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Bio:

Extremely cheesy, but kind of charming.

“Devil may cry, but I’ll make you laugh ;)”

“6’3, devilishly handsome, Expert at giving you hella of a good time.”

Never updates his profile, but gets matches anyway. 

Matches & Messages:

Swipes right on everyone.

He says that it is not because he’s desperate, but because it’s funny. (he is a bit desperate.)

Gets a lot of matches, as people find his confidence + goofiness + “Do not take himself too seriously” kind of vibe, quite charming. 

Even though he matches a lot, only half of them are serious. 

His messages are 50% shameless flirters, 50% cringy bad dad jokes.

“You’re hotter than hell, and trust me, I’ve been there.”

“You look like trouble, I like trouble.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from the sky, angel? It's extra funny if you consider that I'm a devil.”

Lots and lots of cheesy nicknames. Hotshot, Sweet Buns, Buttercup, Dollface, Hot stuff, Cupcake, all that kind of stuff.

Quite respectful, backs down when he feels the chemistry is off, and he doesn't ghost…. at least on purpose. 

Yes, he forgets to respond, mostly because he forgets he even has the app, but sometimes because he has work to do.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I was fighting demons, literally.”

(I will not stop with the dumb devil/ hell puns)

He loves it when someone roasts him back. Loves when people don't take themself too seriously and can keep up with his wackiness. It’s an instant green flag.

General Dating Energy:

Ends up taking people out for pizza, karaoke, or some grungy bar more than “fancy dinners.” He’s very upfront about that.

He treats dating apps like a mix of a joke and a challenge.

But sometimes, someone genuinely catches his attention.

Someone who can keep up with him while seeing a bit too much through him.

And then he panics, immediately fumbling hard by self-sabotaging. 

Would 100% be the guy to screenshot a funny conversation and send it to Lady/Trish with “See? I told you I’m good at this.”

Green Flag hcn: 

Very funny and charming in real life. His banter carries, but he also knows how to make someone relax and have a good time. A pretty honest and fun guy to go on a date with. 

Really good option if you are looking for something casual.

Red flag hcn:

Even though he is a grown ass man, he puts in his profile that he is still “Trying to figure out his dating objectives” or that he wants to “Let things flow, we don't need labels ;)”

Yes, he is afraid of commitment.

Amazing one-night stand, tho.

Vergil Sparda

How He Ends Up on the App:

Vergil would never willingly download Tinder or any other similar app. Dante installs it as a joke. His first instinct is to delete it. But after Dante tells him that he has Tinder too, his competitiveness and pride make him linger.

It is impressive the number of things you can make Vergil do if you hit the right buttons.  (Which is to imply that his brother could potentially be better at something than him.)

Profile pics:

One single pic. And this can unfold in two ways. 

Either is a very awkward headshot, plain background, caught mid-glare; it looks like a passport photo or a convict’s mugshot.

Or it's a candid photo that Trish or Dante took while he was reading a poetry collection, sitting elegantly, with a glass of scotch, he looks both intimidating and sharp. Very performative male meets Hugo Boss Model.

Either way, in both cases, his face card served and delivered. 

Bio:

At first, Dante would type it for him. 

“Honestly, god bless your soul if you wanna go out with this brooding, sword-maniac, antisocial asshole. But hey, he is 6’3. (His twin brother is much hotter and charismatic, btw. There is clearly a better option out there, but whatever, to each their own.)” 

It looks like sabotage, but it's just good-old-fashioned, brotherly bullying.

Needless to say, Vergil had to change it. 

Very straightforward and to the point. 

“Seeker of power. Practitioner of discipline. I am uninterested in frivolities. If you lack conviction, do not waste my time.”

Matches & Messages:

He refuses to swipe anyone. He thinks it's shallow and that it’s below him.

“Why would I lower myself to courtship in a marketplace of loneliness and desperation?”

Nero had to take the time to explain to him that that's not how it works. 

“It's just a way to meet new people”

“I do not need ‘new people’, I appreciate my solitude.”

