Belphegor - The Spoiled Younger Brother

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Belphie: The hair dryer is broken

Belphie: I've just gotten out of the bath, too. At this rate, I'm going to catch a cold

Belphie: Could you lend me yours?

Belphie: While you're at it, could you come to my room and dry my hair for me?

You: Why are you asking me?

Belphie: Who else would I ask?

Belphie: It's getting cold. Please, hurry up before I get sick

Belphie: You wouldn't want that, would you? Come on, I'm waiting for you

You sighed as you tossed your D.D.D. next to you on your bed. You wondered who had broken the hair dryer. As much as I love Mammon, I feel like he did it. You nodded your head. Wouldn't be the first time he had done something like that. You groaned and stretched your arms and legs, still laying down on your bed. You sat up and slipped your slides on your feet.

You walked over to the bathroom connected to your room and flicked on the light. You stood in the center, looking around the room trying to remember where you had left your hair dryer. You then remember you had placed it underneath the sink after drying your hair that morning. You crouched down and rummaged through your items, looking for the device. You found the white hair dryer and grabbed it, wrapping the cord back around the handle, making it easier to carry. You closed the cabinet doors and stood back up. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled, fixing your hair that had gotten messed up from you laying on your bed.

You turned off the light in your bathroom and closed the door, making your way out of your room with the hair dryer in hand.

You closed the door to your bedroom and looked around the hallways, keeping an eye out for any of the brothers. After all the times they seemed to seemingly appear out of thin air, you've learned to keep your eyes out for them to avoid being taken by surprise. You smiled and hummed as you made your way to the twins' bedroom. You fiddled with the hair dryer cord as you walked.

You finally made it to their bedroom and you knocked on the mahogany door, waiting for a response. You heard Belphie's soft voice call out a "come in". You opened the door and stepped in, seeing Belphie sitting on his bed with his D.D.D. in hand. "Your savior has finally arrived," you said as you held up the hair dryer. Belphie gave you a small smile and you walked over to him. You hopped on his soft bed and crawled over to the outlet next to his bed. You sat down in a kneeling position as you unraveled the cord from around the hair dryer handle and plugged it in. You switched the hair dryer on, making sure it worked. After hearing the whir of the device and feeling the hot air blow out, you turned it off.

You looked to Belphie who was still sitting down on the bed, waiting for you to get situated. "Now if you want me to dry your hair, you need to sit on the floor so I can reach," you said. He rolled his eyes but nonetheless stood up and moved to sit in front of you. You moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down, holding the hair dryer in your hand. With your free hand, you patted the spot in front of you.

Belphie promptly sat down cross-legged in front of you, placing himself between your legs. You smiled and ruffled his hair. You heard him give out a small huff of annoyance and you giggled. "I can already feel myself getting sick from my wet hair," he whined. "Oh no, we wouldn't want that would we?" you asked the rhetorical question. You clicked your tongue and shook your head as you turned the hair dryer on, pointing it at his wet hair. You moved the hair dryer around as you ran your hands through his two-toned hair, trying your best to dry all of it.

You heard him let out a content hum and you smiled. You shifted slightly as you leaned forward to look at him. He was hugging his favorite cow printed pillow with both arms as he sat with his eyes closed. He had a small smile on his face and you could practically feel your heart melt.

You always enjoyed spending time with Belphie. The atmosphere was always calm and you enjoyed the peace. You also did quite enjoy the cuddles that came with the many nap sessions.

You continued drying his hair as you ran your fingers through it. You began to hum along to a random song that popped into your head, while you admired the demon's unique hair. Even though you were tasked with the chore of drying the spoiled youngest brother's hair, you were quite comfortable.

"I should ask you to do things for me more often, I like this" Belphie commented. You rolled your eyes but nonetheless agreed. You didn't really view this as a chore, considering you could have just plainly refused to do the act. You liked doing little favors such as this one as a way of showing your love to the brothers.

While you were lost in thought, you suddenly felt a weight on your thigh and looked to see Belphie resting his head against your leg. He seemed to be asleep so you switched off the hair dryer. His hair had completely dried and you placed the hair dryer down next to you. You heard Belphie whine and you giggled. You gently tapped his shoulder, trying to wake him enough to tell him you were done.

He didn't budge and you sighed. You attempted to stand up but you were stopped by Belphie clinging on to your leg. "Belphie, I'm done" you said. He shook his head and opened his eyes to look at you. "Can you stay with me? I'm comfortable" you stayed silent as you thought about it. You didn't have much to do today anyways and you enjoyed naps with Belphie.

"Fine but come up on the bed. It's more comfortable" He didn't say anything but you knew he agreed when he stood up and lazily plopped down on his bed. You smiled and crawled over to his side, lying down.

He scooted closer and moved to put his head on your chest. You happily sighed and moved your hand to run your fingers through his hair once more. You admired Belphie as he drifted off to sleep, a smile present on his face.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 04, 2021 ⏰

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