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hauntedhokage · 14 days

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REM Sleep

Beel x F!MC

summary: after getting home to you later than expected, Beel decides to reintroduce you to his Rejuvenating and Eager Manhood while you sleep.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: somno/noncon, f!receiving oral, unprotected sex, biting, cockwarming, Beel has a massive dick and knows it (size-kink), Beel sees reader as smaller than him, Beel also has a great sense of smell,

note: I have to dedicate this one to my mom, who I accidentally sent a screenshot of the wip to instead of Silver and then had an entire panic episode practically sitting in her lap asking for her to delete the photo instead of reading. emotional damage fr.

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He was late.

Not that there was any agreed upon time that he’d be slipping into your room to sleep after practice; but for him to be coming in to see you fast asleep in your bed signaled that he was late. You’d stayed up for him, evidenced by the way you were still holding one of your textbooks while you slept, and that made him feel worse about coming in so late in the night.

“Hey,” he whispers into the dimly lit room, testing the waters to see how deeply you were sleeping. You don’t even so much as breathe in a way that would indicate disruption, and that has him treading a bit lighter through your room as he sets his bag down beside yours at the foot of the bed before he moves to where you’re laying. The textbook is carefully pulled from your arms and set on the nightstand, then his hands are carefully coaxing you into a more comfortable position that would be better for your neck.

You shift, adjusting your body so you lay on your stomach and that had his nose twitching at the scent of your arousal and making his mouth water. The plan for tonight was sex and studying, he could only assume that you spent some time getting yourself ready for him to get home from practice to start the show due to how strong your scent was.

He needed to shower, wash the sweat and grime off of his skin since he hadn’t showered at R.A.D. You hated when outside clothes touched your sheets, but he needed to smell more of you and you’d mentioned once that you didn’t mind his after-practice smell so he was going to opt to shower before he finally went to sleep. Right now he needed to welcome himself back into your presence so he could truly settle down and go to bed.

You were so pretty, wearing one of his muscle shirts and some sleep shorts - enough to not freeze in your bedroom but easy to move around and provide him the access he needed to bring you the pleasure he promised you. It’s easy for him to slide his hands under through the arm holes of the shirt and cup your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your pebbling nipples as his mouth gently kisses at your skin. You’d showered before getting into bed, your skin smelling fresh and tasting clean - perfect for him to nuzzle into and try to rub some of his smell onto you to help keep his brothers at bay. You shift a bit, forcing him to reluctantly pull away just in case you were waking up, only to watch as your leg bends upwards and overwhelming his nose with your arousal. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste you, and that has him moving carefully down your body to your legs so he could get to his late night snack.

A small whine is muffled by the pillow, bringing him only a moment of pause without caring if you did or didn’t wake up. He just wouldn't want you to be scared by the additional body in your bed that wasn’t there when you had gone to sleep.

“It’s just me,” he whispers against your thigh, peppering gentle kisses along your skin until he gets to the edge of your shorts. “Only me.”

And your body is pliant to his hands as he pulls the silky material down your legs to reveal your center, your limbs relaxed as his thumb trails along your glistening slit and dips between your folds with a quiet squelch. So wet, and just for him. How lucky that this was his treat at the end of every day, something he didn’t have to share and could devour as often as he wanted with the only concern being overstimulating your cute little body.

But right now, it wasn’t about being greedy. All he needed was to taste. He could make you cum on his fingers and tongue then take that essence with him into the shower so he could finish himself off there and keep from disturbing you further - the perfect plan. That was, until his tongue dragged up your slit to your waiting hole and he got his prize. There was no stepping away when you tasted so good, he knew better than to think he could walk away with only a taste.

His mouth practically suctions itself to your pussy, his tongue fucking into your delicious sweetness while his fingers play with your clit. He loved this, he loved you, and wanted to maximize this time he got where he had all of your attention. No brothers, no school, nothing in your head except the pleasure that he was providing you while you slept. He knew you dreamt of him often, so to dream of him eating you out only to wake up to a messy pussy and satisfied Beel would be quite the surprise for you - perhaps even a dream come true.

