PAIRING: Vergil x Reader
SUMMARY: You've noticed Vergil has been behaving more distantly towards you, and he will not tell you what is wrong. You decided to provoke him to get him to confess, but you left the office pissed, thinking you failed. Along the way, you ran into your ex and caught up with each other at a store. Once you arrive home, you find a white-haired intruder in your home, and he's pissed.
WARNINGS: Mating Cycle, Slight Stalking, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Devil Trigger Tongue, Sin Devil Trigger Sex, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Creampie.
WORD COUNT: 5,513
Notes: I honestly think this one is probably more filthy than my Amorous fic. If you can't tell by now, I really like Vergil Devil Trigger.
DMC MASTERLIST
You left the office seething after getting into a spat with Vergil due to how he had been acting toward you lately. He has suddenly become cold and distant, and his replies to you have been shorter than usual. Every time you touch him, he hisses and moves away, acting as if you burn him. He has been frequently isolating himself in his room and has not touched you since he started acting this way. Honestly, you would be lying if you said his action didn't hurt your feelings and make you feel undesirable.
Your "relationship" with him is obviously not the norm. He always has a stoic and cold demeanor, but you pick up on some of the telltale signs from his body language and behavior that you learn over the course of your time together. When you speak affectionately to him, he may act like it doesn't affect him, but his ears will turn slightly red. Another thing you notice is that he will come and sit near you, then move closer, but will wait for you to close the distance. Once you do, a small smirk forms on his lips in satisfaction, and he will shift his leg to touch yours while he enjoys your present as he reads. When you do touch him, he lets you explore him, his eyes daring you to continue before he takes control and takes you to his room.
So this sudden, strange behavior has left you confused and dumbfounded. You were going to try to pry an answer from him, and if it meant provoking him, then so be it.
You were able to catch and corner Vergil in the Devil May Cry office. When you walk into the office, you find him reading on the couch. You walked over to him, eyes boring into him as you stopped and loomed over him.
His jaw clenches as the grip on his book tightens, trying his best not to notice your thighs behind his book.
You were wearing a very particular skirt that he felt very keen on when you wore it. It may be a dirty tactic, but what other way are you going to pull a very stubborn demon's attention?
"Why are you avoiding me and being weird?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip — Well, actually, he is weird, but he's being weirder than usual.
A scowl formed on his face as he shifted his legs, spreading them wider. His gaze never left the book in his hand, but you knew you were affecting him. Though his attempt at nonchalance nearly makes your eye twitch.
"I do not know what you mean," he stoically answered.
You're trying hard to hold your frustration in and not snatch the book and throw it across the office.
"Hm, really? So, you hissing and acting as if I burned you when I touch you, and being holed up in your room every time I'm over is normal?" You inquired annoyingly, folding your arms.
The man let out a sigh and closed the book in his hand.
"No, but do not concern yourself too much with my behavior." He still did not meet your gaze but instead looked to the side.
"It's best if you keep your distance for a while." He stated flatly.
You frown at his words, a flicker of anger courses through you. You close your eyes, trying to calm your raging thoughts as you take a deep breath. You know he's leaving you in the dark about whatever he's got going on. Nevertheless, his words still stung a bit.
Since he's not budging, might as well push his button one last time.
"Fine, don't tell me." You huffed and spun around, stomping towards the entrance.
"Oh, just so you know, I'm not wearing any panties. So I wonder who will be the lucky one to find out." You slyly proclaimed before exiting the office, slamming the door behind you. You know it was immature, but this damn demon is no better. Might as well try to blue-ball him since you have been spending these last few nights pissed and needy. There's only so much a damn toy can do.
It was already very late at night, but you needed to get some stuff for dinner before heading back to your apartment. So you found yourself in a small mom-and-pop food mart, standing in an aisle trying to decide which type of pasta to get. It was hard to concentrate and make a decision when you're still feeling pissed, and the tightness in your chest is not helping either. Your hand moves to your chest and rubs to soothe the ache. Your grip on the basket handle tightens as you ponder.
Damn it, Vergil.
Suddenly, you're pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name from a man's voice. You snap your head towards the direction of where the voice came from, searching around till your eyes land on a familiar face, your ex. Your brows raise in surprise. You haven't seen them in years since your breakup. It was a mutual decision to separate, leaving the relationship on a good note.
