DMC Sentence Starter Tickle Fic Prompts - #100
Prompt #100 - “Would you just shut up and tickle me already?”
-> Gameverse, ler!V, lee!Vergil (VerV ship/romantic)
A/N: A lil sprinkle of spice here (purely because of Vergil being the adorable desperate touch-starved lee he deserves to be akjsdhaksn) 🏃♀️🔥✨
“Would you just shut up and tickle me already?”
A pause. V raised his head up and met his whole self with the exact same wide-eyed expression, the only difference between them being the red which flooded Vergil’s face, brightening with the settling realization of what just came out of his mouth.
It takes another beat of silence for V’s thoughts to catch up with themselves, momentarily paralyzed by the clarity of the words and the light dusting of pink on his ears in turn–long enough to incite a restlessness at the bottom of Vergil’s stomach as the grin on his face soon turns wicked, his hands slowly drifting down from where they were once unbuttoning the other’s vest.
“My my, aren’t we demanding.”
Vergil cranes his neck, desperately reaching for an anchor somewhere along the walls of the room to focus on rather than the one on top of him. But it takes no more than the gingerly squeeze of his chin between V’s fingers to be led right back onto predacious, hooded eyes, the lack of any genuine opposition from the other getting him to chuckle.
“I hadn’t realized how long I’ve kept you waiting, dearest.”
V relished in the whimper stifled by Vergil’s bitten lip, watching as he tried at the knots around his wrists once more–to no avail.
“Come on now,” He hushed, tracing a thumb along the bound man’s jaw with a deceivingly gentle hum. “Ask properly this time.”
The command has Vergil shivering, a tremor shooting down his spine and pooling heat deep into his abdomen. His human half marvels at the shine in his pale blue eyes, glazed over in that wanton need, so shamelessly craving that ruthless tease with just as much submission as a captive prey.
And when Vergil does manage to speak again, it’s through a bare croak; the fluster on his face burning at the granted, avid consciousness of the words coming from his mouth this time around, with no means–nor will–of escape.
That’s when V let out a hum, granting his lover a much deserved respite with the clasp of his hands onto sides and the quick, tight squeezes he leaves upon them, his praise falling just below the euphoric shrieks and laughter rupturing through Vergil’s throat.
