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Uncontrolled Instincts: Vergil x Male Reader

MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY

SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!

SUMMARY: The eldest son of Sparda has been through many trials and tribulations within his almost fifty years of life. Despite this, Vergil was still learning about the different ways his heritage could bring him to his wit's end-- how it could bring him to his knees and leave him completely and utterly at your mercy.

BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus on Tumblr! (Sorry this took so long--didn't know if should still stage because of that so sorry if you aren't really into DMC anymore in the like year this took lmao sorry) This legit has been sitting half-finished for months (Like this was requested way back on March 5th lmfao); so I figured I should probably finish it lmfao 🦢💧🦢 Top/Dom Vergil x Sub/Bottom Male reader Pre-established relationship Semi-mindless smut with a lil' fluff Lots of smut--like a ton. Rut (Vergil); the reader is unaware of this being a thing in devils Minor scent kink Small masturbation scene (Vergil) Mating/Breeding kink (Possessive of the reader) Biting/Blood (Bleeding?) kink: Vergil bites hard enough to draw blood (he is a devil after all) then does some kind of painful stuff--it’s not very long or anything but I figured it is important to mention. Bruising + Scratching Minor Oral (blowjob; Reader receiving.) Monster fucker stuff; dick sleeve/slit stuff, etc. Devil Trigger sex Overstimulation Knotting 💧🦢💧 >Unrealistic sizes for his Triggered dick(s)--just let me have fun. If you want actual sizes, go to Vergil’s H/C chapter. >Because of the mental state Vergil’s in, he’s a bit sappy--almost reminiscent of V--during some parts. >I used the concept art from DMC 5 as a reference for Vergil’s (regular) Devil Trigger; figured I should put that here to avoid any confusion (since it’s very different from his 3-design and semi-different than his 4-design). Dante’s 5 DT has pupils so Vergil’s does too (even though the concept art doesn’t; neither does Dante’s concept art btw).

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“That is an idiotic suggestion,” Vergil’s lip twitched as he lightly snarled, “Although I shouldn’t expect much else from you.”

“Yeah? Well, if you’re so damned smart,” Dante crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair, scowling at Vergil, “Then what’s your plan.”

“I told you,” the blue devil squinted, “I can handle it alone.”

Dante slammed his hands down on his desk and shot up from his chair, “And as I have told you ,” he rounded to the front of his desk, leaning against it slightly, and stood face-to-face with his older brother, “ No, you can’t. ”

The devils stared at one another, growling while exchanging death glares. Amongst the loud snarling, however, a stressed-out sigh could be heard. Lady, who had grabbed a beer, was trying to ignore the twins' incessant bickering. She's been waiting for over an hour for Nico and Trish to swing by and pick her up and she was almost at her breaking point. Quietly, she tapped her fingers against the half-drunk bottle while grumbling to herself. A part of her felt like she was babysitting two toddlers rather than sitting at the establishment of two middle-aged devil hunters. As she raised the bottle to take a drink, a loud commotion behind her caught her attention. Slamming down the bottle, she whipped around with a venomous glare.

With hands wrapped around one another, the twins wrestled momentarily only to be cut abruptly by Vergil slamming Dante’s back through the railing and treads of the staircase. A loud strangled coughing came from Dante as one of the metal bars speared him through the chest, splattering Vergil’s face with a trace amount of blood.

“What is wrong with you two?!" Lady’s tolerance had finally run out, "I just fucking fixed yesterday's damage!” She stood from her seat, arms crossed.

Hearing her irate tone, Vergil released Dante’s neck from his grasp and stood up; not saying a word.

Dante groaned, looking up at his twin, “Lil’ help?” He stuck out his hand which Vergil used to yank Dante back to his feet.

Vergil straightened his coat, “I think I will take my leave for today-”

“Good,” Dante shifted uncomfortably, placing a hand over the gaping hole in his middle, feeling it slowly repair itself, “Can’t stand you being so pissy.”

Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “You are no better, Dante. Both of you are acting like children.”

“I am not,” Dante huffed.

Vergil glared at his brother from the corner of his eye before strutting towards the garage door, “I am leaving,” he stopped after he was slightly past Lady and turned over to his shoulder, addressing her, "Contact me only if necessary.”

With that, Vergil left The Devil May Cry.

Upon opening the front door to your shared home, Vergil instantly felt a heavy hazy heat spread throughout his limbs. He took a slow deep breath as he stood in the entryway, trying to get a hold of himself. Unhurriedly, he hung his coat and slid off his boots, mumbling to himself about his next move. He decided that a shower may ease his mind as he wandered into the cozy co-inhabited home.

The blue devil warily looked around, trying to avoid you. Eventually, he found you in the bedroom, making things difficult, since he needed to stop in there for clothing. He peered in through the door and saw that you were lying on your stomach, reading a book while softly humming. From where he was standing, he got a perfect view of your ass, only worsening his issue .

Vergil shook his head and took a deep breath trying to deter his thoughts; only after which did he realize that getting a deep whiff of your scent was perhaps the worst thing he could do at the moment. He stood with a scrunched face and closed eyes as he tried to ground himself, doing his best to ignore the overwhelming perverse thoughts eating at him, and the fiery feeling spreading to his lower half.

You turned over and sat at the edge of the bed, dangling your legs over the edge, “Hey-! You’re home early,” you flashed him a cheerful smile that quickly fell as you got nothing but silence in return, “Everything alright, Vergil?”

“Yes, everything is fine,” Vergil’s eyes avoided yours and his answer was quick and emotionless.

You raised a brow at his seemingly discombobulated reaction, “You sure?”

He nodded and moved to grab some casual clothing from the dresser, “I am going to shower.”

Your brow raised further, “Okay..?”

Vergil looked over to you as if he were going to speak but closed his mouth, turned away from you, and left.

In the brief moments that your eyes met with his, you noticed the small bits of dried blood on his clothes and face. It was probably Dante’s, knowing how much the two had been fighting the past week or so; however, that didn’t make it any better nor did it ease your mind. You slid off the bed, and placed the book on the nightstand, leaving the room. Unhurriedly, you meandered down the hall as you mulled through what could have upset Vergil so much.

As of late, he's been in such a sour mood that he barely even says "Good morning" or "Good night", not to mention the lack of physical affection. He hasn't even been sleeping in the bedroom with you, "preferring” to sleep on the couch. A frown decorated your face as a wicked thought echoed in your mind, "What if he is distancing himself so he can disappear…"

You shook your head, "He'd never do that, he loves me... Right?"

With another shake of your head, you decided that you were going to talk with him once he's finished his shower.

When Vergil entered the restroom, he lazily tossed his change of clothes off to the side and turned the shower faucet as cold as he could. While the water ran, he stripped down and neatly placed his worn clothing in the hamper.

Just being in your presence had made him unbearably hard and was driving him up the wall. It seems even the Dark Slayer isn’t able to conquer his instincts, much to his vexation.

A quiet hiss left his lips as he stepped under the icy water. Vergil’s skin was beyond sweltering, being so hot that it was bothering him; a man whose body runs on average at around 120°F (49°C). The contrast between him and the nearly frozen water created a sauna-esc environment--fog quickly filling the room. As he washed his face off, he stared mindlessly at the wall. He’d never experienced something like this before; and, to be quite frank, it's exhausting. The sheer amount of emotional ups and downs was enough to make him nauseous. Not to mention that he’d been avoiding any sort of affection towards or with you for nearly a week.

It all mixed up into a hellish disaster that Vergil just wanted to end. Tired of the immense toll this was taking on him, in every way possible.

With folded arms, he stood facing the water as a small discontent grumble left his lips. He had hoped that the cold water would have killed his hard-on; however, it didn’t. Now he was just miserably standing under frigid water with a rigid cock.

Vergil let out a low growl of irritation, his face scrunching into a grimace as he lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite not being one for masturbation, he decided to try and handle his urges alone. He ran his hands up his face and then slowly back down, sighing loudly. Then he turned around and leaned his forehead against the wall, the water now beating against his back; a feeling that would have most definitely troubled him if he weren’t so worked up.

His brow furrowed as he shut his eyes, placing one hand on the wall and the other around his throbbing dick. Slowly, his hand moved at the thought of what he’d do to you if only you were here harshly pinned between the wall and him.

The feeling of you squirming underneath him as he bit down on your neck. Your groans as he shoves himself inside your tight hole. The feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling it in ecstasy. How deep and hard he would pound your insides. Growling obscene and perverse comments into your ear and watching you react; feeling you react. Folding you as he bent your legs up as far as he could, his nails digging into your skin.

Vergil wanted nothing more than to claim you --to breed you --to leave you unable to move and full to the brim with his cum.

The blue devil’s face scrunched further with every quickening stroke, trying to reach his peak, “Ngh- ha~” A frustrated whine of a huff escaped his nose as he bit down on his lip.

Unknowingly, he started bucking his hips into his hand in pursuit of the tantalizingly close orgasm. However, try as he may, it never came; all he managed to do was work himself up even further and nearly break his fingers from how hard he was pressing against the tiles.

After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his hand from his cock and just stood there with his eyes closed. He placed his face against his bicep with a deep exasperated inhale, trying to figure out a solution that wouldn’t involve him explaining what was happening.

A soft knock at the door caused Vergil to choke on his exhale, “Vergil, you alright? You’ve been in there for over an hour…”

Although you didn’t care how long he took, it was a bit concerning when his longest shower ever was fifteen minutes . In combination with how he was earlier, you were well within your right to worry.

He felt his cock twitch at the sound of your voice as he ran his thumb across his tip, doing his best to subvert the idea of asking you to join him, “I am fine,” he straightened his posture with a small sigh, “I will be out momentarily.”

The blue devil waited to hear you walk away before he turned off the water and stepped out. He dried off and slid on his black boxer briefs and an indigo t-shirt. Then, as per usual, he went to pomade his hair but found his tin completely exhausted. Vergil balled up his hands, his nails lightly puncturing his palms in anger. In his heated departure from the shop, he had completely forgotten to pick some up before returning home. In a vain attempt at normalcy, he used the dampness from the shower to slick it back.

Then the real issue became apparent. He needed to figure out how to hide his excitement . The blue devil mulled over different ideas as he moved his jaw back and forth. It was then that he noticed he, unintentionally, grabbed a baggy set of grey sweatpants; ones that would be able to hide most of his painfully aching flesh if he wore them just right and tucked himself in a very specific way.

After a few attempts, he managed to get it right and looked at himself in the mirror; it was barely noticeable, allowing him to take a sigh of relief. As he opened the door, he was able to place where you were in the house by the sound of your heart, you were in the living room. Knowing that if he saw you he’d lose the struggle with himself, he quickly slipped into his study; which was right between the bathroom and bedroom.

The Dark Slayer quietly shut the door and turned on a desk lamp. The room wasn’t anything too elaborate or fancy; it only contained three bookshelves, a small desk, and Vergil’s favorite chair. The blue devil grabbed his current book from the desk and sat down, making the plastic ever-so-slightly creak underneath him. With the lick of his fingertips, Vergil paged through to where he had left off in the novel.

After nearly ten minutes of re-reading the same page over and over, Vergil slammed the book shut with a growl. At this point, his body was beyond burning with lust and he wanted nothing more than to soothe his pulsating cock. Moving his jaw in thought, he debated trying to relieve his itch again; however, before he could decide, a gentle knock came from the door.

“Vergil..?” your voice was barely audible.

In a panic, Vergil snapped back, “What?” He scrunched his face and pursed his lips in immediate regret at how he answered.

There was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh, “Never mind, sorry; didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll leave you be.”

As you began to walk away, Vergil bolted up from his seat; upsetting you was the last thing he wanted to do. Opening the door as quickly as possible, he called out to you, “Wait-!”

You turned around; only a dozen or so strides away. With a brow raised in curiosity, you noted how disheveled Vergil looked: between his outfit, hair, and how overall ragged he looked you knew something was wrong. The two of you stood staring at one another for a minute or so; neither of you being sure what to say or do next.

