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belphie rubs his left eye sleepily, biting his bottom lip as he takes in your sleeping form. he's nearly frozen in place, unsure of what to do. originally, he was having trouble falling asleep and thought jerking off would do the trick, however, there's only a 50-50 chance it'd work when he was having one of those nights where sleep, unfortunately, didn't come easy. he had pulled his sweats up, climbed out of bed carefully to not wake beel, and found himself softly padding down the hallway to your room, hoping his raging hard-on would go down by the time he made it to your door.
he knocked softly before shaking his head, scoffing at himself. you couldn't hear it anyway as you were most likely asleep. instead, he slowly opened the door to make sure it wouldn't creak, slipped inside and shut it the same way before slowly making his way to your bed.
the blankets were half on you, half on the floor, exposing one foot and most of your upper body. it was to no one's surprise that you were asleep as it was extremely late and the days events were tiring. belphie stood there, unaware of what to do as he watched your sleeping form, chest rising and falling softly.
belphie always thought you looked pretty when you were asleep, your features visibly softer, peaceful, and he inwardly groaned when he felt his dick twitch, coming back to the reality of his predicament. a hand slowly comes to grip at his pants, the temptation to palm himself through his clothes like a scratch you couldn't resist itching. he should leave, really, especially since there was no way he could climb into bed to cuddle with you now that he has a raging hard on - but he couldn't bring himself to pick up his feet and turn around, entranced by your sleeping figure, your pretty face and slightly parted lips...
the observations only make him harder, like the way your shirt has ridden up, showing a little bit of your stomach and waist, or the fact that you're not wearing a bra and your nipples are extremely visible through the thin fabric. belphie holds back a groan, covering his mouth with one hand as the other one slowly works up his pants. tentatively, his eyes never leaving your face, he rubs himself over his pants. the feeling is electric, sending a shock up his spine and he throws his head back, eyes closed and a soft moan falling from his lips. immediately, belphie goes rigid at the sound, slowly bringing his head down and opening his eyes to look at you.
you're still sleeping, still in the same exact spot as you were earlier, chest rising and falling as usual. he sighs, relieved you're still asleep. carefully, belphie steps forward, coming closer to the edge of your bed. he peers into your face, eyes raking over your chest, your stomach and hips. he stifles another moan, palming himself through his pants. he shouldn't be doing this, he knows he shouldn't be doing this...but it feels so good, unbelievably good, that he doesn't know if he can stop - if he wants to stop. he thinks about turning around and leaving, going to the bathroom or something to rub one out, but as quick as the thought enters his mind it's gone, and he's left standing in front of you, a firm hand stroking his dick.
belphie pulls up his shirt and puts it into his mouth, biting down on it to stifle his noises as he rubs his thumb carefully over the slit of his cock, imagining it was your tongue instead. he imagines you kissing the head softly, licking fat strips up the side of his cock before putting it into your mouth, taking it all the way to the base. he jerks, leaning back as he closes his eyes, hands gentle as he plays with the tip, slowly thrusting into his hand. his pants soon become annoying, and without taking his eyes off you belphie pulls himself out of sweats. he shivers when the cold air hits him, the tip of his cock covered in pre. belphie yearns to touch you, to kiss you, to feel your lips wrapped around his cock. he can picture just how pretty you'd look, looking up at him through sleepy, half-lidded eyes as you messily sucked his cock. he moans into his shirt, the fabric slowly being soaked with his saliva.
"hnn!" he moans into the shirt, flicking his wrist as he strokes his cock, throwing his head back.
belphie steps closer to you, just a little bit more, his cock twitching in his hand. everything in him is screaming to stop, to step away and leave your room, telling him that this is wrong, that jerking off to an innocent, unsuspecting sleeping person is wrong, but it sends a rush of adrenaline through him, gets his heart racing, makes him so unbelievably aroused that his mind goes blank and all he can think about is how good he feels and the need to cum.
he whines, jerking as he thrusts into his hand, his arousal growing bigger and bigger as the seconds go by; the more he watches your slow breathing, your hardened nipples poking your shirt, your beautiful, goregous sleeping face...those pretty, slightly parted lips of yours.
belphie's slowly losing control, light-headed and dizzy with the need to come that he doesn't even think, not for a second when he comes even closer, directing his cock to your lips and rubbing the tip on them. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he moans, loud and needy, the shirt falling from his mouth as he does so. he's too far gone, too consumed by the pleasure and arousal of doing something so morally wrong to care about staying quiet. he does lift his shirt up again though, getting it out of the way for a better view as he gently taps the head of his cock against your lips.
it feels better than he had expected, softer than he had imagined, and he can't bring himself to stop, the idea of you waking up and catching him egging him on further. belphie draws back just a little, your lips glistening with his pre-cum. it elicits a groan from him, one that he doesn't bother to hide as he rubs the tip on your lips once more, focusing on the task of covering them completely. he groans when he's finished, feelings of pride swelling up in his chest.
belphie continues to stroke himself, his pace quickening when he feels that familiar pit growing in his stomach, toes curling as he tugs his cock.
"coming, close, fuck." he hisses, a whine falling from his lips as he comes, thick, hot streams of white hitting your cheek and lips, falling onto the bed and your clothes loudly. belphie doesn't care, head thrown back as he moans, high-pitched and throaty as he empties his balls. he taps his cock against your cheek, moaning whilst he strokes himself, eyes slowly opening as he looks down at you.
his heart drops as you look up at him with wide eyes, cum covering your lips and cheek. he moans, a strangled, lusty sound as he flushes deep red, cheeks flaring up with embarrassment.
"i-it's not what it looks like!" he exclaims, voice raspy, but he makes no move to stop his ministrations, instead, continuing to stroke himself until he's coming again, spilling all over your face once more with a strangled groan.
you don't say anything, shocked at the situation you've found yourself in. instead, you reach up to wipe away some of the cum on your cheek with a finger, eyes locked with belphie's as you slowly bring the finger to your mouth. you make a big show of licking the cum off it, swirling your tongue around your fingertip and hollowing your cheeks as you take it all in. belphie moans, eyes closed and head thrown back, his flaccid cock hardening once more.