ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dante x Fem!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
❃°•°❀°•°❃ Warning: Smut, Explicit Language, Oral, Choking, Creampie ❃°•°❀°•°❃
I haven’t written anything in 3 years, go easy on me.
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Dante had met you a few short months ago, at a bar in the quieter part of the city. And by met, I mean exchanged maybe three words and some eye contact here and there.
He enjoyed seeing the different short dresses you’d choose every Friday night when you came here with your friends. Every week, he’d almost build the courage to talk to you, wanting to say more than his simple hey, and hello. Then, some wall would go up in his head to make him change his mind. Enzo loved to make him fun of him for it, mainly because Dante never has had any issues speaking to women until you.
Dante did worry about getting rejected in-front of all your friends, that would definitely bump down his very high ego. And, in all honesty, he really wanted it to just be you when he makes his move, he doesn’t want them budding in.
It’s another Friday night, Dante is sitting at his normal spot in the corner of the bar with Enzo and some other guy he has already forgot the name of. There you are, hair falling off your shoulders as you laugh, and a tight red dress is hugging your hips. Your legs are crossed, your black heels complimenting the dress perfectly.
You decided to sit at the bar today, which you and your friends usually don’t do. But tonight, it’s just you and Jen. Everyone else was busy, had last minute things going on, but the two of you wanted to get out like usual. You really enjoyed having a few drinks and talking about life with your friends. Wearing cute outfits, and putting effort into your appearance was of course a plus to it all.
Of course you’d noticed the pretty boy that loves to have his eyes on you. Your whole group had noticed, even saying they were jealous.
“He’s so dreamy,” Jen says, taking a sip of her drink, “He literally reminds me of men in romance novels. I bet he can fuck good too.” She catches you off guard at the end, making your eyes widen and your cheeks redden. “Then why don’t you go talk to him?” You ask playfully. She snorts, taking another long sip of her drink before saying, “Girl, we both know his pretty eyes aren’t on me. They’re on you! And have been for, I don’t know, almost three months now?”
Your face is getting very warm at this point. The few fruity drinks you’ve had are starting to make your head feel lighter. “If he wanted me, he would’ve said something by now,” you say in an almost disappointed tone. Jen shrugs her shoulders, “Think about it, you’re always with a group of like, seven girls!” She holds up seven fingers, trying to hold her drink at the same time, “Maybe the guy doesn’t want fourteen eyes on him as he’s trying to pick up a hot girl at the bar.”
Maybe she’s right, but it’s not like you’re going to go up to him. You have no idea what you’d even say… Hey hot, sexy, and mysterious man, what’s up?
He’d probably laugh in your face, you’re sure of it. You also can’t seem to convince yourself he’s actually checking you out. He’s always across the bar, in a corner, where the lights are dim. He’s came up to the bar a few times while you were also trying to get a drink, you still remember the first, “Hey,” he threw at you. That night, you were already way too drunk for another drink and can’t even remember if you said hey back, or just started drooling at the sight of his smirk and messy hair.
If only you knew how his heart hammered in his chest as you looked at him with your drunken eyes that night. They sparkled even in the dark room, the neon lights reflecting off of them. He noticed your mascara was smudged a bit, and your lipstick was starting to wear off. It made his breath get caught in his throat. He remembers you gigged, and said hello with a big smile on your face. He thought you’d stay for a second longer, but you were quick to grab your drink and walk off. Swaying your hips to the music as you went.
“She’s a doll,” he had whispered to himself.
You still wonder the same thing, why you didn’t talk to him longer. Had at least attempted conversation, but you were too drunk to remember the exact thoughts going through your head.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jen says with an annoyed tone, knocking you out of your day dream. “What?” You ask, concerned. “My ride,” her annoying ass brother, “Said he’s here to get me now or I’m gonna have to ride the bus,” Jen rolls her eyes as she types away on her phone. “You know you’re welcome to stay at my place tonight,” you say while putting your hand on her shoulder, “Don’t let him ruin your night.” You live only 10 minutes, walking, from this bar. That’s why your friends like it so much, you can all get fucked up and not have to worry about driving. “You know I would, but I have that job interview tomorrow,” She says, still tapping away at her phone. You still weren’t sure why she was out at almost midnight if she had an interview the next day.
