harp !!

Summary: You disobey an order from Chris at work, which could've led to life-threatening consequences. You try to seduce him at home, but he has other ideas. Tags: Implied younger reader, RE8 Chris, rough sex, mating press, uses of 'Captain', HEAVY BREEDING KINK, spanking, punishment, spitting, degrading, mentions of lactation, breast milk consumption. A/N: Fuckass situationship strikes again. If you like this fic, I'll give you his address so you can send flowers as a thank you. UHH idk what else to say other than I'm ovulating. Shout out to @/redroud1 for the dividers.

→ Nero (dmc5) X fem, afab!reader

→ smut

→ On the way back to the Devil May Cry office you and Nero take a (not so) short pit stop.

→ wc: 2.4k

→ my first actual dmc fic guys, and it's with the goat Nero !

The sound of soft groans reverberates from the confines of the car, bouncing off the walls of the cramped interior. Nero's lips were soft against yours, moving in tandem and fuelled with need. His hands slipped under your shirt to feel the warm skin of your back, tracing up your spine— up, down, up, down.

Despite the roughened nature of his work, his touch was all gentle; enough to make you melt against him like ice cream on a hot day. His lips like sugar, irresistible against yours. No doubt it was the same on his end.

How this happened, you couldn't say. You picked him up from his place, and the atmosphere became the usual array of jokes and banter between the two of you. But things took a more heated turn at some point, now Nero had you pinned to his lap on the backseat, legs bracketing his hips. The warmth of his sword-calloused palms soaked into your skin, fueling your need for Nero more than ever.

With your hips that seemed to have a mind of their own, they carelessly rutted against him to feel the shameless rising bulge pressing against your thigh, your core easily getting soaked from this alone.

“They're waiting for us back at the office.” He murmurs between kisses, though he doesn't seem that urgent about the matter.

“We've got time.” You mutter swiftly, almost desperately as you were just as equally addicted to his lips as he was to yours; it didn't take him much convincing to keep them in their position.

“Shit, yeah, we do.”

The hot kisses shared lasted longer, including the touches that lingered near the button of your pants and clasp of your bra. All before he growled with burning intensity:

“Off.”

Paired with a sharp tug on the hem of your shirt, pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. In turn, you immediately compiled without another word, your bra-clad top half exposed to the demon hunter’s gaze; his already darkening further with need as his fingers slid north as they twitched against the fabric of the lace next.

“This too, unless you want me to rip it off.” He comments once more, more like a command than a request.

Your bra follows your shirt to somewhere within the confines of the vehicle, wasting no time at all as the swell of your chest is now offered to his hungry gaze.

“Hell yeah.” A devilish smirk spreads across Nero's lips before they attach themselves to your neck; sticking heated kisses and nips to the flushed skin all the while his rough hands cupped your breasts.

A soft moan spilled forth from your throat as you instinctively arched your chest forward into his warm palms for more.

“Fuck, Nero, i—”

He shushed you with one more nip of his sharp canine, joining the marks already littered on your flesh.

“I know, just can't get enough of you, sweetheart.” Nero grinned, moving back up to slot his lips over yours once more— this time with more intensity and desire with his tongue already teasing at your bottom lip to seek for entrance.

His calloused digits tugged lightly at your nipples, producing a gasp from you, giving him the moment he needed to slip between your parted lips. With one hand fondling your breast, the other slides its way down your torso tantalisingly slow.

All the way until he reaches the waist of your jeans, Nero wastes no time flicking open the button and tugging down the zip so there was enough room to shove his hand beneath to rub you through your panties. The denim bulged with the additional stretch has his fingertips deftly found your already swollen clit.

The action causes you to moan suddenly against his lips, feeling him smirk as he pulls away, not forgetting to gently tug on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“You like that, huh?” He questions with an air of arrogance around him, the wet patch soaking your panties sends a throb right to his cock. The fact that it was him who got you this wet and needy, nobody else but him.

“Yeah— I do.” You breathe out, lips slick and kiss-bitten, his fault. Though he wasn't done with his mouth; returning to the skin of your neck, along the expanse of your shoulder and down, down, down to your chest.

The hot cavern of his mouth enclosed around an already sensitive nipple, another shuddering noise from you bounced off the enclosed space. Nero's tongue flicked at the bud until it became a hardened peak against the wet muscle.

One of your hands planted itself on the back of his head, finding a home to try and grip into the roots of his snow white hair. He popped off your nipple, right before making work of the other— the slicked skin left exposed to the cold air already sending prickles along your flesh.

“Oh!—”

The digits already accommodated in your pants move to stuff themselves in your panties, already thumbing at your clit; the action strung pleasure along your nerves from the texture of his bare digit against you, causing a choked sound to spill from your lips.

That noise let itself grow in volume as two of his fingers came to stroke along your slit, gathering the wetness formed before sinking inside of you with a blissful stretch, no warning; with a jolt, your nails sunk into the fabric of his shirt for stability.

Even with your eyes closed shut in bliss, there was no doubt that Nero had that self-satisfied smirk on his face, one that you wanted to wipe clean off. Although the sensation of his fingertips petting your insides stopped you.

