i love in One Piece whenever a deeply traumatized character tries to convince luffy that they're unlovable and that he's better off leaving them behind and that he shouldn't waste his time on them and luffys reaction every time is the most blunt "what the fuck are you talking about? are you stupid?"
Hey could i request vergil x reader one bed smut (does that make sense? English isnt my first Language)
on god?
vergil x reader (duh)
wc: 2888 (oupsi!)
summary: one bed. two idiots. yeah. you know what happens.
warnings: obv smut, my shitty writing, vergil might be ooc, possessive vergil, love bites, fluff, attempt at humor, afab reader but no use of specific pronouns, one (1) use of y/n, mention of small injury, my first time writing smut be gentle guys (insert sex joke here)
a/n: THANK U FOR REQUESTING ILY FOR THIS. it was fun writing this! i hope its to your liking <3 sorry if im too late with it huhu
Vergil had let you tag along with him on one of his devil hunting jobs Nero had given him, since you were familiar with the area and all. The fight was honestly gruesome, it ended up being a lot of demons there, so it took a long time between the two of you to clear it up and complete the contract.
It had been a cloudy day, and the rain had started to pick up when you were finishing off a bigger devil. You two decided to find lodgings for the night, seeing as the rain by now was heavy with no sight of it letting up anytime soon. That and the fact that you were utterly exhausted, made the motel an easy choice, money be damned. You also had gotten a nasty gash on your thigh by one of those demons, you're not sure if Vergil noticed your slight limping, he hadn't commented on it.
Going into the nearby town, you decided to go to the motel you usually used when you had work here. You were a semi regular so the lady on the counter recognized you.
“Oh, honey, we have one room left, I hope that's okay for you and your companion?”
You glanced at Vergil, who shrugged at you. He'd probably say something along the lines of ‘I need no sleep, for I am a devil,’ if the lady behind the counter wasn't present, pfft what a nerd. (You wanted that cookie badly.)
“Yeah, sure, thank you.” and with that you paid, she handed you the key to your room and you left with a muttered goodnight to her.
Once you two found your room, you unlocked the door, and after Vergil got in you locked it. Clearing your throat as you toed off your shoes and let your weapons rest on the small coffee table that was within your room. “I can sleep on the floor, if you want, I'm used to it.”
He side eyed you as if you'd said something absurd and continued taking off his clothes.
“Don’t start with the you need no sleep bit, I know you're exhausted too.”
“There is no need. I shall take the floor.”
“Absolutely not? You practically did all the heavy lifting on this job, you deserve the bed.”
“You are a human, you will take the bed.”
“Oh my god I’m not arguing about this right now. We’ll both sleep on it if you wanna be like that. Can I shower first though?”
He hummed so you took it as confirmation, and went ahead. The water was decently warm, but knowing it would run out if you stayed under it for too long, your shower was a quick one. Thankfully the gash wasn't deep but it was still lightly bleeding, you'd have to deal with it when you were less tired. Seeing as you had no change of clothes, and the ones you came here in were drenched from the rain, you placed them out neatly to dry.
As if sharing the bed with him wouldn't be torturous enough, you'd both be in your underwear. Lord have mercy you need to stay focused. You wrapped a robe around you, exited the bathroom, and you went to mess with the thermostat because it would get cold, and so your clothes could dry faster.
“You should place your clothes on the radiators, so they'll dry faster,” you told him. He took a slow look at you, his eyes roaming the parts of your body that were exposed through the fluffy robe. It made you shudder. You hope he hadn't picked up on the smell of blood from your wound.
He nodded and went to shower too. After that, it was time for bed. God your heart was pounding in your rib cage.
“Sooo, which side of the bed do you want?”
“Whichever is fine by me. Sit down for a moment, and disrobe if you please.”
He went to the bathroom where you heard him rummage around looking for something. Reluctantly you did as he asked, placing the robe on the flimsy chair, and sitting on the soft bed. He reemerged, holding a first aid kit and you deflated. You didn't want to bother him with this, but alas. He kneeled in front of you, and separated your thighs. The gash was on the inside of your left one, so he had to, to be able to work properly. His touch sent a shiver through your entire body.
“You don't have to do this, you know?”
“You are too careless about this. If it isn't treated properly, you will suffer more later,” he grumbled, giving you a stern look, while grabbing the disinfectant and starting to clean it. You hissed in protest, your leg jerking away instinctually. He used his unoccupied hand to hold it down.
“Behave. I'm trying to help.”
“Sorry Vergil,” you pouted. “It really stings.”
“You should have been more careful then.”
Conversation died down after that and you let him work in silence. He probably knew how to do all this from his childhood, from what Dante had told you, he used to get wounded from their fights often, and Vergil would help him out with cleaning the wounds up. You were happy they had reunited, albeit not under good circumstances at first, but now they were greater than they had ever been in a long, long time.
You did notice him stealing glances at you though. You had been staring at him while he worked, he looked so handsome like this, even under this shitty lighting. His hands at work disinfecting your wound were soft, and you found it amusing, how the hands that had killed countless devils, could be so soft when caring for you.
Vergil took out a bandage and dressed the wound with it. After he was finished, he neatly placed everything inside and took the aid kit back to its place.
“Thank you.”
He nodded in acknowledgment and sat next to you. He looked like he had wanted to say something but couldn't exactly find the words to voice it. You waited patiently.
“Why did you try to hide it?”
“Ahh, i didnt want to bother you,” you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, feeling exposed under his piercing gaze.
“Foolish. What if it had gotten infected by your carelessness, hm?”
“I’ve had worse you know,” you smiled and shrugged at him.
Looking into his eyes was like looking into a beautiful storm. Much like the one ongoing outside of the room you were sharing. You took a chance to glance down at his lips, before looking up to his eyes again. He was so beautiful. His features looked softer under this light, he looked younger, less burdened somehow.
You two had been staring into each other's eyes, silence overtaking the room. You noticed his eyes quickly glancing down too, just like you had done moments earlier. Your breathing felt heavier, his proximity being too much, his actions too much too. You hoped he wouldn't be able to hear your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest and into his grasp.
(Little did you know he felt the same way you did, hoping you wouldn't be able to hear how loud his heart had been beating.) (For you.)
You subconsciously leaned into him a little. He mirrored your action.
