Barbatos x Reader (NSFW)
The banquet is in full swing. Musicians playing away merrily on a dais by the entrance, tables piled with food, and demons dressed their best everywhere, filling RAD's school hall with noisy chatter. Diavolo, dressed in another one of his finely tailored suits, hands you a glass of sparkling red liquid, a bright smile on his face.
"(Y/n), I hope you're enjoying the party?"
"Yes, thank you very much." You return his smile. In lieu of the passing midterm examinations, the Lord of the Devildom is throwing a party to celebrate. Most of the people here are students, along with several professors and important figures on the school board and student council, including Diavolo himself. The two of you make small talk as you sip the drink he gave you. Amongst the throng of demons, you spot Barbatos, scurrying back and forth. He is acting as a server due to the Devildom slightly understaffed this day, and with the masses present, he is occupied. Barbatos has been working hard to help with the party preparations for the past few days. Your eyes follow him across the room. Despite how exhausted he must be, he is still diligently carrying on. Diavolo notices you tracking Barbatos's movements.
"Barbatos is such a hard worker," he chuckles, taking your empty glass for you and setting it on the tray of a passing server. "I really should give him more days off, no?"
You fiddle with the skirt of your uniform. Your heart skips a beat as Barbatos catches you staring while serving one of the guests. As he takes their empty wineglasses on his platter, he smiles at you, a soft curve of the lips so quick you might have missed it if you blinked. "Yeah..." You mumble in agreement with Diavolo.
You watch as Barbatos gets a brief moment to catch his breath. He goes to stand at attention against the wall, near the curtained entrance to the hall that leads to the kitchens. When he thinks no one is looking, he stifles a yawn with his gloved hand, looking profoundly tired. Sympathy sparks in your chest. Barbatos is always so hardworking, catering to everyone's needs. Who caters to his needs, then? You have the sudden urge to go to him. Diavolo seems to know exactly what's on your mind. He places a hand on your shoulder, lowering his voice to a rumble as he leans in close.
"Go. Help him out."
You glance back at him, and he winks with another winning smile that makes your heart flutter. "But you're mine later. Don't worry, I'll tell Luce you'll be home late."
Eagerly, you depart from his side, hurrying to snag Barbatos before he's called away again. Barbatos startles slightly, as if snapping out of a daze as you sidle up next to him and softly utter his name. His all-knowing, green gaze flicks over your form appreciatively, before his 'butler-mode' persona is back in place. He holds the platter at his side, ducking his head in acknowledgment.
"Mistress, how may I help you?"
Your lip twitches at his form of address. He calls you that out of habit, years of service instilled in him making him do so unconsciously. However, you must admit that you don't dislike it. Barbatos corrects himself, a tad slower than usual to catch his mistake.. "My apologies, I meant (y/n). "You brush it off, now all the more eager. He must be really exhausted. Up close, you can see the shadows. Under his eyes. "You know you don't need to be like that with me, right? Are you doing okay?" His smile changes, now a little more than just cordial. "Does the young master need anything, by chance?" Your smile grows bigger as you beckon him close. Indulging you, he bends down as you ghost your lips over the shell of his ear.
"No, Barbatos. It's about if you need anything." You slide your hand around his forearm. He doesn't pull away, eyes widening as he picks up on your intention. Without warning, you pull him through the curtains. You both stumble into the hallway, leaving his platter spinning on the floor nearby. His back hits the wall and his arms come around to brace you. Since all the servers are out doing their jobs and the kitchen operations are done, there is no one about. It's dim, with only the glow of light from the party outside illuminating Barbatos's surprised face above you.
"(Y/n)...this is what you had in mind?" His voice is soft, expression neutral. He glances, almost nervously in the direction of the noise of the party, arms slackening around you. It seems like he is trying to fight the pull of his desires, to entertain you or return to his job. "As much as I would like to indulge you, I'm afraid I have duties to attend to..."
Persistent, you rest your hands on his arms. Barbatos's hands twitch, like he wants to grab your waist. However, his hands remain by his sides. "You know, Diavolo did want something." Barbatos becomes even more serious. "What is it?"
"He wanted me to help you." This is like permission from his master. Now that Barbatos knows he has the freedom to do this, it will only take more coaxing till he gives in.
