ꪆ What often took place was engaging in physical intimacy right after an intense training session when the heart is pumping hard and muscles tight and pleasantly aching, sweat clinging to the skin, chest still rising with deep, uneven breaths.
Dante lays you down on gym bench not giving you more than a few minutes break before beginning "cardio". Wondering how much more beyond heated skin, trembling muscles and lingering fatigue he can ruin you. Your skin sticks to the faintly sweat-slick surface of the bench that creaked softly beneath the weight of you two. Your back slid against the warm leather with a soft, sticky friction with each of Dante's thrusts. Under the glow of the gym lights, you could see in the gym mirrors the position you were in and the bliss painted on your own face. During those times Dante looked extra hot. His veins stood out faintly beneath skin stretched tight over pumped muscle that were so much more visible after work out than usually. And you sinking into the sweet heaviness of post-workout fatigue, while his hips continued relentless movements making his cock hit just the right spot over and over again. He'd cum deep in you while gripping your thighs, calves resting on his shoulders, the angle making him fully in. Good thing there's always towels and cleaning spray at gym whenever it gets too messy.
ꪆ Dante always insisted on you doing pull ups exercises for you to be able to carry any weapon with an ease. And so he came up with the dirtiest version of them. You desperately gripped the metal bar above your head, hands shaky and sweaty making it slippery beneath your palms, trembling arms barely able to keep up with the strain. And each time you lowered yourself you landed right on the hard cock of your boyfriend laying right under you and admiring your struggles. Each time you had to lift yourself high enough for his tip to slide out of you just to slam your hips down next second. With each rep it was getting progressively harder. And no matter how much you begged and whimpered, he wouldn't let you cum until you completed the established number of pull ups.
ꪆ Your thighs tightening as you sank into another squat, sweat rolling down your skin as you pushed through another repetition. And each time you lowered your hips you received a firm spank on your ass making your breath hitch. And you weren't allowed to complain or take a break or the spanks would turn punishing, his words more commanding making your work out a sweet torture.
ꪆ you'd sit right on his hips comfortably, in a way like you belonged there. He plants his feet firmly, pushing through his heels lifting his hips upward in a controlled thrust until body formed a straight line. You felt your legs leave the ground beneath you each time, making your weight rest heavily on his hips, the press increased. You'd tease him with arching your back and subtle grinds againts him, feeling how he gradually gets harder under you. And you observed from above with a smug smile his ragged breath, sweat forming around his temples, eyes getting hazy with desire. And this time it was your turn to play the evil one, not letting him touch you until he finishes as many reps as you commanded him to do.
ꪆ Dante helped you stretch in more ways than one. Laying on mats, your legs straight in knees lifted up by his firm grip around your ankles, fingers of other hand diving between your thighs to stretch your insides. Or spreading your legs to your limits with his strong arms, mouth hovering over your core ready to eat you out to distract you from pain of stretching.
ꪆ other times when he works through a series of calisthenic exercises he'd balance himself on paralletes making you lay on your back right under him. His body remained perfectly upright as he supported himself solely on his hands. Lowering himself just to kiss you every single time. With his inhumane strength it wasn't rare that at times he got so lost in kissing you he'd deepen the kiss and make out with you while his body still remained in vertical position.
ꪆ What often took place was engaging in physical intimacy right after an intense training session when the heart is pumping hard and muscles tight and pleasantly aching, sweat clinging to the skin, chest still rising with deep, uneven breaths.
Dante lays you down on gym bench not giving you more than a few minutes break before beginning "cardio". Wondering how much more beyond heated skin, trembling muscles and lingering fatigue he can ruin you. Your skin sticks to the faintly sweat-slick surface of the bench that creaked softly beneath the weight of you two. Your back slid against the warm leather with a soft, sticky friction with each of Dante's thrusts. Under the glow of the gym lights, you could see in the gym mirrors the position you were in and the bliss painted on your own face. During those times Dante looked extra hot. His veins stood out faintly beneath skin stretched tight over pumped muscle that were so much more visible after work out than usually. And you sinking into the sweet heaviness of post-workout fatigue, while his hips continued relentless movements making his cock hit just the right spot over and over again. He'd cum deep in you while gripping your thighs, calves resting on his shoulders, the angle making him fully in. Good thing there's always towels and cleaning spray at gym whenever it gets too messy.
ꪆ Dante always insisted on you doing pull ups exercises for you to be able to carry any weapon with an ease. And so he came up with the dirtiest version of them. You desperately gripped the metal bar above your head, hands shaky and sweaty making it slippery beneath your palms, trembling arms barely able to keep up with the strain. And each time you lowered yourself you landed right on the hard cock of your boyfriend laying right under you and admiring your struggles. Each time you had to lift yourself high enough for his tip to slide out of you just to slam your hips down next second. With each rep it was getting progressively harder. And no matter how much you begged and whimpered, he wouldn't let you cum until you completed the established number of pull ups.
ꪆ Your thighs tightening as you sank into another squat, sweat rolling down your skin as you pushed through another repetition. And each time you lowered your hips you received a firm spank on your ass making your breath hitch. And you weren't allowed to complain or take a break or the spanks would turn punishing, his words more commanding making your work out a sweet torture.
ꪆ you'd sit right on his hips comfortably, in a way like you belonged there. He plants his feet firmly, pushing through his heels lifting his hips upward in a controlled thrust until body formed a straight line. You felt your legs leave the ground beneath you each time, making your weight rest heavily on his hips, the press increased. You'd tease him with arching your back and subtle grinds againts him, feeling how he gradually gets harder under you. And you observed from above with a smug smile his ragged breath, sweat forming around his temples, eyes getting hazy with desire. And this time it was your turn to play the evil one, not letting him touch you until he finishes as many reps as you commanded him to do.