The blue devil turned from your gaze to look down, shifting awkwardly, “I…” he stood with his lips slightly parted and shifted once more.

You took a few steps towards him, “Is something wrong, Vergil?”

He shook his head ‘no’ and tensed his shoulders, “Stay back,” although he intended it to sound commanding, it sounded more like he was pleading.

Your brow creased, “Why?”

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?

The intense aching in his body only worsened by being near you, he scrunched his face trying to block out his insatiable yearning for you, “I can’t-” Vergil looked up from the flooring to you as he spoke softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What does that-” you shook your head, “Vergil, what is going on?” You continued to steadily and carefully approach the high-strung man.

With every step you took, his body tensed up further and further. Part of him wanted to run as far from you as possible, ashamed and afraid of his need; the other wanted nothing more than to slam you against the floor and let into his sinful primal desires. He closed his eyes and took a deep steading breath; doing neither of those things--unintentionally allowing you to get closer.

You stood only two or so strides away and were able to hear a faint growling, “My Love?” When you went to grab his hand, his eyes snapped open.

Vergil jolted backward and hit the still-open study door that was behind him… which broke it right off its hinges with a loud cracking thud. You flinched at the sudden loud noise and pulled your hand back.

He turned to his side slightly to look down at the broken door, “Fantastic…” he then turned back to you with a sigh, “Forgive me, I-”

That’s when he noticed where you were staring at his body.

You squinted and pursed your lips, doing your best to stifle a small laugh, “Is your weird mood cause of that ?” You gestured with your eyes down to his painfully obvious hard-on.

Vergil shifted his jaw and huffed out a meek answer, “It is more than that, I am afraid.”

“Care to share?” you set a hand on your hip and smirked, very much oblivious to the severity of what was going on.

The blue devil shook his head, “No-” A shiver ran up his spine as he watched you slowly and intensely eye him up, “You’re not going to like the answer.”

“Vergil, we’ve slept together quite a bit,” you gently grabbed one of his hands, “What is so different now?”

His voice was strained as he gripped your hand tightly and paused a moment for a moment before continuing, “This is out of my control.”

“What? Vergil,” you furrowed your brow in confusion, “What does that mean?”

He opened his eyes and stared at you momentarily, using his tongue to play with his teeth in thought.

“Don’t make me beg,” you lightly teased.

“Fine,” Vergil pushed you against the wall, a knee placed right between your legs, and holding both your hands off to your sides, “I want you,” he leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear, “I need to--” he paused for a moment in thought, “I need to breed you,” behind his voice you could hear a rumble, telling you how desperate he really is.

He placed small kisses along your jawline and pulled back to look you in the eyes, pleading with you to save him from this torment of self-restraint he has been going through for nearly a week now.

You raised a brow, “And how’s that any different than normal?” You gave him a suggestive sultry smirk.

He cautiously placed his lips atop yours; despite his current affliction, he wanted to make sure that he took things slow--at least, slow enough that he wouldn’t hurt you. The kisses were long, heated, and sloppy. The both of you moved your mouths together in an almost exaggerated manner, perfectly synchronized. Vergil pushed against you and a low rumble filled each of his motions; doing his best to show you how much he needs you. How much he desires you in your entirety; mind, spirit, and body. How much he wishes to consume your frail humanity and turn you into his sinful plaything.

The blue devil’s grip tightened around your wrists as he fought his urge to demolish you right here and now. The heat from his body was overwhelming. Both he and you were acutely aware of it, a very thin line of sweat adorning the two of you. Vergil pushed his leg up further between your legs, lovingly nudging your slowly growing arousal, listening to the faint groans you gave.

After a few minutes of these slow impassioned kisses, he slid his tongue into your mouth. Excitedly he explored every bit that he could. Though Vergil had tasted your sweet tongue many times before, he always had the same amount of giddiness as he did the first time. His growling had become prominent enough that you could feel it within your mouth; a new, but welcomed, feeling.

With a gentle roughness, Vergil bit at your lips and tugged on them, which you lovingly returned. A small smirk decorated his lips as he let out a happy huff against you before diving into another plethora of fiery lustful kisses. With each languid motion of his plush lips against yours, his grip tightened around your wrists; gradually losing the arousing factor and becoming painful--you weren’t even sure if he realized that he was doing it.

Breaking away from his lips for a brief moment, you let out a low hiss, “Vergil, that kind of hurts,” you squirmed against his hold.

He stood there with his forehead against yours, loosening his grip slightly. With a low husky growl of a voice, he whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, “I need more,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “Please.” His eyes met with yours, they were heavy and glazed over; he wasn’t asking you, he was begging .

“Just--” You did your best to stay calm, knowing that Vergil was far from it, “Give me a minute to get ready and I’m all yours..?”

A small displeased grumble left his lips before he bit at your lower lip, pulling it slowly, then whispered against you, “You’d best hurry,” he released his grip on your wrists, “Best not to keep me waiting,” he turned and walked towards the bedroom, leaving you in a confused light-headed daze.

Once within the bedroom, he grabbed the nearly empty lube from the side table and set it on the tabletop. Absent-mindedly, he began to tap his foot, doing his best to ignore his slowly thinning patience. Vergil was still rather uneasy about informing you about what was truly going on. The two of you had been romantically involved for many years now, but it was only within the past year that the two of you had become sexually involved. In hindsight, Vergil regrets not explaining the consequences of doing so.

The consequences of mating with a devil.

A nearly inaudible creak in the floorboards caught Vergil’s attention, pulling him from his thoughts. Instantly, the blue devil was upon you and was as close to you as possible, his lips connected with yours once again. With a startled moan, you grabbed his biceps and felt him dig his fingertips into your sides as he tried to pull you impossibly close.

Not giving you a chance to think, Vergil moved you over to the bed and had you pinned beneath him. Using one of his hands, he held both of yours above your head as he stared down at you. He placed his free hand on your cheek, thumbing over your skin slowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

The blue devil’s hand drifted down your neck and to your chest, “I am sorry for this.”

“For what?” You tilted your head.

Without answering, Vergil leaned down and bit down on your neck. A sharp pain caused you to flinch and let out a low groan. He’d pierced through your skin and was working his teeth further into your flesh. It was uncommon for Vergil to make marks where others would be able to see them, but he never has drawn blood or bitten you this hard before. An uneasy feeling pricked at the edges of your mind--the unnerving feeling of being a devil’s prey.

Once Vergil felt the mark was dark enough, he leaned back up as he licked his lips and teeth clean of your blood. Your eyes met with his and Vergil had a crazed stare that sent cold shivers down your spine, it was a feral dominant look that only worsened the growing bad feeling in your gut. He moved to the other side of your neck and gave it the same treatment; puncturing your flesh deeply.

You let out a sharp moan as you felt him remove his teeth and give the new mark small loving licks. Curious as to how’d you respond, he took one of the tips of his split tongue and pushed it into one of the teeth holes. With pursed lips, your brow scrunched and you pulled away from the feeling; however, Vergil wasn’t done. He quickly placed another bite atop the same spot, moving ever-so-slightly out of line with the already there divots. The blue devil was enjoying the iron taste of the thick red substance and he wanted to taste you more; perhaps a side effect of him being the only Sparda descendant to consume human blood in mass?

With a third bite to the same spot, you finally spat out a whimper; one that wasn’t of pleasure. However, the devil didn’t notice and clenched his jaw harder at your struggling.

“Vergil, stop-!” You jerked away from him with a voice that was somewhere between angry and frightened--not a hint of enjoyment in earshot.

It took him a moment to react, removing his teeth with a low faintly animalistic huff. The blue devil leaned up and looked down at you, watching you writhe at the painful feeling, assessing the situation. A prominent red stain had adorned his lips, teeth, and surrounding skin; he looked as if he were truly attempting to eat you. A few tears pricked at the edges of your eyes which caused him to look away, almost shameful.

“Vergil?”

He released your hands and sat still, looking like a kicked puppy.

You leaned up and gently placed a hand on the side of his jaw, turning him to face you. Vergil’s eyes were glazed over and his lips slightly parted, still very obviously aroused but hesitant to continue. You ran a thumb along his lower lip, wiping blood off the stained surface. Slowly, you connected with his lips.

With a loving force, you pushed your lips hard against him and moved your hand from his jaw to the side of his neck, firmly holding him. Using your other hand, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him into you. All the while, you’d pushed your tongue into his mouth which earned a surprised muffled moan from Vergil.

His mouth tasted, unsurprisingly, of blood and was broiling hot. Vergil worked himself into your grove, moving along to the rhythm you were setting; a rarity in your relationship. You moved your hand up from his neck and interweaved your fingers with his hair, grasping the strands tightly. A small amount of pride pricked at the edges of your mind as you heard him let out a low unfiltered moan and felt him tremble under your grasp. This, however, didn’t last long.

Unwilling to remain submissive, Vergil pushed you downwards again. Mindlessly his kisses began to wander around your skin placing small kisses along your clothed shoulders and chest. In return, you gently groped at his shoulders and arms, earning a low moan from your devilish lover.

You noticed that he was still wet from his shower as you ran your hands under his shirt giving his skin a soft smooth feel. Your fingertips flattened against his pecs, kneading against him. Slowly, you made your way over to his nipples and pinched them tightly. His back arched slightly at the feeling and he let out a low breathy moan.

However, the blue devil’s hands weren’t stationary and had begun to move, drifting downwards. They rested right at the edge of your shirt for a moment as he felt you grope his chest. Then, bit by bit, he slid his hands underneath your shirt. Taking the hint, you removed your hands from him and pulled the fabric over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room.

The blue devil’s slender fingers groped along your chest, seeming almost desperate to feel your body. Your hands grabbed the edge of his shirt and began to tug at it. Vergil leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head, looking down at you with slightly labored breathing.

In all his years of life, in neither Hell nor the human world, has he ever had he found another so captivating as you are. Even during times like these, times of sinful lust, you still managed to look holy to the tarnished devil; a sacred being that he’d gladly become a martyr over, someone he’d give his life up for. Despite his irritation at his current affliction, he can’t help but be glad that it is with you and that he found someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

As he stared, you stared back.

A small amount of pride tugged at your heart at how you’d managed to get someone like Vergil, someone so beautiful. Your eyes focused on his partially agape kiss-swollen lips that he’d roll his tongue over moistening them every so often. His hair was down courtesy of the lack of pomade and clung to the still-wet skin of his brow, giving him a rather ragged look. Despite Dante being his twin, the two looked nothing alike in your eyes--even with the same hairstyle. Slowly your gaze traveled to his half-lidded eyes when you noticed something; his eyes were the icy glowing blue of his Devil Trigger.

You wriggled to sit upright, “You’re quite worked up, huh?” With a smile, you watched Vergil’s face become red and you placed a hand on the side of his neck, thumbing over his throat softly.

“Why do you say that?” his voice quivered a bit as he felt your hand slowly move down from his neckline to his hips.

“You’re acting… strange ,” you ran your hand close to his bulge, purposely missing it, and rested your hand on his thigh.

He gave you a half-confused half-disappointed look.

“Not that I don’t find this…” you gently rubbed his thigh, earning a stifled moan from the devil, “ aggressively dominant side of you alluring.”

“Do you?” he smirked slightly, “How strange…” Vergil leaned in and gave you small pecking kisses.

You smiled widely and spoke between kisses, “Care to share what the special occasion is?”

Vergil quietly chuckled and murmured against your lips, “In time.”

Between loud sweet pecks, you gently whispered, “Come on, please Vergil?”

Instead of answering, he gave you a long kiss; one that only broke once he felt you pushing away for air. Vergil’s fingers gently ghosted the three-times-bitten dark spot he’d left on your neck, staring with concern.

Noticing his upset attitude, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“Does it… hurt ?” His voice was soft, with a small tinge of sadness.

“You want me to be honest?”

He nodded.

