since the twins birthdays are coming up...how would they react to a Male! Mc being their surprise gift ;)
if this is uncomfortable for you feel free to ignore :)
i love this! i was already thinking about it when in their bday event beel’s gift was a ‘sweet treat’. cw for demoncest below, as well as consensual somnophilia (ofc) and food play! Stay safe! - 💗
Excitement was overcoming your nervousness, as you stood in the center of your room, fixing the thigh highs trapped around your thighs. You stood in front of your mirror, analyzing the outfit you wore- dark, navy blue thigh-highs with yellow stars embroidered on the fabric, as well as a black pair of panties that hugged your cock. You turned around, peeking back to take a view of your ass- you couldn’t even tell you were wearing anything from back there...it somehow made it nicer.
You also wore one of Beelzebub’s hoodies, the usual scent of sweets and musk filling your nostrils as you brought the sleeves to your nose. You could also smell the faint smell of sweet milk- Belphie. He frequently cuddled with Beel as well as wore his hoodies, so that wasn’t a surprise.
You sucked in a slow, soft breath before you nodded to yourself. It was their birthday in a few minutes- okay, so maybe you stayed up till midnight just waiting for this very moment. You wanted to be the first person to congratulate them- your little attic club sandwich. So here you were, grabbing your bag of supplies, pulling the hoodie over your ass just in case Lucifer was doing his daily rounds in the halls, or Satan was up late reading in the halls, and you ran off.
By the time you got to the twin’s room, it was midnight. You felt giddy, as you gently opened the door. You spotted the two, curled up together on Belphie’s bed, surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals. Belphie was on his stomach, hugging his pillow tightly, while Beelzebub’s arm was trapped under him, his head rested gently on his, drool probably wetting the smaller’s hair.
You smiled fondly, at the scene, before you were setting the bag by the bed, and crawling onto it. You settled yourself behind Belphie, trailing your hands up his thighs, exposed by the shifted cow print fleece blanket. You watched his sleeping form, his chest rising and falling. He looked so sweet and innocent, but you knew as soon as he was awake, that’d change.
You leaned over his form, crotch pressed against his cow print boxer-clad ass, pressing your face against his neck. You breathed in his scent of sweet milk, as you ground slowly against him, “Happy birthday, Belphie...” ...For once, he actually stirred in his sleep, shifting under you to rub back against your cock. Your breath hitched, “Hurry...you have a present waiting for you, but we have to get Beel up too, you know...”
“...Ngh...Y/N? Ah...” Belphie’s eyes were slowly opening as he peeked up at you. He blinked, still half asleep, “...Is it birthday time?” You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “Mhm...and I have a sweet treat for you, okay?” Belphie nodded sleepily, watching as you rose off his body, and moved over to Beel.
You sat on his chest, straddling him, cock hard against him. You ran your hands along his chest and shoulders, grinding down slowly, “Beel...wake up...” Belphie watched, a little smirk now on his lips. He leaned over, suddenly very deeply kissing his twin. You watched with big eyes, as Beel began to suck on Belphie’s tongue, drool running down his chin, grabbing at your hips in the process,
“Ah...Hungry...Belphie?...Nh...” A sleepy Beel pulled back from the kiss, hugging a now panting Belphegor to his side. He spotted you, cheeks heating up, “Oh...Hi, Y/N...is it time already?” You smile, rutting your cock in between his pecs, now. You loved when he went shirtless...”Mhm...And I brought you a sweet treat, okay?”
Beel’s pupils blew wide, and he nodded, “O-Okay...where is it? Is it a cake?” You laugh again, before you slowly removed the hoodie, throwing it to the floor, “Mh...nope. No cake...” You reached down by the bed, picking up the bag and untying the knot you made. You pulled out...a can of whipped cream.
You heard Beelzebub moan, just at that, and you had to stop from laughing again. You were settling back on the bed, so Beelzebub and Belphegor could sit up. They watched you pull the cap off the can with your teeth, then slowly spray a dollop against your nipples.
You looked up, spotting the insanely hungrily gaze of both of the boys- both for very different reasons, and you purred,