He’s not sure how long he’d been there by the time the fruits of your second orgasm coated his lips, but he’s painfully hard and his hips are seeking any kind of relief in the plush mattress. This should be when he goes to the shower, gets himself off without bothering you further. You had a long day, you deserved the uninterrupted rest. But you’re already so wet and his cock is leaking precum, why waste his previous efforts? He wouldn’t even need to penetrate, that was an unnecessary risk of hurting you anyway, he could just grind against you to get off. Outercourse had been your primary method of sexual gratification until you both felt confident enough to try penetration and was still actively part of your sex life because sometimes you just couldn’t take him.

A little extra lube from the nightstand drizzled on your pretty ass definitely helped with the glide of his cock along your slit and between your cheeks. Nice and easy, a slow pace to prevent jostling your body too much and he truly enjoyed the sight of his cock separating your cheeks and wanted to commit the sight to memory. And it feels great, you always felt so wonderful against him, but he needed more. Needed to feel you around him, velvety walls squeezing even just his head would be enough.

So his hands slide down, moving to a position where he can use his thumbs to spread your folds and give him the view he wanted of your hole clenching around nothing as he sits back to line his length up. Just the size comparison of his cock to your little hole made him feel so much bigger than you already did in your day-to-day life together, the way he literally stretched you open and nearly split you in half whenever he got to rut inside you was something special - truly an honor. His little human girlfriend, so tiny and would be more than easy to break but trusted him not to do just that.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, knowing you’d wake up feeling less than comfortable as he pushes the blunt tip of his cock into your hole. But there wasn’t any school, it’d be okay for you to be in bed all day - which is exactly where you would be considering how he’d already gotten the head pushed in without even realizing how easily his length was sinking into your relaxed body. But he couldn’t stop, not now. Not when you felt so warm and wet and looked so beautifully relaxed beneath him. Instead his hand arm loops around your hip, his fingers searching for your clit in hopes that he could make you cum again and squeeze his cock tighter.

This would be one of the rare few times he managed to get himself buried to the hilt inside you without seeing your face scrunch up in discomfort or needing to go impossibly slow to allow you time to adjust to him. As asleep as you were, your body simply accepted the intrusion with nothing more than a sigh leaving those pretty lips as you continued to sleep beneath him. All he needed to do was be gentle, that was all. He could do that.

Until you said his name.

“Beel,” leaving your lips in a dreamy sigh accompanied by an attempt to adjust your position (perhaps to try to snuggle closer to him). All it really did was push your hips back against his, and he can’t ask himself to hold back any longer. Not when you were wearing his shirt and begging him for more.

“I know,” he whispers, continuing to rock his hips into yours while lowering his body to properly cage you in between his frame and the mattress. The slow grind of his hips against your ass make him feel like he’s getting swallowed by your cunt, his glans stroking those innermost parts of you that have you mewling for him even in your sleep as your walls throb around him to signal another orgasm approaching.

“‘M gonna fill you, okay?” His whisper into your ear comes with a punctuated thrust that produces a choked breath from you, but he’s too close to his peak to be bothered. You were still sleeping soundly, so it couldn’t have been that bad. He was almost there anyway, you could take a couple rough thrusts for him. “Gonna fill you and then do it again in the morning.”

You’d like that, at least you had before. Waking up to his fingers trying to stretch you open, or the tip of his cock prodding at your tight entrance because he was so impatient that he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to indulge in the pleasures of your body. It wouldn’t even be too bad of a stretch, considering he was already so deep in you that your body wouldn’t have to try much harder to take him in just a few hours. Just thinking about you waking up to him fucking another load of his cum into you was enough to send him over that edge; his eyes shut tight while his teeth cut into the fragile skin of your shoulder to muffle his pleasured groans as his cum fills you.

The coppery taste on his tongue is added to his list of things to worry about in the morning, because getting out of bed - or even opening his eyes - wasn’t really an option after filling you like that. Now is when he should pull out, go take a shower and clean himself up, come back with a cool wet washcloth to clean you up and help soothe the ache before you’re awake to truly feel it. But your bed is comfortable and being wrapped around you like this with his cock still nestled deep inside was his own personal heaven, getting out of bed wasn’t going to happen.

He’d endure your feelings about it in the morning, or possibly fuck the negativity out of you. Time would tell.

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