ꪆ Dante helped you stretch in more ways than one. Laying on mats, your legs straight in knees lifted up by his firm grip around your ankles, fingers of other hand diving between your thighs to stretch your insides. Or spreading your legs to your limits with his strong arms, mouth hovering over your core ready to eat you out to distract you from pain of stretching.
ꪆ other times when he works through a series of calisthenic exercises he'd balance himself on paralletes making you lay on your back right under him. His body remained perfectly upright as he supported himself solely on his hands. Lowering himself just to kiss you every single time. With his inhumane strength it wasn't rare that at times he got so lost in kissing you he'd deepen the kiss and make out with you while his body still remained in vertical position.
ꪆ What often took place was engaging in physical intimacy right after an intense training session when the heart is pumping hard and muscles tight and pleasantly aching, sweat clinging to the skin, chest still rising with deep, uneven breaths.
Dante lays you down on gym bench not giving you more than a few minutes break before beginning "cardio". Wondering how much more beyond heated skin, trembling muscles and lingering fatigue he can ruin you. Your skin sticks to the faintly sweat-slick surface of the bench that creaked softly beneath the weight of you two. Your back slid against the warm leather with a soft, sticky friction with each of Dante's thrusts. Under the glow of the gym lights, you could see in the gym mirrors the position you were in and the bliss painted on your own face. During those times Dante looked extra hot. His veins stood out faintly beneath skin stretched tight over pumped muscle that were so much more visible after work out than usually. And you sinking into the sweet heaviness of post-workout fatigue, while his hips continued relentless movements making his cock hit just the right spot over and over again. He'd cum deep in you while gripping your thighs, calves resting on his shoulders, the angle making him fully in. Good thing there's always towels and cleaning spray at gym whenever it gets too messy.
ꪆ Dante always insisted on you doing pull ups exercises for you to be able to carry any weapon with an ease. And so he came up with the dirtiest version of them. You desperately gripped the metal bar above your head, hands shaky and sweaty making it slippery beneath your palms, trembling arms barely able to keep up with the strain. And each time you lowered yourself you landed right on the hard cock of your boyfriend laying right under you and admiring your struggles. Each time you had to lift yourself high enough for his tip to slide out of you just to slam your hips down next second. With each rep it was getting progressively harder. And no matter how much you begged and whimpered, he wouldn't let you cum until you completed the established number of pull ups.
ꪆ Your thighs tightening as you sank into another squat, sweat rolling down your skin as you pushed through another repetition. And each time you lowered your hips you received a firm spank on your ass making your breath hitch. And you weren't allowed to complain or take a break or the spanks would turn punishing, his words more commanding making your work out a sweet torture.
ꪆ you'd sit right on his hips comfortably, in a way like you belonged there. He plants his feet firmly, pushing through his heels lifting his hips upward in a controlled thrust until body formed a straight line. You felt your legs leave the ground beneath you each time, making your weight rest heavily on his hips, the press increased. You'd tease him with arching your back and subtle grinds againts him, feeling how he gradually gets harder under you. And you observed from above with a smug smile his ragged breath, sweat forming around his temples, eyes getting hazy with desire. And this time it was your turn to play the evil one, not letting him touch you until he finishes as many reps as you commanded him to do.
ꪆ Dante helped you stretch in more ways than one. Laying on mats, your legs straight in knees lifted up by his firm grip around your ankles, fingers of other hand diving between your thighs to stretch your insides. Or spreading your legs to your limits with his strong arms, mouth hovering over your core ready to eat you out to distract you from pain of stretching.
ꪆ other times when he works through a series of calisthenic exercises he'd balance himself on paralletes making you lay on your back right under him. His body remained perfectly upright as he supported himself solely on his hands. Lowering himself just to kiss you every single time. With his inhumane strength it wasn't rare that at times he got so lost in kissing you he'd deepen the kiss and make out with you while his body still remained in vertical position.
He's been acting grumpy, irritated, like he has a lot on his mind, something he can't exactly share. You know it was bad when he didn't even attempt to flirt with you, even avoided you. And when asked what's wrong he couldn't hold it back any longer and confessed everything; how he can't stand the tension anymore, how he fantasizes about you so much it fogs his mind and he's unable to function, how he wishes he could go all the way cause nothing else brings him relief.
He sank to his knees before you in a gesture so yielding it almost felt like surrender, like he was placing himself entirely at your mercy, trusted you with the ruin of him.
"I beg you, princess. I can't stand this any longer, it's killing me." He held your gaze with helpless sort of desperation, raw with longing and need. He seemed strung tight with tension, every part of him brimming with barely restrained emotion. His hands resting on your thighs, still holding back out of respect for you despite wanting to grip them and spread them open.
Your inner turmoil unraveled something inside you, setting you thoughts into a dizzying spiral of doubts, fears, and endless questions, and yet all of it faded beside the single aching need that remained. Need, almost a primal one, for him. A tight knot in your chest making you thrilled and excited tightened even more due to what were you about to say and experience.
"Do it then. You can do it" you said breathless. A stunned look crossed Dante's face, his eyes widening as the weight of your words settled over him. The moment he waited for so long, he dreamed of every night was finally becoming true. Without further hesitation his hands fumbled desperately with your belt and zipper before wrenching it open. You obediently lifted your hips for him to slide your pants off down to your ankles. You shivered at this exposure, thighs squeezing together tightly. "I've got you, baby" he gently parted your knees "it'll feel good, I promise".
