Tidal wave- Chase Atlantic
You've been fucking around with Vergil for a few weeks now, keeping it a secret from his brother- in which who you worked for. The crazier part, Dante doesn't even know that Vergil has been around.
Warning(s): Smut (MDNI), backshots/doggy, hair pulling, hickeys galore, pussy eating (just a little), casual sex, unestablished relationship
Note: this is NOT short 🚶🏾♀️➡️
“It’s like 9:30, where the hell are you?!”
“Calm down, you’re late almost every day. Now it’s a problem when I am?”
You sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes as Dante screamed at you through the phone. You stretched as one arm lifted above you and you muscled loosened up a bit. Your head turned to look at the empty spot beside you, then out the floor-to-ceiling windows on your small studio apartment. The cars on the roads below moved like ants in a hill, always having somewhere to go.
“Yeah, I’m the owner of the business, that’s why I’m exempt. If you weren’t my best asset, I would’ve fired you.” Dante grumbled. You rolled your eyes, “I’d quit before you get the chance. But give me 30 minutes tops.” You retorted as you made you way to the bathroom.
You hung up the phone and stood in the mirror. Reddish spots littered your neck, collarbone, and chest- hickeys from the previous night. The events of last night played through your head like a movie. Hands on your body that were rough, yet gentle. Your fingers brushing through white locks of hair. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. The moment was passionate and blissful despite it being something so casual. It ate at you though. Why? Because it was Vergil, Dante’s own brother.
You should care, considering the fact that Dante hasn’t seen Vergil in a very long time. But really, it’s been a blur for you. First you two had coincidentally met while you were on a solo mission, then even more after that. You eventually told him how you worked for Dante after he questioned why you were always dealing with monstrosities no human could handle. Vergil then told you he was his older twin brother. The truth shouldn’t have shocked you, Vergil looked almost exactly like Dante. A while after that encounter, Vergil suddenly suggested that you two could…hook up. You almost questioned him until he explained that Dante was a huge mess (according to your ranting).
“His foolish business isn’t supposed to be for regular people to handle. It’s stressing you out and I…I’m at a crossroad myself.”
Whatever that meant. But he wasn’t wrong- missions like these often did stress you out sometimes and they were even back to back. You could barely catch a break these days. So you accepted it and oh, it was almost the best decision you’ve ever made. Vergil was good. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 good. The way his cold hands felt on your burning skin, the delicious pain of every bite and mark he left on your neck. It was heaven disguised as hell and I’m the end it left you satisfied until the next time you two met. The only condition was that Dante would never know- don’t even mention the fact that you met Vergil in the first place.
That was gonna be a tough task today, Vergil damn near left bites on every part of your neck and chest. You didn’t feel like pulling out the makeup box and spend another hour trying to cover them up and you had 30 minutes to get to that raggedy building. You rub your temple slightly regretting the fact that Vergil came over last night. Now it was another day of trying to convince Dante that it was not a big deal.
Getting dressed and gathering every that you needed, you left your apartment in a hurry.
Taking your seat at the empty desk, you looked around, hoping that Dante hadn’t shown up yet. As if your prayers were answered, the sign on the desk read ‘Out to Lunch,’ You scratched at your neck as you mentally scream at yourself for choosing the thickest, itchiest turtleneck in your closet.
“Oh what a wonderful idea, Y/n…” you mumbled. Quickly, you rid yourself of that insufferable turtleneck and pulled out a spare shirt. At least you thought ahead. As soon as you put your spare shirt on, the wooden entrance doors bursted open and in came Dante and with boxes of pizzas stacked in his hands. Typical.
“Finally, you showed up- what the hell is going on here?” Dante pointed at you with one hand, a shocked but cheeky smile curling the corners of his lips. Quickly you came up with the best excuse you had. “Walked into a swarm of uh..mosquitoes,” you scratched your neck to play into the act of actually getting bitten by mosquitoes. “Mosquitoes my ass,” he said setting the pizzas down on the desk- practically shoving your things onto the floor. “Unless Mosquitoes make you stammer and make your cheeks turn that weird color.”
You groaned and leaned back into the swivel chair you sat on. “What do you care? You sound like my dad.” You teased, crossing her arms. “We made an agreement, so I can’t tell you.” You finally answered as you reached down to retrieve your fallen belongings. “Come on, it’s not like he’s famous. I won’t tell anyone,” Dante pleaded, opening the pizza box that sat on top of the rest. The scent of fresh pepperoni pizza clouded your sense of smell. “You’re out of luck, I’m not telling you.” You said again, putting your foot down this time.
