Sub!Model!Dante x FemDom!Reader
A/N: no proofread because?????
Strutting down the runway, your husband, Dante, flashes off his pearly whites as he throws his jacket over his shoulder and poses at the end of the runway. His broad shoulders and well-built abs being shown off to the viewers as he turns on his heel and begins to walk away. As Dante reaches the middle of the runway, he quickly turns his attention to you, blowing you a soft kiss and giving you a small wink as he makes his way to the back area.
“Holy shit! did you see that..! it would be such a dream to have that kind of attention from THE Dante Sparda himself..!“ One of the viewers next to you speaks, excitement in her voice as she squeals at Dante's attention towards you. “Oh god! I mean.. just look at that chest of his..! and his abs... and his-” She stops talking as soon as she feels your hand reach up and softly squeez her shoulder.
“I think that's enough out of you.” You say in a cold tone. To be honest, you can't get mad at her for talking about Dante like that while next to you. Your relationship with the model has been kept as a secret for quite some time, and to be fair, you two don't really plan on making it public any time soon. But her constant rambles and thirsting over your property has definitely got you all worked up.
You stand up from your seat and make your way on to the back stage, when all of a sudden, a guard comes up and blocks your path. “Sorry miss. Only staff and other models are allowed back here, I'm afraid you'll have to return to the show-” Just as the guard places his hand on your shoulder, Dante's voice could be heard behind the guard.
“Hey don't worry, she's with me. Let her through.” Dante says with a smile, his pretty and shoulder-length shining from the lights above as he softly chuckles at the interaction between you and the guard. The guard opens his mouth to speak, but he sees Dante's smile and your cold gaze. He sighs before moving his hand away and allowing you to walk next to Dante.
You and Dante walk through the back area together, passing by other models and staff workers. "So..? what did you think of my performance..? I totally got the most attention out of every other model in this place...” Dante says with a soft chuckle before he notices your cold mood. “Hey babe.. is everything alri-” *Dante places his hand on your shoulder just to have it slapped away and his sentence to be cut off.
“You know exactly what you were doing in there.. oh god.. and the comments that all the women were making about you... I can't stand it..” There was anger in your voice as you stopped walking and turned to look at Dante, a scowl on your face. Dante seemed surprised at your sudden aggression as he lifts his hands up in defeat. “Okay.. okay relax babe.. I get it.. but I mean, it's my job.. I can't really control how I am on the runway..” Dante says as he puts his hands into his pockets and sighs.
A sigh also leaves your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Suddenly an idea pops into your head and you grab Dante's hand, you drag Dante and reach the front, noticing the empty runway and place in general, the only person being around seemingly only being the guard, who wasn't even paying attention to the place.
A dark smile stretches on to your lips as you walk onto the runway, dragging Dante along with you, the sound that could be heard was your softly giggling and you and Dante's footsteps, Dante looks up at you with a confused look and raises one of his eyebrows.
“Uh.. baby...? what are you plann-” Dante immediately gets his sentence cut off as he feels your lips press against his, a lowly chuckle escapes him as he kisses you back, his arms wrapping around your waist as your own hands rest on his broad and exposes shoulders. Your fingers begin to slowly drag down and playfully mess with his belt.
Dante pulls away from the kiss, heavy pants leaving him as he looks down at your fingers, a soft whimper leaving his throat as he pulls himself against you and nuzzles into your neck, softly kissing your skin before he whispers into your ears. “Oh m-mistress.. you're so lucky the show ended a while ago..”
He says with a soft chuckle before he pushes you forward and lands on top of you, straddling your hips as you lay on the runway. One of Dante's hands reach down for his belt and begins to unbuckle it, throwing it away and off the runway before pulling his pants off and also throwing them aside, revealing that, he was not in fact, wearing any underwear.
Dante's leaking and hard cock lightly slaps against his abdomen as he looks down at you with pleading eyes. “Oh dear.. look at what you've made me mistress... seems you really are gonna have to help me now..”
Dante crawls forward before he suddenly gets pushed over, with you now on top of him. “Seriously Dante..? since when did you get to tell me what to do..?” You raise an eyebrow down at him as there's a hint of tease in your voice while your arms cross over your chest. Dante looks up at you with a sudden shocked look and begins to panic. “N-no! I'm sorry ma'am! it's just.. with this modeling job... I haven't been able to see you as often.. and I've been aching for your touch..” Dante gives you puppy dog eyes as his body shakes beneath you.
“I-... I even t-touched myself... without your permission.. I-I'm sorry ma'am..!” Dante gives you an ashamed look before placing his hands flat on the runway floor and shakily sighs. Your face wasn't filled with disappointment, but it wasn't surprised either as your hands reach down and begin to trace your fingers over Dante's cock. A soft moan escapes Dante as he throws his head back and grips the floor.
Your hand begins to wrap around Dante's length before softly stroking up and down, Dante's hair begins to stick to his forehead from his sweat. Dante's eyes begin to slightly roll back as his hands reach up and grasp your thighs, his nails digging into your skin as his breath grows heavier and heavier as your hand moves faster and faster.
“Oh fuck! oh fuck! yesyesyes!! augh!! your touch.. is incomparable to... anything else..!” Dante begins to slightly arch his back as he throws his head back to your touch. Your hand begins to stroke Dante's cock harder and faster, causing his legs to twitch and his moans to grow louder in the empty runway room.
You reach down and grab the back of Dante's head with your free hand, pulling him into a kiss as he softly whimpers and moans into your lips. “Ngh! yesyesh!” His words start to become slurred as his hands hold on to your waist. “Oh you make me- ngh! oh you make me feel so- ah! yes! so good...!” Dante feels the pleasure becoming too overwhelming as his legs twitch uncontrollably.
“Oh ma'am! ma'am! you're... you're gonna make me.. you're gonna make me...-! I'm gonna...-!” Dante feels his climax right around the corner, but just before he releases, you pull your hand off of his cock and pull away from the kiss. Soft whimpers and whines leave Dante's lips as he grasps your waist tighter and pulls you into a hug.
“No! no! ma'am! please? please let me cum.. please..? please!?” Dante pulls away from the hug and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, tears falling down his cheeks as he begs for his release. "I'll be a good boy! such a good boy for you! you- you just need to let me cum! let.. let me cuummm!!!!”
Dante begs and begs and begs, unable to stop as his cock twitches and leaks pre-cum on to his abdomen and some on his thighs as he lets out choked sob after choked sob. “Hmm.. fine.. since you've begged so nicely...” You say with a sigh before your hand wraps back around Dante's sensitivity cock and begin to stroke back up and down. Dante's legs begin to twitch again as he lets out a breathless moan.
“Oh yes! thank you! thank you so m-much mistress...!” Dante falls back to the runway floor, his back arching and his eyes rolling into the back of his head again as his hands hold on to your hips.
Dante looks back up at you in awe, almost as if he just saw his favorite person in the whole wide world before he bites his bottom lip and his body writhes around. “Oh god mistress! I'm gonna..! you're gonna make me..! c-cumming...!! ngghaaaaa!!”
Dante cries out as his fingernails begin to dig into your thighs, his back arching so much that he nearly has you falling off his hips and his eyes rolling back so much that he looks possessed as his cum spurts out in think white ropes, landing on his abdomen and your hand.. with some of his seed even landing on the floor, Dante lets out a heavy sigh as his high subsides and he gives you a small chuckle.
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