“I’m gonna go girl,” She says, standing up from the barstool and slinging her purse over her shoulder. “Text me when you leave here, and text me when you get home,” she says, and then leans forward to pop a kiss on your nose. You scrunch your face up and smile, “I will.” And with that, she’s walking out.
You’d never been at the bar alone before. Atleast, not this late at night. The music sounded louder than before now, and the feeling of being watched started to set in.
He’s gotta be looking at me, you think to yourself. Right as that thought passes, you turn your head in his direction. Sure enough, his eyes are scanning you. You watch as the two men he’s with, one you see almost everytime you’re here, talk to him and he seems to pay no attention. His eyes are locked on you. Your eyes scan to his hand holding his drink, his finger tapping against the side. You face forward again, grabbing your drink and taking another sip.
Dante waits a few minutes to be sure your friend left. He saw her grab her purse, give you a quick peck, and walk out the door. Sure looked like she left. He watched as your right leg began to get jittery, moving your foot from side to side. He noted your shoulders weren’t as relaxed as they were.
Her friend had to have left.
He takes the last gulp of his drink, cringing slightly as it runs down his throat. Without a word to Enzo or the other guy, he stands up and walks towards you. He pushes his head left, and then right, popping on each side as he does so. Before he can even process that he’s moving, he’s already sitting in the chair that your friend was just occupying.
Your breath almost knocks out of your throat, and your heart begins hammering in your chest.
Oh my god, he’s right here. And he’s looking at me, fuck.
“Hey,” he starts, his heart also hammering in his chest, “Could I buy you a drink?” He smirks. Was it the way he wanted this to start, no. But he truly was so antsy he couldn’t think of anything else to say. You were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and it has taken him months to do this. You take a deep breath, smiling softly, “I would like that.” Your response immediately has his nerves going down, and the his ego boosts a bit. “I’ll just take a vodka cranberry,” you say, “Please.”
Maybe Dante’s a perv, but the way please rolled off your tongue sent a shock to his groin. He ordered you your drink, getting the same for himself. “I see you here a lot, it’s nice to finally talk to you. I’m Dante,” he starts, “You probably see me looking at you, sorry if it’s creepy.” You laughed at his words, “Not creepy. But, I could just be saying that cause you’re pretty,” you bite at your bottom lip, making his eyes dart down to watch, “I’m (y/n).”
His stomach jumped at your words. A girl had never called him pretty before.
The drinks were definitely helping your confidence. Jen was right, he’s like a man in a book. Broad shoulders, pretty eyes, big hands, cocky grin on his face. You knew it wouldn’t take much for this man to have you swooning. And honestly, you were hoping he’d try something more.
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Dante smiles, “You’re pretty breath taking yourself. I like this dress, red is my favorite color.” You blush at his words, and you’d already figured it was his favorite color. He’s always got the same long, red jacket on.
For the next hour you guys talk about random things, the comments coming from your mouths get flirtier every minute.
“How come you never bought me a drink till today?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, the corner of your mouth slightly upturned. Dante cocks his head to the side, with that same cocky smirk plastered across his face. “Well, you’re always with your girlfriends. I feel like most girls don’t wanna be bothered in those situations, yanno.” You shrug your shoulders at his words, “I see where you’re coming from.”
A piece of hair falls in your face, and before you can react Dante is pushing your hair behind your ear. The feeling of his finger tips against your face make you shiver, and he notices. “You’re very beautiful,” he whispers, “I wish I would’ve talked to you sooner.” Your breath gets caught in your throat again. His finger tips are still sitting against your skin, more so cradling your face. He moves slightly closer, looking deeply into your eyes.
