#belphegor x reader

“We just want a taste of ya, darlin…”

One of them lifts your chin, aligning his gaze with you. The other tugs your top to slowly peel off your body. Becoming drunk from their warm touch, you ultimately gave in, hurriedly stripping away the clothes that remained. The devils’ eyes shone bright, smiles curved wide. It was pointless attempting to escape the bunnies as you were being guided over to the comfy nest.

Pinned beneath them, you sense their licking and biting trail along your skin. Even your sensitive areas were being played with. Your body began to feel like melting putty, soft voice wincing at their teases.

“Heheh, those lil’ sounds ya make are adorable,” one of the Belphies kisses your neck.

The other couldn’t agree more, “Mhm, keep cryin’ fer me…”

You don’t resist nor complain. You were completely drowned in endless passion, allowing them to pleasure as they wish. In the meantime, the bunnies would soon take both ends of you. Belphegor, dressed in fluffy white, lubricates your exposed pussy with his tongue. The other, adorned in tight, black leather, guides your mouth to stimulate his cock. He pets your strands and compliments how it feels.

“Sigh, such a good kitty. You’ve been waitin’ to drink my milk, huh?”

“Since when did he think of me as a cat all of a sudden?”

The question itself wasn’t important since you were too busy pumping him for his seed. You were halfway into catching your own release while Belphegor’s tongue buried itself in. Too bad he ripped it away before making you come. Your muffling sounds quivered the reverse bunny’s shaft to spurt out his so-called “milk.”

“Hah- Ahh, fuck,” he steadily set himself on his knees with your mouth still intact, “Looks like someone’s a lil’ feisty.”

The bunny in white elevates himself to unfasten his pajamas. It slides down Belphie’s body, tats and piercings exposed in all his glory.

“I ain’t dealin’ with this heat, fuck…”

He strokes his shaft and sinks it through your lubed folds. Not long after, they both fuck your insides quick and rough. They acted like a rut was begging to be freed. Handling a prey’s heat would be far more exciting than eating alone. The devil in front lightly strangles your throat, making sure his piercings fully rub against you.

Your faint mewls were overtaken by the sounds of panting and groaning. Nails claw into your delicate skin. Such an arrangement could proceed for hours on end. They kept at it until they reached the point of squirting from within, moving nonstop. Even when they came early, the dominant bunnies’ hunger was far from over.

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Based on Belphegor’s Reverse Bunny mini illustration, I had to write this one bad 💙💙💙

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You were always the first to move. Teasing him and bouncing on his cock while Belphegor watches, eyes in pure glee. The display before him was always nothing but mesmerizing. Your blushy face. Those expressions that twisted and turned in ecstasy, a set of tears, a bonus. He loved it when you were there, breaking your own body and taking him. If you’re lucky enough, he would return the favor by moving on his own accord.

But what if you chose to do the opposite instead? That’s what your mind told you after Belphie brought up the fact his dick was erect…again. Its still form pokes against fabric confines, pre-cum leaking gradually. Playing hard to get in bed would be fun. Besides, pretending to act like him could make his body even more pent-up.

“Yawn, sorry, but I’m really lacking the energy tonight. Maybe you can try moving first for a change?”

Belphegor groaned and got bothered by this. His tiresome body was to blame for the clear disinterest, especially with his narcolepsy.

He had to retort, “My thang ain’t gonna stick up forever, y’know? It can’t fuck by itself.”

“Hmm…well, why not just fuck yourself, then? You did that many times before, so it shouldn’t be a problem,” you wink as you were a sly tease.

You notice his brows furrow. The king couldn’t stand feeling irritated being blue-balled. Hell, constantly demanding you was going to be a pain for him anyway. His current state won’t allow that; the lack of motivation to move on his own is pissing him off.

Not wishing for things to get worse, you lean in to kiss his temple, “If it makes you feel better, you can hump on my body if you want. Goodnight.”

Scooting under the sheets, you lie on your back and fix the pillow behind you before getting some shuteye. Strangely enough, Belphegor wasn’t forcing yourself on him. He lies there staring at you, bothersome erection in hand. His thumb nudges the head as time flies by. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Belphegor falls into a deep sleep.

…

…..

It was almost past ten minutes, and Belphegor awoke early, night still lingering in the quiet Niflheim. Something in him was begging to get closer to you. To touch you, kiss, fuck. Anything. This odd feeling that messed with the king. It couldn’t go away.

He mumbles quietly, “Dang thing gets a lot more bothersome the longer I wait…”

You were supposedly resting next to him in peace. Belphie examines your undisturbed state while stroking himself. Something in him sensed that you were possibly pretending as if it were some game to you. The way your eyelids barely open. Faint sounds of your slightly shifting in body movements. Nipples hardening through your top. Something was up, and Belphegor’s curiosity caught up to him. That intense desire was hard to hold back now.

“You asleep?”

Not a single answer.

“Hm…”

Without disturbing your sleep, Belphegor turns on his side before scooting closer to you. His hand glides over to your waistline, fingers bringing in light feather touches. Belphie’s lips brush your ear, followed by him smelling your familiar scent. He tastes the flesh of your cheek with steady licks, his warm breath making contact. The king began to grind his cock against you as he was advised earlier.

