WILL IT FIT? CAN'T FIT. DOESN'T FIT. ft. dante, nero, & vergil. (separate obv.)
when things get hot and heavy with your half-demon bf, you come across one issue - their dick won't fit.
cw ; p in v , oral (f receiving) , fingering , +18 , smut , nsfw , mdni , etc.
Dante sits back and has to take a pause. His breath was heavy, his chest rising up and down rapidly as he was trying to get his bearings. His heavy dick resting against your wet entrance.
He stretched you out a lot, at least he thought he did. You came so prettily around his fingers, tongue, and mouth. Multiple times, in fact, so feeling as how he couldn't even push his fat, angry tip past your clenched hole.
"Sweet'rt you gotta," he groaned as he adjusted himself. His tip sliding up and catching your clit making his body shudder as you bucked your hips up at the feeling. Your moans echoing off the walls, "you gotta relax," his words slurred as he tried to focus.
When it becomes obvious that he can't push anymore, he's already hiking your legs up and onto his shoulders and shoving his tongue deep into your walls. His appendage was scaling hot as you felt the wet muscle scrape against every crevice and soft spot, making you buck against his face as tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.
Doesn't fit? Hurts?
Don't worry about a thing, he's give his mouth or his fingers easily. (Even if it takes him a hot minute to understand what's going on.)
Nero is messy. And he can't seem to put his dick in you at all and doesn't stop to the point where he is uselessly humping his wet, cum-slick dick against your folds like a dog in heat.
He's hunched over you, caging you down to the bed with his weight just pressing hard against you. It was hot, it was sweaty, but it was yours. His mouth was feverish, biting, and licking, and trying to press his spit covered mouth to yours in desperate kisses as he thrusts and rolls his hips against you, your pelvic bone grinding against his crotch as his dick kept sliding between your folds, his mushroom tip catching against your tight, puckered hole and then to your puffy, abused clit.
"S'rry, mm s'rry," his words were hot and muffled against your mouth as he tried to apologize, knowing full well that he wasn't fucking into you, and couldn't stop himself for a few seconds to actually align and slip his dick in.
And when you cum on his dick, he is cumming with you in whimpers and choked out moans as his cum spurts in white, scalding hot streams on your pussy lips and dripping down the crevice of your ass and onto the bedsheets. The feeling making you whine as you arch your back and press your bare tits to his chest making him hastily squeeze your hips.
"Again. This time, I actually feel you around me."
The words, will it fit, it won't fit, can't fit, or it doesn't fit never reach Vergil. The words foreign upon his ears as when he has you on your back and two fingers plunged into your tight cunt, he could already tell that you would need to be worked open more before you could take his dick. Which was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. All bodies were different. And sometimes it didn't matter how aroused one was or how wet their cunt is. Sometimes a pussy just needs that extra attention to it so it'll feel good for both parties.
And Vergil was more than happy to give that comfortable feeling to you, because before he even unbuckles his belt, pulls down his pants, and takes his dick out - you will be well stretched out so a cry of "it hurts" or "it doesn’t fit" never escapes your precious mouth.
"Patience."
The word echoes from his lips for a third time that night when he presses his thumb to your clit and presses down hard.
He enjoys the way you whither in his hold. His eyes raked up your sweat covered body as he denied you an orgasm seven times now.
It wasn't until your world flipped and you found yourself straddling Vergil's lap did your patience finally come through.
Vergil, always taking the time to work you open, sometimes did this. Allowed you on top as he laid back, his pants pushed down and belt undone.
"Take what you want."
You have never been on top before. Not with Vergil. But with how he worked you open and how you lined his tip with your fluttering hole, you were surprised at how easily he pushed in as you rolled your hips. A shaky gasp leaving your lips as Vergil gave you that knowing look he always seemed to have.
Yeah, with Vergil, fear of it hurting or not fitting was never a fear you ever had or will have.