“You can find people with similar interests to you. Books and stuff…”

“And how is that useful to me?”

“Shit, I dunno… I guess you can talk to them about poetry with anyone other than V.”

“Hmn… very well, then.”

He gets a lot of right matches, because I mean, look at him. 

When he matches, his message will most likely be: 

”I find this ritual beneath me"

To which, the other party should be just as straightforward with their intentions: 

"I understand. So, handsome, are you ’above’ going to grab some coffee with me tomorrow?"

"...Sure."

He gets fewer matches than Dante, but the ones he gets are way more serious

Example of his openers

“Let's get to the point.”

“I will not waste your time, so do not waste mine.”

“State your intentions”

“Are you interested in reading?” (If the answer is ‘no’, it’s an instant unmatch.)

You can say whatever you want about Vergil, and most would be valid. But at least he is direct and honest, so no mental gymnastics or games that keep you second-guessing if he is interested. 

(Yes, the bar is in hell)

If he dislikes you, he makes it abundantly clear, maybe a bit cruel, but clear nonetheless: 

“I will not entertain this further. Farewell.”  And never responds again.

This man will not sugarcoat anything at all, as he doesn’t believe in politeness for its own sake.

But now, if he is intrigued, instant response time and won't ever leave you unread. 

“Your profile seems… adequate. Would you be interested in discussing the works of poets such as William Blake?”

Punctilious grammar, always full sentences, no emojis. Very blunt, might look rude to most. 

Comes off as intimidatingly formal, like he’s writing correspondence in the 1800s.

Who swipes him right?:

Gothic girls projecting a Byronic hero.

Literature majors.

Masochist, in general. 

“I can fix him."

General Dating Energy:

If he ever does end up going on a date, it's a calm, austere place. Bookshops, tea rooms, secluded gardens, all that jazz. 

He listens intently but rarely talks about himself. Dodges most personal questions. If you ever go on a date with this man, you might have to do 85% of the talking. 

I feel that Vergil would be intrigued by someone clever, witty, and who doesn’t flinch at his intensity or oddities. 

If the date feels pointless and shallow, he will end it swiftly. “This interaction has been sufficient. Goodbye.”

To Dante’s horror, Vergil does pull impressive matches

“What?! You got who?! Way out of your league, Verg.”

“I find this ‘app’ especially improper for someone like me. It's just merely an act of shallow presentation for courting.”

“Whatever, man. If it doesn't work out, tell them you have a brother.”

“...No.”

He would delete the app eventually; he would ultimately be repelled by the shallowness of it. But I'd like to think that at least one person got under his skin in that short period of time. And that person will not be forgotten.

Green Flag hcn:

I mentioned it before, straightforward; no lovebombing, no saying that they love you and then ghost you the next day, forget about “They like me or they like me not”. Nothing of that effect, he knows what he wants, will make those boundaries abundantly clear and won't play around with it. 

Some might say that his over-formality and his antique way of speaking are “gentlemanly” or “knightly”. I'd leave that opinion up to the one on a date with him. 

Red flag hcn:

I mean… Self-explanatory, really. 

I love the guy, really. Vergil, my number one problematic fav, but gee, where do I start?

If this is post-DMC5, at least he is on his redemption path… right?

Nero Sparda

How did he get the app?:

Most normal about it. Unlike Dante or Vergil, he downloads it himself, probably after being single for a while. 

Goes all in. Downloads Every. Single. One.

Tinder, Hinge, OkCupid, Bumble, Boo, even Her. (Had to uninstall it after realising that it was a lesbian app.)

Pretends it's not serious, but he hopes to find someone cool, not only a one-night stand.

Profile Pics:

Has the most pics of the bunch. Very gym bro, biker vibes.

First pic of him trying to look tough; mirror selfie, flexing arm muscles with sunglasses inside. It’s a little blurry and has awful lighting. He wanted to look cool and badass, but he looks dorky. It is kinda endearing, tho. 

A workout pic in his gym-garage, showing his devil bringer and covering his face with his phone.