He couldn’t hold back the impulse; fighting it was deemed impossible. Belphie needed you. The will to fulfill it while scenting you in Belphegor musk — nothing but pure carnal desire.

You softly whimper out of nowhere, the state of your consciousness remaining ambiguous. Belphegor noticed it, too. He refused to let that slide, not tonight, especially when his dick is erect.

“Such a bothersome tease. Sigh, you ain’t asleep, huh?”

The king decided to keep going by sneaking his digits beneath your undies, then finding your slit. They smoothly sink in, your clit being their first touch. One of his fingers rubs the bead in circles. Another joins to pinch and roll it between them, your whimpers becoming more audible.

Belphegor hums in delight, sounds turning into music to his ears. He wraps his free arm around your back to tug the hem of your top. Sluggishly pulling it up to your collarbone, his cock twitches after a stiff nipple caught his eye. That greedy mouth of his latches on your breast to lick and suck. The king’s spit smears your entire nipple while tugging it at a gentle extent.

It was a living dream he longed for. Not having to tell you what to do. No need to keep you nice and still whenever you squirm or struggle. You were lying there with barely any motion at all. This is just the thing Belphegor wished for — and it was quickly becoming a newfound habit of his.

His wet lips soon pop off your nipple, “Let me devour you…”

Belphie lets you go before moving down between your thighs, concealing you both under the blanket. He then aligns his tinted red face to your dampened pussy. It was the right amount of wetness as soon as it made him lick his lips. He pushes its gusset aside and tastes the familiarity of you. As usual, he doesn’t rush. Taking his sweet time has always been his ideal preference. The devil king’s tongue laps your entire opening, clit being pushed up. Belphegor kisses in between while keeping his eyes on you.

The best he could force out from you were quiet whimpers, but he isn’t willing to give up just yet. Belphegor decided to test the limits by pulling at your clit. Easy enough, your noises got a bit louder. So he kept going, hips held down secure and tight. He wonders what you’re “dreaming” about — if there’s any chance that is. Maybe witnessing yourself being consumed by the darkness that is the sloth king.

In a matter of seconds, his shaft already grew larger as it stroked against the plush mattress. The demon’s eyes roll back within his self-pleasure. He muffled a growl that vibrated your abused pussy, cock now losing its forbearance. Belphie plunges his tongue inside your folds. It guides its tip to find your weak spot as far in as possible. The deeper it went, the more shifting movements you made while crying. He manages to reach and tease the spot after a few pokes. You were squirming alright, but not too much when it bothered him.

The surroundings had gotten incredibly warm. Soon, Belphegor will turn you both into a wrecked mess, seed splattering to a great extent. You felt like you were close by a thread, yet his satiated tongue rips away abruptly. He listens to your slurred, vague wording while towering from above.

At first, he planned to place his dusky halo above your head, grabbing onto it — until a vast memory crossed his mind. Last time, you barely had any control over it. Your body was going completely feral while wearing it, the irrepressible darkness taking over. This was something his right-hand man warned him about. Belphie eventually made up his mind and left the halo be.

“Sigh, guess we’ll have to do without it.”

Belphegor’s hands move to your midriff, then down your hips. He fondles them like giving a brief massage. The hardened shaft rubs your pussy coated in his saliva — a quicker and better alternative for any lubricant. He brings nibbles and kisses to the upper area of your throat, breathing heavily through every one of them.

Your spine arches upward after feeling a shock of heightened libido. It felt strange, but you developed a newfound kink that never gave you an ounce of guilt. No one in your shameless mind earned the ability to take advantage of you — except for Belphegor. You could allow him to fuck your sleeping body as much as he wanted.

The devil’s languid voice finally reaches your ear, “Lemme have yer whole body to myself…”

“Bel…phegor…”

Something thick and hard pierces inside your cunt. Belphie grips your waist to shove through deeper. Breaths were ragged and calling your name.

“Darlin’- Hah- don’t start movin’…”

Thrusts were steady and rhythmic as if there was no need to rush. He makes sure you can feel the devil in his entirety — from the metal piercings to the base of his cock. Soaked flaps were squeezing him instead of your legs, its pulsating presence causing you to bite your lip.

Belphegor groans in your ear, desperate and sex-starved. He touches all over your exposed body to caress and fondle. His hand reaches one of your breasts again until its digits pinch around your nipple. The amount of sensitive areas he managed to find was nothing but impressive, especially when you spoke a little more in your moment of feign resting.

“Bel- Ah- Belphie…don’t go…”

The king hisses through his teeth, “I…ain’t leavin’ ya- Hah- fuck…”

His cock soon drove itself more rapidly. Working hips slam into yours fully in. You wanted to wrap your legs around him so badly, but you weren’t sure if this would break his promise. Maybe Belphie was too drunk over your pussy since nighttime arrived. Poor guy had a hard time keeping his dick down.

Your knees were inches from making contact with his waist. Luckily, Belphegor catches both legs and does the work for you. His hands snake themselves up to your backside, fingers kneading firmly. Fucking you whilst holding the soft, flesh part of your body was nothing but perfect.

