#beam x reader

the city is loud. always has been.

a man crushes a cigarette but under his polished work shoes, exhaling deeply before crossing a street. a crow caws for a few moments before being scared off a traffic light's pole by an oncoming truck, even if it won't get hit by it. someone spills coffee down their new suit and swears to no one in particular.

the sun that makes your skin shine slick with sweat that rolls uncomfortably into your eyes somehow is covered momentarily by a cluster of clouds across the painfully blue sky.

next to you, your partner only adds to the noise of the city, mumbling words you can't quite make out, his mouth muffled by the rooftop pavement. only part of his head sticks out, and, thanks to him, most of your patrols take place above ground, just in case an observant child or terrified mother points out the fin on beam's head swimming through the streets.

great. only a little closer to the sun, really. only a little more exposed to the summer's heat and humidity. really, it's not much. only a set or two more of clothes to wash at the end of the day. only a few more droplets of sweat that sting your eyes and taste like salt and filth on your lips.

really, it's not that bad.

the sun comes back, blaring over the entire city. you swear you can hear the groans of salarymen and cafe workers in the streets below harmonise with your own.

eventually, you stop walking, taking a break to wipe the beads of sweat forming at your forehead. man.. how long has it been? is the patrol finally done? it feels like it's been more than four hours, but the sun's still just as high in the sky as it was before you started.

in the distance, you spot a series of dark clouds that drifts slowly towards where the two of you are patrolling.

finally, you think.

you sit down on a nearby air conditioner vent that sticks out of the roof of the building you're on. there's no point in patrolling, and if it rains, maybe you'll get to leave a bit earlier.

when the clouds finally do come, they block out the sun almost entirely, which alone makes the afternoon a lot more bearable.

beam, who is still mumbling and is unaware that his words are almost completely incomprehensible through the concrete, notices that the sun is gone and finally sticks his entire head out of the roof.

"rain!! water!!"

he looks around as a few droplets start to leak out of the bluish grey clouds, people on the streets underneath starting to run for cover or reach for umbrellas as the clouds empty further, turning into a somewhat heavy drizzle.

you watch him out of the corner of your eye, having not moved from where you sat earlier as he swims around in the roof, delighted by the cool water. how naive. how happy. it seems simple to be a fiend.

your hair and uniform starts to get soggy, but it's arguably better than the sweat that they shone with earlier. it's cold, anyways. which is always better than the heat of the sun.

beam seems happier whenever there's water around. in the few months you've been his partner, you've noticed that whenever it rains or you two get assigned to a mission or patrol near a body of water, he becomes more excited and lively.

well, he is the shark fiend. makes sense that he likes water.

"look! puddles!! more water!" beam exclaims, diving up from the surface of the roof into the air, then back into a puddle, which splashes water on him and all around him.

at this point, neither of you want to continue or finish the patrol at all. i mean, it would be alright if you reported back and lied a little about the rest of the patrol. you only had to cover a few more streets anyways. and it wouldn't be a complete lie, after all, the two of you did patrol half the city earlier in the blazing heat.

this would be so easy,,,, especially being a powerful devil? taking on beam as a pet for you to laugh at and mess with because he's just so fucking funny?? and that's attractive. he's already so much of an animal!! slobbering, all over you in excitement... beam is so silly how could one not be obsessed with this freakish little shark thing...

from then on, forever! treating him like he's fucking stupid.,,,, playing hot and cold; loving the way he tilts his head and frowns so pitifully when you're mean to him. depraving him of his apparent favorite thing to do when he does something particularly unfavorable? beam... being a little freak, his favorite thing-! burying his face in your crotch and humping your leg...! but, whatever lord drowning wants... yes, yes, beams' sorry, he'll atone...,,,

beam... practically urinating from excitement, imaginary tail wagging when you originally met on earth... swooping in to take him under your wing and do whatever you please with...

now every chance he gets to be so close to you he's frothing at the mouth, never straying from your side !!! mumbling; "lord- l-lord drowning..." hugging your leg on his knees, rubbing his snout all over your thigh, breathless. like, wow... he really is funny... let's see what else he can do... chiding him to call you by your human name, not your true name. it sounds so much better when he calls you by your human name ...!

yes, yes shark devil - he is mine. no arguing, because there was no one to argue with. not even beam himself??? lord drowning, lord drowning...!!!

teasing his double cocks, milking him and treating him like the good boy he is,,, scratching his tummy when he's naked, baring himself on his back,,, cooing at him like he couldn't understand any other way...

anyone could figure the freak was starving for touch. enjoying anything you give him... masochistic shark hybrid, incredible!!