A group photo, at a party or a club with friends. A bit drunk while smiling. He looks really handsome.

Somewhere in the bunch, there is a pic of him, fixing his bike or his van. It is poorly framed, and you see more of the vehicle than him. But he looks sweaty and hot, so...

The last pic is a candid photo of him while hanging out on a couch with friends. Nico or Kyrie (if they broke up but kept being friends) snaps it mid-laugh. He thinks it's dumb, but he keeps it because the girls insisted. Turns out it’s the one people like most.

Bio:

A lot of failed attempts. 

“Full-time hunter, part-time mechanic, I like my music loud and my schedule wrecked. I'm not good with this whole bio thing. Swipe right if you think I look cool or smth”

He comes out a little prickly. So he tried again.

“I like my girl like I like my food and cars. Fast and cheap, wait a second, that sounded better in my head–”

Then he tried again

“I look like a dick, but I swear I´m chill.”

And again:

“I can… fix your car… if you want?”

And ultimately. Just plain and simple. 

“I don't know, man. I give up.”

Matches & Messages:

Very picky, swipes left on almost everyone. 

Had swiped people next to Nico for a second opinion.

“Oh! Her is definitely a yes. She looks hella hot.”

“You say that because she looks like you, Nico…”

“Yeah, and...?”

Nico ended up getting frustrated because Nero was so indecisive and picky that she just took his phone and started swiping everyone right. Nero had to chase her through her workshop. 

Gets mostly swiped right by people:

Into punk/rock aesthetics.

Who thinks his arm is cool (75% of his chats start with questions about his arm)

People who are into his dorky, but cool and genuine charisma. 

His first messages are a bit awkward and stiff. 

“Hey… uh, what’s up?”

“I'm bad at this, but you seem cool.”

Not great at conversations either.

“Hey! Are you into cars?”

“No, not really.”

“Oh well… um… Fuck.”

Then he panics and vanishes from the chat.

He might start clumsily, but he eventually warms up. End up being a pretty nice and sweet guy. 

Swears a lot in chat, but softens if the person seems sweet. Quick replies, unless he’s out hunting, in which case he forgets and double-texts later with: “Sorry, was busy. Long story.”

General Dating Energy:

Casual and fun dates. Doesn't believe in overcomplicating it. Pizza, a burger joint or an arcade.

Always nervous before every date. Tries to play it cool, but asks the group chat more than once if he looks neat. 

Comes across awkward at first, because he is so nervous and not the smoothest talker, but it actually lands as authentic and endearing.

Gets more matches than he expected. He’s embarrassed, though, and hides it when Dante teases him.

“Look at him go, here comes our womaniser!”

“Shut up, Dante.”

If the date’s good, he plays it off casual, but internally, he’s burning and replaying every detail in his head. 

Most likely to be one of the bunch that dating apps worked for him, and he ended up meeting really cool people.

If not, he’ll just delete it after a few decent dates.

Green Flag hcn:

Honestly, A pretty chill and funny guy. Yes, maybe a bit awkward at first, but he has some sweet and romantic gestures:

Opens the door for you, carries heavy stuff, gives you his jacket if you are cold, drives you home, etc.

Red flag hcn:

He is a bit hot-headed and tends to overreact. The type that picks fights too easily.

Someone is bothering you? He’s already simmering. Someone cuts you off in line? He’s cursing them out. He sees some kind of injustice? He is making a scene. Even if there were better and more effective ways to handle the situation.

V Sparda

How did he get the app?:

I don't think V would openly look for a dating app. I mean, I don't think he likes the concept too much. However, he would be intrigued and more open than, for example, Vergil. 

Most likely someone sets his account up for him, like Nico(As a joke) or Trish (Not so much as a joke).

Doesn't see it as much as dating, more like an experiment.

Nevertheless, has the most aesthetic profile of the bunch.

Profile Pics:

One or two very good photos. Black and white, aesthetic. In a cathedral or next to a statue. Griffon on his shoulder (V had to bribe him to accept to pose.)