“Mm! So good. Shit, ya- Ah- lovin’ this, ain’t cha?” The devil king pants into the heat, “C’mere- Hah- let me- Hah- give ya some sugar…”

He grabs your jaw to face him before clashing his lips with yours. Tongue prodding in your mouth, it takes its time swirling around and having a taste of every nook and cranny. Belphegor consumed you, akin to a starving beast. He embraces you close against his sweating body, cock twitching aggressively.

The tongue assault didn’t last long after breaking the kiss. Hearing your cute and sleepy whines was more important right now. Your voice never fails to keep his dick hard — it was pure magic that urged him to come faster.

Belphegor growls through his teeth as his eyes roll back. Nails dig into your warm skin. Motions were turning sloppy and off-sync, yet he didn’t give a shit. He needed to make a sinful mess inside your pussy waiting to be filled.

Over.

Over.

And over again.

The peak of stimulation quickly drove you and Belphie to orgasm in the dark. Your voices moan together as your eyes snap wide. During this brief moment, the king was unsure if you had woken up just now. He has yet to say a word since he was catching his breath.

“Hah- darlin’…”

Instead of answering him, your eyelids close themselves back to sleep. Belphegor was stunned for a moment. He wanted to figure out whatever that was, but he couldn’t be bothered to worry about it. You must have been going through what he experiences sometimes while sleeping — most likely your brain stayed half awake.

He brushes off the notion and gets himself to relax his body, cock still intact. Belphegor does the kind favor of fixing your strands back and keeping you close.

“G’night, darlin’,” he presses a kiss to your head.

Both of you fall back into the unconscious, enjoying the silent peace that remained throughout the night.

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A bright sunrise unveils the stagnant scene of Niflheim. It greets the mild light through the window of the devil’s bedroom. You yawn yourself awake to a blanket covering above. Looking down, there was no sweat, but a good amount of his seed covering your bottom half. His cock had been tucked in for hours, too. After just noticing a glimpse of it, your libido struck again.

You hurriedly grind on Belphie like he was a living dildo. Your mind was muddled with dirty thoughts from last night. You at least wanted to have a turn fucking him back.

“Mm! Belphie! Ah!”

In a stroke of luck, the king’s dick becomes erect thanks to your desperate movements. He mumbles as he attempts to wake up. Lidded eyes watch yourself stimulating him. Sooner than before, Belphegor can sense another climax ready to be released at any second. Then, without warning, a pair of hands clench your rear while he orgasms inside you. Faint mewling and shivering were all he needed to witness. You swore under your breath, arousal barely dissipating.

“Kehe, mornin’, sugar.”

Belphegor already grasped the idea of what you wanted. How you wished to stay in bed only for your pussy to be filled by him. You can holler as loud as you want, no matter if it causes a ruckus. This was a clear proposal you made, remember?

Yeah, screw getting out of bed. Might as well handle that little problem of yours and roll around his bed in pure ecstasy. For now, a bath and breakfast will have to wait.

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At one point, you went out to eat with Belphegor and his men for some leisure time. A while later, after the food arrived, you ordered a medium-sized Hell’s Burger that was a bit larger than expected. You might as well cut it in half or quarters.

“Ya sure it’s big enough to fit that mouth?”

You notice the voice coming from Belphegor. He stares at you while resting his head on the back of his hand. It made you feel flustered and embarrassed.

“Sigh, it’s not a big deal, okay?”

The dismissiveness wasn’t a bother at all — a low, playful snicker letting go before he started on his main course. Belphegor saying something perverted in public was not on your bingo card. You brushed it off and went along through the day, but this was far from over.

If you thought the tease back at the restaurant was bad enough, wait until he gets you down on your knees, facing his cock while Belphie’s back is against the wall. He strokes it patiently in his hand, piercings gleaming at your disposal to be licked. Belphegor lightly smacked your face with his length as he chuckled. How can he resist such cute little reactions?

“Kehe, I’ve been wonderin’ when yer gonna lend me a hand,” he tousles your hair, “How ‘bout I take that mouth fer a test drive?”

The adorned tip pushes itself towards your parting lips. You close your eyes halfway and welcome its taste of smeared pre-cum. Belphegor pushes your head down without trying to gag you, hips rocking steadily.

“Ahh, ya got some pretty lips, sugar,” the devil huffs as his motions get rougher.

He keeps a good eye on you, a sliver of drool tearing down your mouth. The heat and saliva together felt sweetly warm to the touch. Your muffled whimpers, hungry for his cock, force it to throb with intensity. Belphie’s intuition was correct all along — a visible grin formed across his face.

Arching his head back, Belphegor panted and growled louder in the quiet space. The sounds start to reach the nearest corners of the castle without a care in the world. That’s what mattered to him, though. He wanted everyone to know how good you’re making his cock feel. It got so intense that he pressed both hands on your head with force. Belphegor continues ruining your mouth, milking himself hurriedly, and treating you like the personal cum dump you are.

