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vampsickle · 1 year

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a few more minutes. ☆ (dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, honestly kind of soft, college au dante (more of a modern verse.. where he has a phone etc.), 3dante ftw, he's probably in love with you lol, unprotected sex, mild dirty talk?, oral (f! receiving), petnames: baby, babe, pretty girl, pretty, 18+!!

☆ wc - 4.1k

☆ a/n - this is so .. self indulgent i’m sorry lol. 3dante has a vice grip on me and he isn’t letting go, so! i’ve been wanting to write something for him for a while now so lol ^_^ sorry for using “so good” a lot. get over it i-. also didn’t proofread bc i cba to do it

☆ synopsis - your professor assigns you and dante to a project and when he invites you to his house, you both end up doing more than just working.

When your professor had assigned you and Dante together for a project, your head began to spin, and you convinced yourself that you’d get an F, no matter what. You’ve seen him before, usually dressed in red, snow white hair constantly covering half his face, and baby blue eyes that seemed to always catch your attention whenever you happened to spare him a glance. He sits in the back, away from other people, legs kicked up, always wearing those combat boots. You wondered if he even cared, or was even listening half the time. Tentatively making your way to Dante, you mentally tell yourself that you might be doing all the work, so prepare for that.

Approaching him, you shyly look towards him, his eyes already meeting yours. You think about how awkward you feel, suddenly embarrassed that he’s been staring at you for .. a few long seconds.

“Hey, pretty girl. You’re my partner?” he finally breaks the silence, and his quick glance to your thighs does not go unnoticed. So, now you have an idea of the kind of guy he is. You nod and place your supplies down onto the desk. His eyes flit to them, then back to you, head cocking to the side as though he were a puppy dog.

“Yeah, listen, we can split the slides evenly. Uh— Or work together, if that’s better for you ..? I’m open to both options.” your voice is a bit quieter than usual, your heart quickens its pace, and you don’t exactly understand why it’s doing that. Dante huffs— throwing his head back dramatically before taking his feet off the desk and planting them onto the ground. He thinks for a moment, cheek resting on his fist, eyes shut.

“Mm, how ‘bout you come to my place? I don’t like working alone. ‘sides, I wasn’t listening.” he says it all so cooly, eyes fluttering open again to look up at you, and the doe eyes he gives makes you clench your fists in annoyance, but your heart swell. A soft sigh leaves your lips, but you nod in agreement, pulling out your phone.

“You can put your number in my phone, and then we can meet when you’re free?”

“Well, I can’t deny a pretty girl my number, that’d just be cruel, huh?” Dante’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, typing his number down on your phone, his lips curving upward into a small smirk.

“I should get going now, babe. But don’t keep me waiting, yeah?” he stands up and you noticed that he doesn’t even have a bag with him. Your cheeks still flushed at the pet names, but you shake the feeling off, huffing in disappointment that your partner will probably hand all the work to you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you head for the exit, thinking about what you’ll say to him.

———

Your clock reads 7:34 in a deep red color, finger tapping against the table you sat at, the glow of your laptop screen making you squint. He’s waited long enough, you think to yourself, and you grab your phone to text Dante. But when staring down at the blank message, you feel nervous, and you put the phone facedown. For the past few hours, you have done nothing but think of him, of Dante. He’s pretentious, annoying, and never does anything. At least— That’s what Lady told you. You trust her and yet you can’t seem to get away from these thoughts.

Finally you build up the courage to message him, just being yourself, and you tap away on the keyboard. You state who you are (just in case he’s given his number to other people), and ask him when you two should meet up. Immediately you see the speech bubble pop up and your stomach ties itself into one big knot. You can’t help but feel giddy, like a child receiving ice cream, like a dog seeing their owner, like— But your thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of your phone: it’s Dante. His response is simple, and it reads— Come to my place at 9.

In that same text he’s sent his address to you and you have to wipe your eyes to make sure you weren’t seeing things. But Lady’s words are still stuck on you, and you hesitate, wondering if this is the right thing to do. Wait- This is just an assignment and he’s just your partner. It’s all temporary! You attempt to console yourself and before you know it you’re rushing to your bedroom to get ready.