“Yes, it hurts, but-!” You made sure to cut him off, knowing damn well what he was going to say, “It’s fine and it’ll heal,” you ran soft kisses up from the hand you’d been kissing and to his shoulder, resting there for a moment, “It’s alright.”

“I am sorry for harming you,” he looked to the side, his eyes meeting with yours, “I didn’t think that I…” His voice cracked as gazed upon you with remorse.

You leaned up from his skin and looked at him with a soft smile, “Don’t worry about it, Vergil…” With a soft sigh, you leaned forward and placed a soft gentle long kiss on the underside of his jaw, “It’s flattering to know that you want me that badly, dear.”

Vergil pushed you back downwards, straddling your hips. His fingertips pressed into you as he eyed you up and down and, with a low dark desperate tone, he remarked, “That doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I feel right now.”

As he began to run his digits down your body, he leaned down and placed a very soft kiss on the tender spot. Bit by bit Vergil began to kiss down your middle, mumbling very softly against you, “ “The Fountains mingle with the river/And the rivers with the ocean,/The winds of heaven mix for ever,/With a sweet emotion;/Nothing in the world is single,/”,” he stopped right above your navel and lightly bit at the skin, staring up at you and locking with your eyes, “All things by a law devine/In one another's being mingle -/Why not I with thine?”.”

He continued until his head was between your thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw that he was already staring back at you. With hot and heavy breaths, he kissed the inside of one of your thighs all the way to your dick, then gave the other thigh the same treatment.

“Vergil-” You swallowed apprehensively, “Are you sure that you’re alright to be doing--”

“I won’t harm you,” he gave you a small smile with half-lidded eyes, “I promise,” his breath was heavy as he brushed his cheek and nose along your bulge, speaking in a quiet needy manner, “Let me taste you, please.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep up with the sudden mood change; Vergil going from overly dominant to an almost submissive pleading. Before you even answered him, his fingers were within your waistband and were pulling at the fabric, completely exposing you to him. A small moan left your lips as you felt him kiss along the insides of your thighs once more. They were slow sloppy kisses, licking and biting at the sensitive skin.

Vergil stared at you for a moment, a smirk of pride tugging at his lips from how you were watching him with bated breath. Very unhurriedly, he ran his tongue down from your tip to your balls. As he ran back up, he split his tongue apart and slid your cock between the two sides. Encouraged by your low groans, he did the same motion back down.

Carefully he took your sack into his mouth and began to lightly suck on it. Instinctively, you placed a hand in his hair and grabbed it harshly, making the blue devil moan lowly. As he released you from his mouth, he made sure to stick his tongue out and run it up your seam.

Your fingers tightened as you let out a groan and a quiet call of his name.

Returning to your shaft, he placed kisses along the underside of your dick upward. Once at the top, he licked at your slit and watched as you squirm at his motions. With a heavy breath, Vergil placed his lips around your cock and gradually took you into his mouth. His hands found purchase on your hips and he pulled you as close to him as possible, the tip of his nose touching your lower abdomen. You fully leaned up, to get a better view of him, and placed both your hands in his hair as he bobbed up and down at a moderate pace.

“Vergil~ fuck that feels good,” you groaned as he began to move faster at your words.

He smirked in response. Although he’d never admit it, he enjoys hearing you say he’s doing good; that he’s the reason you feel good. However, unlike normal, he wasn’t planning on bringing you to your peak; instead, he removed himself from your dick and stood up. The two of you shared a long heated kiss that he used to lean you back down, then he pulled back.

“Turn over,” his voice was low and gravely, palming himself at the sight before him.

With a small nod and smirk, you did as you were asked. You could hear Vergil shuffling around before feeling him rejoin you on the bed with his hands kneading against your ass. Although his motions weren’t particularly aggressive, the pressure he was using was extreme and was going to undoubtedly leave bruises. If you listened very closely, you could hear him purring behind his growling.

You let out a small laugh, “You’re quite pent up, huh?”

He momentarily paused, his hands still gripping you, “You could say that, yes,” before you could respond, you felt him dig his fingers harder into you, “May I?”

With a smile, you turned over your shoulder to him, “How cordial,” you softly laughed, “Go ahead, I’m all yours Vergil.”

Once he let go of your butt, Vergil smirked slightly at the sight of you lifting your hips up a bit. He was almost tempted to skip prepping you but he bit his lip; he can’t have you getting hurt, he needs you to be available for him. After lubing up his fingers, he slowly slid the first digit inside.

Taking a deep breath, you did your best to relax into his hand. Vergil shifted so he could kiss you while continuing to stretch you. He placed several gentle pecks along your neck and your jaw, a rather loud purr coming from deep within his chest.

As he slid a second finger inside you, he heavily laid his head on the crook of your shoulder and began to give the area small heated kisses. You let out a small moan and turned towards him, kissing the top of his head. A smile tugged at your lips as you felt him let out a low happy sigh, his lips just barely hovering over your skin.

Another stifled moan came from you as he began to curl his fingers and return to kissing your neck, slightly nipping at it as he traveled along your neck and shoulder.

Quietly, as if afraid to speak, Vergil whispered between kisses, “I love you, my delicate little Lily.”

With a soft laugh, you looked at him, “That’s new-- “Lily”..?”

He chuckled, seemingly embarrassed, “Yes, I thought it appropriate. Do- do you not like it?”

“I don’t mind; just curious as to- ngh-” You groaned as you felt Vergil add a third finger.

“As to what, my love?” A cocky smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“Why did you th-think,” you closed your eyes and bit your lip, doing your best to hold back a moan, “to use it now?”

Vergil hummed in thought for a moment, making sure to keep his lips close enough to your skin that you could feel his lips vibrate--sending a shiver through you, “Because you remind me of such…” He removed his fingers and leaned up, “You are so very fragile-- so very breakable; and yet,” a chill ran up your spine as you felt Vergil run his nails from your shoulder blades down to your hips, leaving a minor scratched trail down your body, “you allow me to taint your beauty --to toy with your naive innocent humanity….”

His hands rested on your ass momentarily, letting out a low sigh, before fully removing his hands.

With a gravelly sensual tone, he continued, “Do you want to know why I want you so badly, Dearest?”

Hearing him shuffling around slightly, you nodded as a small amount of butterflies began to form in your gut.

The blue devil laid down over you, getting as close to your ear as possible, “Because you are mine-- my human plaything; do you understand?”

Against your lower back, you could feel his cock twitching and could feel how unbearably hot his skin had become. You swallowed hard, “I’m not sure I do.”

Vergil placed his forehead between your shoulder blades. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other was around his dick, stroking it slightly, as he whispered, “You are bound to me; in both heart, soul, and body .”

Without allowing you to respond, he prodded at your hole with his tip and slowly began to inch his way inside. A loud moan left your lips as you did your best to relax into him; feeling each bit of him that entered your body.

“You are my mate,” once fully seated inside you, he returned to your ear, “My one and only,” the blue devil kissed your ear, then gently bit and tugged at it, “for the rest of eternity.”

He sat back up with hands now placed on both sides of your hips. In response you picked your ass up, creating a downward dog position.

It started slow and controlled. He’d only pull out an inch or two and very carefully push himself back in, not wanting to harm you. However, these gentle motions didn’t last very long. Vergil did try his best to control himself; biting his lip, gripping onto you (unintentionally bruising you yet again), et cetera, but it didn’t work.

Vergil pulled his dick out, leaving just the very tip of it inside you, and rammed into you. It was hard enough that you jolted forward and let out a moan that was somewhere between pleased and startled. He repeated this motion but picked up the pace with each jab. Soon enough, all that could be heard throughout the house was the sound of his balls hitting your skin and your moans of bliss. Vergil wrapped his hand around the front of your neck and pulled you upwards, bringing you into a kneeling position.

Now using quick shorter thrusts he wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you flush against his body. A small amount of drool left the corner of your mouth as your vision became blurry, completely engulfed with the feeling of Vergil inside you. Mindlessly, you laid your head against the top of his shoulder which gave him plenty of room to bite and suck at your neck. One of your hands found its way to his hair, grabbing it tightly, and your other was neatly interwoven with a hand from your devilish lover. Your grip tightened on his hand as you moved your hips, doing your best to complement Vergil’s pattern.

This pose didn’t last very long. Vergil roughly shoved you back down and stood up, pulling out completely. Before you could question, you felt him harshly yank you over onto your back. Now facing upwards at the disheveled man, you got a proper view of him and you noticed several things that were just ever-so-slightly off. His teeth were much sharper and slightly thicker. A finite amount of scales had appeared on his cheekbones. The glowing icy blue eye color that you’d noticed earlier, was even more apparent and had heavily dilated pupils in the middle that were intensely trained on you.

You placed a hand on his cheek, very carefully thumbing over the black-blue scales. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closed tightly, and gave your palm a long kiss, momentarily staying with lips pressed against your hand. An unintentional confused 'huh?' left your lips at how hot his breath and mouth were, he was scorching; the hottest you’ve ever felt from him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and leaned back up.

The blue devil slid off the bed and pulled you to the edge then put his tip back inside only to slam as hard as possible into your hips.

“Fuck~ Vergil,” you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips.

With a smirk, he repeated the action and created a pattern of extremely hard and moderately forceful thrusts that he switched between every four or five thrusts. Vergil looked down at you with a devilish smile, reveling in how undone he made you. Getting an insurmountable amount of arousing pleasure from the sounds of unintelligible gibberish moaning coming from you. The sight of your body being moved by just the force of his jabs. All he wanted to do was feel your insides even more, to reach as far as he could inside and claim every bit of you.

He grabbed your legs and pulled them up, resting them on his shoulders. The feeling of sinful pride he had only increased as he heard you call his name and saw your hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He slowed his hips for a moment, still maintaining the force of each thrust but trying to prevent himself from making a mistake and Triggering.

Vergil’s hands slid from your calves to your thighs, firmly kneading against your skin--his fingertips being imprinted into your skin with dark marks. A very distant dark part of him wanted to eat you, to bite your flesh --to mar it up --to cover you with his scent --to make sure you know exactly which devil you belong to. He licked his lips as he let out low heavy breaths from his partially opened mouth. Feeling his peak coming, he looked up at the ceiling as his thrusts became shorter and his pace picked up, moving faster than before.

Typically, he wouldn’t finish this fast but he couldn’t help himself. All he’s wanted to do for nearly a week is just fill your insides, and he was going to do just that. Vergil shifted slightly, making sure to hit your prostate with each gyration.

He let out a loud growling moan, cumming inside you. Only a few moments later did you call out with a sharp moan as you felt an intense orgasm ripping through your body.

Slowly, Vergil rode out both your orgasms. Gently, he removed your legs from his shoulders and pulled out of your body. You gazed into space for a moment before leaning up slightly to see Vergil, confused as to why he hadn’t said anything.

You audibly swallowed as you stared at him, “Y-you’re that pent up, huh?”

Vergil shamefully met your eyes. He was still hard and had scales on several other spots on his body. The thoughts of allowing himself to cut loose, to show you his inner urges without a filter made him both unfathomably terrified and overwhelmingly aroused. This was bad and he knew it, and seeing you so blissfully unaware of the danger you were in only tempted him further.

“Vergil,” you sat up fully a small grunt leaving your lips at the dull pain from being slammed so hard, “You alright?”

His lips thinned as he furrowed his brow, avoiding your gaze once more, “I am fine; however, I…” He paused, unable to finish his sentence.

“We could try it out, you know,” you gave him a meek smile as his eyes flicked to yours.

He shook his head ‘no’, “I can’t risk hurting you for something so trivial.”

“This is obviously not ‘trivial’. You never have this issue-- not to mention how different you’ve been acting,” you reached out to grab one of his hands, “What’s wrong, Vergil? You can tell me; I promise I won’t judge or get upset.”

The blue devil intently watched as you ran your thumb over his knuckles, “Fine…” He moved to sit beside you on the bed, staring straight ahead, “You know what an animal in “rut” means, correct?”

