Curate, connect, and discover
Summary: Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!
Warnings: smut, switch!reader, switch!belphie, swearing, dry humping, belphie's kinda ooc oops
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
Honestly, no one’s really in control, it’s just soft, morning sex haha. People always paint him as a mean dom or a bratty sub, but I really just want some soft!belphie content, is that so much to ask?? So please enjoy some ooc Belphie!! And, as always, requests for this fandom are always welcome :)
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Belphie wakes up slowly, as always. It’s dark in the attic, and Belphie wonders if maybe he should get some string lights or something to make it a little cozier. While he didn’t quite care, himself, you were staying up here with him more and more, and he wanted you to feel safe in the attic, with him. But better lighting was a thought for a different time, now was a time to drift back off, snuggled up close to you.
“Belphie?” a groggy voice murmured, startling him out of his thoughts. “G’morning, what time is it?”
He shrugs, pulling you closer. “Doesn’t matter, let’s go back to sleep.”
You groan quietly, wiggling in his hold. “I promised Asmo I would go shopping with him later, and anyway, I can’t keep brushing off my homework.”
He pouts as you begin to sit up. “Can I at least have a kiss before you go?”
You smile softly, leaning back down. “Of course.”
The kiss starts gently, neither of you being much of a morning bird. But as you start to pull away, Belphie pulls you back down desperately, whining into your mouth. You indulge him, knowing quite well where this was going. Asmo was going to have a fit, but honestly, you could care less. Your boyfriend was needy, who were you to deny him?
“Wake up horny, baby?” you tease, eyes still straining to find his features in the dark.
“Jus’ want you to stay,” he says, softly, sounding more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard him. “Please?”
You melt back into him, letting the blankets swallow you both. “Alright, but once noon hits you’ve gotta let me up, okay, bubs?”
Reluctantly, he nods and presses himself into you. You can feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing into your leg, and you rub your thigh lazily into him, smiling as he groans. His hands are everywhere, tugging on your shirt, gripping your hip, massaging your chest. You moan softly, letting him do as he will with you.
“‘m still tired love, think you can get off jus’ from some rubbing?” you mutter, almost condescending.
“Whatever you want, MC, jus’ want you here with me,” he says. You could swear he sounded a little teary, but you didn’t want to point it out. You weren’t in the mood to be mean to him when he was being so honest with you, so you adjust so that your clothed sex is in line with his, groaning as his hips rolled and you got some much-needed friction.
“Could get off on your sounds alone,” Belphegor admitted, smirking at the moan that followed his statement. “Sound so pretty, feel so good.”
If you weren’t still groggy you’d have something snarky to say back, but in your current state, all you could do was press a little harder into him, matching his slow pace. Humping into each other like this, hidden in the attic where you just know Beel will smell the lingering scent of sex in the air later, felt so god damn dirty, but you couldn’t help it. If you didn’t wake up excruciatingly horny, you certainly were now. Rolling yourself into Belphegor a little harder (but, in all honesty, not much faster), you both moan.
You could feel the tightening in your core and, based on his sounds and the way his breath was picking up, Belphegor wasn’t far behind you. His hand found your hair, pulling you into a sloppy, desperate kiss. You can’t hold back your sounds anymore, moaning into his mouth as you clench around nothing.
“Gonna cum,” you say as you pull back. “Gonna cum, wan’ you to cum with me, come on baby, please, wan’ it so bad, make a mess of yourself-”
He curses loudly as his hips stutter, pulling your orgasm out of you as well. Panting into each other, you snuggle closer, ignoring the stickiness that now coated your underwear.
“Don’t even want to clean up?” he snorted, looking down lovingly at you.
“We’ve only got…” you peer blearily at the clock. “Shit, it’s already 12:15?!”
You wiggle out from under the blankets and out of his arms, apologizing for the sad noise he makes when you begin towards the exit.
“Sorry darling, but I’ve got 15 minutes until I have to meet with Asmo, and I really don’t want to meet up with him smelling like sex,” you say, legs a little wobbly. “I’ll make it up to you, promise!!”
“Stay with me tonight?” he says. “‘s all I want.”
“I’d stay with you every night, sweetheart, if you’d let me,” you say before you can stop yourself. You turn away, flustered, embarrassed that your brain wasn’t awake enough to filter your thoughts.
“You’re always welcome,” he says softly, as you begin to slip out. You look up at him, eyes wide, a splitting grin overtaking your features.
“You’re never going to get rid of me,” you say, all smiles. And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Word Count: 837