THE DEMON OF GLUTONNY IS TRULY AN EATER!
Beelzebub is truly an pervert.
+18, Use of aphrodisiacs without you knowing, CNC!!!! Somnophilia, stalking (?), you like him, he likes you, Beel being a perv, gender neutral reader!!! Genitialia not mentioned!! Gross behavior!! (if you aren't freaky enough :p)
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RIGHT HERE...?
Beelzebub who, at first, and honestly, wouldn't think much about you, his mind completely filled with mundane things that he loves. You were there, and that was okay.
Beelzebub who would start to get to know you better when you two unintentionally met in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Your large, frightened eyes, your sugary lips paralyzed with fear, (that it was Lucifer who caught you) quickly took on what was, in a way, distrust and "indifference," an opportunity to introduce you to the tranquil routine he led when he wasn't with his brothers.
Beelzebub who is a clingy guy, and after one or two months - and especially after you helped his other half, Belphegor - you would have your own really, really hungry, big teddy bear. His arms would be constantly searching for you no matter were you guys were.
I know this has already been mentioned, but I think his sweat would be the starting point for the perspective of a pleasant friendship and lovely company to become a deep desire to mess with you in various ways.
You would just be there, during his training sessions, all composed, with your headphones on, watching his team go back and forth, exercising, running and jumping...or reading your books on the cool mornings the field provided, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.
He feel this urge, this necessity to have something of his on you. His scent being the first thing that comes to his mind at the moment.
Beelzebub who loves to give you sweaty hugs, and loves even more nuzzling his sopping hair and forehead on your cheeks. Your giggles and your little hands - compared to his - trying to stop him from messing up your pristine figure. It's fun, you are fun.
Beelzebub who would insist on taking you to morning training sessions because they were his favorites. Especially and simply because he could see your puffy, sleepy little face, saying his name in that drawn-out way that he loved.
He would enter your room unannounced, wanting to be the first to wake you and hear your voice, seeing your face smashed against the pillow would make the sacrifice of getting out of the warm covers worthwhile, and being able to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, just to put it in his own mouth, would make the whole week worthwhile.
Beelzebub who would constantly suffer from cuteness agression. You were too cute for him to handle it. When you ask to hold his hand when crossing streets he swear he could die on the spot. When you want something from a higher shelf and you imediately go search for him, he feels like your knight in shining armor. And when is so, so cold in Devildom and you come to him with you nose running, body shaking and a ferverish skin, he is more than happy to engulf you in one of his big hoodies and go messege Solomon for what could he buy or do, to make you feel better.
Beelzebub who would buy you snacks and food constantly. Seeing your puffy cheeks filled with food is so cute. He loves teasing you about it, claiming with his blant tone that "You look like a squirrel." But truly he is imagining you hungrily sucking him off, his heavy balls slapping at you chin while you gag so beautifuly for him. Your eyes avert from his, your voice is muffled when you counter him, saying that, "It's impolite to observe how others eat!" He secretely takes a picture of the moment.
Beelzebub who is an acts of service guy. He does not say much about his feelings, he likes to think about it first to make sure he saying the right things, to make his point clear without having to overexplain himself unecessairly. And when he does talk, it's always words of encouragement, praise and loving words that makes your brain a mush mass.
But then, these and other things began to be insufficient.
Beelzebub who would actively begin entering your room several times a week under the pretext that he just wanted to cuddle. He would took the opportunity to press his torso against your back, feeling everything he could in the vulnerable state you were in. Right there, he captured every essence and fragment of your scent, every nuance you exuded; he stuck his nose into you like a bloodhound, ready to imprint your essence onto his brain.
Beelzebub who would often coat his tip in honey and bring it to your lips while you sleept. His heart beating so fast in his ribcage when you start lapping at it. Your uncounscious making you so hungry for the sweet scent that you mouth his whole head in one action. His fingers trembling in a boyish way and he has to squeeze his balls so he won't come, or else you'll wake up and he cannot let his effort go to waste like this.
