beel eats pussy like it’s his last fucking meal. his tongue would never get tired. you’re the best dessert he’s ever had. accidentally nipping at your folds when he gets too carried away. he won’t even notice the bite marks on your thighs until he’s had his fill (which can take hours).
"Fuck... fuck," You moaned as you rubbed your clit while tucked into your sheets.
You had spent the day with Beel, having to see him workout before eating a watermelon.
He used more tongue than necessary, and now you were rubbing one out before you met him for dinner.
However, you were unaware of Beel watching you as he seeked you out to go to dinner earlier.
"Beel!" You moaned, covering your hand to muffle your moans before you kicked off the sheets, the mirror showing everything in the reflection. "Fuck, Beel."
Beel couldn't help but grow hard. He palmed himself over his pants as you pinched your nipple. Your neck was thrown back on the pillow as you moaned his name repeatedly, legs shaking as your first orgasm hit.
"I could've helped," Beel says, startling you as you try to cover yourself with the sheets.
"Beel! I-I-" you stutter but he shushes you. He takes your fingers into his mouth, moaning when your wetness hits his taste buds.
"Fuck," he groans as he sucks them clean before he kisses you. "Let me make you cum."
"Please," you beg as he kisses you, dinner long forgotten.
Beel knew you were more than friends. You often seek him out for comfort, becoming his best friend.
You spent several nights in his room, wrapped in his arms. Sometimes you rode him into daylight, other times he fucked you into moonlight.
Tonight, you were on top of him. Your hands were flat on his chest, your hips grinding on his. He filled you to the brim, making you cry out.
"I love you, Beel!" You cry out as you orgasm, not caring if he feels the same.
Beel groans, cumming deep inside you. "I love you, baby. So much."
He knows he shouldn't. He knows how his brothers feel about you but it is he that you have chosen. It is him who fucks you full, who keeps you warm at night, who keeps you safe.
"Beel," You say his name so sweetly, it makes his head spin. "I'm pregnant."
For a moment, his world spins. You lace your hands with his, your hips still rocking against his. After all, you were already pregnant with his seed, what else could happen now?
"It's mine?" He stupidly asks. Because of course it's his. You spend every waking moment with him at his side, on his dick. Who else could have knocked you up?
"Duh," you giggle, kissing him. "I found out today. I couldn't wait to tell you."
Beel's head spins. You were carrying his seed, he hardens further. He had claimed you. You were his. Soon it would be obvious. He curses, holding your hips tighter as he fucks you on his dick.
"You're mine. All mine," he breathes as he goe deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "My girl. My baby."
You moan his name, losing yourself with him as you orgasm once more. His large hand rests on your abdomen, a smile on his face as he cums again.
You giggled as Beel lifted you to set you on the kitchen island. It was one of the rare moments when you had the house to yourselves. Beel had wanted to bake something special for the two of you on your anniversary and now that you had forty minutes to kill, he was all over you.
"Beel," you squeal as he grabs your hips, tugging you to the edge of the island.
He chuckles, his lips pressed to yours. Your arms wrap around him as he grips your hips tightly. His lips trail kisses down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.
You spread your legs further, allowing him to settle between your thighs.
"Fuck, I could eat you right up," he groans as he inhales your scent, your shirt riding higher on your torso.
"I don't think Diavolo would allow that," you tease as he scoffs.
"You're mine," Beel kisses you again, not allowing you to make a sarcastic retort. You moan against his lips, tugging on his hair when he bites your bottom lip, sucking into his mouth.
"Let me ruin you for everyone else, cupcake," Beel states as he tears your top down the middle, exposing your breasts.
"Beel," you moan his name as his lips find your nipple, taking it in his mouth greedily. You throw your head back before falling onto the island. Beel chuckles as he tugs your pants off, tossing them onto the kitchen floor as you spread your legs further.
Beel drops to his knees, his large hands gripping each of your thighs to keep them spread for him before he pushes your panties aside and licks your cunt.
You had spent all day teasing him while you were out on the town. You had "dropped" so many items while shopping, showing him your panties every time you bent down.
Beel had reached his limit as he made you teleport the two of you to his bedroom.
"I'm hungry," he stated.
"What do you want to eat?" You asked innocently.
"Bend over," Beel responded.
You were obedient, bending over his bed as his large hands lift your skirt and tugged your panties down to your ankles.
Beel wasted no time in eating you out. He slurped, licked, and sucked at your cunt until your thighs trembled and you called out his name for all of HoL to hear.