You nodded, “Yeah,” your eyes thinned as you slowly turned to him, “Vergil, you don’t mean--?”

“I should’ve told you before we…” he sighed with his shoulders tensing, “Because you and I became intimately involved, I now will go through this every spring,” he looked over to you, momentarily locking with your stare, “and you are the only one that can give me… relief .”

With a slow nod and deep breath, your eyes flicked between his hard-on and his gaze, “Guess I didn’t provide enough “relief”, huh?”

He gave you a small smile, “I’m afraid it’s not something that will be able to be soothed with only a round or two or even three, my love.”

You moved your jaw in thought and stood up. Sighing softly, you moved Vergil’s arms off to his sides and sat on his lap. You placed one hand on his chest and used the other to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, resting the hand on his cheek afterward. A loud purring emanated from his chest, vibrating your fingers, as you stared softly into his icy-blue eyes, “I love you so much Vergil; you know that?”

The blue devil smiled, “I do,” he leaned closer to you, placing his forehead against yours, speaking in a breathy whisper; his breath ghosting along your lips, “I love you as well; more than words could ever describe.”

The two of you connected lips and the hand that was on Vergil’s chest slid up to his face; allowing you to cup it between your hands. Vergil took his hands and ran them down your sides and then settled to hold your lower back as he continued to give you sloppy sweet kisses, gently pushing his mouth against you.

Cautiously, Vergil bit at your lips to ask for permission to enter your mouth; which you accepted. He let out an unintentional elated moan at the feeling of your tongue with his. His fingertips dug into your skin, pressing and kneading against you in excitement. With a lustful aggressiveness, Vergil pushed you onto your back--down onto the floor of the bedroom.

Making sure to maintain the kiss, Vergil shifted the both of you around so he could line himself up with your hole. Slowly, he slid back inside and devoured each of the divine noises that you made in response. That thought made him growl slightly; he wants to defile you over and over, to hold you for as long as you will allow him to.

Only once he was fully within you did he break off the kiss and allow you to take a deep breath. He held himself up with his arms, looking down at your breathless form. A prideful smug smile tugged at his lips as he began to move slightly, grinding himself into you. It didn't take long for him to reach a moderate pace. You reached up and ran your hands along his body, feeling each divot, each curve, each soft and hard surface; taking notes to yourself as if you hadn’t ever been allowed to touch him before. His heart was pounding so fast that you could feel it no matter where your hands were.

The blue devil’s mind was reeling. He was so engrossed in how good you feel that he hadn’t noticed how hard he was slamming into you, pushing you along the floor with each pass of his hips. His growling had returned, albeit tenfold louder and a great deal more animalistic; completely replacing his moans.

Although you know Vergil has issues with you touching his back, you were too immersed in the moment and wrapped your arms around him. One of your hands found its way to the back of Vergil’s head, threading your fingers tightly into his hair. You did your best to try and wrap your legs around him too; hoping to prevent him from shoving you along the floor any further.

He did stop for a moment, only to take the opportunity to pick you up and slam you against one of the walls of the room; knocking several things from their hanging spots. A sharp moan left your lips as you felt his nails aggressively dig into the sides of your thighs. Vergil placed his mouth at the crook of your shoulder and nipped at the skin, leaving various marks.

You let out a slight hiss as he got a little too close to one of the deeper marks from earlier; in a way to seemingly apologize, he gently licked at your neck. He then leaned back and looked at you for a moment, letting out a set of shaky breaths. Vergil connected lips with you as you slid both hands into his hair; grabbing fistfuls of the silky white strands. His kisses were aggressive, pushing your head against the wall. Your body tensed, legs tightening around him, you were getting close--and so was he.

Quick jack-rabbit thrusts replaced his previous tempo. His wandering grip continued as he slammed your hips down into his, moving your body in a harsh rhythm with his. The two of you parted lips allowing you to throw your head back--at least the best you could being against a wall--and Vergil placed kisses on your windpipe.

The blue devil placed his head on your shoulder as he focused on fucking you. It didn’t take long for him to reach nirvana, spilling himself inside you with a low sustained frustrated growl. You reached your peak as well; cumming with a low grunt and gentle groan of Vergil’s name.

He ground against you and let out gentle shuddering breaths against your neck, giving you slight goosebumps. Without removing himself, he carried you back over to the bed and laid you down. Propped upwards using his hands, he stared down at you. Vergil was breathing heavily with a hung-open mouth and had a layer of sweat on his brow. More scales had appeared and his stare was oddly blank, as if he were lost in deep thought. You watched as he used his tongue to play with one of his canines and his brow twitched into a slightly agitated state.

“Vergil?” You weakly grabbed one of his biceps, giving it a light squeeze, “Is everything okay?”

A set of quick blinks brought his eyes back into focus, accompanied by a shake of his head, “Yes, I am alright--sorry.”

After a pause, he leaned up and gradually removed himself. A shiver ran up your spine at the feeling and you stared up at the ceiling for a moment before tilting up to look at the blue devil.

“Oh…” You gave him a dumbfounded stare. He was still hard, cock twitching at your surprise.

Once you looked up at Vergil’s face, you saw that he had crossed his arms with one hand over his face; mortified and ashamed of what was happening.

With an awkward laugh, you took a deep breath, “So, how many rounds do you need, again?”

Vergil’s eyes slowly met with yours as he shook his head, whispering, “I’m… unsure.”

You scrunched your mouth to the side, “What about trying to use your “Trigger”? You seem even worse off than earlier, Vergil.”

He removed his hand from his face and shot you a stern glance, “No, I can’t risk hurting you--”

“Vergil, if you keep this up, you will hurt me,” you grunted in slight pain as you sat up fully, “I can only take so much,” you laughed slightly, placing a hand on the back of your neck, “Especially with how rough you’re being.”

The blue devil thought for a moment, his tongue playing with his teeth. A part of him knew you were right, that if this continued there was a very high chance he would hurt you, and he really loved the idea of allowing himself to let go--to show you what he could really do. Still, the sheer amount of uncontrollable possibilities kept him hesitant.

What if you don’t like it and he’s too far gone to stop?

What if he manhandles you too hard and breaks something--either something in the room or, more importantly, you?

What if he hit you against the wall or floor too hard and hurt you?

What if he bit you and couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth in too far?

What if you died because of him and his stupid demonic instincts?

“Vergil..?”

He flinched at your sudden closeness. You’d gotten up and were standing in front of him, concerned that he was standing silently for so long. With one hand on his bicep and the other cupping his face, you made small circles with your thumbs. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned towards you, placing his forehead against yours.

The two of you shared a very sweet and emotionally soft kiss, drawing it out for quite some time.

With lips just above his, you quietly pleaded, “You can do whatever you need to, Vergil; it’ll be okay.”

Vergil swallowed hard. With one final squeeze of his arm, you let go of him. His eyes flicked all over your body as he gave it one final thought. Taking a deep breath, he nodded; he had to try it.

All he could hear was the loud pounding of his heart as he allowed himself to Trigger. Soft cornflower blue light filled the space. You smiled at the sight before you. It wasn’t very often you got to see Vergil use either of his Devil Triggers; his normal Trigger being a much rarer sight.

Under his breath, he let out a soft chuckle at your doting stare. Although he’s never told you, he finds it amusing that you’re so enamored with his devilish forms. He unfurled his wings from his sides and mindlessly stretched them outwards before bringing them back in close to his body. Pride pricked at his heart as he saw your expression of such a trivial act.

Cautiously, you approached him and reached out to touch his chest. This was the first time Vergil had allowed you to be anywhere near him while in a non-human state. His scales were hot to the touch, but not painfully more along the lines of freshly dried linen or hot asphalt. Through your fingers, you could feel a low rumble coming from within his chest.

With a slight shake, Vergil placed a hand over yours and locked eyes with you. Uneven breaths left his lips as he waited for you to say something-- anything.

You smiled softly and inched closer, placing your head on his chest, “You are so beautiful, you know that?”

A noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh left his nose, “That’s not what one should say when face-to-face with a devil.” Vergil wrapped his arms loosely around you.

“I’m not just face-to-face with “ a devil”,” you smiled wider and looked up at him, “I’m face-to-face with m-my…” you stumbled over your words as an embarrassed shade spread across your face, your confidence quickly dissipating.

“Your what?” He tilted his head in curiosity, wanting nothing more than to hear you say it.

With a voice no louder than a whisper you looked away from his eyes, “with my mate.”

He stared with parted lips before giving a small smile, “How strange to hear you say that,” Vergil leaned down to you, whispering, “Are you sure this is alright?”

Without answering, you connected your lips to his. Your hands slid up to the base of his neck on either side, gently scraping your nails on his scales as you went along. His arms tightened to pull you closer, placing one at the small of your back and the other on your ass. Slow careful kisses turned to sloppy impassioned French kisses. Vergil's tongue desperately felt the inside of your mouth, now being able to reach even further inside. You let out a surprised grunt at the feeling but were quickly distracted by a harsh groping motion against your ass.

Once you broke apart, the two of you stood staring at one another. Curious as to what he’d do, you ran your hands slowly down his torso. The heat coming from his body was unbelievable but his lower abdomen was tenfold worse. Distantly you found yourself worried if his cock would be too hot for your body to take in. As your fingers worked their way down, you took note of the texture changes between his chest, stomach, and the bright blue V that pointed to where you were headed.

Gently, you rubbed your fingertips up and down the glowing area, earning a stifled groan from Vergil. Curiously enough, you were expecting the area to feel akin to the rest of his scales--hard and rough--but were greeted by a warm velvety silk feeling. As you kneaded against him, he pulled you into another set of passionate kisses. The hand from your lower back traveled up your spine and braced the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.

Mindlessly, he leaned forward and dipped you back slightly. He broke from your mouth and kissed the corner of your mouth. Bit by bit, he kissed along your jawline, to your neck, and finally your throat. All the while, your fingers continued to their original destination. Carefully, you teased the area around his still-hidden cock and lightly ran your middle finger along his slit. Vergil’s breath hitched and he stopped his kisses, his breath washing over your skin.

A sultry smirk tugged at your mouth as you felt his tip begin to emerge. Vergil’s wings uncontrollably flexed outwards at the odd feeling, much to the blue devil’s surprise--and slight dismay. He’d never thought about trying anything even remotely sexual while like this, so the feeling of your fingers kneading against him made him feel as if he were a virgin again; feeling overwhelmed by nothing but the slightest of your touches.

You slowly ran his tip between your fore and middle fingers, feeling pre-cum dripping onto your digits. His cock was pleasantly warmer than normal, eliciting a small groan from you as you thought about him being inside you. The cum that decorated your fingers was also hotter than normal and seemed to be much thicker. The blue devil took a deep breath and shifted slightly, his wings curling around the two of you. In an almost painfully slow motion, Vergil ran his tongue along your neck, small papillae scrapping the sensitive area. He let out a shaky breath as you stroked along the sheath where his cock was, making his cock appear much faster than intended.

Before you managed to have him fully out, Vergil picked you up and placed you onto the mattress. He placed both his hands beside either side of your head, still standing, and his wings outstretched behind him. You stared up at him as a small shiver ran up your spine at the sight. Vergil’s eyes were dilated heavily and were fixated on yours. A part of you knows you should be afraid or at least apprehensive about what is happening, but you couldn’t be bothered; you were much too invested in the moment.

A wicked grin adorned his face, teeth on full display, “You really want me, don’t you?”

“And if I do?”

“Hmph,” the blue devil leaned back up and pulled your hips to the edge of the bed.

With slow long pumps, he touched himself to the sight of you. However, when you tried to lean up to see, he quickly pushed you flat.

“Did I tell you to move?” His voice was utterly layered with an overwhelming dominance.

Your gut churned and twisted as you waited with bated breath for him to ram your body, except, the blue devil knew he had to be careful with you. Although it was seen as a dominating move, Vergil laying you back was done to keep you calm. If you’d seen him fully erect, you would’ve tensed up tenfold worse and this would’ve been much more difficult than it already will be.

