Obey Me Smut-shots

Spotter ❤

A/N: Beelzebub x Innocent CisMale Reader

C/W: Softcore, Blood, Biting, Injury, Sex After Exercise, Sweaty Action, Ahegao, Jocks

Your day started as per usual, getting up for your jog and then beginning your training in your room. You used to be an amateur MMA fighter in the human realm, and despite how abrasive you originally were to the Devildom, you warmed up more when the brothers began to embrace who you were. You and Levi played shooter video games, Mammon and Asmo helped you shop for good casual outfits and sportswear, Lucifer helped you sign up for your favorite afterschool sports club, etc.

What really helped you adjust, however, was very early on in your stay. Beelzebub had destroyed the wall between your room and the kitchen. Back then everything felt disorienting and aggressive, even with Mammon, who was supposed to protect you. During your time staying in his room, though, his gentle nature was the only one to disarm you.

After the repairs were complete and you returned to the room with uneven colored drywall, Beel took it upon himself to help you redesign the room to better suit the "you" he had seen.

"The way you look at your room now... is the exact way I looked at it when I first arrived here," he explained as he effortlessly moved around a bench press he'd bought for you. "I was scared, and struggling with all sorts of feelings. I think I repressed most of them in the Celestial Realm. I couldn't handle them."

You had looked at him confused, before remembering that being gluttonous was likely frowned upon. Now you look back as you do your push-ups this morning and see how that statement also applies to yourself. You busied yourself in life, never paying much mind to the others around you, working your 9-5 and training in the mornings and evenings. You had no time for romance and you didn't want to expose your body to the lifestyle of partying. Now, your curiosities are giving way to certain daydreams and you don't know how to stop them.

The timer beeped another 2 minute lap and you moved onto sit ups. You were just a loner. An (ahem) adult virgin. You weren't even sure who you desired or what you wanted them to do to you. You didn't even think you were gay before the Devildom and its damn six-packs taught you otherwise. You heard a rap on the door. You bade them entry.

You had your mat positioned facing the door, so you easily saw Beel come in, muscular build filling the frame and orange hair shining like fire in the window's thin morning light. The ratty cutoff T-shirt you had from the human realm hung low on you, exposing your nipples at certain angles and providing ample air flow. Your legs were shown off by the retro athletic shorts Asmo had picked for you. He told you you'd feel cute. You felt embarrassed around the others. Especially when around Beel.

"'Morning, Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted me to hold the stopwatch for you," he proposed with a cheery smile.

He was asking if you wanted him to keep you company. No one else was up at this hour. "Sure, Beel. Thanks," you grunted, keeping your pace.

He was wearing a black wife-beater that outlined his torso nicely and long green striped athletic shorts. As he drew nearer you noticed he'd been working out that morning also (he'll take the occasional skip day to sleep in or for breakfast duty as do you), by the sweat, pit stains, and limber motion for the early morning.

He grabbed the timer and sat on the bench of the bench-press. You felt him subconsciously counting your reps in his head. Despite his lack of logical thinking he was pretty good at arithmetic.

The timer beeped again and you moved onto squats without a second thought. Out of the corner of your eye he began to shift around. Eventually he stood to leave.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just remembered I've gotta take a shower before breakfast."

You gave pause. There was more than enough time after you finish your final exercise. "I could use a spotter on these weights I'm about to try, y'know?" you hinted.