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The sound of the front door of your apartment shutting reverberated across the emptiness of your living room as Vergil closed the door behind him. He locked the door, the click of the lock almost noisy in comparison to how silent the room was. It was dark- you were not sitting on the couch across from the television, watching another one of your mindless shows as he expected you to be. Not entirely surprising, since he was home early from a mission and you likely were not expecting him to arrive home to your shared apartment for another few hours.
Vergil entered the apartment, not bothering to take his shoes off like you would’ve normally chided him for if you had seen him, claiming they were covered in demon guts no matter how much he cleaned them off and that he would track them around your home one way or another. Putting Yamato on the dining table, he stiffened as his ears caught the sound of something. Dripping water- You were in the shower.
It made sense you’d be showering so much farther in advance than when you’d be expecting him home as your showers took you a while. After all, showering was very serious to you. You had a routine that would not be broken, almost like you were performing a sacred task, your duties of the shower. Everything Showers were what you called them. It was your time to let your brain empty of thought aside from the chore list that those showers entailed. You let yourself focus entirely on the action, losing yourself in the motions. And in turn, on rare occasions, Vergil lost himself in watching you.
This was one of such occasions.
Silently, Vergil entered the bedroom that the two of you shared. He moved past the bed which held the folded-neatly clothes that you had picked out to change into and into the bathroom. As if he was being beckoned in, the bathroom door was slightly ajar to allow steam to escape the room. Per usual, you had your portable speaker playing your current favorite song of the week loudly. Vergil could never keep up with the music you liked- let alone your current choice of the week. You liked the volume to be cranked much past what he considered acceptable, so loud you could almost tune out your thoughts entirely. You had joked once before that if a serial killer was going to get you, during the moments you were really feeling the music was the best time. You’d never even hear it coming.
The bathroom in your apartment was not necessarily small, you were both able to stand in it in front of the mirror side by side when brushing your teeth or getting ready for the day. However, the shower itself was a different thing, angled in your bathroom in such a way that if Vergil stood in the doorway of the bathroom, he had quite the view of you, unaware, in the shower. The air was thick with moisture, a heavy cloud of steam filled the bathroom. There was a fog on the mirror brewing from the vapor of the hot shower water you used. Vergil brought his hand to the collar of his vest, pulling it aside so he could stretch his neck while rolling the muscles around in a circle. The hot, wet air was getting to him, sticking on his skin and getting absorbed deeper, sparking a heat within him.
You stood under the shower head, letting the water run down your nude form and down the drain at the head of the tub. Vergil watched as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, wishing he could be the water that was currently cascading over your body instead. The lace shower curtain and clear shower lining you had lining the tub of the shower did nothing to shield yourself from his viewing eyes, in fact, it only had a framing like effect on you when you stood behind them. You appeared not to notice his presence as you craned your head back and let the water fall down your head and back, rinsing the bubbles of shampoo out of your hair and onto the tub below your feet.
Vergil’s eyes trailed over the valleys of your body, lingering with appreciation on the fading marks that he had left on you from nights before. Bruises and bitemarks that were beginning to disappear with the passage of time. He’d have to replenish them and he’d have to do that soon. A familiar tingling feeling of want grew inside of Vergil, something like a growing pulse of need at the base of his spine. A rush of memories overtook him; reminders of previous encounters of the usual procedure: Vergil returns from battle, you await for him at home. Glorious, merciful coupling as a means of reward for the demonic nature that was half of his heritage. He had gotten used to that routine, claiming you upon his return as his prize. His blood boiled in anticipation to have you once again, and forever.
In the shower, you were blissfully unaware of the man watching you. His eyes followed the movement of your hands, which were raised up to your head and lathering the ends of your hair with conditioner. Vergil could smell the familiar scent of rosemary from where he stood in the doorway. Humming to yourself with the beat of the song you were blasting, you raised your leg and rested your foot on the rim of the tub for balance. You gathered your razor from where it laid on the shelf hanging from the shower head and began to shave your raised leg, dragging the razor upwards from ankle to knee cap in slow, steady drags. This was Vergil’s favorite part to watch. The concentration in your furrowed brow, the way you focused entirely at the task, your eyes unmoving from the stretch of skin you were working on shaving, and on occasion, the bubbles of blood that rose from whenever you accidentally snagged on the skin and tore it- he loved to watch it all.