The king clenches his fangs, “Yeah, keep at it like that. Fuck- Hah- yer gonna be mine…”

As long as you were by his side, what was the point of using his toys more often? Your perfect lips. The moistness in your mouth. They were a perfect match.

For mere seconds, a sudden burst of hot seed fills your mouth, causing you to wince. It keeps pumping down your throat as you try your best to swallow simultaneously. He bottoms out and leaves you to consume any remaining fluid, the dripping making it worse.

“Heh, ya done real good, didn’t ya, sugar?”

Belphegor pulls out and leaves a thin string of saliva before it disconnects briefly. He lifts your chin up to examine your worn-out mouth. A thumb is pushed against your tongue until you suck it out of the blue. That didn’t settle him down enough. The small act itself was only a start for the lesson he’ll give you very soon.

“Better stay awake, ‘cause I ain’t done yet.”

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Of course you were impressed by every little thing in this entirely new world he brought you to, even as he kindly explained things along the way and patiently answered your questions. Your curiosity didn't let up when you reached what looked like a gothic manor straight out of a movie, but your guide was determined to lead you right up a winding staircase.

"The others won't bother us up there, trust me."

Since that time, you've been spending every night there. Every day too. It was hard to tell when another night ended and day began, the only indication being the sporadic sounds that managed to reach you; footsteps that echoed loud enough for you to notice, raging voices booming through the halls.

And his voice, soothing as ever.

Right by the door, when you expected it and when you didn't.

Belphegor would take care of you, not yet like a pet, moreso an experiment. He would bring you food, always too little at first. And not much would change the few times you tried to ask for more.

"Well, I dunno how much humans need. Maybe I'll give you more next time." He shrugged dismissively and instead of leaving you be he always stayed to see you eat... try to eat new, unfamiliar dishes.

Over time you've come to expect at least two meals a day—bigger portions, some of it food that you, miraculously, actually took a liking to. He still hovered over you similar to a mother watching her toddler try to eat on their own, but with time it became easier to not mind this presence as much. Eyes boring into you became half lidded, passively observing.

He came to sleep in the same room more often too. The first time you watched him close the door behind himself and approach you was terrifying, all but frozen in place you prayed to any god that might still hear you.

But he walked right past you, bundled up some blankets and seemed to fall asleep instantly. Still you watched with a heart pounding louder than you dared to breathe. Until a muffled voice came: "Stop staring, it's distracting... 'm not gonna kill you."

That's when you first noticed how tired you yourself had gotten. Whenever Belphegor was around, quietly resting in the same room, it became so much easier to fall asleep yourself. Even when he came closer, even with his breath puffing against your face, even with his arms around you or hands wandering.

It took some time before you gathered enough courage to ask as cautiously as one could about maybe, just for a day, being let out of this dark attic.

"A human roaming free in the Devildom? Yeah, I don't think so. You'll get eaten before you can come back."

You didn't ask any further questions.

Some days he brought another person with him when he checked on you. Unfamiliar faces, none of which seemed too impressed with you.

"Eh... I don't get it, what's so special 'bout this one? Ain't it just a boring human?"

"Poor thing looks scared, doesn't it? Aw, I do love that look though!"

"...just don't let this cause trouble for Diavolo."

But Belphegor didn't mind, he saw something more in you. Something that made him smile so sweetly as he studied your face and all your nervous expressions. Something that made him want to keep you close and learn every last detail about you, especially ones you'd rather keep hidden.

That something could be quite unnerving.

This was another ordinary day in Niflheim. A day where you volunteer again to help the country’s residents, yet there was more work than expected. There weren’t as many breaks as you normally get, all the endless busywork to be blamed. You were beginning to feel fatigued and stressed out.

“C’mon, now! Ya gotta put yer backs into it if yer gonna stick around Niflheim!”

You began to protest, “Yeah, I know, but I’m getting really worn out. Sorry, Agares…”

Regardless of Agares’s demands, you were running low on energy. Luckily enough, Beleth was there to make things less complicated for you. From filling out papers to handling physical labor, you believed it was time for your muscles to take a rest.

Placing a heavy weapon crate aside, Beleth approaches from behind before placing a hand on your shoulder. He could tell you were growing tired by sunset. Thank god you partnered up with him earlier.

“How ‘bout you let the darlin’ get some rest? She ain’t got the energy like the rest of us devils do,” he brings up the suggestion to the prince, “I can handle the rest if it makes ya feel better.”

Agares groans in frustration as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The first thing that comes to mind is the chance that you will lose motivation to help run the country, maybe even give up altogether. Still, he isn’t going to stop you if that’s your choice.

“Fine, go ahead.”

“Appreciate it!” Beleth takes your hand, “C’mere so I can carry ya, doll.”

He helps you settle in his arms, bridal style, before departing. It was nice of him to give your legs a break. You hold him close while a hint of cologne and tobacco reach your nose, both unpleasant and alluring at once.

Agares watches from a distance, disgruntled. His mind was processing the point of you being here, especially when you’re a human.

“Maybe you can show her a few pointers once in a while,” a voice familiar to the devil trails near him, “When are ya gonna teach her the strength of Niflheim, hm?”

It was none other than Vassago, presenting an orange in hand for Agares to take. He snatches it to squeeze while relieving his internal anger.

