Dancing With You| Obey Me! x reader (Oneshots)

🌈Beelzebub❤(Amber)🌈

(Security, comforts, friendly, protective, provoking, warm)
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(Mentions slight sexual content)

(The Readers Pov)

His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, no matter what he was doing he was simply too beautiful to look away. Yet he didn't even know and he still didn't care about what anyone said as long as it wasn't an insult to anyone he cared for. He was a protective demon, willing to hurt anyone who stood in his way to get what he wanted, he was willing to risk it all to protect his brothers no matter who it was. Even if that person was Diavolo, the demon lord. Despite being easy to provoke when it comes to his food or his family he is a very kind demon which would sound weird without background.

A small chuckle leaves my lips as I hold the spoon centimeters from his lips, he tries his best to stay away and not just take the spoon from me. Soft growls and groans leave his closed mouth as he stares intensely at the pudding. His foot taps the ground repeatedly, he wants to turn away to avoid the temptation of eating the pudding, but desperately wants to win the bet. A loud moan fills the air as he leans back in the chair, drool falling past his lips as he still is looking at the food.

"How much longer" he whines quietly putting his hands between his legs, and his hands hold down his legs in return. With a flick of my wrist a small amount of the pudding falls to the table just in front of him, he jumps but stops just as he is standing over it with an intense gaze.

"Two minutes Beel," I giggle watching his eyebrows press together, his attention turns to me as he leans against the table. To his realization what felt like years to him was only seconds, he needed to last three minutes to win the bet, but it was becoming harder and harder to hold back. If he lost, he would have to go on a diet and learn to control his eating habits, which was a lot harder now that he was thinking about it. His lips are pressed to a thin line "are you sure you can make it?" I tease watching his eyes shift over to me for a quick second in slight annoyance, and he nods with a sense of determination and a strong want to not give in to his desires.

"I can do it, just-" he stops as he inches closer to the spoon, stopping just before his lips touch it. A loud growl comes from his mouth as he struggles to hold himself back. "How much longer now?" he asks just as he pulls himself away from the spoon, but not too far away as it was still in his line of sight, just by the look on his face this was one of the hardest things he has ever had to do. If he didn't learn to control his gluttonous behavior now he may never and that would be catastrophic even if he realized it or not.

"You have thirty seconds Beel" I mutter but my words seem to fly over his head as he presses his hands down on the table about to go right for the spoon, but before he can my hand moves it away so he doesn't reach it. A smile comes to my lips as a loud ringing noise comes from my phone, signaling that time was up and he had won. With one quick movement he takes the spoon from my hand and the pudding is gone seconds later.

"I want more" He mutters, the spoon falls to the table just before he is inches in front of me, his lips brushing over mine and his eyes locking with my wide ones. "You'll help me right?" he whispers as his hands rest on my hips pulling me closer to him, our chest pressing together along with our lips not even a full second later. The taste of the pudding is still on his lips as he kisses me with a desire he hasn't shown often, his tongue pushes past both of our lips. A small gasp is muffled as he pushes himself closer to me not showing any sign of stopping. My hands rest against his shoulders only to be grabbed with his and pressed behind me as he pushes me into the chair. The table moves, knocking over the small glass of liquid to the ground. From the corner of my eyes I can see the amber liquid resting on the broken glass. But my attention is pulled back to him as he presses himself closer.

"Beel-" I'm able to only get some of what I want out before his lips crash back against mine, silencing me from speaking, almost as if he wanted to keep me from speaking. His nail presses into the skin of my wrists making me wince at the sharp but quick pain before he distracts me from it. His other hand slipped back to my waist and his finger messed with the helm of the shirt pushing it upwards slightly. Letting a small amount of cold air slip up and under my shirt.

"Don't speak, alright?" he questions soon biting down on my bottom lip and drawing a small amount of blood which he quickly takes care of. I'm not able to speak before I'm drowning in his warmth and he presses his lips cleanly against mine again.