Nero x Reader (One Shots)

Massages

There aren't enough fics for Nero which sucks! Like, I may have already read all of them! So I decided to write some myself. Just a little wholesome reader insert.

I DO TAKE REQUESTS!! I know some people don't like Nero x reader imagines because he has Kyrie but like... it's just Fiction, feel free not to read. 😊

You walk into the lounge room with two cups of steaming hot chocolate for yourself and your boyfriend to drink while cuddling up on the couch as you watch some television. It's wasn't every day you got to spend your time like this, wrapped up in your boyfriends arms and breathing in his intoxicating scent. Most of the time you'd only get to see him late at night or early in the mornings due to his crazy work schedule where he drives around with Nico all day, killing demons or working missions that Dante and the girls can't do. Getting to spoon in bed for the night was your usual comfort with Nero, but that was about it on regular days.

That's why today was so special to you both.

You take a seat beside Nero on the couch, handing him his cup of chocolate milk with a soft smile on your lips. He takes the beverage with his human hand, bringing the cup up to his nose to smell the warm chocolate before humming a thanks. His other hand gently wraps over your shoulders as he pulls you into his side, the cold metal of his devil breaker resting on your collarbone, sending tingles down your spine.

You take a sip of your drink, relishing in the feeling of the warm liquid sliding down your throat all the way to your stomach. In the corner of your eye, you watch as Nero takes a large gulp, downing at least half of his drink in one go. You chuckle as he smacks his lips and licks the chocolate substance off of his top lip, a moan of appreciation escaping his mouth as he enjoys the warmth.

You take another sip as Nero presses his lips to your temple softly before he shifts his attention to the television. You enjoy sitting so close to him, warmth radiating off of him and surrounding you like a blanket. You wish you could stay with him like this forever, but you know he'd never abandon his work, not when he's making the world a safer place and protecting innocent lives.

After a while you begin to notice how Nero seems uncomfortable, constantly shifting and always seeming tense though his face shows the faintest hint of a smile. At first you thought something was on his mind, maybe he wanted to talk to you about something and it was causing him to be physically uncomfortable. However, the look on his face made him seem like whatever was bothering him was something he was capable of ignoring.

However, after more of his shifting and the devil breaker constantly adjusting on your shoulder to your arm or neck or even in your hair to massage your scalp, you found it harder to pay attention to the film. Neither of these actions bothered you, but the fact that you knew Nero was tense and uncomfortable made you distracted with the fact that he should be able to have a nice and relaxing day to himself since he more than deserves it.

"Nero, are you okay? You seem tense" You voice your concern, placing a hand on his chest, in between his pecks to feel his steady heart beating beneath your palm. Your thumb rubs back and forth comfortingly, bringing a smile to his lips. You can tell he feels happy, loving spending his day off like this. You wouldn't be surprised if he just simply didn't notice whatever was bothering him, leaving it to his subconscious.

"Tense? I mean, I feel good?" Nero raises his brows as he looks down at me, his facials making him seem adorably innocent and clueless as to what you're asking. The fact that he sounded unsure of his answer made you a little suspicious. Watching him take another gulp of his drunk to distract his eyes from yours since he's never really been one for intense eye contact. No matter how well you know him, if you keep your eyes locked on him long enough, his cheeks will turn a bright red and he will do everything in his power to keep his eyes distracted from your intense stare, even covering his face with his hands.