You greet them with a smile as they walk over to you. You spent a couple of minutes catching up with them, answering their questions like "How have you been?" and "It's so nice to see you. What have you been up to?"
As you chatted with them, you finished up your grocery shopping. While you try to walk out of the store with your brown bags of groceries in both arms, you almost trip, only for your ex to pull you close to him to prevent you from falling.
"Oh! Thanks, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be clumsy." You chuckled, moving yourself from their arms.
"It's cool. If you're walking in that direction, I wouldn't mind helping you with your groceries." He asked.
"How nice of you, but I'm okay—"
"Please, I insist. I would like to help you before we go our separate ways."
You stood for a bit, debating whether to accept their help. You were a little hesitant to accept their kind gesture, but why not?
You agree and give him one of your grocery bags and walk in the direction of your apartment. You continue the conversation along the way when suddenly you start to feel a prickly sensation behind your neck. The weird feeling of being watched hits you, making you glance over your shoulder. Only to see nothing but the sidewalk and lampposts lighting the night. You frown, confused as to why you're getting this feeling.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, his question snapping your attention back to him.
Boyfriend?
Well, you are "seeing" Vergil, but he didn't really ask you out or label himself your boyfriend. You guys just found out you like each other's company and have sex. You wonder if he ever really thought about advancing the relationship. Though you're not going to tell people he's your boyfriend until he puts on his big-boy pants and communicates it. It may take him tooth and nail since he's stubborn, but you can slowly get him there.
"Hmm, well, I don't have a 'boyfriend.' So, let's just say that," you answer.
Once you near your apartment building, you say your goodbyes before they pull you into a half-hug and hand over your other bag of groceries. You wave goodbye, watching them disappear into the night. The eerie feeling of being watched comes back. You look around, but there's nothing out of the ordinary.
You sigh, maybe you're just all wired up from today. You walk to your building and enter, heading up towards your apartment.
Once you reach your door, you shuffle the bags around to open it. You enter your dark apartment with another sigh as you recall what happened earlier in the office. You feel emotions from earlier flooding back.
Irked with Vergil's weird demeanor toward you, you set your groceries with a huff on your kitchen table. "Well, at least it was nice to run into him," you mutter.
"Was it now?" A cold voice said behind you.
You shrieked as you fumbled in the dark to turn the lights on. Once your fingers found the light switch, soft, warm light flooded your kitchen. In the poorly lit apartment, you find the white-haired intruder standing in your living room.
"Vergil! Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me," you rasped, gripping your chest, your heart beating fast underneath your hand. You swear sometimes he can act like a creature from the night.
Well, he is a half-demon.
Plus, what can you expect from a man who lives half his life in hell?
You took a deep breath to try to calm your beating heart.
"Who is he?" He suddenly asked.
Your brows knitted in confusion, moving your hand from your chest.
"Who are you talking about, Vergil?"
"That human whom you just conversed with." He hissed, slowly stepping toward you.
Wait, hold up, how does he know about that? Did he follow you?
"That was my ex. Did you follow—"You took a step back.
Before you can finish, he swiftly presses you against the door. You gasp as he firmly grips your chin between his gloved fingers, caging you underneath his towering figure against the door.
Your breath hitches as his pupil changes to a slitted form, and the blue of his eyes seems more vibrant, like it's glowing.
You see something bluish spreading up his neck and temple. Are those scales?!
"You let him touch you, I can smell his stench on you. Was he going to be the 'lucky one'?" He growled, his scowl deepening as his grip tightened on your chin.
He stared down at you with a dangerous, wild look in his eyes. Confusion and questions flood your mind.
What's going on with him? Why is he acting this way? You never really saw him like this.
"Vergil, what are you saying? He did not touch me, nothing happened." You argued, your hand gripping his wrist, wrapping your fingers around his exposed skin. He hissed at your sudden touch.
Before you can question what's going on with his physical appearance, the grip on your chin loosens, and you are swiftly swung over his shoulder.
"Whoa—Vergil!" You squeal, squirming in his hold as he quickly carries you to your dim bedroom. You're tossed onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a squeak.
You lift your head to see in your dark bedroom the moonlight streaming through your windows and a pair of gleaming azure orbs staring at you from the end of your bed.