Beelzebub who would whisper very close in your ear in the early hours of the day, you both entangled in bed, while his hot breath filled your ears with soft praises until you woke up.
Beelzebub who actually took notes about you. He knows that in the morning you don't think right and that you are more honest. So when you mewl in his arms, moaning so sweetly in his bicep when he starts giving little kisses to your ear he knows he won't be able to contain himself for much longer.
ALMOST THERE!
Beelzebub who would start to be more bold with his actions now that he was certain he wanted you.
Now, After training was over, he would sweetly and gently ask to carry you on his shoulders, saying, "It's a good way for me to do my grounding." When actually, he just wanted to feel your thights around his head, your sex pressing at the back of his head and the warmth they provided making him slighty dizzy, and he would often squeeze your legs more on his cheeks.
Beelzebub who loves when you give him your genuine giggle when he nibbles on the meat there. He just knows your cheeks are red by the way you pull at his hair. Your little "Beel! It tickles!!" Making him wish he was in his room with his legs wide spread - shamelessly - running his hand up and down to the picture he that he routinely takes of you.
Beelzebub who upgraded his cutness agression to the urge to cutely manhandle you. Carrying you bride style when you are too tired to walk, throwing you on his shoulder when for a miracle, you are mad at him, - and oh, how he loves to see your pouty expression - giving you a arm lock when you say you're stronger than him, his large figure positioning you so are glued and arched against his crotch and he growls quietly but deeply.
Beelzebub who loves to refer to himself in third person. So when you are in his hold - in his arm lock - you gasping for air while his bulge grind against your ass cheeks, his voice is sarcastic and low against your ear.
"Beel is so mean isn't he?"
"Say please, and Beel will let you go."
"Be good for Beel, yeah?"
Beelzebub who starts conditioning you to receive his affection without you realizing it. He's training you softly.
So he purposefully tries to get you dirty with whatever food you're eating just so he can lick it off you. He's done that enough times that when you accidentally get dirty by yourself, you look at him with expectant eyes, waiting for him to clean you up.
His tongue is flat, wet and hot against your face. He makes you dirtier than it cleans you. His saliva dripping from your face and you shiver when his fangs graze your skin. Your silly attempt to not look shaken up by it feeding his ego more then he could imagine, and he starts planning what more he could do with that information.
Beelzebub who keeps tabs on you and you think it's cute because of the way he does it. A fly. Or better, flies.
You initially thought it was just an ordinary fly. But after seeing them repeatedly wherever you went, you noticed they were iridescent and had graphic patterns on their bodies, and besides being larger than a common fly, they seemed extremely clean and fond of you.
Beelzebub who sees through the lens of the insects all your moments. From the cutest to the most intimate. He sees you offering a cupcake to one of the flies, to you humming in the shower, to when you're snuggled up in your sheets, your hand in frantic moviments to bring your climax while you whisper his name over and over. Your dildo - so big and large, are you preparing yourself for him? How cute - plunged so deep inside your eyes cross and the shirt you are wearing - his shirt, big on your body but glued on your nose, - his musky, strong scent making you dizzy- gets all wet from the saliva escaping your mouth. Your spit wetting everything and he purrs in his bed, closing his eyes and letting his favorite show entertain him.
Beelzezbub who when you are touching yourself bring his ultimate self restraint not to squeeze his trembling dick in his hand. He prefers to watch your entire process, building this untouchable pleasure for when you are fast asleep, and he can come make a visit.
Beelzebub who goes straight to the source of his blissful dreams, checking your hole - still wet and abused, still pulsing even when you are in deep sleep - first, just looking, just admiring. Then, his hands starts the work, pulling your cheeks apart and squeezing them with moderate force. Watching the flesh ooze out between his fingers makes him bite his lip in agony and anxiety.
Beelzebub who nudges his nose deep in your maddening puckering hole who was blinking at him seconds ago. He laps the lefted over juices with the vigor of Hercules and he doesn't stop until you've cummed in his tongue, - which is deep in your sex - and he can go to his room not totally satisfied, but with enough fullfilment so his fun can truly start.
