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Nero had been gone for forever.
You recalled how he’d peppered your face with kisses, only moving on to apply more kisses once you had given him a giggle for each. He had chuckled, ruffled your hair, and told you, “I’ll be back before you know it; hold down the fort until I get back. And,” he had stopped to tilt your face up to grant you a slow, passionate, toe-curling kiss. The tease. “Try not to miss me too much.” He had smirked upon breaking free from your lips and strode out the door, leaving you incredibly aroused and indescribably empty.
That had been three weeks ago and while you were able to keep your promise in ensuring that your shared home didn’t collapse from mismanagement, you were wholly unable to prevent the longing feeling that tore through your chest and left your chest cavity in ragged and torn edges when you thought about your sweet little devil hunter. The only thing that was keeping you from curling on your couch with a romance movie, your fuzziest pajamas, a carton of ice cream, and one of Nero’s shirts that still retained his sweet and spicy scent was the fact that you got a call from Nico letting you know that they were on their way back and would return that evening. Mood lifted and Motivation™ increased, you decided that he needed a little spoiling once he got home: a nice pasta carbonara for dinner (his favorite and you couldn’t disagree; bacon, eggs, cheese and pasta?? Delectable), a bathtub absolutely begging for a steaming bubble bath only missing his toned and naked body, and you waiting for him ready to please him however he wants, also only missing his toned and naked body.
Wearing nothing but a pink, ruffled apron.
You kept your ears open for the heralding squeal of the van’s arrival and by extension your sweet Nero’s arrival. Once you heard the telltale squeal of the tires being abused against the pavement as Nico daredevil swerved to a stop in front of yours and Nero’s home you beat feet and imitated the van as your feet squeaked to a stop at the front entryway to fall into a cute kneeling position before the door’s lock clicked open and the door opened to admit Nero.
“What would you like first Nero?” You purred, “Dinner, a bath or m…” You trailed off when you noticed how absolutely dead on his feet Nero was. His eyes looked barely able to keep themselves open and he had to sit down at the small stool that you kept by the entryway to remove his boots. That was something he’d never done before and you actually weren’t sure if the stool could support his weight. Blessings of blessings the stool held Nero’s weight, even when Nero gave a sigh and leaned against the wall, his head nodding slightly as he fought his exhaustion. He looked so precious there, sitting on a stool too small for his size and falling asleep, but you couldn’t let him nap because he’d wake up with a crick in his neck (and because he was blocking the front door with his long legs spread out in front of him). You rose, feeling a little embarrassed about your attire and your assumptions. You should have foreseen that Nero was going to want to sleep the moment he’d gotten home, but you were thinking about how you wanted to spoil him more than you were thinking about how receptive he’d be. “Nero,” you tugged on his jacket sleeve, “c’mon, baby you can’t sleep here. Let’s get to bed, hm?” You spoke gently. Nero’s eyes cracked open just a touch to give you a once-over and once he completed his perusal of your nearly naked body, he let out a soft moan. “Great,” Nero groaned, “Now every part of my body hurts.” You smothered a laugh and pulled his arm across your shoulders to help support his weight as you tried taking him to your bedroom. Tried being the operative word because Nero kept dragging ass, turning his head to smack kisses into your neck and trying to loosen his arm from your grip for his arm to travel down your exposed back and grip your ass. “Nero,” you giggled and smacked his butt, earning a soft playful growl from him.
