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Soft as Bread, Sweet as Honey Chapter 1

Beel x Female Reader.

Description: Being the only female human in the Devildom can be tough, especially when you're surrounded by beautiful demons all day long. Your feelings of inadequacy are only heightened around the beautiful brothers, especially Beelzebub, who is as firm as you are soft.

(I've firmly set the characters to be college aged (give or take a few thousand years for the demons), since the idea of writing smut about high school kids squicks me out.) Porn with Plot.

Notes: Hello! This is my first fic in literally years, and my first Obey Me fic ever. Will eventually migrate over to AO3 when I get my new invitation. Let me know what you like because ~*I don't know what I'm doing*~

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | One of the things you miss the most about the human world is the sun. The Devildom exists in perpetual shade, and while the demons don’t seem to mind it (“No UV damage to worry about!” Asmo has reminded you multiple times), you miss the warmth on your skin. Today you’re feeling particularly nostalgic, so you’ve decided to sit in the grass of the RAD gardens for lunch. You have to admit that it is beautiful out here, if not in a way that you’re used to. The way the dusky purple sky just barely illuminates the garden causes shadows to dapple the stonework and dance over the petals of the jewel hued flowers. It also casts just enough light for you to see the other students walking through the open air hallways. They move with ethereal grace, willowy figures accentuated by the clean lines and tapered waists of your school uniforms. You hunch forward over your lunch, poking at your sad looking salad-- mixed lettuce, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, light dressing-- without enthusiasm. Your body confidence wasn’t stellar in the human world, and now that you’re surrounded by beings that look like they had climbed from an Aubrey Beardsley work, you feel particularly unappealing.

“That’s not all you’re eating, is it?” says a voice from above you, before you feel someone drop down to sit on the grass beside you. You start, pulled from your thoughts as you look over into Beelzebub’s face. Even sitting, he towers over you. His brows are pulled together over his amethyst eyes as he watches you chew on a leaf of lettuce. Apparently, he’s actually waiting for an answer because he pokes you in the arm and repeats himself, leaning over to look at the salad in your bowl.

“Uh, I mean- yeah.” you say, glancing away from him. Then you clue in. “Oh, do you want some?” you ask, spearing a tomato and holding it out to him.

“Are you kidding? That’s not even enough for you,” he says, though he does lean in and take the tomato off your fork. “Oops, sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

“Sure it is,” you say, going for a cucumber wedge, “it’s perfectly fine.”

The furrow between his eyebrows grows. “I don’t know a lot about humans, but I’m pretty sure that’s not true. Come to the cafeteria with me. They’ve got havoc devil tacos today. I’ve already had five, but I could go for a few more.”

You swallow. You can’t help but notice how handsome Beel looks, even in his rumpled uniform. As usual, he’s left the jacket open and hasn’t bothered to button his green shirt up all the way. If he was wearing a tie this morning, he’s discarded it by now.. Though he’s wearing a t-shirt underneath, you can see the outline of his firm chest. There’s no way you’re going to eat anything else in front of him-- maybe ever.

“It’s such a nice day,” you say, “I just want to stay here in the garden. Hey, did you start that project on genetic splicing for Professor Xavier?” you ask, desperately trying to switch the subject away from food.

Beel looks up at the sky, the violet color of the atmosphere reflecting off of his eyes, making them look like pools of liquid amethyst. “I guess it’s okay out. Yeah, we’ve started. Satan is my lab partner for this project, so he’s got most things covered. It’s best just to stay out of his way, you know?”

You laugh, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “I have Sybil. She’s already got our talking points outlined and a study schedule drawn up. I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of you guys this week.”

He nodded, chuckling. “I was her partner for a History project once, I don’t think she even let me sleep.”

You wonder if History class was the only time Beel and Sibyl were ever partners. You can’t help but notice the way she looks at him-- or the way she looks. She’s beautiful and leggy, with hair so soft you’re pretty sure that even Asmo is jealous. You do your best to turn your grimace into a smile. Sibyl is a lovely person. Er, demon. You know your feelings of inadequacy aren’t her fault.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick. It’s probably from all that rabbit food, I really think some tacos would make you feel better.”

“Look, Beel... I appreciate it, but just stop, okay? Stop offering me food.” You pull your legs closer to your body and dip your head, trying your best to occupy as little space as possible in front of the beautiful demon.

“I- okay. I’m sorry.” He pauses, then laughs, “I guess I just forget that not everybody is as hungry as me.”

“It’s not that,” you mumble as you feel your cheeks redden “I’m just... I’m on a diet, okay?” When he doesn’t say anything right away, your gut clenches and you instinctively try to lighten the mood, “I don’t need any more carbs, my thighs look like loaves of bread already!” You force a laugh.

He mumbles something beside you, and you’re worried that you’ve made him uncomfortable now. You doubt that Beel has ever looked less than incredible in his entire life. It’s quiet for a moment while you rack your brain desperately, looking for something else to say. But then, “Does that bother you?” he asks, voice quiet.

“What? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”

You hear him suck in a breath, and you raise your head to look at him, confused. Now it’s his cheeks that are flushed, his eyes on the ground. “I said, I know, and... and I like them.”

“Oh,” is all you can say. You feel like your stomach is in your chest, and it’s fighting for space with your heart, which you swear has started beating louder. You can’t help but picture Sibyl’s tiny, porcelain smooth thighs, and the perfect gap between them. You pull your skirt down lower, hoping to cover as much of your skin as you can. Even though your uniform is modest, you’ve never felt more exposed. You’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.

“So,” he clears his throat, still looking at the ground as he tugs out fistfuls of grass, “does- does that bother you?”

“No, of course not. I just think that maybe you’re mistaken.”

Now he’s looking at you. Right at you. Surprise is written all over his face. “You think I’m mistaken about what I like?”

Now that you hear him say it, you realize how ridiculous it sounds. Did you honestly just say that? Yes, you did. And yes, you know it sounds stupid. But you stand by it anyway. “I just don’t see how anybody could, especially you. They’re all soft and dimply, and they touch when I stand up. You’re so...” you gesture at his body, “firm.”

Beel’s face and throat are absolutely scarlet now. You notice that his skin clashes beautifully with his hair, and your heart rate kicks up another notch. “Muscular isn’t the only way to look good,” he says, “I like soft, too.” He turns his body towards you and reaches forward, hand hovering over the hem of your skirt. “Can I... touch you?”

You stammer out something between “yes” and “sure” that comes out sounding like “yer” as he places his hand on your knee, running it up and down your thigh, pushing your skirt up as his warm palm glides over your skin. You’ve never noticed how big his hands are before. He moves his hand up to your knee again before running it back down, this time trailing his fingers all the way down the back of your thigh, brushing over the hem of your underwear. Your skin tingles where it touches his, and you gasp softly. He draws his hand away.

“Sorry. Too much?” he asks, his voice catching.

“No,” you say, unconsciously leaning towards him. You swallow, your throat suddenly very dry. “Not enough.”

He draws in a breath before closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is feather light, just a brush of lips, a testing of the waters. One of his hands weaves into your hair, gently cupping the back of your head as the other resumes stroking your leg. You sigh, leaning into him and deepening the kiss, softly sucking one of his lips into your mouth. He groans softly against you, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your panties. You clutch his wrinkled jacket in your hand, pulling him closer just as the alarm on your D.D.D. goes off, signalling the end of your break.

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