He grabbed the lube from the nearby table and coated his cock. Whatever excess was on his hand, he very carefully put it at your entrance--making sure his claws didn’t knick you. After a small debate, he dragged you a bit closer and put your ankles on his shoulders, aligning himself with your hole.

“Relax,” he placed a hand on your stomach, skin dipping down slightly from the tips of his claws, “Just focus on your breathing.”

You pursed your lips and stared mindlessly at the ceiling, doing just as he said and taking deep calm breaths, trying to keep yourself from tensing.

Vergil pushed his tip in, earning a gasp and deep grunting moan from you. Bit by bit, he continued to push inside, doing his best to fight the urge to slam against you. You were gripping the bed, pulling on the already decimated sheets. The size of Vergil’s cock normally is something that would make most men green with envy but the size he was working with now was nothing short of “porn star” material.

His hand that was on your gut slid up to your chest as he leaned down into you, causing him to push inside quicker than intended. Doing his best to not cut you with his claws, Vergil groped at your pecs and lightly kneaded against you. Low in his chest, he was emitting a purr that was intense enough that you could feel it through his hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, he was fully seated within you. Heavy deep lust laden breaths left your agape lips as the blue devil closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your innards snuggly squeezing around him. Vergil could feel your rapid heartbeat and could practically taste your arousal; being able to smell human pheromones just like a human can a fresh baked bread, sometimes being strong enough to give a taste to the air. It made his body ache, giving him a strong sense of pride to know that you were just as madly into him as he is you.

You placed a hand atop the charcoal-grey scaled hand on your chest, “Vergil…”

The two of you locked eyes and Vergil leaned down to you. Gently, he kissed you. It was a physical manifestation of a promise; a promise that he will take good care of you. The black and blue scaled devil tilted back upright, his fingers lightly clawing up your middle sliding to rest on each side of your hips. With slow careful--almost fearful--motion, he began to test what you thought of his devilish body. A string of low groans left your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock. Your chest was moving in an almost exaggerated manner as Vergil slowly ramped things up. The unhurried nature of his movements allowed you to feel each rib of his cock, feeling every time one would leave and re-enter your aching hole.

In an elongated teasing manner, Vergil removed himself out to his tip and pushed back in--making sure you felt every bit of him and savored him. He closed his eyes, doing his best to keep a level head as he intently listened to the breathy moans leaving your lips.

Once more, he removed himself out to the tip; this time, however, he slammed back inside. A sharp mixed noise of a grunt, moan, and gasp came from you. His eyes opened as he repeated the action; making sure to remove himself slower than before and return twice as hard.

Your back arched at his actions, eyes focused on the ceiling above you. When you looked back at Vergil, his eyes were trained on yours with an unplaceable emotion hidden behind his gaze. His emotion became clear when he harshly pulled out and slammed his hips against you; no longer feeling the need to hold back.

With each thrust, you were pushed up on the bed and his hands would yank you back down to meet the brutal bucking of his hips. All that could be heard was the sound of his hips hitting yours and the wet squelching from the previous rounds and copious amounts of lube in your ass. Concentrating on your expression, Vergil failed to notice that his claws had sunk into your skin which anchored his grip into you. Leaning down, he placed his face in the crook of your shoulder; kissing you carefully.

After a moment, he leaned back up slightly to place his nose beside yours. You placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over the leathery skin. Your pinkie mindlessly ran along the silver spikes that formed a beard of sorts at his jawline, curious as to what it felt like. He leaned into your touch and, despite him still jackhammering away, he felt a warm sweet feeling at your overly gentle treatment of him.

“Grab onto me,” Vergil whispered, his voice thick with lust and uncharacteristically gruff.

You did as he asked, wrapping your hands around the backside of his neck. Vergil picked you up and wrapped his wings around you, pushing you tightly against him. A small hiss slipped through your lips at the feeling of your dick rubbing against Vergil’s torso. It didn’t hurt per se but it was extremely overwhelming. Your nails dug into his scales, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Seeming to notice your distress, the blue devil began to lightly lick and nip at your neck and throat. He took a long deep inhale of your scent, pressing his chest against yours, desiring to get closer to you than possible. As he exhaled, you felt his hot breath wash over you and tickle at your skin causing you to let out a restrained laugh.

With a hum, Vergil slowed slightly and took a moment to enjoy the closeness of your bodies. The feeling of your soft human skin against his scales made his gut twist. A distant hidden part of him felt an odd arousal from the idea of how fragile you were--how he could crush you instantly if he wanted; completely contradicting his main anxious mindset.

Moving your hand to his chest, you pushed him away, confusing Vergil for a moment, before you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. Lazy sloppy kisses caused him to let out a small moan, which intensified at the feeling of you repeatedly biting at his lower lip. His thrusts switched to a moderate pace as his fingertips kneaded against you. As you pulled away, he let out a disappointed huff, which was quickly replaced with a dark low gravely moan.

Despite not being able to break his hide, you leaned down and bit his neck; at a somewhat odd angle because of the horns that wrapped around to the front of his head. It is rare for Vergil to allow you to bite him, however, feeling you claim him--just as he did you--made his body ache. After a moment, you stopped and placed a soft kiss against him. You repeated the action on the other side of his neck, Once done, you trailed kisses along his neck to his throat and placed an elongated kiss against his Adam’s apple. Vergil let out a small grunt at the feeling and, when you tilted back, you were met with heavy half-lidded eyes.

The blue devil nudged you to expose your neck and placed his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing heavily, “I love you.”

Without allowing you to respond, he pushed your hips downwards and fucked into you as quickly as possible. A loud groan left your lips at the inhuman speed of Vergil’s cock and you grasped at whatever you could, causing Vergil to let out a surprised huffed moan at your unexpectedly rough touches. His claws left the new loving craters in your thighs and slid to your ass, pulling you apart.

Before you could question, your eyes went wide. The blue devil pushed his knot inside you, somewhat forcefully, as he let out a thunderous semi-whiney shaky moan. Once buried into you, his hands returned to your hips and his claws to the same holes as before.

You let out a whimpering moan as you hit another peak, feeling his cum gush inside you. He hadn’t disclosed anything about a knot or that he was going to use it inside you, but you weren’t complaining. It felt as if he’d been pent up for a year with how quickly and how much was being released.

It was both a painful and heavenly experience.

All the while, Vergil could only continue to repeat your name and whisper how much he loves you; almost as if he were begging for you to say it back, as if you weren’t already committed to him. With a soft kiss against his horn closest to your mouth, you whispered, “I love you,” which caused him to grind against you, attempting to further spear you than he had already.

Unsure what to do now you were stuck together, Vergil laid you back down and laid atop you. His wings were stretched out flat and his forearms were wrapped around your torso, across your shoulder blades. With his face directly down onto your chest, his eyes fluttered shut and he purred loudly. Although you wanted nothing to do but lie still, curiosity got the better of you, and you ran a hand along his horns which made him purr tenfold louder.

Admittedly, Vergil wanted to stay as you were, interlocked and him pinning you down; but he also wanted to patch you up. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; whether it was from fucking, cumming, or nerves was anyone’s guess. All you could do was lay there and take it while listening to his breathing and purring. The two of you stayed interwoven for nearly ten minutes, Vergil shifting several times in an attempt to remove himself.

Finally, he stopped twitching. He stood back up and carefully slid out which was accompanied by an audible pop and your hips quivering. Vergil’s chest heaved as he de-triggered. Beyond tired, he returned to the same position as before and laid against your chest.

“Vergil?” Your voice was raspy and very overtly worn out.

Without moving, he spoke against your skin, “Yes, my love?”

You placed a hand in his hair, running your fingers through the utterly disheveled white strands, “How do you feel?”

He quietly laughed, “I am calm, for now; if that is what you are asking.”

With a heavy exhale you hummed a sound of relief.

“How are you feeling?”

“Want me to be honest?”

“Mhm.”

“Like I was just in a category five hurricane.”

“I’m sorry,” he placed a kiss against your breastbone, “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

Lightly, you ran your fingers down his neck to his shoulder blades, sliding up his arm, “Help me get into the bath?”

Vergil smiled, “Of course, my dear,” he shifted upwards and placed a kiss against your lips, “Anything for my mate.”

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ENDING NOTES: Originally I had planned to also have Sin Trigger sex in this but I thought that would be a bit too much to digest from one story; plus “Bed of the Blue Devil” is entirely based on that aspect. Also between the teaser from yesterday (early this morning) and now; I found out that I have the ‘rona so… Life is really great--it’s just one thing after another, I finally wanna write and do stuff but now I’m exhausted and feel like someone beat my skull in with a sledgehammer 🦢💧🦢 Poem Quoted: “Love’s Philosophy” Percy Bysshe Shelley

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MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU.

pairings — pirate! hanma shuji x fem!reader.

genre — fluff, medium angst.

warnings — reader is the older sister of hinata and naoto, v*olence, pirate things, a bit of m*sogyny, soft s*x, c*rruption k*nk, enemies to lovers ish, plot twist at the end, a 5 year old kid and a 8 months old baby make an appearance, family problems, d*ddy issues, a br*astfeeding scene.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

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notes — eheheh it's finally here !!! it wasn't supposed to be this long, but i guess old habits die hard. also, the ending is kind linked to my other shuji's works, so give a look at my masterlist if you hadn't read them!!! also, this is a respost, since this app have something against me lmao.

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he thought kidnapping one of his worst enemies' daughter was a good idea.

but if captain shuji hanma knew how much of a brat you, lady y/n tachibana, would be, he would've killed your father in the spotlight instead of seeking revenge on him.

maybe he was even helping the high commander of the king's army by kidnapping you — your groans and sighs and short words were insufferable, but he couldn't just return you to your family. he wanted your father to suffer, your siblings and mother to weep over the thought of never seeing you again.

he wanted to destroy the tachibana family, and if that meant needing to deal with you, he would endure your bratty ways.

but your bitching was so, so infuriating. he wanted to put a tape on your mouth and never hear your voice ever again. it was irritating, and it made him want to pull his hair out of his scalp whenever you directed your attention to him — but what annoyed him the most was when you weren’t talking to him, using your sweet words to lure either keisuke or kazutora to pay attention to you instead of doing their work in the ship.

you were a siren, a siren surrounded by men ready to fall for her voice and trap.

tetta advised him to kidnap your younger sister, hinata, but shuji knew it was only because of his infatuation to the youngest tachibana lady — in a time that his family was favored by the king, you, him and your sister were childhood friends. but hanma knew that the middle child wasn’t as treasured as the oldest one or the heir, in case you and naoto. but he couldn’t kidnap the heir, too, since your brother had the best guards around his room.

you were the best choice, even though you trashed and squirmed around his hold when he was tying up the ropes around your flimsy nightgown and waiting for chifuyu to take some lady things from your dressing table. hanma shuji could be a kidnapper, a murderer and a thief, but he knew that nobody in his crew had womanly clothes or whatever ladies like to use to pamper themselves.

but if he knew you would look as amazing as you did wearing an old shirt that belonged to chifuyu, a red long skirt and your hair loose, without all the pompous hairstyles the ladies in the land were using, while flirting with his quartermaster, kazutora hanemiya, he would’ve kidnapped your brother.

“oi, kazutora!” his screamed for his mate, almost hearing the twitch in tetta’s eye by being interrupted by his captain while he was trying to discuss plans. “could you assist baji in sailing? i don’t think the winds are good today.”

he could hear, too, the roll of your eyes and pout, but if he needed to watch kazutora almost drooling at the sight of your tits, he would’ve more blood on his hands than necessary.

“yes, captain!” he heard kazutora screaming back, watching him placing a kiss on your knuckles before running to where keisuke was. he needed to stop having such thoughts about you, but it seemed that your spell managed to hit him, too. hanma would die before admitting that he wanted to be the one you flirted with, because he knew the extent of your hatred towards him. and the captain couldn’t do much, because you were right.

he was the one who took you away from your family and the luxurious life you had.

