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through the days you've spent at the devildom, and mainly, at HOL, you've seen many facets of Beel.
when his smile shined brighter than anything, always excited to spend time with you and his dear brothers, but also, when the demon got extremely hungry and literally made a hole in a wall, —which could have freaked you out if you didn't knew him so well—, purple and fuchsia irises sparkling with hunger, in more than one way.
Beelzebub became feral sometimes, to be expected from a demon, but the type of hunger clouding his mind much different from the one for food, to his eyes, the soft skin of your hips, where your shirt ride up and your shorts hang low, were the most appealing and exquisite his gaze ever laid on.
you were so ethereal, peacefully sleeping on the common room's loveseat, your legs dangling from the armrest as you positioned your body to a side, facing the back of the couch.
and Beel did his absolute best in trying not to look, not to touch, but his primal instincts kicked in harder, letting his gaze travel across your body, admiring the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath. and he absolutely hates to feel so aroused at your vulnerable state, the desire to take you right there overpowering his common sense.
with careful steps, avoiding all rough movements to stop you from waking up, he kneels on the couch, thighs on each side of your hips, hovering over your body in the very small space he had to move around, eyes filled with desire and a brief speck of guilt.
and he should have expected you weren't going to stay asleep through his ministrations, as soon as your eyes crack open, he bends down to claim your lips and swallow your surprised gasp.
"I'm sorry" his voice is deep and filled with lust "i can't stop, you're so soft, so pretty" it turns into a whisper, hands traveling across your sides, all the way down to your hip as he turns you around, now laying on your belly in a swift motion.
"Beel, what are you doing?" you mumble, not with anger nor worry, but slight confusion and arousal, a cheek against the cushion while the other felt a soft touch of the demon's nose in a gesture that felt intimate.
"I'm sorry" he grunts again, unable to stop squeezing the skin of your hips and waist "tell me to stop" he says before kissing you again, his wet tongue asking for permission inside your mouth, that you're happy to provide with a whimper, arousal building up in your lower abdomen from the intensity of the kiss, all of Beel's hidden desires to claim you transmitting through his lips.
and you can only moan, your body responding to his rough calloused hands memorizing your skin, breathlessly whispering 'i need you' in between heated kisses.
a soft grunt of frustration startles you, making your shape tremble slightly while feeling yourself get dragged down the couch, knees landing on the floor, chest pressed against the cushions and Beel's strong digits running down your back until reaching the hem of your shorts, tracing the hem before pulling them down to reveal your underwear, his whole concentration focused on the damp spot growing on the crotch of your panties, unconsciously sliding a hand between your thighs to feel your wetness under his fingertips.
holding tightly onto your hips, he pushes your body forward with his, the couch sliding a couple centimeters across the floor with a loud screech, and his growing hardness pressing against your ass.
you can't help but moan softly at this action, imagining how big the demon's cock was just from the outline of it.
"i need you, please—" he grunts, almost begs as you echo the same last word in a pathetic sound that resembles a mumble, pussy fluttering in desperate need to be filled.
in one swift motion, Beel slides your panties aside, barely enough for your pussy to come into sight as he spreads your legs further apart, "you're so wet" he remarks the obvious, thing you realized but failed to notice the moment he got rid of this bottoms, the now bare tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance and clit slowly, teasingly wetting his length in your arousal.
"hah— B-beel" you squirm and dig your nails on the fabric below you, turning your head aside to let so needed oxygen into your lungs as Beel's thick cock begins to push into you, filling you in one swift thrust with just a tad of resistance from your too tight cunt.
what began slowly turned into his hips fiercely pounding into you, the sounds of skin slapping filling the empty room, mixing with his own grunts and your muffled pleasure screams.
"you're mine" he leans over your body, breath hot against your ear, his words much different from his actions, pulling a strand of damp hair out of eyes, something inside him snapping at the sight of your lust clouded eyes, mouth puffy and red with a string of drool coming out of the corner, an stranger feeling of possessiveness washing over him.
"m' gonna come" you sob, legs twitching uncontrollably as Beel's hands trail down your abdomen to rub on your clit, his hips still mercilessly snapping against yours.
"come baby, come on my cock so i can feel you clenching around me" he grunts and leans down again, voice an octave lower, "and then I'll breed this pretty pussy" he finishes and so do you, body shuddering with the force of your orgasm as the demon continues to pound into your quivering cunt.
"good girl" he says exhaling heavily and you mewl from the compliment, shutting your eyes closed tightly as you take what he gives you, a few more thrusts and he's convulsing over your body, filling your cunt with sticky cum that overflows and slides onto the floor.
"I'm sorry" he says for what it felt like the nth time that night, that dangerous spark disappearing from his eyes that currently filled with concern, slowly pulling out of you with a deep growl, his warm and gentle touch contrasting with his previous manhandling as you nuzzle against his chest, getting carried into your own room to avoid unwanted attention, although you were quite sure whoever was at HOL that day, most definitely knew what happened between you and the red haired demon.