Vergil shuffled off his coat as he stared at you with a predatory and hungry look, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers worked swiftly to open his vest, exposing his porcelain, muscular physique underneath.
"If I recall, you said to that lowly human, 'No boyfriend.'" He sneered, hearing the anger in his voice.
Your eyes widened, your suspicion that he was following you was confirmed. Suddenly, anger began to course through you.
He overheard the conversation between you and your ex, and that's not what pissed you off. It's that he dared to be angry that you didn't say you had a boyfriend.
Ha, the audacity.
"That's right! I did say that, if I recall, no one asked me to be their girlfriend!" You grabbed the pillow behind you. "So technically I'm no one's!" You retorted as you threw the pillow angrily at him.
Vergil, having natural reflexes, grabbed the pillow easily before it could hit him. Your eyes widen as you notice his hands were partially triggered. Blue scale-like skin covers his hands, and his fingers become long, sharp claws. He slowly moved the pillow away from his face. Showing his pissed, scowling expression as flashes of blue energy flickered around him.
Oh fuck.
You felt your heart drop.
The instincts of fight or flight were screaming at you. You dash off the bed to run, but you barely take a couple of steps before strong, muscular arms grab you from behind. You shriek as you're lifted. "Wait! That's not fair, Vergil!"
Your arms are trapped under his, your back flush against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
"Foolish woman, what's unjust is wearing that short cloth to provoke me and, no less, wearing it around that pathetic human." He lowly growled in your ear, the warmth of his breath fanning against your ear.
Your face flushes in embarrassment as you squirm in his hold, legs swinging wildly to try and break free—you know it's futile, but you're not going to be easy.
"Well—I wouldn't have done it if your stubborn ass hadn't been avoiding me!" You retorted.
Vergil snarled at your response in an instant, one of his clawed hands shredding your top, exposing your breast. You gasped as his rough hand groped your breast, kneading the soft mound.
"I kept you at a distance to protect you." He hissed.
Confused, you try to make sense of what he means, but moans slip from your lips. Your thought muddled as he began to tease and tug your tender bud between his rough claw fingers—making your back arch against him.
Your body instantly begins to respond to his touch. Heat spreads from your stomach and travels down to your pussy.
"Yet you wanted to entice me and indulge in a dangerous game," he rasped out, his lips tracing down your neck and nibbling your sensitive skin, "while I endeavor not to ruin you on the spot while I'm in a rut." He muttered against your neck.
Your eyes widened once your brain finally processed his words—he was in heat.
His recent behavior finally made sense, like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place in your brain.
"I—I didn't know. I would have been happy to help you—" You yelp as he suddenly moves you in front of a full-length mirror in your room. Revealing the white-haired man holding you tight in his arms.
You moan and arch your back more as he moves his claw hand to tease your other sensitive bud. His blue eyes were watching you intensely through the reflection of the mirror—hungrily and angrily. You clench your thighs, feeling the wetness that pools between them.
"Foolishness, you do not know what that entails." He growled, whimpering as he pinched your hard bud harshly between his fingers.
"Nonetheless, you will now fully know who you belong to after I'm done with you."
He abruptly moved you to lie on the floor, your back pressing into the faux-fluffy rug underneath you. His scaled hand grips your thighs and spreads your legs apart—making the skirt you provoked him with earlier hike up your thighs.
You really played with fire today. You pissed off a horny half-demon while he was in heat. Your brain was still trying to process that he—Vergil Sparada, the Dark Slayer—has heat cycles. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of what a very horny Vergil would do to you in this feral state.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stared between your thighs—your panties drenched. "Promiscuous liar." With one clawed hand, he tears the soaked fabric off you. You gasp as he yanks the lower half of your body off the ground, bringing your cunt close to his face.
Your breath hitches as his lips trail down your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath fan over your skin. His nostrils flare as he draws in your scent, a low growl rumbling from his throat. Vergil's scowl deepened, eyes glinting with ferocity.
"Mine." He snarled out before he sank his teeth into your thigh.
"Ver—Vergil!" You cry out, the possessive bite sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to your core. He unlatches his teeth from your thigh, leaving behind angry red marks.
Your eyes widened as a blue serpentine tongue slid out between his lips—his tongue had also been triggered. He laves the marking, the hot, wet sensation sending shivers through you. You realized that the texture of his tongue was slightly rougher and ridged.