Think of Depeche Mode in 1988 at Charles Bridge in Prague.

Very goth, very cool looking and very staged. 

Another pic of him reading in a park, with Shadow on his side. It was a nice photo, but he had to delete it because people assumed that he was some rich guy who casually owned a black panther as a pet.

Bio:

Poetry, either a quote or his own. 

“I am fragmented, as I exist on merely pieces of life. Ink, silence and a restless soul. If you wish for noise, look elsewhere. If you wish for depth, by all means, tread carefully.”

Or smth like that, shit I don't know man I'm not a poet. 

Matches & Messages:

His profile is not as popular as Dante's, but he gets some good and loyal matches.

Gets right matches mostly by goths, artists and pretentious film majors who think they've found a “Tortured soul like them”  

A few people swiped right from curiosity alone. And some swiped ironically and ended up hooked. 

His opening lines are either a question or a poem he sent with no explanation. 

“Do you find comfort in the night’s tranquillity, or does its darkness haunt you?”

“Are you interested in the short stanzas of poetry or do you prefer to be immersed in long prose, such as one that a novella could grant you?”

His tone is very formal; not every line is poetry, but it has perfect grammar and punctuation. No emojis of any sort.

If you tease and play, he slips some of his dry and dark humour. 

Quite fast in his replies. Even if slightly uninterested. He gives people chances before retreating permanently.

General Dating Energy:

Like Vergil, he'll suggest quiet, atmospheric places: A library, a late-night cafe, a cemetery or a walk in the park in the evening. Both Shadow and Griffon are discreetly watching in the distance, trying their best not to intrude, but they have to be available if a demon appears somewhere, so V and his date could be protected. 

Great listener. He is soft-spoken and well-mannered.

Rarely eats much, more interested in conversation. Albeit, he might not talk much.

If he is interested in someone, he shows flashes of sly wit and warmth that catch people off guard. His hidden sense of humour is always a welcome surprise.

If people swipe right, they are either utterly captivated or leave immediately. No middle ground.

If the date goes well, expect Griffon to be extra annoying:

“Ooh, looks who is in love!”

I think that a dating app could work for V, but more as a way to find mates with similar interests rather than a full romantic contender. 

If it doesn't work for him, he would delete it, but he wouldn't regret his time spent there.

Green Flag hcn:

Excellent listener, asks questions and remembers everything. Gentle, thoughtful and very respectful, handles rejection the best, too.

Red flag hcn:

Cryptid, his answers are vague and (sometimes) so are his intentions.  There are times when you can't tell if he is into you, or if he is not or if he appreciates your company but only as a friend or if the eulogy that he is reciting to you means something, or he just narrated it because he thought the passage was neat.

Maybe not on the first date, but on the second and the ones that may follow, Griffon will interfere. And there is very little V could do about it. If you want to have V, you gotta learn to handle that annoying ass bird.

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He asked you, a new hire at the bar where Dante frequented. He had expected Sam – the usual bartender who served him at this hour, but no. It was you. Not that he was going to complain, you were pretty, but you looked young. Too young for him anyway.

You've heard from your coworker about Dante. He was a regular who usually ordered a strawberry sundae even though this wasn't a diner, but he frequented it here so much that the manager decided to add it to the menu. Preparing the dessert, you could feel the older man's gaze on you before looking back at the TV above the bar.

It made you wonder why he was glancing at you now and then. Did you have something on your uniform? Did your lipstick smudge when you went out on your fifteen-minute break to eat a sandwich?

Handing him his order, he thanked you with a grin, making you tilt your head to the side, curious as to why he was smiling.

"Thanks, doll." "Do you call all of the female staff here 'doll', or..." "Only the cute ones, and there aren't many female hires here, y'know, so you're a sight for sore eyes."

You flush at the compliment, not expecting it. Was he... Flirting with you? Deciding to shake it off, you scoffed softly.

"What? I'm serious, doll. You're pretty."

Dante continued, grinning as he saw the pink hue spreading through your face and ears. You were adorable.