The sight of your damp lingerie already glistening with proof of how turned on you also were, made Dante dizzy. His demon senses flared, catching the scent of sweet, musky arousal. For a second, he just stared. Then his hands were on your hips as he leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss right over the soaked fabric making a jolting shiver run down your spine. A muffled moan escaped both of you, his vibrated against the lace as he inhaled deeply. He wanted to ruin this pretty underwear, to devour you. You realized that demons probably smelled it more intensely and it made the stain on your panties even bigger. His senses amplified every little detail; the hitch of your breath, the way your thighs trembled around his head, and that you just got wetter making his cock leak with precum already cause he was so whipped for you. It was intoxicating. He hooked two fingers under the waistband and without breaking eye contact, slowly peeled them down.
“Fuck… you’re drenched” he rasped before diving in to lick a slow stripe up your slit.
He did it again, licking a longer, wetter stripe this time before focusing on your clit. His tongue circled your sensitive bud teasingly at first then flattened to press down firmly while he sucked, just enough pressure to make your back arch off the couch. One of his hands slid under your thigh, hiking it higher over his shoulder for better access. Your head was spinning from the overwhelming pleasure and those obscene sounds that echoed in the room. His loud slurps and vibrating groans, wet sounds of his saliva mixing with your liquids as he made out with your cunt. You could feel his jaw working not to waste a single drop of you, slurping everything you gave, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper. "You taste so fucking good... shit, I could do this whole night" his breath hovering over your folds each time he spoke. "We should've done this ages ago, honey" he wouldn't stop babbling as if he got drunk on you. "All this just for me..."
"You- ahh... talking way too ngh- much" you choked out pulling his hair to trap him even deeper between your legs. A ragged moan escaped him as he found it harder to breath with your thighs squeezing him so tight so close to your core, but oh god, how much he loved this. Though, it didn't stop him from talking. "Fuck, yeah, suffocate me" followed by a filthy, open-mouthed kiss against your entrance "If I die right now, I'll die as a happiest man on earth". His tongue lapped at you like he was starving for this since forever, his chin glistening with your slickness. You were a trembling mess and it only got more intense. His desperate breaths and moans of satisfaction were so warm against you, your hips bucked closer on their own making him even more turned on as he sucked, on your folds, on your clit, everywhere he could. And when you thought you can't feel any more better in that moment he slid his finger past your entrance making you jolt and gasp in sudden, overwhelming bliss. His tongue and finger moved in sync driving all those pretty moans out of you. Soon the second joined in scissoring your insides, stretching your hole allowing to dive his tongue to places he still hasn't explored properly. Doubling his effort when he noticed your breath quickening even make, desperate cries of pleasure as your climax approach. His finger dove deep once more curling against the right spot making you gasp for air as your entire body shook with intense orgasm you never experienced before. He gulped it down thirstily with desperate urgency, his throat flexing with every swallow that you could clearly hear. As you leaned back in the couch completely spent and pilant unable to move, Dante continued to clean you up with his mouth down to the very last drop.
- The other time when he walked out of shower you approach him without a word sliding your splayed hands across his bare chest, down to his sides till you reached the edges of the towel. And then in one slow motion as you lowered yourself to your knees you'd make it fall to the ground exposing his everything. His length hardening instantly at your gentle touch that soon turned into greedy and possessive grips and presses making him almost pass out on the spot. The moment you took him between your lips he was a man gone. Whimpering mess begging for more, thrusting into your mouth as the tip of his cock massaged depths of your throat. Your tongue feeling every vein and slightest curve on his length as you swirled it around. The world around you seemed to stop existing when you closed your eyes and lost yourself in making him feel good, only sound of his needy groans, and the taste of him mattered. Next moment he cums in your mouth and you obediently swallow every drop of that warm liquid that comes almost in streams. You pull him out and even before you get a chance to wipe your mouth covered in cum and saliva, he picks you up and kisses you senseless.
-first actual time together was in his room after intense making out session. Both of you losing breath at the feeling of closest contact possible. Dante was overwhelmed by the warmth of your walls around him, how euphoric it felt to sink his cock between your folds. Your closeness sent his senses reeling, every touch and breath suddenly sharpened beyond reason to the point you could see his eyes flicker with his demonic side. He came inside you very fast, only after a few thrusts, unable to deal with this much desire and pleasure for the first time.
-he'd be taking you from behind, balls deep into you, when your phone rings.
"Pick it up, darling" and you had no choice but pick the call and try speaking to your friend despite your labored breath and shaky voice. "You good? You sound odd" your friend notices something unusual in your speaking manner.
"Y-yeah I'm- hah- good..." "Well if anything's wrong ask Dante for help, okay? Is he at the place right now?" Your friend was pretty familiar with your flirty roommate who was widely known for doing anything for you. He smirked hearing his name from the phone, keeping slower steady pace of moving inside you. Oh, if only she had known in what way he was there.
"He's in his room I think..." you panted out praying the phone mic won't catch the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out. Desperate to end the call you bid goodbyes and just when you were about to hang up, Dante swayed your hand away from your phone pushing it out of your reach. And then he slammed suddenly in you bottoming out, making you moan so loudly your friend was left with no illusion of what was happening.
"Dante!"
"What? She's concerned about your well being, we're just letting her know you're doing amazing, sweetheart"
- at this point you'd just casually walk on him while he's jerking off in his room to pick some if the stuff you left there. "Don't stop just because I'm here. Don't mind me" You'd say pretending to be unbothered. "Wait, stay" he stops you each time "That way I'll finish faster" sitting across the room you seated yourself in suggestive poses, played with your belt or rub your thighs together making Dante come faster than he'd ever do by himself.
