Work Text:
Belphegor blinked awake in the middle of the night – something that was incredibly unusual for him. And what was more unusual was the reason for him being suddenly so wide awake - your series of incredibly explicit dreams involving none other than him.
He tried not to make a habit of observing people’s dreams, or interfering with them, but he had been in his own dreams when he heard you moaning out his name from yours. How could he not go take a peek at what exactly was going on in that little head of yours?
When he popped in (making sure you couldn’t notice his presence), you and the dream version of him were in the attic. The lights were out and the star projector was on and you were sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide and Dream Belphie in his demon form kneeling between your thighs. The little pinpoint lights of the projector swept over your face, open-mouthed, flushed, lost in pleasure. You were gripping Dream Belphie’s horns tightly, guiding his head exactly how you wanted it.
“Ohh fuck, fuck right there,” you moaned. “Don’t stop, Belphie, I’m gonna cum again!” And then your body froze and trembled, keening as you came in your dream, then collapsing back onto the bed.
Dream Belphie laid his head on your thigh, staring up at you. “Hey, you’re gonna make me feel good too, right?”
You grinned as you sat up again. “Of course.” You slipped off the bed, pushing Dream Belphie down on it and reversing your positions. Dream Belphie groaned and ran his fingers through your hair as you sunk your mouth down on his stiff cock.
“Oh, little human, you really dream about sucking me off?” Belphie thought to himself as he intently watched your dream continue.
He watched you reach down to rub your clit, making yourself moan around the cock of the dream version of him.
Everything suddenly got hazy and the dream switched. Belphie was disappointed that he didn’t get to watch your blowjob skills for a little longer, but was still interested in whatever else you were going to dream up tonight.
Next was a scene of him and all his brothers at tea at Lord Diavolo’s. Everyone around a huge table laden with food and chatting away about the latest happenings in the Devildom. You had a cheeky smile on your face and grabbed Dream Belphie’s hand, slipping it into your lap while you sipped your tea. Belphie himself pulled just a little bit of magic so he could see what was happening under the table and tablecloth.
Your legs were spread and your skirt hitched up just enough for Belphie to see you weren’t wearing panties. Dream Belphie’s hand was already high on your thigh and inching closer. You struggled to hide the shiver that ran through you and the look of pleasure on your face when Dream Belphies fingers slid along your wet slit. You nibbled at a scone and tried to keep up with the conversation around the table as Dream Belphie pushed two fingers inside of you.
Dream Belphie leaned over to whisper in your ear: “You’re so fucking wet even with everyone around. Look how hard you made me.”
You bit your lip when you glanced down to Dream Belphies lap, his erection clearly visible and straining his jeans. “What are you going to do about it?” Dream Belphie whispered again.
“What’s going on with you two?” Dream Lucifer asked.
“O-oh nothing!” you said, your cheeks flushed as Dream Belphie kept slowly pumping his fingers into your pussy. “Belphie was just telling me he was feeling pretty sleepy so I told him it would probably be fine if he laid his head down at the table for a few minutes.”
“Yup,” Dream Belphie yawned for emphasis.
“Hmm, well, as I was saying …” Dream Lucifer continued, suspicion abated. It was your dream after all.
You reached over and quickly undid Dream Belphie’s pants, pulling his stiff cock out underneath the table cloth. He laid his head down on the table on his free arm, making sure only you could see the grin on his face. Now only you would need to keep your expressions under control.
You stroked his cock, trying hard not to let the movement show above the table, and Dream Belphie kept plunging his fingers into your wetness. You were trying so hard not to let the arousal show on your face but it was clear that that too was only turning you one more. You were practically grinding your hips into Dream Belphie’s hand, staining the chair beneath you.
Dream Belphie too was fucking himself on your hand, slick with precum. And soon he was biting back a moan as he came in spurts under the table and you shuddered with it too, your eyes going dark with pleasure.
Then again the dream went hazy and the scene changed. Belphie recognized the RAD student council room, except it was just you and dream him there.
“Hurry, please Belphie,” you begged as Dream Belphie lifted you up onto a table. You hitched up your uniform skirt and pulled your panties to the side. “I need you so bad.”
Dream Belphie kissed you hard as he undid his uniform trousers and pulled himself out. He lined himself up and pushed into your wet and needy hole in a firm thrust.
“Ahh!” you moaned loudly and clutched onto him.
“You’re gonna get us caught moaning like that,” Dream Belphie said with a smile, kissing into your neck.
“S-sorry, I know, I’ll try to be quiet. Just please fuck me quick, Belphie. I’ve been thinking about it all day and I can’t wait anymore.”
“Well, when you ask like that …” Dream Belphie said then started thrusting hard and fast into you, making the table shake.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it. I’m gonna cum so fast,” you groaned quietly, burying your face in Dream Belphie’s shoulder.
And that’s when Belphegor woke himself up. He was achingly hard and he palmed his stiff cock through his underwear. He couldn’t handle watching you like that anymore. It was a turn-on, yes, but it also felt like he was somehow getting cuckolded by himself, which was decidedly frustrating. He threw off the sheets and padded quietly out of his room, listening to Beel snore softly as he gently shut the door.
He let himself into your room just as quietly and stood over your sleeping form. He let just a bit of his power flow out of him, sending you into a very deep sleep. “Naughty human, this is what you get for having such filthy dreams.”
He pulled the covers off you to find you sleeping in just a thin shirt and panties. He pulled your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts and fondled them, pinching your stiff nipples. He tugged his underwear down and kicked them away before giving his aching cock a squeeze. It wasn’t new to him to be turned on by you, but it was so much worse knowing exactly what you wanted to do to him and have done - or at least what you fantasized about.
