Our Little Secret
Belphegor x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: explicit sexual content, somnophilia, noncon, siscon if you squint (Lilith mention), necrophilia if you squint some more, chapter 16 mention, choking, just straight up creep/yandere behavior on Belphie’s part, degradation. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Please read the tags carefully and block any that you may be uncomfortable with ^_^
A/N: heyyy i hope the freaks enjoy this one. This is my first noncon fic so go easy on me hehe. Anyway, requests are open and judgment free, so DM me or send an ask and we’ll see where things go. Enjoy!
Belphegor stands over you as you sleep, his eyes watching intently as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths. You look so peaceful. So vulnerable and unguarded. He attempts to time his breathing with your own. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. With each breath he begins to wonder how your heart sounds in your chest. How quickly or slowly does it thump? Is each pump of blood through your body just for him, or does your heart beat for another? The idea of you caring so deeply for anyone other than himself — or Beelzebub — sets him on edge, sending a jolt of possessiveness through him. Belphegor sucks in a sharp breath and finally makes his move, slowly and quietly slipping under the sheets next to your sleeping form. He snuggles up to you and basks in the warmth that your body emits, inhaling deeply and taking in the scent of you; your shampoo and body wash from the shower you had taken just a few hours prior, mixed with your natural scent. The aroma is intoxicating and he finds himself growing hard in his pajama pants.
Despite how wrong he knows it is, Belphegor decides to take the risk and grind onto your backside ever so gently, sighing at the sensation of your ass pressed against his hardening cock, only the fabric of your respective sleep clothes separating bare flesh. He freezes momentarily when you stir and pulls away just a hair to make sure he isn’t caught in such a depraved act, loosing a breath of relief when you settle back into a comfortable sleep.
That was indeed a close call but the demon finds himself wanting more, the proximity to you paired with the excitement of the situation making his cock throb in his pants. He pauses for a moment and tries to think of a way he can get away with this. If you wake up and find him humping you like a pathetic dog in heat he knows you’ll be furious and surely out him for his depravity. He finds himself considering just leaving and giving himself a wet dream, instead, and that’s when he gets an idea.
Using his magic, Belphegor plants the seed of a dream in your subconscious and whispers a little incantation in infernal to keep you fast asleep as the dream takes over. He doesn’t know exactly what horny scenario he managed to sneak into your brain but it seems to be working as he watches your body begin to writhe. Small whimpers leave your lips and your brows pinch in pleasure from whatever dream infects your headspace. A wide, almost maniacal grins parts his lips, taking pleasure in your body’s response to the dream, and he takes the opportunity to grope and prod at your rather receptive form. His hands grasp at your waist and slide up your torso, pushing your sleep shirt up and over your chest as he moves his fingers further. Belphegor takes the time to fondle your chest, squeezing at the fat and teasing your nipples while he almost drools at how soft your skin is and how you whine at his touch. He can feel himself growing impossibly hard, his weepy tip straining against the front of his pajama pants. But patience is a virtue and he’s feeling rather virtuous at the moment.
Belphegor begins pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat, licking and biting ever so often while still groping at your soft flesh. He presses his nose to the crook of your neck to inhale your scent deeper, closer, almost able to smell the blood that pulses through that pulse point. Your soft skin and pleasant smell reminds him of his beloved Lilith. It comforts him, cradles his mind and soul, and reassures him that the human below him must be enjoying this as well. If you weren’t, your hips wouldn’t be bucking like they are, searching for more friction. Unable to resist, Belphegor drags his hand down your body and pushes past the waistband of your sleep pants to tease your folds, fingers becoming slick with your arousal. He shudders at the feeling, his own body only growing more needy by the second.
Though he may be growing impatient, he manages to hold back as he toys with your body, making you writhe and grind onto his fingers as soft whimpers leave your lips. Your cheeks glow crimson in the low light of your bedroom, skin becoming shimmery with a thin layer of sweat. Things must be getting pretty heated in the dream. Belphegor may have to pick up the pace to keep up with your needy little cunt. Without any further hesitation, he slips one finger, then another into your slick hole, pumping them in and out at a leisurely pace. Your whimpers and whines turn into quiet moans when he finally presses the pads of his fingers into that little sweet spot that makes you squirm.
“Finally using that voice for me,” he coos softly. “You’re such a good little thing for me, aren’t you? Letting me touch you like this while you sleep.” He leans down to whisper into your ear despite the fact that you won’t even register his voice at all. “I’m gonna come all over you and you won’t even know it~”
Belphegor withdraws his fingers and chuckles darkly at your little whine and the way your hips chase after him. So needy, he thinks. He sucks the remnants of your arousal from his fingers, savoring the taste of you while he pushes his pants down to his thighs and frees his aching cock, stroking it a few times like he’s getting off on just watching you sleep. It doesn’t take him long to remove your pants as well, dragging them down to your ankles. He’s pleasantly surprised that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Did you know he would do this? Did you leave your cute little undies off just for him, so he could stuff you as he pleases? The very thought excites him to no end and he wastes no more time in settling between your legs and rubbing his length along your wet pussy. Belphegor shivers at how hot and wet it is, teasing himself before finally pushing into your tight heat. He hisses at how firmly your walls squeeze him and suck him in, taking him deeper and deeper, like your body is made for this.
“Nothing but a little cocksleeve,” he rasps, beginning to thrust shallowly. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you? Always sleeping around with the others…”
A slight snarl leaves him as his thrusts grow harder and faster, his hands roughly grabbing at the fat of your thighs.
“Well, now it’s my turn. You’re a slut for me, now, and it’ll be our little secret.”
Belphegor’s movements become more violent as he pounds into your poor little pussy, his movements finally breaking the dream and pulling you out of your slumber. Your eyes fly open, wide and confused while you try to process what’s happening. You try to speak only for moans to fall from your lips as your body trembles with intense pleasure from how deep Belphegor is fucking you.
“B-Belphie! Wha-“
You’re cut off by his slender fingers wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides just enough to make you dizzy.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, his grip tightening slightly. The feeling of your throat beneath his palm, your blood pulsing just beneath your warm skin brings him back to the day he had killed you (or an alternate version of you) and the memory makes his cock twitch inside you. He could kill you again right now, snap your neck like nothing and keep fucking you until he can’t anymore, but he doesn’t. He knows that would be the end for him. Besides, you’re too fun to have around and Beel would be sad if you weren’t, so his grip on your neck loosens as he fucks into you harder. His teeth are bared as he stares down at your blisses out expression, jaw slack and drooling as the most delicious sounds fall from your lips. He can feel the way your cunt squeezes him impossibly tight and he knows you’re close.
“Come on my cock, you stupid slut. C’mon, do it!”
His fingers squeeze your neck once more while he drives his cock into the deepest parts of you and that sends you over the edge. The most depraved sounds resonate through your room as you convulse violently under him, body writhing and eyes rolling back form the intensity of your orgasm. Belphegor grunts and growls as he reaches his own high. His hips slam into yours a few more times before shooting thick ropes of come into your womb, his cock pulsing with each pump that has the tip pressing right into your g-spot.
The two of you catch your breath for what seems like forever before either of you speak, your groggy voice breaking the silence.
“Just ask next time.”
Belphegor’s cheeks flush brightly as if he’s just now realizing that what he did was wrong. He all but squeaks in his true manipulative manner.
“Okay.”
At least you aren’t mad.
