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The tall, muscular man groaned in pain trying to stretch his limbs, laying down on the floor.
"Everything hurts." He mumbled.
"You okay, Beel? You haven't eaten for 20 minutes now, and you haven't shown any desire for food despite that. Pretty impressive, I dare say!" Asmodeus commented, painting his nails.
"Well, I've been trying to work on my self control... Starting with food." As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly. "I'll go check the fridge."
He stood up from where he was, walking towards the kitchen to search for more leftovers. Luckily for him, you were getting a glass of water at the same time.
Beel gleamed with joy at your sight, and he almost forgot about the emptiness of his rumbling stomach.
"Oh, hi." He greeted, a soft smile adorning his face.
"Beel! Getting a snack, I assume." You smiled, cheeks reddening slightly as you drank from your glass.
The tall demon only nodded in response, approaching the fridge in order to get his much needed replenishment. He opened the door to the many options of food available, and he saw some delicious snacks to eat for the time being. These, however, were placed far too low in the fridge, and he didn't feel like his legs could withstand such torture.
He stood there, thoughtful for a couple seconds, and you stared at him in confusion.
"You okay? See something you like or what?" You chuckled lightly.
"Yes, actually. It's very delicious but..." He seemed to hunch with every word. "It's too low, I'd have to bend down to take it."
"So? Just do it." You tilted your head to the side, still confused on the demon's predicament. There was a slight pause before he spoke.
"You know how yesterday Diavolo paid for everybody's food, right?" You laughed.
"Yes, you ordered so much food the chef came out crying in the end. It was really good though."
"Mhm, yeah. Well, in order to make up for the amount of calories I consumed from eating so much, I worked out even harder yesterday, and now all my muscles feel so sore, even my legs feel like they're made out of lead."
That's right. Beelzebub did eat a lot like all of the time. Despite that fact, however, he did have an incredible physique. Like, mind blowing physique, so impressive that you often caught yourself looking at his biceps, chest, abs, back, or even thighs if you were fortunate enough. Well, basically, you just checked him out every chance that you got, shamelessly so.
"Hmm, I see..." You crossed your arms over your chest. "How about I give you a massage, then?" You suggested.
"Really? You would do that?" His eyes sparkled.
"For you? Of course, Beel." He blushed at the way you said his name, you made him feel so special in all ways possible.
You ended up getting that snack for him, and shared the food.
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"Alright, please remove your shirt." You prepared the oil and the bed, like it was your own little work space.
"Excuse me?" The demon asked incredulously, your request appearing a bit indecent in his mind.
"I'm gonna rub this warming oil onto your skin, that way your muscles can relax and I can help you relieve any tension that you may have, which is probably the cause of your pain." You spoke innocently.
"Oh... Okay then." He took off his shirt, trusting you.
You had to gather all the willpower in you not to pass out from such a beautiful sight. It was heavenly - as ironic as that is - seeing his bare torso in front of you.
Truth is, you had been preparing for this moment mentally your entire life... Okay - maybe not literally, but you were certain that every choice you had made throughout your life was important just for this very moment. All of it led up to this very crucial part of your existence; standing in front of Beelzebub himself, with his torso bare for you. Not only that, but a mere human such as yourself would have the privilege to also touch such a masterpiece, to drag your fingers across his perfect musculature.
He may be a demon, but you are nothing short of blessed for getting to live this.
"Are you okay?" His soft voice filled your ears, and you didn't even realize you had closed your eyes as a way to appreciate the moment better.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." You blushed, embarrassed to act in such a way. Not that you were being dramatic in the first place. "Okay now, lay on the bed facing down please." You guided him down to the bed, making sure that he felt comfortable.
You had seen him in tank tops that revealed more of his very impressive back muscles and delicious biceps, but having them bare for you to see was something else entirely. You had to prevent yourself from salivating at the sight.
"What do I do now?" He asked, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes and you almost melted in place.
"Nothing, you can just relax and enjoy the massage." You smiled and a faint blush creeped up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "Okay, I'll start."
You sat down on top of him, settling down on his lower back.
