#nero smut

[asorae]

Ok for real who wants Nero x reader smut

[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men in Bed (NSFW)(afab!reader)

A brief take on what the Sparda men are like in bed~

*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*

0.8k words

Dante

☾ He is a very playful lover

☾ With a sex drive as high as his you will be pushed to your limits

☾ While he is a giver all of the pleasure given to you comes with teasing 

☾ Adores seeing you mindlessly drunk on pleasure

☾ He is never pleased with just one orgasm out of you

☾ Dante craves more from you having you on his cock on the brink of tears 

☾ Watching as you try to squirm away from his thumb circling your clit

☾ “Don’t run from it, Baby”

☾ Loves to have your leg on his shoulder as he fucks you

☾ He wants to see the look on your face when he thrusts his full length inside of you

☾ Will ask you questions knowing that you are unable to answer

☾ “How does that feel, Princess? Do you know how good you feel around me?”

☾ The messier you get the better

☾ If he can’t cum inside of you he will be cumming on your tits

☾ He would take a picture of you if he could and keep it with him

☾ Dante thinks you look so cute covered in his cum, your thighs slick with your juices 

☾ Just when you think he’s done he will pull one last orgasm from you

☾ “You can take it, show me you can”

☾ As you lay there out of breath and mindless he takes the time to engrave this image in his head, each time better than the last

☾ He will always clean you up afterward, making sure you know that you are cared for 

☾ Then he pulls you to his chest stroking your hair and whispering to you until you drift off to sleep

Vergil

☾ His dominance in bed ranges from slow and controlled to making it so he will be helping you walk the next day

☾ No matter what Vergil is a vocal lover

☾ Very big on praise as he has your face buried in a pillow, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you you’ll hear

☾ “You’re so pretty like this”

☾ He flips you over and slides back into you placing a hand on your throat

☾ “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop”

☾ Gets drunk on the sounds that you make 

☾ The surprised gasp you let out as he places a slap on your ass 

☾ The moans you illicit when he takes your breasts into his hands 

☾ “Say my name”

☾ Will fuck you until all you can say is his name like a mantra

☾ Rough sex is his favorite, having his hand pulling at the roots of your hair bringing your back against his chest so he can speak directly into your ear

☾ “Look at you taking my cock so well, my little slut”

☾ He takes his time with sex wanting to feel every part of you

☾ As rough as he gets with you Vergil takes his time to kiss over the marks he has left on you

☾ Sex to him is sacred and carries meaning, he uses it as a way to show you his feelings for you allowing himself to be fully vulnerable with you

☾ Breeding kink, seeing his cum leaking out of you drives him feral

☾ He loves to watch it slowly dripping out and then fuck it back into you with his thick fingers

Nero

☾ This sweet boy doesn’t have much experience yet

☾ At first, he is a bit timid but is eager to learn 

☾ It starts off with him wanting to finger you 

☾ Taking it slow Nero works his way along your body learning where to touch, the sounds you make, what makes your back arch

☾ The first time you have sex you get on top of him rolling your hips experimentally 

☾ He holds his hands on your hips watching where your bodies meet desperately trying to control his hips as you ride him

☾ Nero does not talk much as he is too focused on how he feels and making sure that he is doing what you like 

☾ Switches between whimpers when you are on top and small grunts when he is thrusting into you 

☾ But he likes to move you around, picking you up from off his lap and walking you over to a wall holding you up as he thrusts into you 

☾ Loves to use his strength in the bedroom, no matter what size you are he will be moving you with ease 

☾ Gets easily egged on by your voice, hearing you moan signals him to go harder 

☾ Doesn’t mind you being in control at first but he becomes more dominant as time goes on

☾ As his confidence rises Nero starts to take more control putting you into different positions 

☾ Cannot control himself while you go down on him

☾ Grabbing at your hair and bucking his hips 

☾ When he sees you swallow his cum it unlocks a new kink for him as he pulls you up to kiss him

Author's note: Very open to any comments, recommendations, or criticism!! I don't write a lot of NSFW pieces so let me know how I can Improve <3<3

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How The DMC Boys Eat Out

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WARNINGS: NSFW! - oral (female receiving)

WORD COUNT: ~150 per person

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DANTE

Dante’s a busy man but what does he always make time for? Dessert. Though it’s not often you get dedicated alone time, Dante has made it a habit to at least reward you for sticking by his side as often as possible. This usually has you seated atop his desk, hands grasping at bills and work permits, as he sits before you in his beaten leather chair. Hungry and eager, he’ll kitten-lick at your hole ensuring that he’s tasting every single drop of arousal that leaks out. Dante’s a pleaser at heart, meaning he’ll go til his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. But until that point, he’ll make sure to mutter praise and sweet nothings in your heat, making you twitch and squirm. When he’s not holding your hips down, he’ll switch off between pumping digits or his tongue into you, knowing the right combination to make anyone unlucky enough to be at the agency hear you cry out his name til you lose all capability of intelligent speak.