Beelzebub who is not shy about his desires and vehemently caresses his heavy cock for you. He is in his game chair - in front of the pc he built to play with Levi- shirt getting bit by his teeth and his pj's shorts low on his muscular tights.
Beelzebub who does not rush anything he does besides eating food so, with his own pleasure, it wouldn't be different. He starts by wrapping his hand really tight on it, his cock already very wet by his own precum who wouldn't stop woozing of it. His hands agonizingly moving up and down until his eyes welled up with tears and that warm, desperate feeling began to surface, and that's when he squeezed harder, pulling with more pressure and brutality.
The phone on his other hands being nearly crushed by the force with which it was being held. A picture of you displayed on it, your lips dirty with vanilla three headed cow ice cream and a big smile on you face. It's unfair how he wishes it was his cum glazing your lips that way, making it shiny in that way.
Would you be happy if cummed all over your face? Would you eat it all up? Would you lick your lips and ask for more? Would you call him a big meanie for not even putting his fat cock on your mouth? Just fapping and smushing his meat in your face while you wait there with a big pout on your lips...would you?
Beelzebub who cums on his phone, hard. His hips rolling while his thights tremble, thrusting in the air, his dick pulsing ferverish on his hand while he spurt his semen on your cute picture.
Beelzebub who always plans movie nights so he can sabotage your food in some way. His favorite is putting small dosages of aphrodisiac in your food so he can see you squirm in his lap. He loves making you feel guilty about your - his - perversity. Like, he bought all these sweets and treats for you guys to watch a movie, and you're thinking about this sort of thing? How naughty of you.
Beelzebub who when you try to excuse yourself to the bathroom, he will tightly hold your waist, faking a worried expression and turning your face with his hand to see your glazed desperate eyes who at all costs try to avoid his. Your lips almost bleeding from how much you've been biting the flesh there. Your spit coating them and making irrestible for him not to tease you further.
Beelzebub who feels your underwear coat his thin sleeping shorts and he has to hold his breath not to give away his motives. "Is everything okay? What happened?" His voice too close to your ear and you try again to squeeze out of his hold.
"B-beel- please- let me g-go"
Beelzebub who enjoys seeing the sweat forming in your forehead and presses your nerves even further by his act of good samaritan. "Ooh...I get it. It's okay my love, we all have needs."
Beelzebub who laughs right in your face when he feels how drenched your underwear is. His fingers pressing your sensitive place without mercy, your sweet moans making his cock leak precum wildly, he offers, so innocently, "Beel will help you, yeah? Sit on my face." And when you agree instantly he knows he won. You are already, totally his.
RIGHT T-THERE!
Beelzebub who now gets to unleash his beast 100%. Loves making out in public. That messy, spit falling everything, tears on the cheeks, out of breath make out. Even more when it's after his games. You look so pretty in his jersey and when you enter the changing rooms, so unaware that he's lurking in the shadows of the soon to be full room.
Beelzebub who shoves you in the shower area, - thanking god that they are private- not giving you time to complain. He kisses you lasciviously, carriying you by your ass, your feet dangling by his waist and he smirks so hard it makes you mad.
Beelzebub who gives you puppy eyes when you harshly grabs his hair. Your repressive gaze making him harder then he was before. "I just love you so much, I couldn't wait anymore...sorry..."
Beelzebub who sees your expression shift from mad, to loving, to desperate. The voices of his teammates invading your ears and he swears you look as pale as a paper.
Beelzebub who feels kinda bad and reassures you softly but dominant. Demanding. His voice in a whisper when he says, "Hey, look into my eyes. No one is gonna see us. Gonna see you. I won't let them. Everything is okay. Focus on me. And how good you are going to feel. Understand?"
Beelzebub who smiles at your meek nod. His lips going back to yours with a romantic tone to it. The dance between your tongues more slow but no less lewd.
The sound of the showers being open and males chatting in the background doing little to worry you now that his hung and heavy cock was between you legs, smushing your sex with avid exciment.