Your eyes were focused on his lips but you were too hesitant to take the leap. A few minutes of you two being close enough but somehow too far away, and you decided fuck it. You closed the small gap between you, kissing him. You pulled back quickly (much to his dismay) and his lips chased your own. He made a quiet whine in the back of his throat, if you hadn't been so in tune and focused on him, you'd have missed it. He captured your lips again, in another quick, unsure kiss, as if you were both tasting the waters. (and each other.)
He kissed you again, fully this time. The kiss itself had been soft, hesitant still, unsure of this new territory you were in. Feeling his soft lips on yours had made your brain short circuit. You pulled back for air, a thin line of spit connecting you to him. Your body felt fuzzy, and the tension in between your legs was increasing, feeling more turned on by the minute.
(Seeing him fight so elegantly and with such conviction earlier had you weak already, he looked unfairly good bloodied and sweaty, and this? This was the cherry on top.)
He pushed you further up the bed, your back hitting the headboard gently, and he settled in between your legs, mindful of your injury. His thigh was pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously, you're certain he knew very well what he was doing to you.
(You hoped the feeling was mutual for him too, but chancing a glance downwards, affirmed your hope, he was affected by you as much as you were affected by him.)
You placed your hand on his neck, bringing his head closer, kissing him first this time. This one felt more intense than the previous ones, the atmosphere sexually charged the more you continued with this song and dance.
You accidentally bit his lower lip, and you pulled back, an apology quick on your lips. He chuckled in response. “You don't know how long I've… longed for… this.”
“Gods, me too, please, Vergil, don’t stop,” you pleaded, bringing him back down for another kiss. You had thought the last one was intense, but this? It’s as if a dam had been broken in both of you, pouring all the unspoken feelings into this, as if it was going to be the last kiss you two ever shared.
(Vergil would never allow for that to even be a chance as long as he drew breath.)
His mouth started moving downwards, stopping to leave a trail of kisses and lovebites on your neck and collarbone, while also (with an enthusiastic nod from you) taking off your bra. After he was done marking you, he moved his attention down to your breasts, teasing one side with his mouth, using his other hand to gently knead the other. Soft sighs of pleasure were leaving your mouth, along with mumbled praise. He seemed so attuned to your reactions, increasing his licking, pinching and sucking, eliciting more sighs from you.
After he was done giving enough attention to your chest, he started trailing kisses downwards, stopping to leave small bites on your thighs, his quiet possesivness flaring up. He needed you to know you were his. He glanced up at you, gaze fervent.
“May I?”
You could only nod, knowing your voice would betray you with how broken it would sound if you spoke.
“Use your words,” he ordered.
“Please, Vergil, y-yes.”
After that he wasted no time in removing your remaining underwear, settling back down and hoisting your injured thigh to wrap around his shoulder. His quiet intensity excited you, and judging by his smug expression when he looked at the state your panties were in, he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
It was kind of unfair how you would never be able to leave hickies on him, curses to that rapid healing.
He left a small kiss on your other thigh before diving in. He started by sucking lightly on your clit, and then used his tongue. He had you pinned down and entirely at his mercy. If you had to describe it, it felt like he was devouring you. As if he wasn’t doing this just for your pleasure entirely.
He moved his mouth down to your entrance, lapping you up, whilst using his thumb to keep that sweet pressure and rhythm on your clit. His mouth moved up again, back to your clit, and he plunged a finger inside of you. The moan that left you, under different circumstances would’ve embarrassed you, but it made him groan into you, sending vibrations straight to your clit, before he paused to collect himself and then dove back in, motivated to elicit more moans like that out of you.
Your hand was burried in his hair and scratching at his scalp. When he added another finger in, and increased the speed he was using to pump them in and out of you, you tugged at his hair harshly, making him groan and rut his hips into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please keep going, j-just like that.”
This did nothing but add fuel to the fire, making his actions more desperate to get you to cum on his mouth.
You were getting so close, your head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed, lips parted in ecstasy, when he slowed his actions.
You whined loudly.
“Keep your eyes on me, Y/n, or I will stop,” he demanded. Who were you to not do as he said?
Once your gaze returned to him, his speed picked up again. Keeping your eyes on him was much more difficult than you had anticipated, but god you needed this so badly.
He felt you getting closer, and one particular hum of approval when his gaze moved to you to check if you were doing as you were told broke you, made you come hard. His name was like a prayer on your lips, his low praise somehow making you more aroused, even though you had just finished. Once you were down from your high he moved to take off his boxers.
God what a sight. Seeing him fully exposed like this, hair messy, expression blissed out just from eating you out, all for you felt like a blow to the chest. He used his hand to pump his cock a few times and when you started pleading with him for more, more, more, he guided it to your entrance, gathering some of the wetness with it, before slowly, god, so slowly, putting it inside you.
Vergils arms were caging you in between him and the mattress, having bottomed out with a pained groan and waiting for you to nod at him to move.
“You feel so good,” he practically moaned.
After you nodded at him to continue, because god he was big, and you knew you were going to feel this in the morning, but you didnt care at all, his pace started off slow. He pulled nearly completely out, before thrusting back down ever so slowly.
“Faster, please, I need you,” you begged.
After that he found a rhythm that was satisfactory, you were being fucked into the mattress. Your nails were dragging down his back, the lewd sounds coupled with his low moans, and the kisses he was leaving on your neck, quickly building up another orgasm.
You could feel that he was close, by the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic the more he continued. He whispered in your ear how good you were taking him, along with more praise, and you knew you would be a goner soon, too.
“V-Vergil, ‘m close,” you panted.
“Come for me,” and, again, who were you to not do as you were told? Your second orgasm of the night felt even more intense than the one he drew out of you with just his mouth, and if he didn’t heal as fast as he did, you would be concerned about all those scratches you were leaving on his back. You’re certain some drew blood, but Vergil didn’t seem to care.
He came with you, after a few more rougher thrusts, his grip on your hips loosening the more the high wore down. His forehead rested on yours momentarily, and you both sighed softly.
He left a kiss there, pulled out and got up to bring a towel to clean you up. You’re certain you looked like a complete mess, sweaty, mind still hazy. After he cleaned you up and helped you to the bathroom, you went back to bed and laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You were smiling from ear to ear, and he sported a soft smile too as he held you.