He enjoyed watching you devote your attention to shaving your legs, the way you lost yourself to the action and completely immersed yourself in what you were doing. Plus, the sight of your foot propped up on the edge of the tub was not lost on him either. The glimpse of your toenails, painted his shade of dark, vibrant blue, was enthralling. It was another small, subtle reminder of the hold he had over you, of the promise you made each other, the dedication you had for him. A reminder of the lives you each had that were now irrevocably intertwined. And more than that, it was another physical reminder that you were his. Wearing his color, you might as well have had his name written on you somewhere, like tangible evidence you belonged to him.
You continued your shaving, finishing your calf before moving onto the thigh and then beginning to shave your other leg once you were finished with the first. Vergil watched the whole time, enthralled. He could feel the growing pangs of arousal hardening between his legs. Even if the usual post-job copulation routine was delayed, his body expected it as it had come to after so many months of repetition. The smell of your lavender and vanilla body wash wafting through the bathroom was only adding to the haze that was beginning to plague his lust filled mind.
The sound of the water falling shifting as you moved, snapping Vergil out of his thoughts and recollections and back to the present. You brought your foot off the rim of the tub and brought it back so that you were standing straight under the water. The water streamed over the crown of your head, washing the conditioner out of your hair and down the drain. Your hands scrunched and guided the water to wash more of it out. Once you seemed to be satisfied with your hair, you turned around to face the shower head, giving Vergil a wonderful view of your backside- which he stared at gratefully.
You rose on to the tips of your toes, gathering a decent sized glob of your lavender and vanilla body wash in your hands before turning back around so that the water was spraying down on your back again and inadvertently giving Vergil another perfect view of your body. Lathering the wash between your palms, you started washing yourself, working on your torso first. Your hands ran down and under your arms first, the bubbles leaving a trail following your hands. Moving inward, you lathered your breasts in bubbles, almost enough to hide yourself from Vergil’s wandering eyes. The bubbles pooled around the curve of your breasts, which glimmered from the wetness they were already subjected to. Vergil’s mouth watered. His eyes focused on your nipples, poking up between clusters of bubbles as if they wanted to be looked at. And he found himself unable to break his stare, as your hands seemed to spend more time fondling yourself than actually getting yourself clean. Was he mistaken or did he really just watch your thumb and forefinger actually pinch the pert skin of your nipple? He watched as you palmed your breast once more before you stepped back under the water and let the bubbles be carried away.
The smell of your body wash filled Vergil’s head. But even under that, he could smell the blood rushing in your veins, your heart pumping away under your skin and muscle. He could smell your own want. Perhaps you were used to the post-mission need that he also felt. Maybe you also craved it- it would certainly explain the smell of anticipation rushing off your skin in waves. No amount of Lavender-Vanilla could cover that scent- it was ingrained into Vergil’s brain. He could sniff you out in a room full of crowded people based on the memory of it alone. As if you could sense the direction Vergil’s thoughts were turning, your hands left your breasts and started to graze over the skin of your stomach. They delved lower, meeting the neatly groomed hair at the apex between your hip bones. Your fingers danced down over your mound, leaving bubbles as you lathered the soap there too, leaving no spot of your body unclean. You had to have known he was watching at this point- it felt unfair. How was it that even in your obliviousness you managed to drive him insane, enthralled by his lust for you? Your teasing knew no bounds, even if you weren’t aware of the effect your actions had at this moment.
Lust pooled in Vergil’s veins, all of the blood in his body rushing to in between his legs. His cock swelled beneath his leather pants, the pressure of the confines of his pants suddenly becoming unbearable. Yet still, he was unable to remove his gaze from your nude form still bathing under the warm water in the shower. Without even thinking of it, Vergil’s hand moved down his body to press at the bulge under his zipper, looking for some sort of relief from the pressure. That hand pressed and pet against himself, rubbing to try with no avail to release some of the frustrations from the anticipation he was feeling. It wasn’t enough. If anything, it only made the need he felt for you worse, as the sticky feeling of precum was now coating his skin under his zipper. The smell coming from you in the shower was not helping, nor was the heat of the steam from your shower. There was a dark feeling of need crawling down Vergil’s throat that was spreading across his whole body. He felt hot. The room was too hot, his head was getting filled with the steam from your shower. It was smothering his senses- you were overwhelming them entirely.
