Dante had skipped out on all his missions at Devil May Cry today, just to spend his inevitable weekend with his babygirl.

Nero would cuss him out later, but that was later.

What mattered was the fun day you had.

How rough hands helped you reverently to dress for the day, clingy as you did your makeup in a pretty pink dress. How you fed your older boyfriend pancakes dipped in hiney and strawberry flavoured whipped cream for breakfast. How Dante took you out on his motorcycle. How a strong arm remained wrapped around your small waist with possessive protection while you shopped through the mall. How he got you anything you wanted without looking once at the price. And how you snapped cute pictures at a photobooth before eating out on pizza.

Now, to end off the sweet date, Dante took you back to his place.

The rest of the evening was spent trying on the outfits and makeup products you'd gotten.

You'd slip into the bathroom to build up the suprise, pop out all cute and pretty for him.

Though this time, you were taking a while.

He played with the stuffed animal you always left at his place, poking it's cheek while he sat on the edge of your bed.

"C'mon, sweetheart!" Dante grumbled from your bed, suddenly bored without your presence.

As if in cue, the door knob twisted. Dante perked up, eyes glinting with warm excitement.

You stepped out slow and careful out the bathroom, gaze glued to the floor. Something you did when you felt nervy.

"Finally, you-"

He froze, words catching in his throat.

Dante watched as you timidly took a few steps closer, jaw slack.

He blinked. Then finally exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding, because it damn well was taken away by an angel.

The angel being you.

Your perfect figure, clad in the lingerie set you had eyes quietly when Dante mentioned how both of your favourite colours blended perfectly. When he teased about the sheet babydoll lace and the stockings.

It was way too expensive. You denied, but then secretly bought it with your own card when he whizzed off to the bathrooms.

Dante let his gaze drag over you.

The balconette bralette's light half cups hugged your breasts from underneath, accentuating perky softness beneath pink floral-lace so sheer, he could faintly see your nipples straining against the intricate patterns.

It's babydoll style draped a red see-through flowy lace from the cups to your hipbones, clearly leaving your matching panties on for show. The low-waisted tanga hugged your hips with pink lace material, the little red bows hanging on either side of your hips.

The sight of you, cute and pretty, sent heat rushing straight to his cock.

"Fuck..." Dante breathed.

You spoke up first, messing with one of the straps nervously.

"I uhm, wanted to surprise you." You murmured quietly.

Dante's brain almost shirt-circuited at how adorable you were.

"I can see that, dollface." He chuckled, the sound almost gruff.

He lifted a hand, tapping his thick thigh once as he tossed your stuffed animal against his dark pillows with the other.

"C'mere princess." Dante murmured, eyes set on you. "Lemme get a closer look at my pretty girl."