“That was pretty poggers,” you giggled.
“I just fucked your brains out, pardon my lack lack of a better term, and this is what you have to say about it?”
The disbelief in his voice made you burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, I had to see how you’d react,” you said after your laughs died down, “that was amazing Vergil.”
“That’s more like it.”
You looked up at his eyes, seeing the adoration in them, your heart felt full (not as full as you had just been, but you don’t think he would find this as funny as you did).
“I hope this wasn’t a one time thing, I…” you sighed, “I meant it when I said I have wanted this for so long.”
“As did I. Naturally this wasn’t a one time thing. You’re mine. As I am yours.”
“Say on god,” you joked.
He sighed deeply, “perhaps it’s not too late for me to-”
“VERGIL?” you cut him off, moving to look at him in mock offense.
“I’m merely jesting. I mean it,” he sighed again, “on god.”
summary: your favourite way to pass time is annoying Vergil. his favourite way to pass time is also, letting you annoy him. you kiss at the end >_0
warnings: my dumbahh writing, reader is dense as fuck, dante is a little shit at the end, english isnt my first language, crackfic???
a/n: again, posting this here, but its also on ao3! this one started out as something i wanted to quickly write but it snowballed lolll, anyway lmk if there's typos n such! reqs are open? tho idk if anyone would be interested in that, comments are always appreciated :D
You had known the Sparda twins for a while, to say the least. Being one of Lady's close friends, along with her favorite weaponsmith, you had met them both when you had decided to accompany her on her quest to kill her father, and had come face to face with both twins.
Dante had also become a close friend to you, his personality easy to get along with, and well, you found his shenanigans funny. And well to give him some credit, he had decided to take you in when your housing situation had been precarious. You'd be forever grateful for that.
After the whole Qliphoth fiasco the eldest of the twins had unleashed upon the world for more power, his subsequent defeat by Dante, and their leaving for the underworld to sever the roots of the tree, or whatever the hell it was that they were supposed to do (you were kept in the loop by Nico's retellings over the phone, having been practically useless in providing any support with your skillset, since Nico was there), they had returned and Vergil, naturally stayed with you and Dante.
(They had walked in on you having a dance off alone in the kitchen while preparing dinner for yourself one random evening, Dante had completely lost his shit laughing, while his brother looked kinda… constipated and amused at the same time.)
All that had been a year ago. Since then, your teeny tiny little crush on the eldest of the twins, that had been planted in one of your first encounters, had grown into… well, very intense feelings (more often than not someone had to snap you out of your daydreams of wanting to jump Vergil's bones and leave him a dried up husk of the person he used to be, whoa who said that!?). All that aside you were pretty confident in saying that you had managed to befriend the blue devil. Or at the very least he tolerated your presence, for his brother's sake.
You're also pretty confident that not a soul, not even Lady, knew of your fat crush on him. Dante often would tease and prod you about who it was that you were daydreaming about, but you just kept playing it off as it being one of your favorite characters from the various TV series he often walked in on you (in your room, without knocking) watching.
(You later found out you were so wrong about that.)
Honestly life was pretty okay. I mean, yeah, the man you yearned day and night for would never feel the same way, but hey at least he was your friend, and that had to be enough. You often took commissions from clients that had known you and your smithing work, so money wasn't an issue. Hell you even managed to make enough in order to pay a good chunk of Dante's debts off, mostly in secret, when he had gone to the underworld with his brother. Of course debt collectors would show up semi often, but you took care of them. That sounded more ominous than you like.
This morning had been a slow one, the calls at the shop coming in few and far between, Dante being off on some job Lady had put him on (you hadn't paid off that debt, you always found Lady trying to put Dante to work to get her money back was hysterical). Vergil had decided to hang back, finally having some time away from ‘Dantes foolishness’ as he would so eloquently put it, and he was currently lounging on the couch near the desk, where you were located, reading a book.
“I'm sooo bored,” you whined as you stretched your back, still sitting on the chair. Maybe messing with Vergil would be fun, you'd honestly take anything over this boredom. And like, come on, messing with him was always so easy, so, what the hell, sure. “Can I put Barbie stickers on the yamato?” Surely this would do it???
He sighed and rubbed his temples. (he thinks he should've been used to your out of pocket requests by now, once having asked him if he used mirage edge to cut veggies. He had not been amused by that.) “Absolutely not.”
“Oh c'mon, look,” you opened the top drawer of Dante's desk, rummaged through it, pulled out a pack of said Barbie stickers (making sure they were the glittery kind) and continued, "they're so cute, imagine how intimidating your enemies will think you are!”
“No.”
This old man was no fun.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” you tried to look as much as a wet cat as possible, maybe if he thought you looked miserable enough, he'd allow you to do it?? Hmm.
“Yamato has no place for your… stickers. Find something else to do.”
Pfft. You deflated on your spot in the chair. “Okay then, can I paint your nails?”
“No. Find something else to entertain yourself with” ugh rude.
“Gasp. You're saying you don't want to match blue nails with me!?”
He sighed again. “Cant you go back to daydreaming instead of bothering me?” he snapped.
“Okay whatever,” you snapped back, got up and started making your way up the stairs (dragging your feet as much as humanly possible) wanting to go sulk in your room.
Another sigh. “Wait.”
He finally closed his book and placed it next to him on the couch. Jackpot!! (wait, were you even allowed to say it?) You stopped halfway up the stairs, doing your best to not let the excitement show, and looked at him.
“Fine. You may place three stickers on the yamato.” he said, sounding as exhausted as a parent that had to deal with their young kids being up to no good. Only this was nothing like that, because you were both way too old for any of this shit, but who cares! Three whole stickers was a lot. How would you ever decide on only three stickers?!
Going down the stairs wasn't as smooth as you wanted, tripping and (almost) eating cement by the time you were on the last step, barely managing to regain your balance, you probably looked ridiculous, moving at lightning speed to the desk to grab the stickers, and straight to the couch Vergil had been sitting on. You got comfortable next to him and practically buzzed with excitement as he grabbed his katana from where it had been placed and unsheathing it carefully.
Game on. You were too laser focused on choosing the aforementioned stickers to notice Vergil staring at you lovingly. I mean yes, he was tired of your shit (affectionately), but god you had been one of the people who had treated him like an actual person after he and Dante had returned from the underworld, hell, you didn't even walk on eggshells around him.