- you'd knock on his door and slide in whenever you were in need. "Dante, I'm horny." You'd just say bluntly and it was all it took for him to please you immediately in whatever way you desired, at any time, dropping everything he was doing. Your pleasure was his priority, your fantasies were his.
- each time you were about to return to your room after excessive "fun" you two had, he'd would beg you to stay for some more. "Just one more, baby, pleaseee." He always insisted despite your legs shaking, eyes barely kept open. And you always gave in anyway finding enough energy in yourself to cum around him one more time, or even more.
- splayed flat on the table, holding onto the opposite edge so tightly your knuckles turned white while he pounded into you with no mercy. You hear a bell to your door ringing distracting you two for a second.
"It's probably delivery guy..." you choked out trying to prop yourself on your elbows. "Gotta get that-" your words got stuck in your throat due to another sharp thrust of Dante's hips.
"Delivery guy, huh?" He'd hold your hips firmly not letting you move away. "Saw your search history yesterday, babe. You don't need no toys now that you have me"
you bit your lip in embarrassment at your little secret, cheeks burning. "It's not even that! I ordered new rugs since the one got ruined... b-by- ah! you..." you struggled to form sentences.
"You mean, by us" he smirked picking up the pace. "Too bad. Delivery's gotta wait until my pretty girl cums for me"
You lay down back on the table with a helpless moan awaiting your release that was closer with each second.
He's been acting grumpy, irritated, like he has a lot on his mind, something he can't exactly share. You know it was bad when he didn't even attempt to flirt with you, even avoided you. And when asked what's wrong he couldn't hold it back any longer and confessed everything; how he can't stand the tension anymore, how he fantasizes about you so much it fogs his mind and he's unable to function, how he wishes he could go all the way cause nothing else brings him relief.
He sank to his knees before you in a gesture so yielding it almost felt like surrender, like he was placing himself entirely at your mercy, trusted you with the ruin of him.
"I beg you, princess. I can't stand this any longer, it's killing me." He held your gaze with helpless sort of desperation, raw with longing and need. He seemed strung tight with tension, every part of him brimming with barely restrained emotion. His hands resting on your thighs, still holding back out of respect for you despite wanting to grip them and spread them open.
Your inner turmoil unraveled something inside you, setting you thoughts into a dizzying spiral of doubts, fears, and endless questions, and yet all of it faded beside the single aching need that remained. Need, almost a primal one, for him. A tight knot in your chest making you thrilled and excited tightened even more due to what were you about to say and experience.
"Do it then. You can do it" you said breathless. A stunned look crossed Dante's face, his eyes widening as the weight of your words settled over him. The moment he waited for so long, he dreamed of every night was finally becoming true. Without further hesitation his hands fumbled desperately with your belt and zipper before wrenching it open. You obediently lifted your hips for him to slide your pants off down to your ankles. You shivered at this exposure, thighs squeezing together tightly. "I've got you, baby" he gently parted your knees "it'll feel good, I promise".
The sight of your damp lingerie already glistening with proof of how turned on you also were, made Dante dizzy. His demon senses flared, catching the scent of sweet, musky arousal. For a second, he just stared. Then his hands were on your hips as he leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss right over the soaked fabric making a jolting shiver run down your spine. A muffled moan escaped both of you, his vibrated against the lace as he inhaled deeply. He wanted to ruin this pretty underwear, to devour you. You realized that demons probably smelled it more intensely and it made the stain on your panties even bigger. His senses amplified every little detail; the hitch of your breath, the way your thighs trembled around his head, and that you just got wetter making his cock leak with precum already cause he was so whipped for you. It was intoxicating. He hooked two fingers under the waistband and without breaking eye contact, slowly peeled them down.
“Fuck… you’re drenched” he rasped before diving in to lick a slow stripe up your slit.
He did it again, licking a longer, wetter stripe this time before focusing on your clit. His tongue circled your sensitive bud teasingly at first then flattened to press down firmly while he sucked, just enough pressure to make your back arch off the couch. One of his hands slid under your thigh, hiking it higher over his shoulder for better access. Your head was spinning from the overwhelming pleasure and those obscene sounds that echoed in the room. His loud slurps and vibrating groans, wet sounds of his saliva mixing with your liquids as he made out with your cunt. You could feel his jaw working not to waste a single drop of you, slurping everything you gave, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper. "You taste so fucking good... shit, I could do this whole night" his breath hovering over your folds each time he spoke. "We should've done this ages ago, honey" he wouldn't stop babbling as if he got drunk on you. "All this just for me..."
"You- ahh... talking way too ngh- much" you choked out pulling his hair to trap him even deeper between your legs. A ragged moan escaped him as he found it harder to breath with your thighs squeezing him so tight so close to your core, but oh god, how much he loved this. Though, it didn't stop him from talking. "Fuck, yeah, suffocate me" followed by a filthy, open-mouthed kiss against your entrance "If I die right now, I'll die as a happiest man on earth". His tongue lapped at you like he was starving for this since forever, his chin glistening with your slickness. You were a trembling mess and it only got more intense. His desperate breaths and moans of satisfaction were so warm against you, your hips bucked closer on their own making him even more turned on as he sucked, on your folds, on your clit, everywhere he could. And when you thought you can't feel any more better in that moment he slid his finger past your entrance making you jolt and gasp in sudden, overwhelming bliss. His tongue and finger moved in sync driving all those pretty moans out of you. Soon the second joined in scissoring your insides, stretching your hole allowing to dive his tongue to places he still hasn't explored properly. Doubling his effort when he noticed your breath quickening even make, desperate cries of pleasure as your climax approach. His finger dove deep once more curling against the right spot making you gasp for air as your entire body shook with intense orgasm you never experienced before. He gulped it down thirstily with desperate urgency, his throat flexing with every swallow that you could clearly hear. As you leaned back in the couch completely spent and pilant unable to move, Dante continued to clean you up with his mouth down to the very last drop.