Barbatos's eyes widens. He plays innocent. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean..."
You tut, moving closer. Barbatos smells faintly floral. The scent makes you giddy with want, but you school your expression. If Barbatos wants to play the long game, you can, too. "Of course you do." You reach up and slide your arms around his neck, teasing him. "You haven't rested in a while, right? I won't force you...but I think you deserve a little break, no?" You slide a knee between his legs and lower your gaze, satisfied to see—and feel—your charm is working. There is a growing hardness, pressing against your belly. Barbatos swallows visibly, throwing another glance to the side. His tail flicks agitatedly against your calf, betraying his true emotion. To your delight, his hands finally tighten around your waist, and you know you've won.
"V—very well." He caves. A glint appears in his eye. "Then, Mist—(y/n). What did you have in mind?"
You rise on your tiptoes to kiss him softly, teasing his bottom lip with your teeth as his hands slide down to grip your ass, forked tail winding it's way around your leg. You both try not to ruffle each other's clothes too much since you still have to look presentable after. "As much as I would love to take your cock, I still have to be able to walk later..." You give him a mournful look, tugging at his immaculately ironed butler's uniform. He smiles in amusement at your statement, tip of his scaly tail flicking up and down your thigh.
"...so I hope you can make do with this."
Sliding a salacious finger down his chest, you sink to your knees and start undoing his fly with deft fingers. You can hear his breathing quicken in anticipation above you. His cock springs free from the confines of his slacks. Barbatos is fully erect for you, his cock pointing upward, pearls of precum beading at the tip. Shifting on your knees, you maintain eye contact with him as you wrap your lips around his cock.
"Ugh..."
At the touch of your lips on his heated skin, Barbatos can't help but jolt at the electric sensation that zaps up his spine. Thoroughly enjoy the reactions he is giving you, you press for more, pumping your fist up and down his shaft as you suck greedily. He tries his best to muffle his grunts as you take him in deeper, your spit coating his cock and dripping onto your skirt. It will be a pain to scrub out later, but his soft noises of pleasure are worth it. They make heat pool in your belly, burning hotter with each second. Barbatos squirms under you. He's usually the one that has you squirming under him, but he's different tonight. You pause your sucking abruptly, mouth popping off of his cock with a wet noise. You stare up at him, resisting the urge to lick off more of his precum.
"Barbatos."
"Hngh...hm?" He leans back against the wall and looks at you lustfully through his hooded gaze, slightly upset and confused that you stopped.
"Tell me what you want." Barbatos stiffens, cock bobbing in your face. He hesitates. Your hunch was right; he was holding himself back. You encourage him, tugging on his gloved finger. "Or just do it. Tonight, you are my master." You peer up at him through your lashes. "Tonight, I am at your service."
His eyes change, darkening with desire. He slowly guides his cock to your mouth again, prying open your lips with a finger. "Okay, (y/n). Obey me."
This time he goes all in, not waiting for you, simply shoving his cock into your mouth, fisting a hand in your hair and ruining the curls you spent an hour on. Willing to please him, you graze your teeth lightly along his throbbing flesh and massage his balls just the way he likes. Barbatos's hips move, thrusting into your mouth, slow at first, then quicker and quicker as his pleasure builds. He bites back his groans as you squeeze his sack again, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag and your eyes water. Saliva dribbles down your chin as you choke out a moan around his member. Barbatos's pace slows, his body stiffening and his hands tightening in your hair as he comes with a final grunt, shooting his load down your throat and continuing to thrust shallowly into your mouth until you swallow. As he releases his grip on your hair, you rub your aching scalp and grin at him, licking your lips. "How was that?" You cough out, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Barbatos sags back against the wall, panting softly. He nods shakily. There is still cum dripping from his cock. Without him having to ask, you take your time to lick him clean, running your tongue over the length of his cock when you finish. You gaze up at him with sultry eyes when you're done, now painfully aware of the throbbing between your thighs, and the wetness in your underwear. "Anything else you need? There's another half hour before Diavolo expects both of us..."
Barbatos's lip quirks. His softening cock is now growing hard in your hand. In a soft voice, he tells you, stroking your cheek with his hand. "Actually...yes."
"Whatever you want, Sir." You grin up at him, only too happy to oblige.