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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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but you're my favorite part

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content warning: fem!afab!reader, oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus, mating press, biting, slight size kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum eating, creampie (practice safer sex!), really messy and kinda filthy, kinda excessive use of 'baby' as nickname but well. it's beel and he's baby.

beelzebub radiates the warmest sort of energy you've ever encountered. there's something so inviting about him, something innate that despite his intimidatingly large stature, his dangerously strong build, there's a sweetness that's undeniable and warm, unequivocally safe.

he all but drowns you in his hugs, wrapping around you so wholly that no negativity can possibly escape you, melting instead in the security of the circle his arms make, just for you. you love it, he loves that you do, because he loves you so much he can't help the affection that surges in his chest and makes him want to squish you to himself, mold you to him until he's satisfied. (he'll never be satisfied, but he's considerate and he remembers you're human and need to breathe.) the satisfied smile that graces your beautiful face when he embraces you, scoops you up into his big arms, a fond, gooey sort of look in your eyes as you settle into his muscle, cheeks squished into his chest or his arms or his own cheeks - there's nothing else like it, there's nothing else that warms his heart so.

he can be clumsy at times, but he would never hurt you. he's aware of his size and he does his best to never lose control of his strength lest he cause you pain - he could never live with himself if he did, and he appreciates your constant soothing of his worries, always reassuring him that you're okay, that you like when he takes control sometimes, when he carries you easily or holds you impossibly close because he can't bear to be away from you for too long.

there is only one way he comes close to losing control, undoubtedly, every time.

it always starts innocently enough, which leads him to believe that you know exactly what you're doing to him, driving him crazy and teasing at him to go as wild as he'll allow.

you bat your pretty lashes and there's a lovely little sparkle in your pretty eyes. you reach up on your tiptoes to kiss him - you have to, though he'd never let you do all the work - he meets you halfway and leans down to catch your lips, all too happy to comply. you're both smiling into it, your hands on his hips and his cupping your jaw perfectly, the other squeezing your waist.

you sigh happily, hum before you deepen it, tongue tracing over his lips to lick the sweetness off - from him or the dessert you'd shared you aren't sure - and he opens his mouth for you, lets you explore a path you've taken too many times to count.

when you part, you're breathless, that telltale glint in your eyes, that knowing smirk.

"your room?" you ask, innocently enough, but that look says otherwise, that little smile.

beel thinks his brain short-circuits - you always have that effect on him - so he takes a moment to think. belphie's staying in the attic tonight, probably along with levi and mammon, who have come over for game night, speaking of which - "the others are still waiting for us to bring the snacks." he pouts a little bit, he can't help it. he loves his brothers, too, and he knows belphie gets a little cranky when he has to be around the other two more rambunctious ones for too long without beel to neutralize the energy - or his favorite snack.

but you pull his hips back towards yours by his belt loops and he loses his train of thought - he really loves when you do that.

you press your lips to his neck, to the edge of his jaw. "i'll text mammon to take them up instead." you don't bring up that they should be used to your antics by now, and shouldn't have even trusted the two of you alone with the task in the first place. it's no doubt that one of them will come running down in a few more minutes, griping about how you're taking too long. "okay?" you finish with a peck to his lips.

his hands come back to your waist, and he nods, smiling into your lips. "yeah," he says, because it makes sense; mammon would do anything you asked him to - beel would, too, and always does - and well, you'd asked something of him, too, after all.

"beel?" you remind him, lifting your leg up over his hip and pressing in closer, bringing the heat of your center ever closer to where excitement stirs in his pants. your arms wrap around his neck and his hand automatically circles around your thigh to steady you, sliding up to squeeze at your ass out of instinct. you giggle between kisses as he lifts you up in his arms, your fingers tracing at the muscles that flex in wonder. "your room or mine?"

he lets you kiss along one corner of his lips to the other before answering, absolutely enamored by you and the intimate little ways you show your love for him. "my bed is bigger," is all he says before he scoops you up in one smooth motion and carries you out of the kitchen.

beel thankfully makes it to his room out of sheer instinct after living in the house for hundreds of years, because you hardly let him breathe, much less look to see where he's going. he reciprocates your kisses in kind, relishes your sweet little hums of satisfaction, groans a little himself when you scratch at his scalp and tug gently at his hair in that way he absolutely adores. he practically kicks his door open, holds you up against the back of it so he can grind his hips into yours a little more comfortably.