- The other time when he walked out of shower you approach him without a word sliding your splayed hands across his bare chest, down to his sides till you reached the edges of the towel. And then in one slow motion as you lowered yourself to your knees you'd make it fall to the ground exposing his everything. His length hardening instantly at your gentle touch that soon turned into greedy and possessive grips and presses making him almost pass out on the spot. The moment you took him between your lips he was a man gone. Whimpering mess begging for more, thrusting into your mouth as the tip of his cock massaged depths of your throat. Your tongue feeling every vein and slightest curve on his length as you swirled it around. The world around you seemed to stop existing when you closed your eyes and lost yourself in making him feel good, only sound of his needy groans, and the taste of him mattered. Next moment he cums in your mouth and you obediently swallow every drop of that warm liquid that comes almost in streams. You pull him out and even before you get a chance to wipe your mouth covered in cum and saliva, he picks you up and kisses you senseless.
-first actual time together was in his room after intense making out session. Both of you losing breath at the feeling of closest contact possible. Dante was overwhelmed by the warmth of your walls around him, how euphoric it felt to sink his cock between your folds. Your closeness sent his senses reeling, every touch and breath suddenly sharpened beyond reason to the point you could see his eyes flicker with his demonic side. He came inside you very fast, only after a few thrusts, unable to deal with this much desire and pleasure for the first time.
-he'd be taking you from behind, balls deep into you, when your phone rings.
"Pick it up, darling" and you had no choice but pick the call and try speaking to your friend despite your labored breath and shaky voice. "You good? You sound odd" your friend notices something unusual in your speaking manner.
"Y-yeah I'm- hah- good..." "Well if anything's wrong ask Dante for help, okay? Is he at the place right now?" Your friend was pretty familiar with your flirty roommate who was widely known for doing anything for you. He smirked hearing his name from the phone, keeping slower steady pace of moving inside you. Oh, if only she had known in what way he was there.
"He's in his room I think..." you panted out praying the phone mic won't catch the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out. Desperate to end the call you bid goodbyes and just when you were about to hang up, Dante swayed your hand away from your phone pushing it out of your reach. And then he slammed suddenly in you bottoming out, making you moan so loudly your friend was left with no illusion of what was happening.
"Dante!"
"What? She's concerned about your well being, we're just letting her know you're doing amazing, sweetheart"
- at this point you'd just casually walk on him while he's jerking off in his room to pick some if the stuff you left there. "Don't stop just because I'm here. Don't mind me" You'd say pretending to be unbothered. "Wait, stay" he stops you each time "That way I'll finish faster" sitting across the room you seated yourself in suggestive poses, played with your belt or rub your thighs together making Dante come faster than he'd ever do by himself.
- you'd knock on his door and slide in whenever you were in need. "Dante, I'm horny." You'd just say bluntly and it was all it took for him to please you immediately in whatever way you desired, at any time, dropping everything he was doing. Your pleasure was his priority, your fantasies were his.
- each time you were about to return to your room after excessive "fun" you two had, he'd would beg you to stay for some more. "Just one more, baby, pleaseee." He always insisted despite your legs shaking, eyes barely kept open. And you always gave in anyway finding enough energy in yourself to cum around him one more time, or even more.
- splayed flat on the table, holding onto the opposite edge so tightly your knuckles turned white while he pounded into you with no mercy. You hear a bell to your door ringing distracting you two for a second.
"It's probably delivery guy..." you choked out trying to prop yourself on your elbows. "Gotta get that-" your words got stuck in your throat due to another sharp thrust of Dante's hips.
"Delivery guy, huh?" He'd hold your hips firmly not letting you move away. "Saw your search history yesterday, babe. You don't need no toys now that you have me"
you bit your lip in embarrassment at your little secret, cheeks burning. "It's not even that! I ordered new rugs since the one got ruined... b-by- ah! you..." you struggled to form sentences.
"You mean, by us" he smirked picking up the pace. "Too bad. Delivery's gotta wait until my pretty girl cums for me"
You lay down back on the table with a helpless moan awaiting your release that was closer with each second.
♡ Roommate Dante who during lazy weekend hang outs, when you both were splayed on the couch with nothing to do would ask you dirty questions and you'd ask him back.
"Would you rather get bent over the counter or get eaten out on the couch?" You'd casually answer with your preference secretly enjoying how invested Dante was in learning those things about you.
"Would you rather be blindfolded, handcuffed or gagged?" You'd ask.
"If it's by you, all three of them at the same time, baby" and you couldn't help but let your imagination run wild.
"Would you rather spank me or be spanked?"
Some of his questions were so unserious they drew a chuckle out of you. "Definitely spank you. You're more caked up than me" he'd grin like an idiot at your answers.
♡ The walls are way too thin. You can hear how Dante whimpers, lets involuntarily groans and muffled moans when he was taking care of his business. When it came to that you couldn't focus on absolutely anything while being in your room. You'd put your headphones just to take them off after a short while, too tempted not to listen more of his sounds.
Sometimes he got so caught up in the moment he'd forget to lock his doors completely. While being in the common room you could not only hear him but take a glimpse at him stroking himself. Silver locks stuck to his sweaty forehead, those sweet lips parted in pleasure as he pumped his cock, not aware that you'd take a peak from time to time.