"You don't get flirted with a lot, don't ya, sweetheart?" "Sweetheart..? Seriously?" "Yeah. And I'm betting, you're a sweet little angel, aren't ya?"

Dante teased, causing you to flush further, knowing what he meant by 'Sweet little angel'. He didn't have to know you were a virgin and a prude with no sexual experience whatsoever. He shouldn't.

But it was obvious in Dante's eyes—your innocent yet defiant behaviour towards his teasing and flirting was proof of it.

Maybe it was the alcohol—it was not—but Dante decided to do something he might either regret or enjoy later.

"Doll, are you free after your shift?" "I—yes..? I don't really go out after 1 AM. Why?" "Because I'm bringing you home tonight."

His confession surprised you, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He was taking you home with him?

"You're joking, right? I don't even know you. Stranger-danger and all." "Doll, I know you're old enough to use your cute little head, so use it. You can always say no, and I'll back off."

That was tempting. Saying no, but something inside you wanted to experience something. Anything, really.

You've kissed boys and dated before, sure. But the moment sex came into the mix? You always chickened out, telling yourself it wasn't the right time yet.

Throwing caution to the wind, you took a deep breath before looking back at Dante with a determined yet doubtful expression.

"I.. I'll go. But we go to my place. Not yours." "Alright, pretty girl."

Dante could feel your gaze on him for the rest of your shift, glancing at him while you tended other customers or while wiping the counter.

It was curiosity that made you agree, and he wasn't going to ruin his chances by acting like some creep. He didn't want that.

After your shift, you took off your bar uniform and changed back into your casual clothes, sighing in soft relief that you were finally clocking out.

Heading toward the back door, you were startled by Dante, who seemed to have been waiting for you.

Right. You really were going to do this.

"Don't tell me you forgot about me, doll." "I didn't, I just got startled." "Well, sorry for that then... I don't wanna seem like a threat to you, so we'll take this slow, hm?" "Okay..?" "Good, good. I'm Dante."

You answered back with your own name, Dante muttering it a couple of times, as if trying to get used to saying it.

"Mmm, you have a pretty face and a pretty name." "Thanks.." "No problem."

The silence following your conversation was awkward, but not unpleasant. Both of you walked towards your apartment, the building not too far from the bar, surprising Dante when he saw that it was just three blocks away from Devil May Cry.

"Well, hey, would you look at that." "Huh?" "You don't live far from me.. My shop is just about three blocks that way." "You own that Devil May something shop?"

You ask, Dante snorting softly at your attempt to name his shop.

"It's Devil May Cry, and yeah. I own it, why?" "Nothing..."

You mumbled, looking away from him, your face getting covered by your hair.

You never thought that the hot, older guy you had seen around the block was the same scruffy man in front of you.

He looked different. But it wasn't a bad type of different. You couldn't admit it to yourself, but his scruffiness made him a bit hotter.

Going up to your apartment, you unlocked your front door before entering, letting Dante in along with you. Taking your shoes and coat off, you looked up at the man not too far from you, who was looking around your place.

"Neat place. You live alone?" "Yeah, I do.. I, uh, I don't really like sharing my space." "Ah, I see. So, uh..."

He trailed off, grinning smugly to cover his awkwardness, though the air was thick with it, along with the tension which had been building up since he teased you during your shift.

"Would you like some water..?" "Huh-?" "Water." "Oh, sure, I'd like that."

You walked over to your kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before handing it to Dante, your fingers gently grazing. Even if it was a short moment, it sent a shock through your body. Why did a small touch like that make you feel so warm inside? Were you okay?

As if Dante read your mind, he spoke, looking slightly concerned, but more curious.

"You good, doll?" "Oh- yes-! I- uhm, I'm fine.." "You seem red, are you sure you're fine?"

He started his teasing again, opening the water before taking a swig of it, some water dripping down his neck to the collar of his shirt—

It made you slap yourself mentally, telling yourself that you were supposed to be taking this slow, even if you had just invited a random hot man into your apartment.