“So wet - just for me, sugarplum. M’gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.”

VERGIL

Unlike his twin, Vergil appreciates more calculated encounters, rather than spontaneous ones. Ambience is very important to him; he’ll make sure that everything leading up to the moment is just right. Candles, wine, and soft sonatas playing in the background - all leading up to get you seated above him, thighs nearly squeezing his head into the mattress. The crude act of face-sitting is made into a poetic one when Vergil is under you. Methodical tongue movements and cherry lips sucking the life out of you make your hands grip the headboard with unbeknownst strength. Calloused hands will knead into your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to calm your jolting above him. Vergil has spent years mastering the art of patience and playing the long-game. He’ll make sure to draw out every single second til your legs give out. Aftercare is a biggie for him, holding you to his chest and praising your behavior to calm your pounding heart.

“Don’t mock me, little one. When I say sit, I mean sit.”

NERO

Nero is the happy-medium of the trio. Whether it’s quickies in the van or the good ol’ ‘wined and dined’, he’ll make sure that you are his number one priority. If there’s one thing Nero loves, though, it’s getting to stay in bed with you on his day off. Tired kisses and slow petting will eventually lead to Nero disappearing under the covers to take post between your legs. Inside the cocoon of blankets, Nero will lazily drag his fingers over your sensitive folds before anchoring his mouth to your bud. Gentle flicks of his tongue timing to the pump of his two fingers buried in you to the knuckle. Intermittently, his mouth will detach from you and trail kisses along your inner thighs and navel, whispering how good you taste and how much he loves you. He won’t emerge from his hideout until you’ve came - peeking out of the covers to kiss you sweetly, the taste of yourself prominent on his lips.

“There you go, let it out. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

[gor3-hound]

MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

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Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you. 

He's enough for you.

[indigosuvi]

OVERSTIMULATED NERO

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 385 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Warning: (consensual) somnophilia & overstimulation

You had mentioned to him one day, and Nero had never forgotten.

Nero had been out late at night, finishing his mission. He walked the dark and gloomy streets with his hood up to provide some sort of warmth against the cold night. He opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He removed his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. He took a step. Hearing his shoe squeak, he took them off and left them by the door. He made his way up the stairs to the room that you shared. He opened the door and saw an outline of the lump in the bed, your body.

He was tired and the desperate, aching, need for you growing stronger and stronger. His breath caught in his throat as his pants began to feel tighter on him.

He stepped quietly, trying not to wake his sleeping partner. He climbed onto the bed and slowly removed the blankets; the actions causing you to move slightly. He stopped, waiting for you to settle down into sleep once again. He slowly made quick work of removing his your undergarments and pants, taking caution now and then to make sure you didn't wake. He would then also remove his clothes.

He stopped, waiting to see if you had woken. When nothing happened, he began slowly lick your clit/cock, before beginning to stroke/rub you. A soft noise came from your lips. He slowed his pace, not wanting to wake you quite yet. He continued his progress, rubbing himself against the bed, while his hands busied themself with you.

It wasn't long before you came; him following not long after. He continued his progress as you let out a moan and arched your back, waking up before the second time you could cum.

"Mm Nero." They moaned, not fully awake yet. They opened their eyes to see Nero align himself with their hole. He slid himself in and began moving in and out.

He continued his slow movements as you placed one hand on his abs, the other grabbing onto the bedsheets.

"Faster." You said with a gasp.

Following the orders, he did. He continued until you came, but he didn't stop there. He continued on.

It would certainly be a long morning.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[sexysmokinsmut]

Pull the Trigger PREVIEW - NERO X READER NSFW

A teaser of the smut I have planned for this Friday/ this weekend. I just have a lot of feelings about cocky Nero and I really need to express them before I implode.

“You know, I’m starting to believe you like looking at me more than you like talking to me” Nero muttered, quirking an eyebrow and ruining whatever moment of admiration you were previously lost in. “Yeah well, maybe you’re hotter when you don't speak” you replied, settling down at the table across from the van’s couch. “Ouch” Nero pretended to act hurt, “You know, you talk a lot of shit for someone who's too afraid to go after what they want”. That was the moment you realized he could see right through you. He knew you wanted him and now he’s got you cornered, forcing you to address it.

