daily at work. I donât drink tea that much either. Not my fault you missed out on free leaf juice.
And for the record, yes, I did have fun on the forum defending my precious idol, thank you very much Tara.
I was this close to getting some free afternoon tea. This close!!
Whomever Lumiere is, they better know they may have saved my bestie, but they sure as heck didnât save me from the consequences of this bet!
I do hope a certain someone had fun on the forum instead of joining me on a company outing. Harumph!
@wandererenthusiast1
#tara love and deepspace#database: Tara#lads spoilers#admin posting#đŸ nero#nero love and deepspace#lads nero
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stop they're all so cute and supportive and what the hell đ„șđ„ș
#love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#tara love and deepspace#jeremiah love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#thomas love and deepspace#kieran love and deepspace#luke love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#jenna love and deepspace#nero love and deepspace#lads#moment posts
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âMaâam I promise I have alarms set up and Iâm going to bed early.â
He looks her square in the eye as he tries to calm down his near frenzied heartbeat because heâs well aware of what this woman is capable of.
âHow should I prove it to you? Name a challenge or anything, I can do it.â
Oh, you must be Mr.Nero! Your colleagues visit the hospital quite often but I don't see you around much. Say, you look tired.
Sir I do hope you're getting enough rest. A healthy mind boosts the researching, I'm sure! Stop by if you're ever under the weather and need a little pick-me-up!
(OMG ITS OUR FAV REDDITOR-i mean...researcher ~mun)
o-oh, do I?
I've been busy staying up late researching new things about wanderers so that would probably explain the bags under my eyes but ill be careful not to pull any more all nighters I promise!
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đœïž (continuation from my last post)
#dmc#devil may cry#vergil#dante#devil may cry 5#dmc5#spardacest#danero#vernero#gore#tw gore#my art#dante/nero#vergil/nero#dantexnero#vergilxnero#dante x nero#vergil x nero#well there we go lads im not too sure about the way i did the glowing eyes but
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holy shit so this is a first for me but uhhâŠ
nero x mc!reader where it goes from co-workers to close friends to lovers but reader is the most sexually and relationship-ly inexperienced mf alive
you get to write what nero will be like in this scenario cuz i trust your vision đ«Ą
(ps can i be đ€Ą anon)
YESSS NEROOOO LET'S GOOO đââïžđđ«Ą i made the reader hella oblivious i'm sorry if they come off as dumb. also i made this really awkward. (why is this so LONG. HELPđ§ââïž) NSFW WARNING!!!
You both had been coworkers for a short time. It was easy, really, he didn't bother you and you didn't bother him.
One day there was a Hunters Association event where it was mandatory to attend (otherwise, he wouldn't have gone).
It was a charity event, where a few items were being auctioned.
It didn't really interest you, so you went to find the counter where they were serving free drinks and ordered something light.
There, away from the crowd of people, was also Nero. Sitting at one of the tables, alone, on his phone.
You didn't want to seem like a bad coworker, so you approached him to greet him. Just a short greeting.
He looked up from his phone and nodded as a way of acknowledgment.
"You aren't with the rest?" He asked. The tone was more of surprise than curiosity.
"I don't plan on bidding on any of the stuff, so..."
You ended up sitting at his table, agreeing to be each on their own phone in silence. It was oddly nice, if a bit awkward.
The next day at work, Nero seemed to have warmed up to you a bit.
While on your break, the coffee machine finished pouring yours while you were throwing something away, and Nero passed it to you to get his.
One time, you helped him fix the printer after it got stuck.
They were simple gestures, but they were new.
Little by little, every day, you got closer.
Until some time later, when it became a habit to hang out together.
Now, Nero's crush on you was very obvious to everyone. Everyone except you. Mostly because you have never had any relationships, and you don't want to assume he feels something more for you.
It's really frustrating when he invites you to go to the cinema and you suggest bringing the rest of your friends, or when he brings you some pastries and you share them with everyone at the office.
To be fair, he isn't being clear with his feelings either. He is still a very shy mess.
In any case, he persists. And this time, he has a plan so you'll go out on a date with him on your own.
His master plan: The next charity event.
He has hopes that it will be just like the last time, and you will both end up alone together again.
It works. You order your drink and sit at his table.
He's been hyping himself up the whole week, practicing what he was going to say...
"I need to tell you something."
"Hm? What's up?" You say casually, with no inclination of where this conversation is going.
He looks down and fidgets with his hands, "You are an amazing friend, and I hope that this won't change anything between us if you don't feel the same, but... I like you."