Once Dante finished the water, he crushed the bottle before throwing it away. He turned back to you with a slight head tilt, seeing you zone out a bit.

He patted your cheek to get you out of your head, causing you to jump and blink up at him.

"You zoned out a bit there, sweetheart." "I- just.. I found you drinking water kind of hot." "Pfft– yeah?"

You blurted that out of impulse, admitting what you were thinking of to him. He didn't seem to mind it—no, Dante seemed intrigued by your slightly bolder behaviour.

"Are you trying to flirt with me, doll?" "What if I am?" "Continue with that and you'll find yourself under me getting fucked until you can't think of a proper sentence."

He murmured boldly, and your face burned as your eyes widened at the vivid description. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, heat building up in your lower abdomen from Dante's words alone.

God, were you so touch-starved that a simple confession like that made you wet?

The answer was yes, and you wanted to get railed in the way he just described. But you were so unsure of what to do or how to even start, which made this whole situation awkward for both of you.

Yet, Dante was patient. He didn't want to rush you, but he could see how your body reacted to his words. How you inhaled sharply, how your jaw clenched, and how you reeked of that sweet scent he probably won't be able to get enough of.

"Doll." "Y-yeah..?" "C'mere."

He led you to your couch, sitting down before pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle one of his thighs.

And holy shit, he was big. Bigger than you expected from this distance.

"Is this okay?" "Yeah- yeah, it is.." "Do you know how to kiss, sweetheart?" "I—"

You scoffed the second time this evening, the question offending you. Kind of.

"Of course, I know how to kiss!" "Do ya, doll? Because the way I kiss ain't sweet little kisses like those times with your little boyfriends." "Try me—"

With that, Dante grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you closer until both your faces were inches from each other, breaths mingling.

"Last chance to back out, doll." "I wanted this. Give it to me." "Alright, ya wanted it.."

He leaned in, pressing what seemed like a soft kiss at first, testing the waters with you. He soon darted his tongue out, sliding over your lip, surprising you slightly, and causing him to pull back.

But with him pulling back, you chased his lips. It made him lean back in, pressing a more heated kiss against your mouth, grunting at your eagerness.

You opened your mouth for him when he darted out his tongue this time, letting Dante slide his tongue in, a soft mewl leaving you when your tongue swirled with his.

Your hands moved from your lap to his shoulders, grounding yourself as you kissed him.

Tilting his head, Dante deepened the kiss, practically fucking his tongue into your mouth now, not letting you catch up as you tried. He was getting carried away. You just tasted so sweet.

He soon got a grip of himself, turning the kiss back into something you could handle. The small noises coming out of your throat were sending blood down to his dick, making it twitch in interest.

You squirming on his lap wasn't helping his situation either.

"Ya can grind against me, sweetheart.. come on, make yourself feel good."

He muttered against your lips, his free hand moving to your hip, helping you to properly rock your hips against his thigh.

"That's it... Atta girl." "Dante–" "I know, sweetpea, I gotcha."

The new pet name made your cheeks flush, reminding you that he was indeed still older than you. Continuing to kiss him clumsily, you whimpered against his lips again when you felt your clit rub just right against the hard seam of your jeans, your grip tightening around his shoulders.

"Fuck... That feels good, hm?" "Yeah—" "Keep doing that then, pretty girl." "Mmh.. Dante." "Yeah?" "Want it..."

You murmured, Dante's ears twitching at your words, knowing what you meant but still playing dumb. Too quick. You wouldn't be able to handle it, he told himself.

"Not yet, sweetheart." "Why-?"

You pouted against his lips, Dante holding out a smile at how adorable you were, begging for his cock.

He would've gladly given it to you now if he hadn't known you were inexperienced, but you were, and you probably were a virgin too.

"Gotta get your pretty pussy ready f'me first."

He picked you up by the back of your thighs, respectfully close to your ass before standing up. You immediately clung onto him like a koala, a small chuckle coming out of him.

"Where's your bedroom, doll?" "There.."

Bringing you to your bedroom, Dante gently placed you on the edge of your bed, making sure you were sitting before kneeling down between your legs.

