~ A Devil May Cry 5 X Reader Collection set in different Alternate Universes.
~ Currently taking requests.
~ Devil May Cry 5 and its characters belong to Capcom.
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There, you felt it once more. His little, butterfly kisses on your neck down to your arms, then to your hand. You felt your lover's touch as he softly took your hand in his, cupped them with his huge hands, and pressed more kisses in it, his warm and supple lips finally and successfully summoning you back to this world from the land of dreams where you honestly wanted to stay for a bit longer.
Your eyelids fluttered open, your dainty head turned towards him. Even in the darkness, you could feel the weight and gravity of his silver - eyed stare, as if that alone could see through your soul, and see through every bit of emotion you've been trying so hard to hide from him.
But, of course, he knew every bit of you. He knew the rhythm of your breathing, both awake and asleep. He memorized the way you walked, the bounce in it, and the way you would accidentally trip sometimes. He remembered the way you smiled at him and the people around you and how this made them cheer up, even a little. And most importantly, he loved the way you sounded in his overly - sensitive ear.
Oh, how he missed that lovely voice of yours, how it captivated him when you laugh, how it captured him when you talk to him,...
... how it hypnotized him when you moan his name whenever he made love to you.
He missed you, his dear beloved angel, so, so much.
Everything was silent, and the only thing that you could hear was the soft rustle of the sheets beneath the two of you.
That, and the sound of his breathing.
However, he could hear more. Your soft movements as you laid on your back to face him, your little gasp as he positioned himself on top of you, and your heartbeat. Yes, your heartbeat,...
... and how it's rhythm changed when he finally showed you the thing he has been holding onto and hiding from you behind his back.
Your eyes widened, your breathing hitched. On one of his hands, he held a single stem of a white rose, illuminated by the moonlight outside the window.
It was oh, so quiet,...
However, he could hear everything.
How your sweet, surprised voice sounded when he gently laid the fragrant flower on top of your little nose. How your breathing sounded at the way the rose glided from your nose, to your tear - stained cheeks, and down to your soft lips, its petals against your skin making the softest noise that a normal human would never hear. How you tried to stifle a moan when he slowly dragged the flower down to your chin and to your chest. How angelic you sounded when his lips finally descended upon yours in a very passionate, yet gentle, kiss as the flower remained on your nipple.
Yes, he could hear it. Every sweet and sensual sound of you. He could hear it.
And oh! How it hypnotized him! How it drugged his senses! How your voice alone magnetized his whole body to yours as he closed the distance between the two of you, not letting even a little space to keep you apart.
Despite that, he still couldn't completely erase the sound of your sobs from his mind. How it broke his heart, how it bothered him.
How it disturbed him to know that something was destroying you from deep within.
He wanted to banish this agonizing feeling! He wanted to destroy this thing that's silently crushing you.
He will bring back the happiness you lost, at all cost.
And he will start with this rose he held in his hand.
The whole world remain silent, save for the woman he loved and the sounds she made.
Oh, how he cherished the ahhs as the rose glided against your smooth skin. How he treasured the ohhs as the flower travelled between your legs.
How he loved the sound of his name on your lips when he placed the single stem of rose on your palm, keeping it locked there between his hand and yours as he claimed you once more as his!
The sound of your voice, as always, was too much for him. He couldn't believe that an angel such as yourself would fall in love with someone like him, tainted, dark, and full of sin. But, knowing that he made you feel like this, made you forget your troubles, even for a short while, and made you say his name like that once more,...
It was simply,… too much for him.
And as he heard the sweet sounds of his beloved once more, he couldn't help but tear up a little as his own emotions started to flood his chest.
The sound of clashing flesh, the feeling of your warm skin against his,...
... the angelic sounds of his beloved that penetrated, not only the silence of the room, but the darkness of his whole existence, as well.
You're,... everything to him. And he would not let anything destroy you like that ever again. He will keep you safe from all these painful emotions, he will shield you from all the sadness, he will protect you from all of your demons,...
... he will do all these for you for as long as he lived,...
... until the end of time.
Chests heaving, bodies sated, two hands still holding onto the rose of the early dawn,...
He saw how your eyes glanced up at his, how they were damp with those tears, not of sadness, but of pure bliss, how you smiled oh so sweetly at him.
And then, right then and there, he was blessed with the sweetest and holiest sound he has ever heard.
