Bloodgutsdevilcake - ~* Devil Cake *~

GN Reader x Beezlebub SMUT

Gender Neutral reader x Beezlebub Smut

Content Warning: praise kink, food play, biting, finger sucking, internal creampie

Summary: You start making lunch with Beel only to find him hungry for something else. Second point of view.

AN: This is the first fanfiction I’ve done since middle school and I did it as a valentine’s day gift for my friend so a lot of work has been put into it and I made it with love <3. Don’t mind the inconsistencies if there are any, I didn’t edit it when I transferred it from the notes app in my phone. I’ll be posting more soon :) Smut under the cut!

It was a cloudy day in the Devildom. The already dark realm was left in a gloomy state that even the demons felt. Beel texted you early that day before any of his brothers asking you to meet him in the kitchen. Thinking this was going to be another snack break you shrugged and left the comfort of laying in your bed bored. 

 When you walked in you were surprised to see Beel in an apron setting out ingredients for lunch. He had chicken already defrosted and an abundance of other ingredients not excluding vegetables. He looked over at you with a content smile setting down the last of the spices from the cupboard. 

 "I thought we could make lunch together." Beel said, resting his hand over his stomach when it growled lightly. He was glancing over at the ingredients tempted to just take a nibble with creased brows and a small pout. 

 "Sure." you smiled to yourself at his attempt of self control and found a similar apron folded on the counter. Grabbing it you tied it around your waist looking at the small embroidered bee at the front matching the style of the small bear on Beel's apron front. 

 "Great! There was recipe I was wanting to try." Beel looked through a human world recipe book, no doubt one he borrowed from Satan. His finger was nearly the length of the spine of the book. It looked way too inviting for it being so early in the day, but you've done worse things in the morning than gawk at a finger. 

 You had to remind yourself to actually look at the recipe and not just at Beel's hands. It was a honey garlic chicken recipe, which seemed easy enough. The vegetables, you guessed, were for a side salad and potatoes. He had a lot of food planned, he must have wanted to keep you for a while or he was prepared for if he ate some by accident.

 The lord of Gluttony was already hungry after just finishing breakfast and knowing this you wanted to work fast. You had just put the chicken in the pan when you turned to Beel drooling. His gaze transfixed on you working at the stove before he glanced back at the vegetables he chopped for the salad. It looked like he took a bite out of one of the heads of lettuce before you turned.

 "Beel, are you okay?" you asked when he didn't look away. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. You side eyed him in suspicion but turned back to the stove to finish seasoning the chicken.

 He walked slowly over to you, as if his sudden movement would frighten you away. His arms encase your waist as you felt his chin rest itself on the top of your head. His touch held a hesitation you weren't used to but he was always so warm. 

"Can we take a break?" his voice was a slow rasp as he reached over the stove and turned down the temperature. His hand grabbed your's making it sticky from the honey you used in the chicken. You cringed at the feeling.

 Beel brought your hand up to his mouth, licking up the honey he smeared on you. His mouth was warm and tongue barely fit between your fingers. When he pulled back Beel couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked down at you.

 "I want you." he stated breathlessly "You just look so delicious I can't help myself." he leaned in just in front of your lips, glancing at them with half lidded eyes but allowing you to close the distance between you.

As soon as you pressed your lips against his Beel grabbed your waist squeezing your sides gingerly. The kiss slowly got more passionate when he turned you around to press you against the kitchen table. His lips started to devour your's and his hands wondered up your sides hooking under your armpits to lift you onto the counter. 

His hands grasped at your thighs eliciting a hum of approval from you. He licked at your bottom lip hoping to gain entry. When you opened your mouth his tongue filled you entirely. There was hardly a crevice he didn't explore. Once he had his fill he ventured down your neck biting and sucking on the skin just to get a taste of you. He untied your apron and let it fall to the floor. His hands played with the edge of your shirt before pulling it above your head and discarding it nearby. 

 The sudden chill made you shiver but was quickly replaced with Beel's warm body surrounding you. His hand left your sides to gently play with your nipples. Gasping for air at the sudden stimulation your hand raked through his hair scratching lightly at his scalp. He let out a sigh and traveled downwards to nip at your chest.

 "You're doing amazing." he hummed before rubbing at your shorts. He pulled them down in one swift motion before rubbing at your underwear. He teased your hole lightly, encircling it with his finger until it twitched from anticipation. His other hand traveled up to cup your face forcing you to keep looking at him when he pulled down your underwear.