You tilt your head, "I like you too, Nero! You're also an amazing friend."
Okay, that's not what he meant.
"No, no, I like you as more than a friend..."
Oh. You stared at him. And stared. You blushed. "Wait, what?"
"I-if you don't feel the same, that's okay! I just... Wanted to get it off my chest..."
Could it be? You hadn't really thought about it until now, you hadn't given yourself the opportunity to consider if you liked him, since relationships never usually worked out for you but now... Maybe you felt the same.
"I... I think..." You looked around, flustered. What were you supposed to say? Every word sounded embarrassing in your head. "I... Like you, too..."
"You do!?" He almost stood up.
It was a very back-and-forth repetitive conversation, honestly, with both of you going 'you like me? are you sure? in a romantic way?' several times at each other.
He reached across the table and shakily took your hand in his. You both sat there, looking down, blushing, hand in hand, in silence, for several minutes.
And that was that.
The next day at work, neither could look at the other in the eye. Him, out of embarrassment. You, because you didn't know how you were supposed to act. Did he expect you to come over and give him a kiss? Should you go and kiss his cheek?
You did. "G-good morning, Nero..."
He froze and slooowly looked up at you. "Good... Morning..."
You were about to turn and leave, when he stood up from his desk and kissed your cheek in return.
The first week of you being a couple, that's all you did. Holding hands and kisses on the cheek.
The second week, though, Nero got a little impatient. He wanted a proper kiss. Unless you said no, of course.
You ready to leave work, the office almost empty, when he called you over.
"Hey... I'm fine with taking it slow, but I was wondering, if you might want to- To, um..." He pushed up his glasses. "To kiss? An- an actual kiss I mean. On the lips."
You turned red. Part of you had been dreading this, since you didn't know how to kiss, but you also knew you wanted to kiss him, and you would have to do it at some point.
You nodded faintly. He gulped.
His lips pressed to yours. ... ... Oh, right, you had to close your eyes. Five seconds passed. ... Were you... Supposed to do something? Both of your bodies stood a bit apart, his hands on your shoulders being the only point of contact apart from your lips. He pulled back. That wasn't how you expected a kiss on the lips to feel. He was the first to speak.
"Uh... Have you ever... Kissed someone before?" "No..." "R-really? Me neither..." "Uh..." "I think... We did something wrong." "Maybe we can try again tomorrow...?" You felt so embarrassed, you couldn't do that again right now. He agreed.
The next day. Oof, the next day. He had watched so many videos on how to kiss, he had ended up watching porn, and one thing led to another, he jerked off to the thought of you. He couldn't face you.
You asked him if he wanted to try the kiss again and he just shook his head, flustered. He was scared of getting hard.
That whole week, he avoided you. You started to get worried. What if the kiss had been so bad that he wanted to break up with you? No! The relationship would be over before it started! You had to do something!
You invited him over to your house with the premise of needing his help setting up a program in your computer. He was nervous to be in your house, but also eager.
Before his visit, you had looked up kissing tutorials. You hadn't gone as far down into the rabbit hole as him, though. Just kissing.
And so, as soon as he stepped into your house, you didn't give him time to react - you kissed him.
This time it was a lot better than the last, since you both knew what to do. Still, it took him a moment to realize what was happening. It lasted longer and was sweeter, your lips finally moving against each other.
He pulled back a bit breathless, "...what did you invite me over for?" Oooooh his mind was in the gutter.
You said, very confidently, without knowing what you were getting into, "To do couples' stuff."
It was overrrrrrrrr. So over for you.
"You really... You want to... Oh... I also want to. I didn't know if you would be okay with us doing that..."
Bless the lack of communication in this relationship.
He kissed you again, his arms around you. He pushed you deeper into your apartment, both of you landing on the couch. It escalated into a full make out session, with you keeping up as much as you could.
He was on top of you, face red, glasses almost falling off. He breathed, "You are so attractive... I-I'm not sure where to start... Um... Should I take off my clothes? Or yours? I-I don't know."
Wait, wait, take off his clothes?? Oh dear. Technically, this was 'couples' stuff', but it was going faster than you thought. You weren't completely against it, though. There was a strange heat coursing through you after all that making out.
"I don't k-know either."
Messily, you took each other's clothes off, blushing every time a new patch of skin got revealed.
His hard dick is revealed and you just stare at it. In awe? It's difficult to know what you're thinking from his perspective, but you're actually kind of entranced. That thing is... Supposed to go inside you, right?