He withdrew the blue appendage back in his mouth and moved to hover over your glistening folds. You felt your heart beating fast in anticipation as blue feline eyes watched you closely.
"That pathetic human can never satisfy you." He lowly growled out. You realized that Vergil was feeling jealous and territorial. It probably doesn't help that his heat probably amplifies those feelings by tenfold.
You try to reassure him, but before the word can be spoken, he leans in and glides his blue serpentine tongue between your folds.
A moan tore from your lips as hot pleasure jolted through your body. He drags his tongue flat against your clit, the rough ridge texture making you squirm and cry out from how fucking good it feels. You try to buckle your hips, but this only makes Vergil growl against your cunt. His clawed hands firmly hold you in place, feeling them prick your skin, adding to the sensation as he continues to glide his tongue over the sensitive nerve over and over.
With one last lap over your clit, he plunges the thick appendage into your needy, wet hole. You cry out as you feel your cunt stretch around his tongue. A low growl tears from his throat as he relishes the taste of you, sending vibrations through your cunt. Your fingers claw at the rug under you when he begins to thrust his tongue, feeling the thick muscle travel deeper each time he drives into you.
The sensation was like no other. The rough ridge of his serpentine tongue drags against your walls every time he thrusts in and out, making your toes curl.
"Fuck V-Vergil!" You sob out, the sight above you stirs you on more, feeling your pussy clenching around his tongue more, causing him to groan against your cunt. His serpentine tongue plunges past your clenching walls, finding a sensitive spongy spot and dragging across it. You sobbed out as your shoulder digs more into the rug, arching your back in the air from the sudden new pleasure. Hot, churning pleasure begins to coil in your lower stomach as he continues to attack your sweet spot. You become a squirming, moaning mess underneath him as each stroke sends you closer to the edge.
The coil in your lower belly snaps. You cry out his name as your body shakes from pleasure engulfing you, your walls flutter and come around his serpentine tongue. He pulled your cunt closer to his mouth, whimpers falling from your lips as he continued to plunge his tongue into your sensitive hole—devouring every drop of your essence.
The room temperature began to feel warmer, but you were too busy to notice.
Once he was satisfied, he removed the long blue appendage from your pussy and lowered your body back down. You lie on the rug staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm you just had.
Suddenly, blue electric lights flicker above you. You raise your head to see Vergil scowling and panting, his lips and chin glistening with your slickness. The flicker of blue light increases around him as he stares down at you with eyes filled with lust and a look that shows he is struggling to control himself. Unfortunately, he lost the fight against this struggle.
Blue demonic energy engulfed his body, transforming him. You close your eyes as the blinding blue light fills the room.
Once the light disappeared, you opened your eyes to find that Vergil's human form had vanished. Instead, it was replaced with a familiar, hulking blue beast, crouching over you on the rug—watching you with burning, iris-less indigo eyes. You slowly sat up, as your gaze skimmed over him, taking in his sin devil trigger. You've seen his demonic form occasionally at a distance when he came along on jobs, but never this up close. The end of his tube-like horns burns with blue demonic energy, his body is covered in azure rock-like scales, along with thick spikes and ridges, and a blue V-shaped crack on his chest that glows with blue demonic energy. You didn't feel fear, maybe a little nervous from how huge and intimidating he was. Even so, you were enthralled.
Your gaze lowers to between his legs to see that his crotch has a shell-like armor covering it. You were about to question yourself if he had a penis when your eyes widened as you saw something blue pushing out a hidden slit—it was his cock. His cock was a dark blue, the head was tapered, and the shaft was rigid and thick down to the base, while the tip leaked with blue glowing fluid. Your thighs clench at the thought of him fitting that in you; it's almost the size of your forearm. Nervously, you shift back on the rug. "Heyy, um, how about we take—"Suddenly, you felt something wrap your thigh and shriek as it yanked you flat back down on the rug. You look down at your calf to see that it was his tail that wrapped around it."Foolish girl," his static voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved to loom over you, filling your entire vision. Your gaze fell into his burning one, unable to decipher any emotion on his demonic face. Being this close to him, you could feel heat and static over your skin from the demon energy he was emitting."You're mine. Mine to mate," he growled.