“You are way too tired to do anything tonight. C’mon, lets get you to bed.” He gave you a sleepy smile. “That’s exactly how I like my woman: pushier when she wants me in her bed.” He took a deep inhale of your skin and gave a soft sigh of contentment. “I also like you smelling so good and being so soft and being so naked.” He slurred his words from sleepiness. “Be naked more, OK? Good look on you…” You gave an amused huff at his adorable antics, but you stayed firm. He was getting into bed before he took a swan dive directly towards the hardwood. While you were sure the judges would award him a perfect score (you were the only judge and not biased at all, no) you didn’t want any part of his beautiful face hurt. Also he might start being grumpy instead of adorably horny. He tucked his face into your neck and started being more compliant with your ministrations. The both of you stumbled into your bedroom and you adjusted Nero so he was sitting at the side of the bed. He leaned his face into your chest while you worked his jacket off his arms and then off his body. His sweater and shirt were more difficult, his arms lifted weakly to assist you, but his face stayed pressed into your cleavage. “Nears,” you admonished, “I need you to lift your head a moment so I can get your shirts off.” You tugged at the bottom of his layered tops and he groaned. “I wanna stay here. It’s good for my soul.” He pouted. You rolled your eyes and pulled his hair back to look at your stern face. He frowned, but then his face turned contemplative, one brow raised. “This isn’t bad either. Harder, daddy.” He nuzzled his head into your hand and opened his eyes with a soft smile looking even cuter somehow with his head tilted just so into your hand. You ignored how your heart thumped harder and skipped a beat simultaneously resulting in a very odd sensation. Heartburn? It was similar, but not quite. Oh right, it was love for your dorky demon hunter. Silly you.
You took the opportunity of having your hand in his hair to run your fingers through his soft locks. He closed his eyes again and let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around you in a loose grip and nuzzling his face back into your cleavage, rumbling a soft purr into your body. You ignored how your brain enjoyed the sensation while simultaneously a throbbing started in your brain signaling the start of a headache. “Nears. Shirts.” You pulled his collar to prompt him into moving. He leaned back with a grumble. “You only want me for my hot body…” He continued grumbling under his breath even as he pulled his shirts over his head, tossing them to the side before returning back to embracing you gently and resting his face in your chest with a sleepy murmur. You sighed and pushed him sideways onto the bed to the sound of his protest. You pulled his legs onto the bed and started removing his socks and jeans for him. “Hell yeah, I like where this is going.” He unbuttoned his jeans for you and helped you remove them by kicking them off. He started to remove his boxers but you stayed him with a hand. You walked from the foot of the bed to the head where he lay and cupped his cheeks in your hands. You peppered kisses into his face and on his lips, his lips trailing after you when you pulled away. You rested your forehead against his for a brief moment to Nero’s delight before pulling away to Nero’s annoyance. He tried to follow you, but you held a hand to his chest and pushed him back down. “Nears, you are exhausted . We won’t be doing anything until you get some sleep.” Nero let out a wordless cry of disbelief. You had turned to leave, but were stopped by Nero’s grasp on your wrist. “ We don’t have to do anything,” he reeled you in, hand over hand on the arm he grasped until you were close enough that he could pick you up and pull you atop his body. He set your bent legs to either side of his hips so that you were straddling him and leaned back to rest on the pillow, hands on the tops of your thighs rubbing the muscles gently .
“Buu~uut you could give me the world’s best sleeping medicine?” He tilted his head and turned the puppy dog eyes on. It was like being hit in the face by a flashlight after being in a dark room, those damn pleading eyes. He could smell the metaphorical blood in the water of your weakening resolve and he acted accordingly. “Please, baby…? Will you please help me sleep?” With his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks so pink, his pretty lower lip quivering slightly and the feel of his cock starting to harden against you, how in the world were you ever supposed to say ‘no’? When you let out a groan of defeat he gave a whoop of victory which was cut off shortly after with the passionate kiss that you leaned forward to give him. You cupped his face in your hands and stroked his cheekbones while molding your lips to his, pulling that stupid pouty lower lip further into your mouth with each pucker into his lips that you made. He started thrusting against you gently and his hands moved to your lower back and moved you with him with each roll of his hips. You grabbed his hair hard, ripping a moan from deep in his chest, and pulled his head to the side to put your marks into the skin of his pretty pale neck. You nibbled and suckled his skin, leaving your marks there while your hands explored his arms and chest your fingernails leaving your marks there by scoring him as gently as possible. He retaliated to the best of his current abilities by massaging your butt and thighs, but you happened to be better at this game… And more awake. The nails of one of your hands scratched his nipple gently and his heavy breathing broke momentarily to release a sharp gasp. You always loved his sounds and knew of a surefire way to draw even more out of him. You went down his body, kisses and bites left in your wake, only the smear of your chap stick left on his skin indicating where you’d been due to his healing factor. Disappointing, but a fact of life you were accustomed to by now. He tried to pull you back up for more kisses, but you pushed his hands away, so he settled for having his hands in your hair, caressing and stroking your hair tenderly. You teased the ‘V’ of his hips tugging the skin there, expertly teasing and tugging whimpers from Nero’s mouth. When his moans turned into slurred mutters you pulled the front of his boxers down and dodged his cock springing free from its cloth prison and smacking his stomach turning Nero’s mutters to soft whimpers, and leaving a smear of precum across his belly. You took a moment to lick his salty precum from his tummy, tickling a giggle out of him in the process. You took another moment to raspberry his tummy, looking up at him while you did.