He decided to move back into your shared bedroom and remove his coat and gloves to counteract the physical heat that was affecting him. He walked over to his side of the bed and placed his gloves on his nightstand next to the bed, flexing his fingers and cracking the knuckles once they were free. In the bathroom, the noise of the shower stopped- you were finally done. Vergil could hear you turning off the water before taking a towel off the bar it hung from to wrap yourself in. An image of you, wrapped up in the fluffiest towels you could find flashed in his mind for a moment and he felt a slight smile threaten to spread across his face. You and the things you claimed as luxury. Although he didn’t have to imagine the sight of you much longer, you’d be stepping out into the bedroom soon enough. With that thought, Vergil turned to the wall that had the bathroom door on it as next to that was the closet that the two of you shared- if you could really call it that since much of the items in the closet belonged to you instead of him.
Slipping his coat off, he grabbed the plush lined hanger that he used to hold his coat and began to hang it up. At that same moment, the bathroom door flew open. You clearly were still not aware Vergil had returned, as your music was still playing loudly from your portable speaker and you had made no efforts to greet him like you would have normally. And now, when Vergil stood at the closet, he stood in a way that concealed him behind the open door of the bathroom. Vergil found himself idly recalling once more the serial killer comment you made previously before. Although he definitely wasn’t going to kill you, you were about to go to Heaven anyway, if things were about to go the way they usually did when you two reunited.
You moved, absentmindedly, to the bed where your outfit laid waiting for you. You had gotten dressed somewhat, Vergil thought, realizing you were wearing the fluffy robe you bought a few weekends ago with a towel wrapped around your head rather than the towels he expected you to wrap yourself in. No matter- it was still practically nothing to take off of you. You held the shirt you had chosen to wear today up, as if you were inspecting it in the dim light of the bedroom. Vergil watched you for a moment, basking in the closeness. You still had not noticed his presence. He made a mental note to scold you after this reunion- really, you should have better self-preservations at this point. Maybe this could be a good opportunity to convince you into getting back into training your awareness and defensive skills. He could get you to duel- a good way to train, after all. Plus then that could then lead you to— Vergil shook his head, clearing that train of thought away before it carried him off with another form of desire. He cleared his throat impatiently, finally ready to reveal himself to you.
You jumped almost a foot in the air before you spun around, eyes open wide and hands clutching your chest over your heart, which Vergil could hear was beating rapidly under your skin.
“OHMYGOD- Vergil!” You yelled, panting from the sudden rush of fear at your boyfriend’s sudden return. The towel that held your hair became loose from your jumpscare, almost falling off entirely. You snatched it off your head before lightly rubbing your still damp hair with it. When you were done with that, you let it fall in a heap on the floor next to the foot of the bed. You sighed, still trying to overcome the shock of Vergil’s sudden appearance, “What the hell- when did you get home?”
Vergil shrugged slightly, seemingly nonchalant although he was anything but. He once again hooked his fingers between the collar of his neckline and his throat, pulling it to the side so he could stretch his neck. His pants suddenly felt much tighter and all the more unbearable against his skin- he barely had any time to revel in the look on your face when he scared you. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like drawing expressions such as that out of you. “I arrived back about an hour ago,” he retorted, flexing his bare biceps slightly, as the way you eyed them was not lost on him. “You probably would have noticed had you not been playing the noise you call music at such a deafening volume.”
Not one to back down from Vergil’s scolding, you rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically. But as you opened your mouth to respond back, no doubt cheekily, the words were knocked out of you as you were instead pushed back to lay on the bed. You started to shift, sliding back and rising up onto your elbows for support while you looked at your boyfriend, who now stood in front of where you laid on the bed. Your feet dangled off the mattress while you quirked an eyebrow up at Vergil.
He reached out to you slowly, his palm touching your cheek fondly while his thumb pressed on your pouted lips which were certainly pouted as another means to entice him. You minx, he knew that you knew exactly the hold you had on him. Slowly, you parted your lips, allowing his thumb access into your warm mouth. The two of you locked eyes as you sucked on his finger slightly at first before sucking on it harder, sending a pleased chill down Vergil’s spine. Withdrawing his thumb from your mouth, and after you pressed a chaste kiss to it, his hand moved to cup your jaw before sliding down your neck and to the opening of your robe. It had come undone slightly and the neckline had delved deeper than you had previously tied it, revealing the still slightly damp skin of your décolletage to his roaming eyes. The music you had played while in the shower was still playing in the background from your bathroom, although neither of you played it any mind. Vergil’s hand traced the satin lining of the neck of your robe, pushing it all the more open and revealing the curve of your breasts which his eyes drank in greedily.