“you are hopeless.” he heard kisaki muttering, but his eyes were still glued to your form. you were now looking at the ocean, probably wondering how many miles away you were from land, and if your father’s men were now searching for you. hanma made sure that lord tachibana knew it was him who kidnapped his precious daughter, the future wife of lord wakasa. were you happy that he took you from the miserable life of marrying a man ten years older than you, that preferred to have whores at his side than a wife?

he gave his first mate one of his signature smiles. “what? don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for lady y/n.” shuji teased, knowing how much tetta wished it was your sister there rather than you.

“you know very well lady hinata was the best choice.”

“for who, my dear tetta? you or my vengeance?” shuji didn’t wait for the younger man to answer, starting to walk in your direction. plans would be discussed at dinner, while you were in your room sulking and not just a few meters away from where the captain and his second in command were. hanma knew you weren’t dumb, and when you were retrieved to the land, you shouldn’t know anything about his plans.

he was the most feared pirate of the seven seas, after all.

—

you only wished for a few moments of peace, after all, but capitan shuji hanma would never let you have it. “sunshine!” you heard his voice and you instinctively rolled your eyes — it was almost natural for you to rest that way whenever he was close, but hanma didn't to be bothered by your reactions.

“captain.” you said back, eyes trained in the horizon line.

you wondered if your father, or even lord wakasa, sent their man to search for you in the sea — you doubt it, of course, since lord wakasa seemed to want to marry any whore but not you, and the fact that you were your father's least favorite child. you didn't resent your siblings, not at all, but in more nights than you could count you went to sleep with wet cheeks, praying that any god who was willing to listen to you, to make your father look down with the same gentle eyes he did to hinata and naoto.

you felt his presence on your back, his arms caging you between his sturdy chest and the wood of his ship, your eyes now observing his hands — how sin and punishment were beautifully written in black ink, mixed with the pale green of his veins and the bloody red of his knuckles. you wondered if his hands seemed to be as warm as they looked to be, and you dreaded yourself for having such thoughts.

shuji hanma was everything that you shouldn't desire, yet, he was the embodiment of everything you ever wanted.

but you know what you were to him. you knew that all the flirtatious words, the subtle touches and the winks during dinner time were just a part of his revenge against your father. maybe he just wanted to be the first man you laid with and break your heart, and then return you to your family — as a disgrace.

your father would probably be overjoyed about such news, but you wouldn't be the one telling him that it would be better if he had kidnapped hinata.

“today we’ll stop at a city.” the news didn’t make you excited. you wouldn’t leave the ship, of course. you may have more freedom than the prisoners that your father dealt with, not needing to use chains or ropes around your body, being able to walk around freely in the ship’s deck, but you were still one — your chains were invisible, but you could feel them around your body. “i’ll give the boys a free night. they deserve it, don’t you think?” you only nodded, trying not to flush because of the way his lips touched your neck when he told you the news. “we’ll have the ship all for ourselves.”

that made you nervous.

what should you expect from that? hanma had always been as respectful as he could be, but he was always under the watchful eye of tetta kisaki, a boy you knew from childhood until your father discovered his parents to be traitors of the crown. king shinichiro and his queen were always kinder than they should've been, and you remembered how your mother rushed into your room in tears to announce the news for you and hinata — how kisaki’s parents died in a carriage accident, and the boy was nowhere to be found. it was a surprise to find him as one of your kidnappers, but you could understand why he wanted revenge on your family.

but he seemed to keep hanma in his shoes, and spending a whole night without him on the ship made you nervous.

“aren’t you happy, sunshine?” he asked, putting emphasis on his nickname for you. it used to bother you a lot when you first found yourself inside his ship, but it now brought uninvited butterflies to your stomach. you hoped they could all die with the acid you knew was inside you, but they seemed to revive every time the captain got closer to you. “because i am.” he finished with a kiss to your right cheek, getting away from you with a happy trot, shouting orders to his subordinates.

you didn’t dare look back to see his reactions, cheeks in flames as if he was prometheus and you were the first human to discover fire.

you should not, and you would not, fall in love with him.

—

night time arrived quicker than you would like, and it was quieter than normal, too.

you thought that at least one of the boys would be staying. tetta, probably, since you were aware that he didn’t enjoy “mundane” things, such as drinking his ass off and returning to a tavern with a whore hanging by his arm. he never expressed such out loud, but by the way he asked about your little sister was proof enough that he harboured some feelings for her — you would’ve found that cute, but she was already betrothed to lord takemichi, and they were pretty much in love. you envied her in such a way. lord wakasa never batted an eye at you when your father and him were discussing your marriage, and never answered any of the letters you sent him in the beginning.

you sighed, passing a hand on your face to get rid of such thoughts.

since no one was in the ship besides you and its captain, you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to lock yourself in your room and only go out when you heard more voices. shuji had the key to your chambers — which used to belong to him, once — and he could enter the room as he liked. and you were hungry, too, and you heard kazutora saying he brought fresh bread and some vegetables from his first trip to the land. the captain wasn’t the best cook, but it was better than nothing.

you found yourself making your way to the main deck, wearing only the nightgown they stole from your belongings, and a red blanket over your shoulders to protect your modesty and from preventing the wind from making you cold. it was some minutes past dinner time, and you found hanma exactly where you thought he was going to be — putting the table for both you, hair in a messy ponytail and wearing just plain clothing.

“oh, so the princess finally decided to join me?” he asked in a mocking tone, and you were surprised at how quickly he managed to sense your presence. you knew he was the best pirate in the seven seas, hearing stories about how him and his ship always meant doom whenever they stopped at — but you never thought he would have supernatural abilities too.

you scoffed. “i am no princess.” you stated, sitting comfortably in one of the two chairs the captain put on display. normally the table would be filled with chairs and laughter and hungry hands in search for food, but tonight it was only you two. it made everything seem more domestic, in a way, and you didn’t know if you liked it or not.

he smirked, putting the food he cooked on the table. it seemed to be a soup of vegetables and meat, and it had a good scent coming from it. “you’re far more beautiful than princess emma, after all.”

you cursed yourself for blushing from his words. “did you ever saw her to be speaking such nonsense?” you weren’t as close with the princess as your sister was, but she was kind enough to always spare some kind words in your direction and gift you with the most beautiful jewels and gowns you ever wore — sometimes you even missed them, but your time in the ship made you noticed how heavy they were, both physically and mentally.

“of course.” he replied while you handed him your plate, watching as the soup filled the stolen ceramic from your house. it wasn’t just you who were stolen — the boys made sure to ravage your family’s state, bringing all kinds of objects, such as ceramics to gold, so they could sell whenever they stopped in a city. “you’re way more beautiful than her, i can assure you.” he winked in your direction, sitting at the end of the table, in your diagonal.

“you are lying.” it was only what you could say before shoving his soup in your mouth, ending the matter.

hanma chuckled seeing your flustered state, eating calmly in comparison with you. “only if you could see yourself with my eyes, y/n.” you knew he only used your name when he was speaking seriously, and you averted your eyes to your food, not being able to hold the intensity of his gaze. it was the first time you were truly alone with him, without any of the boys surrounding you — without hanma being a captain, without the authority that always followed him like a lost puppy. he seemed different somehow, as if the light of the candle in the table and of the moon had a different effect on him.

you decided to say nothing, earning a chuckle in return, and you both finished eating in silence.

you helped the captain to clean the table, still getting used to performing household chores. as the daughter of a duke, you never needed to do anything, always with servants gushing over you and treating you as if you were made of glass — your time as a prisoner made you realize that you were stronger than you believed yourself to be, enjoying doing mundane tasks such as combing your own hair and helping the boys to make the meals.

after everything was cleaned, you found yourself sat again facing the captain of the valhalla ship, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and a set of cards on the table. “do you play?” he asked, his voice an octave lower, as if he was offering you the apple that eve ate.

you just shook your head. your father would never allow you to learn such an activity — it was only for the men, he used to say.

“do you want to learn? i’m not just the best captain of the seven seas, no. i’m also their best glamber.” you giggled at his dramatic ways, and shuji smiled at you — it was the first sincere smile he ever gave you, and you almost said he should smile more. it suited him, it made him look the age he was.

but his smile was pretty as a devil’s one should be.

“i do.” you answered, and his smile grew wider. he always noticed how you would look at him and the boys whenever they were playing, and shuji wondered if someday you would break the ladylike shell society made you grow around yourself.

maybe today was that day, after all.

it was almost like the devils were rolling their dice now, trying to pinpoint exactly when you would give up and give yourself to the man in front of you, while the angels rolled their eyes, knowing they lost another pure soul to the temptations of one of the devil’s spawn.

—

something changed in your relationship with the captain after that night when he taught you how to play cards, but you couldn't pinpoint what.

it seemed that you were more open to his touching, more open to his flirting — you found yourself spending all your "free" time on his company, his hands always in the small of your back or around your shoulders, as if he was claiming you as his to all the other boys in the ship. it was almost pleasant having someone wanting you that much, so pleasant that you even forgot that he was probably doing that just to return you back to your father not as a maiden anymore, pregnant with his bastard child and an empty promise of seeing him again.

but even if he did that, you couldn't care less.

shuji treated you as if you were the most precious gem he ever saw, and it was good — good to be wanted, good to be cared for, good to be heard. it was as if you became the queen of the ship, all the boys knowing that you were off limits now, and a friendship was the only thing they would be able to pursue with you. and they did, and you found on kazutora the friend you've always wanted while growing up.

you told him everything, even your feelings for hanma. it was relieving being able to tell every single thing you felt for the captain, your head resting on kazutora's lap while you poured your heart out. he only chuckled, stroking your hair. it was one of the times you managed to be without shuji trailing behind your skirts, but as soon as you heard his voice calling for you, you were on your feet, promising to kazutora that you would finish your rant after dinner.

but you never did, because you were once again in shuji's company, laughing and smiling as if you were a little girl.

besides playing cards, the captain also taught you a lot of skills you would never dream of having before — such as fishing, shooting and even what parts of he body was better to kill a man. alongside that, you also grew into the role of the only woman in the ship, sewing the boys’ clothes, making sure they were eating well and drinking water, as well as learning how to cook some things that the ship’s cook didn’t know how to.

however, as much as you liked to pretend your life was a field of fresh roses, the reality that you were just a tool for shuji to accomplish his revenge became a harsh reality.

it was a warm night the day you decided to pry in the boys’ meeting. you were forbidden to participate — even if someone never expressed such a prohibition out loud, but just the fact they did the meetings when you were sleeping was enough for you — but as a curious person, you needed to know at least something. it would be easier than sneaking into one of your father’s meetings, as you just needed to leave your room and stay hidden behind a drinking water barrel.

but you wished you had stayed there, with your imagination.

at first, they only discussed pirate things — such as what lands to invade, where it was better to stop the ship and have a peaceful night, how they would divide the gold they’ve stolen from the last stop. until a curious question popped up. “do you think you are close to accomplishing your mission, captain?” tetta was the one who asked, and you had a feeling he knew that you were listening to their chat.

you could hear the confusion on hanma’s voice, almost. “why do you ask, tetta?”

all the boys were silent, and you were sure they could hear how fast and loud your heart was beating inside your ribcage, waiting for hanma’s answer. “just wanted to know. i do not know when we will be able to stop at the kingdom again.”