♡ Roommate Dante who memorized your menstrual cycles and knows exactly when you're ovulating. Just to drive you absolutely crazy on purpose. Hugging you from behind, leaning in, biting your earlobe, his breath lingering on your neck. You'd beg him to stop provoking you during your state but instead it always got worse. Dante would pull you into his lap knowing you can't even fight him during this time, you just melted into him, while his fingers wandered around your hips in gentle circles or slid under your shirt teasing skin on your back while whispering sweet or even dirty words right to your ear. He'd pin you against the counter, knee between your thighs as he watched you squirm under him, breath quickened. His leg brushing against your clothed heat just slightly, your hips lowering themselves against your will seeking for more friction.
"Look who's all worked up now" he'd hum in low, amused voice.
"Dante, I swear-" he'd cut your words with sudden movement of his leg.
"Just one word, princess. And I'll help you out. Would make you feel sooo good."
♡ Him getting hard around you was something so common right now you barely paid attention and he stopped trying to hide it. You'd watch TV together on the couch and suddenly feel something pressing against you.
"You're hard again."
"Cause your ass is too close to my crotch."
♡ Dante was always up in an instant to help you adjust your bra straps, unclip or clip your bra if you ever struggled more than five seconds. He'd sometimes "accidentally" make it too tight to draw a gasp out of you or a squeak when he suddenly unclipped the bra without a warning. "You know you'd look the prettiest without it". From time to time he bit your shoulder gently while adjusting the straps.
♡ Whenever you cooked or baked he was being that one annoying and distracting person in the kitchen. But in fact he was waiting till your hands get messy with food so he could hold them up and clean them. With his tongue. He'd slowly and deliberately lick off the whipped cream from your hands, sucking way too long than necessary on your fingers, tongue swirling around making those obscene sounds. Afterwards he pulled back with a grin as if he didn't just do something so hot
♡ Eventually you let him touch your breasts. Through t-shirt and it never went further than that. But you felt bad for him whenever he came back from work so mentally and physically exhausted you gave in, sat between his legs and let him fondle your chest. At those times he was surprisingly quiet, touching you with reverence, treating this honor as a higher prize. You felt the tension in him ease as he found peace in just being close and be able to touch you in such an intimate way. It was relaxing for both of you. He'd let soft exhales against your neck or rest his forehead over there continuing to feel you up.
A/N: okay, there's gonna be one more part of this, we know where is this going
♡ Roommate Dante who during lazy weekend hang outs, when you both were splayed on the couch with nothing to do would ask you dirty questions and you'd ask him back.
"Would you rather get bent over the counter or get eaten out on the couch?" You'd casually answer with your preference secretly enjoying how invested Dante was in learning those things about you.
"Would you rather be blindfolded, handcuffed or gagged?" You'd ask.
"If it's by you, all three of them at the same time, baby" and you couldn't help but let your imagination run wild.
"Would you rather spank me or be spanked?"
Some of his questions were so unserious they drew a chuckle out of you. "Definitely spank you. You're more caked up than me" he'd grin like an idiot at your answers.
♡ The walls are way too thin. You can hear how Dante whimpers, lets involuntarily groans and muffled moans when he was taking care of his business. When it came to that you couldn't focus on absolutely anything while being in your room. You'd put your headphones just to take them off after a short while, too tempted not to listen more of his sounds.
Sometimes he got so caught up in the moment he'd forget to lock his doors completely. While being in the common room you could not only hear him but take a glimpse at him stroking himself. Silver locks stuck to his sweaty forehead, those sweet lips parted in pleasure as he pumped his cock, not aware that you'd take a peak from time to time.
♡ Roommate Dante who memorized your menstrual cycles and knows exactly when you're ovulating. Just to drive you absolutely crazy on purpose. Hugging you from behind, leaning in, biting your earlobe, his breath lingering on your neck. You'd beg him to stop provoking you during your state but instead it always got worse. Dante would pull you into his lap knowing you can't even fight him during this time, you just melted into him, while his fingers wandered around your hips in gentle circles or slid under your shirt teasing skin on your back while whispering sweet or even dirty words right to your ear. He'd pin you against the counter, knee between your thighs as he watched you squirm under him, breath quickened. His leg brushing against your clothed heat just slightly, your hips lowering themselves against your will seeking for more friction.
"Look who's all worked up now" he'd hum in low, amused voice.
"Dante, I swear-" he'd cut your words with sudden movement of his leg.
"Just one word, princess. And I'll help you out. Would make you feel sooo good."
♡ Him getting hard around you was something so common right now you barely paid attention and he stopped trying to hide it. You'd watch TV together on the couch and suddenly feel something pressing against you.
"You're hard again."
"Cause your ass is too close to my crotch."
♡ Dante was always up in an instant to help you adjust your bra straps, unclip or clip your bra if you ever struggled more than five seconds. He'd sometimes "accidentally" make it too tight to draw a gasp out of you or a squeak when he suddenly unclipped the bra without a warning. "You know you'd look the prettiest without it". From time to time he bit your shoulder gently while adjusting the straps.
♡ Whenever you cooked or baked he was being that one annoying and distracting person in the kitchen. But in fact he was waiting till your hands get messy with food so he could hold them up and clean them. With his tongue. He'd slowly and deliberately lick off the whipped cream from your hands, sucking way too long than necessary on your fingers, tongue swirling around making those obscene sounds. Afterwards he pulled back with a grin as if he didn't just do something so hot
♡ Eventually you let him touch your breasts. Through t-shirt and it never went further than that. But you felt bad for him whenever he came back from work so mentally and physically exhausted you gave in, sat between his legs and let him fondle your chest. At those times he was surprisingly quiet, touching you with reverence, treating this honor as a higher prize. You felt the tension in him ease as he found peace in just being close and be able to touch you in such an intimate way. It was relaxing for both of you. He'd let soft exhales against your neck or rest his forehead over there continuing to feel you up.
