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devildom-moss · 10 months

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Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

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peachy-passions · 4 years

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Sensitivity

Hello there! Let me introduce my really first fic here on Tumblr. I should say that the whole Obey Me! and Beelzebub don’t belong to me, all right belongs to the creators! :) What’s the story? Not so long ago I had a conversation with my dear friends (can i say that we are friends, right? ;-;) that what if our dear demon Brothers tattoos (markings?) are sensitive in their demon form? So I write this little fic about my MC (Luna) and Beelzebub (i love you hubby) because i’m not really good in the reader instert fics… I got carried away a little with the plot and it came out longer than I thought it would (3292 Word).

Let me say that English is not my first language, and it not beta read, but i hope you will like it! :)

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Luna didn’t understand how she ended up in this situation. Her body pushed up against the wall, her back arched, her throat sore from the continuous moans. Long fingers between her lover’s silky locks, his lips pressed against her pulse point on her neck, his manhood rhythmically moving in and out of her. It was like a pure ecstasy. She didn’t understand how could a sweet, loving and gentle man be this rough, this raw… but she loved it.

It was a really quiet day in Devildom as usually. The moon shined brightly on the top of the sky, clouds nowhere to be seen. The air was pleasantly warm, almost hot, on the verge of the summer. Luna was afraid that if they finally reach June, and the weather will be hotter then she would boil alive in the literal Hell. Her skin wasn’t made for this hotness. Neither her eyes. She gulped when her turquoise eyes landed on her not so long time boyfriend. His hair was ruffled as always, those orange locks shined under the lamp above the dining table. His lilac eyes were focused on the food before him and searched his next thing to eat in the row. Those full lips attracted her eyes like a magnet and all she could do is licking her own lips.

Her imagination went vivid. All that she could think was those lips on hers, his big hands on her body, his damp skin on hers, their body connected in the most beautiful way. Only the thought made her excited, her legs quickly pressed together to calm her arousal. She had to behave… she was at the dining table with seven powerful, strong and really handsome demons, how could easily smell her excitement and maybe take advantage on her. Oh no. Of course, they wouldn’t. They just wanted. She only belonged to the sixth ruler of the hell, Beelzebub.

- Everything is okay, little kitten?

Asmodeus’ silky voice brought her back to the reality, his hand slightly touching hers next to the fork what was untouched.

- Y-yeah! Why you ask?

She gulped and her face became red as a tomato. Of course, that Asmo would feel her lust for his brother. Why the hell would the Avatar of Lust don’t feel it?

- You haven’t touched your food yet. Maybe you are hunger for some another kind of food?

Asmo smirked at her knowingly then looked at his eating brother. Of course, Beel wouldn’t notice anything except food around him. If you don’t say his name while he is eating or don’t happen anything dangerous around them, he will eat. He has to fill the void in his stomach.

- I’m just not that hungry right now, Asmo! I-I think I will be in my room! If you excuse me…

She stood up from her seat, smiled lightly at everybody who looked at her with awe and quickly left the dining room. Her heart stammered in her chest, her face burned from her encounter with Asmo and her infinite longing for Beelzebub. However... how could she not want an Adonis like him? He was handsome, his body like a finely made sculpture from marble. His lips always devoured her like there was no tomorrow. Those lips could work magic on her like no one ever. Those long, delicate fingers-

- Oi! Luna!

She jumped from the voice behind her back, her hands automatically went to her heart which almost stopped from the low, baritone voice.

- Hey! Are you alright? You didn’t eat anything!

Two strong hands sneaked around her waist, soft lips touched the crown of her head, her back pressed against the hard wall of muscles.

- Y-yes, everything is super fine, Beel! I’m just ate too much snacks with you in the morning after breakfast that I’m still full!