Your core is screaming at this point, the throbbing feeling taking over.
You horny bitch, you think to yourself.
You press your legs together slightly, trying to make the feeling go away. But he’s looking at you with those gorgeous eyes, he’s got that sideways grin that is telling you he knows what the fuck he’s doing. “Would you want to, uh,” he smiles at his own nervousness, “We could get out of here?” He finally gets out, and he pushes his bottom lip in-between his teeth. You nod immediately at his words, and your heart beat starts to thump in your ears.
You were so anxious your legs felt like jelly once you stood up. Dante snakes his hand into yours, keeping you close as you two push through the crowd and out of the bar. Before you can even think, you’re already walking in the direction of your apartment. He smiles as you pull his arm, he can tell you’re eager just like him. “Where are we going, princess?” His words make the aching feeling inbetween your legs intensify. “Oh, sorry,” you let out a quick laugh, “I’m dragging you to my place if that’s okay, I livee close.”
“That’s more than okay with me,” he says.
The walk to your apartment felt like just a couple minutes, the drinks making time feel fast but also slow down. On the way there, Dante had touched your waist a few times, making your whole body shiver. You couldn’t wait for him to have you, do whatever he wanted. And you just kept hoping that everything you’d been fantasizing about comes true.
I bet he can fuck good too, Jens words ring through your head.
Oh yeah, Jen! You pull your phone out, sending her a quick text to let her know you’re walking into your apartment building now, and that pretty boy is with you.
Thank god you’re on the first floor.
Once in your little apartment, reality sets in. You have a stranger, a very hot stranger, in your apartment. Who was hopefully, about to fuck you senseless. As the door shuts, Dante takes a step closer to you, making you take a step back. Your back hits the wall gently as he moves closer, looking down at you with a smirk. His necklace dangles in your face, the red ruby reflecting off the street lights peaking through your curtains. His hand comes up slowly, but firmly, to your waist. The warm hand keeps going up, until it’s resting on the back of your head. His fingers pull lightly at your hair, just enough to make your chin go up, your eyes locking with his.
“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?” He asks. You’ve got to be a fucking pool down there at this point. You let out a whimper, and his dick about jumps in his pants at the sound. “Please,” there you go again with the please. He wanted to be gentle with you, but he doesn’t know if he can control himself. He wants to hear all the noises you can make.
Dante’s lips press to yours, and almost immediately you two are fighting for dominance. He likes it, the way you’re trying to over take him with your tongue, but he knows you don’t stand a chance. His hands grab the back of each of your thighs, picking you up and pinning you against the wall. You put your hands in his hair, pulling and pushing him closer to you. He breaks the kiss to ask, “Where’s your room?”
You’re breathless at this point. You feel like a mess, but damn do you look good. He looks at your puffy lips, needy eyes, and wonders if he can make it to the bed before fucking you. “Down the hall to the left,” you say, rocking your hips a little as you speak. He lets out a groan at the feeling, he can feel your wetness already. After all, you only have your underwear on under your dress.
Within the blink of an eye, he’s sitting you down on your bed. He then flips you over, unzipping your dress and kissing your shoulder at the same time. You let out another whimper, and Dante can barely stand the feeling of his dick in his pants. He pulls the dress off your body, happy to see you have no bra on. He flips you back over, going straight for your neck. Sucking and biting at the soft skin, making your head spin.
“Fuck,” you whimper out, “please don’t stop touching me.” He loves the way you beg without him even asking you too. You’re so needy, just how he likes it.
“You’re so gorgeous, princess,” he licks a stripe up your chest and neck, all the way up to your ear before nippling. The room is fuzzy at this point, you can’t even think. The only thing that seems to be going through your head is how good his mouth feels against you. In one swift move, he pulls his shirt over his head, and you see what he’s been hiding under there. The sight of his abs about made your pass out right there.