(Once, he had tried to give you unsolicited advice over your techniques of restoring an old rusty dagger, a family heirloom of one of your customers, and you had told him “im not taking advice from a man whose plans were foiled TWICE by a pizza addict running on three hours of sleep and a sip of water” and he had gotten the message. He had to admit, you had looked quite… attractive like this, telling him off whilst sharpening that damned dagger.)
You treated him the same as you treated everyone, even dragging him out of his room on one of his worst days to ‘help’ you with groceries. You had looked so determined to get him out of his shell that day, he found it endearing. Later that evening, once things had calmed down around the shop/house, and you had found him sitting out in the balcony, you had told him that you didn't want him to be alone with his less savory thoughts, because you knew well how easy to spiral like that, and that he was stuck with you, unless of course he wasn't okay with that, and wanted to be truly alone. You just wanting to be there for him, was an odd experience to get used to the first few times you had kept your word.
All he had wanted to do was sulk and beat himself over his crimes, but you had been there, a steady presence, grounding him and distracting him from the storm that was brewing in his mind. Somewhere along the way, Dante had picked up on these facts, and had been trying to get him to make a move, but Vergil himself had been skeptical. Maybe you were just being a good friend to him, and your actions were being misread by his brother, who swore he knew you were head over heels for him. It had taken a whole month for Vergil to even accept he had feelings for you that went beyond the friendship bounds.
You made a noise in the back of your throat, your tongue was sticking out slightly in between your lips, you looked so focused on this silly task at hand. Old him would've found this whole ordeal ridiculous, he wouldn't have allowed you to ‘defile’ his precious katana like that, but him right now? He didn't want this stupid moment to end.
“Aha! Finally! Two decided, one more to go… hmm maybe you should pick the last one?” you said, breaking him out of the spell of observing you he’d been put under. He grunted. “Whichever ones you want shall suffice.”
“Nuh-uh you have to pick, it's your katana they're gonna be placed on, you get to at least pick one!” He was amused. “Just one?” He raised a brow. “Shush, just pick one already!!!”
He chose one of the stickers of a ‘Barbie’ in a blue ball gown, after some thought, and was surprised when you gasped in excitement about him choosing princess Isla and muttering something along the lines of ‘ugh i should've thought of that first’.
Now comes the most important part of this whole thing. Placing them. You knew they wouldn't last long, wherever you decided to put them, blood would stain them. You put one lower down on the blade, pondering heavily over which way she should face, Vergil deciding for you that towards the enemy would be best.
The final sticker (princess Isla) was placed as close to the handle as you could position it, with you having decided to place her facing vergil because you thought it would be the cutest thing ever.
After he took a look at the yamato in its now princess-y glory, with you having snapped a million pictures of it (and him, much to his dismay), he placed it back on its sheathe and near him. You were elated. He looked so grumpy (and handsome) in the pictures you had taken, and you had decided as one of the better ones to be crowned as your new homescreen wallpaper.
After teasing him some more, you headed upstairs and took a shower, then back down to cook some food. Maybe order? You found Vergil in the kitchen.
“Hey, what do you wanna eat for tonight?” you asked.
He made a noncommittal noise, continuing to chop up vegetables. You went up to him and sat on the counter, making him glare at you for doing so. “So what're you cooking?” you smiled at him.
“A dish my mother used to make.” “Oh.”
After that conversation kinda dried up (not that that was ever not the case when talking to him, but you persevered), you pulled out your phone and decided to play some music, deciding classical tunes would fit best. He looked so good with his sleeves folded above his elbows, focused on cooking and following the recipe in his head. A dreamy sigh escaped you accidentally, which made him look at you in question. “It smells really tasty,” you smiled, which made him nod in return.
You helped him make the small kitchen table, and you ate in silence. It had gotten pretty late by now, and after ensuring you had locked the front door, you both decided to call it a night. His sleep schedule was super fixed, and despite him saying he didn't need to sleep, he was strict about when he went to bed, and when he got out of it.
You, on the other hand, decided to just dick around in your room, between playing your favorite games, and watching a few episodes of the series you were currently obsessed with, time had passed and it had gotten even later.
You heard a few odd, pained sounds coming from Vergil's room. You often heard him have nightmares, and just as often went out on the balcony that connected your rooms to sit with him after he woke. Being a light sleeper had its perks occasionally. The sounds only increased, just like your worry, and before you had even thought about whether or not it would be a smart choice, you were already in his room, sitting on his bed. His sheets were a mess around him, and his bare torso was sweaty from the strain his bad dream was giving him.
You shook him gently, muttering his name softly. After a few more tries, Vergil shot up, a mirage blade just a few centimeters from your face, and doppelganger (affectionately dubbed ‘lil guy’ by you, to Vergil's utter displeasure) standing threateningly on your side.
“Hey, hey, it's just me, everything's okay, you're safe” you reassured, hands raised in surrender, worry evident in your voice. The mirage blade and the doppelganger both disappeared once he heard your voice, and his shoulders visibly relaxed. His hair was all over the place, not in his usual styled appearance, and despite the dim light in the room, courtesy of the moon, he looked so fucking attractive. God, this is not the time to be thinking like this, your friend needs you, get it together girl, you reprimanded yourself.
What you had absolutely not expected was for him to pull you right into his lap, making you essentially straddle him, and hold you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck too. You were going to explode, actually. Despite your inner panic, you tried to remain calm, placing one of your hands on his shoulders, and the other at the base of his neck, scratching at his scalp to help soothe him.
You had been sitting like that without speaking for a while. You'd be starting to think he had fallen asleep if it weren't for his occasional nuzzling your neck. For the second time this night, you were left entirely speechless when you started to feel small kisses being placed at your most sensitive spots there. How he had even found them so easily, was beyond you, and to be quite frank, your brain was mush.
“What are you doing,” you stuttered through the question, and it sounded even more blissed out than you had anticipated. You didn't think he heard you, but before you could repeat yourself, he spoke, voice tired and low.
“Im marking what's mine,” he said, simply and with such conviction it would've thrown you off balance had you been upright. Could this mean… he felt the same way? Surely not… he probably meant it in a friendly way. But did best friends do this?