you sigh at the contact, the slow drag of pressure over your clothes, the pleasure pooling where you need his touch the most. "yes," you breathe, so sweetly, and he loves how vocal you can get for him, because you know he's always been a little shy, and your reassurance means the world to him. you tighten your legs around his waist and pull him closer, shoulders pushing back against the door. he buries his nose into your neck, nuzzling into the softness of your skin, one hand coming up to squeeze at your chest. you whine his name at that, elicit a responding groan as he digs his hips deeper into your own, until you can surely feel how his cock throbs for you, even through your multiple layers of clothing, the outline of it only thickening with your heat, the friction.

"oh, baby," you breathe, right by his ear, and that nickname, the way you say it, with a little flourish on the vowel - winds something up so deep inside him, and his chest starts to ache with an altogether different type of hunger.

he's on his knees before you know it, kissing his way quickly down your body. you squeak a little in surprise when you realize it, but your attempts to tug him back up to you are fruitless. he doesn't even let your feet touch the floor, ripping your underwear easily and settling your legs over his broad shoulders.

"oh," you say when he peeks up at you, licking his lips. your fingers are at the hem of your skirt, pressing the fabric over your core, suddenly shy due to his eagerness. your cheeks are rosy, adorable, lips irresistibly bitten pink and slightly swollen from his attention, his constant desire to taste from you. he runs his tongue over his sharper canines, nips playfully at the plush of your thigh over his shoulder.

"wanna taste you, baby, please?" beel asks nicely, trying to be polite despite the overwhelming need deep in his gut, well past hunger - he's sure his eyes are glazed over with it, watery with his desire. he can smell you just inches away from his face, can practically feel how wet you already are without touching you, can just anticipate how good you would feel on his tongue, in his mouth.

you reach down to touch his cheek, smiling lightly. he grins back, toothy and eager, and your hand drifts up over his forehead, tracing his eyebrow before moving further back, to the top of his head. his smile widens when you give his hair a tentative tug and then nod, opening your legs even wider.

your hand is just a little too slow at revealing yourself to him, so he helps you slide the hem of your skirt up from your hips even faster, making you hold it up against your stomach so you can see each other.

he thinks he salivates a little when he sees that he was right, you're soaking.

he realizes he does salivate when he feels it drip a little down his chin.

when he looks up at you, you're giggling fondly into the back of your hand, though there's a pinch to your brow that he knows exactly how to assuage.

beel tries to start slow to get you accustomed to the feeling of his tongue against your slit, he really does, but he's always been energetic when he's excited and usually that had to do with eating - and it applied to this, too.

he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue before delving further, earning him a generous tug to his hair and a groan that's music to his ears. he slides his tongue between your folds, gathering your slick and applying pressure where he knows you're sensitive, before diving even deeper and slipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he can't get enough of you, eyes rolling back a little when you gush even more right into his mouth, when his teeth bump your clit softly as he swallows and savors your taste and your hips buck on their own.

beel hums in approval, opens his mouth a little more and sticks his tongue out for you to use, but then getting too impatient when you're already weak, panting and whimpering. he takes matters into his own hands, grips your ass and fucks you on his tongue, slow and steady, watching in rapture as your eyes squeeze shut and you all but cry his name, your fingers finding purchase on his arms and clawing into his biceps in a way that he's sure will leave marks, despite the barrier of fabric.

oh, he loves you.

"b-beel, beel, f-fuck, oh, baby- feels good, s-so good." you're not saying anything in particular, nothing meaningful, but it spurs him on, your voice is so angelic when you're trying not to scream his name, when it's so filled to the brim with your pleasure.

you're squirming in his hold, so he gives you a firm squeeze and pulls back, his chin all but dripping with your slick. he licks his lips happily, lets you take a moment of respite and presses a soft kiss to your clit before smiling up at you. "try to stay still, okay?"

you nod dumbly, mind lost to chasing your high, but still grinning at him lovingly and giving him a weak pat to the top of his head. "'kay."

beel kisses the inside of your thigh before getting back to the task at hand, laying his tongue flat over your clit as he works a thick finger into your entrance. it sinks in easily, and he hums in wonder, mesmerized when he pulls it back and shoves another in without much more resistance, fingers coming away thoroughly wet with you. he watches the way your slick clings to them and strings them together before licking them clean, and pushing them back into your waiting cunt.

you clench around him instantly this time, hands closing into fists over his sleeves, your head falling back against the door. "baby, relax, i got you," he soothes, kissing over your mons, nipping at your hip.