She did the only one thing which her boyfriend didn’t like. She lied. She lied to him. But how could the blonde tell him that she didn’t eat because she could only think of him between her legs? His sweating body on top of hers? Beelzebub wasn’t that man who always wanted to have sex. Of course, he liked it. But it wasn’t on the top of his list. The top of the list was the food... and his family… and Luna. In a draw. After them was the work out. Then school. Then after all of that came the sexual activities. And to be honest, in the ninety-nine percent of the cases Luna was the one who initiated to do the do. Beel almost never became that horny to suggest it to her. Yeah. He never said no to her girlfriend when she was in the mood. But Luna didn’t know that it’s because he was too in the mood or he just really loved her and he couldn’t say no.

- …una! Luna!

She shook her head and blinked a few times before she could detect Beelzebub before her, his big palms on both side of her shoulders, worry on his face.

- S-sorry! I zoned out. Can you say it again?

- I just asked if you are really alright?!

- Of course I am. My mind just went… somewhere else.

She bit the last few words, and her voice almost inaudible. Her turquoise orbs looked into his warm lilac ones and she blushed again. Luna never will used to how handsome is Beelzebub. She was the luckiest human in the Devildom.

- And where?

Beel’s smile was so genuine, so warm and sweet that she could melt from it on the spot. Could she say what’s on her mind? Will he think that he is such a pervert and she can only think of that? Or will he just nod, like he always do, with a big smile and a blush on his face, then lead her to her or his room and just take her?

- I… You know I never have the real option to see you in your demon form!

GOD. It was the first sentence what leave her pink lips. Luna wanted to sink into the ground under her and disappear for a short time. Especially when she saw the shock on Beel’s face, then the blush. She totally shocked him. Her eyes filled with tears because of the shame, her hands went straight to her face to cover her. Maybe if she couldn’t see Beel then he wouldn’t see her either?

- Hey Luna! It-it’s alright! I just never thought you would like to see me that way... a-and it was so sudden, out of the nowhere!

His warm fingers gently wrapped around the blond’s wrist then his soft lips pushed to her palms.

- I can show you… if you really want.

Beel’s face was red as a tomato and his eyes looked everywhere except his lover’s face. Luna gulped then let out a big sigh. She didn’t want to embarrass Beel. His poor (not so) innocent soul was too pure to hurt him…

A few moments later, when Luna finally understood what happened around her, she looked around. They were in her room, the door tight shut and closed and they stood in the middle of the room. Beel blushed hardly, his hands pressed against his chest – and they shook a little bit.

- It’s okay, if you don’t want to, Beel!

Her hands reached for him but he shook his head and gulped. The next moment a blinding, bright light filled the room, like back then, when Mammon forced Luna to eat Beel’s custard. When Luna finally could see again… her breath caught back in her throat. The blond could swear that Beelzebub was a few inch taller than in her normal form. Wait. It was his normal form, wasn’t it?

- Can… Can I come closer?

Her voice was soft and quiet. Like she was afraid... but no. She wasn’t. Those thick thorns on the demon’s head intimated her. His wings shined so brightly in the poor light… and his whole aura made her stomach tingled with anticipation.

Beelzebub just nodded and his heart almost jumped out of his ribcages. Especially when Luna started to close the distance between them. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity and something else… he was sure that he was that kind of light in her eyes… Maybe she was horny? No. It can’t be…

- Can I touch you?

Her body was so close to his that he felt the warm, which radiated from her perfect and fragile body. He couldn’t speak nor move, so when he just looked in her eyes to give her permission her hand almost immediately reached for his horns. Luna was short. Almost too short to reach his horns so he bended down a little. When her soft fingertips brushed against his horn, he had to choke a moan. Nobody every touched his horns before him, except himself of course. But that’s an another kind of feeling.

- It’s so strange… - she smiled. – Don’t get me wrong. I mean it a good way. The texture is so rough, yet it feels so soft!

He smiled on his girlfriend’s statement and finally he let down his hands next to his torso. She touched him so carefully, like she could hurt him in any second – which was impossible. Luna was a strong human but not as strong to easily hurt the sixth strongest demon in the row.