“Forget it. Anyway, I got a gig just for you.” Dante said, biting into a slice of pizza. He fished into the pocket of his iconic red coat and pulled out a piece of paper. He slammed it down in which you picked it up and read it. You frowned as you read the details and set the paper back down.
“I’m not doing that.” You say, crossing your arms. “I’ll pay you double,” Dante bargained. “That’s what you said last time,” you retorted. “It’s coming, alright? I just gotta get some things sorted out.” He rambled. “Fine. Triple it. And I want a weekend off. No calls, no texts. Just a weekend vacation.”
“What? Who’s supposed to help me run the place?” Dante griped. “Your nephew and his tinkering sidekick.” You suggested, not really leaving any room for another question. Dante sighed and shook his head. “Deal.”
Unlocking the door, you stumbled into your apartment, dropping everything haphazardly on the floor. Your hair was tousled and you were absolutely drenched in sweat. You were glad to be done with that gig Dante gave you- as if he couldn’t do himself. You shut the door behind you and sighed, padding over to the kitchenette to grab a water. You pulled open the refrigerator door and fished out a water bottle. Twisting the cap off, you chugged down the ice cold water without a care in the world.
“I take it my brother worked you to the bone…again,”
The sudden voice made you spit out a mouthful of water and left you startled. You looked around then stopped when you saw Vergil sitting in the arm chair in the living room. He shut the book he was reading and stood up.
“How did you get in here?!” You questioned with your hand over your chest to calm your beating heart. Vergil set the book on the ottoman in front of the chair, then left his Yamato leaning on the wall. “I was going to knock, but the door was already left open for me. You didn’t even close it all the way.” Vergil explained. You sighed at the realization and covered your face with both of your hands. “Of course I did…” you muttered.
“With that being said, you’re stressed out again. You see what I mean.” He said, stepping closer. Vergil towered over you, hand coming up to lift your chin. He inspected you and how sweaty you looked with an unreadable expression. “This’ll do,” he said, shrugging off his blue coat and letting it drop to the floor. You stepped back, the cold metal of the fridge touching your back and making you tense up. “Now? Seriously, I need a really good shower right now.” You tried to reason with Vergil, but his hands were already on your hips.
“A shower? Just for you to get all sweaty again when I’m done with you?” Vergil’s eyebrow raised. “Don’t even bother until tomorrow. There’s no point.” He grumbled, leaning down to nip at your jawline. You winced at the slight pain though it made you clench your thighs together already. You didn’t know what it was, but it was some mysterious charm that only Vergil had that was able to get you hot and bothered in an instant. His hands remained planted on your hips and his shallow breath moved upwards to meet your lips. “I’m not carrying you,” he whispered before finally kissing you like a man who hadn’t been touched in a long time. He was that man after all.
You didn’t dare break the kiss. Instead, you guided him back to where you two always ended up: your bed. Clothes trailed from the kitchenette to your bedroom- by then,you were only in your panties, and Vergil in his underwear. Vergil finally pulled away as he panted like a man dying of thirst. The warmth of his breath traveled from your lips to the corner of your jawline, his head moving down to press kisses against it. His hands moved to your sides flipping you over onto your stomach with ease. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement. “Vergil,” you tried to speak.
The sudden demand sent a slight jolt of pleasure and surprise through your body. You definitely didn’t say anything after that. You felt Vergil’s hand wandering the smooth expanse of your back. You tensed up a bit, not knowing what to expect from this man. You never knew what to expect, and that’s what made every meeting good. His fingers stopped just at the waistband of your panties, sliding beneath it while ready to pull them down your legs.
“We’re trying something new tonight. I didn’t want to startle you,” Vergil said, leaning down and pressing his lips to your back. You shuddered in pleasure, squeezing your thighs together as you felt your core beginning to drip. Vergil’s fingers tugged on your already moist panties, lifting your legs to pull them all the way off. “On your knees. Keep your head down on the pillow.” He instructed, leaving no room for any protest. You did as was told, shuffling to get on your knees as your back arched and your head remained resting on your pillow. You heard shuffling behind you, then Vergil’s hands prying your legs open. They slid up to wrap around your waist and set on the small of your back.
