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"Beel," You whine, rocking your hips forward impatiently against his thigh, "Please baby."
Amethyst eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, and then the demon is back to lifting weights, the muscles on his body flexing. It's a sight to behold, and Beel senses it in the way your eyes linger on him for a moment longer, before he flexes his thigh.
The whine that leaves your mouth is beautiful.
He smiles, fangs poking through his lips. "Just a bit more," Beel tells you, but it's been an hour.
An hour of you riding his thigh, waiting for your demon to finish his workout. All the while patiently waiting.
But you're not particularly virtuous.
Your lips are set in a pout, eyebrows furrowed as you rock your hips, trying to find relief from the friction, and you shudder when Beel grabs your hips and flexes his thigh again.
"Please," You breathe out, placing a kiss in the crevice of his neck. A hand places itself on the apex of his legs, and you smile when you find that Beelzebub is painfully hard.
Above you, the demon swallows, thoughtful.
Taking your face in his hands, he gives you a kiss, lips gently gliding against yours.
"Last one."
He says, and angles you back on his thigh. "One more and I'll give you want you want—hah," He groans when you press down on his cock.
"One more and I'll give you want we both want."
And you can't bring yourself to complain when he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the whole world.
You are, to Beelzebub.