Belphegor x Reader: Reconciled

Chapter Five

The Human

Belphergor's violet eyes were imploring, a need flickering behind his beautiful violet irises. Do I have you?  He asked me. The air caught in my lungs, I was not prepared for that question. "I... Oh Belphie." I squeezed the demon close to me. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, the soft navvy and white hair tickling my nose. "No, Belphie, you don't have me."

He stiffened in my arms, lean muscles tensing, ready to pull away. I caught him, nestled into him. "But, that doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you... getting to know you." The demon stayed quiet. Guarded. Calculating the weight of my words. I continued, trying to explain myself better. "I like seeing you smile, Belphie. You're so melancholy and frowny, but when you smile... That's the Belphegor I want to know more about." I whispered against his forehead.

Belphegor squirmed. Was he uncomfortable? Tough. He started it with his questions. "Huh..." he said. "So you're curious too..."

"Curious?"

"About me... Like I am about you."

"Well, yeah." I said, "You're melancholy and mysterious." I ran my fingers through hair again, he rocked his head against my hand. An impish smile teased the corners of the demon's mouth that traveled all the way to his eyes, sparking. Devilish.

"Do you want to touch me more?" The demon whispered, "I don't mind."

The Avatar of Sloth

Her eyes went wide, surprised. Intrigued. This was a not something that was typical of the Avatar of Sloth. Of Asmodeus, certainly. Expected, actually. But from Belpheghor? The woman regarded him with her eyes, bright and curious, sweeping over him. He could almost feel the touch of her gaze. She slid her hand down from his, trailing over his neck, a single finger along his throat. "Are you going to touch me back?"

The Avatar of Sloth moved quickly, devilishly fast, and pinned her to the bed. His hands pressed against her upper arms, pressing her firmly into the mattress, the cow patterned pillow forgotten beside us. "Yes," he whispered against her cheek, his lips skimming her skin. Barely there. Her cheeks flushed hot; warmth radiated from her. He bit his lip. And then, he leaned over and bit her in the same place.

"Mhmm..." She purred against the demon's mouth. Belphegor moved smoothly, straddling himself over the human. He bit her again, teased her lips with his own. Drawing another soft moan from her. Her fingers fisted themselves in his hair, keeping him firmly against her mouth.

"Do you enjoy touching me?" he murmered between a kiss, "...if so..." Another nibble, teeth against her lip, "I don't mind." His arms slid behind her neck and shoulders, holding her to him. Still. His to kiss and touch and bite.

"Belphie..." She moaned.

"Yes?" he replied, hushed.

"Stop talking and kiss me more."

The demon groaned. Her words danced along his skin, prickling him with her need. Her need for him. Another kiss. She tugged his bottom lip with her teeth, acute pain shot through him, then bloomed into a radiating heat. She bit him again, harder. Sucked at his bottom lip, running her tongue tenderly over the swollen flesh. She was marking him. Leaving little bruises on his mouth. Claiming him for her own. He didn't have her.

She had him.

Belphegor groaned. Bright white stars were twisting and shimmering behind his eyelids, landing on him in hot bursts. He wanted the sensation to stop. He wanted to sensation to intensify. He slid his tongue against her mouth, encouraging her to welcome him in. Hot. Damp. Enthralling. The woman's hands released Belphegor's hair, his skull tingled at the rush of blood. Her hands slipped down his sides, landing at his hips, curling under the band of uniform slacks, thumbs toying at the buckle of his belt.

He nodded against her mouth. She hummed in response, both her voice and her heated body. The Avatar of Sloth's arms moved down her body, from her shoulders, arching him to her. An arm banded around her waist, the other tugging at her uniform, freeing her hips, exposing her skin to the air. Their eyes met; her eyes were hooded, glossy with pleasure. But Belphie felt alive, blazing with heat. She smiled, inclined her head in the smallest of nods.

Her hips pressed against him, a welcoming softness to his aching rigidity. They eased together, she gasped and the demon bit her shoulder, drawing another noise from her. She dug her nails into the bare skin at his hips. Belphegor inhaled, squeezing his eyes shut. Rocking against her. The smell of the woman, the feel of her, the erupting sparks. He was falling through nothingess; she was there to catch him. He whispered her name into her shoulder. Then, collapsed against her.

"Belphegor?" She said, softly. Her fingers were back in his hair, stroking along his scalp, the nape of his neck. Impossibly comforting. His eyes fell shut. He felt heavy, like the weight of his own frame was too much to bear.

"...Yes?" He said in reply, his voice thick and slow. The woman made a tittering sound, Belphie lifted his head and looked at her through his drowsy eyes.

"I thought you fell asleep already," she said warmly, massaging his nape with an affection hand. The demon dropped his head back down. Too heavy.

"No... not yet." He said, his eyes closed. The demon spoke, hesitating slightly. "Hey...umm. You'll make me feel good next time, too... won't you?"

The woman laughed in earnest, Belphie felt his cheeks flare with blood. Mocking me? He gritted his teeth. "Hush, Belphie..." the woman said softly. Her fingers moved from his neck, smoothing over his tensed jaw, pressing into the muscle. "Would I even be here if I don't want to make you feel good?" He unclenched his jaw. "Relax. Sleep. I'm here."

The Avatar of Sloth relaxed into the woman again. Was this it? Were things alright between them? Sleep pulled him down deeper, plunging him into a calming slumber. Drifting behind him, he knew, they were closer. He had someone there, just for him. Together. Reconciled.