Beelzebub gulped silently beneath you, already feeling hot and embarrassed. To say he had a crush on you was an understatement, and everybody appeared to know except you, as obvious as it was to everyone else that you liked him as well, but he didn't realize that either.
But he got to share this moment with you, and he couldn't be any more grateful.
You took the bottle of oil and spilled some onto your hand and his back, making sure to warm up the product between your palms to then set them down on his skin softly.
The oil was so warm, yet the touch of your fingers made him jump slightly. His back muscles tensed, the shift quite visible to you due to your current position, but as soon as you started to move your hands up and down his back he relaxed.
Beel closed his eyes and focused on how good your hands felt on his heated skin.
You made sure to explore every inch of his back, going up to his neck and down to his very tailbone. Caressing the sides, grazing his arms slightly, it was hard to be still when you touched him so deliciously. He squirmed under you every now and then, soft whimpers leaving his lips unwillingly, now starting to fall asleep.
You focused on his steady breathing, his lips slightly parted and hair framing his face beautifully. He truly was a masterpiece crafted by the divine.
However, your job here was to help him destress and release the tension in his muscles, not to feel him up and down for your personal contentment.
At this time, you had distributed the oil evenly across his back, and so you began to press down harder on the skin, making him groan quietly and moan.
You were fighting for your life trying to keep yourself in check because otherwise you might do something you'd regret later (you would not regret it later).
Pressing down with your fingers, then with your knuckles for the greater areas, you made sure to use all of your body weight because of his huge frame.
But the deeper you went, the more noises he made, unknowingly causing your insides to jump and turn constantly. But you had a job to do, and you could not get carried away.
You tried to get your mind out of the gutter every time a soft moan slipped past his perfectly rosy lips or a low whimper was heard from the man.
‘Deeeeep breaths, you are just doing him a favor. You need to control yourself.’ Your mental pep talk didn't work much, given that your cheeks were blazing red with how flustered just the sounds made you feel.
Your hands snaked up to his neck and over to his trapezius, still in awe of how truly big his muscles were. He has worked so hard for this, and you feel like you can barely do 20 seconds of planks.
You press down with force on the muscles, and you feel his body writhe under yours, an elongated moan leaving his lips as his face contorts into one of pleasure. You were glad that your massage was working and it made Beel feel good, but at this rate the amount of blood rushing to your head would kill you.
"D-Does it feel good?" You ask on a shaky voice, every nerve ending set ablaze with the innocent filth of it all.
"So, so good." Beel mumbled absentmindedly, eyes still closed and body completely relaxed under yours.
The breathy way in which his voice had said those simple words made heat spread across each of your limbs, forcing you to take a sharp inhale to ease your racing heart.
‘Good lord, I'm gonna die.’ And yet you were only more encouraged to take things deeper, to make him feel even better with your hands (and maybe the rest of your body).
You wanted to wrap your hands around his neck, barely covering it to then trace a line down his spine, feel your fingers dip in every curvature and bump as you make your way down his hips. He'd turn over and you'd kiss him, hands traveling from his chest lower, lower, and-
"Why'd you stop?" Asked Beel, looking at you over his shoulder as his lidded violet eyes bore into yours.
Your face heat up instantly, realizing you were too deep
in your own fantasy to realize you had stopped all movements. Your hands shook slightly with the embarrassment and you looked down at his back, unable to meet his gaze.
"I think that's enough." You chuckled nervously, jumping off his back as you sat beside him.
"Hm? Why?" The way his eyebrows furrowed and he pouted slightly in disappointment made your heart ache, and your desire grow even further.
This man was gonna be the death of you.
"Don't your muscles feel better already?" You looked away, cheeks flushed as you try to turn your attention from him and towards something else to calm your nerves.
"Yeah, but my whole body hurts, remember?" He stated matter-of-factly, and you curse yourself mentally along with him as well.
"Damn it." You muttered. "Fine. What's next?" You sighed heavily - hopefully he wouldn't be as vocal for the sake of your sanity and willpower.