"beel,” is all you can manage, already sounding wrecked. he can't help but smirk a little at that, can't help but take a moment to adjust his pants, though it gives him little relief.

he massages at your walls until you loosen up completely, the picture of patience. he has all the time in the world, after all, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend it than to be on his knees between your legs. when you start to pull at his hair again to keep going, he doubles his efforts and deepens his stroke, circles your clit with his tongue.

there's no hope of you staying still now, but he doesn't mind in the least. he encourages the rolls of your hips with greedy little hums of approval, from deep within his chest, intoxicated by your taste. he flattens his tongue firmly over your swollen clit and lets you grind into it, his fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt in a way that has your back arching against the door, thighs closing around his head, body winding tight with pleasure.

beel closes in on your sensitive clit, pulsing so enticingly on his tongue. he suctions his mouth around the bud, flicking his tongue at it before sucking it into his mouth, and that's all it takes for you to cum, releasing more of your lovely juices to him, dripping out into his hand and his mouth and throbbing so nicely around his fingers, hips and thighs twitching and spasming in his hold.

he licks you clean like a gentleman, slurping up all he can between your folds despite your weakened protests that you're too sensitive, but you're powerless to stop him especially as you're coming down.

still he doesn't let you stand, maneuvering you to sit comfortably in his arms and then depositing you gently on his bed. he pulls his shirt off, watching the possessive linger of your eyes over every inch of muscle and skin he exposes, his chest puffing out a little with pride. you make just enough room for him back between your legs, so he crawls over to you, lets you kiss him silly, until he feels like his knees might go weak.

you tug your shirt off in between languid kisses, only pulling apart for breath and to abandon another article of clothing. his pants come next, your skirt, his underwear, until you're both fully bared, and he's latched onto your chest, licking at one of your nipples and pinching at the other as he ruts lazily into the mattress, your fingers combing through his hair and pulling deliciously.

you pull him back up towards you for another kiss - long, sweet, lingering. he lets you steal his breath and make him dizzy, lightheaded with nothing but love and the all-consuming urge to pleasure you completely. you giggle a little into the next one, this one short, sweet, nibbling on his bottom lip as your hand finds his neglected length and gives him a firm but gentle squeeze.

"love you so much, beel," you half-whisper, blissed out and lovely, his head falling onto your shoulder as you grip his cock tighter and start stroking. your fingertips don't touch, but you twist your fist and earn a stuttered sigh of your name.

he lifts his head up just to breathe against your lips that he loves you more, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping him from collapsing on top of you, but he stays, he's strong, he can do anything he needs to stare at your pretty face for as long as he wants. your mischievous little smile, that blissful light in your eyes, is everything to him.

"beel," you say, soft and sultry, a siren in his bed, wrapped around him so snugly. "fuck me like you mean it."

he pulls back a little to look at you, surprised.

your smirk is dangerously seductive, eyes glinting so enticingly he's so sure the most powerful succubus in the devildom has absolutely nothing on you. you stare back at him evenly as you line him up to grind against your pussy still wet with your release and his spit, jolting a little when the head of his cock bumps your sensitive clit. but you grin through it, wrap one leg around his waist and coax his hips into rolling against you, through the heaven your slick is.

"i don't-" he huffs in a breath at how good you feel, how inviting your pussy is even without him fully sheathed in it. "i don't wanna hurt you, baby." his body encompasses you fully, covers you completely from head to toe, and with one false move he could crush you, but you look at him like you wouldn't mind that one bit, only pulling him closer and grinding back against him more insistently.