Beelzebub who opens the shower to not bring suspicions about what's happening. The water gluing your clothes to your body and he latches his mouth on your nipple. His busy mouth asking gently for you to beat his meat and you obedientely grabs his leaking cock between your trembling palm.
He was hot and tantalizing against your hand. His frenzied breath now on your neck, holded back the growls he wanted to make.
Beelzebub who, when he cummed, brings your hand to his mouth, gathering up his on semen on his mouth only to share it with you in a steamy kiss.
Beelzebub who proceeds to put you down and smush your face agains the warm tiles and eat you out until theres no one in the room anymore. His effort to not let his team mates know what's happening there, dissolving when your tiny moan start to fly out of your mouth and his own shower never ending. He honestly doesn't care. It's better this way. It's better they know he is not ashamed of taking you anywhere he wants, for his desire for you is incessant.
Beelzebub who loves to eat fruits in your hole. He adjusts them so beautifully, making them aesthetically pleasing that he always takes pictures of it. He has an entire folder of theses moments in his phone galery. His creativity is never ending.
Beelzebub who puts whipped cream with strawberries on top of your nipples and around other parts of your body. By the end of the session, you are trembling, ardent with desire and sticky from body fluids and sugar.
Beelzebub who, when he decids it's time to finally oficialize things, boughts you the prettiest necklace you have ever seen. It's of good quality, but it's simple, and even better, has a profund meaning for both of you.
Beelzebub who makes a picnic for both of you by the beach. His wandering eyes passing throught you entire figure in your swimsuit you bought just for him. When he finally asks you to be his partner, is late at night, the beach is empty and only the waves shocking against each other can be heard.
Beelzebub who gets flustered when you cry and hug him because he is madly in love with you, and to know that you feel the same, in the same intensity, makes him warm inside; complete.
Beelzebub who when you two return to the inn, decides is time for him to fuck you deliciously. And when he looks at you, he sees it in your eyes that you are ready too.
Beelzebub who first fucks you for at least one hour in the monster dildo he bought you. The shape was of a tentacle and he thought it was so cool that he needed to see it going in and out of your spongy, blabbering hole. He has you on all fours, your shivering tights threatening to give out but he's there to support you.
"Beel-s'toomuch-beel!beel!
"Beel's listening sweetheart, don't worry, you are doing an excelent job."
Beelzebub who take the opportunity to do the sex tape of your guys first time making love.
Beelzebub who spends another hour just eating you out. For him, truly, never it's enough being between your legs. It's not a duty, or just a "thing to make his dick enter you better." He actually enjoys it. He could literally stay hours there, making out with one of his favorites parts of you. And he did.
By the time he actually penetrates you, you couldn't form a sentence. Your eyes could barely open without tears spilling from them. When you finally feels his hot, atrocious cock dive into your warmth, your consciousness seemed to return when you suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.
"Beel fe-eels so goood-kiss mekissmekissme"
On the other end, Beelzebub could not take his eyes of you. You were mesmerizing impaled on his cock. Your already abused hole seemed more eager and even more vivid now that it was him making his way in your walls.
"Ffffffuck-you look so pretty like this-"
Beelzebub who thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. His stamina making you dumb and talking non-sense. You are not even sure of how everything ended or when did you went to sleep. You just felt so good all the time that, time itself stopped existing, and only the rythm of his cock being real to you. But what he knows, is that you will look so pretty in the video. Especially the full nelson he put you in, and oh, the mating press gonna look awesome too. Beelzebub can't wait to see your hole being stretched fully and his balls slapping your ass, the white ring of cum at the base of his cock being so big it formed a puddle on the bed.
Beelzebub who can't wait to make another sex tape while watching this one with you.
Beelzebub who, for now, will only appreciate the way the sun hits you face, and the way the light tropical breaze makes everything more magical. He can't wait to spend his whole life, with you, truly.
So...how was it? Did I pass the test?