The time on your phone reads: 8:54. You’ve decided to go casual, with a red long-sleeve that hugs your top half quite nicely. For bottoms you have on a simple pair of jeans. It’s just going over the assignment and taking notes. It isn’t anything more than that. You repeat to yourself over and over, but your cheeks flush, a rosy color blossoming. Why are you getting so worked up, anyway?

It’s 9:16 when you arrive at Dante’s and you lug your book bag out from your car. The breeze sends a chill down your spine, cool air tangling itself in your hair, but you take a deep breath in and walk to his door. Knocking twice, it doesn’t take long til you hear someone walking towards the door.

His place isn’t anything very impressive, it’s a small duplex, and you’re curious as to how he makes enough money to afford a place like this. The warmth from inside calms your shivering, the gentle glow of the yelling light illuminating your features. There Dante stands, a towel draped over his shoulders, small beads of water dripping from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders. Besides his lack of shirt, he’s wearing sweatpants that are riding dangerously low on his hips, and you can barely see the small white hairs that trail down underneath his waistband. Once you’ve pulled your eyes away from his— lean yet muscular build, you meet his eyes, looking more green in the yellow light than blue.

Dante has that same crooked smile, leaning against the doorway, very obviously scanning your outfit.

“Hey, babe. You look really good.” the heat rises to your cheeks from his words, but you hope that he thinks it’s just from the cold.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Dante.. Um, can I come in?”

He perks up, suddenly realizing that it is cold as hell, and he opens the door wider so you can step inside. The door is heavy and you flinch when it slams shut. When looking around the interior of his home, you wouldn’t say that it’s very clean, but it’s not dirty either. A crimson red jacket is thrown over an old chair, some more clothes tossed into a pile, and then there’s even a drum set. Does he play drums? Maybe you’d ask him later. Dante strode over to the table you assume you’ll both be sitting at, pulling out a chair for you. He bows a bit and in a ‘fancy’ voice he says, “M’lady?”

You can’t help the soft giggle that bubbles up in your throat and you take a seat in the chair he’s so kindly offering. Dante flops down into the seat next to you, throwing his legs up onto the table, leaning back and waiting for you.

“So, what are we doing? Gotta bring me up to speed, pretty girl.”

That’s right, you think, He doesn’t pay attention. You’re thinking on where to start, pulling out past notes, as well as pulling out your laptop to show the basic presentation you’ve created so far. Dante’s eyebrows raise at all the materials you brought over, huffing softly, head tilting back so he’s now staring at the ceiling.

“You know, if you just listened now, we could get this done faster.” your voice brings Dante back from his thoughts, humming softly, craning his head to the side to look at you. Now you’ve completely forgotten about his pretty face, more focused on the work that you’re both doing, or— the work that you’re doing. You can faintly hear music playing from a radio, probably somewhere in his bedroom or bathroom.

It’s been an hour now, yet you feel helpless, like you’ve gotten nothing done. All your words have gone through one of Dante’s ears and out the other. This is hopeless, you should go home, and start working on it alone.

“Hey, why don’t we take a break, babe? You’ve already been working so hard.” Dante’s voice interrupts your thoughts and suddenly you feel his hand squeezing your thigh, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Uh— Sure. Sure,” you nervously stammer out, staring down at your notes, his hand moving up your thigh. He’s so warm, warmer than any other person you’ve been close to. Looking to the side, he’s so close, clearly he’s leaned down to be at your level. But before you can even say anything, to try and divert his attention back onto the assignment, his lips are pressed against yours.

A small noise of surprises passes through your lips and Dante smiles against you, head tilted just to deepen the kiss. You haven’t had much experience— barely being able to keep up with his mouth. Your hands are confused, not knowing where to rest, but you hesitantly rest them both on his bare chest. Now you’re out of breath, breaking the kiss, but Dante follows, nibbling your lower lip. He’s so pretty, his lips are softer than you imagined, and Dante rests his forehead against yours.