A/N: okay, there's gonna be one more part of this, we know where is this going
𖹭 Roommate Dante walks around shirtless. Not even to show off, he's just comfortable this way. He sleeps shirtless, cook shirtless, works out in the common room shirtless.
𖹭 each time he went out of shower he loosely wrapped the towel around his hips, purposely exposing his vline leaving you some space for imagination. He'd tease you while approaching closer in that state, the smell of his shampoo and hot skin driving you crazy.
𖹭He didn't bother with knocking, just bragged into your room whenever he needed something, which resulted in walking on you while you changed countless of times. At this point he was pretty much familiar with your body curves.
𖹭 your roommate left his underwear everywhere. You had to pick up his boxers from the most random places in the apartment.
"Dante, that's literally disgusting" you picked up a pair of those that were thrown over your laptop.
"Jeez, stop being dramatic. Those are the ones that been in laundry recently. I mean I think so... Yeah..."
When it came to your underwear, whenever you hang the laundry, he can't help but take closer looks. When you weren't around he'd sometimes pick them up imagining he just took them off you.
𖹭 Dante steals food constantly. You buy snacks; they’re gone within minutes. If you ever order pizza he appears out of nowhere like a summoned demon. Each time you catch redhanded he says things like: “You weren’t eating that, right?” while already holding the last slice in his mouth. The fridge is a disaster. Half of it is strawberry sundaes, pizza boxes, energy drinks, and things you’re pretty sure expired weeks ago.
𖹭He leaves weapons everywhere. You’ll casually find a sword leaning against the couch or guns sitting on the kitchen counter like it’s normal household clutter.
𖹭 despite acting messy, he notices everything about you. Your routines, your moods or even what kind of day you had just from the way you close the front door. And that's where his affectionate side kicks in, he prepares a meal for you, gives you a massage, listen to your rants while his hand strokes your hair, his mouth whispering praises of how good you handle everything.
𖹭 flirting was waaay too normalized between you two. He'd casually call you all those petnames like "darling", "honey", even "wifey" while he watches you cooking for him through half lidded eyes. He steals your attention on purpose. If you’re focused on something, suddenly he’s talking closer, leaning against your shoulder, nudging your leg with his boot, hand brushing against your thigh.
𖹭 Dante invades personal space constantly. Leaning over your shoulder. Resting chin on top of your head. Sitting way too close. Resting his arm along the back of the couch behind you. Living together meant accidental intimacy everywhere. Brushing past each other in the kitchen, he'd usually grab your waist gently to move you out of his way. Limbs tangled when you two cramped on the couch. And at times he'd even give you a playful smack on your ass whenever he passed by. That was definitely his favorite one.
𖹭 He developed this habit of touching you before speaking. Thumb brushing your wrist, hand at your lower back, tilting your chin towards him casually. He knew that way he'd get your attention.
𖹭 Dante can't stop looking at you when you wear his clothes. Especially if you walk out in one of his shirts unknowingly looking so comfortable in it. You usually didn't wear any bra under them which of course never escaped his sharp eyes. That's exactly why he loved giving you his oversized shirts. He'd often wrap his arms around your waist out of nowhere, sliding them slightly up till your breasts freely rested against his forearms.
𖹭 whenever arguments got a little more heated up he'd always find a way to flirt the way out.
"You're so pretty when you're yelling at me, babe. You can continue if it makes you feel better."
He'd pick you up and seat you on the counter standing between your legs.
"Don't look with those angry eyes at me. Makes me wanna kiss you senseless"
𖹭 he'd ask you to help him shave his stubble. You on his lap pretending you're focusing on the job entrusted, avoiding his knowing gaze while his hands roamed over your thighs and waist, sometimes "accidentally" sliding in the pocket of your shorts.
𑣲 Dante looks unfairly good while training. Hair messy, sleeves pushed up, sweat running down his neck while he grins like the workout isn’t affecting him at all. Often just gets rid of his shirt for you to see his glistening abs.
𑣲 He’s unbearable about push-ups. Counts yours dramatically. Smirks when you glare at him. Then casually does an absurd amount one-handed just to show off. Does a lot while you sit on his back observing his flexing biceps. When you're doing yours and you're about to collapse on the floor he catches you before it happens lifting you up effortlessly.
𑣲 He absolutely flirts the entire time. Especially when you’re trying to focus. “C’mon, sweetheart, that all you got?” "Do one more rep for me, I wanna see it" "You're doing so well, don't stop now, baby."
𑣲 He stands behind you to “fix your form.” Hands on your waist, shoulders, thighs, whatever he claims needs adjusting. Half actually helpful, half excuse to touch you. And you really had problems fixing anything when his mouth was so close to your ear giving you instructions in low, humming tone. If you get flustered, he notices instantly and becomes ten times worse about it.
𑣲Dante is ridiculously encouraging underneath the teasing. He notices every improvement. Every extra rep. Every time you push yourself harder, every time your muscles become more visible. And he’ll casually praise you in that low voice that makes concentration impossible: “There you go.” “Knew you could do it.” "That's my girl."
𑣲He has his favorites gym outfits you wear. He loved those tight ones that showed off your curves, revealed some skin and made his imagination go wild. he often insisted you worked out just in sport bra.
𑣲During breaks instead of focusing on your own hydration, your eyes often wandered off to his throat bopping while he greedily gulped from the bottle, water spilling down his chin. After having enough he let's a satisfied huff and makes you drink from his bottle as well.