"Gonna eat you out and fuck you with my fingers first before giving you my cock..."

He easily pulled your jeans down, leaving your panties on for now, seeing the pink polka dot material. He raised an eyebrow at you teasingly, probably because he expected you weren't planning to get laid tonight.

"Cute panties, sweetheart." "Shut up.." "Is that what you say to the man who's about to eat you out?" "I—no.. sorry." "Good girl."

The small praise made you want to clench your thighs together, but Dante was in the way. He soon slid your panties down, discarding—pocketing them into his pants—it along with your jeans.

Seeing your glistening slit was a sight to behold for him. Fuck, you were so wet.

He wanted to immediately delve into your cunt, ravage you until you came around his fingers and tongue, but he had to be patient.

"Dante, please—"

You pleaded impatiently as he continued to look at your pussy in a trance, your skin feeling hot in embarrassment for being so exposed.

"Sorry, sweetheart, you just look so..."

Finally moving forward, Dante flattened his hot tongue against your pussy lips, causing your hands to fly to his hair and grip onto it while your thighs closed around him.

He grunted softly at the action, knowing you weren't used to this just yet.

"Here, let me just.." "D–Dante—" "Shh, I know, pretty girl, but you need to spread your legs for me, so I can eat this pretty cunt out properly."

You listened, wanting to feel the pleasure, you spread your legs for him once more, giving him the space he needed between your legs to be comfortable.

He could feel how tense you were from how tightly you were holding onto his hair, and he wanted to soothe you, not tense you up.

"Babygirl, hold my hand. Come on, it'll be better than my hair.. unless you want me to go bald." "Pfft—"

You couldn't hold in your giggle, loosening up at his joke, and your grip loosened from his hair, taking his hand instead. He was right—it did feel better. And it grounded you from the thoughts you were having.

Warm hand, ragged breaths against your mound, and Dante. You could do this.

Once he felt like you were more relaxed, he squeezed your hand before speaking softly.

"Let go of my hand if you feel too overwhelmed, mmkay? We'll take as long as you like, but I'm going to leave you a crying mess around my cock by the end of this night."

That promise from him left you gaping, looking at him with a flushed expression.

He was going to leave you a crying mess around his cock by the end of the night.

You just nodded gently, not being able to speak before Dante delved back into eating you out.

He gently darted his tongue out once more, spreading your slit as he licked up from your hole to your pudgy nub.

The sensation was toe-curling, the feeling of getting head for the first time overwhelming you, but you didn't let go of Dante's hand—instead you only squeezed, making him hum softly.

He went slow, getting you used to everything, watching you whimper and writhe while he slurped and messily made out with your cunt. Dante tested your limits, checking what made you squeal and whine.

Once you were a writhing and sloppy mess, and your walls were spasming around his tongue, he pulled away, his hand that was holding your thigh moving to wipe his lips.

"Wh–why'd you stop-?" "You were gonna cum, sweetheart. I need to tease you somehow, hm?"

He grinned, tilting his head and leaning against your thigh.

Dante waited for you to cool down before going back with the same intensity, the feeling building up your orgasm once more, not being able to hold it in.

You squealed whilst squeezing his hand tightly, squirting on his face as whimpering moans left you.

"That's it, just—fuck, this is so hot.."

He groaned, lapping up your release, his erection painfully aching in his pants, but he ignored it. He was going to focus on your pleasure before his.

The mere fact that he made you squirt almost made him cum in his pants like a teenager.

When you came down from your high, he gently tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance.

"You okay, sweetheart?" "Y—yeah, I just, wow." "This your first time coming this hard?" "I–I.. yeah." "Good, because I'm about to give you three more before you can tap out. Can you handle that?"

The question burned into your brain. Three times. Three hard orgasms.

You only managed to nod, earning a smile and a soft "atta girl" from him before he moved away from your messy cunt, and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

Dante started undressing, taking his shirt off first, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. Your eyes trailed from his slightly hairy chest down to his V-line, seeing the happy trail and a distinct vein before seeing the massive tent in his pants.