You were stunned by his animalistic words until you realized that his rut is taking over his mind. The controlled compose side of Vergil is being overpowered by his primal demonic urges. Without any time to process and think of something to say, his tail moved to wrap around your hips and flip you on your stomach. You let out a huff from this sudden manhandling. He leans back to swiftly pull you up and position you on your hands and knees.
You breathe hitches when you look ahead to see your reflection in the full-length mirror. A blue beast looming behind you, his tail unwrapping itself from your hips. Clawed, scaled hands grip your hips as he moves to position himself behind you. Your heart begins to race when his cock hovers above your ass, hanging heavy with need. You notice the height difference between you and him. He is a foot and a half taller in his sin devil trigger, making you feel small under him.
You squeal as he lifts your hips, causing your knees to leave the ground when he pulls your ass closer to position you to align your pussy to his cock. His tapered head begins to nudge your glistening folds, still slick from your previous orgasm and his tongue. "V-Vergil! Wait, it won't fit!" you stammered out nervously. A low growl rumble from his chest, "Do not fret. You will take me." He begins to ease the head of cock in. You gasp as tears pool on your lash line from the searing stretch and pressure. Making you claw at the fux rug underneath you.
He stopped halfway, feeling the resistance from your walls. His tail wraps around your waist to hold you in place as he moves a claw hand under you—finding your sensitive, raw bud. Moans fall from your lips as he begins to rub circles on your clit. The rough texture of his scaled finger felt good, causing your pussy to clamp down.
A low gruttal groan came from the blue demon. He dragged his cock out, leaving the tip in before he gave your hole a couple of short, shallow thrusts. The added stimulation pulled strangled moans from you, the teasing sending you over the edge. Your walls spasm as juices gush over his cock, coating his tip and mid shaft. You felt him still behind you, trembling in his hold as you pant, trying to come down from your climax. The sting between your legs begins to subside as you feel yourself start to relax more around his shaft.
Without warning, he shoved the rest of his length in, driving the air out of your lungs. Pleasure and pain shot through you as he slides in enough to barely sheathe himself in your poor pussy. Broken whimpers fall from your mouth, your walls contracting around repeatedly trying to accommodate him. You sudder from the overwhelming fullness—if you were able to look down, you would guess you would have a bulge in your lower belly.
A satisfied purr-like sound came behind as your velvety walls squeezed his demonic cock impossibly tight. You shakily lift your head to look into the mirror to see his wings flutter behind him a bit as if enjoying the softness and tightness of your wet hole.
"Mine only." He grumbled once more before he withdrew and plunged into you again. He went even deeper, slamming against your cervix, bruising it. You cry out as he starts a series of long, slow, possessive strokes.
All the strength left in your arms as you felt bliss and pain be driven into you. Before your chest could hit the rug, you felt his tail slither between your breasts to support your upper body. The tip of his tail nudges underneath your chin to angle you to look ahead in the mirror.
The view in the mirror was debauched, seeing a beast fucking into you as he watches you with that azure burning gaze. You were a disheveled, moaning mess slowly drowning in pleasure—and you could not get enough of the view.
"Tell me he is nothing compared to me." He snarled, his static voice sending goosebumps through you. He stops and holds himself buried to the hilt. You whimper and become desperate, missing the otherworldly bliss he was giving you.
"He can't please you like I have. Say it," he pushed himself deeper into you—you breathlessly moan, clenching the rug between your fingers tighter.
"He is nothing like you. He doesn't please me like you, Vergil, please!" You babbled out, all sense of self-preservation going out the window as your eyes pleaded for him to continue through the mirror.
A low gravelly rumble rolled from his chest—satisfied with your response, he rolled his hips back and drove into you.
Your bottom slams against his scaled pelvis as he begins to pound into you, claw hands holding you in place, mercifully accelerating the rhythm at your desperate moans.
You feel a sweet ache in your lower belly every time he drives into you, slowly turning into a molten curling heat, sending you closer to the edge.
If the speed and strength from his pounding weren't enough, your eyes almost cross from the marvelous feeling of his ridges repeatedly dragging against your tight inner walls, reaching spots inside you you didn't even know existed. Unable to close your mouth from panting, hypnotized by the raw pleasure he was giving you, you chant his name like a prayer.
Your body goes taut, the coil in your lower stomach snaps, and searing pleasure shoots through your body.