Licking your lips to speak, Vergil’s concentration was broken at the sight of your pink tongue breaking through your lips. You spoke quietly, knowing that Vergil would hear you like he always did, “I missed you.” You swallowed before continuing. “I’m glad you’re back.” Almost shyly, you glanced up at him from under your eyelashes. He met your eyes, unabashed.
At your tender admission, Vergil took a step closer to you, now standing between your open legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. He leaned down over you and once again held your jaw in his hand before bringing his lips to meet yours in a long awaited reunion kiss. You gasped and angled your head to deepen the kiss, opening your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter- and it did. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring the territory he had conquered many times in the past and would continue to do so in the future. But the kiss was short-lived as Vergil broke it and pulled away. You whined as he moved away from you, but you quickly stopped and replaced your frown with a small smile once you realized what he was up to as he lowered himself to kneel on the floor between your parted legs.
One of Vergil’s large hands held your thigh, spreading your legs enough to reveal your lack of underwear under your robe. His Adam’s Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, eyes locked on to the most intimate part of your body as if he hadn’t seen it countless times before. With his free hand, his long index finger slicked upwards on your entrance, smearing the newfound wetness on your skin. A longing sigh left you breathless at the motion- Vergil could hear the blood in your veins rushing south in your body. You shivered with anticipation, ready for him to do something, anything.
As if Vergil read your mind, the hand that was holding your thighs open for his viewing pleasure moved one of your thighs to rest on his shoulder and he moved close to your exposed pussy. His thumbs parted your labia as he leaned in closer, until his nose was pressed up against your throbbing clit. Inhaling deeply, his eyes closed in contentment as he breathed in the familiar, delicious muskiness that you emanated. He exhaled with a long, content sigh.
Shifting your hips with impatience, you whined with embarrassment. “Vergil,” You practically moaned. “Hurry up…” Your voice was pitched high with desire. No matter how much you pretended you hated being on display for him, your body betrayed that idea as you grew wetter the longer he looked at you spread wide open for him.
Vergil tsked, amused with your lack of patience, a small smirk growing across his face. You always were so eager, so pliant and soft in his grasp. You knew nothing about patience, after all, he had just spent the last hour or so waiting, watching and wanting you. Pulling away from where he was nestled tightly between your legs, Vergil looked up at you, meeting your expectant stare as you waited for him to give you what you wanted so desperately. He cleared his throat, “Good things come to those who wait.”
A moment passed.
Vergil spoke again, expecting a response from you, “Have you been good?”
You nodded, slowly, hesitantly, before speaking, “Yes… I was very good while you were gone…” A light blush dusted over your features, deepening as you continued. “I didn’t touch myself the whole time, not even once.” You averted your eyes from him, looking away shyly and so unlike the you he had come to know.
Vergil hummed with approval. He moved back to where he was before at face level with your pussy. You inhaled a shaky breath and held it for a moment, the anticipation rushing over you. Slowly, Vergil rewarded you for your obedience by starting with short, slow licks to your entire core. He made sure to lick up every drop of your juices that dripped, not letting a single drip go to waste. You sighed at the sensation, and his tongue picked up speed at the sound, chasing the noises you made and trying to pull more of them from you.
His mouth moved to focusing on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and lavishing it with attention until you started to squirm from the action. It was way too much, way too fast and it overwhelmed you entirely- Instinctively, your hands rose to try to push Vergil away from you by his shoulders, but unsurprisingly, he would not allow you to move too far away from him or out of his grip. Instead, he switched the motions of his mouth to running the flat of his tongue over your clit in quick, rapid motions that he knew would bring you to your edge fast.
Your head lolled back as you leaned back onto the bed, letting your arms give out and laying down completely now. One of the hands that was previously trying to push Vergil away from you now moved to lace itself in the feathery softness of his hair, pulling his head closer to your body as if there was any space between you left. Grinding against his face, you were unable to hold back your moans as Vergil continued to flick his tongue against your clit. One of his hands snaked up your thigh and a lone, long finger circled your entrance before it pushed inside of you all the way to the knuckle.