“Maybe I have everything I want” you scoffed back, hoping to throw him off and keep your yearning for him under wraps. Nero shrugged, eyes still closed, half asleep but becoming more awake. He could hear how your heart was beginning to race and he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily. “If you had everything you wanted, you wouldn’t be sitting over there with your thighs clenched”. You immediately stood up, not liking how he could now use his demon senses against you. You were now regretting ever saying you were happy Dante’s persona was rubbing off on him, because his cockiness was turning you into a deer in the headlights and you didn’t like that. You scoffed in response and moved until you were in front of him, just about arms length away, his legs were already spread apart from when he was asleep. He made an obvious move to give you more space to stand between them, almost tempting you to finally take what you wanted, but you refused to move any farther. “Well since you’re the big bad demon hunter, why don’t you tell me what you want” he opened his eyes slowly, a crooked smile on his face was beginning to cross his features but he remained in his position. He liked seeing you try to challenge him, it was cute.

“What? Not so courageous after all?” you teased, your arms were folded across your chest, that’s when Nero decided he had had enough with your attitude. Turning on your heels to make a dramatic, and confidence boosting, waltz to the front of the van, you felt yourself being grabbed by your waist, spun you around and placed you into the center of the devil hunter’s lap.

“Oh I know what I want. I want you and that pretty little body of yours, underneath me, withering and helplessly. I want to make you so needy for me that you can’t think about anything else but how good I can make you feel. And I want you to let me shut that smart mouth of yours up unless it's to suck me off” He whispered his dirty confessions so easily into your ears that you almost moaned loud enough for Nico to hear.

[luverine]

Fav x gn! Reader ‹𝟹

// sub/dom dynamic // nsfw // MDNI // 18+ as always // hand k1nk // no proof read

His hands…

The veins snake around them so beautifully, a stark reminder of the strength they carry beneath the surface.

His fingers- slim yet sturdy- tough, but with a softness that melts into your skin.

His palms, wide and confident, working their magic as they massage every inch of you.

The way he spreads you open, finding all the right places to press and stroke until you’re moaning his name in bliss.

How your cheeks burn, flushed with heat, as you shudder and cum under the relentless work of his hands on your most sensitive spots.

The way he teases your nipples, twisting and pinching, leaving them tender and red while you’re trembling in his grip.

The backs of his fingers brush away your tears, soft against the overwhelming sensations as his movements drive you higher and higher.

The same hands that press over your mouth, silencing your desperate, pornographic moans as he takes you mercilessly wherever he wants.

His hands, strong and sure, holding yours while his mouth works on you, vibrations coursing through every inch of your body.

And those very hands, cradling your face, forcing your eyes to meet his as you fall apart on him, lost in the intensity of his gaze.

⬧ Levi, Erwin, Eren, Jean, Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Endeavor, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toji, Geto, Megumi, Sephiroth, Nero, Silco ⬧ 

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[anglsweets]

Thinking about…..

When you kiss his lips and the residue of your lip gloss leaves marks on his skin, a playful grin spreads across your face as you admire your handiwork, hehe. He grunts with a lopsided smirk, jokingly swats you away before your hands reach up to smear the lipgloss stains deeper into his lips, the fruit scented tint marking his skin, it’s almost erotic how he leans in and kisses the pads of your thumb that was smeared with lipgloss, it’s intimate, it’s corny but hey as long as he gets a long make out session to compensate, you can smear a whole tube of lipgloss if you like. Yeah thinking about that…

[sweetheartsnips]

JoJo Masterlist

links to my ao3 only stuff as well as stuff that is posted to tumblr. NSFW! MINORS DNI

Assorted x Reader One-Shots

Snips' JJBA One-shots

Ode to Autumn - Jonathan

Do it Again - Steely Dan

In Too Deep - Jotaro

Be Quiet and Drive - Rohan

In My Dreams - Speedwagon (angst warning)

Telephone Line - Mista

Just Like Heaven - Doppio

Light My Fire - Gyro

Pet - Risotto

Million Dollar Man - Prosciutto

My Blue Hawaii - Dragona Joestar x fem!Reader (WIP)

Daddy Cool

Small nsfw one-shots for my favourite JJBA DILFs.

