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She reached for the knob with a trembling hand, dreading what might be waiting for her on the other side, though knowing there was no way out but through. Creaking softly, the heavy door swung open, and–
THUD.
You startled and nearly dropped the book you had been reading. Heart pounding, you took a deep breath and looked around. What time was it?
1:45 am.
Oof. You were going to be paying for that tomorrow. Sliding your bookmark between the pages, you could hear movement coming from the kitchen that shared a wall with your bedroom. Beel must be having a midnight snack.
The thought brought a smile to your face and helped ease your heart back toward a normal rhythm, but your nerves were still jangling. That’s what you got for staying up late reading thrillers.
A dryness in your throat and the possibility of a warm hug from Beel drove you out of bed and down the hall the short distance to the kitchen. Rounding the corner revealed Beel’s large form silhouetted by the light of the open refrigerator. You allowed yourself a moment to admire the way his broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist and long, strong legs.
“Finding anything good?” You asked in a playful tone.
Beel turned and smiled warmly at you, a cup of pudding in one hand. “MC.” The way he said your name made your insides flutter. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Stepping further into the room, you shook your head and moved to get yourself a glass. “No, I was up reading,” you said, standing on your tip toes to peer into the back of the cabinet where you usually hid your favorite mug. “I heard you in here and decided to get some water.”
Warmth spread across your skin as Beel stepped up behind you and reached over your head to pull your special mug down from the top shelf, his chest pressing into your back and sending tingles down to your toes.
“Thanks, Beel.” You turned around and smiled up at him. He lingered in your space for another second before stepping back to let you fill your cup.
“What was the name of that one human world food you were telling me about,” Beel asked as you turned back around, “with the crispy bread and the cheese in the middle?”
“Grilled cheese?” You suppressed a laugh.
“That’s the one!” Beel’s face lit up with pleasure and your heart did a funny little flip in your chest. “I wish I had some grilled cheese right now.”
How could you resist that face? “Would you like me to make you some, Beel?”
Surprise and delight warred on the sweet demon’s face and you couldn’t help but grin back at him when he said, “I would love that, yes please.”
Chuckling softly, you turned back toward the fridge to look for cheese slices. “Can you grab the bread, Beel?” you asked as you gathered the ingredients and set them on the counter. You could hear him rummaging in the pantry and a moment later, he was back at your side, setting a loaf down next to the cheese and butter.
“That’s all the ingredients?” Beel stepped close and peered down over your shoulder, dubiously examining the simple spread. “It can’t be that easy.”
You laughed and leaned back into his chest. “It really is, I promise,” you told him, looking up into the serene amethyst eyes that always took your breath away. “Come here, I’ll show you how to make it.” Beel managed to shift even closer to you, the length of his body grazing your back as he rested one hand on your hip and watched over your shoulder as you began to prepare the sandwiches for grilling.
Beel watched and listened attentively as you cooked, occasionally asking a question. You suspected his questions were mostly to distract you from his wandering hand. It had moved farther up your hip and under the hem of your sleep shirt and his thumb and index finger were now brushing against the bare skin of your side. It was utterly delightful and you pretended not to notice.
Before long, you had a stack of perfectly crispy and melty grilled cheese sandwiches on a plate and were trying to play defense long enough to get them onto the table. When you finally set them down, you hastily plucked a sandwich for yourself from the top of the pile and sat down to eat. Beel descended on the rest, and you absently wondered how many he might devour before you finished one.
“Mmmmmm,” Beel practically moaned as he bit into his first sandwich. “Tha’s dewishush!” You laughed happily at the blissful expression on your gentle demon’s face and the yummy noises he was making.
When he finally swallowed his last bite, he looked over at you adoringly and said, “Thank you for teaching me how to make grilled cheese, MC. Next time I’ll make it for you.” Beel dropped a sweet, lingering kiss on your forehead before standing and starting to clean up.
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and said, “I would love that, Beel. Let me help you clean up.” The two of you worked in companionable silence for a few minutes until almost everything was put away. Reaching for the last remaining plate, your hand bumped against Beel’s as he reached for the same plate.
Heat rushed through your body from where your hands touched and your eyes snapped up to meet his. Time seemed to pause, the air between you growing charged.
“MC,” Beel murmured, eyes riveted to your face. “I’m still hungry. But not for food.” The tension between you suddenly snapped and you crashed together, lips and tongues tangling, hands sliding into hair, bodies pressed together.
Your arms wound desperately around Beel’s shoulders as you tried to pull him even closer. Lips never leaving yours, he walked you backwards until you hit the counter, then gripped you by the waist and lifted you onto it.
CRASH!
You and Beel sprang apart, startled. Looking down, you saw the last plate from your meal shattered on the floor. It must have fallen when Beel lifted you up.
“Oh no!” You felt your cheeks heat, and chuckled awkwardly. “How clumsy of me. I’ll go get a broom.”