Dante moves back down to your body quickly, kissing at your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You let out a long moan, making him smile against you. His tongue flicks against your chest for a couple minutes, making your head spin. His lips then begin working their way down, leaving sloppy kisses on your stomach and thighs. Your breath hitches when you feel his breath against your core. You buck your hips at the feeling, letting out a cry of desperation, “Please keep touching me.” There you go again, making Dante weak in the knees.
“Do you want me to keep touching you, princess?” he asks with a confident smile as you nod quickly, “you’re so wet for me.” Your wetness is obvious on your pink panties, some of it even coming out of the side onto your thigh. You were so ready to be his little whore for the night. You buck your hips at him again, on the verge of tears. Your core is throbbing at this point, and you can’t even stop your hips from getting closer to him.
“Say please again,” he says, his fingers rubbing her your clit softly. “Please,” you say full of frustration. He smiles again before pushing your underwear to the side and attaching his lips to your core. You let out a long, dragged out moan. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tongue moves against you, his hands prying your legs open as you try to shut them.
Dante eats you like you’re his last meal. Tongue swirling through your folds, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You’re so-“ you arch your hips, “Good. You’re so so good.”
The whimpers and moans you let out are music to his ears.
Soon, you are approaching your high. Your legs start shaking, and your eyes roll to the back of your head once again. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you beg as his tongue works against you.
Your fingers pull at his hair, hips rocking against his mouth. “I’m going to cum,” you whimper.
“You’re so good Dante,” you say as your whole body tingles. The sound of his name on your lips keeps getting better. He sucks on you for a few more seconds, making your vision blurry, before standing up. As his unbuttons his pants, he watches your eyes close while your legs twitch.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, pretty girl?”
You open your eyes to look at him, seeing his cock moving closer to your core.
Dante is big, really big.
“Yes, please fuck me,” you say as your eyes don’t leave his. The hazy look in them, the mascara smudge beneath them, you look like a princess to him. He smiles at your words before lining himself up with your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your folds a few times, making you shudder, before pushing into you. He goes slow for a few seconds, rocking his hips into you.
The look on his face makes your stomach jump. His eyes are shut as he moves against you, “Fuck, you feel so good princess,” he opens his eyes to look at you, “you’re such a pretty girl.” His right hands moves from your waist to your neck, wrapping his fingers around and squeezing. He left you just enough air to be able to breathe. His other fingers dig into your hip, keeping you in place as his hips move faster.
“Do you love the way my cock stretches out that little pussy,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours. You can barely comprehend what he’s saying, all you can focus on is his big cock moving in and out of you.
He takes his hand off your throat and you gasp for air, but it’s short lived before he’s flipping you over. His cock is quick to push back into you as his hand pushes your face into your blankets. His other hand grabs your wrists, holding them together and keeping them pinned against your back. He fucks you like this for several minutes, your mouth hanging open and drool soaking your sheets.
“You’re such a little slut,” he says, with a shit eating grin on his face. “You just can’t get enough of my cock, now can you?” You begin rocking your hips at his words, wanting him deeper and harder. He curses as you move against him, making the feeling of you around him even better.
Soon, you feel your high form in your stomach again. Your legs begin shaking, and Dante knows you’re about to cum for him again. “Cum on my cock, princess,” he says after leaning down to say it in your ear. His words are enough to send you over the edge, your legs shaking again. You let out loud moans, “you’re so good.” He can’t get enough of the way you talk. You tighten around him, and beg, “Please fill me up, Dante.”
Dante releases into you, moving his hips against you as his rides out his own high. His body collapses next to you, and he sees the tears on your face and drool in the corner of your mouth. You look gorgeous. He pulls one of your blankets up over your naked body before putting his arm around you.
“Don’t get too comfortable princess,” he smiles, “You’re about to get fucked again.”