"Legs." His smile was so innocent it almost made you confess right there and there. But no, you had to keep yourself controlled, and your emotions in check.
You motion for him to lay down again but face up, and thankfully the shorts he was wearing wouldn't be excuse for him to take his pants off. You didn't know what you would do then.
You pour more warming oil onto your hands, rubbing it between your palms before setting them down onto Beel's legs and kneading into the skin softly, experimentally.
Much to your dismay, he let out soft moans and leaned into your touch, a pleasured expression flashing across his features before he forced down the display.
You were fucked.
Your hands press into his skin harder, fingers digging into the musculature of his thighs as you feel Beel lift his hips slightly, as if thrusting shallowly into the air.
That alone made your face flush in its entirety. He was enjoying this a bit too much - you could notice even more clearly how there was a slight bulge in his shorts, the fabric too thin to hide it.
"Shit." You muttered absentmindedly, Beel opening his eyes to look up at you with his little flushed cheeks and parted lips, so perfectly soft you could've kissed him right there.
"What's wrong?" He asked, breathing slightly ragged from what you assumed to be arousal as you shift your attention back to his legs, though your embarrassment was very evidently playing across your features.
"N-Nothing. Sorry." You give his thighs a particularly hard squeeze, eliciting a sharp moan from the demon as he arches his back slightly and tries to grasp the bedsheets.
‘Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.’ You weren't one to have indecent thoughts frequently (lie), at least not to this level. This was beyond anything you could've ever imagined. Hell, you could bring your hands closer to his inner thighs, in between his legs to give him what his body was craving so desperately - it would have been so so easy.
"Oh." Beel said under his breath, looking down at the bulge in his pants as you flush. "Um, I'm sorry." His cheeks grew a deeper shade of red as he shifted uncomfortably in place, looking away from you in embarrassment as your heart beat wildly against your rib cage.
"I-It's okay, I understand." You chuckled awkwardly, continuing to massage his legs as you tried to keep your gaze away from him and his crotch. You weren't a pervert, you had at least some level of self-control (ehhhh).
Beel covers his eyes with his forearm, head falling back against the bed as he lets out a shaky sigh. He was embarrassed and it drove you insane how vulnerable he was under your touch, even though he was a demon taller and a hundred times stronger than you.
In this position, your curiosity and desire spike to dangerous peaks and you rub his inner thighs, tracing a line along the skin with your thumb as you press them into the flesh gently, making him shiver. Your hands travel carefully, riding his shorts higher up his legs as you reveal more of him. You'd heard the way his breath hitched instantly, the way the muscles tensed under your ministrations and you were only encouraged to move further.
Your hands make their way all around his thighs, teasingly slow and gentle before they find their way over his shorts and against the growing bulge in his pants, brushing against it softly.
His hips are raised just an inch and he lets out a shaky breath, lips parted as his forearm stays on top of his eyes to hide the last bit of dignity he had left.
He was desperate for more, eager for your touch, eager to touch you. He wanted all and everything, but too embarrassed to make the next move.
Now you were past the point of no return, stroking him gently over the fabric as his stomach tightens and he bites his lower lip to hide his sounds.
"Can I?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper as a deep blush settles on your cheeks.
He stays silent for a second and two. He nods slowly, lips pursed into a fine line as red dusts over his flushed neck.
That was all the confirmation you needed, and your fingers snake under his waistband to pull the shorts down slightly, breath hitching at the length of him bouncing right up against the muscles of his stomach.
You swallow thickly, the heat of anticipation burning through every nerve ending and sending waves of electricity through your body.
Your eyes easily caught onto the way goosebumps crept along his skin, the sudden exposure making Beel let out a shaky breath as he clenched his fists.
"Are you okay?" You ask, looking down at him and hoping for a positive answer because you don't know what you would do with yourself if he made you stop now. Sure, you'd obviously stop, but shame would probably kill you before you even left the room.
"Yeah." His voice was weak and shaky, breathy with his need for more as his Adam's apple bobs with a thick swallow.
"Should I stop?" Whether you'd made the question to reassure yourself that everything was fine or to hear the desperation in his words... you didn't even want to think about it.