"Like what you see, doll?" "Mhm.." "All shy and sweet for me now after I made you cum?" "What, no—shut up.." "Ah, there she is."

He chuckled when your brows furrowed and you huffed. It was cute to rile you up and embarrass you. The pink tinting of your cheeks was just too satisfying to see.

Then, he started undoing his belt, discarding it into the small pile of clothes. He soon unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and taking them off, leaving him in his boxer briefs which were strained from his erection.

Your thighs clenched and a whimper came out of your throat the moment he pushed his boxer briefs down, revealing his cock—thick and long, with a reddish tip—which was already pebbling precum at the tip.

"That won't fit—" "It will, sweetheart, I promise... We'll go slow."

He reassured you and soothed you by rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Dante then started grinding himself against your folds, lubricating himself with your juices. His tip was hitting your clit, causing you to gasp out softly at the pressure. Once he was fully covered in your slick, he positioned his tip at your entrance only to remember about condoms.

"Fuck.." "What is it-?" "I didn't bring any condoms with me." "Do me raw... I— I take birth control." "Are you sure, sweetheart?" "Y-yeah, I—I want it, Dante."

You pulled him closer, determined to get fucked tonight, your brain hazy with pleasure. That needy look in your eyes was going to be the death of him at this point, his thoughts filled with being able to fuck this sweet thing raw.

"Fuck, fuck, okay, shit—"

He was muttering to himself before finally pushing in slowly, having to close his eyes tightly from how good your tight heat was squeezing him even if it was only the tip inside.

You were holding onto him desperately, clawing Dante's back as he pushed his cock further into you until he finally bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix.

Dante was panting, because fuck, if it didn't feel good to be inside such a tight cunt after a shitty day at work. He was on cloud nine with the feeling of your pulsing pussy getting used to the stretch of his length.

"Dante—" "I know, baby, I know.."

He kissed your forehead once more, seeing your face contorting in both pleasure and discomfort. Dante made sure to not move much to let you get comfortable with his cock.

The moment you gave him the green light, panting a soft "move", he complied. Moving slowly, he pulled his hips back before snapping back gently.

It made your toes curl. You've never felt something so good, your pussy sucking Dante's cock with every gentle thrust.

"Nnghh—" "That feels good, don't it, sweetheart? Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

He whispered almost sweetly, panting against your ear as he held onto your thighs. His pace got more intense once you got used to him, soft moans leaving your lips with every thrust, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You were babbling at this point, cockdrunk and pliant for him. It was one hell of a sight that ignited something in Dante.

"This pussy's mine now, right? No other man will have this pussy but me, doll?" "Mnhm-! Only yours." "Good, good, because I'm gonna breed this little hole full of my cum. Is that okay?"

He asked, flustering you. You hadn't thought about him coming inside, but now that he mentioned it, you wanted him to do that. So, you just nodded.

"Perfect— you're so beautiful like this, doll... fucked out and soft."

Dante moved one of your legs, pushing it up and slinging it over his shoulder so he could go deeper, your vision going white as you pathetically moaned.

He then moved his free hand to your clit, rubbing the neglected nub roughly, timing it perfectly with his movements.

That was your undoing, screaming his name as you came around his dick, your cunt spasming around him, milking him for his orgasm.

"Gonna cum in this pussy, make you mine, fuck, fuck—" "Dante, fuck–!"

Soon, spurts of hot cum filled your insides, painting your walls white. Your thighs were trembling as Dante's softening cock stayed inside you. Your back was arched off the bed, nails digging into his sweaty skin, and it was perfect.

By the time you recovered, you were still a panting mess, and Dante was already pulling out which made you whine.

"Would you look at that— good lord.. your pussy's perfect, dripping with my cum." "Again.. I wanna go again." "Really now? You liked my cock that much? Want me to breed you into the bed?"

His dirty talk made your cunt clench, more cum coming out of your used hole which made his dick twitch again, getting hard at the sight.

"Shit, okay, doll, you asked for it."