Obey Me! One Shots & Scenarios [Shall We Date?]

Now: Belphegor x [F] Reader 🍋

"No, I'm tired"
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"I can't, Y/n. Let's do it tomorrow"
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"Y/n, not now"

Sheets ruffled as you flipped on your side, turning your back to your boyfriend. Lately, every attempt at the slightest intimacy was turned down by the sluggish demon. It was a consistently strange pattern of rejection that worried you.

      Did he lose interest in me?
      Is there someone else?

      You shook off the negative thoughts and pulled the duvet up to your chin. A sigh escaped your partner's lips as he felt the distance grow between you two while you shuffled away. Belphie's arm slipped out from under the blanket and reached out, gently holding your shoulder. "Come on, Y/n. Tomorrow, okay?", he comprised. You fell silent for a few moments, your brow furrowing.

"You don't have to say that anymore", you muttered. Belphie retracted his hand, dragging it along the sheets. "I know I make a lot of empty promises-". You pulled the duvet off of you, sitting upright on the lavish mattress and your feet planted on the wooden floor. "It's not that", you started, hunched over with your forehead in your palms. "I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt for so long. If you've lost interest in me, just let me know instead of dragging this on".

      The silence that followed weighed a thousand pounds. You heard shuffling and few creaks of the mattress behind you. The bed dipped slightly as Belphegor hovered over your shoulder. His warm breath tickled your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "Y/n, you're all I ever think about. It's not that I don't want you, it's just hard to manage my hypersomnia on top of our schedules. The time we have alone is rare; nights are hard for me to...". You could feel his skin warm against your neck. "perform well for you".

      You lifted your gaze, sitting upright as your fingers glided through his lengthy hair. "You're right, I shouldn't have doubted you". Belphie's arms loosened their hold while you carefully turned to face him. "Let's try this". You held his hands, folding them on your lap as you gazed at his eyes glazed with sleepiness. "Any time, any where you want to do it, just do it. When you feel well enough, don't ask me, just take me there".

A mischievous yet satisfied smile graced his lips, "I'd like that". Belphie's tone dropped to his usual somber tone as he pulled you down onto the bed with him. "Sleep", he grumbled. You hummed in response, nestling in the demon's arms for the remainder of the night.

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The next day went on like usual, but there was a new spark between you and Belphegor. The anticipation of spontaneous sex delighted you and him equally. His word was law, and so, you were pantiless for the entirety of the day. You caught a few longing glances from Belphegor as you passed between classes, his fingers brushing your thighs as he passed by. Your boyfriend always gave you love touches during the day, but today his fingers were electrifying.

In the midst of a lecture, you excused yourself to go to the restroom. Your shoes padded quietly down the empty hall, but were drowned out by heavier footsteps. Belphegor turned the corner, his eyes widening as you appeared. He made quick strides towards you, your own feet closing the space as well. The avatar of sloth lifted a hand to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Now".

Within moments, you were dragged into the men's room and pinned against the wall. Belphegor kicked a trash can towards the door, lodging it under the lock. His breath warmed your lips as leaned into you. A passionate, desperate kiss distracted you from his slender fingers dragging up your thighs and lifting your uniform skirt. A short chuckle escaped his throat at the absence of your panties. "Always ready for me, hm?". Belphie didn't wait for a response as he circled his fingers around your moistened folds. Your jaw fell, letting out moans of pleasure until his free hand covered your lips. "Sh, we don't have long", he scolded.

      Slick fingers retracted from your core and was quickly replaced by a throbbing tip swirling around your heat. Your knees weakened; it had been so long since your last rounds of intimacy with Belphie. A warm hand latched onto your thigh, holding it firmly to his waist as he pushed his length into your needy heat. A purr rumbled in his throat while you bit onto his neck to hold back your cries. His stance widened to ready himself to speed up, "I forgot how much I love this", he murmured in your ear. A slick tongue licked the crest of your ear, warm breath circling your neck. The demon's nails dug into your thigh as his hips moved in a steady rhythm. Using your wetness as his lube, he fit like a lock and key, unlocking your most vulnerable self.

      Without any release for so long, the avatar of sloth nearly busted just at the site of your body succumbing to his every movement. Even the most poised demons melt under the weight of pleasured whimpers and a body free to use and abuse. He felt you still weren't exposed enough to him. Belphegor grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. With hands groping your rear, the demon pulled you towards him in time with his thrusts, shoving his length inside to the absolute brim. You wouldn't be surprised if his balls managed to slip in a few times.

Your back united with the tile wall as Belphie braced and increased his pace. His thrusts matched his heavy breathing, earning mewls of delight laced with honey. Lips collided with your own in a chaste kiss to silence your phallic moans as the demon fought his own climax. With little stamina left to resist cumming, his fingers found your clit and hastily massaged it. You moaned into the heated kiss and gripped his shoulder tightly. Slapping of skin, heavy breathing, and guttural moans echoed in the rather lavish restroom as you neared your high together.

"B-Belphie! I'm gonna-a-".
      "Cum, Y/n"

      The low tone of his demand sent butterflies fluttering in your belly (or maybe it was the effects of his dick rearranging your guts). You came onto his cock with a cry, your juices dripping down your legs and his length. He pulled in a sharp breath as your released, finally reaching his own high after a few, rough, thrusts. A growl echoed in your ear as the pleasure of cumming in your abused heat surged through his body.

      Once you both had caught your breath, he slipped out of you and cleaned up the remnants of your session. You smoothed your skirt and uniform top, looking up at Belphie with a delighted grin. He returned a smiled and leaned down to place a warm kiss on your lips. "You better get back to class", he mused, leaving the restroom with a quick slap to your rear.

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      With the new spark in your relationship, you had many more opportunities for intimacy with Belphie. From quick oral in the kitchen to unconventional sex in Lucifer's office, all it took was one word to take complete control of your body.

      "Now".

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