Cannot Hold It, Cannot Control It

Author's Notes: dedicated to the freak at capcom who modelled V's crooked second toes. you're a real one.

“You’re one weird chick, y’know that?” Dante murmured with his voice full of mirth. Something between amusement and curiosity sparkled in his icy hues.

Blood buzzed in your ears. Your grip on his knee only tightened as your body tensed up. Shameful arousal pumped through your veins. The beating of your heart was so loud that you could barely hear your own anxious thoughts let alone the hunter’s snickering at your sorry state.

“Hey, I didn’t say stop,” he said with a buck of his leg. His shin shifted between your trembling thighs. Electricity snapped through your body as his strong leg bumped against your heated core and the top of his foot hooked below your ass. “Keep going. You’re the one who asked for this.”

‘Fuck off,’ you thought to yourself. Your ears burned as your skin took on a deep, reddish hue that practically glowed under the dull flickering lights of the Devil May Cry office. Still, he was right. You did ask him for this, you were definitely a weird chick. After all, what kind of pervert asked to hump their not-quite-a-boyfriend-but-more-than-a-fuckbuddy’s foot?

He thudded the top of his foot against your ass and flexed his calf muscle. The slight shifting under your drooling cunt forced a gasp from your parted lips. Pleasure burned through your body as it craved more friction. Swallowing, you ground your hips against his shin and foot. Every stroke of your hips against Dante’s bare foot forced your lower lips to part. Slick juices dripped from your needy folds and coated his skin with a thick, slick gloss that shone under the light.

“Never expected this sorta thing from you. Thought only guys were into this kinda thing. Doesn’t bother me though. Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot seeing you down there like this.”

There was a heated heaviness to his voice that made you shudder. Your grip on his leg tightened as your hips bucked a little too desperately against the front of his ankles. A shaky moan slipped past your drooling lips, making him chuckle.

“Though, I guess it all makes sense now. No wonder why you always offered to polish my boots. It probably got you off, huh?” Words caught themselves in your throat. Sweat rolled down your flushed skin as you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes in guilty shame. He grinned. “Hey, like I said earlier, it doesn’t bother me. Maybe next time you could shine ‘em with your mouth. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

Your breath hitched. The thudding of your heart grew louder and harder as your hips ground hard against his foot. Your twitching cunt left trails of slick that ran down his foot and threatened to drip onto the floor. The pants that fell from your gaping mouth grew heavier and heavier as you chased that sweet release with the imagined taste of Dante’s leather boots on your palate. You imagined the faint taste of dirt among the smokiness of the black material, the fragrance of his sweat wafting from inside his boots and mingling with the worn leather’s scent and, of course, the softness of its wrinkles against your desperate tongue. The fantasy only grew more and more detailed with every bump and grind. Your cunt grew slicker and slicker as your hips were a blur atop his foot.

“Whoa,” Dante muttered before letting out a low whistle. “I don’t think you’ve ever gotten this wet for me before. You really are one freaky chick.”

You were too turned on to even consider being embarrassed. Desperate pleas for him to please let you do this again, please let you lick his boots clean, please let you lick his feet clean, please, please, please keep letting this desperate slut worship his feet—

White-hot sensation washed over you. Stars flashed behind your fluttering eyelids as a shaky, strangled cry tore itself from your throat. Your head tipped back as a final gush of slick splashed against Dante’s foot, ankle, and heel. Violent tremors ripped through your body before you collapsed against his leg in a sweaty heap.

“Well, good to know that I put my best foot forward.”

If you had half a mind, you would have killed him right then and there.