The rest of the night had been a blur, your brain scrambled by Vergil's ‘attack’ upon your neck. You don't even know how you managed to fall asleep, but by the time you woke up again and checked the time, Vergil had already been up and probably training or reading. Maybe you had dreamt this whole thing up, but you had woken up in his bed, so you're not really certain.
You quietly went to use the bathroom, then straight to your room to change out of your (very skimpy) pajamas, which consisted of short shorts and a tank top with thin straps, that left little to the imagination. How would you ever face him without your face heating up to a million degrees, and your thoughts being entirely derailed and filled by… what he had done.
You silently cursed out your awkward and unsure nature. If you were a better person you'd be able to either bring it up and ask him what the hell he had meant by ‘marking what was his’ and if he had meant it like that or entirely brush it aside and never think of it.
When you made it to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for yourself, you sighed in relief at finding no one there. This internal torment was going to be unending.
It had been a full week since the incident, and you had tried to act nonchalantly when Vergil was around, but it seemed like he had noticed the difference in your behavior but hadn't yet commented upon it. Dante on the other hand, had made it his personal mission to tease you about your very decorated neck, bruises and faint bite marks still littering it.
Your deepest darkest secret (along with being head over heels for Vergil, naturally) was that every time you looked in the mirror, you felt giddy. And kinda hot and bothered, but that's something you hadn't yet admitted to yourself.
Right now however, you decided to get out of your room, in search of food. The coast was clear, or so you had thought, until you ran face first into a very solid chest, almost losing your balance and falling on your ass, had it not been for Vergil grabbing and stabilizing you. You were effectively in his arms (again).
“Thank you,” was all you managed to get out, your train of thought derailed again. He looked smug as he nodded, but didn't let you go yet.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” ah and there it was, the dreaded confrontation.
“Me? Pfft, I would never!” deny, deny, denial.
“You have been,” he chided, “and I'd like to know why. Was it my actions that night? Were they misguided?”
You blinked up at him. Okay, time to lock in, I guess? You took in a deep breath. Tried to force your brain to formulate thoughts. Thankfully, Vergil was patient with you.
“Did you mean them in a friend way?” Okay this sounded dumber now that it was out of your mouth and the look on Vergil's face affirmed that fact, and you wanted to facepalm so hard you saw the back of your head. “This sounded so stupid, nevermind,” you added in panic.
“Do you usually do that with all your friends?” he looked genuinely perplexed and in other circumstances, you would find this utterly hilarious. “N-no,” you said defensively.
“Good,” he nodded.
“That um, doesn't answer my question?” you smiled anxiously.
He placed his fingers under your chin, lifting your head up, and kissed you tenderly. Okay now that definitely answered your question. You obviously kissed him back, leaning up on your tippy toes and carding a hand through the base of his hair. He seemed to like that, judging by the low groan he graced your ears with.
“OH MY GOD FINALLY,” came Dante's loud ass voice, interrupting the moment you two were sharing, making you both separate from each other faster than you could comprehend, feeling like kids that had been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
This family was a prison, which you would never break out from, it seems.
PAIRING: Vergil x Reader
SUMMARY: You reluctantly took a job with Vergil at an abandoned church and accidentally got sex pollen on him. You offer to help since it's your fault he is in this state. Vergil takes that offer with you on an altar.
WARNINGS: Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Devil Trigger Tongue, Sin Devil Trigger Sex, Dirty Talk, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Creampie.
WORD COUNT: 4,727
Notes: This is my first fic, and it's on the one and only icy half-devil Vergil. I've been hyperfixated on this man for a while, so I wanted to write a fic about him. Listen, yes, I'm a down bad for this man, and I still have more deviant fic I'm gonna make for him, stay tuned for that.
You really don't know how you even agreed to come to a gig alone with him. Dante had to convince you to check an abandoned church with Vergil. Supposedly, there was a rumor of demons lurking around and an increasing number of missing hikers in the area. He begged over the phone for you to check the location out with his twin, even mentioning that this might help his brother work on his team player skills. Vergil, being a team player? You laugh at the thought; this man would just say, "I don't require any assistant" or "You would only get in the way." Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh in frustration. You don't actually hate him; it's just that he can be somewhat annoying. "Annoyingly hot," you thought to yourself. Your time working with the half-demon has always been spent with Dante on the job, so you really never work with Vergil alone. Vergil rarely speaks, instead offering brief responses and occasional scowls. If you had to compare Vergil to something, it would be a cat, especially a grumpy one.
Sighing, you lean your bottom against the hood of your car. You pulled out your phone, looking at the map Dante texted you. The abandoned church was half a mile toward the woods on foot from where you are. Peeking toward the corner of the phone for the time, it's 3:59 pm. Dante said Vergil would meet with me at 4 pm. I wonder how he's going to get her—"Hello."
You jolted off the hood, snapping your head toward the voice. Vergil was standing there with Yamato in his hand by his side, looking at you with his typical stoic expression. "Fucking hell, Vergil, you scared me." You gasped out, holding your hand over your fast-beating heart. The corner of his mouth twitched. "My apologies, I didn't intend to frighten you." He stated.
How did he get here? Looking down the dirt road behind you and back to him. Did Dante drop him off?
"How did you get here?"
"I used the Yamato."
Blinking your eyes rapidly at his reply.
"Oh, I forgot you can do that."
You have only seen him use his Yamato portal abilities rarely. I guess he does use it more often.
Gathering yourself, you move from the hood of your car and walk toward the trunk. "Well, aside from you scaring me, I'm assuming Dante told you the info he has about this job?" You questioned as Vergil followed behind you.
"Yes, he has." You pop the trunk, and his eyes follow you as you lean your body to grab your weapons. "Great, I don't have to go over anything." Holstering your pistol to your hip and your short sword over your back.
Vergil took his gaze off you and stepped toward the woods in the direction of the church. "Let's make haste."
Closing the trunk, "Yup, I'm coming."
As you walk through the woods, you observe the scenery, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. Vergil was walking ahead of you; obviously, this half-demon was always going ahead first. Staring into the back of his head in annoyance, your eyes started to wander and study how his coat clung to his biceps. Remembering when he didn't wear his coat on some hot days when doing some jobs. How his biceps flex with every attack of the Yamato, or when he is at the Devil May Cry office, reading on the sofa. You tore your eyes away, shaking your head, trying to snap yourself out of your thought. Get it together! You need to focus and not daydream about his arms.