"Oh I know, it feels good, huh?”

God, he was such a cocky bastard. Unfortunately it didn't stop you from riding his fingers and eliciting sweet sounds every time he easily pressed against that sweet spot inside you.

“Ngh—! Sh—shut it…”

Through gritted teeth your weak threat got through, though not before melting away with a particularly rough jab to your g-spot. Your hips traitorously jerked forward with each sensation, much to Nero's satisfaction.

“C'mon, is that anyway to talk to the guy that's currently getting you so loud?”

You didn't have to look at his expression to feel the hubris radiating off his person, already sporting a grin, it was irritating how hot you found it; knowing how much your pleasure fed his ego.

The hand upon your hip kept you going, even when embarrassingly wet squelches made themselves known every time his fingers buried themselves to the hilt inside your wanting pussy.

His lips slotting over yours only added fuel to the flames of bliss licking up your spine, your eyes screwing shut as you let yourself indulge him with your moans and whines travelling directly into his waiting mouth.

Nero had already gotten you so close almost scarily quick with just his fingers and a couple of kisses. But when it was this good, who were you to care? All of your focus was currently on the spreading warmth within your abdomen; it was so close, you were so close.

“Go on, come.” He whispered between fiery kisses. “I can tell you're close, leaking all over me like crazy.”

Your while being tightened, a tremble taking over as your body prepared itself for the onslaught of euphoria that was about to wash over, needily clamping down on his fingers until one final hit to your g-spot made you shatter with a wanton sound that was almost enough to have him coming himself— almost.

He worked you through your high, digits still working themselves until they were soaked and your body slumped against him with a heaving chest. Your skin was already coated in a thin sheen of sweat, even from just his fingers.

“You good?” Nero prompts the question in a tone that was much softer compared to earlier. It almost made your heart beat out of your chest from the switch up just to check in on you.

“Yeah, I'm good.” You respond, currently with your face tucked into the crook of his neck and inhaling his delectable scent; warm and musky, wrapping around you like a blanket that was so Nero.

“Good, cause, I got somethin’ I could use your help with.”

The immediate change in tone practically gave away what he was in need for, in fact, it was currently pressed right against your thigh. You leaned back, drinking in his appearance; lips swollen and wet from your kisses, spiked hair more tousled than usual from your tugging and pulling.

“Oh? Pray tell, what would that be?”

Using a feign of indifference, using a hand to card through his hair. Nero huffed in half amusement, half hunger as he took that hand and guided your hand downwards. Another smirk gracing his lips as your palm came flush to the raging erection he currently had— all because of you.

“I think you know.”

With a hum as a reply, you palm at him through his pants, watching with satisfaction as his grin melts with the rest of his expression into pleasure. His hips let themselves rut into your touch, Nero's own hand coming atop yours to deliver more pressure where he needed it most.

“Fuck, c'mon, don't tease.”

He groans lowly, beckoning your hand to the button of his pants. It was like a relief when your deft digits popped it open, then coming to unzip his fly; all the while his cock throbbed at the proximity of your pussy just being right there, all for him.

Gripping the front of his shirt, he tugged off his shift and threw it without caring when it landed, just in time for your fingers to curl around the waistband of his boxers and pull down until his cock was free. A grunt quickly followed as you didn't shy away from wrapping your hand around him and stroking him, the pad of your thumb rubbing quick circles to his leaky tip.

Your eyes were busying themselves roaming over his bare torso, the definition of his abdomen, muscles straining from the pleasure— you just wanted to take a bite, he looked so delicious.

Nero's hands had a hold on your hips, the closeness so much that he could feel your pussy right against him, causing a moan to slip from his throat. He took your wrist, making you come to a halt.

“Enough,” He growled low in your ear “Need your pussy, right now.”

You were more than happy to oblige, finally removing your pants and panties in one smooth motion and bracing your hands on his shoulders as you lined yourself up with the wet tip of his cock. His pupils had swallowed the icy blue colour of them as he watched and waited in anticipation, guiding you down onto him with a trembling breath.

The sensation of your walls clinging to him so tightly was pure heaven, something a quarter-demon such as himself thought he'd never get to taste. Soon, your skin was flush against each other; pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest, face to face.

“Shit, you feel good.”

Both of you moaned in unison when your hips started rocking themselves back and forth in the most wanting, needy way possible. It was so perfect, more than even, his cock pressing against your sweet spot so effortlessly and your clit gaining friction from his skin against it.

After letting yourself feel the stretch of him, then you really got to work, riding in properly as you lifted until just his tip remained against you, then slamming down and repeating his trembling abandon again and again.

The windows of your car were more than fogged, the vehicle most likely rocking from the frenzy of movements within it. You and Nero weren't shy about being loud, the symphony mixing together so nicely.

“Mph— that's it, fuck, that's it sweetheart. Don't you dare stop now.” Nero let out in a throaty groan, his expression the perfect picture of euphoria with his lips parted and brows pinched together.