"beel, you could never hurt me." your eyes are serious, your touch gentle and reassuring when you stroke his cheek. "i trust you completely."

his chain dangles over your chin, the metal glittering in the lamplight of his room, a pretty contrast to your skin. you tilt your head up a little, tongue slipping out to catch it in your mouth, teeth baring when you bite at it.

beel doesn't think he's ever seen anything sexier.

something flares up inside him and bursts, and he just wants you, he wants your walls clenching around his cock the same way you did around his fingers, he wants you more than anything he's ever wanted in his life. he knows how good you feel and how perfectly he fits between your legs and it's a wonder he's not constantly in that position; he's starving for you in a way he's never been for anything else.

he has half a mind to prep you still, knowing even two fingers isn't enough in comparison to his cock, and there's still that thought in the back of his mind that he'd hurt you. he stretches one of your legs out and up, to hook over his shoulder once more, spreading you fully open for him, and he shoves his fingers back inside you, adding a third when you whine for more.

and still, you writhe against his bed, half-whispering that you need him, need more, need his cock. it drives him crazy, drives him to line himself up and finally, finally push into your needy cunt, stretching you even further. your back arches, you hold onto him for dear life, clawing at his back. he hisses at the sting, but it's forgotten almost immediately as he inches himself in.

the fit is so snug, he has to pull back before pushing back in further. you're heaven, he's sure of it, it's in the glazed look in your eyes, the dazed smile you give him as you whisper for him to keep going, how good he feels. you're heaven, he knows, because he's been there, he's fallen from it, but he doesn't remember it ever being as good to him as you are.

he's sure the stretch burns for you, but you grind back against him reassuringly, eyes rolling back when he finally bottoms out.

"fuck, beel," you whine as he readjusts and moves your other leg over his shoulder, making him hit even deeper somehow, undoubtedly brushing your cervix and making you see stars.

"i love you." beel turns his head to kiss at your knee, bending down despite the awkward angle to kiss you square on the lips.

you smile back at him, warm and happy, if not a little bleary, and nod at him to start moving.

beel doesn't need any more prompting. he positions his hands on either side of your head, muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself up and controlling his strength. he winds his hips back and pushes back into you, slowly at first, deep and sensual. you're scrabbling at anywhere you can find purchase - his arms, his back, the sheets beneath you, making a mess of it all, and he loves watching you lose yourself in him, in the way only he can make you feel. every time he pulls back, it's like you're sucking him back in, the wet heat of your walls too good to be without for too long.

he finds his rhythm and steadies himself on one hand, the other on your waist, keeping you in place so he can fuck you in earnest, hard and fast and proving his strength, every plunge of his cock bouncing you a little higher on the bed, the room filling with the lewd sounds of your slick, of your moans pitching higher. he watches his chain bump along your clavicle, glittering in the light, watches your tits jiggle with the force of his thrusts, licks his lips and leans down without pause to bite at your supple flesh, so warm and soft and lovely in his mouth, so satisfying to sink his teeth into. you whine and claw at him, but by the way you tug at his hair and whimper for him to keep going, he knows you like it, knows you'll wear his marks on your skin with pride.

you pull him flush to your chest by his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck and body tensing, cunt clenching around him, and he can tell you're close. he kisses you fully, uncaring that it's messy, mostly teeth and tongue and spit, hand drifting from your waist to slide between your bodies. he can't help but slip his fingers between your folds, brushing over where you're connected, at the mess you've both made, wet and sticky, before finding your clit. the pads of his fingers slip a little, you're so wet, but he presses in and rubs determinedly into the swollen bud until you're overwhelmed with pleasure and you're gasping and moaning that you're cumming, you're cumming, he's so good to you, so big, it feels so good, that's it, right there, you love him, you love him so much.

beel meets every praise and cockdrunk babble with a particularly deep thrust, his heart swelling. you gush around him, walls pulsing and clenching out more of your release, and he loves when he glances down and sees the beautiful mess you've made, the ring of your mixed juices around the base of his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. with a stuttered gasp of your name he's cumming too, driving himself as deep into your cunt as he can, coating your walls in his release. the feel of it makes you whine as you take every hot pulse of it, makes you hold him to you tighter, as if you aren't already as close as you could possibly be.

"oh, beel," you sigh dreamily, your breath tickling his ear. it makes him chuckle breathlessly and press his lips to your jaw.

he settles down with heavy breaths, your legs falling unceremoniously from his shoulders. he sits up on his knees, and you beam up at him, looking dazed and joyful, eyes half-lidded with exertion. "you're beautiful," he says, a little bit in disbelief, but partly unsurprised, because of course you are, you always are. even with sweat sticking your hair to your face, spit drying on your chin (that he could probably be blamed for), red and purple blooming along your collar, your chest - you're perfect, perfect for him.

your grin is ridiculously cute. "cuddle me," you demand playfully, holding your arms out for him.

he can feel how goofy and big his smile is, but he can't help it if he tried. he pulls out slowly, watches entranced at the syrupy drip of his cum out of your cunt, brings his fingers up to slide through your folds and push it back in.

