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“I’d like to also see you getting jealous of people who get close to me.” Those quiet words feel from Beel’s lips, his blushing face looking at your own. Recently a few succubae and witches had started a close working relationship with him at school, and although it made your blood boil you didn’t think Beel would want a jealous lover so you stayed quiet.
You look at your boyfriend stunned. Did he know what he was asking of you? Did he know what you were capable of if you did outwardly express jealousy? “Beel” your voice sounds shaky however if it's the anger at those succubae for hugging him so casually or jealousy when Beel gave that witch a head pat it was anyone’s guess, “Do you know what I would do if I showed my jealous side?” His face turns a darker shade of pink as the blush creeps even further across his face, but he says nothing and continues to look into your eyes. You sigh and begin to explain, “Beel, as much as I would love to show you my jealous side I don’t think you can predict what I’m like when I do show it. It isn’t cute, I don’t just kiss you in front of my perceived rival…” you paused carefully gauging his reactions, trying to see if he had any intention of what he said back and you found none so you continued. “I don’t just get jealous I get… I get angry. My jealousy isn’t like Leviathan's. If anything I get more wrathful than Satan sometimes.” Once again you try to read his expressions, his eyes slightly wider than usual it’s both mild shock but intrigue, “If I’m completely honest…” the words get caught up in your throat despite knowing that Beel is a demon and that acts and displays of violence were once normal for them you can’t help but feel as though hearing that his precious human is capable of something similar might push him away, “If I’m completely honest I want to hurt them.” His eyes visibly widen and you can’t keep in the torrent of words, “I want to hurt them so bad that they’ll never even think about taking you away from me. Even if they never thought that in the first place I can’t stand even the thought. It makes me want to push them down the stairs in the hallways, break chairs over their heads, repeatedly ram their stupid pathetic heads into a solid brick wall, shove sewing needles under their fingernails, and even put broken glass into their-” Before you could finish he kissed you with fervor like you were his next meal, his body pressed fully against yours and as always you melted into him like two perfect pieces in a puzzle. Beel’s tongue running over each and every single one of your teeth before pulling your own tongue into a frenzied tango, you were barely able to keep up with him and with each passing second he was taking your breath away.
You were afraid of rejection, afraid that he would be scared of you, afraid that he’d look at you differently. He was looking at you differently, but with a hunger in his eyes that more closely matched Asmo’s sin rather than Beel’s. You had so many questions, but right now he wasn't giving you the chance to break away from him. Only when you needed air did your lips part, Beel was breathing heavily if the sound of it wasn’t an indicator then the heaving of his chest was and as you looked down you saw his full cock pressing tightly against the instead of his pants clearly begging to be released. In that moment you decided that your questions could be saved for later, after all, you had a long night ahead of you and this time you’d cover him in markings.