He giggled, he’s ticklish and you knew this about him and weaponized it frequently , but then he glared down at you. You were still straddling his legs, just slightly further down, so it was easy for him to move his leg against your now-wet pussy and get his revenge. The lower part of his thigh nudged against your exposed pussy (damn this apron!) slowly , rocking against your folds with care and doing his damnedest to stimulate your clit as hard as he could. Even though this was about Nero, you bit your lip to stifle a loud moan and rocked your pussy into his thigh. Nero sighed and stroked your hair as you moved on him, the only indication of how much he liked having your slick spread across his thigh and rubbed into his skin was the twitching of his cock and the soft, “That’s right, baby, just like that. Use me however you want…” Spoken barely above a whisper as he moved his thigh faster and harder into you.
You rolled yourself into his thigh as fast as possible, the hard muscle of his quadriceps pressing into your folds and clit just right. You were so close to orgasm, but you needed more. You needed his cock inside you, desperately. Even though you were breathing hard, gasping when Nero flexed that beautiful leg into you, you pumped his cock to spread his precum before taking him into your mouth about a third of the way. The moment your mouth was around him he hissed in a breath and thrust upward, his thigh trembling with the effort of holding himself back and vibrating against your clit. You whimpered against his cock when his thigh kept vibrating, was he doing that on purpose? But you persevered and pulled off his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you went. You pumped him a few more times, pulling the skin of his cock with a firm grip and a slight twist, gradually milking more precum out of him. You built enough courage to try taking more of him down your throat. Nero wasn’t exactly small, and he wasn’t exactly short, so taking him in your mouth tended to be a chore leaving you with a very sore jaw and a sore throat. It also left you with a very satisfied Nero and a sore pussy after he was done ‘repaying the favor’ to his satisfaction.
You noted that his moaning and muttering had stopped, giving way to deep, focused breathing. Well that just wouldn’t do, would it? You spread the precum you had gathered and took him deep, sucking hard once he was halfway down your throat your hand stroking and twisting what you couldn’t get into your mouth. His hips jerked hard but were quickly controlled and his whole body started trembling, his breaths turning to insensible praises and whimpered moans.
“F-Fuck! You’re so fucking h-hot. Suck me more, baby, please, please, please.” He kept muttering ‘please’ while shaking his head and gently holding your head to his cock. You adjusted his shaking leg off your clit. You would need your focus for this. You moved up a little more and Nero spread his legs a little more. You bobbed on his cock a few times, twisting and pulling his cock with your hand as you once again gathered courage. This time for the whole thing. His dick was thoroughly slathered with his precum and your saliva and he was getting incredibly close if his begging was any indication. You took and deep breath and then took a deep dive aiming for the base of his cock. You struggled to get him past your tight oropharynx and into your esophagus, but after relaxing as much as you possibly could, you sneaked him in. You left him in your throat a moment, giving your poor gag reflex a short break and just listened to the music Nero made: choking sounds to start when you pushed him past your usual stopping point, then aborted moans as he held back his thrusts, all weaving through the complicated tune of his whimpers, praises and whines delightfully. A song that you could listen to any day of the week, any moment. He tangled his fingers in your hair, not moving you, just holding you to him and you moaned around his cock in pleasure with the gentle pulling of your hair. Nero made unintelligible noises and spread his legs more, toes curling into the bed sheets to avoid fucking your mouth with the fervor that he clearly wanted. You were running out of air rapidly, so you decided now was the time to move which you did. Slowly. His moans hit a high pitch as you ascended and lowered in pitch as you lowered your mouth on him.