“We— We should-“

“I thought you said this was our break.. Come on, just a few more minutes?”

It’s hard to say no when he’s giving you those puppy eyes and his hand is moving up to rest on your back.

“Just.. Just a few more minutes.”

It’s all the confirmation that he needs, eagerly returning his lips to yours, pulling you even closer.

You don’t know how it even came to this, it’s been well over ‘a few minutes’, your lips kissed swollen, and now the two of you are on the couch, with you resting in his lap, Dante’s teeth grazing over the tender part of your neck. His tongue darts out to lick the spot he’s going to mark, lips attaching themselves and sucking a hickey, a soft whine leaving your lips.

“Dante—”

“Just a few more minutes, baby.. Promise,” he mumbles against your neck, he has you trapped in his embrace, right where he wants you.

Maybe you never noticed, but he always had his eye on you, thinking about how pretty you are, how all your outfits seemed to be so carefully planned. You both have talked a few times through Lady and he loved the way you sounded, how you had to look up to meet his gaze because he towered over you.

This is exactly what he wanted— You whining because of him, squirming and softly calling his name. But it was all luck, he was just lucky that your professor happened to pair the both of you up.

Your fingers card through his hair, so soft, and he sighs blissfully. His hands are feeling you up, sliding under your shirt, the red shirt you put on while thinking of him. Dante’s feeling your skin, how soft it is, squeezing your sides so gently. Lips drag from your neck down to your collarbone, licking and sucking, then peppering kisses where he left his marks.

“So pretty, baby,”

He kisses lower, just until the fabric of your shirt has stopped him, and his eyes flit up to yours, his fingers tugging at the end of your shirt. He’s silently asking you ‘please?’ Of course, you can’t deny him, so you move back to pull your shirt off over your head. Dante’s teeth dig into his lower lip, looking at your bra, then back to you.

“C’mon, baby.. Want it so bad,”

You feel if you get any hotter, you may just pass out, so you unclasp your bra for him, shyly pulling it off. He mutters praise to you, his lips latching onto your right bud, and he uses his other hand to cup and massage the other breast. Your hand meets his head again, trying not to pull the white strands, instead pushing him closer. In return he whines so sweetly against your chest, sucking, and catches your nipple in between his teeth. That pulls a gasp out of you, tugging gently at his hair, and he pulls off of your breast with a small ‘pop’.

The noise makes you smile a bit and Dante returns your smile, kissing you again— this time more roughly, squeezing and fondling your breasts. Your eyebrows pinch together, sighing softly into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, asking you to open up more. You do, you do, just for him. Dante’s tongue invades your mouth, feeling yours, sucking on it. You can’t help the whimper that slips out, and dante swallows it, pulling away just to flash a smirk at you.

Just from all this… ‘heavy petting’, Dante’s cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, and you can feel how wet you are. This break has turned into something else entirely, you can’t even remember what you were working on, and you notice Dante moving lower, leaving hot kisses that feel like fire on your abdomen. Now your back is resting against the arms of the couch, and Dante sits above you, while you instinctively open your legs for him.

“Can I pull ‘em off you, pretty girl?”

You nod, giving him a soft “uh-huh”, and Dante grins, hastily pulling your pants off. He carelessly tosses them onto the floor and his attention is back on you, on the wet heat between your legs. He runs his index finger up your clothed heat, moaning quietly at the feeling of your wetness, and he’s so impatient. He wants your panties gone. So you reach down to slowly pull them off, lifting up your legs, and Dante keeps his eyes on you the entire time.

What he’s feeling could be akin to hunger and his dark gaze suddenly has you feeling shy— your legs closing. He grips your thighs, moving himself so he’s leaning over you, and he kisses you again. But this kiss is softer, showing you that you’re okay, he won’t be rough. Truly, you can’t get enough of his kisses, he tastes like strawberries, and smells like vanilla. He’s invading all of your senses.

“So pretty.. Pretty girl,” he mumbles lowly against your lips and you whine against his mouth in response.

“Can I eat you out, baby? Please? I need it so bad, need you so bad,” he sounds shy suddenly, pleading— begging for you. It almost flatters you.