"We've arrived," Vergil announced.
Turning my head back ahead, he stood still, staring toward the abandoned church. The church was made out of stone, with some glass panels broken, and the bell hung in a tower that was above the roof of the church. One of the double doors to the entrance of the church was torn off. Only to find it lying on the side of the church staircase, with deep claw marks on it. Observing the surroundings of the church, you notice how the chirping of the birds stops. The only thing you hear is the eerie silence that sits in the air.
You reached for your gun and equipped it in your hand. "Seems like those are more telltale signs of demons being here." Vergil nodded as he firmly gripped Yamato in his hand at his side and strolled toward the church. As we reach the top of the stairs, we stop at the entrance of the church.
Vergil stilled for a moment before turning his head to look down at you over his shoulder. His face still carries his stoic expression, which he always has if it's not a scowl. Icy blue eyes peering down at yours, you were about to ask why he stopped.
"Don't stray too far," he simply stated. Without waiting for your response, he turned his head to look back into the church and started heading in. Confused and not able to respond, you quickly follow behind him.
The sunlight beaming through the stained glass panels, casting rays of light into the church. Church benches are scattered throughout the room, and some are splintered. We slowly walk into the church towards the middle, gripping the gun firmly as you scope out your surroundings.
"Brace yourself," Vergil warned, as a figure suddenly landed on the wooden altar. Snapping our head toward the creature. recognizing what type of demon it was, an Empusa Queen. It let out a loud screech, the sound filling your ears. As the demon finished its cry, simple Empusas started dropping around us. Some were blocking the exit, and others were to your left and right.
"Sorry guys, have to move the party somewhere else." You swiftly pointed your gun at the queen, shooting at it while running toward it. You reach over your head to grab your short sword and slash toward the queen. "And that's in hell!" You retorted, blade slicing through the demon's chest, causing it to screech and stagger back. Vergil was already taking care of the other demons when you shot your first bullet. You quickly finish the queen with a final stab of your sword through its chest. Yanking the sword out, the body fell over and landed behind the altar.
Turning around, Vergil was finishing off the last of the Empusa with a final slash of the Yamato. When suddenly one crawled above on the column he was next to. Fixing his gaze up, it was about to jump toward him. "Don't worry, big guy, I got this one."
"Wait—"
But then you aim your gun and swiftly shoot at the demon. Too late to notice a red plant appearing to be a flower, its root wrapping around the column. When you shot the Empusa, some of the bullets strayed toward the plant, causing the flower to bloom and spray a yellow-like dust that looks like pollen. Before Vergil could fully dash away with his demonic ability, some of the pollen had fallen on him.
"Damn it," he hissed, removing his cloak quickly and throwing it on one of the church benches. You walk toward him, noticing the yellow pollen that fell on his exposed skin was disappearing—wait, it was being absorbed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get some flower glitter on you."
"Foolish girl, that wasn't simply a flower," he growled out as a scowl formed on his face. Feeling confused, you raised an eyebrow. "Then what was it?" you asked, trying to think of what type of flower it was. Vergil closes his eyes, and you notice a muscle twitch in his jaw as he tugs on the collar of his vest, appearing to be tense.
"It's a flower that causes demons to copulate." He said, irritated, opening his eyes once he finished his reply. Your eyes widen as your mouth falls open when you finally process what he meant. Oh, it's literally sex pollen—but for demons. Demon pollen. And you got it on Vergil, who is now annoyed that he's in this state. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." You stammer out, before you can think, you blurt out, "Let me help." Your face heats up once you realize what you said to Vergil.
"Foolish girl, do you know what you're asking?" he snarled out.
Actually, what are you asking? Let's see, to be fucked by a half-demon—that's very hot, can't forget that part—and oh, it's not like you haven't been ogling him whenever you get the chance. So yes, you do know what you're asking for.
"I'm a big girl, Vergil. I know what I'm asking." I bark out, staring back into Vergil's icy blue eyes. Is it me, or does the blue in his eyes seem to glow more? Vergil's eyes flash with a glint of amusement and something far more dangerous at your declaration. He started to walk over to you with a predatory aura, and you instinctively started walking backwards. "I mean, I don't mind helping you because it's kind of my fault you're like this. So I'll take responsibility and help." You stammer out, feeling your pulse picking up. Suddenly, you felt something hit your back—realizing it was the altar.
Vergil continued stalking toward you until he loomed over you, causing you to crane your head back to meet his eyes. Being this close, you can't help but be mesmerized by his sculpted face, knitted brows, and temple beading with sweat, presumably from the effect of the pollen.
"Are you really certain? Because once I start, I won't stop." He asked darkly, feeling his heated gaze burn into you, causing you to feel a sudden thrill run up your spine.
"Yes, Vergil, it's fine. I want this." You rasped out.
A faint smirk appeared on his lips before his hand went and cupped the back of your nape, fingers moving up to grip your hair, causing you to gasp from the slight pleasurable sting shooting up your spine. He leaned in with his lips close to your ear. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he whispered sinfully.
"I'm sure little ol' me can handle a devil," you purred out, wanting to provoke him more, because why not?
A low growl rumbled in his throat, "Foolish girl." The grip in your hair loosens as he moves his hand to firmly grab your jaw before he gives a deep, hard kiss on your mouth. While the other hand found your hip and gripped it firmly, pulling your body flush against his. Your breath hitches at his hard evidence between his legs grinding against you. Taking this opportunity to push his tongue in, claiming every moan and every inch of your mouth. It's not gentle but dominant, like he's trying to devour you. Feeling wetness gather between your thighs, you squeeze them to get some sort of friction.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and bruised. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.
"I suggest you strip unless you want me to shred your clothes." Vergil rasped out hungrily.
Nodding at his command, he steps back to let you remove your clothes. You remove your shirt along with your shorts, your bra included, leaving only your panties on.
You cover your breasts with one arm, feeling your body flush from how intensely Vergil stares.
Vergil growls at your attempt to hide yourself from him. Your breath hitches as he snatches your arm away from your breast, gripping your waist to push you against the altar—causing you to lean back as you grab onto him for support.
"Don't hide yourself from me." He growls in your ears, moving to trail his mouth down your jaw, down to your neck. You whimper as his fang grazes your sensitive skin, his hot breath fanning over your skin—noticing the increase in how wet and slick you feel between your thighs.