“I doubt that’ll work. She even lacks the strength and will to learn anyway,” he grips the fruit like a stress ball, constantly staring down at it.

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“This is the problem, Bathin! How can he be of use in this country while drifting away forever like this!?” Gusion was constantly throwing a fit over Belphie’s lethargic sleeping habits, “Maybe, just maybe, Beleth could be the one to take the throne! Beleth? Agares? I don’t care anymore.”

Two of the sloth king’s loyalest nobles were in the middle of a heated argument. What makes it worse is the fact that they were spouting nonstop in his bedroom. This would surely become a pain in the ass for Belphegor to sleep peacefully.

“Sigh, we had this conversation multiple times, Gusion. You really need to-”

Gusion interrupts, “What’s the point of calming down if he never gets up unless he feels like it!?”

All this endless yelling and arguing was ruining Belphegor’s napping session. The urge to just kill them in an instant. Probably choke them out with his immense power. Such a fucking annoyance. He would rather engulf the world in its entirety than deal with them. It would be a miracle if Beleth came back to do the work for him.

And suddenly, his wish came true.

Beleth enters the room with you after hearing the devils yelling, “Hey! Y’all better-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Everyone in the room goes dead silent, standing frozen in place. You just enter a few steps inside until gently shutting the door. Your eyes were navigating through the situation worried.

“Can’t ya see I’m tryin’ to get some shuteye? Keep at it and I’ll kill ya,” the devil growled into his struggle to sleep.

You quietly approach him with caution. Belphegor’s face is clearly scrunched in anger. Worrying about getting hurt somehow was the first thing that came to mind, but you still took the risk.

“Belphegor?” You whisper as you sit next to his side.

Belphie peeps an eye to see you, but didn’t bother to respond at all. He closes his eyes to try to return to sleep. Beleth would have to take care of everything for his majesty. It’s nothing but a walk in the park for him.

“Ugh, okay, you two. Get on outta here.”

The mature devil motions Bathin and Gusion to take their arguing elsewhere away from the room, leaving the three of you alone. He walks over to you and Belphegor whilst snapping a fresh cigarette between his fingers.

“Since that’s outta the way, will a bath cool ya off, maj?” Beleth lights up the cig before taking a drag of his smoke.

The idea he brought up makes you want to relax in the water, too.

“Maybe I can join? Or if I can bathe for a bit until Belphegor gets a turn?”

“I don’t mind joinin’ ya,” the king offers the sudden proposal. Chances are that he wanted to rely on you to clean him up and relieve an annoying headache.

“Well, okay…”

The fallen angel blew a smoke from his pursed lips, “Alrighty then, I’ll start a bath for y’all.”

Beleth prepares the bath first, assuring the best temperature and scent for relaxation. He would eventually call you over while you help Belphegor up from bed. The glow of the sunset shone through the bathroom window, most of its light hovering over the freestanding tub.

“Are you sure you’re not going to remove your clothes?” You ask after watching him almost enter the tub.

“Mm, ya, unless you wanna help out…”

You do him the favor of stripping away his kimono first, upper body and tattoos exposed. Next, you pull off his ejaculate-stained boxers, catching the bobbing motion of his erect cock. The presence alone caused your cunt to flutter. He takes his time proceeding in the bath while you peel your clothes off. You gather and place both sets of attire on a nearby chair. You weren’t aware of it, but a certain devil was taking a quick glance at your nudity — his sneaky, perverted side taking over.

Returning to the bath, you sit right in front of Belphegor to face him. His eyes were closing due to the soothing temperature of the water. Muscular, tattooed arms rest along the edges of the tub. His head was tilted down as he embraced the tranquility. From your point of view, he looked like a work of art gleaming in the sinking sunlight, piercings and tats shining from water drops.

“Some normal day, huh?” You start talking to him, “At least I can lie back for now. I’ve been getting a headache…”

He didn’t bother to answer. Assuming the king was asleep, you stir your hand in the water. What caught your attention was the earthly, pine scent emitting from the tub. This must have been Belphie’s preferred body wash. You remember him smelling like this before.

“Tell me about it.”

Your eyes beam up at him. He stares at you while waiting for a response. Better to answer quickly than annoy him further.

“Just had a hard day today. My body was getting tired from all this working. It’s starting to feel like a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, and they were a pain in my neck,” Belphie refers to his henchmen, “I couldn’t even sleep for a good twenty minutes…”

You grab a clean washcloth from the side to slowly scrub your arm. Your body takes in the earthy scent, warm water pouring along the skin.

You continue on the convo, “I haven’t been doing the best lately, feeling a bit useless and all…”

“I’ve heard Gusion say somethin’ similar ‘bout me, but it don’t bother me none.”

Talk about having thick skin. You wished you were like him, well, not entirely. Perhaps you worried too much about what others think — what they might expect from you.

“Yer not even half bad, sugar.”

Your heart fluttered at his statement, “You sure about that? I’m not really like the other guys, even Beleth…”

“So? Just quit worryin’ over that stuff,” the king leans forward, languidly pulling you in his space by your arm, “How ‘bout helpin’ me get cleaned up first?”