Her small hands reached for his jacket then looked at him questionably.

- Can-can you take off these? I mean the jacked and the t-shirt?

Her face blushed but her shined brightly like thousand diamonds in the sunlight. He nodded then slowly removed his top clothing. Her hungry eyes followed his every little move and when she finally saw his chiselled chest, she could only gulp. Her index finger slowly pointed on his wings and when he nodded again then the girl carefully moved around him. Her hand touched his wings like a feather and he had to clench his hand in a fist and choke an another moan. His wings were more sensitive than his horns.

- Sorry. – she whispered

He shook his head and tried to calm his fast beating heart in his chest. She touched him a numerous time but never on his so sensitive areas like these. Yeah, his “human” form had sensitive areas too, but these kind of things for a demon is the most fragile, these have the most nerve point…

- You are beautiful!

Her lips touched his back between his back and he sighed. He could say anything about himself. So many things. But the word ‘beautiful’ was not between them.

- Luna…

Her hands sneaked around him, fingertips slowly caressed his toned chest, his hard abs while her chest pressed against his waist. She was so tiny compared to him. But she was the most beautiful, most caring, loving and the nicest person from all of the three realm.

- Luna.

He moved around in her loving hug then bended down and pressed his chapped lips to her soft ones. Her lips tasted like the sweetest honey in the world, her scent was so intoxicating – mixed between a ripe peach, with a little vanilla and of course her growing arousal. She couldn’t hide it, even if she tried. Then Beel suddenly felt really hungry. Hungry for something which was between his arms. He wanted to taste her. To devour her. He wanted to fill his hunger with her moans, mewls and her sweet wetness between her legs…

Luna’s hands wrapped around his neck, her lips kissed his jaws while his hands sneaked under her top and caressed her soft back.

- You are so fucking beautiful Beel!- she sighed

Her lips wrapped on his pulse point, right on his black markings. His wings started to buzz from the feeling and a loud moan left his lips. She jumped back a little from the noises and questionably looked at his wings.

- Beel?

- So-sorry! – his face reddened with his embarrassment and he hide his face in her hair. – I am sorry.

- Are those markings. Tattoos… I don’t know the right word… Maybe, are those super sensitive for you?- she smiled sheepishly

Beelzebub just nodded in her hair but didn’t think that right after he nods her tongue lick his markings again. His hands roughly grabbed her hips with such a force that it was sure that it will leave a big bruise on her delicate skin. But all she did was to moan on his skin while her tongue kitten licked his black mark, her fingers caressed his scapula right under his fragile wings.

- Don’t do this, Luna. Please. – his voice shook under her ministrations

- Why?- she smiled then bit down his collarbone

- I won’t be able to stop!

- What? And who said you should?- she purred then pressed her chest against his chest

The next thing she recognized that she was pressed against the wall, her top mysteriously gone, her bare chest pressed against his, his lips roughly claiming hers. Beelzebub never was like this. Never. But Luna really liked it. The wetness between her legs just grew, her nipples hardened against his pectorals. His hands roamed her torso up to her chest. His fangs dug into her lower lip, a sweet moan left her lips, his hands grabbed the flesh of her chest and started kneading them. Luna’s head swirled because of the sudden, raw pleasure. She loved this side of Beelzebub. This raw, strong, wild side. Oh if only she knew that some licking on his markings would do that… she would request it from out of the sudden, even it wasn’t on her mind. When she said those words she hadn’t even think. She just said some random things to him to save herself from the shame.

- Beel!

Her fingers hold into his ginger locks, her back arched against him, his sweet lips wrapped around her pink nipple. Beel’s tongue licked the perked nub and he tried to forget the tight, hot feeling in his pants. His erection raged and wanted to be freed so hard that it was almost painful. But it could wait. He had to fill his empty stomach. He had to make her come. He had to taste her sweet juices.