Since he watched porn, he's a bit more aware of what he needs to do. Still, what he saw was far from reality.
"This might um... Hurt." He said, at least. You nodded. It couldn't hurt that much. People did this all the time.
Not without effort, he aligned himself with your entrance and slid the tip in. Oh. Okay. That's actually a bit uncomfortable. You winced, and he stopped.
"Are you okay?" "...I think so. It's just... bigger than I thought... Or... I'm smaller than I thought...? Does it hurt for you?" "N-no, it actually feels really good." "Oh... Do you mind going slowly?" The definition of awkward sex if there ever was one, really.
After quite a number of minutes, that got unbearable for him, he managed to get somewhat in. He didn't want to hurt you anymore, so he settled for not burying himself up the hilt.
Then, he began to move. It wasn't as pleasant at first as you thought, but you eventually set into a rhythm that wasn't that bad. You were nowhere near to cumming, but at least it was bearable.
Just as it got a bit interesting, with you both kissing again, he pulled back, slid his dick out and came all over your stomach with a string of moans.
"You... You finished?" You asked. "Y-yeah... You didn't?" You shook your head. Welp. "Sorry."
Luckily, the video he watched also had an oral sex portion, which he promptly used as a guide to help you finish. It took him... A bit... Since you weren't sure what you were 'chasing' exactly, as you had never had an orgasm, but it soon felt... Pretty good.
Your breathing got labored, and you bucked your hips towards him instinctively towards him, and soon you were crashing down that same slope as him.
Once you recovered he kept asking if you had actually cummed, and if you had enjoyed it, and if you would want to do it again, which felt a bit overwhelming after all of that. You felt really embarrassed and exposed.
"C-can we talk about that later...? I want to just, I don't know, rest together?" You said timidly.
He nodded, understanding that he was being too much. He hugged you and you both laid on the couch, growing to feel comfortable with being in such an intimate setting.
You both still had so much to learn...
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I LOVE HIS VOICE. It's so nerdy and demanding. The fact that he barely has any content is actually heartbreaking đ
I'm zaynes wife BUUUTTTT I could listen to him ramble about wanderers for hours
#lnds nero#lnds#love and deepspace nero#lads#lads nero#nero#its so bad i actually need him#nerdy nero#love and deepspace
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Random Facts: Nero
In my previous post about Nero, I mentioned that his online username is QuantumSocialite. In the various posts/articles in the in-game social media platform "Moments," we actually see him pop up a lot!
Here's his goofy profile picture lol
And here are some of the comments he's left on articles!
#love and deepspace#lads#lads linkon city#linkon city#lads nero#love and deepspace nero#random facts nero#lads characters#love and deepspace characters
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no pressure to rb im just fuckign crayceeeeee im doing this for a laff
#i haveeee listened to the albums past ahig i simply cannot be asked to name the songs other than the ones i listen to#like im good im there im down big fan of wanyk purrsonally however that is because nero forte/unsainted did despicable things to me as a lad#that being said i dont think those two songs are werewolf lube-ian enough to count. feel free to discuss#had a cheeky little gray chapter listen not to long ago and it blocked me up emotionally so i needed to take a hiatus#from my full discography listen so that i wouldnt burst into tears trying to listen to the recent stuff#slipknot#excuse me for yapping but this is just how MY brain works this is how EYE reason out my craycee#anyway im gonna work on my fuckigng zine now đ¶đ byeee bye bye bye hye hye byeevyeeee
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Can we please get an artpiece of Es and The Lad?
My current pinned comment should be where you can find his lore, I noticed these two were somewhat similar; they have some resemblance to the legendary fartmaster, being made from a creator's impulsive or negative thoughts, and interacting with the multiverse as we speak.
Here you are! (+ bonus doodle)
#ask#asks#utmv#utmv oc#sans#sans au#sans oc#utmv art#art#digital art#oc art#The Lad#avatar#NOT MY AVATAR/SONA#sona#es#es sans#es!sans#request?#idk man#nero being silly#doodle#tags all over the place#was going to add redactem and pacifist classic somewhere
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whereâs his fanart tag???? mr. NeroâŠ
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IM SO FUCKING LATE BUT OMFG NERO???? Stop ain't no way
#đđđđââââ#naHHH#hello???#omg#nero#nero love and deepspace#love and deepspace#lnd#lnds#lads#l&ds#bro i'm always doing events late jfc#IM SORRYYYY
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