“Dante..” you say his name breathily, it’s all too hot, your body is too hot. It needs to cool off, you need him to cool off. He needs you, as well.

So you spread your legs open again, revealing all of you to him, and he’s moving again so he can settle down comfortably between your legs. He’s kissing your calves, then your knees, and then your inner thighs, biting and suckling. He’s worshipping your body, making sure no place is left without a kiss or mark, and he’s facing your pussy.

“God— Look at you, baby. Look how wet you are,” his index finger runs up your slit, the same action as before when you were clothed, gathering the wetness on his finger. But he won’t put his mouth on you yet, it’s driving you crazy, and you shift yourself.

Dante grips the fat of your hips, peppering kisses along your inner thighs again, looking towards you.

“Come on, tell me you want me to do this, please baby,” Dante almost whines, rubbing his clothed erection against the couch, looking to you for permission. It’s hard to even form a sentence, let alone words. But he wants you to give him permission, he wants to work for it. And he’s worked enough, you think.

“Dante.. Please, please— just, eat me out, already,” your voice quiets mid-sentence, too embarrassed, your words feel vulgar. Dante doesn’t hesitate in attaching his mouth to you, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you, the vibrations making you shiver and moan out.

He presses sloppy kisses, like he’s making out with it, your desperate whines simply spurring him on. Dante dives in now, licking and sucking, holding your thighs with a bruising grip so you don’t move away from him. It’s almost like he’s drinking you, he’s dehydrated and you’re the water he so desperately needs. It’s messy, the noises obscene, and you can’t get enough of it. Dante’s prideful at the fact that he’s making you moan like this, making you squirm and cry for him. You pull and tug on his hair, your hips bucking up into his mouth, and he greedily drinks all of you.

You mewl and moan louder than you’d want to, but Dante loves the sounds you make, almost like music to his ears. He doesn’t stop, he won’t let up for even a second, which drags you closer and closer to the edge. Dante then sucks on your clit and you gasp, your hips pushing against him, his nose bumping against you. He moans again, he wants to be even closer, impossibly close. He wants to live right in between your thighs. Now he moves faster, sucking harder, licking and lapping up everything you’re offering him.

A cry passes through your lips, you want to move away but get closer, you want everything he has to give. There’s a coil in your stomach, your whines and moans now higher-pitched, and Dante won’t stop until you’ve come all over his tongue.

“Yes— Dante, please, I-“ your sentence is cut short when a sharp cry is forced out and you’ve cum hard on his tongue. You’re seeing stars, you’ve never felt so good, no one has made you feel this way.

Dante licks up your juices— he doesn’t stop til you push his head away, and he whines quietly in protest, but he lets up, sitting up and breathing heavy. You blush at the sight of him, his chin is— well, glistening, eyes clouded over with lust, white hair messy from when you were pulling.

“You tasted so good, baby,” he coos and crawls closer, pressing his forehead to yours, kissing you again, and again.

The taste of yourself on his mouth isn’t an unwelcome taste by any means, but it definitely is new, and your stomach flutters. Now you’re becoming aroused again, you need something more from him, and Dante knows exactly what you need.

He reluctantly pulls back from your lips, shoving his sweats down and kicking them off hastily. He’s excited and you notice the slight wet spot on his boxers from where he’s leaked so much precum. But now you’ve noticed something else, just by seeing the outline of his cock, you know he’s big. Bigger than any toy you’ve bought or any other dick you’ve seen.

“You like?” is all he says, a smug smile on his face, and you turn your head away— not wanting to give him the response he’s expecting.

After a bit more shuffling around he’s pulled down his boxers, cock springing out and slapping against his stomach which makes him groan in relief. Dante huffs softly, searching for a condom but unfortunately not finding one. He doesn’t want this night to end, not when you’re both in this state, and Dante looks towards you, your pretty doe eyes and plump lips making his cock twitch.

“It’s fine— I’m, um, on the pill.” you admit bashfully, looking up at him with want in your eyes, and he sighs, he’s thankful. Dante mumbles a soft ‘thank god’ which makes you laugh quietly, and he smiles at your reaction.