“Won't stop, c—can’t.” You whimpered back, your body moving like it would be the last thing you'd ever do. Nero's lips crashed into yours, tongue immediately swirling with yours and creating a filthy mess of spit and wanton moans from both you and him.

His hips bucked up into you, moving like a well oiled machine to hit that mind-melting spot until your pussy leaked more slick all over his cock. The two of you were so close together, both in proximity and orgasms. It was coiled low in your abdomen, waiting for the perfect moment to release the bliss you'd been craving.

“Come for me, fucking come for me right now.” Nero demanded, working harder for both of your highs to come to you, his hold on your becoming so tight it could leave marks. It was clear each of you had lost control, now just mindlessly doing what your bodies wanted you to do.

“I—I'm gonna—!”

“So am i, fuck!”

In unison, your highs hit, crashing over like angry waves in a storm at sea. It took hold and doused you two in intense pleasure, riding it out. You called out his name, Nero moaned and stuffed his face into your shoulder.

Nero slumped against the seat as you went slack against him, his cock softening in your come-painted walls. Your own heart was rapidly beating in time with his own, intertwined in the best way possible.

The vehicle created a comfortable silence, only filled by the combined heavy breathing that was slowly beginning to even out. The devil hunter gently swept back your damn locks, taking in your flushed, blissed out face.

“You okay?” He asks, his own form just as sweaty as yours.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Yeah.”

Nero delivered a peck right between your brows, a hand gently rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion as you floated down from your shared high. You melted into him even more, returning the affections with a kiss to his jaw.

“How are we going to explain this to them at the office? We were supposed to be there a while ago.”

He pondered, flicking through any believable excuse he could find.

“Flash-rain?”

“Nero, it's sunny outside.” You deadpanned, only before slipping into a smile because of how silly his idea sounded. He laughed with you, forehead pressing against yours.

“You got any better ideas, genius?”

“I've got nothing, I think we'll just have to take a complaint from Dante.”

Leon was deep in sleep, his face half buried in the pillow and hair a mess.

Naturally, you took this as a personal invitation to mess with him.

You slipped your makeup bag open, giggling silently as you traced a curly, dramatic mustache over his lip. You didn’t stop there, you added little pink hearts on his cheekbones and dusted his eyelids with the sparkliest glitter you owned.

He looked like a hungover princess. It was the best thing you had ever seen.

You were just leaning in to snap a picture for the group chat when his hand suddenly slid around your waist. With one swift tug, he pulled you down onto his chest, burying your face against him.

“Wh’re you…going?” he mumbled, his so voice deep and raspy from sleep.

“Leon! let go, I’m busy” you squeaked, trying not to look at his face because the mustache was sending you.

He hummed squeezing you tighter “You smell so good baby. Stay”

He finally blinked his eyes open, squinting at you. You watched the exact second he realised something was wrong. He felt the sticky gloss on his lips and saw a stray piece of pink glitter fall onto the pillowcase.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and then he saw himself in the mirror.

Leon froze. He leaned in closer, his jaw dropping as he squinted at the shimmering pink hearts. He poked his own cheek and then traced the curly ink mustache with a look of pure disbelief.

“Is this…” he started, his voice cracking slightly. He looked back at you, then back at the mirror, then back at you.

“Am I…sparkling? Why am I sparkling?”

You lost it. You fell back against the pillows, howling with laughter, clutching your stomach.

“Oh, you think it’s a joke?” Leon said, the confusion melting into a mischievous glint in his eyes. He didn’t even try to wipe it off. Instead, he let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Baby!”

He suddenly lunged onto you and started to aggressively cuddle you. He began rubbing his face all over yours, his ink mustache against your cheek and his glittery eyelids against your forehead.

“Leon! stop! you’re getting glitter on me!” you shrieked, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

“Nope” he popped the ‘p’, pinning you down and grinning like a dork. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me. You’re gonna have a mustache by the time I’m done with you”

He started peppering your whole face with messy, sticky gloss kisses, making sure to smear the pink hearts onto your skin.

“Look at us” he whispered, hovering over you, his face a disaster of makeup and his eyes full with that soft, clingy love. “We’re the prettiest pair in the house”

Out of all the things you couldn't keep yourself from when it came to Leon was his muscles, specifically his biceps. They were just so big and bulky, it was hard not to sink your teeth into them.

At times, it's been out of nowhere. It could be a quiet night in the living room Infront of the TV. Leon could be half asleep when he'd feel your teeth bite into the corded muscle.

The man was used to it, giving a sigh and just letting you do your thing.

"Again, gorgeous?"

"Mhmm."

You'd hum in answer, just enjoying the physique of your lover before detatching yourself from him and pressing a kiss to his scruff.

"Didn't realise I was your new chew toy."

Other times would be when he had you beneath him, on all fours as he rutted into you; fingers circling your twitchy bundle of nerves. It was as if your mind was seeping from your ears from the overwhelming pleasure running through your veins.

So blissed out, when Leon's arm came around in a headlock— not too hard but firm— your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the meat of his bicep, moaning into the skin as the head of his cock slammed to nicely against your g-spot.

"mhh— always bitin' me, so damn good for me."

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