Nero’s body was an instrument that you learned easily and happily, able to play it blindfolded if needed (you wouldn’t mind it if it was needed, actually) and every time you practiced it, you went away with more capability than before. You would happily practice Nero until you made it perfect for him.
Y ou went up and down faster now, the constant movement slightly numbing your throat and the arousal dripping down your thighs making the slide easier and easier, drawing more moans out of Nero. He didn’t break and start fucking your throat though.
Shame.
You rubbed your thighs together in sheer, desperate arousal and took his tight balls in your free hand to gently roll them. He let out another shaky and broken moan while his hips twitched upwards again. Nearly there… You continued to massage his balls and bobbing on his thick cock while you sneaked a finger towards the tight rim of his asshole, and started gently, gently, gently tracing the puckered muscle. Though you touched him with feather-light touches, his reaction was explosive. A groan tore from him, broken and ragged as he tossed his head and began his litany of ‘please’s again. You pulled off his swollen and reddened cock momentarily. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You asked, pressing kisses to the puffy tip of his penis. He tossed his head and his hips kept twitching, both of his hands impossibly and so pleasantly tangled in your hair.
“W-Wanna cum in you… Please, baby, I’m so – shit! – so close, baby. I wann- wanna fill you up…” He begged, his words becoming more and more illegible with each fantasy that he panted at you. Well, you weren’t going to just sit there and let him continue begging so prettily without giving him his reward. You stuck a finger in your mouth to act as lube, unsanitary as you found it but your man had been sitting here and squirming for release for long enough. You pulled your finger out of your mouth, a string of saliva breaking only when your finger approached his ass and pressed against the pink muscle. You continued massaging his balls, but hovered above his cock, ready to take it into your mouth at the opportune time and resisting his hands gentle tugging your hair to encourage you to take him into your mouth.
You took him into your throat the same moment that you thrust your finger into his ass, lifting yourself slightly to avoid choking on the dick that he thrust into your mouth with one hard flex. You bobbed on his cock and searched for the small button that would unlock his restraint, aaaaand there it is. You circled your fingertip against his prostate and like a cage releasing a hungry tiger upon a hapless kindergarten class, Nero sprung. He grabbed your head and pushed and pulled your head against his cock, you the helpless tide in thrall to the magnificent moon. The corners of your eyes gathered tears as he thoroughly fucked your face but you enjoyed every moment despite the discomfort because of how it rendered Nero only able to helplessly babble incoherently. Smatterings of praises for you and your mouth here and there, of course, but the most frequent legible sentences that he said were his slurred “I love you”s as his hips stuttered and he spurted into your throat.
You pulled off of Nero with a pop, his half-hard cock and a copious quantity of cum falling against his stomach with a messy smack and then out of Nero’s tight hole, shuddering from overstimulation. You moved from your position straddling his legs up to straddle his waist, careful not to restrict the rapid movement of his chest as he panted and recovered from his orgasm. You leaned forward to stroke his soft cheeks and press kisses into his lips, which he returned desperately, grabbing the back of your head to pull you closer. You slowed the pace of the kissing and rested your forehead against his, still stroking his face. “Better, Nears?” You whispered. Nero shook his head with a frown and held your body closer to his, one hand pulling your face down further so he could whisper into your ear.
