You were limping around the dorm since you woke up. You have been playing it off all day, but you could tell something was off. You were sure you pulled something at practice yesterday.
In your room you try to stretch it out, but it only feels more painful causing you to groan loudly and slump against your bed.
"Ow..." you mumble to yourself when there was a gentle knock at the door. You didn't look over and just invite the person in.
"Hey, (y/n)," the chewing sound made you aware of who was there, but the voice confirmed it. You begin to look over to him when that tinge of pain came back. You groan again and look away from him.
"Oh," Beel said knowingly. He sets down whatever he was eating in the table beside your bed then kneeling down behind you, his legs straddling yours.
You hear the quick noise of him warming up his hands, "Where does it hurt at?"
"My neck and upper back," you admit with a huff.
With that you feel his now warm large hands against the t-shirt you were wearing. The warmth itself made you feel better, however once he firmly began to move his hands the feeling intensified. You couldn't tell if it was helping or if you were in pain, but you didn't want him to stop.
After a couple minutes of working at the sore muscles in your back; he moved one hand to the center of your upper back and the other to over your collarbones. He pressed back with his hand on your chest and foward with the hand on your back causing a loud crack. You gasp and become instant puddy in his hands.
"Better?" He chuckles, clearly asking if you want him to stop.
"No," you said without thinking, "don't stop."
You could hear the smile on his lips as he began kneading at you with the pads of his fingers. You became softer and softer at his work. Then he found it, a spot on the back of your neck. He lightly moves his thumb in little circles in that spot causing you to gasp out a moan.
"Did that hurt?" He asked concerned and stopped moving his hands. You flushed and shake your head, unable to speak at the time. He decides all was good and went back to your back. This time he found that spot and firmly presses on it. Your head falls foward as you moan louder.
"Oh," he said realizing what he has done. His hands disappear from your neck and back as he watches you pant softly. You feel a shift in his weight as he leans over and places a light kiss in the spot on the back of your neck.
"Mmm," you hum and expose your neck more. He breathes in your scent and pulls you closer with a lower growl.
He licks your neck as he slides his hands down your side. You shiver and pant, pushing yourself closer to him, feeling a growing hardness in his pants.
"What's this?" You manage to pant out as you begin to grind your ass against him. The friction causes another growl to come forth as his nails dig into you clothed hips. He doesn't answer you, instead he whips off your shirt and burys his head into your neck.
You hum as his hands begin to slide off your bottoms, pausing every once and awhile to squeeze your thighs or when he needs help getting them over your knees and off. You aren't quite ready to give him control so you move to face him. Slowly you peel off his clothes making him wait for your touch, batting his hands away so he can't touch you either.
Once both fully bare, you push him down so his back is on the floor. Tentatively moving your hands across his body, you straddle him and almost kiss him. You pause there without him inside of you nor kissing causing him to whine.
For a split second you see the questions in his eyes. Do you not want to do this? Are you pausing on purpose? Many others cycle through his head, unsure of what to do now. You smirk down at him and move your lips to his jaw then down his neck. He groans, powerless to your bites and kisses.
To see how far your power reaches, you take his hand and use his fingers as you toy with yourself. Inserting only two into yourself; you move his hand like you would with any other toy and if his fingers so much as twitch you dig your nails into his leg that you are using for balance.
You doing this was too much for him. He flips you both over so now he was on top. His breath ragged as he watched you, now it was his turn. Hungrily he kisses you as he arranges himself to enter you. Everything about him screams greedy, impatient, hungry. His entrance was careful enough to not hurt you. You moan into his mouth only making him hungrier.
He begins to move at a pace that matches his insatiable need for you. The more or louder you moan the faster and rougher he becomes with you. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and you can tell his getting close as well.
One of his hands moves off the floor and under your back; he hoists the two of you up to a sitting position where you feel him hit your buttons from a different angle. You part from him to moan. He takes this moment to bite and kiss your neck. His teeth hit the spot on your neck and it pushes you over the edge. You moan loudly and feel him climax with you.
Together you ride off your high, feeling his cum drip down your legs as he pulls out of you. Sighing you lay your head onto his chest and smile.
"I should as you to massage me more often," you purr exhaustedly.