Without a word, you accept the request and gently scrub his chest first with the washcloth. The soapy water lathers across Belphegor’s glistening skin. He hums in pure bliss, scent and cleanliness enhancing his leisure. His chest began to heave mildly by your soft touch, neck leaning back at the edge of the tub. You can clearly see his Adam’s apple on display, taking a few glances while fighting the urge to relieve yourself in an instant. The cloth drags itself to one of his shoulders, then down to his bicep. Studying the tattoos throughout the caretaking was killing you. You try putting those dirty thoughts aside for now.

“Um, hey, you don’t mind if I wash your hair? It would be nice to get it over with.”

Belphegor mumbles, “Sure, go on ahead…”

You place the rag to the side and pull out the shower hose, adjusting the water’s temperature on your palm. Belphie hung his head forward until the strands were draping wet. Combing the devil’s hair nice and clean with your own fingers, it now smelled of the fresh, pine aroma. You return the hose to its place as you couldn’t take your eyes off his current look. He was already charming enough to have slicked-back hair, but completely down? Something ignited within you that desperately wanted out.

“Oh my god, he looks so good like this! It’s making me want to fuck him already!”

You cup his face and push some strands away, the sluggish smile standing out. Belphie’s expression was safe and welcoming, the proximity calming his every last nerve. A hand suddenly shoves your rear onto his lap. In addition to that, the devil’s shaft bumps into you, still erect and staring at you from below.

“Handle my thang down there, too,” he caresses your waist, “It wants to play with you.”

Great, now he’s being a tease slapping his own dick against you. At this point, there’s no backing out of his trap now.

Biting your lip, you hoist yourself above him, the tip passing in first. The king keeps a good hold aligning himself as you suck down the rest. You moaned to the familiar touch of his piercings rub your sensitive walls. Belphegor’s nails dug into your skin, heavy panting sounds emitting here and there.

“Hah! Fuck yeah…just like that…”

You grind on his stiff cock slowly. Hands creep up his chest, Belphie’s neck resting on the tub’s edge again. You trail your fingers to his neck and give it a nice massage. A set of kisses and small nipping to the area followed. Only the soft, serene sounds of your and Belphegor’s breathing took over the quiet. He sits there and experiences your tenderness. Body being worshipped. His lingering sex drive inflaming within. He never thought to have this with you in so long. He actually felt fortunate — happy most likely.

The king moaned silent enough for you to hear. You can feel the heat burn your face. This didn’t feel like enough, you wanted more. Lifting the back of Belphie’s head, you brought him into a kiss, tongue pushing in before he did the same. His hands squeeze your ass while thrusting himself in you. The motions kept it at a steady pace all the while following yours. Your wet bodies were now rubbing each other, heat brewing in the friction. Precious ridges of his abdomen cranked up your libido along with his piercings. Although not sensing their touch clearly, they were there.

Belphegor’s lips popped from yours, “Keke, shit, ya sure do know how to make a fella feel good…”

A hand presses your back for Belphegor to slant forward, making sure to keep you in place. The shifting of his cock pushed you to whimper. You can’t even stop the tightening of your walls.

“Because I can make ya feel good, too.”

He thrusts into you fast and eager. It just came out of nowhere, your yelping and broken whimpers escaping. You cling your arms around his neck, face buried in his damp hair. Belphegor giggled low and kissed your ear mid-thrust. Water splashes during the aggressive movements. You wished to see the whole action happening, albeit you were stuck holding him. Fuck, if only there were a mirror around so you could watch yourself get plowed mercilessly.

“Heh, I’ve got a good view over there. Talk about breathtakin’.”

Clueless about what he meant, you turn around to see what caught his attention from behind. It was the one thing you wanted — a large, full-length mirror displaying the two of you in carnal activity. The way his hand clutches your rear as the other’s fingers grace your back.

“Oh! Ah! Belphe- Belphegor!”

The reflected image gave him a wide smirk. He licks his lips before biting your shoulder, sinking teeth deep enough to leave a visible mark. You were about to lose control. The only thing you can do is just hold onto him. Leaving yourself a crying mess is more than enough to keep him going.

Belphie’s lips brush your ear, “Gettin’ the whole tub wet now, aren’t we? Hm?”

The demon swirls his tongue around the shell to taste. Your pussy clenched his cock so intensely for him to not let you go. His chocolate-coated voice didn’t fail to make it worse.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, sugar. I can do this all day long, keheheh!”

He licks and kisses your skin slowly and tenderly. Breaths trailing to your cheek, Belphegor holds back after kissing the very corner of your mouth. You were reaching for him after that little tease. He knew you wanted it, his smirk expression still present.

“Mm, c’mere ‘n’ gimme a kiss…”

Your lips lock straight into his, tongues intertwining together. Plenty of water splashed and surrounded the bath carelessly. His shaft slips in and out, hitting and missing your sweet G-spot. Your legs couldn’t keep up with Belphegor as you were about to stumble on him. Luckily, he was quick to notice and hold you tight.