"beel," you admonish, but there's no real bite to it, and the little shiver that runs through you at his movements makes him eye you curiously.

he pauses. and dives back in between your legs.

beel holds your thighs open when you try to clamp them closed in surprise, burying his nose in your clit and slurping up the mess you've both made. your fingers instinctively pull at his hair, and you squirm from oversensitivity, but he's intoxicated, addicted to your taste and his combined, the slow, steady throb of your cunt. he pushes his fingers in again, scoops out more of his cum as he flicks his tongue at your clit, and soon he has you cumming again, clenching out even more of your juices. it's as mesmerizing as it is filthy, and he groans in satisfaction, rutting into the mattress, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shocks through your body.

when he looks up again, you're even more dazed, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your smile is lopsided, a little tired. "cuddles, baby," you remind him, grabbing hold of his arms this time to ensure he complies before getting distracted again.

beel makes his way back up to you with a grin, swiping at his sullied chin haphazardly before settling in behind you. he wraps his arms around your waist, relishes the feel of you against his body, how warm and soft you are, how perfectly you fit into his embrace.

you glance at him over your shoulder, a knowing sparkle in your eye. "you don't have to stop, you know." you wriggle your hips a little, until you're rubbing the cleft of your ass along his still-hard cock.

he groans, deep inside his chest, a feral sort of sound akin to a growl.

it takes no time at all to lift up your leg and sink himself back into your cunt, your gummy walls fit to his cock like you were made for him. he squeezes at your breasts all the while, rolling your nipples in his hands before one of them drifts between your legs again. he kisses and nips at your neck, your shoulder, looking down to watch his cock disappear inside you, wayward hand alternating between pressing into your stomach on particularly deep thrusts to intensify the feeling of him carving into you, and sliding through your folds on either side of his cock.

your hand comes around to grip at his hair, the other circling his wrist over your chest until you can lace your fingers together. he ruts into you languidly, until you're squeezing your thighs together for more friction and his fingers find your abused clit once more, hips winding back against him even as you whimper in protest that you can't take another one.

"you can, baby," beel whispers into your ear, nibbling on the lobe before kissing at the spot and making you shiver. "you can do it, want you to cum on my cock again."

"f-fuck, beel-!!" your hands scrabble at his one on your clit, rubbing so quickly over the bud it's practically vibrating, and you lose that thought because you're cumming again, your orgasm crashing through you and making your body convulse against him. your walls twitch around his cock, squeezing so tight it almost pushes him out, so he pauses his hips until you come down.

"good girl," beel soothes, pride in his voice. he kisses your shoulder tenderly, smiling to himself at how fucked out you are, your strength zapped from however many orgasms he's given you, even he's lost count, your hands laying limp on the mattress in front of you as you catch your breath. if he had his way, he'd never stop, caught up in how you look when you're all blissed out and nothing but pleasure is on your mind, the waves of it going through your body - but he considers, again, that you're human and can't handle as much as he can, as much as he's willing to give you, but you do more than enough.

which you're always trying to prove, much to his amusement and sometimes, dismay - he never wants to hurt you, but sometimes you like to push both your limits.

you're mumbling something, fingers finding his again, kissing at his knuckles.

"babe?"

you huff, but you enunciate clearer, slightly muffled by his fingers as you speak against the pads of them. "want you to cum inside me again, beel, i can take it."

he actually chuckles, and you turn your head to face him just to frown at him. "that's not what you were saying a second ago," he points out innocently, trying to straighten your pout with his fingers, but it only deepens with his statement. he sighs. "baby, you're gonna be sore tomorrow." he pouts back, brows furrowing in concern.

you move away from him, rolling onto your front and effectively disconnecting him with a sharp breath. "don't care," you say with that dangerous little gleam in your eye, smirking at him, cheek pressed against the pillow. "do you know how hot you are? come fuck me." you lift your hips a little and wiggle your ass in the air. "please," you add as an afterthought, with an irresistible little laugh.