Keening loudly at the sudden intrusion, your hand tightened in Vergil’s hair commanding like a wordless plea for more. He began moving that finger in and out of you, at a pace that matched the flicking of his tongue. Adding another finger, they started to curl upwards within you, looking for that spongy spot about 2 inches deep inside of you. A loud cry that escaped your parted lips alerted Vergil that he hit the spot he was seeking out, as if he didn’t already know where it was. He knew your body like the back of his hand, he could play you like a fiddle if he wanted, and he often did as he was unable to not give you exactly what you wanted whenever you wanted it. From the loud, whiny cries that you made and the way that you were gripping his head, your neat, filed fingernails digging into his scalp, he knew you were close.
Vergil moved his free hand so that it was placed firmly on your lower stomach, pressing down to increase the sensation of his fingers that were curling upwards inside of you, letting them drag along your inner walls. With a loud cry, your hand that was not in his hair moved to his bicep that was draped over your lower half and squeezed as hard as you could muster- which was really nothing at all for him to handle. “Fuck,” you gasped, your voice light and airy as you tried to compose it enough to speak, “I’m so close.”
At your warning, Vergil sped his actions up, daring you to dive head first into your orgasm. He opened his eyes, unsure of when he even closed them, and looked up over the curves of your body, past the swell of your breasts, and focused on your face. He needed to see your expression when you came. With a loud cry of his name, you reached your climax- your pussy tightened around his fingers and the wetness coming from you increased tenfold with a gush. He continued his ministrations, working to prolong your orgasm until your legs were shaking around him and you were once again squirming to get away from him and push him off of your pussy before you slowly became overstimulated.
Withdrawing his fingers and mouth from you, Vergil pulled away, still feeling between your legs. You lay spread on the bed, arms and legs open wide as you panted, trying to catch your breath. Your heartbeat rang in Vergil’s ears. Slowly, you raised yourself up so you were leaning on your elbows once more. A slow, sly smile spread across your face which you flashed in his direction before you licked your lips, catching the lower one between your teeth slightly. “Wow,” You sighed, your voice was still airy as you tried to level your breathing, “You know what, I don’t mind it as much when you’re gone overnight if you’re gonna treat me like this when you get back home.”
Scoffing, Vergil rose to his full height and was now towering above you. His hands pressed on your thighs, moving up to your hips where they squeezed tightly with affection before continuing up to your waist, stopping at the tie that held your robe closed. His long fingers toyed with the cloth before he spoke, “You get what you deserve.” Vergil’s eyes flickered to your face, taking in your confused expression. He explained, “You would get even better treatment had you followed my word exactly and not showered before I returned.”
Your face turned bright red at his words and you opened your mouth to deal out a undoubtedly biting response, but before you could, one of Vergil’s hands moved up past the band of your robe and on to your chest, pressing down sternly enough to imply that he wasn’t interested in hearing whatever excuses you had lined up. You shifted, raising up off of your elbows enough so that you could lean forward to unbuckle his pants. The longing sigh that escaped your parted lips at the sight of the hardness beneath Vergil’s pants did not go unnoticed by him and only made his ego swell more. You made quick work undoing the belt and releasing his massive cock from the confines of his leather pants. He was so hard- completely rigid and the tip was so red it looked uncomfortable at this point. It was like he could cut glass or something. Unable to resist, you pumped him once with your hand, which was dainty in comparison to the size of his dick. Your thumb pressed against the head of his cock, gathering the beading precum which you then used to stroke him slowly, flicking your wrist when you made your way back to his cockhead. Your eyes glanced up at his face as if trying to test and determine his expression.
The hand that was pressed against your chest pressed harder, pinning you back to the bed so that you released Vergil’s cock, the sudden force from you releasing it and moving back was so strong that it slapped upwards towards his stomach from how rigidly hard it was. Vergil took a step closer to you, moving to line the blunt head of his cock up with your drenched opening. He gave himself one final pump with his large hand, spreading as much precum as he could before pressing the tip in slowly, past the tight muscle at your opening. The two of you sighed in unison at the feeling of finally being reunited and complete once more.
Once the tip was in, Vergil wasted no time- he thrust hard to the hilt and his pelvis smacked into yours with a force that made you yelp in pleasure, but also with complete surprise at the sudden desperation he seemed to display. He started off at a brutal pace, stretching you out and thrusting into your wet opening as if it was the last time he’d ever get the chance. You gripped the edge of the bed for support to no avail, all you could do was enjoy the ride at this point. Your shared bedroom echoed with the combined sound of skin slapping into skin and the sound of your rapidly increasing moans.