Jotaro Kujo (Part 6)

Norisuke Higashikata IV (JoJolion)

Dio (Part 3)

Joseph Joestar (Part 3)

Diavolo (Part 5)

[saotoru]

dom, switch, or sub

dante, vergil, nero, v x fem reader

minors + ageless dni

vergil- dom

what gets vergil off is knowing he has complete control of you, both mind and body. he likes to keep you in that syrupy state of fucked-out pleasure, when the only thing you can remember is his name, because that’s when you’re most honest. it’s those little reactions—the way you gasp when he sinks his fingers inside you, your back arching against his chest—that drive him crazy. he grips your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he growls, “you’re mine.”

your pussy responds for him, clenching tightly around his fingers and that’s all vergil needs to know that he owns you. he’s satisfied with how you gasp and grind onto his hand, driven by the raw instinct to feel good. and he lets you, slowly pumping his long fingers inside the plush heat of your cunt, reveling in the way you fall apart for him. you turn your face towards his, lips brushing against his cheek as you look at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes.

“vergil.” you grip his wrist tightly. “please.”

“greedy,” he teases. but his fingers move faster all the same, pussy squelching loudly as he fucks you hard, leaning down to pressing his mouth against yours, muffling those pretty sounds that only he can pull from you.

dante- switch

you want nothing more than to reach to his cock where it’s leaking all over his abdomen, so flushed and pretty and twitching with every flick of his tongue, but dante won’t let you. his arms lock around your thighs, forcing you to sit still on his face and just watch his cock beg for attention.

“dante…” you whine. between your plush thighs around his head and his loud slurping, he can’t hear your pleas, too absorbed in licking all over your pussy to notice you’re trying to take care of what he ignores- his own needs. you want to feel him in your hand so badly, hear his groan when you rub the sensitive head the way he likes and fuck, taste his salty precum. but all dante feels is you trying to squirm away from his mouth and he doesn’t understand why, furrowing his brows in concentration. “god, baby, stay fuckin’ still, taste so fuckin good and you’re just moving-“

a groan cuts him off feeling your fingers brush his cock and wrap around him, pumping. the sudden rush of pleasure only has dante lapping at you harder, sloppier, needy to feel you cum on his face for being such a good fucking girl, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. all too soon your hand goes limp around his cock as an orgasm wracks through you and reduces you to nothing more than a spasming, fucked-out mess. dante slows to just languid, broad licks all over your lips, but doesn’t stop completely.

“again, pretty girl. not done with you. not done with this perfect fucking pussy.”

nero- sub

nero loves being dommed. tease him, edge him, or worse, praise him, and he’ll be a mess underneath you. he tries to hide how much he loves being spread out and told to touch himself, furrowing his brow and grumbling about how embarrassing this is, but he obeys all the same, carefully wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping himself slowly. the heaviness of your gaze, the way you tell him “faster”—nero can feel himself going dumb, and he knows you own him completely.

“you’re leaking so much, nero. you’re so pretty, you know that?” god, your voice. you know praise makes him needy, makes him fuck up into his fist even faster. he can’t even form a response, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, feeling his orgasm building embarrassingly fast from being talked to like this.

he’s close. you can tell from how his thighs tense and he’s starting to squirm, pumping himself so fast that his fist is a blur over his cock. a smile plays at your lips as you watch him become unraveled, so so close to cumming that’s he’s panting your name until-

“stop.”

it takes a few beats for the command to register in his mind, that you don’t want him to cum, and nero nearly doesn’t listen. but he knows better, he’s a good boy, so he lets go of his cock with a pathetic whine, humping at nothing in the air. the the tension in his tummy ebbs away, but he’s still flushed and leaking all over himself because he loves being told what to do.

v- sub-lean switch

v loves soft, tender sex. be gentle with him, kiss his neck while you stroke him softly and v will be in heaven, wondering what he ever did to deserve you. a shudder goes through him feeling your tongue trace the tattoos on his chest. “a-angel… you’re so perfect, feels so good…” he breathes.

if v does dom, he’ll be a service dom, solely focused on your comfort and pleasure alone. he cups your pussy, softly stroking up and down your labia. “is this okay, sweetheart?” he asks. you let out a whimper, but his hand doesn’t budge—he needs to hear an explicit answer, fingers barely grazing over your aching clit. “tell me.”

“y-yes, v, please…"

you don't have to finish your sentence for v to give you what you want, a finger parting your folds to spread your slick around that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing slow circles that have you keening into him. this time, words aren’t enough for v, he wants to feel how much he loves you.