"No, don't stop." He pleaded, forearm coming to rest above his head as he finally looks up at you.
This man was going to be the death of you and you weren't going to protest on it because the heat burning through your senses was unbearable and all that you knew was that you needed more of him.
"Please." That's all you needed.
Your warm hand makes its way around his cock, making him shudder and moan silently as he looks down at where your hands roam over his body.
He was doomed, he knew he was the moment you touched him not even with the intimacy with which you were touching him now.
Because he was too desperate, too eager to thrust into your hand and pull you against him and ravish you whole - but you were just a human, so fragile and innocent he could never wish to break you.
But oh he did, he wanted to corrupt you so badly and at the same time he just wanted to be under you to satiate your curiosity of him because he loved you so much even if he couldn't say it.
Beel doesn't miss the way a quiet curse slips past your lips and your cheeks are entirely flushed, eyes fixated on the way his cock throbs between your fingers and aches for more.
He's just as embarrassed as you are, but his desire gets the better of him as he thrusts his hips in a quiet plea for you to move, and you can read his body so well you can't deny him.
The oil on your hands allow for your fingers to glide along his length smoothly, warming his swollen cock as he throws his head back and relishes on the feeling of your weight on top of him, the experimental strokes that you grant him with as he whimpers quietly.
You'd both forgotten all about the unlocked door, easy for anybody to walk into the room and find you in the compromising position you were in.
"Harder." His voice is barely above a whisper and he looks up at you, breathing ragged and heavy as your own catches in your throat.
But you obey because you want nothing more than to make him feel good, yet the heat between your legs grows so unbearable you're squirming in place and wanting to take all of him for yourself.
But you're patient, and you want to see him writhe with pleasure just as much as he wants to lose himself in the bliss of your careful touch.
‘Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy shit.’ Are the only words coursing through your clouded mind as you tighten your fist around his cock, making him groan and place a hand over his mouth to stifle his sounds because he knows he'll be too loud - the thought alone makes you even warmer inside and you breathe shakily.
Your lungs are certainly failing you because you're short on air, choking on your own desire and the tense atmosphere as you stay silent. Beel looked so hot beneath you, so pliant and eager for your touch.
You'd never done anything like this before, but you'll be damned before you ever let an opportunity like this slip away.
Gathering the bit of confidence you could muster, fueled by your desire for him and aching to see him come undone, your hand strokes him at a quicker pace. The change is just enough for him to notice it and hot white pleasure courses through him, nearing the edge as his sounds increase in volume and pitch.
Your gaze doesn't want to settle down, roaming over the ripple of his muscles as he pants and gasps for air between breathy moans and groans, glancing over his pleasured face as he furrows his brows and screws his eyes shut with flushed cheeks because it's simply too much. You decide to look down at his cock and it looks so painful, swollen and heavy with the overwhelming pleasure and blood pumping through him with each stroke as you swallow thickly.
You feel as though your mouth has gone dry and yet you would drool all over it if you didn't focus because you couldn't help yourself.
Eyes fixed on his leaking tip, your free hand that was resting on his hip comes up to join your strokes, pad of your thumb experimentally running along the slit of his cockhead before smearing the sticky fluids of his arousal around it.
If the way he whined lowly and thrusted further into your touch was anything to go by, you'd say he liked it a bit too much.
So sensitive, so desperate for more. You were gonna lose your mind and he hadn't even touched you.
"I'm so close, fuck - so close..." He whimpers, mouth agape in strangled moans as he thrashes his head from one side to the other furiously.
He was melting underneath your body, pulsating and burning with overwhelming pleasure as he tries to hold back his orgasm.
Your eyes come back to his face and he looks so beautiful you can't help but rub his tip with your thumb again to elicit a loud moan from him, causing him to slam his hand down over his mouth because that certainly was heard outside of his room.
At this rate, you didn't care. You'd make him scream if necessary, but you needed to see him crumble under your hands.
"P-Please... oh fuck, I'm gonna..." His words are slurred together and barely comprehensible as a shudder runs through his body and he nearly chokes on his own pleasured sounds.