Vergil shifted on his feet, sliding the hand that was on your chest down your body and to your thigh. He squeezed it before lifting it so that it pressed upward on his body, with your foot resting near his shoulder. He leaned forward slightly, so your thigh was pressed inwards against your body- the slight change in angle was heaven as it allowed for him to hit so much deeper inside of you, his cock pressing upwards into that sensitive area inside of your pussy. Unable to hold back your moans, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. He leaned further close to you until he was able to press his lips against yours. At the pressure of the feeling of his mouth on yours, you instantly opened your lips and beckoned his tongue entry into your wet mouth. His tongue moved to do so, rubbing against yours upon entry before dragging along each tooth in your mouth like a pseudo-form of staking out his territory, reminding you of the parts of you that belonged to him. However, the kiss was short lived as Vergil broke it, despite the pout you gave him as he pulled away, straightening his back and bringing your leg with him.
He still held your thigh against him with one hand, the other squeezing your hip appreciatively. The hand on your thigh climbed upwards, tracing nonsensical patterns on to your knee, calf, and then back down, repeating the motion as he continued thrusting into your tight heat. Sweat was dripping down his body and onto your own, but neither of you paid it any notice. His hand pet down over the soft skin of your leg, admiring the freshly shaven smoothness of it. His hand eventually stopped on your calf, steading it from the motion of his thrusts as he craned his head down slightly and took your big toe into his mouth. He bit it slightly, not hard enough for it to actually hurt, just enough so your eyes flew open from the sensation and locked onto the blue on your toenails that contrasted with the pearly white of his teeth. Your mouth fell open into a tiny O shape as you gasped at the view in front of you.
You moaned, a breathy, wheeze of “ Oh my god …” as you were unable to look away from the sight of Vergil quite literally lavishing you with his affection. Your eyes moved from his mouth to lock with his own eyes as he increased his thrusts, the sensation of his balls slapping against your ass almost snapping you out of the trance he had over you. Your hand moved down your body, stopping to move in tight circles just above where the two of you met. He could tell you were getting close by how tight you were getting around him now.
Suddenly, he bit down harder on your toe, his brow furrowed, and you yelped from pain at the sudden sharp, unexpected sensation. His thrusts increased harder until it almost hurt, the head of his cock rammed into your cervix before he stilled as deep within you as he could and came. With his hips stuttering against you, you felt each pulse of his cum move in waves deep inside of you. Eventually, he released your leg, moving it back to hanging on the outside of where he stood between your thighs but he didn’t pull out yet. He was still rock hard inside of you, almost as if he didn’t just blow his load deep inside of you.
A moment passed as you both caught your breath, your rapidly building crescendo now stopped at a stand still. You weren’t mad though, as Vergil always made sure you got yours and more. “Ooooh,” you cooed, a teasing lit in your voice. “Wow, you were really pent up, huh?” You asked, trying to feign innocence, but Vergil knew that whatever you said next was going to be at his expense. “Just what exactly were you doing before this that got you so eager and ready to go, hmm? It wouldn’t be that you were watching me in the shower earlier, would it?” There was that playful smile of yours again. “You pervert, did you come home early from this job just because you were dying to fuck me? You couldn’t wait any longer, is that it?”
Vergil bristled at your words and the effect they clearly had on him. “And what about you,” He replied, in a manner that was almost snide if you didn’t know him as well as you did now. “The scene I walked in as you showered. You practically put on a performance for my viewing pleasure. Yet, you claim to have not touched yourself while I was gone- just what, then, was that in the shower if you did not know I was there?”
You shrugged casually, like you were suddenly unwilling to play games, “Maybe I did know.” You looked up again at him from where you lay flat on your back, fluttering your eyelashes with that look in your eyes that you knew drove him wild. “Maybe I like it when you watch me, Daddy .” You smiled coyly up at Vergil and his eyes followed your pink tongue as you parted your lips to wet them.