he can't help but reach over and give your ass a light smack. you're gonna be the death of him, he's sure.

beelzebub has always treated you gently, like the finest porcelain, all too aware that he's exponentially stronger than you, that there's always that possibility that he could actually break you. you love that he does, love when he dotes on you and takes the most tender care of you, always putting you first - but you toy with that notion constantly, push him to his limit when you're feeling bold and especially needy.

there's nothing gentle about how he sheathes himself back inside you and starts pounding into you, supporting your weakened knees by holding you in place by your hips, raised from the bed perfectly to his height. you bury your face into the pillow beneath you to muffle your pleasured screams as he loses himself in your cunt, pummeling into you with a ferocity he never associates with you, his grip on your hips bruising. he grunts with each thrust, hypnotized by the mess between you, by the mix of his cum and your slick coating his cock and dripping a little bit onto the bed beneath you every time he pulls out, the obscene squelch when he shoves himself back in you, by the little jiggle of your ass cheeks when his hips hit the plump flesh harshly, the delectable curve of them enough to make his mouth water.

it's almost like you sense when he's close, when the coil of pleasure deep in his stomach winds tightest, and you turn your head away from the pillow to breathe deeply, one hand fisting at the sheets and the other reaching back for him. beel bends forward so you can clutch at him, drawn to you so easily, hips never faltering as he presses his chest to your back, admiring the pretty arch of it, your muffled little moans. he grinds into your ass, kissing and biting at your shoulder, your back, dragging his teeth along your skin and making you whine and push more of your flesh into his mouth and - he cums with a guttural groan, bitten off into the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. his hips slow to a stuttered roll as he empties himself into your greedy cunt, his cock jumping with every spurt, your walls squeezing at him until he's spent.

but he doesn't forget about you, he never will. his hand slides back between your legs, and he rubs incessantly at your clit for the umpteenth time, hips still grinding lazily in the aftershocks. you whimper and jolt underneath him, trapped beneath his body, but you don't even have the strength to protest your oversensitivity, giving in to your orgasm instead. this time it's not as intense, letting you melt into it drowsily, body twitching weakly along with it.

beel catches his breath for a moment, kissing whatever part of you he can reach, before pulling out regretfully. once again his gaze lingers between your legs, at the slow drool of his cum out of your battered cunt, pooling on his sheets. blinking the haze from his eyes, he resists the urge to slide his fingers through it again, knowing that if he starts, he won't be able to stop, and it seems that you've finally reached your limit.

as soon as he lets you go, you fall limp, and he's at your side in an instant, cradling you into his arms and pressing soothing kisses to your face. "how are you feeling, baby?"

you giggle weakly. it comes out breathy, tears pinching out of your eyes when they close, and he's just about to grow even more concerned when you pat at his pec dismissively. "really fucking good, beel." he kisses your nose, each of your eyelids. "really fucking good."

he chuckles, but furrows his brow when he clocks the extent of the marks on your neck and shoulders, the deeper colored ones littered across your chest and the very distinct one in the shape of his teeth, right at the junction of your neck and shoulder. "i'm sorry," he pouts, skimming over some of the marks, pulling you closer to kiss at them.

you laugh again, opening your eyes and grinning at him sleepily. "i liked it." your hand comes up to cup his jaw, thumb soothing over his skin. "i loved it." you lean up to kiss him fully, soft and sweet, your tongue moving along his languidly, appreciating his taste (like you, and like him, and something sweet that always lingers). "you know you don't always have to be gentle with me, right?"

"i know, but," he pauses to kiss your nose again, "i don't like when you're in pain."

you smile sweetly, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing him tight. "you're so sweet to me, i don't know what to do with you sometimes." you peck at his jaw, that gooey, sparkly look back in your eyes, the one that makes him melt, the one that makes him feel like you're the only thing that matters to him, because you look at him like he is, too. "i love you, handsome." you wink at him, and he feels his face flush a little, despite it all.

"i love you more." you kiss him once more, like you can't help it, before tucking your face into his neck, molding into his hold again like his body was made for you.

"i'll love you most if you run a bath for us," you say into his neck, breath tickling his skin.

beel laughs, deep and joyful, and he feels a little bit like he's floating. "yes, ma'am."

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