He glanced down at your eager sex before rubbing at your sensitive tip. Beel's grip on your jaw tighted forcing you in place at the same time his ministrations sped up.

You gasped and arched your back but your head remained in Beel's grip. He groaned watching your hole pucker. He wanted to ram into you until you both collapsed but knew he couldn't now. He was working you up as fast as he could to avoid any of his brothers walking in and seeing you like this. 

 "You look so good like this- taking it so well" he husked into your ear. The tent in his pants rubbed against your thigh as he went faster, your gasps egging him on. A particularly hard twitch overtook you as you felt tension build in your stomach. He pressed harder onto your sex with furrowed brows. He wanted you to cum so bad. He needed you to come at least once before he can really fuck you.

You croaked out a moan and pressed your forehead to Beel's when you finally released. Your hole clenched on nothing but you were satisfied to just keep Beel close. He planned on making it up to you regardless.

He let you ride out your orgasm and catch your breath before finally taking his apron off. He let his pants fall just enough for his cock to spring out. Beel teased your hole with the tip of his dick. It was already red and leaking precum from just watching you.

He entered slowly, giving you time to get used to his length but he was heavy and even the agonizing pace he set was too much. A groan left Beel when he felt you twitch on him.

"You feel so good. I could never get enough." he mumbled looking into your eyes. He lifted his hand from the table and brought it to your mouth, using his thumb to trace your bottom lips gently. He bottomed out with a moan, shaking to restrain himself from thrusting without giving you time to get used to his size. You were so full he was already hitting your most sensitive parts. 

Grinding your hip on him, you let him know you were ready for him to start moving. He groaned and thrusted by reflex, earning a whimper from you. Beel started again, going slow but deep, pinning you onto the table with his body, his chest pressed against yours. You were so sensitive for him, sighing and gasping each time he thrusted deeper.

Beel picked up his pace, his hips met you with vigor causing you to grasp onto his shoulders. You couldn't find purchase from how hard he was thrusting and often your hands slid down to his chest letting you grab at them and rub along his nipples. He groaned into you ear and moved his thumb from your jaw to press into your lips. He needed to feel you more. 

You suckled at the honey and sweat that mixed on his hands. His thumb pressed your tongue down as he increased his speed once again. You could feel the air being knocked out of your lungs from each thrust. 

"You're doing so good. So good for me. So good." he mumbled, his voicing rasping to a croak when he felt you twitch around him. Tension built up in your gut. Beel could feel it too, he felt you tighten around him. He bit down on your shoulder not wanting to be too loud but he felt so good. He kissed the indents from his teeth before doing the same to the other side.

His hips started sputtering. You twitched at even the slightest movement, you were so close. At a sudden deep thrust, your vision went white, you clenched down, soaking Beel's shirt. He came with a muffled grunt, still biting down on your shoulder. He thrusted as deep as he could when he finally released his cum into you. His warmth filled you. 

 He released his mouth from your shoulder with a gentle kiss. You looked down at him with his thumb still hooked between your teeth. Beel smiled up at you with a chuckle. He wrapped both arms around your waist gingerly, hugging you and nuzzling his face into your neck.

When he finally pulled out and tucked himself into his pants, his cum dribbled onto the table and you sighed only just remembering where you were and how much your back hurts from being railed on such a hard surface. Your hips were so sore you wondered if you'll be able to even stand let alone finish lunch. 

"Was I too rough?" Beel asked worriedly. His unintentional puppy dog eyes made it hard to respond truthfully but you knew as soon as you got down he would be able to tell.

"Don't worry, I liked it. My legs just hurt. Can you get my clothes?" You smiled, causing him to nod. He grabbed your clothes and helped you put them on. 

"I'll finish lunch. You can just sit at the table and I'll carry you to bed when we're done eating." Beel kissed your temple, lifted you up gently by the thighs, and set you onto a kitchen chair. He picked up his apron from the floor and went back to cooking.

Dirt And Grime

WARNING NSFW

I honestly wrote this forever ago and I don't remember the contents of it so read at your own risk. I don't believe there should be anything too appalling, however, that is personal opinion and biased bc I i wrote it. Enjoy!!

Dirt and grime covered every inch of him. In his hair, it stained his skin, under his fingernails. His musk, a sweet kind of scent that consumes you. Salty sweat glistened off his skin, leaving lines in the dirt covering his brow.