You cry out as your climax slams into you like a struck chord. He snarled as your pussy spasmed around him, gripping him tighter.
The grip of his claw fingers digs into your hips, bruising your skin. You'll definitely have marks reminding you of this.
He thrusts into you at neck-breaking pace as he continues to use you. He was entranced, wild and rough, focusing on his own pleasure and the need to fill you.
You gasp as you begin to feel his cock swell, it feels like there shouldn't be enough space inside you to fit him.
A roar came behind you before he slams one last time into you, pushing himself deep as his seed pumps into your pussy. You felt your stomach swell, the sheer volume he produces was so much that it spilled out around his cock. His cock continues to defy the limits of your human capacity.
"fuck," you whimper as you shudder from the most full feeling in your life.
Your head was spinning in bliss as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Vergil slowly pulled his cock out of you, jolting from feeling ridges drag against your sensitive walls. He lowered your knee back down on the rug before removing his tail from underneath you. You fell onto your stomach, feeling more of his seed seeping out of you. You can still feel your inner wall pulsing from the aftermath of your climax, your entire body feeling weightless and exhausted.
The blue flickering light appears in the dim bedroom again and quickly vanishes. You assume he transforms back and is staring down at your disheveled form, which you can only assume is your face pressed against the rug, breathless with your skirt bunch on your waist, shirt ruined, and his seed dripping out between your thighs.
You felt hands suddenly grab you, pull you away from the floor, and then into his arms. Carrying you in bridal style to your bed. You peek up at him as he sets you down, noticing the blue scales on his neck and temple have disappeared. You gaze at his face to see that he has his typical scowl, but you notice the slight concern in his eyes.
You can only assume that he was worried if he had hurt you, but not really. Just really fucked out and some marks and bruises on your hips that you're probably gonna feel for a while.
"I feel like I have been rejuvenated." You jokingly said, voice slightly raspy and out of breath, trying to lighten the mood.
"Foolish woman," he grumbled, his scowl deepening as the bed dipped as he sat next to you. Looking over you to make sure you don't have any injuries.
"I'm kidding. But you know you could have just told me about your problem."
"You cannot handle it."
"Uh, yes, I can and did." You argue, gesturing toward the evidence between your thighs.
"And besides, what happened earlier?" You questioned, you were curious to know what he would say.
Vergil folds his arms and looks away, "I…I was unable to think straight. Right after you made that perilous comment, my mind went into a frenzy. Therefore, I went after you."
You wait for him to continue, his eyes shift around the room, as if embarrassed to continue, "When I saw that human touch you, it infuriated me. But your answer to his question was what enraged me." He admitted, turning his gaze to you.
"My…feelings and thoughts were amplified and clouded by my rut. Therefore, my control of myself was gone when you declared you had no partner." He finally explained, placing his hand beside your side to lean over you.
Your heart flutters from how close he is and how intensely he is looking at you—waiting for you to say something.
"W-well, you never clarified the relationship, and I didn't know if you would want to be my "boyfriend". So I simply said no." You said clearly your throat, "and besides, I wasn't gonna be the one to just say it. So if you don't like that, then you just have to ask me to be your girlfriend." You huffed, looking away, and you could feel the heat creeping in your face from embarrassment.
Silence hung in the air for a bit.
"Would you please be my girlfriend?" He said, breaking the silence.
You slowly turn your gaze back to see Vergil looking to the side, noticing his ear turning pink. Honestly, you didn't really think you would see the day Vergil asks you out so soon. You really thought it would be a while, but it seems your half-demon really wants you to be his.
"Yes, I would like to be your girlfriend."You answer, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. Once the answer settled in, he turned to look back. This time, you notice the scales are slowly creeping back, "Good." He said before he moves to kneel over you on the bed. A hand reaching down to tear and rip the rest of your shirt away.
"What the—"
You yelp as he grabs a thigh in each hand and yanks you down closer to him, "Then continue to help me." He whispered, your heart quickly beating in your chest as he lowers himself over you. "As you said, you can handle it."
Well, shit, you did say that, but you didn't expect him to get right into it again so fast.
And so forth, you help your boyfriend with his heat all night and week until his heat was gone.
Notes: I kinda rushed it at the end, been working on this fix for 3 months slowly. I hope you enjoyed it!