“that makes sense.” shuji answered, and you clutched the fabric of your nightgown. “hopefully soon, then. i think just some more weeks until y/n open her legs for me, then we can deliver her back to her father.”

tears soon blurred your vision, and you bite down on your lip to stop the sobs that were threatening to escape your mouth. deep down, you knew that shuji would never love you like you loved him — his first love was the sea, and she would always have his heart intrinsically intertwined on her hands. you had lost that fight, and you wondered if that was something that you had chances of winning.

you tried to pretend you didn’t know anything, but it was difficult. you tried to put a bit of distance between you and him, but it wasn’t easy. hanma was always in your company, treating you as if he wasn’t just doing that so he could get revenge on your father for god’s knows why, and you needed to pretend your heart didn’t break even more every time he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. your only solace was kazutora’s friendship and the bit of peace you had at night.

your days passed like that, until you kissed him.

it wasn’t something you were expecting, only three days after you listened to the boys’ meeting. you thought he would wait a bit more to make his move on you, enjoying the gentlemanly way of “courting” you — you didn’t know his past, but it seemed that he had some influence of the aristocracy on his uprising, due the way he was treating you. it was bolder than the men you were used to, only gentle smiles and some gifts every time they visited. shuji, however, touched you freely, but always managed to have a small gift for you everyday.

though he never expected to have the same knife he gifted you pressed against his throat.

old habits die hard, but maybe he had teased you a little too much. he didn’t mean it when he called you “a spoiled papa’s little princess”, but that seemed to ignite inside you a fire he never saw before. your body was caged between his chest and the ship’s prow, wind messing your hair and eyes shining with a fierceness that seemed that you both were the most hated enemies. he wasn’t no better, with his gun pressed to your temple and a smirk on his lips — his gun wasn’t loaded, of course, but the pressure of the knife on his throat was making him pant with something he hasn’t felt in a while.

desire. luxury.

“can’t handle a bit of teasing, sunshine?” he whispered against your lips, almost touching — but he wanted you to be the first one to give in, and, by your state you were really close to finally doing something he only dreamed about. if things were different and you weren’t a lady, you would already be on his bed, legs over his shoulders and his cock buried inside your cunt.

you rolled your eyes, applying more pressure to the knife. you didn’t know what prompted you to react that way — maybe the thought of you actually not being treated amorously by your father as he hinted, or maybe the fact that it had been almost two months inside the ship and nobody went to look for you. kazutora told you that you had no ‘missing person’ poster on the streets, just a drawing of shuji labelled as a pirate and a thief. “you are insufferable.”

“but you love it.” he replied quickly and you groaned, letting the knife fall from your grip so you could cup his face between your hands and press your lips to his.

shuji didn’t hesitate a second to wrap his arms around your form, gun long forgotten on the ground alongside your knife, his hands squeezing and groping your skin, reading you as if you were a poem he wanted to memorize. the kiss was messy and desperate, as if your mouths were fighting each other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. his taste was addicting, just like a drug, and you wondered if it wasn’t because of all the cigarettes he smoked when he was bored — but you couldn't get enough of him, and you wished the gods would make you and him become one person.

but the spell was broken as soon as shuji broke the kiss, his mouth latching itself to your neck and his leg coming between your thighs.

he had you exactly where he wanted, didn’t he? exactly where he needed to get his revenge on your father. at first, you thought you didn’t care if he managed to have what he wanted and leave you in the dirty — but now? now that your feelings for him were so much deeper and stronger than when you first had such a thought? now that you were so used to living on a ship, that you were sure you couldn’t ever be the lady of the household again?

now that you couldn’t phantom the idea of living without shuji at your side, even if you knew he didn’t love you?

you snapped from your thoughts when he bit hard on your neck, something you knew it would leave a bruise on. you weren’t as strong as him, but just a faint push from your hands made him take a few steps from you, a dejected puppy look on his face. “y/n?” he asked, voice small, as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes.

but deep down, he knew what it was.

you still had a prejudiced vision of him. you couldn’t believe that shuji was doing that because he loved you, but because of his revenge — which was the least thing inside his mind, now. what would be the best revenge for your father than making you his wife and happy at his side? not returning you pregnant to the kingdom anymore, but having you pregnant with him now, raising a small child at his side and exploring the seas.

he thought he had given you all the signs to show how serious he was about you, but maybe it wasn’t enough. would he ever be enough for you? probably not, as he was no fancy lord, but he still could dream of being happy at your side.

“i will not let you use me for your sick revenge against my father.” was what you said before you stormed off, going down to your chambers. he couldn’t follow you there, because you would never open the door for him again, and hanma never felt his heart so heavy before — was that the pain of heartbreak? it was too much, as if he had a beast inside his guts from inside out.

but how did you know he was — really was, because he had dropped such an idea as soon as he saw himself thinking about you more than he should have — trying to use you against your father? was it too obvious?

but just by looking at tetta’s eyes, he knew what happened.

he kicked the wood before him, cursing in pain, both physically and mentally. what was he supposed to do? shuji never felt such strong feelings towards someone as the one he held for you, and he was lost. he never loved someone like he loved, only used to fuck and leave the whores in their brothels, or the low-born ladies in their houses, and never thinking about them again. it was so easier before — he was a man married to the sea first, he could never allow himself to get attached to someone who could never think about living in the sea in the first place. but you were getting used to it, and he thought…

shuji really thought you were the one.

but he was the one to blame for everything, and now he didn’t know what to do to fix his own mistakes.

—

you stayed locked in your room all day.

even though your stomach was rumbling with hunger, you didn’t have the strength to leave the four walls that protected you even more from heartbreak. it was foolish and you knew that, because in some moment you would need to face the harsh reality of your foolishness, but you preferred to ignore your own health than to face shuji again.

every time you thought about leaving your room, not hearing any footsteps or voices near the room’s corridor,you heard his voice — softly pleading that you left your room, because you needed to eat and maybe you two could talk. you didn’t even need to look at him, he said after a while, just accept the food he made for you. but shuji was met with silence and the faint sound of your sobs, of course, because you didn’t know if you would ever be able to look at him again without feeling the most painful pain you ever did in your life.

it was something ugly and blue, something that you never found describe in the romance books you once read — it was tearing apart your heart in paper cuts, as if shuji was using the knife he gave you to make them on you.

you didn’t know how many hours you spent crying, or how you did manage to sleep through your tears, but you woke up hearing gunshots and screams above you. tetta and shuji, and even kazutora, always told you that you should stay in your chambers whenever they were under attack — even if that never happened in your almost six months time in the ship — but what the enemies were screaming got your attention.

“lord masato tachibana is ordering the return of all his stolen property or your head, captain hanma!”

masato tachibana was your father. were their men there to rescue you, too?

you should try your luck. you would never be able to live happily now, not after having the biggest heartbreak someone could have, but everything was better than to live seeing hanma and knowing what he wanted to do with you. maybe you could even find happiness with lord wakasa, a man that you didn’t love and could never — because he didn’t have black and blond hair and amber eyes, and his name wasn’t shuji hanma.

but it was better than to have to look at his amber eyes and know the love in them was just a lie.

the ship was shaking from the battle and from the pouring rain that was cursing such a situation, but you still managed to climb to the deck, eyes scanning the battle in front of you. the boys were fiercely fighting against your father’s men, sword against sword, sometimes a gun there. curses were being shot by both parties, and you noticed that baji was bleeding on your stomach area. even though you were worried about him, your eyes quickly scanned once more the deck, finding hanma fighting a man you knew very well who he was — one of your father's most trusted advisors, lord rintaro.

you knew it would be difficult to reach them, but you could try — what harm could happen if you treated something that was once heaven to you, for hell?

“lord rintaro!” you screamed from where you were, gaining the attention of those who were close to you. they stopped fighting, recognizing you even though you were soaking wet. “it is me, lady y/n!” you noticed how hanma froze in his place, eyes pleading for you to shut up and return to your chambers. but he didn’t have such a right anymore, not when the only thing he could think about was using you.

you rushed to where they were, trying to avoid the still fighting men as best as you could. you received a few cuts and slaps, but you didn’t care — rintato and shuji were still fighting, but it seemed like hanma had lost his spark. when your eyes first landed on him, he was fighting like you always heard him to be: skilled and dangerous, his movements always a surprise to his opponent. but now, it seemed as if he had given up, and your heart almost broke in half again seeing your father’s advisor managing to stab him on his shoulder.

shuji fell on the ground exactly when you arrived where he was. that was it, he thought, that would be the last time he would ever see you. he was ready to die — he couldn't bear the idea of you marrying a man that didn’t love like he did, bear the thought of never seeing you again. his plan had backfired, after all.

your father managed to make his life even more miserable.

“lord rintaro!” you pleaded, putting your body in front of him and the older man. “do not hurt him even more. he might have kidnapped me, but captain hanma was always kind to me.” how could you still be like that? shuji expected you to order his death as soon as you had the opportunity, but you still pleaded for his life.

but the lord just sneered. “why would i listen to a bastard’s words?” he spat, and you froze in your place, hearting falling to your stomach. what was he saying? “the captain here did a favor to lord masato, getting rid of his wife’s bastard and, for that, he asked me to give him a peaceful death.”

that couldn't be true, could it? lord rintaro was just making up lies, lies for making it easier for you the fact that your father didn’t want you back — but, if you thought about your childhood and the way your father treated you, it made sense. you didn’t look like him or even like your mother, like naoto and hinata, and she always said that you resembled your great-grandmother. you never paid much attention to that, because not looking like them never bothered you, but your siblings were always more loved than you, by both parents. you didn't have the prestige an older sister was supposed to have in your family, such things always destined to hinata, and your needs were always pushed back. even your marriage proposal was something chosen to humiliate you.

you never tried to understand why, but it now made sense. your whole life was a lie, and you didn’t know what hurt the most — the fact that your family wasn’t your family, or the fact that you weren’t loved by your parents because of something that wasn’t your fault.

while you dwelled in your thoughts, you didn’t notice lord rintaro taking his gun from his belt, only noticing the gravity of the situation when its barrel was pressed against your forehead. “we were never here to rescue you, foolish woman.” he explained, a sinister smile on his face. the rain made it difficult for you to hear or see what was happening around you, but at least you would die surrounded by people that cared for you. “i will be granted with the highest honors by killing such a disgrace as you. he gave you a sinister smile. “or i can make you my personal whore, what do you think, captain?” he put pressure on the gun’s barrel, the act bringing you back to reality once more.

you whimpered, closing your eyes, accepting your death with open arms — it was the best option. what was there for you to have now? you didn’t have a family anymore, the man you loved only wanted to use you as a tool, and now you weren’t even useful to him.

maybe it was better to die.

you heard a gunshot and you opened your eyes, seeing the blood coming from rintaro’s head. you burst into tears, shuji’s arms around your form as soon as the first tear fell down your cheeks, his voice screaming instructions to his men. you just stood there, limp around his warmth, feeling his blood staining your blouse until he held your face between his hands.

shuji’s heart broke even more seeing the emptiness of your eyes. but before he could say anything to soothe your pain, your hands gripped his forearms. “you are hurt.” it’s what you said, tugging him to follow you.

and he did, not before spatting at the man you called rintaro.

—

shuji didn't know how you managed to bring him to your chambers, with all the fighting still going up on the deck. he ordered the boys to kill every single one of your father's men and then take everything of value from their ship, before sinking it. everyone was up and well, despite some blood stains his eyes managed to see through the pouring rain.

it was almost like he blinked and he was inside the safety of the room that once belonged to him, your smaller hands pushing him to sit on the bed, despite the fact he was drenched and would wet the mattress and the blankets. he watched your form while you took the few medical supplies you had — the ship would need to stop at a city so he could get proper treatment, but you learned some things that could be useful.