His firm arms, encompassing and warm. Chest pressed against chest, hands digging themselves into thighs hoisted onto his shoulders. We weren’t even naked yet, but the way he grinded against me, I could feel everything. His hard throbbing dick hidden away behind cotton jeans. The shorts I was wearing hardly hid how wet I was becoming from his rough bruising groping.

His tongue slid from my collarbone up my neck. The warm saliva cooling on my magma skin. Having him so close, my hands rubbing up his chest, pulling against his shirt. Please, I need him closer to me. I need to feel more of him. I crave his every being. I want to bury him in my crypt and let him rot inside me. I need him to fill me. I need to taste him.

“Take this off,” I whispered, already missing his touch when he pulled away to give me just what I wanted. I want all of him. I want his flesh and bones. I want to feel his weight crushing me. My hands ran through his chest hair, rubbing across his nipples and up his neck to pull his hair bringing his face closer to mine.

“Such a good boy,” I hum rejoining our lips, giving his hair a good yank. His palms massage and pinch up my thighs, rubbing at my sides. His breathing increased slowly, the more he touched, the more he had to consume. I want to be devoured by him. I bit his bottom lip lightly, grinning at the feeling of his flesh between my teeth.

He grinned down at me, his smile, his sweet, smothering smile. I want more. I want him to smile more. I want to make him smile. My brows furrowed as I traced my thumb over his bottom lip. Such pretty lips. Such pretty eyes. I want to watch them roll in the back of his head. My thumb entered his mouth and pressed down on his tongue. Such a good boy. He continued to grind against me. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts each time, rubbing that sweet spot.

He had a farmer’s tan, his arms and neck being darker than his torso. He’s been working so hard. Such a good boy. A hard worker. So much hard work deserves a break. I want to break him. I want to watch him fall apart. I want to make him fall apart, over and over again. Such a good boy deserves a treat.

I grasp at the hem of his pants and boxers. He leads my hands underneath them so I can really touch him. I watched intently at his furrowing brows and his mouth hanging low as I played with his balls. Choked out moans escape his sweet little mouth. I knew how sensitive he was. I knew where he was sensitive. My hand slipped from his balls to his shaft. His tip was so warm. He was already leaking precum.

“These too.” I slipped his pants down, letting go of his pretty dick. He relinquished our proximity, getting up from the bed to take everything else off.

“Your turn.” he smirked. I glared at him from the bed playfully, huffing as I got up and he layed back down. I took my oversized tee off, and pulled my panties down before turning towards him. Hand on his dick, lazily stroking himself. He’s so cute.

I walked back to the bed. Crawling over him, I grabbed his hand. My thighs rested on either side of his, I hovered so close to him, our skin sticking to each other. He stretched my walls with a delicious kind of pain. He could break me so easily. We’re slow at first, I want to feel every inch of him and savor it. Every vein, throbbing and hard, rubs against my insides. This is the closest we can get without bleeding. I bleed. I bleed for him every day. I’m bleeding at this very moment watching him moan and whine for more. He wants more of me. He wants me to go faster. He wants anything besides this slow grinding.

So pathetic. His eyebrows pressed together and his open mouth gasps, his half shut eyes singe into my brain. He won’t last if I keep this up. If he falls apart already, I won’t be able to hold back. Rubbing against him, I feel the grains of dirt against my soft thighs. It's disgusting. He is so horrid and whorish.

“You fucking slut.” I sneered, grabbing onto his hair. “Couldn’t even be bothered to wash yourself. ” He hissed at my yanking his head forward.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, his warm breath fanning my face. I shoved his head into the pillow. Sweet, deep set eyes force themselves close at impact. My palm encased his jaw and pulled him closer again.

“Look at me, ” I grind faster, earning a gasp, “look at me, baby.” My eyes pooled into his own. He looked like he was gonna tear up at any second. I held onto his face but my grip loosened as I leaned in to litter his face in kisses. I could feel his thighs twitch beneath me. His hips thrusted upward with me. He was coming undone. He was coming into me, grabbing onto my hips forcing me still as he grinded up into me.

When he finished, he held me against his chest to breathe. I clenched against him and started grinding again. He hissed and twitched, so sensitive now.

“We’re not done yet.”

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I’m making a luisa x gn reader smut and holy shit it is so hard. I hardly know her, I’m making it for my friend, but I am trying to think about how she would act, how she would feel and its haard. I’ve been high and drunk and high again for the past two days how am I supposed to think about anything today? I already had an important meeting today and got that figured out. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Haters be like “he’d kill you in a second why would you even like him?” Stfu he’s my baby girl.

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