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It's been a few months since Dante and Vergil jumped down to the underworld, meaning that Devil May Cry has been entrusted to Nero in their absence. Which also means that the finances (and debts) are also Nero's now.
Currently, he's sat behind the desk in the main room for Devil May Cry, the 'Closed' sigh on the business's locked door to ensure he isn't interrupted. He sighs heavily and puts his head in his hands, a pen clutched in his right hand as he looks over the numbers and expenses.
Which is the scene you've stumbled upon. Standing at the top of the stairs, you look at how stressed Nero looks. Suddenly, a brilliant idea pops in your head, and a small smirk lands on your face.
You walk down the stairs slowly, not wanting to startle your boyfriend. He notices you approaching his desk, but shows no signs of being his usual, engaging self.
Not letting it get to you, you sit yourself done in his lap, straddling him so you're face-to-face, a smile on yours while he looks adorably confused.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Nero asks.
You place your arms around his neck, and lean down to give him a long kiss. He plays along for a moment, but pulls away when he can feel the pace quickening. "As much as I would love to, I can't do this right now, Princess. I have to figure out Dante's finances within the next few hours."
You huff out a sigh playfully and nod once. "Hmm, okay. But can I still sit here with you while you work?"
Nero gives you a suspicious look, but relents. "Yeah, just don't distract me until I'm done. Then you'll have my full attention. Deal?"
With a nod of your head, your deal has been sealed. You lean forward to rest your chin on Nero's neck while he goes back to looking over the various documents on the desk.
After a few minutes of sitting on his lap and counting the ceiling tiles, your hands start absent-mindedly roaming across his upper back, neck, and into his hair. Nero's soft sigh and shoulders relaxing is your sign that you're even doing anything.
Seeing as how Nero seems fine with this, might as well test the waters.
Slowly, you lean your head down on Nero's neck and start pressing your lips to his skin in soft kisses. Nero shifts slightly when you kiss right under his earlobe, which inadvertently presses his growing bulge directly against you. A moan escapes your lips, and a shiver runs down Nero's body, causing friction where it's wanted the most.
Without thinking, you grind your hips into Nero's, chasing more friction.
"Sweetheart, we had a deal," Nero says through clenched teeth. "I need to finish this paperwork."
You bite his earlobe gently, eliciting a moan from the man under you, before whispering into his ear, "Do it later." Your hands trail from behind his neck, down his chest, and landing on his belt, taking your time with unbuckling it.
Once his belt is unbuckled, Nero grabs your wrists with one of his hands. Surprised, you lean back slightly to look him in the eyes, but his other hand grips your waist, keeping you in place.
"If you won't stay still," he begins, leaning closer so his face is almost touching yours, "then I'll have to make you."
Before you can register it, Nero lifts you up and sets you on your feet in front of him. "Don't move," he says, turning away to look through one of the drawers.
Confused, you follow his order, wondering what he's thinking. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach at the command he gave you, and you can't help but feel excited for what's to come next.
After a minute or so of Nero rummaging in a drawer, he returns with a clean handkerchief. He folds it in half to form a triangle, then rolls it up. Once it's rolled up, he bites down on it to hold it in place. Then, he looks you up and down, and settles on your waist. He leans closer, and brings his hands up to your waistband. Quickly, he unbuttons and unzips your jeans.
Your jeans and panties are around your ankles before you realize it, and the cold air makes goosebumps pop up along your skin. You step out of your clothing when he indicates. Once he's satisfied, he stands up in front of you. He makes quick work of your shirt and bra too, creating a pile of your clothing on the floor beside his desk.
He smirks, as much as he can with the handkerchief still in his mouth, before bringing a hand up to one of your breasts. He pinches your nipple hard, eliciting a squeak from you, before removing his hand.
With both hands, Nero takes both ends of the handkerchief, removing it from his mouth and placing it in yours. He proceeds to tie the ends behind your head, tight enough so it won't fall down and keeps your mouth open, but not tight enough to hurt.
"Now," Nero begins, getting your attention, "I think you deserve ten, for breaking our deal. Does that seem reasonable?"
Your eyes widen at his words, then give a nod of your head. You'd completely forgotten about the punishment scale the two of you talked about the previous week.
"Good. Now bend over the desk for me, Princess." You do as he says, and try to ignore the way the edge of the desk lands uncomfortably against your hips. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand and holds them behind your back, further restraining you. He leans over you to whisper in your ear, "You remember the signal, right?"
You nod your head, unable to speak due to the gag in your mouth. The predetermined signal between you two when one of your mouths is gagged, is banging a surface three times in a row. Seeing your nod, Nero releases one hand, and you grip the edge of the desk with it.
The first smack surprises you, and it's hard enough to already have tears welling up in your eyes. The impact caused your hips to jump forward, slamming into the edge of the desk even more. Despite all of that, it felt *good*.
Nero alternates which cheek gets slapped, but he maintains the same force. After all ten spanks are done, a few tears have trailed down your face and your ass is sore and on fire.
He rubs his hands over your abused cheeks, and dips on between your thighs to feel how soaked a spanking got you. He dips two fingers inside experimentally, then a third, before humming and removing both hands altogether.
