Braces [[Belphegor X Fran]] (+17)

A/N: For Vannesza :D -cough- pleasedon'tkillmeforcockblocking
This is my first time writing about braces... or rather about braces fetish. I've never thought about it before but I suppose anything can turn people on XD
Since I don't know much about braces, I can't go into full detail >_< but I did my best with research.


“Sempai if you’re not going to be helpful, please go away.”

Fran stared apathetically at the blonde haired prince as he held the balloon in his hand.

Bel had made it a mission to make the younger man’s life hell since he’s going through it himself. Braces, he thought, were an irritating thing and because of them he found himself in pain. The pain has dulled since the first two weeks but it still stung when he ate anything too hard.

His hard work was being ruined as he watched Bel pop another balloon with the steak knife he was polishing. The green haired teenager was slowly getting annoyed though it didn’t show on his face, he had to blow air into those balloons and that took time.

The balloon pump had been jeopardized and the helium tank was empty due to a certain blond.

“Would you stop popping the balloons sempai? The café will be opening in an hour and I have to get the cake ready as well as blow these balloons, you’re not making it easier,” Fran’s monotone voice made Bel grin, showing his shiny metallic braces.

He knew it was getting on his nerves and he loved it!

“Ushishishishishi~”

Ignoring him, Fran began filling another balloon, only to have it burst in his face.

“Don’t ignore the Prince,” Bel grinned as he pointed the knife at the young man’s face.

“Why?”

“Because I am a Prince.”

“Indeed.” Fran mocked as he opened another packet of balloons.

He twitched, irked by the stoic boy.

Grabbing the green haired teen by the arm, he jerked the boy towards him a rough tug.

“Sempai… would you please-,” before he could finish his sentence, a pair of hungry lips were placed upon his own.

The blonde smirked into the kiss, his tongue gently gliding over his kouhai’s bottom lip before allowing his teeth to sink into the soft, sensitive piece of flesh. Receiving a moan in return for the loving gesture, his lips eagerly parted to allow the blonde to explore further.

He could never decide if he liked the pain that Bel inflicted upon him at times when they made love. But he had definitely decided that Bel having braces was the best thing that ever happened to him. He couldn’t help but to feel himself harden at the smooth steel brushing against the wet, pink muscle in his mouth. He could definitely get used to this.

“How long will you be having these braces on for sempai?” he couldn’t help but to ask, his voice husky and lust filled as his sempai continued his ministrations after they had separated for the sake of breathing.


“Ushishishi, is it turning you on?”

Bel grinned, showing the metal as he rubbed the bulge between the boy’s legs.

“We’ve only got less than an hour sempai,” Fran groaned at the friction against his pants as he leaned against the table, hands gripping onto the fragile lace that covered it's top.

“Then let’s make the most of it~ ushishishi~”

Requiem [[Amaimon X Reader]] (PG 13)

You stared. You knew it was rude but you couldn’t help but to stare at the cute hobgoblin, it was round and reminded you of a bouncy ball you had when you were a kid. You bent down slowly, making sure to no make any sudden movements as you did so.

A smile graced your lips as the demon made its way towards you, sniffing curiously.

“Hi there,” your whispered softly as you stretched out your hand slowly.

Maybe it was fate that brought him to you that day or maybe it was the devil’s work.

That would be ironic since Amaimon was the son of the Devil himself.

“Ah! Behemoth!!”

Dressed in a rather strange fashion, the boy came running towards the hobgoblin.

You didn’t think that you would ever fall in love with a demon. Not when your father was an exorcist. But one’s feelings cannot be controlled.

“Is he your familiar?” you asked with a rather curious grin as you spotted a leash in his hand.

“Yes, hmmm he escaped while I was having my daily dose of sweets, he seems rather attracted to you.” Amaimon watched as Behemoth rubbed affectionately against your calf.

“I’m not wearing any perfume though.”

He loved to tease you but you didn’t mind. You knew that it was one of his ways of showing affection.

“I’m [f/n][l/n],” you held your hand out with a grin etched to your face.

His slender fingers wrapped around your palm in a firm yet gentle grip, sending tingles up your spine upon the contact.

“Amaimon.”

His expression of love was intense.

Words wouldn’t be able to describe it.

You could drown in his being, when his lips were upon your own.

“I have to get to Church, I would invite you but it wouldn’t be somewhere you’d feel at home.”

He chuckled at your joke.

“Will I see you around?” you asked with a hope filled eyes.

“Maybe.”

He loved to hear you sing.

The first time had been when you were at mass, singing a requiem for the dead.

The last… was at your deathbed.

“I love you.”