"The scent of your desire, it's overpowering. Always intoxicating." He lowly mutters in your skin. Nibbling at your skin, leaving a trail of marks.
You are confused by his word, "What do you mean always?" You breathlessly asked.
Vergil smirked against your skin.
You yelp as he grabs your hips and swiftly lifts you like you weigh nothing and plops you down on the edge of the altar. Gripping your thighs, he drags you toward him, his clothed cock firmly pressed up against your soaked panties.
"You think I never notice those heated glances you give me? I can smell your intoxicating scent every time." Vergil remarks, smugly leaning his face down till his tongue laves at one of your breasts, moaning from the sudden touch. One of his hands moves to cup your other breast, kneading the mound as he rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers. As he sucks the other bud in his mouth, his fang grazes the sensitive flesh, instantly causing you to arch your back.
You feel your head getting fuzzy as you try to think.
Were you that obvious? Can he really smell when you get turned on?
Of course, he has heightened senses, one of the many aspects that comes with being half-demon.
With this realization hitting you, your face starts to heat up even more from embarrassment.
"I—I didn't mean to—"
You suddenly let out a small cry as Vergil tugs and rolls your tender bud between his teeth, arching from the pleasure shooting down your spine. Gripping his shoulders, you try to pull away from the overwhelming sensation of your breasts being teased by him. "Vergil," you whimper out.
A low growl rumbled in his throat from hearing his name spill from your mouth. In an instant, he pushes you back against the flat surface of the altar, feeling the coolness hit your flushed skin. Vergil leans over you as you lie splayed over the altar. "Such a promiscuous woman," he hissed out, scowling down at you with a hungry gaze—noticing his pupils are no longer human but slitted.
The last thread of control of Vergil snapped—he abruptly moves to tear your panties off and tosses the shredded cloth aside somewhere. Before you can say anything, he has you folded in half, knees pushing against your breast. He leans over your soaked folds, drawing in your scent through his nose, staring down at you with a burning predatory gaze that wants to consume you.
Shuddering from the cold air hitting your glistening folds, your body gets hotter from embarrassment at being this exposed and having Vergil so close. Reminding you that you're under his mercy.
"I'm going to devour you," he snarled out before leaning in and gliding his tongue up between your folds.
A moan tore from your lips as you jolted from the sudden pleasure shooting to your brain.
Vergil laps between your folds, gliding his tongue against your dripping hole, taking in your taste and savoring it.
Your moans get louder as you squirm under his hold, slipping your finger through his surprisingly soft white hair and tugging on the strands. Vergil growls as you grip his hair, bringing your clit to his mouth, sucking and flattening his tongue over the bundle of nerves, and dragging his tongue hard against it.
You try to buckle your hips, but his hard grip on your thighs keeps you spread on the altar, not able to move. He moves his mouth off your clit after leaving one last stroke over it, causing you to whine out Vergil's name.
Before you can open your mouth to protest, he plunges his tongue in your soaking hole. You cry out as your grip on his hair tightens even more, feeling the vibration against your cunt as he groans in it. To heighten your senses even more, his fang grazes over your swollen fold as he thrusts his tongue and swirls in your hole.
Your vision starts to become hazy as your body tenses up as overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Closing your eyes, you threw your head back as you cried out, feeling your orgasm crash down on you. Your walls clench around his tongue as your essence gushes out, thighs trembling under his grip as he drinks you in.
Vergil's mouth is still devouring your now overstimulated cunt, you try to squirm and push his head away.
"I'm not done savoring you," he snarled out, chin now glistening from your essence.
"Ver-Vergil, please—"
Before you can plead for mercy, he plunges his tongue back in your hole and moves a hand from your thigh to rub against your swollen clit.
You cry out as your voice echoes through the church, feeling his mouth press harder against your swollen folds again.
Noticing how his tongue seems to feel rather thicker and longer—like it's getting bigger.
Along with a pricking sensation against your thigh from his bruising grip, his thumb pad felt rougher on your clit.
Your eyes widen as you look down, seeing that his hands now have blue scales like skin over them and claws.
As he stroked his tongue against a spongy spot and flicked against your cervix, you threw your head back and sobbed out, tears forming in your eyes.
You open your eye to see that he is still watching you as he devours you with his tongue—his face has blue scale-like skin creeping up his neck and around his temple.
You notice his tongue is blue—he's fucking you with a devil trigger tongue.
You sob and squirm as he thrusts his tongue even deeper, stroking and thrusting against your cervix. Your vision blurred as you choked on your moans, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being consumed.
He pinches your sensitive clit between his rough fingers, sending you over the edge.
Seeing stars in your vision, your cunt squeezes and gushes around his tongue, your body shaking from the pleasure hitting you all at once.
Finally satisfied, he pulls his long, thick tongue out of your hole and gives it one last lick, causing you to buck your hips from being sensitive.
"Now I'm done." He rasped out, straightening up as he stared down at you, eyes still burning with need.
Panting, you try to catch your breath, your body feeling heavy and hard to move due to coming twice on his tongue.
Still feeling the effects of the pollen, Vergil starts to unbuckle his pants with the hand that is not holding your thigh to your chest.
Lowering his pants only enough so his cock sprang out, your eyes widening at its size.
His cock hung heavily from how long and thick it was, and the tip was glistening with precum already—it was pointing angrily at you.
You raised your eyebrows as you started to feel nervous at the thought of whether he could fit. Noticing your worried expression, he simply smirks.
He leans over you, causing your knee to press more firmly against your chest.
"If I recall, you claim you can handle a devil." He taunted, jerking his hips forward, causing his cock to glide its length between your folds as your wetness coats him.
You watch as you bite your lips; the head of his cock nudges your sensitive clit, causing your hips to jerk.
"At least I'm not the one who's all horned up on pollen and—"
Before you can finish your retort, you feel the tip of his cock glide over your hole and slowly start to sheathe itself in your cunt.
Choking on the words that didn't come out, your body tense under his hold. Your eyes get teary as you feel a small burning sensation as your walls slowly stretch to accommodate his thick size, sending pain and pleasure throughout your body.
He let out a low groan once he finished burying his cock to the hilt of your cunt, savoring how you squeezed him tightly.
