Book of V

Repaying his Debt

Synopsis: 

After the events of DMC5, V finds himself indebted to you after you risked your life to help him. Now that he is his own being, he is determined to pay you back. With interest of course.

Warnings:

Smut! afab!reader, Oral, vaginal, dirty talk. Seriously, I try to imagine V's voice saying these things to you. Do it. You won't.

During the month you stayed in Redgrave to protect the dwindling population, V went back and forth between your camp and God knows where else. He'd stay for days at a time before fucking off somewhere claiming he was conducting research on Urizen. Only returning to your camp when he needed a shower, a hot meal, and good rest.

In that time you became fond of one another. He grew a fondness for you which led to the two of you being protective of one another. You watched his back and he watched yours with either of you having to ask. A small, unspoken bond was formed.

You played a much bigger part in V's journey than be ever anticipated. For that, he was grateful. Though his attraction to you always lingered, he never acted on it. Believing it was just a byproduct of your caring nature, he ignored his feelings in favor of a friendly relationship.

You, however, were making it very hard for him to keep his composure. After V crawled out of Hell and stumbled back to earth, he began living with you. Similar to how things were before, he'd come and go as he pleased. You helped him adjust to a new life and once again he found himself at your mercy. You were so kind and patient with him. You made his heart flutter in a way he'd never felt before. He wanted to someone pay you back for everything. Everything you've ever done for him.

He feels indebted to you. He owes you something in return for all your hard work. How he could pay you back, however, has been lost to him. If the opportunity to care for you ever fell into his lap he would take it without a second thought, but it rarely came. And when it did he never felt it was enough.

One night he returns to your shared home just before dinner. There you are, standing in the kitchen going about your work. His breath hitches in his throat. Your clothes...you're hardly wearing anything. This summer was a particularly hot one and it isn't like he's seen you scantily clad before it's just...tonight has him in a particular mood and you, well. You just tipped him over the edge. You turn your head to greet him with a tired smile. You look worn out, exhausted. He approaches you.

"You look tired." He comments as you watch him. He stops at the entrance to the kitchen to lean against the wall and watch you. You shrug.

"Just a bit." You brush him off and look back at your work.

"You should rest." He hummed as he slowly stepped forward. His footsteps were silent, preventing you from hearing them. You didn't realize how close he was until you turned. Your eyes went wide at the sudden realization he is mere inches away. He grows closer, his eyes watching yours with intent.

"I...will..." you spoke. Your cheeks began to burn, your breathing uneasy and nervous, sweat tickled the back of your neck. He was so close, and he towered over you. You looked up at him with a pair of big, enchanted eyes. A devilish smile slowly stretched across his face as a hand rose to yours. His palm cupping your cheek to keep your gaze.