Obey Me Smut-shots

In the Dark 💜

A/N: Needy Belphie x Tsun Cismale Reader (skip to second •{♤}• for ykw)
C/W: Non-con (Belphie is drowsy), Sexual harassment (from Belphie), MMA moves (?), Anal fingering, Anal sex (protected), Biting, Hickeys, Teasing, Kissing, Awkward virgin MC

"What, are you straight or something?" Belphie asked where he had you pinned on the couch. You glanced at Asmo, standing over to the side, feeling like you were about to have an aneurysm. You tried with no success to push him off you-- if anything, he got even closer to your ear. His frame is so tiny, in his normal form, at least, you thought you could fend him off, but...

Asmo laughed. "I think that's another issue, entirely. You don't see me trying to jump his bones in the middle of the house, do you~? There's a reason none of us have taken him, yet."

"Pssh, same reason none of you have eaten him yet. Too chickenshit. --Oh," Belphegor pulled back, trying to meet your eyes, "not that you have anything to worry about there. You're safe with me." He turned back to Asmo. You focused on keeping your heart from racing. "Besides, he secretly loves me, right?" He leaned even closer, so that you could even smell his breath.

"I don't! Please just get off me..." You turned your head. "And you! What are you standing there for?! Are you feeding off the lust, or something?!"

"Oo! Does that mean you're admitting you have lust for me?" You narrowly dodged Belphegor's 'kiss.' You weren't trying to treat this like the crisis you felt it was, but you also weren't trying to make some joke out of this demon getting this close to you. If you had it your way, you'd be staying in Purgatory hall to avoid him.

"No!"

Asmo chuckled again. "Well, whose lust do you think I'm feeding off of? Certainly not my sweet younger brother's~"

"Sweet is pushing it..." you growled.

"I'm just treasuring this rare opportunity. You don't get this way around the others~"

'This way' being actively running the other direction when you saw him, shutting down conversation and blocking him, and even avoiding talking about him. It's true, you were hiding secret feelings:
You were terrified of Belphegor. You'd spent nights, after he'd first returned, waiting by the door, ready to call Mammon if he burst in, ready to crush you beneath his hoof once more. You still had nightmares reliving the alternate universe, occasionally. Even more horrific: nobody noticed. The brothers acted like he was one of the more normal of them. Those feelings you saw in him the night you released him, though, would definitely not be erased by a simple timeline rewrite. His relentless pursuit of you proved it. He was, next to Lucifer, the most twisted demon you'd met, by far.

"I-I..." Belphegor's hands were on your shoulders and knee on your thighs. You couldn't move. Your heart pounded out of your chest. But, like Asmo had predicted, some strange part of you felt sparks of electricity where his neck grazed yours. You could tell what he was doing without even seeing him move. It didn't make you feel any better about having him there, though. He bit your ear. "Ah!" You flinched away. Looking over Belphegor's shoulder, you noticed Beel enter the room, club sandwich stacked high.

"Beel," Belphegor said in acknowledgement, even though he'd entered silently.

"...Belphie." Beel analyzed the situation, becoming increasingly worried. You hoped you weren't giving your fear away too much.

"Belphegor's teeth are sharp!" you tattled.

Asmo gasped. "That was so not a 'Belphie's teeth are sharp~' sound."

Belphegor gave the biting a rest and pulled you into a hug. You wanted to scream. It was too tight. "That didn't hurt, did it? Sowwy, Y/N~"

"Stop playing innocent and get off me!" You could flail all you wanted, but his koala hug was just as, if not stronger, than his straddle tackle. Beel watched in confusion. Did Belphegor and Asmo see something that he couldn't, or was this straight up what it looked like. He raised a finger, feeling a bit like captain obvious.