- Stretching together gets intimate fast. Mostly because Dante has no concept of personal space. One second he’s helping you balance, next thing you know he’s smirking down at you while your heart’s trying to escape your chest. He can't get his eyes off you while you bend down or arch, his hands immediately landing on your curves. He can't help himself from giving your ass a firm smack each time. At times when he helps you stretch a bit past your limits and you let out some involuntarily groan, his mind drifts off to very filthy scenarios.
- He loves wiping sweat off you. Gently from your face, around your temples. Kissing it off from your neck. Even tasting it on your abs, sometimes getting way too carried away absentmindedly babbling something about licking you clean.
- And if you two are alone at gym, whenever he sits on some machines taking a break he pulls you into his lap always ready for a quick make out session between reps
"Dante... five minutes passed, go do your rep".
"Nah, screw it. Let's get back home and do some cardio"
Dante loved kissing you in absolutely random moments and random places. The affection always slipped out in little impulsive moments, for him every place, every second and every circumstance was suited for a kiss.
𑣲 In the middle of gunfire he’ll casually pull you behind cover, kiss you once like he’s been thinking about it all day, needing to taste you desperately for a moment to function properly, then go right back to shooting.
𑣲 He absolutely kisses you after particularly stylish kills. Sword still dripping demon blood, grin sharp, “You see that combo, babe?” as he kisses you deeply, tasting your tongue like he's taking himself a prize for doing a good job.
𑣲 You’d be washing demon grime off your hands in some destroyed motel restroom and he’ll sneak up behind you, chin on your shoulder, then kiss the side of your neck slowly till his lips climb up your jaw and turns you more his way so he can meet your lips.
𑣲 He’d kiss you in elevators during awkward silence purely for entertainment. Using that brief moment of you two being completely alone and secluded in a cramp space, he possessed ability to make things real intense in such a short amount of time. Sometimes even clicking random buttons just to make the elevator ride way longer than it was supposed to take. And you'd always need to go through that embarrassing moment of getting out and passing through people waiting for their turn. Their eyes on your flushed faced, disheveled clothing and chest raising with quickened breath while your man looked all smug and proud.
𑣲 Dante kisses like he’s trying to leave you dizzy on purpose. Even quick kisses somehow feel intense with him because he always pulls you closer first; hand on your waist, thumb under your chin, fingers hooked in your belt loop, pulling your necklace, anything to keep you near him.
𑣲 If you grab his jacket or hair while kissing him, he completely loses composure for a second. You can actually feel him pause before kissing you harder, deeper, devouring your mouth and it gets real hard to keep him in tact.
𑣲 He’s the type to chase one kiss with three more. You pull away thinking it’s over, and he immediately leans in again: “Nah, one more.” And then it's another one. And another. Until you two lose the count and become a total mess.
𑣲 He could be such an unapologetic yapper while kissing you. He talks right against your lips. Low voice, smug grin you can feel more than see. The kisses start deep and slow, and then suddenly: “You still mad at me, sweetheart?”, while literally not letting you think straight enough to answer.He loves interrupting your attempts to talk with another kiss. You barely get a sentence out before he’s kissing you again like: “Nah, keep that thought for later.”
And sometimes that dirty tongue of his before sliding past your lips whispered such filthy words your knees were buckling, his arm needing to support you.
Dante loved kissing you in absolutely random moments and random places. The affection always slipped out in little impulsive moments, for him every place, every second and every circumstance was suited for a kiss.
𑣲 In the middle of gunfire he’ll casually pull you behind cover, kiss you once like he’s been thinking about it all day, needing to taste you desperately for a moment to function properly, then go right back to shooting.
𑣲 He absolutely kisses you after particularly stylish kills. Sword still dripping demon blood, grin sharp, “You see that combo, babe?” as he kisses you deeply, tasting your tongue like he's taking himself a prize for doing a good job.
𑣲 You’d be washing demon grime off your hands in some destroyed motel restroom and he’ll sneak up behind you, chin on your shoulder, then kiss the side of your neck slowly till his lips climb up your jaw and turns you more his way so he can meet your lips.
𑣲 He’d kiss you in elevators during awkward silence purely for entertainment. Using that brief moment of you two being completely alone and secluded in a cramp space, he possessed ability to make things real intense in such a short amount of time. Sometimes even clicking random buttons just to make the elevator ride way longer than it was supposed to take. And you'd always need to go through that embarrassing moment of getting out and passing through people waiting for their turn. Their eyes on your flushed faced, disheveled clothing and chest raising with quickened breath while your man looked all smug and proud.
𑣲 Dante kisses like he’s trying to leave you dizzy on purpose. Even quick kisses somehow feel intense with him because he always pulls you closer first; hand on your waist, thumb under your chin, fingers hooked in your belt loop, pulling your necklace, anything to keep you near him.
𑣲 If you grab his jacket or hair while kissing him, he completely loses composure for a second. You can actually feel him pause before kissing you harder, deeper, devouring your mouth and it gets real hard to keep him in tact.
𑣲 He’s the type to chase one kiss with three more. You pull away thinking it’s over, and he immediately leans in again: “Nah, one more.” And then it's another one. And another. Until you two lose the count and become a total mess.
𑣲 He could be such an unapologetic yapper while kissing you. He talks right against your lips. Low voice, smug grin you can feel more than see. The kisses start deep and slow, and then suddenly: “You still mad at me, sweetheart?”, while literally not letting you think straight enough to answer.He loves interrupting your attempts to talk with another kiss. You barely get a sentence out before he’s kissing you again like: “Nah, keep that thought for later.”
And sometimes that dirty tongue of his before sliding past your lips whispered such filthy words your knees were buckling, his arm needing to support you.