“can you take your shirt off, captain?” it hurt not being called by his given name, or even surname by you, but he thought he deserved that. he would miss your honey dripping voice calling his name so beautifully, as if by just muttering some syllables you were the salvation he always desired. but because of him your life did a 180 degrees turn, and for the worst, so he would never blame you if you could never call him that again. even not in his wildest dreams he would imagine that you were a bastard, and not the firstborn child of lord and lady tachibana.

but that didn't change anything. shuji's heart would always beat for you, and only for you.

he nodded, opening the last buttons of his white shirt, wincing when the fabric was lifted from his skin, and he could see the worry shining on your eyes. it was better than the empty look they carried when that lord gave you the news about your true heritage — hanma would do anything to not see such a thing in your eyes again. they were always full of life and kindness, a contrast with his own amber pair.

as soon as he discarded his shirt on the floor, you started your work, soft hands pouring alcohol on his skin and cleaning the wound.

but shuji could tell that you were doing everything you could to not break in tears and sobs.

he encircled one of his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his, resting his head on your chest. it was the closest of a hug he could give you at the moment. “it’s alright, sunshine. you can cry around me.” he tried to console you, but he never knew such a thing. his parents were taken away from him too quickly, yes, but they were still his parents. he could never imagine that his father wasn't his own father, that his siblings weren’t his full siblings.

“i do not want to cry for something that was never my fault.” you replied, softly, voice not above a whisper. your hands were still treating his wound, cleaning and applying pressure to make sure the bleeding would stop. shuji hummed, and it was what you needed to let some tears fall from your eyes. he seemed to notice the slight shake of your body, embracing you even harder, free hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. you head fell into his hair, and you closed your eyes.

he didn’t urge you to say anything, respecting your time.

“i am… i am so a-angry, shuji.” you managed to say through sobs, lifting your head from his hair to not soak it even more. you found his amber eyes already looking at you. “my father treated me horribly.” you admitted, finishing tieing a cloth around his shoulder. it was the best you could make before he visited a doctor. as soon as his right arm was free, he wrapped it around your middle, bringing you to rest on his lap. it was the most intimate you have been with a man, especially one who was shirtless, but you weren’t a lady anymore — you didn’t need to have any scruples. “i never understood why. my sis— hinata, she was always the apple of his eye. always getting the best things, the best opportunities. she was a better option to kidnap than me.” you tried to smile at him, but shuji could see all the pain you always carried with yourself.

he shook his head in denial. “no, never. she would be the best option for tetta, but for me?” punishment came to rest on your jaw, holding it so he could look at your glossy eyes. “i always knew you were the best. the best for me, sunshine.”

shuji smirked when he noticed the way your eyes travelled to his lips then to his eyes again, but before he could claim what was his once more, it seemed that you had more to speak. “you will not be able to achieve your revenge using me, shuji. you did lord masato a favor for kidnapping his wife’s bastard.” just by the way that you know spoke so lowly of yourself, shuji knew his revenge had changed. he would kill the one you once called father, and he didn’t care for the consequences.

“i’ve given up on such an idea as soon as you smiled at me, princess.” he admitted, chuckling when your eyes widened. “you heard tetta’s question in the last meeting, didn’t you?” you sheepishly nodded, trying to avert your eyes to anywhere but him, but hanma’s hand on your jaw didn’t let you look at anything else. “i can guarantee you that i didn’t want to do it anymore. use you, i mean, because the revenge plan will have some modifications now.” he stroked your cheek while you nodded and he thought it was his cue to kiss you, but as soon as he ducked his head to get closer to yours, you put a finger on his lips.

shuji groaned while you giggled.

“but why? why do you want revenge on the tachibanas?”

it was a question that troubled you since he kidnapped you for the first time, but if he wasn’t comfortable saying his reasons now, you would respect him. revenge was something that always had ulterior motives, and you knew it wasn’t just because your father deemed shuji and the valhalla crew as traitors of the kingdom — his revenge had roots deeper than that, and you knew just by the ways he used to achieve it.

“your father— i mean, lord masato, killed my parents. as well as tetta’s, too.” he confessed, punishment letting go of your jaw so he could nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. they were painful memories, memories that he wished he never needed to go through. your hand soon found his hair. “my father was a rising knight, a good friend of king makoto.” you have all your answers now. you knew how lord masato did everything in his reach to achieve what he wanted — killing someone was the least that you knew he was capable of.

“i am sorry, shuji.”

he had cried all his tears when he was just a little boy, but your kind words and hands on his hair was enough to bring a few more to his eyes. it was a sensation that he hadn’t felt in so long, the burning and itching in his eyes — he even used to joke about how his tear ducts were broken and dry, now. but he knew he wasn’t just crying because of his parents, far from it.

shuji thought you were going to leave him, and he couldn’t think of such an immeasurable pain as that.

he felt your lips kissing the crown of his head and he let out a breathy laugh. “if… if that man was there to take you back to your family, would you say yes?” he knew the answer — of course you would say yes, especially after what transpired between you two in the morning.

“i do not know.” you answered, hands find their place to rest on his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “i just know that i would be miserable without you. you broke my heart, shuji, but it’s still yours.” you confessed and he lifted his head, looking at you with big and glossy golden eyes. he looked like a puppy, a dejected puppy that was searching for someone to take him. “and i do not think i am still suitable to be a lady of a household. the sea welcomed me like no one else did.”

the smile he gave you could rival the stars that shined in the sky when the moon decided to grace the earth, and you were so lucky — because that smile was for you.

“what would you say if we stopped at the nearest city and i find a priest to marry us?”

you felt your cheeks heating up. “first you need to find a doctor, because i will not marry a man that can die from a wound that easily.” you giggled when he pouted, softly pressing your lips against his. but hanma was a wild card and you knew it, and despite an injured shoulder, he managed to put under him on the mattress, hovering over you with a boyish grin on his face.

“are you saying you’ll marry me, then?” he asked, eyes shimmering with hope and love — and lust too, as far as you could tell. you were still soaked, white shirt now not hiding anything from his hungry eyes. his wandering hand grazed over one of your nipples, touch as soft as a ghost, and you whimpered. “what do you say, sunshine? i’ll only continue depending on your answer.”

“gods above, shuji. do you think i would say no? i have always been yours. ” you replied, hands bringing him closer to your face so you could kiss him. you felt him smirking, sin — the hand on the side that was hurt — already undoing the buttons of your blouse.

as soon as your chest was exposed to him you felt the urge to cover yourself, shame already dancing inside your mind. what if that was still his plan? what if the fact that you were a bastard didn’t change anything? he could send you back to your family either way, because nobody, except lord masato and your mother, knew about your true heritage. but his words soothed all the poisoned thoughts in your head. “are you sure you want to do this, princess? we’ll be married by tomorrow night, i can wait.”

you could wait as well, but the unfamiliar ache between your legs and the desire to be his in ways nobody else was, spoke louder. “please, shuji.” you whispered against his lips, pressing butterfly kisses to his cheekbones. “make me yours now.”

it was all he needed to hear. as soon as the last syllable left your lips his head travelled south, pressing kisses and sucking in your untouched skin — the thought of being the first to see you like that made shuji’s cock heavier inside his pants, but he wanted to take his time with you before indulging on his desires.

and he did. oh, how he did.

he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from you, first using his fingers and then his tongue. by the time he buried his cock inside your warm cunt, you were already a babbling and drooling mess because of him. shuji tried to be slow and soft with you, trying to be considerate because that was your first time being so intimate with a man, and it was the best choice he had — he was used to being rough and fast with the whores he had slept with before, and he never knew what he was missing from having such an intimate moment with someone he loved. the soft praises, the touches of your shaking hands, the pleasure dancing in your eyes. he would murder everyone with two walking legs if another person saw you like that, if your loving hands touched another person as you were doing with him.

shuji finished the night filling your womb with his cum twice, despite his aching shoulder — but he couldn’t stop himself. not when you asked so nicely if he could finish inside you, or how good your walls were sucking him up. your cunt was the best his cock had ever experienced, and he knew you had ruined him for anyone else.

as if he would need them now.

he cleaned you up as best as he could, not used to after care, making sure to change the blankets of the mattress, lighting the fire inside the room and changing your clothes. as much as he wanted to cuddle you until you both fell asleep together, he still had his duties as a captain to fulfill — he needed to see if his boys were alright, and what treasures they would have after plunder lord masato’s ship.

shuji left with a kiss on your forehead and the promise of coming back to your arms as soon as he could.

despite your sleepy foggy brain, you still could hear the boys’ cheers when he told them the news of your marriage.

—

“that’s how mama and papa met, sweetheart.” you finished the story with a smile, your daughter jumping in your lap as soon as the words left your lips.

shinobu glanced at you with her big blue-green eyes, a puzzled look on her face. “mama, this doesn’t make sense.” she said accusatively, her small arms gripping your shirt. “papa isn’t a pirate, and you don’t have a sister! where was uncle chifuyu in the story?” she pouted at the absence of her dear uncle on her bedtime story, and you controlled yourself to not squeeze her.

but you could never tell her how you and shuji met. it wasn’t a beautiful story — you had lost your first love two months before, still grieving about his premature death when you first found sitting in the stairs of a church in the last hours of christmas. someday she would know the truth, she would know why her mama had a photo of her, her uncle and an unfamiliar man on her bedside, why she was always sad on halloween. but not at five years old.

“who said papa wasn’t a pirate, shin?” you teased her, kissing her cheeks before picking her up from the ground. “and as for mama’s family in the story, don’t worry, okay? they aren’t real.” they were, of course, but your daughter also didn’t need to know that they were one of your best friends and her brother, both now dead, alongside her father. it was purely for the love story you were telling her — because you didn’t know if you could portray your relationship with your brother without bursting into tears.

mikey was dead, yes, but that won’t ever ease the pain in your chest, the emptiness you felt whenever you remembered you were a big sister without a little brother.

you tucked your daughter under her blankets, whispering a song that your mother used to sing to you and chifuyu whenever you two were giving her a hard time going to sleep, watching as she fought with sleep. you almost giggled at how she was doing everything to not close her eyes, but shinobu gave up as soon as your hand started to caress her black and blonde locks — a courtesy of her father, who bleached her hair when she was just four and never asked yo go back to her natural color —, eyes closing at the same time you gave her a forehead kiss.

you stayed a few more minutes watching her sleeping form, leaving her room as silently as you could.

you smiled hearing the faint sound of your favorite music playing down the hall, walking towards your son’s room.

you opened the door, poking your head inside it, your smile growing bigger at the same time you acknowledge what was happening — a shirtless shuji was in the middle of the room, holding his eight-month-old son while he danced with him at the tune of your favorite song, punishment rubbing circles on the little boy’s back. it seemed that chifuyu had the same problem as his older sister, always fighting with sleep. you could see he was tired, but the giggles leaving his mouth were still loud and lively.

“look who’s here!” shuji exclaimed, turning his body towards your direction. chifuyu started to make grabby hands as soon as he noticed his mama was inside his room, and you promptly picked him up, nuzzling his small body on your chest, while shuji’s arms encircled your waist.

he kissed your cheek tenderly, rocking you back and forth, to see this action could make his son sleep. “i think he’s hungry.” you whispered, putting the strap of your nightgown down and freeing one of your breasts to feed your youngest son.

shuji watched with loving eyes the scene in front of him, pressing soft kisses to your skin while chifuyu finished his midnight snack. as soon as he burped, the little boy was already fast asleep in your arms. “i can do everything for him, but unfortunately i can’t give him milk from my boobs.” you giggled as you passed your son to his dad’s arms, adjusting your nightgown back to its place.

you and shuji kissed chifuyu’s forehead before closing the door of his room.

“a pirate, huh?” your husband teased you, his hands back again at your waist and his head nuzzled on the crook of your neck while you tried to walk to your shared room with him.

“you were listening to shin’s bedtime story?” you asked, dumbfounded, wigrilling away from his touch.

shuji chuckled. “you are always so creative. this one was my favorite, princess.”

you groaned, dodging his arms that were trying to hold you once more. you weren’t embarrassed, but sometimes you didn’t want to hear the stories you came up with to make shinobu entertained before sleep graced her. you and shuji had been king and maid, mermaid and prince, and now lady and pirate. it was hard having an imperative five-year-old in your home.

“oh?” you asked, allowing your husband’s warmth to engulf you. “think you can make me feel the pleasure lady y/n had when she and captain shuji had their first time together?” you teased, kissing his jaw silently.

shuji only smirked. “you don't need to ask, princess.”

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