[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)

Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3

1.8k words

Dante 

☆Dante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously

☆Before he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him

☆With you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentine’s Day the best day of the year

☆Very stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles

☆He is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath

☆He has never done romantic stuff before and he’s actually really into it 

☆Dante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything

☆When you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks

☆You were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put in 

☆First, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up

☆The meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆After dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of you 

☆He stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes

☆Once you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs

☆You drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length

☆Taking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him

☆“God, I love the way you do that, Baby” Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes

☆You lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him

☆Taking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me” 

☆You bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss

☆“You are so good to me, but today is about you,” he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub

☆Dante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets around 

☆He holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleep 

Vergil

☆This man loves you more than you will ever know 

☆However, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentine’s Day

☆This doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him

☆Valentine’s with Vergil is simple and meaningful 

☆He plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal

☆A song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlist 

☆When the first note plays he stops what he’s doing to take your hand and pull you to his chest 

☆One hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow dance 

☆Having you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him

☆He ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to work 

☆You work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the food 

☆The meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love

☆After you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes

☆Puzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letter 

☆Inside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life

☆You begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears

☆“You are the world to me, the end to my suffering,” he says as he places a kiss on your lips

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆You deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks

☆Vergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours

☆He places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him

☆You begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you

☆Breaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully

☆“Be good for me and get on your hands and knees” he asks guiding you with his hands

☆You happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind you 

☆Making quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock

☆He pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen member 

☆Placing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance

☆“Take it all for me, Baby,” as he slowly slides into you

☆His thrusts are deep starting slowly

☆He wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you

☆Grabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock

☆Your moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster one 

☆When he’s about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chest 

☆As he finishes he whispers in your ear, “You are mine and I will never let you go” 

Nero

☆This man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life

☆He had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentine’s Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for you 

☆But he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentine’s Day driving to kick some demon ass

☆He thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head

☆Nero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that he’ll ask you about it later

☆It was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up

☆Nero picks it up thinking that he’s helping you but he notices that it’s a cutely wrapped box with his name on it

☆You see what’s in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next

☆This is when it clicks, today is Valentine’s Day

☆Immediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you

☆You stop him and tell him that you aren’t angry and tell him to open the box

☆He opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was

☆You tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands

☆He starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆Getting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's company 

☆You look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today

☆While he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh

☆It takes a minute for him to pick up on what you’re up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up

☆His grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road

☆“You keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,” He says aware of how hard he is now

☆Taking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum

☆You undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over

☆“Get in the back now,” Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition

☆Quickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same

☆Nero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder

☆He spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance

☆Locking eyes with you he says, “I love you and I never want you to forget that,” as he pushes into you fully

☆The gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to know 

☆Fucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentine’s Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home

Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3

[tubbypeddle]

Risotto x afab!reader ficlet (NSFW)

i was inspired by @lady-of-endless for this one 🤭 AND IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR HER I FOUND OUT ITS HER BIRTHDAY THE DAY THAT I POST THIS HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

she gets a special private post too 😋 just for her 🫂

(author's note: this is actual smut, so beware of reading below the cut if ur uncomfortable with that type of stuff 😓)

Risotto's breaths are heavy in your ear. He towers over you, crowding you against the wall of his bedroom with his knee shoved between his legs.

You wish you can see his eyes, and how heady his gaze is when he's this worked up. But alas, he's laid his hat atop your head, and it was so big it fell down over your eyes. It felt a bit like when he'd blindfold you, tie you up to the bedposts.

It was horribly arousing.

He insists you keep the hat on because you look hot in his clothes. He wants to hear the jingle of his hat as he fucks up into you. You don't understand the appeal, but at the same time you do.

For now, though, he lathes his tongue up your neck, up your jaw, to leave bruising hickeys that would be impossible to hide. His knee grinds meanly into your pussy through your shorts and underwear. The force of it shoves a whine from the back of your throat. You're sure that your nails leave red lines down his bare back when you grasp at him.

His groan is muttered against your neck, his hands find their way to your waist to drag your fronts together. He's much taller than you, so the action nearly knocks you off your feet.

Almost like he's impatient, he grabs at one of your thighs and lifts it to his waist. You have to scramble to keep the hat on your head when the action actually lifts you off the floor. He grabs your other leg with his other hand to fully heft you into his arms. And before you know it, he's waddling towards his bed and throws you down onto it, a motion so familiar, it makes a laugh bubble from your chest.

"God, Risottino!" you couldn't help but giggle as he tears his shirt off so hurriedly he nearly tears it. "Eager tonight?"