He rubbed his cock over your lips, smearing precum on them, then opened your mouth and started to slide himself inside. In the back of his mind he let himself slip into your dream again. It was harder when he was awake, but worth it to have you physically and get to watch what was happening in your mind.
In your dream you and dream him were still in the RAD student council room, only now you were on your knees and were sucking Dream Belphie’s cock with him backed up against a table.
“Ha!” Belphie couldn’t help but laugh as he slid his dick deeper into your mouth, enjoying the heat of you. “Am I influencing your dream? Can you feel me in your mouth even when you’re so deeply asleep? Let’s try a little something, huh?” With that Belphie pressed all the way into your throat, cutting off your air.
In your dream you choked yourself on Dream Belphie too, taking him as deep as you could and not pulling off until Belphie in the real world backed off. The whole time your body remained still and perfectly asleep.
“Oooh, this is fun,” Belphie said with a moan. He held your head as he fucked your mouth, watching you mirror his movements in your dream. It was such a turn on to not only violate your sleeping body, but also get to see you enthusiastically sucking the dream version of him off.
He wanted more though, so he pulled out soon and climbed up on the bed. He pulled your panties off and spread your legs.
“Shit, you’re just soaking wet aren’t you, you filthy little human?” Belphie didn’t even need to touch you to see how much you were dripping in your own arousal. It made his cock throb to see it. He slid two fingers up your slit, pulling them back and scissoring them to watch your wetness glisten as it stuck to him. He wanted to play with you more but he was so turned on that he just couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
He lined himself up and sunk himself to the hilt inside your sleeping body. “Nnnhg, fuck you feel good,” Belphie cursed, stilling inside you to check in on your dreams. Now you were naked on his bed with Dream Belphie fucking you just like he was.
“C’mon move,” you whined in your dream, wrapping your arms around Dream Belphie’s shoulders.
“How bad do you want it?” Dream Belphie asked.
You wiggled your hips in your dream, seeking out friction. “Can’t you feel how wet I am? Just fuck me already!”
Belphie shuddered in the real world. “You got it,” he mumbled as he began to thrust. At the same time he started to dissolve his power over you, letting you slowly, slowly start to wake up. The feeling of your hot, pliant body under him was incredible. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust and your sleeping face start to twitch the closer you got to waking.
“Mmm…” you moaned softly as Belphie leaned down over you, laving his tongue over a nipple. He could feel your cunt twitching now, and peeping in once more on your dream he saw your face twisted in pleasure as you chanted how you were gonna cum.
Belphie moved his hips faster, watching you intently when suddenly your eyes opened wide and you were gasping, arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down hard on him and you shook with your orgasm.
“Huh? What?! What’s …?” You asked, your voice scratchy with sleep and a look of panic and confusion on your face.
“Don’t squeeze me so hard, human, or I’ll cum right now,” Belphie said with a groan, stilling his hips while you figured out what was happening.
“Belphie? Why are you?”
“How’s the real thing taste? You gave me such a warm invitation in your dreams.”
“My dreams?” You asked, still having this whole situation sink into your half-asleep and extremely aroused brain.
Belphie started to thrust again. “You’re cute when you’re stupid. You were moaning my name in your perverted little sex dreams. How could I not take that as an invitation to come here? And when I got here you had already soaked through your panties, so you must have wanted me to fuck you awake, hmm?”
“I didn’t … It wasn’t …Aaaah, Belphie!” Belphie angled his hips to grind against your sweet spot just as you were trying to explain yourself.
“See? Just like that. You really must be a stupid and … mmm … slutty human to dream about me like that … ngh … under the same roof.”
“Not, oohh, not my fault!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Belphie was thrusting wildly now. “You’re gonna take your punishment like a good little human. Ahh fuck. Take my cum!” He groaned as his cock pulsed and twitched inside of you, setting you off too.
“Belphie! Shit I’m …” once again you couldn’t finish a sentence, but this time it was because your toes were curling in the sheets as you came hard again.
You both lay there panting, Belphie’s cock still partially stiff inside of you and a large wet patch quickly cooling under you.
“That’s what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night hard as a fucking rock,” Belphie said as he let his weight drop onto you.
“I can’t control my dreams, unlike some people,” you said pointedly, poking him in the cheek.
“Oh, were you not enjoying those dreams?” he asked with a smirk.
You blushed. “That’s not what I said. Anyway, get off, the sheets are wet. I can’t go back to sleep like this.”
Belphie reluctantly rolled off you, but not before giving you a heated kiss. He watched you walk over to your bathroom, admiring your naked ass, then he pulled the wet sheet off the bed. He rummaged around in your room and found a towel. That’d do.
You raised an eyebrow at him when you came back to a towel over the bare mattress and him still in your bed. “It’s fine for now, just get back in here,” he said, wanting the heat of your body back in his arms.
You laid down on your side and he spooned up against your back, pulling the covers over both of you. “Those were some incredible dreams. You really are such a filthy human,” Belphie said into your neck, rutting his stiff cock against your ass.
“Mmm, Belphie, I wanna sleep.”
“Me too,” he said, slipping his cock inside of you. “Wanna sleep just like this so I’m ready if you have more dreams.”
You groaned but let him wrap his arms around you. “Okay, but I’ll need a little help to get back to sleep like this.”
“Done,” he whispered and kissed the back of your neck, giving you a little nudge toward sleep and following close after.
Belphie generally hated being woken up, but he thought right before he drifted back to sleep, that maybe it wasn’t so bad all the time.