how they eat it
dante, nero, vergil x fem reader
tw cum eating
dante
dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows you’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesn’t care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.
“fuck, you taste so good, angel… tastes so good when you’re covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on me…”
a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and that’s enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but he’s got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. “good job, pretty girl… give me another one, yeah?”
nero
nero is sweet, so gentle that it’s almost teasing. he’s nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. he’s so awestruck that he forgets he’s just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.
“no, no,” he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. “you’re so gorgeous.”
“nero…”
the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just can’t help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. “i know, baby.”
he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow he’s being, how ticklish his lips feel, that you almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he can’t get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. you’re so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he can’t help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.
vergil
vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, he’s rough when he eats you out. he can’t help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. it’s too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isn’t done. he needs more. “your taste…” his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. “it’s driving me insane.”
the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that he’s close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.
“enough. take it.”
you can’t interrupt him, not when he’s like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into you as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but it’s still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until he’s satisfied.
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summary: you couldn’t wait to get to the hotel so Chris makes you grind on his loafer.
warnings: chris evans x f!reader. shoe grinding. dirty talk. choking. lewd acts in a limo and on a loafer. Chris Evans looking like this ☝️
word count: 1004
author’s note: this outfit did me in. imma be dreaming about it for days. feel free to scream about it in my inbox. 💙
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
“Come on, you can do better than that, baby.” Chris quips as he shifts in the backseat of the limo when it pulls away from the Lightyear Premiere.
He widens his legs, allowing your body to nestle between his strong thighs before he nudges his loafer against your naked cunt.
“What did ya say to me?” With a teasing glint in his eye, he asks, “That you couldn’t wait to leave so you could cum all over me?”
His smirk goes deadly when you whimper and try to hide your face in his blue linen covered thighs. “Ah ah, don’t go all shy on me now, baby, you’re gonna get off on my shoe and I’m gonna watch.”
He looks so powerful as he sits before you. Dressed in a three-piece light blue suit with his tattoos and chain on display looking like a big bad boss man on vacation overseas. He spreads his legs wide, easily taking over the backseat with his broad frame and suffocating your mind and body in the process.
Your pussy gushes at the sight and makes the graze of your uncovered cunt against the dark gray loafer extra stimulating. The supple leather is soft as silk as you grind your soaked core firmly down on his foot.
Your eyes roll back after a rather fervid spike of rapture shoots up your spine. It has you mumbling an incoherent mess into the steamy cabin of the limo.
“Thatta girl, get that cunt nice and wet for my big cock. You know how it hurts if you’re not prepped right?” The timbre of his voice is low but you hear him all the same. You dumbly nod and drive your hips faster against the handmade leather.
The little tassels flick and nudge your clit on every forward thrust, tempting you to release your cream all over the fancy shoe. Your cunt quivers, clenching down on nothing after a long, tantalizing glide over the little bumps of stitching and immaculate design.
A forceful gasp tears from your lips as your orgasm steadily approaches. The beginning shocks electrify your system but it’s stamped out when a burly hand wraps suddenly around your throat.
Your wide, anxious eyes whip open in a stupor. Chris looks like a feral beast who caught easy prey. Your hands secure around his thick wrist as you clamber under his omnipotent aura and sputter from the abrupt lack of air. His fingers press sublimely against your tender column as he easily withholds your precious oxygen.
“If you want to cum, you betta keep grindin’ that pretty cunt.” Fierce hunger paints his face as you writhe in his hold and do as he says, shifting your hips back and forth with a quick and steady rhythm.
Your eyes go glassy and your jaw drops open, desperate for air as you chase your high on his foot. “Lookit’ my nasty girl,” He muses arrogantly, “You’re so fuckin’ greedy for cock you’ll grind on anything I tell you too.”
Your fingers dig into his wrist as the intensity spikes and the wave of bliss surges so high your brain tingles. His brow pinches, and his eyes are deep and foreboding as he drags your face to his. His nose nudges yours as he invades your space, “You’re drippin’ through the leather, Baby. Makin’ a fuckin’ mess. You know you’re gonna lick it clean, right?”
Chris’s hold on your throat goes slack but he never lets go as he prolongs the exquisite, mind-numbing effects as you suck in a dire breath as your orgasm takes hold and your body shakes and spasms on his shoe.
“There you go. Good girl.” he groans while you come down from your high, sucking in breath after breath as your chest burns.
You feel thighs feel damp and sticky as you carefully raise yourself off the leather. A long, syrupy strand of slick stretches until it breaks from the pressure and snaps back onto your bare leg. You whimper as your juices sear your inner thighs when you lean over and come face to face with the shiny, gluey loafer.
Chris looks like a cat who ate the canary as he watches from his perch above. “Go on, be quick. We’re almost at the hotel.”
Your tongue tentatively slides along the drenched seam and laps at the obscene amount of cream you produced. The tangy taste lacks his own pearly essence and you wish you had more control. You wish it was his cock you were currently licking your mixed spend off of instead of his shoe.
“Get it as clean as you can, Baby. We’re just pulling up.” Chris says curtly and adjusts his half hard bulge.
The car comes to a stop and you sit back observing the darkly stained leather. You inwardly cringe wondering how the fuck you were going to explain that to his stylist.
Chris reaches for the door handle but you nervously grasp his wrist before he opens the door, “What’re we going to say happened?” You ask, peering down at his shoe.
Chris waves you off with his million-dollar smile. “I’ll just say I spilled a drink on it.” He says casually before giving you a quick kiss and opening the limo door.
He offers you his hand before safely leading you into the hotel amongst the thongs of flashing cameras and screaming fans. He dips his head and brushes his lips against your ear. “Bet that cunt is feelin’ pretty empty. Do I have to stuff you full’a my fingers durin’ the elevator ride?”
You playfully shove your shoulder into his chest and mutter “bastard” under your breath before biting your lip. The crude image has your cunt already clenching thinking about how deep he’d work his fingers inside you.
Chris sees your brain working and the hazy look that comes over your face. He huffs out a ragged laugh and smacks your ass as the elevator door opens. “We’re almost to the god damn room, Baby. You’re gonna wait.”
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