You had unveiled a completely different side of him neither one of you knew.
It didn't take long for him to break - a cry was ripped from the back of his throat and from deep within his chest and he arched into you, gripping the bedsheets so tight they ripped under the force of his fingers and hot cum splattered over his chest and tightening stomach, muscles glistening with his release as your eyes are fixed on him intently.
You slow down your movements to be more careful and gentle, causing him to squirm and pant under your body as he reaches for your wrist to stop you.
"Too much." He whimpers, but his hips buck up into your touch and your cheeks flush further.
You wanted to touch him more, feel more of him, make him go completely insane because you just wanted to peel every layer of him off to see his soul bare and raw in front of you.
Your hands didn't stop their assault, rather stroking him beyond the pleasure of his orgasm and pushing him to his limits as he trembles and chokes on air.
Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes and his hands twitch at his sides, wanting to stop you but at the same time he just craved more of this painful but addictive stimulation you'd just helped him find.
"Sorry." You murmur, and yet your hands don't cease their movements. "Should I stop?"
He ponders on your words silently, too lost in his own pleasure as his mind is completely turned to mush and he struggles to keep himself quiet enough for his brothers to not hear the pathetic demon you'd turned him into.
But the way pleasure rippled through him in violent waves was undeniable, quickly building towards another peak that was so close he could taste it on his tongue.
"Stop." It was a low whine, but you listened.
Your hands came to a halt, pulling away from his still hard cock and letting it bounce against his lower stomach, stained with his fluids.
"I'm so sorry." Your eyes went over his form again, apologetically meeting his gaze.
"Don't be." He replied softly as he sat up and cupped the back of your neck with his hand, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss as he shudders again.
Truthfully, he was gonna cum too soon if you kept going. Even though he felt good, he was certain he could make you feel even better.
He was delighted when you returned the kiss, cupping his cheeks and bringing him closer as one of his hands comes to rest on your thigh almost possessively.
It wasn't long before the kiss turned hungry, because he wanted to devour you whole and taste everything you had to offer on his tongue. He wanted more, he wanted so much more he felt like he was gonna explode just feeling you against him.
Faster than you could register, your positions are switched - he's on top of you, his knee between your legs and steadily pressing against your core as your breath hitches and you moan. His lips are firm on yours and the kiss is so intense the air is ripped from your lungs, every needy sound swallowed by his gluttony as he pants against you.
"Your turn." His voice is lower than usual, eyes darkened by lust and need as his hands pull down your pants along with your underwear and your lower half is completely exposed to him.
Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment mingled with arousal, but you don't want him to stop. Hell, both of your bodies knew just how badly you craved this, how much you needed him.
But he wouldn't give you that just yet, no matter how pretty he knew you'd look with his cock nestled between your folds, your gummy walls clamping down on him as he fucks you and stuffs you full of his cum because you're his and no one else's.
Not Mammon's, not Asmodeus' - His - only his.
None of his brothers would ever know the quiet whine that left your lips when he placed your thighs on his shoulders and dived into your cunt like it was his favorite meal (from that moment on, it definitely was.) Beel's tongue lapped up your arousal eagerly, exploring everything you had to show because nobody else would ever make you feel this way.
You are beyond flustered, but your nervous thoughts are quickly consumed by the flame of your shared arousal as your hips buck against his face in search for more.
The quiet hums he gives against your pussy send hot vibrations of pleasure down your spine and make you arch into him, hand caressing his hair as you try to hold back your moans.
First, it was him tracing every fold, searching with his tongue for every sensitive spot you had - quickly, it was him abusing the fuck out of your clit with the tip of his tongue as his fingers found their way to your entrance, slick and soaked in your mess as he traces circles around it teasingly and relishing in the way you tighten around nothing.
"Fuck, Beel..!" You cry, shivers running down your spine as he wraps his supple lips around your puffy clit and sucks gently, hot pleasure spiking as the feeling of his fingers teasing you do nothing but make you more desperate.