He gets back onto the couch, and your legs are opened for him, his mouth nearly watering at the sight. Dante pumps himself up and down a few times, soft moans slipping past his lips, and you watch in awe.

“Yeah? You like watching me? Damn—“ he tilts his head back and moves his hand faster before pulling away, chewing on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Now he can’t wait anymore, he’s been so patient, so good, so it’s only fair that you’d let him in.

Settling himself in-between your legs, he rubs his cock against your folds, groaning at the sensation. You whimper, trying to move your hips with him, and he angles himself at your entrance.

“Still want this, babe?” it’s honestly a rhetorical question, you both want this, and you moan to him in response.

He plants both of his hands into the cushion, slowly pushing himself in, and you’re so tight. Halfway in he stops to take a moment, it feels like he’s taking an eternity, and you whine and plead for him to hurry up.

Eventually he bottoms out, fully sheathed inside you, and the both of you moan in relief. Dante practically falls forward, his hair brushing against your forehead, and he plants quick, wet kisses to your mouth and cheek.

“God, so tight, baby— So good,” he babbles off, pushing himself back up to grip your hips, pulling out and pushing himself back in slowly. He repeats this motion a few times before setting a decent pace. Dante’s not shy about hiding his moans or any noises he makes, in fact, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He notices the bulge in your tummy when he pulls out and pushes back in, which gets him excited, and you can feel him twitch inside you.

“Wanted t’ do this for so long, baby, you’re so pretty, so— fuck,” Dante hardly ever cusses, but he can’t help himself, his pace increasing in speed, the sound of his hips meeting yours making the tip of your ears blush. Your legs wrap around his waist as you moan and mewl for more, for him to go faster. He can’t deny you, so he goes faster, he’s reaching so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Ah— yeah, so good, baby, so so good-“ He moans out, constantly repeating how good you’re making him feel, and he rolls his hips, wanting to be even deeper inside you. Dante leans over you, angling himself so he can hit that special spot inside you, and you gasp and cry out, leaving red marks on his back and on his biceps.

Baby blue eyes are looking into yours, eyebrows furrowed, trying so badly to concentrate on not blowing his load right then and there. Dante wants to cum with you, cum in you, just thinking about it makes his eyes squeeze shut and he groans.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, to kiss him, and he forces his tongue into your mouth. The noises you both are making are wet, pornographic, and just dirty. The sound of skin meeting skin, slapping against you over and over, and Dante’s moans and whines in your mouth sends you over the edge.

“Dante, I’m so— So close, please,” you cry against his lips, so he makes sure to hit your g-spot repeatedly, which makes you sob.

“Yeah? You’re close? Me— Me too, baby, wanna cum inside you, fill you up,” he swiftly moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles, and your legs tighten around his waist as you bury your face into his neck.

You practically scream when you cum, but it’s muffled into his neck, and Dante’s thrusts are quick and messy, his moans becoming louder. You cry out his name over and over and Dante pulls you in for a harsh kiss as he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning into your mouth, thrusting just a few more times to get it all out.

The both of you pant against each other’s mouths and his arms are trembling somewhat from holding himself up, and he doesn’t want to pull out yet. It feels like forever when he finally pulls out of you, your cum and his leaking out of your pussy, and you whine at the loss of him. Dante shushes you softly, kissing you again, he’s so tender now, so sweet.

“Mm, my pretty girl..” he mutters sleepily against your mouth, carefully pulling himself up and off of you, leaning over to grab his boxers. Even when your muscles already ache, your eyes want to so badly close so you can sleep, you can’t help but look at his ass when he bends over.

Dante looks behind him and sways a little bit, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“See something you like, baby?”

Your eyes widen somewhat and your hands move to quickly cover your embarrassed face. You hear Dante’s soft laugh, as he makes his way over to you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go t’ my bedroom, pretty. I’ll get you some water, okay?”

“Kay..”

You bury your face into his chest, embracing his warmth, not wanting him to let go of you. Maybe you can both work on the assignment tomorrow.

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