“Wait!” Immediately, Beel’s hands were on your waist again, stopping you from getting off the counter. He smiled sheepishly at you and said, “Your feet are bare, and I know how soft human skin is. Stay here, I’ll get it.”
As Beel left to get a broom and dustpan, you thought back on the kiss you shared. And what a kiss it had been. Absently, you brushed a finger over your swollen lips and sighed. You were enamored with Beel, and you knew he loved you too, but you hadn’t been aware he felt THAT way about you.
Your eyes followed Beel as he reentered the kitchen and began sweeping up the broken pieces of the plate. Admiring the subtle flex of his muscles as he moved, you took a moment to consider what this meant. What did it change?
Nothing.
Everything.
Debris cleared, Beel returned to where you sat and carefully helped you down off the counter. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you gently grabbed his wrist before he could move away.
“Beel,” you started, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “Do you want to come back to my room?”
The angelic smile he gave you in return was luminous and captivating, and that was it for you. You knew you would spend the rest of your life doing whatever you could to make this gentle giant smile like that.
Without another word, Beel swept you up into his arms and carried you out of the kitchen. You buried your face in his chest to muffle a delighted giggle and hoped none of the other brothers would choose this moment to seek out a late night snack of their own.
When the door to your room was safely shut and locked behind you, Beel lightly set you back on your feet and pulled you close. The two of you held each other tightly in silence for a minute before Beel kissed the top of your head and pulled back to look at you.
“I really like you, MC,” he said softly. “But I didn’t know if you liked me the same way. I’m really glad you do.”
Smiling up at him, you assured him, “I adore you, Beel.”
He cupped your cheek gently in one hand and drew you into a soft kiss. You melted into his embrace and the kiss soon turned heated.
Only parting briefly to pull shirts over heads, you quickly stripped each other naked. Beel bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist in one motion. The feeling of his muscles flexing under your hands was delicious, and you moaned softly as you felt the tip of him brush against your thigh.
Wrapping one arm securely around your waist, Beel reached down with his other hand to grab hold of his cock, drawing the tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick. He pressed against your entrance and paused, meeting your gaze, waiting for your permission.
You firmly gripped his shoulders and nodded. “Yes, Beel. Please. I want you inside of me.”
Beel kissed you softly, then pressed his thick cockhead into you. You gasped, moaned, and let your head fall forward onto Beel’s shoulder. Keeping a steady hold on you, he began to slowly sink you down onto him a little at a time, letting gravity and your own slickness do most of the work.
When he finally bottomed out, he stilled, stroking your back with the hand not supporting your weight and murmuring soft encouragement into your ear. He was bigger than anyone you had ever been with before, and the feeling of fullness was divine.
Capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, Beel walked backwards until his knees hit the edge of your bed and sank down to sit with you in his lap. He pulled back and gave you an easy smile. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said.
Slowly, you began to rock against him, sighing in pleasure at the friction of his thick member against your inner walls. You wrapped your arms around Beel’s shoulders, and he wound his around your waist, burying his face into your neck as you held each other tightly.
Together, you gradually increased the tempo, Beel pulling your hips hard into his and then letting you rock back before drawing you against him again, over and over. His breath was hot and fast as he nuzzled and nipped at your neck and jaw, urging you toward your peak.
You buried a hand into Beel’s hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging gently on the soft orange locks. He grunted in pleasure at the extra stimulation and caressed one of his hands down low on your back, over the curve of your ass. Massaging the flesh in his large hand, he brushed one finger experimentally over your tight rear hole.
You shuddered, jerked, and moaned. Encouraged by your reaction, Beel stroked over you again and laid his finger tightly against the ring of muscle, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot with each roll of your hips into his, working his finger in to the first knuckle.
You thought you felt full before, but now, the sensation was multiplied. On you, around you, in you, everything was Beel, and you called out his name as the pressure in your core drew heavy and tight, ready to snap.
Beel’s breath was labored too when he pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, “I’ve got you, MC. You can come for me.”
With a guttural scream, you flew over the edge, back arching, muscles convulsing, and Beel took over the rhythm, working you through your climax and straight into his own. He growled and slammed his hips up into you, releasing deep inside and crushing you against his chest as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one being.
Not releasing his hold on you, Beel flopped you both backward onto the bed, utterly spent. His hands gently stroked over your thighs, back, sides, any part of you he could reach, while you caught your breath, still laying on top of him.
“Beel,” you murmured exhaustedly. “Wow…” No other thoughts pierced your afterglow, and you began drifting off to sleep.
You were vaguely aware of Beel tucking you into your sheets, kissing your temple, and padding quietly out of the room. A muddled feeling of loss swept over you as you floated on the edge between sleeping and waking. But it disappeared a moment later when you heard your door click closed again and the rustle of some kind of snack packaging before the bed dipped behind you and you were wrapped in warm, strong arms.
You smiled and hummed contentedly, snuggling into Beel’s embrace, and let yourself drop off into a peaceful slumber, safe in the arms of your demon.