Just as badly as you wanted to see him come undone, his desire was returned tenfold. He would flick, tease, and lick every sweet spot you had to make you shudder because he knew he could make you cum on his tongue so many times your head is rid of any thoughts besides him. You would know nothing other than the feeling of his mouth eating you out like you were his last meal, ravishing you and sending you over the edge until you were nothing but a bundle of nerves to cry and beg for him.
He'd love to be patient, but you were too much to handle and he wanted to have his cake now and devour it completely.
His name left your lips like a mantra and your hips grind against his face in a simultaneous attempt to get closer and pull away. You were so close, so close to the edge it was maddening. So close so quickly it made you embarrassed, your thighs shudder around his head and keep him trapped between your legs as his moans and groans ripple pleasure straight through you.
"Cum for me." The loud slurping sounds of his mouth on your cunt, fingers finally pushing inside and curling to expertly hit against that spot in your walls that made you see stars and almost made you climax instantly. But you were holding back, maybe because of some faded sense of dignity or because you were ashamed to cum so soon - Beel wouldn't have it. "C'mon, need to taste you... on my tongue. More."
His words were so filthy and downright sinful as he moans into your cunt, his hips pushed down against the mattress as his ruined bedsheets are stained in your fluids and his. It was all too much, you were burning and aching and oh so sensitive.
The taste of your arousal graced his taste buds and he doesn't think he would ever have enough - he needs to keep his mouth on you, to make you see stars until you've reached that bliss that completely overrides your rational senses. You'd given him the perfect excuse of payback to do so.
"Right 'ere." His words are barely intelligible as his fingers rub against the sweet spot inside you and you come undone with a cry muffled by your hand, legs shaking around his head and his moans swallowed by your tightening cunt as you come undone.
He praised you through it, whispering your name softly as he continued to push his fingers past the tightening muscles of your entrance and beyond the peak of your orgasm as you grow overstimulated.
It was so much, the thickness of his fingers stretching you beyond your limits as the sensitivity drives you mad with need and painful pleasure. You pant and moan into the empty space of his room, whining and crying as you squirm. But his mouth is fixed on you and he's fixed on making you a writhing mess.
"Fuck!" You sob quietly, but your hand tangled in his hair pushed him closer and you gasp out in pleasure. "Too much, too much!" You whimper, but you relish in the feeling of his tongue flicking over your overtly sensitive nub as your pleasure spikes again.
Another orgasm came close, the tightening knot in your stomach unbearable and causing every working muscle in your body to tense as the heat consumes you whole. You cum around his fingers again, crying into the open space of his room and the sounds reverberating off the walls as he pulls out the digits and laps up your release, hands holding your hips in place as he buries his face in as deep as he can despite the lack of air straining his lungs.
Before you get too sensitive, he pulls away with a gasp. The sight of his face completely ruined and flushed with your fluids made you whimper, and you pant to catch your breath as he looks down at you.
He had come undone as soon as you did with the friction of him thrusting against the mattress shallowly, sheets ruined beyond repair - not like he cared.
Beel laid down beside you, pulling you in for a hug as your face is buried in the crook of his neck and your bodies are flush together.
"It might be a little late for this, but..." he started, a small blush creeping up his cheeks, "I like you. A lot."
You chuckle and pull him in for a soft kiss, lazy and tired as your body's exhaustion catches up to you.
"I like you, too." He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, both of you falling fast asleep.
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"So you two lovebirds had some fun yesterday, hm?" Asmodeus commented with a grin, at the dinner table out of all places.
"Huh?" Beel questions for a second, gaze flickering over to you before he blushed deeply.
Asmo didn't even need to hear you to know - lust danced all around the both of you the second you stepped out of the demon's room the day prior and even more when you snuck back in late at night.
"Stop that, Asmo." Grumbles Mammon.
It was awkward, but you and Beel announced your relationship soon after that and continued to experience the small parts of being a couple together - going on cute dates and staying up late watching movies just to embrace each other.
It didn't take long for him to say the L word, and it didn't take long for you to say the L word too.
You were two fools happily in love.
End.