Obey Me! One Shots & Scenarios [Shall We Date?]

Period Comfort: Beelzebub x [A] Reader ☁️

Ow...

Ugh... this is torture...

What time is it... 2:40 am?!

I'm gonna have to get up sooner or later.

      With a pain-filled groan, you pushed yourself off the mattress and into an upright position. You took a deep breath, your hand resting on your lower abdomen. "It's always the second day", you muttered. Tossing the blanket off your legs, you slid out of bed and took hasty steps to your bathroom. You turned on the light and the cabinet opened with a small creak as you shuffled through the shelves. You grabbed the bottle of pain killers and fixed your hair in the mirror. With light footsteps, you left your room and entered the dimly lit hallway.

      A sharp, almost searing pain ransacked your inner abdomen. You had to stay still for a moment for the sudden cramps to pass. "Ugh come on...". Leaning against your door, a sigh left your lips. "Most of them are probably still awake too". After a few minutes bearing the pain, it subsided enough to finally resume your walk to the kitchen.

      Just before turning the corner into the kitchen, shuffling and clinking of refrigerated contents grabbed your attention. You hesitated a moment then peeked around the corner.

      Beelzebub was head-deep in the stocked fridge, pulling out and inspecting various items. "Ah, here it is!", you heard him whisper to himself. He stood up straight with a white container in his hands. The demon must have sensed your presence as he turned to look at you in the doorway. "Y/n? What are you doing here?". You could barely understand his words with the amount of food stuffed in his cheeks. The demon was in his work out clothes; a rather revealing set of clothes. You forcibly pried your eyes off his muscular frame.

      You stepped further into the kitchen headed towards the sink. "Just getting some water" you answered quietly, your cup in your grasp. With a swig of water, you swallowed a couple of pills.  Beel sniffed the air a few times until his face fell with worry, "Are you hurt Y/n?". "Huh?" you asked. You turned around the face the demon who had taken a few steps closer to you and now only an arm's reach away. "I smell blood on you, and those are painkillers. Are you okay? Did someone—?". "No, no. I'm fine" you interrupted. Please don't make me tell you the truth, hopefully you took enough sex ed classes to figure it out on your own. His large hand held your shoulder gently, peering down at you. Beel watched your face twist in pain as a sudden cramp ravaged your innards. His colorful eyes widened and brows raised while you were quick to look away. The avatar of gluttony's gaze lowered to your hand clutching your lower abdomen. Without a word, Beel grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up just enough to see your stomach. He expected to see an open wound, but instead your stomach was only slightly bloated.

      "Indigestion?" he pondered. You only shook you head, a blush dusting your cheeks. My god this is embarrassing. You gently pushed his hand away and fixed your night shirt. Beel placed the container still in his hand on the counter and sighed. "I'm kinda hungry, but you're more important right now. C'mon, I know you're hurting. Even if you don't want to tell me the problem, at least let me help you feel better?" Beel said in a hopeful tone. The scent of fresh blood deeply concerned the demon, but he didn't want to push you away with an interrogation. Maybe taking a gentler approach would make them open up to me. Your eyes met his then nodded shyly, "Um, sure. Could you... bring a hot water bottle to my room with me?". A grateful smile graced his lips, "Of course".

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      "Is this okay?". Beelzebub claimed the position as the big spoon on your bed. His arm draped over your waist while his hand held the warm bottle against your naval, his knees tucked up behind yours.  "Mhm, yeah." you muttered sleepily. He's so warm... The comfort of a warm body pressed up against yours with a warming sensation relaxing your muscle spasms. You felt his hot breath tickle the back of your neck as he let out a sigh, settling his body comfortably next to yours. The scent of blood was still prevalent in his sharp nose, but he was confused as to why there were no visible wounds.

      Regardless, the demon respected your boundaries and did all he could to soothe your aches and pains. After some time, the bottle lost its warmth and Beel replaced it with his hand. He moved his fingers and palm in smooth, circular motions against your skin. At the very least, Beelzebub knew the pain was coming from your abdomen. The demon kept his face tucked closely in the back of your neck. In the silence of your bedroom, you could hear every little noise. Beel's occasional, soft throat clearing and quiet swallowing in your ear, his breath falling into a steady rhythm with a deeper breath here or there. Every noise reminded you he was right beside you, even the low rumbles from his stomach missing the abandoned custard. Raspy moans echoed by your ear every time you wiggled into a more comfortable position in his arms. They weren't sexual moans, rather, noises of disapproval and demanding your return if you happened to move away from him in the slightest.

      As soon as you reached the edge of a deep slumber, another sharp cramp took hold of your organs. You placed your hand on top of Beel's hand still rubbing your stomach. You clutched it tightly, pressing it harder against your skin. The avatar of gluttony's eyes peeked open, feeling your entire body tense up. You groaned, a shaky breath leaving your lips. "Mmm, oww...". Beel leaned up closer to you, his nose tapping your cheek. "Shh.." he cooed in a feather-light whisper, "You're alright, I'm right here". Maybe this is a chronic condition they can't control, he assumed. His hand relaxed against your abdomen then resumed his soft rubbing and caresses. The younger brother continued his whispers of reassurance and soothing massages until finally you could relax once more. Beel relaxed his hold on you and returned to his position tucked in your neck. Hunger was begging him to grab his neglected custard, but his instinctive urge to remain with you in your time of need was far more powerful.

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      The next morning, you woke up to a few knocks at your door. Your eyes opened slowly while you felt the bed bedside you. Huh? He's not here anymore. A pang of disappointment hit your heart from the cold sheets. He must have left a while ago. "Just come in!" you called out as another knock rattled your door. Now in an upright position in bed, you tucked a few stray hairs behind your ears. Beel eagerly entered your bedroom, his arms full of goodies. "Good morning, Y/n! How are you feeling?". You were taken aback by his surprises, "I'm okay at the moment. What did you bring?". The demon shut the door behind him and placed the items on your bed. "Well, I brought you some stuff that might help you feel better. Like... this teddy bear and my personally recommended candies and these... Um, tampons?". He held the box closer to his face, squinting as he read the labels. "... To absorb your pain away? For 4 hours?". You covered your mouth as you let out a snort.  Awe he's trying so hard. He definitely got help from someone.

      "Thank you, Beel. I really appreciate it". You reached out and grabbed a small candy. "Oh", Beel added, "Those are really delicious. Like really really delicious." He longingly watched you unwrap the sweet. You giggled and smiled, patting the bed next to you. "Here, come help me eat them". The brightest smile lit up the demon's face as he sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

      "Here you go, Y/n. Say ahh~".

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~ C