Risotto doesn't even bother answering, and he just topples atop her. His weight shoves the breath out of you, but you don't really mind. Not when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and practically tore them off of you.

There's an urgency in his eyes, in his movements, that make your throat and face burn. Before Risotto, you've never felt so desired. There was just no way to fake that kind of lust in his deep-set red eyes.

Once he's gotten you naked from the waist down, he digs his hand under your hip and flips you. Like a damn pancake, what the fuck.

It rips a squeal of laughter from you, and you shuffle onto your knees so that he has easier access to your ass. It leaves a perfect slope of your back leading down to where you rest your cheek on your arms. His hands are possessive when they grab at the globes of your ass. You can't see what he's doing, both from the position you're in and the hat on your head.

The hat jingles when he nudges your ass back towards his hips, where his cock pokes between your legs.

When your eyes are covered like this, everything just feels more. You can hear his every breath, feel the heat of his skin before he even touches you.

It's exhilarating.

Before he pushes his dick in you, he reaches down between your legs, and makes a point to trail his fingers slowly across your skin. He pushes a finger into you, all the way down to his knuckle. And the feeling is wonderful.

He's so much bigger than you are, and the feeling of his single finger alone filling you. Mmm..

Before you know it, you're panting and whining into the air, three of his big fingers stuffed inside of you as deep as they can reach. He's thrusting them slowly, taking care to prepare you for him the way he always does, he never lets you prepare yourself. He feels as if it's his duty since he's the one 'taking you', technically.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a groan and a wet schlick. He doesn't even bother wiping his hands off before he's grabbing you by your waist and mounting you like a rabid dog. Usually, his foreplay consists of more, but he must be pent up from going so long without having you like this.

His first thrust into you is deliberately slow, and it drops your jaw, cramps your stomach. "Risotto-!"

He interrupts you when he turns your head toward him with his fingers clenching your face and devours your mouth in a possessive kiss.

He's big. You'd almost forgotten how damn big he was. His ladder piercings rub up your walls in such a delicious way, and you can't help the way you clench around him. He groans muffled against your mouth, and his hips jerk suddenly at the feeling, ripping another cry from you.

This is what sets him in motion. He finally pulls his hips back, all the way to his tip, and slams back into you with a low grunt. His pace is mean in a good way, god, in such a good way.

Every swing of his hips makes your whole body shake, the hat he'd put on your head jingling with each movement. Every moan that leaves your mouth is more encouragement for him.

Your belly is starting to roll, the knot tightening to a point that's almost painful. Your head drops past your shoulders, and all you can see beneath you are the way your tits swing and the clap of your thighs against his.

God, you already know he's staring, enchanted, at the way your ass jiggles with each clap.

It's when he shoves himself into you as far as he could and circles his hips that has you falling off that edge that you'd been teetering on all night.

You can feel your walls spasming around his length, your body going stiff. He holds you to his chest through your orgasm, merciful enough tonight to keep his hips still as your ride your way down from your orgasmic high.

Your chest heaves with each gasping breath, and Risotto pets back your hair to soothe you slowly. It's a sweet gesture, but still, you knew you were nowhere near finished tonight. He still hasn't come yet, after all.

[eracrow]

The hum of the servers filled the dimly lit room, a steady, rhythmic pulse that masked the quiet hitch in Nero’s breath as you inched closer—close enough to breach his carefully maintained perimeter. His back was against the cool metal of a server rack, his eyes flickered with nervous anticipation, his usual sharp tongue momentarily silenced.

“Y—You’re too close,” he mumbled, though he made no move when you shoved his tie in his mouth. His mind was reeling. Deep down he didn't want you to stop.

You tied him up with the only thing you could find, an Ethernet cable. You hushed him while kissing his warm skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nero,” you whispered, pressing the softest of kisses against his cheek. His breath hitched, his entire body tensing—then, almost imperceptibly, he tilted toward you, just a little.

“I—I didn’t get you anything,” he admitted, flustered. You only smiled, cupping his face gently.

“Then make it up to me.” You said as your lips met his lower abdomen.

[loveletters-fromnora]

Nsfw headcanons -> Risotto Nero

Risotto Nero x afab!reader

Just some general nsfw headcanons.

Reposting this from my old blog.

Warnings — oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, degration, BDSM, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, jealousy, flogging, female reader

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated

Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.

Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.

Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.

In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.

His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.

Risotto has a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.

He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.

He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.

You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.

Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.

As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.

Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.

He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.

He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.

He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.

He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.

Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.

[mannequinreligi0n]

Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.