“Just…tell me if I need to stop.” He said. Without warning, his face dove into your sex- his tongue immediately attacking your clit. You gasped again, lifting your head up. Your toes curled as the pleasure intensified. You definitely didn’t expect for this to happen, though you did start to enjoy it. You let out soft moans while Vergil ruthlessly ate you up. His tongue lapped at your bundle of nerves as well as the juices that began to secrete from your very core. He ate like a starving predator the way he had you moaning into the pillow under your head. But you weren’t the only one who was getting a kick out of this.
Vergil groaned, almost louder than he usually did while he drank from your delicate flower. His hand curled into the skin just above your ass and he could feel his cock swelling in almost an instant, but he wasn’t ready to use it just yet. Vergil pulled away abruptly to catch his breath before immediately going back for seconds. His tongue slipped into your tight canal, wriggling it around before retracting and returning to your clit. He kept on- this new taste overloading his senses. You were a moaning mess by now, your head lifted as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. The sounds of slurping and your whimpering filled the room and possibly the whole apartment too.
Once he had enough, Vergil pulled away and sat up straight. He looked down, cock hard and ready for another long night. His hands remained on your waist while he pulled you closer. The tip of his dick nudged your entrance just before pushing inside slowly- stretching you out wonderfully. Your eyes clenched shut at the slight pain of Vergil’s intrusion, but fluttered open once again. The room felt ten times hotter and you were definitely sweatier than you were when you came home. You heard Vergil behind you, cursing under his breath. Who knows what he was saying?
Vergil loomed over you, chest against your sweaty back while he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You feel so much better this way,” he mumbled as one hand held your chin to lift your head. He began to move, thrusting into you deeply at a somewhat moderate past. His breath grew ragged as did yours while he fucked into you from behind. Moans began to pour from your lips, unwillingly matching the pattern of Vergil’s thrusts. Your legs trembled slightly, but refused to give out so soon. Vergil huffed again, leaning down to kiss and leave more marks on your neck. He even rejuvenated the hickeys that littered your skin.
Your hands clenched the sheets, arms tensing as the pleasure Vergil provided was too much to bear. “Fuck, Vergil…” you cursed, eyes clamped shut again as he kept on going. Vergil pulled away, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. He used one hand to slide up into your hair, bunching it up into his fist and tugging on it. He didn’t pull it like some madman, no. He tugged it, his grip firm yet gentle in a way.
Vergil didn’t respond, he just kept on going. His other hand left your waist and joined one of your hands in the sheets, intertwining with your fingers. He picked up a faster speed, the sound of skin slapping growing more rapid to match. You let out yet another mewl, feeling your special spot being hit repeatedly. You clenched around his girth, feeling it slide against your spongey walls. Juices leaked onto his cock, creating a sticky mess between both of you. Your back arched while you moaned in utter bliss- you could hear Vergil’s grunts and groans while he fucked into you some more. Just thinking about how he must’ve looked while fucking you from behind brought you closer. Having no clue about what he was doing or felt always did that to you.
Vergil tugged at your hair again, his own head throwing back at the feeling of his cocked shoved deep into your sex, and your moans. Using one hand, you brought your hand up to join Vergil’s in your hair, just for him to let go and pinne you other hand down. “Stop,” he grunted. “Don’t even try it,” he said. He shuddered, the telltale sign of him getting closer to his own high. “I’m close…and you are too,” he mumbled, never ceasing his movements. It was amazing how he just knew these things.
After one final thrust, it all came down. Vergil pulled out quickly, letting your body fall limp on the mattress as his cum spurt onto your back. You yourself was spent, catching your breath while the room spun. Vergil joined you, lying in the empty spot next to yours. He didn’t look at you, just up at the ceiling. You turned over onto your side, ignoring the fact that Vergil’s semen dripped off your back and onto the sheets. You noticed the way his usually slicked back hair now flowed along his jaw. You reached for his platinum white hair, only to be stopped when he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned. It sounded playful more than a threat. You sigh and pulled your hand away in defeat.
“Did Dante ever find out?” Vergil suddenly asked. You shook your head and rolled onto your back, “Almost,” you answered. “Knowing him, it won’t be long before does find out. What would you do if he did?” You asked. Vergil scoffed, almost chuckling. “He can try and fight me for it, but we know the outcome of it all.”