At your words, all of the blood that wasn’t already in Vergil’s dick rushed there as he got even harder inside of you. The room suddenly felt like it was boiling from the combined sense of lust you were both emanating from between your heated skin. He pulled out of your now sloppy pussy, droplets of your combined spend slipping from your slit and running down your thighs and ass and onto the bedding below you, making a mess under your body. Using his enhanced demon abilities, Vergil moved your body so that you were no longer dangling off the bed nor facing him. Instead now, you were lying prone on the bed, angled so that your ass was presented up in the air as if his for the taking. Before you could react to being manhandled into however he liked you, Vergil crawled on top of you and reinserted himself into your pussy, sliding all the way to the base in one thrust, pulling out a loud, long moan from your lips. His body caged you in as he readjusted as he moved within you, his elbows crowding on either side of your head. The leather pants he still had on pressed and rubbed against your thighs. You were completely surrounded by him- you couldn’t get away, even if you wanted to.
Vergil wasted no time, picking back into the speed that he was fucking you at before. He pressed his weight into your backside, knowing how you liked feeling the full effect of his weight on top of you, crushing you. The plush of your ass was being tormented by the press of his hips with each brutal thrust, and was definitely going to leave marks on you from the intense thrusting. The new angle had your eyes rolling back in your head as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix hard each time he bottomed out inside of you.
“Fuck yes, Daddy, keep going,” your voice was beginning to get hoarse, tired and harsh from the relentless moaning you were unable to keep yourself from doing. Vergil recognized that this was another piece of bait from you, one he was not above taking as he increased his speed, now fucking you at a pace that no mere, average, regular man could do. Finally, he was getting the sort of reunion he had become accustomed to receiving whenever the two of you had to part for any period of time. He was beginning to feel sated, his body finally pleased with the reward your body awarded him. This was much closer to the way the two of you usually fucked, what you had both becomed accustomed to. And that was his goal really, to get you so used to being pleasured like this that you couldn’t even fathom getting this sort of bliss from anyone else ever again.
He moved one of his arms, releasing the cage he had you in and moved that hand down, between your body and the bed. It came to rest on your breast, sneaking in between where your robe had almost entirely opened and fallen away, squeezing your tit hard which was the way he had come to learn that you liked. It paid off, as your moans increased, almost moaning so much he wondered if you were going to get light headed from lack of breathing. He squeezed your breast until he moved his thumb and forefinger to seek out your nipple, which he easily found. He twisted the nub as well as he could while still having his hand smushed against the bed under your combined weight. His actions seemed to spur you to continue talking as you found your voice again, repeating almost slurred “please” over and over again.
Vergil leaned down, dropping from the elbow he was caging you in with to being pressed against your back. He nestled against the back of your head, sniffing deeply the scent of your still-damp hair that was starting to dry knotted from the previous position he had you in. He moved so that his lips pressed against the fold of your ear, unable to resist the call of licking the cusp of your earlobe before he spoke, “Please what?” You shuddered against him and Vergil found himself stifling back the urge to smirk. He called your name, demanding your attention before saying for you to, “Use your words.”
“Fuck,” you almost sobbed as tears of pleasure and pain glistened in your eyes with each unforgiving thrust. “It feels so fucking good, Daddy.” Your toes were curling from the intense pleasure you were receiving, almost uncontrollably. You needed more and he’d give it to you.
“Speak,” Vergil hissed into your ear, the arm that wasn’t nestled under your body curving to move around your neck with enough pressure to keep you still without depriving you of oxygen. It was just another reminder of how much power he had over you, of both physically and emotionally. “Please what?” He prompted once again, his voice strained from focusing on concentration with each thrust into your soaked pussy. “Use your words and say what you want.”
He continued to thrust into you, every time you felt like he couldn’t go deeper he proved you wrong and did. The head of his cock was basically bruising your cervix at this point, each time it hit lit new nerves across inside of you, sparking new waves of seemingly endless pleasure. You cried out loudly, trying with all of your might to focus through this haze of cloudy bliss to respond, to tell your lover exactly what it was that you wanted. “I..” you started before trailing off in a high pitched, drawn out moan. “Please, Vergil, I want to… I want you to put a baby in me.”
At your confession, Vergil inhaled sharply, the sound of his breath harsh in your ear. His mind went blank as his thrusting continued pounding away at your core, making you squirm and shake underneath him. The possibility of children was not something the two of you discussed previously, plus he knew you were on the pill so it wasn’t like anything could be guaranteed to happen at this present moment. But then, the image of you, swollen with the fruit from his seed flashed in his mind and he knew that he had to make that a reality.
