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Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship; >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile, you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

“Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.”

Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

“Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

“You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

“Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

“Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for. After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

“Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

"Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up.

“Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

“Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

“Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

"Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

“Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

“Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

“Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

“You too, kid, bye!”

“Bye!”

As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him?

With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair.

Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes.

Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken.

“Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

“Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened.

Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

“I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

“Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

“Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

“Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

His eyes widened, “Since when?”

You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

"Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him.

Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

“Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years.

But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance.

His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

“Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item.

Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down.

After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

“Oh! It’s nothin’.”

“Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

“Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

“Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

“No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

“What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

“Then what?”

“Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

“Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on.

“Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

“Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

“I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea.

Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout.

“Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

“Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

“Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn.

Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

“G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

“If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

“But it’s so good!”

“I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

“No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--”

Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick.

Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie.

Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

“Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

“You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

“I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

“What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

“Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

“We aren’t--”

“We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…”

With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

“After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you.

You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

“Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

“Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss.

When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

“I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence.

Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat.

Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths.

As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

“What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

“I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long.

ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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