His lips travelled south and when he finally came eye level with his target he licked his lips. He quickly looked back to Luna’s flushed face then buried his tongue between her slick folds. Luna’s head threw back and her fingers wrapped around Beel’s horns. Beel growled from the sensation, and his tongue started to kitten lick her clit. Her legs trembled from the attacks, her breath caught in her throat and his finger gripped Beel’s horns like some anchor with such a force that she was happy that she is just a human and can’t hurt him.

Beelzebub felt that those long, silky legs trembled around his head and knew that Luna will slowly give in and won’t be able to stand for a long time until she cums. But he wanted her to cum. He wanted to taste her overflowing juices, he wanted to hear her scream from the pleasure. He almost sounded like his brother, Mammon. He sounded like a greedy man in the heat. But he was everything but not greedy, right? His strong arms sneaked under the shaking ones and in the next second he stood up with Luna in his neck, her heels brushed against his wings. She yelped from the sudden move, her body yanked forward, her tits pushed against the crown of his head, her stomach pressed against his head – his horns almost impale her.

- Be-Beel!- she yelped

Beelzebub growled back, his tongue pressed flat against her pearl. She mewl from the height, from the new position, her legs strongly wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers still around his dark, silky horns. She knew she is on the verge of her first orgasm. Beel’s tongue lapped her folds like a dog laps the fresh water in a hot weather. His finger dug deep in her thighs, her hips moved rhythmically with his lips. She felt that knot in her stomach and she know it won’t take long before it snaps.

- Beel! I’m gonna-

Her orgasm crashed so strongly like never before. Her vision went white, she become deaf, her breath hitched then caught in her lungs. All she could feel was pure ecstasy. When she finally came back from the clouds she looked down on her lover and she felt her clit start to pulse again. Beelzebub’s eyes fixed on her, filled with lust with such a way she had never seen before. Luna knew that he is far from the finish. She unleashed the wild side of the demon. She was almost afraid that he would eat her. Literally.

- Beelzebub?

Her voice was cracked, her breathing uneven, her legs trembled on his shoulders. He smirked then moved her left leg from his neck, his strong hands wrapped around her torso. She moved her another leg and when her face was finally in eye level him - she immediately kissed him. She didn’t bother that she could still feel herself on his lips. She had to kiss him. She loved him so much…

- I love you!- she whispered in the kiss

The demon smiled and one of his hand went to his belt while pressed her against the wall again. She whined from the sudden move, and when she felt his raging erection pressed against his wet womanhood, she kissed him again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he slowly slipped in. Her back arched, her nails dug into his biceps and Beel hissed from his tightness. It didn’t matter how many times they did the do… She was always so tight, so wet… and it didn’t help either that he was really big. He was really long and thick and in the beginning he was really afraid that she couldn’t bare him and she will rip. But she took him so well. Like right now.

- Mo-move Beel!- she moaned

He sucked on her neck then started to move. Her moans were like a sweet candy and he grunted when she suddenly gripped his cock. She laughed but not too long until he pushed himself deeper in her, the head of his cock pressed against her sweet spot – over and over, again. Her eyes filled with tears, Beelzebub’s wing started to buzz again – indicating that he was really close to his end too.

- Beelzebub!

She screamed then came the second time of the day and after a few pumps Beel followed her and emptied himself in her. Their lips met again so lovingly and gently this time. Beelzebub slowly slipped out of her and put down Luna, but their lips never disconnected.

- I love you too!- he whispered in the kiss

Luna smiled then leaned back from his lips. His horns and his full demon form disappeared. Only the sweet and giant teddy bear stood before her.

- You know… I lied when I staid I thought about your demon form… It was true that you were in my head… But I only imagined you between my thighs… Not even your demon form. But I am glad that I said that!- she blushed and laughed

Beel smiled down on his human doll and laughed too. He was glad that he was on her mind. Not anybody else. Maybe he was a little greedy. But a little is okay, isn’t it?

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