You shakily breathe out as your body trembles from how stuffed your cunt feels from being stretched out around his cock.
"Yo-you jerk," You choke out, hand clawing under you against the altar as the other pushes against his chest, trying to brace yourself against him.
His brow is knitted as he stares down at you with feral, half-lidded eyes; the collected, stoic expression he usually has is starting to slip.
He slowly slid his cock halfway out of your hole before slamming it back in. The tip slammed against your cervix repeatedly as he set a deep, hard pace.
Your whines and moans with the sound of skin slapping fill the church as he unrelentingly fucks you on the altar. Your velvety wall squeezed around his cock more as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, making a groan fall from his mouth.
"Oh god, pl-please, Vergil! I'm goin-going to come!" You whimpered out, clawing at his vest.
Vergil growled at your wanton cries, his thrust becoming harsher, driving his length deeper into your cunt.
Sobbing as you felt your walls start to flutter around his cock. Intense pleasure ripped through your body as you unraveled.
Your cunt drenches his cock with your juice, clenching him like you're trying to milk him. This sends Vergil over the edge, his thrust becomes wild and erratic as he fucks into you with abandon, chasing his release.
His cock twitches in your cunt as he spills his hot rope of cum, trembling under his grip.
His thrust slows down, stopping once you take in every drop of his cum. Sliding his cock out of your cunt slowly, your walls clench around nothing, missing the feeling of being stuffed.
Vergil released his grip around your thighs, your body going slack on the altar as you try to catch your breath. You notice that the temperature has begun to feel warmer, and the air around feels charged with static.
Suddenly, you felt something slide up slightly, caressing your calf. You swiftly raised your head off the altar to look at what it was.
Your eyes widen as you are met with Vergil's Devil Trigger form. Blue electric light flickers around him as it starts to dissipate.
You have never seen his Devil form very often, and especially not this close up. Your gaze takes in his form, blue skin appearing rough and scaled, and his eyes are replaced with a burning blue blaze—almost like a fire.
He was huge and imposing, especially with what he had between those legs. You drift your eyes over his cock, the head was tapered, and the shaft was rigid and thick down to the base. The slit of his cock was leaking glowly blue fluid.
You lick your lips, you're not sure why, but you start to get more aroused as you study him.
Vergil let out a growl as your scent of desire flooded his senses, his tail flickered in the air before moving toward you. His tail slithers up your thighs, causing your breath to hitch before moving under you to curl around your waist.
You squeal as his tail pulls you off the altar, grabbing onto his tail curled around you for support. "Vergil! Wha-what are you doing?" You stammer, heart beating fast as he pulls you towards him.
His clawed hands wrap around your hips, moving you to hover above his cock.
"Mine." He growls, his voice having an echo as he speaks.
This takes you by surprise, because you did not expect him to say something like that. Maybe the pollen still has such a strong effect on Vergil that he really is not thinking straight.
You gasp as his cock nudges between your folds, lining his head against your sopping hole. He slowly lowers you, the head of his cock stretching you around him.
You cry out as he snaps his hip up, tails coiling around you, firmly dragging you down on his cock. Tears swell on your lash line as your breath becomes shaky from the overwhelming stretch.
Your cunt is stretched taut over his cock, it wasn't painful, just slightly uncomfortable. Once he fully bottoms out in you, your stomach forms a bulge from how deep he was in you.
Vergil let out a satisfied groan from how you completely take his cock, cunt fully wrapped around him.
He lifts you, sliding his cock out of you till only the tip is in, a moan slips from your mouth from feeling how good his textured cock feels gliding against your walls.
He grips your hips firmer, causing his claw finger to prick into your skin, sending a pleasurable sting up your spine.
His tail grips you more firmly before he slams you back down, fucking you onto his cock like you're his own toy.
Your wail cries echo through the church, gripping his tail harder as you take in the feeling of his rigid cock dragging against your walls.
"It's to-too much!" You whimper, struggling to get the words out, your brain feeling heavy and fuzzy. Your wall clenches around his cock, throwing your head back, your moan stifled as you come.
You gush around his cock that continues to thrust into you as you come down from your orgasm.
Vergil groans as you squeeze him, causing him to feel more feral.
In the blink of an eye, he moves to lean you over the altar, placing a claw hand on the surface as he continues to pound into you.
This new angle causes you to roll your eyes back, his rigid cock was rubbing against your spongy spot, while his tip slams against your cervix.
Your cries turn to begging, not wanting him to stop, tears falling from your lash line as your brain starts to feel drunk from overwhelming pleasure.
Vergil's feral grunt fills your ears, his tongue slithering out from his jaw, licking your tears off your cheek.
"That's right, let this devil corrupt you." His voice echoes sinfully, his wings spreading to engulf you and the altar.
You start to see stars around the edges of your vision as another orgasm begins to pull from you.
Vergil feels your hole squeeze around him as he fucks another orgasm out of you. Feeling his release coming, his thrust becomes more merciless, making your body bounce more as your skin slaps against his.
You scream his name as he roars out, hearing the altar surface splinter under his clawed finger as he succumbs to his bliss.
You feel his cock twitch in you as he pumps his seed into you, making sure your hole milks every ounce.
Vergil was pleased with how you looked under him, making him let out a low growl from his chest.
He pulls his cock out slowly, feeling every ridge of his cock making you shudder. He slowly lays you on the altar, blue electric flashes appearing in the air as he starts to transform back to his human form.
He was leaning over you still, his hand next to your head as he stared down at you. With your brain still feeling mush from bliss, you try to study his stoic expression.
"Are you feeling better?" You said breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath. A glint of amusement gleamed in his eyes at your words.
"I am feeling well now." He finally answers, his answer making you close your eyes and sigh inwardly in relief that the effect of the pollen was gone.
"Though I'm still not satisfied." Your eyes snap open to stare back up at him in confusion.
"What do you mean? You just said you no longer feel the effect of the pollen?"
Vergil smirked at your puzzled face.
In a swift motion, he flipped you over, your body bent over the altar. The coldness of the surface hit your breasts as he pressed his chest against your back.
"Correct, however, I'm still unfulfilled, my little mortal," He whispers in your ears, his hot breath fanning against your skin. He pushes his knee between your legs, making you spread your thighs apart.
Your breath hitches as heat spreads through you, feeling yourself get aroused.
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