Your hands moved out from where you had them pressed onto the bed, reaching forward now as you scrambled to find something, anything to grip to brace yourself from the onslaught of Vergil’s punishing strokes. You found purchase in gripping the bedding in front of you, holding it so tightly that your knuckles turned white from the pressure of your grip. You squeezed the sheets so hard that the fabric began to split under your fingernails. Vergil released the arm that was wrapped around your neck and gathered one of your hands in his own hand before picking up and stacking the other one under it. He held both of your hands in his much larger hand, interlocking your fingers together and holding them tightly to the bed so that you couldn’t move them in the slightest. He shifted his weight against you so that you were practically crushed against the bed, unable to process any sensation that wasn’t him and what he was giving to you.
“Oh, is that what you want?” Vergil groaned in your ear, the effects of your lovemaking were clearly having an effect on him. “Go on- you want for everyone to know you belong to me? For everyone to see exactly what I’ve done to you?”
Gulping, you tried your hardest to focus on answering him as you shook below him. Vergil’s hand that was toying with your breast slid lower, down over and past your stomach before settling on your clit. He gathered some of the excess of fluids that were dripping out of your pussy onto his finger before he began rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit. He was matching the pace he had set with the base of his thrusts. “God, yes,” You cried out, “please, yes, Daddy. I want you to come inside of me, and put a baby in me.” You swallowed harshly before continuing, “I wanna have your baby, please, Vergil.” You shuddered, “I’m so fucking close, please, give me a piece of you forever. I want you to make me yours forever!” Your voice broke at your last words sharply, shifting into a loud cry as you climaxed.
You came hard, clenching tightly around Vergil and pulsating in a way that urged him to come too. His fingers continued to draw circles along your clit, unwilling to allow the pleasure to die for you just yet and instead opting to prolong your orgasm as much as he could. The lustful heat that brewed inside of him threatened to boil over and the way your pussy milked him, urging him to finish too was too much to bear any longer. Your hands that held onto the bed squeezed them tightly, the bones popping from how hard you gripped the sheets. The feeling of you finishing around him was too much for Vergil, and he followed suit, overflowing inside of you. With a loud groan that reverbated in your ear, he came too. His hips pressed against your ass, stuttering with every flow of cum that pulsed inside of you- hopefully flowing straight to your womb and settling there. Eventually, his movement slowed to a stop and he stilled, still laying on top of you and inside of you, sealing off his cum that was deep within you. The both of you breathed in unison, finally spent and satisfied.
Once his heartbeat returned to baseline, Vergil adjusted himself by pulling out of you, rolling off of you and laying next to you. You shifted uncomfortably at the sudden gush of your combined fluids that poured out of you now that there was nothing to block the release of liquids. You got comfy too, undoing the tie of your robe and shrugging out of it to discard it on the floor along with your forgotten hair towel. You laid next to Vergil, snuggling up to him and laying in the crook of his armpit- enjoying the familiar scent of the crop of hair there. Stretching slightly, you paused before speaking, “I meant it, by the way.”
Vergil looked at you, his eyebrow raised. Trying to seem as collected as possible, as if his heart didn’t pick back up into pounding at your words, he paused before speaking “Is that so? You wish to bear another of the Sparda bloodline?”
You laughed and nodded, “Yeah,” your voice was playful, yet it had a thoughtful tone to it. “Who knows- Maybe Nero would like having a baby sibling around. Could make things even more interesting around here.” You raised your arm up in the air, stretching your shoulders before bringing your hand to Vergil’s chest, letting it rest there and ground you for the moment before you sniffed, your face scrunching up slightly at the scent you caught of yourself. “Ugh- I think I’m gonna have to shower again.” You sat up, and looked down at Vergil, eyes narrowing suggestively at him. “Care to join me this time?”
“Fine,” Vergil nodded in response to your question, already thinking of how long it would take for your daily birth control pill to run its course and leave your body entirely and leave it ripe for his taking. It couldn’t take that long, could it? Either way, you both had plenty of time to practice making a baby. It surely wouldn’t be much longer until it took and he would be able to watch you bloom with his child. A warm sensation spread in his chest at the idea of it, that by some point in the near future you’d have one more thing binding the two of you together forever. He’d make it happen, he was sure of it. Stretching his own stiff muscles, he continued speaking, “But I want none of that music playing while we are in there.”
Laughing once again, you threw another irresistible smile in Vergil’s direction before speaking, “Whatever you say, Daddy…” You winked, suggestively- forever the tease.
It was good to be home.