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โธ Beelzebub x reader โธ 1.2k ish โธ vore, heavy sacrilege undertones, cockwarming of sorts, this takes place during intercourse, reader doesn't explicitly die but passes out so take it however you want.
โธ if you ever played obey me! you know the untapped cannibal potential this big boy has.
He should be used to the constant hunger by now, as the assigned avatar of Gluttony the constant emptiness sitting at the pit of his stomach has become a daily companion. It claws at his insides asking for more and more every day. Craving to be sated. Calling for nourishment.
Thatโs why he remembers to always have something on hand to quench this craving that plagues him on an incessant basis.
But this time is different. These days itโs getting harder and harder to satisfy it for some reason, no matter the amount of snacks he ingests during school or the full course meals he consumes at home it never ceases. It keeps demanding for more. Like a starved animal.
Beelzebub knows what it wants, what it needs, but doesnโt have the courage to fulfill its wish. Not after how Lucifer punished the last time he decided to pull a stunt like this. He still recoils at the memory of the hunger pains he had to go through because he decided to act on his own urges without asking for permission first.
But when youโre standing above him naked, your eyes glazed over in pleasure, your mouth hanging open in soft moans painting the most beautiful picture, akin to a renaissance painting worth adorning a hall in his eyes, he finds his will crumbling.
He canโt ignore the blood in your veins pumping below your skin keeps calling his name, nor the soft sheen of sweat shining in the dim light hypnotising him into a drooling trance. Heโs a creature birthed from sin itself, easily falling prey to his own instincts, holding onto the scrap of morality the Devildom managed to institute in him. He tries so hard to not give into it, but the more time you spend bouncing on his cock, taunting him by arching your bare chest straight in his face, he feels his resolve crumbling. With each pass of his mouth on your neck you feel his movements become harsher and harsher, going from simple licks to teeth scrapes, but all they manage to do is excite you even more, as you increase your pace, assuming your lover for the night is simply approaching his release, judging by the way heโs gripping your thighs with a bruising force.
Is not until you feel his nails digging in the fat of your hip you realise that maybe, what heโs trying to get at isnโt his orgasm. Slowing to a stop you try to ask him whatโs wrong but all you get are mumbled apologies whispered against your sternum as he moves to hold you closer, one of his arms wrapping around your back as if trying to merge you with him.
โIโm sorry I canโt. I canโt resist it.โ
You softly cradle his head, scratching your nails against his scalp in a pattern, trying to calm him down enough to get out of the frenzy he seems to be stuck in. โWhatโs wrong baby? You can tell me anything, ok?โ Your hands cupping his cheeks to finally get him to directly look at you.
โI- I want you.โ
โYou have me?โ Seeming confused by his statement, considering youโre sitting in his lap with his cock nestled deep inside you, still throbbing against your walls despite his apparent distress.
โNo I-โ He scrambles to find the words stuck at the back of his throat, and with a dry swallow he manages to choke out his desire โI want to eat you. Devour you whole. Consume you. And I just. Canโt do this to you.โ
As his secret is revealed he makes a move to detach himself from you, as if increasing the distance between you two might diminish the burning hunger he seems to be consumed by. But before he can lift you off of him, you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, fully pushing your chest into him, draping your entire body weight against him.
โThen have me.โ
โAre you crazy?! I could- I could kill you. And then if you die Luci will-โ
Without missing a beat you yank his hair to shut him up and looking dead into his eyes, searching for that glimmer of perversion that started this situation you reassure him.
โI donโt care.โ
The silence veiling the room at your statement is almost suffocating, a preamble of calm before the storm neither of you are sure how it will turn out.
Once he finally manages to gather his thoughts, with tense shoulders and sweaty palms he tugs you closer
โAre you- are you sure? Do you understand wha-โ
โI want it.โ You cut him off with a soft peck. โWant all of youโ starting to slowly roll your hips against him, inviting him into giving in to his darkest urges like a temptress. It paints quite the picture if you consider yourself, a mere human, is trying to seduce a demon, a creature made from the same substance of cardinal sin, into debauchery. โyouโre the sin of Gluttony, made to feast on humanity as a whole to satisfy your thirst. Have me flesh and blood in any way it pleases you, Beelzebub.โ whispering his name against his lips like a prayer, dead set on experiencing the corruption of the soul in all its glory, no matter how much convincing it takes.
With a shuddering breath he lowers his head back onto your shoulder, nestling his chin right above your collarbone to hesitantly mouth at the muscle of your shoulder.
He silently pleads to whichever entity runs this universe for your willingness before he clenches his eyes shut, biting back any shred of common sense, and finally lets himself sink his teeth into your flesh. In a scream, you clench down onto him at the searing hot pain striking you to the core, stuttering the waves of your hips but never ceasing your movements, hellbent in your resolve.
His ears keep ringing as he leans back to chew down the bloody mouthful, the murky shadow of sin veiling his violet eyes to resemble the dark of night, eagerly drinking up the metallic flavour of your blood, licking his lips for any remaining drop. You greet his deranged stare with a soft smile and tears brimming the corner of your eyes.
With a guttural snarl he crashes your lips together, prying your mouth open to chew on the squishy meat of your tongue, the crimson fluids dripping down from your kiss staining the pristine sheets in tandem with your release, crashing into you like a wave on the shore, completely unexpected. Heโs so ravenous with it he manages to overpower your trembling form to lean back, switching positions to completely overwhelm you as he proceeds to mindlessly rut into you, without a specific aim or care, the only goal relieving himself.
You welcome his broad figure overing you with open arms and a soft declaration of devotion garbled in between mouthfuls of blood pouring from what remains of your tongue.
You card your fingers in his soft ginger hair and relish in his tankful kisses while he proceeds to descend further down your body, to keep feasting on the offering you gifted him with, leaning your head back against the soft pillows as you let the darkness creeping at the corners of your vision finally envelope you whole.