A/N: this is how I think the Sparda boys would eat pussy— just some headcanons which you could probably already decipher from how I wrote Dante ehjsksjd but I wanted to write for all of them since Nero and V need some love too!!
Characters included: Dante, Nero, Vergil & ft. V
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, pussy eating, swearing, masturbation, squirting, fingering, biting and marking, panty sniffing, scent kink, ass rimming, manhandling, monsterfucking(?) <- Dante just uses his Devil Trigger to fuck you with his tongue, restraints (reader getting tied up/cuffed to the bed), pussy slapping.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
We all know how Dante would eat pussy. He'd be messy—slurping, sucking, spitting and licking.
He'd take you anywhere. His desk, the bed, the kitchen counter? He's done it. He doesn't care where he does it as long as his face gets buried between your legs.
Dante gets off on your scent and your taste, so he doesn't really mind if you're clean-shaven or haven't showered after a long day at work. He's eating you out as soon as you get home. Period.
And when you're not around? He's using your panties to get off and cum. His face is covered with your used underwear, huffing in your scent while he fists his hard, leaking cock.
He makes out with your pussy, pressing soft kisses all over until you beg him to finally use his tongue on you, dipping the muscle into your tight hole and tasting you.
Dante loves to overstimulate your cunt, leaving your legs quivering and the sheets a soaked mess. He doesn't pull away until you let go of his hair and push him away, or when you beg and say your safe word. But even then, he tries to coax out one last orgasm before finally letting you rest and wash up.
His favourite thing in the world is making you squirt. At first, you hated the idea, scared of making a mess all over him, but the feral look in Dante's eyes reassured you of how much he wanted it, and how much of a freak he really was when it came to eating your sweet pussy out.
He sometimes likes to use his DT to fuck you deep with his tongue, the ridges making you clench around him so tightly and so nicely. You gush out so much slick that he can't help himself but do it.
Dante's favourite position on eating your pussy is when your face is buried into the pillows and your ass is up, both your holes exposed to him. It just gives him more access more times than not, and it's easier to muffle your moans when people are around and he needs a quick taste.
He grunts and moans when he's eating you out, this man never shuts up.
"Mmnf—you taste so good, sweetheart, God, I never want to leave– mmm—"
When you're—let's say—angry with him, Dante's desperate. Like really desperate. He's not one to beg, per se, but when it comes to you—he'd get on his knees and plead with you until you let him touch you. He can't function when he hasn't tasted you at least once a day.
This man is pussy addicted. But your pussy only. He doesn't want anyone else's.
Vergil is a freak. Not as much as Dante but he is a freak in his own way when it comes to eating cunt.
He hasn't been in many relationships, so the first time he ate you out was a bit foreign to him.
But he's a quick learner. He always was. Vergil knows how to make you squirm and whine out his name, when he hits that spongy spot inside you with his thick fingers, his lips suckling your clit.
Vergil sometimes likes to tie you up, leaving you helpless and restrained. He loves how you struggle and tug on the rope when you want to run your fingers through his hair or want to close your thighs.
If he's feeling generous, and you've been nothing but compliant, he'll untie you from your binds and let you touch him.
"You've been such a good girl, hm? I'll let you have this little reward."
His favourite position is definitely the mating press. For both eating your cunt out and fucking the brattiness out of you.
He has you folded in half, your knees touching your breasts, and the view of his face buried against your pussy would make your eyes roll back.
Vergil isn't one to be messy with his meals, but all of his logical thinking goes out the window the moment he licks your soaked slit. He loves to tease you with his tongue. He likes to show you who you belong to, and who's the only person who can make you cum so hard.
He prefers taking care of your needs first before taking care of his own. Vergil isn't one to jerk off, but when he really gets riled up after your little session and you were exhausted? He'd leave the room and head to the nearest bathroom to deal with his... predicament.
He figured out you liked to be rimmed by accident. Ducking his head too low and licking your other sensitive hole. You squealed and tried to push him away, but his hold on your legs was firm, so he tested the waters.
"Vergil, no, it's dirty—" "Shh.. nothing of yours is dirty, and I want to make you feel as good as you can. Tell me, Beloved, does this make you feel good?"
Your throat felt thick, and you couldn't speak, but your body answered him with ease. So, he used that to his advantage, thrusting his tongue into your asshole.
Vergil indulges in your kinks and doesn't judge you for them, and in exchange? He gets to see you fall apart in his arms.
