synopsis: you refuse to have sex with him because of a fight between the two of you and Vil doesn’t know how to handle it very well.
this work contains sexual content.
♱⋅── notes: I might do a part two.
After a particularly tough week at college, you and Vil ended up having a horrible fight about his excessively demanding behavior towards you. Despise all the tentatives to explain why his actions were upsetting you, he still managed to justify it and say he was the right one.
Given his unbearable lack of self awareness, you decided to stop talking and find an alternative way to put him back on his place and nothing would be better than to temporarily restrict his access to you. A sex strike would be brilliant.
Since he loved control so much, you wondered how long he would handle a not having any towards you. Of course you knew he had enough self control to not go crazy without having sex with you, but the fact that you were refusing to do so as a protest would surely be the reason why he would lose his mind.
At first he thought that when you said he would never touch you again it was just a momentary feeling or maybe something you said without thinking (again), but to his surprise you were not playing this time.
His first move was to try to switch up the game and pretend he was the one avoiding you. You can’t hurt his pride like this and expect him to not return the discomfort right back at you.
You’re not the one striking him, he is the one striking you!
or at least that’s how he wanted things to be.
When he noticed you were dressing and behaving extra sensual, he couldn’t help to feel a strong mix of anger and desire. How could be so infuriating just to make him accept your poorly constructed arguments? Do you really think he would fold over your stupid whispers on his ear? Or how your hands “accidentally” grazed over his waist when you crossed his path?
You were a joke! A promiscuous and arrogant type of joke!
And worse! Nobody seemed to realize your demonic tactics other than him. Was Vil really the only one problematizing your extra thigh stockings? Was nobody the slightest uncomfortable about how shamelessly you crossed your legs in class? Where’s your damn etiquette?! This generation was definitely normalizing indecency, cuz he couldn’t be the only one feeling his mouth dry at such a delicious disturbing sight.
Now you were a walking fashion disaster! How could you use something as important as your uniform so licentiously? Weren’t you ashamed of your extremely inelegant performance? Everything you wore and did was so out place and proportion that it pained him. You were literally screaming for Vil to rip everything off you and taught you a lesson.
As the days passed things started to get even more unbearable, but he would never kneel himself for the tricks of the devil. Vil tried to preserve his sanity at all costs, he really did. It even kept him up at night, you were like an evil entity showing up on his dreams and making his trousers painfully tight whenever he woke up from those nightmares.
He hated you so damn much!
But after three long weeks of fighting his own desires he simply snapped. It was one of those cold evenings of november when he finally gave it all up. You stopped to greet him in the end of the of the day, as provocative as always, but that time something even more outrageous made his lower stomach twist: the hard tip of your nipples showing trough the uniform due to the cold weather.
Satan had won, the battle was lost.
You couldn’t even process the whole thing, you were only able to say hello before Vil’s gloved hands wrapped around your arms and dragged you the the nearest corner he could spot. It was completely out of character of him to risk his own reputation for something as shallow as sexual frustration and he was really ashamed of his own behavior, but the tension build it up for so long that it fogged his resilient mind.
Your back was pressed up against the cold stone walls of NRC as his shallow and warm breath hit your face. Both of his hands rested behind you head as his face stood dangerously close to yours.
Vil was looking at you like a starved man, but he still managed to ask you why were you avoiding him for so long. Of course his words came out more like a ragged breath than a normal phrase, but he knew he couldn’t risk to be denied at such a critical moment, not when your warm body was pressed up so hard against his.
As you started to explain your discontent, trying hard to ignore the quicken of your own pulse, he simply listened and nodded, his lips still achingly close to yours. Vil’s eyes watched your face with a hint of vulnerability as he slowly started to recognize how terribly prideful he acted towards you. How could he be so stupid to hurt you when you were clearly one of the most important people in his life?
After you were over, he carefully held your face with his hands and asked for forgiveness, his words came between candid kisses despise his desire to pounce on you. Vil learned his lesson and would do anything to be on good terms again, he craved you so bad he felt like he could die.
Yet, you still had to compensate Vil after making him perish for three whole weeks and he surely won’t go easy on you after everything he went through.
His candid kisses shortly after turn into heated ones as he presses you up harder against the wall, his tongue hungrily exploring your lips as he glued his own hips against yours.
One of his hands slowly traveled to pinch and rub your nipple over your shirt, his warm hands contrasted with the cold breeze hitting your skin and so did his knee between your legs. Now you would be good to him, wouldn’t you? His mouth was watering to taste you and the sloppy kissing sounds made it even more evident.
As you whimpered on his lips, Vil couldn’t help but to feel satisfied with the whole outcome. Were you embarrassed now? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s your duty to take responsibility for what you’ve done to him and a bit of teasing surely seemed like a good choice.