“I gotcha, darlin’…”

You feel hot throbbing sensations along with Belphegor, moaning and calling out his name. The familiar voice he adored pushes the devil to milk in you. A heavy shot of his load fills inside before more pumps out. Your body began to shake throughout the electrifying rush, a subtle laugh heard from Belphie. He pushes in full once more, then frees himself. His cock gives itself time to soften while it rests along your buttocks.

You slump over his body, “Hah- I’m…tired…”

Belphegor lets you cling to his shoulders so you can fall asleep. A lone finger makes small circles on his chest. The noise dies down, the both of you try to breathe normally again. The king rubs your back to ease you, taking in the orange sunlight.

He isn’t the one to let go of a fair trade, so he stirs his hand in the bath and splashes water on that same spot. Whatever it takes to endow you with his bath scent, washcloth or not. Belphegor leans in to press his lips to your head. He allows his body to rest with you, watching the sun set in the distance.

“Thank you, sugar. I…”

The king yawns before going to sleep. The room lingers quiet, warm light bathing you in its serenity. All you heard was the tranquil breathing until your consciousness fades away. You stay and sleep with him in the midst of dusk. Belphegor couldn’t have wished for a bath any better.

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Getting sick of the lack of L grade Belphegor cards…I hope you had a nice, comforting bath with him, though! 💙

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Belphie has you pinned to the large, comfy bed of his cabin. Lights are dimmed from outside the bed. His cock was already buried inside you while his hands were wrapped around your neck.

His voice, coated in frustration, growls darkly, “Got any damn idea what’ll happen if you disturb my sleep? Yer lucky I didn’t kill ya.”

You should’ve known that you were completely oblivious to the distinct consequences, Belphegor always caring more about his beauty sleep. Your disturbance was an annoyance, yet putting you in your place turned him on.

“I’m- Ah- sorry, Belphegor,” you whimper beneath him so vulnerable.

Belphie’s thrusts were slow and hard, the pierced mushroom tip hitting the end of your stretched-out gap. The shaft rubs you with its metal piercings, causing your libido to crank up at an all-time high.

“Shit…ya better fuckin’ be,” the king gives a firmer grip to your neck, “You get what ya deserve.”

He began to fuck you fast and vigorously, choking you tighter. You held onto his wrists that were impossible to pull away, trying to breathe for dear life. Your squeaked moans were thrown into the mix. Belphegor groans through his teeth as his cock is pulsing aggressively. You notice his eyes were rolling back from how tight you were with a touch of red heating up his face. His necklace dangling in motions. The pirate hat nearly tilting forward. He was almost at his limit, and so were you.

“Hah- that’ll teach ya, so stay here ‘n’ fuckin’ take it,” the devil shoots cum inside, even when still fucking.

“Ah! Augh!”

You couldn’t speak at all when you were so close to fainting. Warm, liquid sensations of devil energy fill you up. The stamina you had was soon dissipating. Air returns to your lungs upon Belphegor releasing his grip. A hand caresses the back of your neck while the other snakes down your spine. Belphie soon slumps forward, cock still intact and warm. Its reactions were making you shiver and squeeze your legs together.

“His cock, I can feel it poke inside me. I don’t know how much more I can take…”

Running out of things to ponder over, your eyelids grew heavy. They close shut as you surrender yourself to Belphegor’s embrace. You might want to consider being careful around the sleeping king next time, right?

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Ngl I wanted to write Belphie a little mean this time hehe.

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Belphegor stands over you as you sleep, his eyes watching intently as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths. You look so peaceful. So vulnerable and unguarded. He attempts to time his breathing with your own. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. With each breath he begins to wonder how your heart sounds in your chest. How quickly or slowly does it thump? Is each pump of blood through your body just for him, or does your heart beat for another? The idea of you caring so deeply for anyone other than himself — or Beelzebub — sets him on edge, sending a jolt of possessiveness through him. Belphegor sucks in a sharp breath and finally makes his move, slowly and quietly slipping under the sheets next to your sleeping form. He snuggles up to you and basks in the warmth that your body emits, inhaling deeply and taking in the scent of you; your shampoo and body wash from the shower you had taken just a few hours prior, mixed with your natural scent. The aroma is intoxicating and he finds himself growing hard in his pajama pants.

Despite how wrong he knows it is, Belphegor decides to take the risk and grind onto your backside ever so gently, sighing at the sensation of your ass pressed against his hardening cock, only the fabric of your respective sleep clothes separating bare flesh. He freezes momentarily when you stir and pulls away just a hair to make sure he isn’t caught in such a depraved act, loosing a breath of relief when you settle back into a comfortable sleep.

That was indeed a close call but the demon finds himself wanting more, the proximity to you paired with the excitement of the situation making his cock throb in his pants. He pauses for a moment and tries to think of a way he can get away with this. If you wake up and find him humping you like a pathetic dog in heat he knows you’ll be furious and surely out him for his depravity. He finds himself considering just leaving and giving himself a wet dream, instead, and that’s when he gets an idea.