"Stand up." You stand up and face him. He brings a hand up to your face and wipes away the tear tracks, an affectionate smile playing at his lips that tugs at your heartstrings.
Nero steps away and sits back in his chair. Without breaking eye contact with you, he pulls his cock out from his boxers and strokes a few times until he's fully hard. He motions you closer and you walk up to him.
When he's within reach, his hands find purchase on your hips, and moves you so you're standing over him, straddling his hips. He makes eye contact for a few seconds, and that's the only warning you get before he pulls you down to sit on his lap, his cock pushing inside of you and stretching you out in the best way possible.
Something between a moan and a hiss escape your gagged mouth at the pain and pleasure of sitting on his cock without much prep. Saliva dribbles out of the corners of your mouth.
Nero pauses for a moment before he composes himself again, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. "Put your hands on the back of my chair. You will not move or make too much noise until I'm done working. If you can sit here like a good girl, then I'll reward you after. Understood?"
You nod and place your hands on the back of the chair as instructed. Pleased with your answer, Nero scoots his chair closer to the desk, causing him to move inside you while doing so. Surprisingly, you manage to hold in all of your noises. Finally, Nero grabs your ass with with hands and moves you closer, so your bare chest is flush against his clothed one.
After a few moments, the pain from the spanking begins making itself known, and it becomes harder and harder to not squirm in his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you can rest a bit, the time will go by faster.
As if Nero can sense this is your idea, he rolls his hips in you, causing your head to jerk up in surprise. A soft moan escapes your lips before you can hold it in. Either Nero didn't hear it, or he let it slide, because he doesn't comment on it, only continues focusing on the documents in front of him.
You lose track of how much time has passed by at this point. The only things you can concentrate on are the pain on your ass from sitting after a spanking, the cold air blowing on your bare skin, and the feeling of Nero's thick cock throbbing and moving inside of you while unable to react.
Nero's left hand lands on your back, and he starts absent-mindedly tracing invisible patterns along your skin, leaving goosebumps where his fingers touch.
Finally, after another seemingly long period of time, you hear Nero set the pen down and lean back in the chair, bringing you with him. He lets out a sigh as he lazily begins rolling his hips up into you. His hands on your waist keeps you stationary in his lap, and you don't dare take your hands from the back of the chair just yet, but you can't keep the quiet moans at bay after so long of no stimulation.
"You were so good for me while I finished dealing with the finances, Princess." He punctuates this sentence but picking you up and dropping you back down, eliciting a small yelp from your throat. He breathes out a laugh. "We should do this every time. Would you like that?"
You nod against his shoulder, breathing softly against his neck through the handkerchief gag.
Nero's soft hip rotations start to turn more frantic, and his quiet moans become louder. After a few more thrusts, he pauses and sits back upright. "I think you've earned your reward."
He leans forward and sets the finished paperwork in one of the drawers before removing the handkerchief from your mouth. You waste no time in pulling him in for a kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battles for dominance.
Nero groans into your mouth and you swallow it down, loving the feeling that he's making noises because of you.
Abruptly, Nero stands up, with you in his arms, and walks to the side of the desk. He knocks off the few pens and random scraps of paper onto the ground before setting you down on it to lay down. He pushes your legs up until they're over his shoulders before leaning down to continue the kiss.
As soon as your hands grip his hair is when Nero pulls out until just the tip is in before slamming his full length back inside of you. One of his hands comes up to cup your breasts and play with your nipples, while the other goes down and starts rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.
You're practically drunk on all the stimulation and attention from Nero that it makes your head spin. Nero begins kissing down your neck, biting and sucking along the way, leaving marks only in places he knows is okay. He's spurred on by your repeated chanting of his name, making his kisses and movements more sloppy.
Your grip tightening in his hair and your legs squeezing together is all the indication he needs to know you're close. "Go ahead, Sweetheart. Call my name and cum for me."
Nero doesn't slow down or stop thrusting or rubbing your clit through your orgasm, riding out the wave and aftershocks with you. Only when he can tell the stimulation is too much, does he remove his hand from your clit.
He leans down, barely able to hold on himself, and whispers in your ear, "Where do you want it?"
"Inside," you breathe out. "Please, please cum inside me, Nero."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, Nero lets out a loud moan of your name, and you feel him spill inside of you, filling you up impossibly so.
He rides out his own orgasm with lazy thrusts, before stilling inside of you once he's spent. His head lands gently on your shoulder and he huffs out a soft laugh before pressing a kiss into the side of your neck.
"Was it worth the wait?" he asks quietly, almost hesitantly.
You smile, and turn your head to the side to press a kiss to the top of his head. "It was perfect, Ner."
You both lay there in silence for awhile, the only sounds being your breathing. Until Nero asks, "Are you up for round two yet? I did promise you'd have my undivided attention after I finished with the paperwork."
With a laugh, you nod. "Of course I am. But let's go up to bed. This desk is not the most comfortable to lay on."
Nero nods and slips out of you before he picks you up in a princess carry, and heads upstairs to your shared bedroom where you spend the rest of the evening together.