“’m not satisfied.” His nose stroked the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder. “I told you. I want to cum in you.” He used his grip on you to roll you onto your back, hitching your legs high around his waist at the same time. He sat up a little to rip the apron right down the middle and exposing you fully to his gaze. “I told you.” He said as he held his now hard cock at your sopping entrance, circling the rim a few times to tease you. “I want.” The two of you gasped as he started pressing into you. “To fill.” He tucked his face into your neck and bit your neck softly until he left his mark. “You up.” He finished once he had bottomed out. He was kind; he gave you a few moments to acclimate to his thick girth and length.
Only a few moments though.
The moment he felt your legs flex on his waist, he started a slow and deep pace, pulling moans out of you as he pulled nearly out and choking your gasps when he thrust in. You were honestly too wound up from sucking him sloppy to last very long, and every time he bottomed out, his pelvis rubbed against your swollen clit in the most delicious way. You came hard, your pussy clenching hard around his cock and your arms encircling his neck pulling him down to kiss him sloppily while you twitched your pleasure to its completion. Nero maintained a moderate pace to work you through your orgasm, but he slowed down once you whimpered his name when it turned to be too much. “One more. Just one more, baby...” Nero caressed your face lovingly and started to move again. You nodded vigorously gripping his back muscles and enjoying the flex as he moved in you and if you scratched him when his pace quickened, he didn’t complain. He pulled back to gain leverage and to maintain eye contact with you as he hurried his pace once more, his hips snapping and the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with the sound of your combined moans and praises. Nero moved to a kneeling position and grasped your waist with one hand to pull you hard onto his cock with each thrust forward while the other hand moved to your clit and rubbed hard, fast circles into your swollen bud. You were hurtling towards your second orgasm with each cervix-bruising thrust he made in you, your cries getting louder and more frequent.
“Nero, please, please! I’m so close! Please cum for me, please cum in me! I want you, I need you to fill me up!” Was an example of the words that you begged him with, a growl erupting from him with each plea that reached his ears. He pulled your legs up, higher and higher, until your knees touched your chest and you were wide open for him. The next hard thrust that he made signaled the approaching end for the both of you. He maintained a hard and fast pace, balls gradually slapping your ass less as they tightened up inside of him ready to spill his seed into you, whimpering when feeling your vaginal muscles clench around him ready to pulse around his member that was hitting the sweet spot inside you with every push into you. He let go of one of your legs to reach down and pinch your clit, your orgasm combusting a chain reaction inside you that resulted in you becoming a squirming, moaning mess and your pussy gripping Nero’s cock hard enough that he choked on a moan and gripped the bed sheets in a fist the threads of the sheet whining in complaint at the stress he was putting them under. His hips stuttered, barely moving at all trapped in the grip of your pussy, until he spilled his cum, generously stuffing your pussy until it overflowed and dripped down your gluteal crease and onto your sheets. He lowered himself onto you, resting his weight upon you while you both caught your breaths, purring slightly and nuzzling your face when you stroked his back soothingly.
Nero’s breathing started getting heavier and that was your cue to start pushing his heavy body off of you. He rolled off you to his side, grabbing you before you had the chance to escape and tucked your front into his front so he could kiss your face lovingly giving a pleased ‘hm’ once he had kissed your face to his satisfaction. And he was most satisfied; it radiated throughout every long inch of his exhausted body. Before he drifted off into a well-deserved sleep, you had a realization. “Hey, Nears?” You whispered into his neck where he had tucked you tightly. You had received only a sleepy “hm?” in reply. “First off, I love you.” You hugged him tighter into you. He murmured the sound of ‘I love you too” back at you, but it was garbled by sleep. “Second, I guess since I made dinner, you brought dessert. Thanks for the BanaNero cream pie.” You grinned. Nero was tired, but he wasn’t too tired to bring his hand up for a face-palm while shaking his head. You giggled, terribly pleased at his simultaneous love and hate for your joke. Your giggles stopped when he leaned down to whisper into your ear:
“I want seconds…”