Using his magic, Belphegor plants the seed of a dream in your subconscious and whispers a little incantation in infernal to keep you fast asleep as the dream takes over. He doesn’t know exactly what horny scenario he managed to sneak into your brain but it seems to be working as he watches your body begin to writhe. Small whimpers leave your lips and your brows pinch in pleasure from whatever dream infects your headspace. A wide, almost maniacal grins parts his lips, taking pleasure in your body’s response to the dream, and he takes the opportunity to grope and prod at your rather receptive form. His hands grasp at your waist and slide up your torso, pushing your sleep shirt up and over your chest as he moves his fingers further. Belphegor takes the time to fondle your chest, squeezing at the fat and teasing your nipples while he almost drools at how soft your skin is and how you whine at his touch. He can feel himself growing impossibly hard, his weepy tip straining against the front of his pajama pants. But patience is a virtue and he’s feeling rather virtuous at the moment.

Belphegor begins pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat, licking and biting ever so often while still groping at your soft flesh. He presses his nose to the crook of your neck to inhale your scent deeper, closer, almost able to smell the blood that pulses through that pulse point. Your soft skin and pleasant smell reminds him of his beloved Lilith. It comforts him, cradles his mind and soul, and reassures him that the human below him must be enjoying this as well. If you weren’t, your hips wouldn’t be bucking like they are, searching for more friction. Unable to resist, Belphegor drags his hand down your body and pushes past the waistband of your sleep pants to tease your folds, fingers becoming slick with your arousal. He shudders at the feeling, his own body only growing more needy by the second.

Though he may be growing impatient, he manages to hold back as he toys with your body, making you writhe and grind onto his fingers as soft whimpers leave your lips. Your cheeks glow crimson in the low light of your bedroom, skin becoming shimmery with a thin layer of sweat. Things must be getting pretty heated in the dream. Belphegor may have to pick up the pace to keep up with your needy little cunt. Without any further hesitation, he slips one finger, then another into your slick hole, pumping them in and out at a leisurely pace. Your whimpers and whines turn into quiet moans when he finally presses the pads of his fingers into that little sweet spot that makes you squirm.

“Finally using that voice for me,” he coos softly. “You’re such a good little thing for me, aren’t you? Letting me touch you like this while you sleep.” He leans down to whisper into your ear despite the fact that you won’t even register his voice at all. “I’m gonna come all over you and you won’t even know it~”

Belphegor withdraws his fingers and chuckles darkly at your little whine and the way your hips chase after him. So needy, he thinks. He sucks the remnants of your arousal from his fingers, savoring the taste of you while he pushes his pants down to his thighs and frees his aching cock, stroking it a few times like he’s getting off on just watching you sleep. It doesn’t take him long to remove your pants as well, dragging them down to your ankles. He’s pleasantly surprised that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Did you know he would do this? Did you leave your cute little undies off just for him, so he could stuff you as he pleases? The very thought excites him to no end and he wastes no more time in settling between your legs and rubbing his length along your wet pussy. Belphegor shivers at how hot and wet it is, teasing himself before finally pushing into your tight heat. He hisses at how firmly your walls squeeze him and suck him in, taking him deeper and deeper, like your body is made for this.

“Nothing but a little cocksleeve,” he rasps, beginning to thrust shallowly. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you? Always sleeping around with the others…”

A slight snarl leaves him as his thrusts grow harder and faster, his hands roughly grabbing at the fat of your thighs.

“Well, now it’s my turn. You’re a slut for me, now, and it’ll be our little secret.”

Belphegor’s movements become more violent as he pounds into your poor little pussy, his movements finally breaking the dream and pulling you out of your slumber. Your eyes fly open, wide and confused while you try to process what’s happening. You try to speak only for moans to fall from your lips as your body trembles with intense pleasure from how deep Belphegor is fucking you.

“B-Belphie! Wha-“

You’re cut off by his slender fingers wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides just enough to make you dizzy.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, his grip tightening slightly. The feeling of your throat beneath his palm, your blood pulsing just beneath your warm skin brings him back to the day he had killed you (or an alternate version of you) and the memory makes his cock twitch inside you. He could kill you again right now, snap your neck like nothing and keep fucking you until he can’t anymore, but he doesn’t. He knows that would be the end for him. Besides, you’re too fun to have around and Beel would be sad if you weren’t, so his grip on your neck loosens as he fucks into you harder. His teeth are bared as he stares down at your blisses out expression, jaw slack and drooling as the most delicious sounds fall from your lips. He can feel the way your cunt squeezes him impossibly tight and he knows you’re close.

“Come on my cock, you stupid slut. C’mon, do it!”

His fingers squeeze your neck once more while he drives his cock into the deepest parts of you and that sends you over the edge. The most depraved sounds resonate through your room as you convulse violently under him, body writhing and eyes rolling back form the intensity of your orgasm. Belphegor grunts and growls as he reaches his own high. His hips slam into yours a few more times before shooting thick ropes of come into your womb, his cock pulsing with each pump that has the tip pressing right into your g-spot.

The two of you catch your breath for what seems like forever before either of you speak, your groggy voice breaking the silence.

“Just ask next time.”

Belphegor’s cheeks flush brightly as if he’s just now realizing that what he did was wrong. He all but squeaks in his true manipulative manner.

“Okay.”