Nero is more like Dante than his father. He's also quite a sloppy pussy eater. He slurps, spits and makes out with your pretty cunt, leaving it soaked for when he wants to fuck you afterwards.
Though he does have more class than his Uncle. He's always making sure you're comfortable with the place he's going to give you head and locks the door in the room you're doing it in.
Nero usually has you pinned against the wall or sat on the passenger seat of the van when he's down between your legs and making you whine his name.
He's mean but in a teasing way. Especially when you try to tug on his hair.
"Yeah, tug on my hair, baby– but you can't, can you? It's too short.. too bad, hm?"
Loves to leave your thighs with bite marks and hickeys. Nero just goes feral when he sees what he's done to you especially when you're wearing a dress.
Fists his cock while he eats you out. He can't help but do it, you just turn him on so much, and his dick gets so hard it hurts.
He doesn't stop until you tap out. You either say your safeword and let go of his hand or he doesn't stop licking and devouring your sweet, slick pussy.
If you do let go of his hand, however, Nero immediately switches up and mumbles sweet apologies for being too much. He gets you a glass of water and a snack, cuddling you until both of you fall asleep.
And finally we have V. He's quite gentle with you unlike the others.
Sweet, gentle whispers of praise, his hands caressing your thighs as he flattens his tongue on your soaked slit. His eyes watching your reaction, the way your face contorts in pleasure along with the way your back arches towards him.
"That's it, my muse, sing for me, tell me how good it feels."
This man is sweet unless you purposefully provoke him. Act like a brat? Get treated like one. He will slap your pussy with his hand or a crop whip, edge you until you cry for forgiveness, and overstimulate you until you squirt.
"Tsk-tsk, you've brought this upon yourself, my sweet muse. Did I not say not to provoke me? Now, now.. settle before I punish you even further."
Be a good girl for him, though? You're going to see stars after he's done with you. His fingers fill you up nicely, pressing and putting pressure on that spongy spot inside you that makes your pussy gush out and squeeze, all while he suckles on your pudgy clit.
V loves it when you squeeze his head between your thighs. It means he's doing something right if you're trapping him there, tugging on his hair and moaning his name.
He prefers sinking his cock into your sopping hole than jerking off, but when the time needs it and he can't fuck you, he'll steal the panties you were wearing and use it around his thick shaft until it's soiled with his spend.
His favourite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face contort in pleasure or hold eye contact with you while dipping his tongue into your drippy cunt.
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Vergil the type of guy to hold heavy eye contact during conversations, purely out of interest or politeness but intentionally do so once he realizes it makes you nervous just to see you get flustered
Vergil the type of guy to write little love notes on sticky notes and leave them around the house for you to find
Vergil the type of guy to watch you sleep for a few minutes every morning, admiring the features of your face while you rest before getting his day started
Vergil the type of guy to correct your order in a resturant if any mistakes were made and you were too shy/nervous to say anything
Vergil the type of guy to rub his thumb across your skin whenever you hold hands
Vergil the type of guy to show up at your front door the second the time ticks over to the time you had planned.
Vergil the type of guy to always make sure the vases in your home are filled with fresh flowers
Vergil the type of guy to pay close attention to almost everything you do and say, remembering the smallest details and even unintentionally mimicking your small habits. (how you hold a pen, the way you nod when speaking to people, tone of words, etc)
Vergil the type of guy to have the most flattering and gratifying compliments up his sleeve but delivers them in a contradictory or flat tone, giving you a bit of whiplash in a very loving way
Vergil the type of guy to save all displays of affection for just the both of you, unless anyone tries to make a pass at you, to which he stands ominously behind you with an arm around your waist
Vergil the type of guy to watch you get ready for anything while leaning against the doorway, just watching you
Vergil the type of guy to kiss the crown of your head habitually whenever he leaves your side to do something else
Vergil the type of guy to enjoy, even prefer, spending time with you in near silence while you both do your own thing, enjoying the comfortable domesticity rather than unnecessary chatter
this doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy you talking though, Vergil could listen to you talk about something you were interested about for hours, taking in all the words you say and asking thoughtful questions about the topic/s.
as mentioned beforehand, he remembers everything you say to bring up in later conversations.
a/n: jarred my finger right before writing this it hurt like a bitch
