Dance for Me
In which MC is finally alone for the first time in forever
Note: Please excuse the slight sin ;;;; I couldn’t help it. The song is titled Cyber Sex by Doja Cat, if you want to listen to it yourself. It’s a good ass song, I do recommend it 100%.
For the first time in months, you were alone.
The brothers were out on student council business, and would be away from the House of Lamentation until late into night, or so said the note taped to the fridge. Just to be safe, you looked around the house, checking each and every potential hiding spot for any stray demons hiding about. When you finally verified that you were in fact alone, you let out a primal scream before booking it to your room.
This was your opportunity to let finally loose, and you were sure as hell going to take it.
The first thing you did was strip off your uniform, leaving nothing but your undergarments and socks, and tugging on your boyfriend’s large button down over your body. You tied your hair up, sighing in content as you stretched your limbs like a cat after a long day of napping. You ran out of your room, eager to fit a year’s worth of tasks into a couple of hours.
Your first task was to clean the house. While it sounded like tedious work to literally anyone else, you actually liked cleaning. It was mindless and easy, and it helped you relax. However, you weren’t allowed to clean because, as Lucifer so kindly put it, “You are a guest in this house, and as a guest, you will not be cleaning the messes of my younger brothers.” Even when you told him you liked to clean, he wouldn’t budge, and you were banned from even looking at the broom. With a determined huff, you started with the upper floor of the house, working your way through the closets, bathrooms, and various multi-purpose rooms before making your way down to the lower floor, blasting music from your portable speaker as you worked.
You finally reached the kitchen, setting your speaker down on the island counter. It was still rather early in the evening, so you had a couple hours before your boyfriend had to come in for dinner duty. As you began to dust the cabinets, a familiar tune began playing on your speaker, and you peeked out from behind the glass window of the cabinet.
“I haven’t heard this in forever,” you whispered excitedly to yourself. “I wanna touch in you.. You see me in my room.. Wish you were here right now, all of the things I do.” You jumped off the counter, grabbing your broom and dancing around with it, swaying your hips left and right with the beat of the music. “I wanna get freaky on camera, I love-“
You screamed, whipping around and eyes widening in shock as you saw your boyfriend standing at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Come again? You’d want to what?”
He would feign surprise, not wanting to admit that he had been watching you for a while. He liked the way your hips moved, and the way you looked in his shirt was downright sinful.
He’d let out a chuckle as he walked closer to you, pushing your hair out of your face as he pulled you up against his body.
“Tell me, MC,” he began. Your body became unreasonably hot, but you made no effort to move as he began to sway with you. “What kind of things would you want to do?”
His heart would immediately stop working, beating irregularly as you lowered the broom. You waved shyly at him, tugging his shirt lower.
“Ya, ah-“ Mammon would sitter. “It’s getting really hot, wow, um.. Continue, please?”
You were to embarrassed to continue, and were about to turn off your speaker when he stopped you, twisting your wrist gently and pushing you against the counter.
“I want ya to continue, princess,” he’d whisper in your ear. “Won’t ya dance for me some more?”
“M-MC! What are you doing, people could see your-“
Poor baby would be an absolutely blushing mess, seeing you dancing like that in nothing but an oversized shirt. His oversized shirt, no less.
Seeing him so flustered, it made you even more confident. You moved in ways that intentionally made your shirt - his shirt - ride up, just barely covering your ass. You gestures for him to come closer, reaching for his tie and pressing your body against his.
He positively melted as you sang to him, taking his hands and placing them on your hips.
He would smirk knowingly, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Go on,” he would tell you. “Nobody told you to stop.”
He would come closer to you, taking your hands and joining you in a sensual dance. You giggled as he kissed the palm of your hand before working his way down your arm and up towards your neck.
“Let’s continue this little performance in my room, shall we?”
He’d watch you for a second, keeping his presence hidden from you, but he would eventually join you. This song was fantastic, after all.
“You want to get freaky?” He’d tease you. “We should get freaky.”
He would corner you towards the island, pushing you up onto the counter and shimmying between your legs. He’d continue to dance in time with the music as he nibbles your neck and ears.
“I don’t mind getting freaky with you, MC.”
He had never seen this side of you, so he was a little taken a back when he saw you dancing so provocatively. The fact that you were wearing his shirt and his shirt only didn’t help the situation happening in his nether regions.
He would lean against the counter, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watched you roll your body against the broom. “Move like that some more,” he would say suddenly, startling you.
You grasped at your chest, ready to scold him for scaring you, but Beel moves closer, sweeping you into his arms.
“On second thought, we should move somewhere a bit more private,” he said. “I don’t like the idea of anyone else seeing you move like that.”
He would absolutely take a few pictures first, and quite possibly a video or two, before he made his presence known. He would lean against the door frame, clearing his throat after a moment or two so you would acknowledge his presence.
He delighted in the embarrassed squeak that escaped your mouth when you finally noticed him. “Belphie!” You cried. “How long have you been standing there.”
“Not long enough,” he replied. He pushed himself away from the doorframe and over to the counter, where he beckoned you with a finger. “Come do your dancing over here.”