"who's a good boy? who's a good boy?" being a condescending prick, even if he doesn't really understand your tone ??! he's just so fucking excited to be near you, to be able to be touched by you and touch you, to serve you. anyone could see that if he were to stand from the floor, wall... bricked up like a total idiot loser.

getting a huge fucking tank for him. knowing he could just,,, sink into the ground and swim around to his hearts content... but isn't this so much better?you can see him so clearly, how he has so much fun swimming around, showing off for you...! the best, ,,, i cant believe he likes me so much ...,, i'm sso honored....

.,,, sticking dildos on the glass for the fun of it. just so he can play around when you're out,,,, having a strict rule for him to stay put for the time being. you're the only one who's demands and rules matter anyway... coming back and watching him play with himself.,.

wowww hes such a good listener, how long has he been going at it? considering how he's all trembling in the water and it has a weird film,,,, gross. you'll have to clean it later... and for now he can come out and bounce on something real no matter how overstimulated his poor lil body is,,,!!

which is something he's clearly honored, eager to do... he's whining, mewling your name, your status according to him... thick offwhite cum spewing from his double dicks, occasionally nothing at all... you're either nice enough to clean him up, cooing and making him feel better ,,, or making him sit in it like the dirty fuckin freak he is?? thoughts, thinking, thinking....

ㅡinstead of being obsessed with lord chainsaw man, he's obsessed with you. he's your loyal sharkboy ,,, others, humans with contracts making such fun of you for being so close to him. someone with the heart of the abyss inside them - being able to love someone? and of course, it's with a devil-!! no human would love a monster like you loll!!;!;;;

ㅡyou unintentionally being all touchy with him,,, petting everytime he gets near you, absentmindedly along his head or along his shoulder that was consistently bare - always wearing swimtrunks... to others it would be degrading to be touched in such a way, but to beam it was an ultimate sign of affection n he didnt know what to do with himself,,, lord abyss is the badass-est... letting him fanboy over you, giddy yourself even though it was yr heart that he was fanboying over technically... lil did you know he was more obsessed w you instead of ur heart !!

ㅡi love creepy beam, it's the best beam. imagining he's way more like. stalkerish. following you around - literally everywhere and being all quiet n shy when given the chance to talk to you... lord abyss.. as he fucks into his hand - a little unused to doing such disgusting things but often questioning everyone but you about body anatomy just to learn more-!! just because he gets this funny feeling in his tummy that slowly progresses to his groin... the urge to touch himself is overwhelming and he's a simpleminded guy and cant help but give into those urges,,,,

ㅡbeam would be such a sweetheart with his crush,,, i can see him being all boisterous and very touchy but also being a shy type,,,

ㅡhim offering up his blood when ur sad just to make you happy even if it might hurt him - you were never taking it toofar enough to kill himㅡand obviously you take this chance up to make it a lil sensual,,, teasing him,,, tongue lapping at his bloody neck and gliding along his flesh just for the texture and ignoring his soft breathless whimpers of your name - him cumming in his pants immediately like a fucking virgin,,, beam pls.

ㅡ,,, and if he saw you kissing on a little pet... you bet your ass he'd be screaming and crying in the floor underneath you. that's a stretch, but he would be upset... whining out ;; "lord abyss,,, l-lord-"ㅡcorrecting himself to say your name rather your heart, even though you tell him gently not to call you lord anything... jealous !!! that should be him in your arms getting kisses and praises!! has to settle for swimming under your feet and listening in and pretending its him youre talking to / praising in the meantime,,

ㅡand of course you'd catch him. either sensing or him accidentally peeking out and catching a glimpse of his lil shark snout... then callung out his name gently n coaxing him out.,,, "theres my special guy!! my favorite guy." often calling him such things... making him hard without even trying. just the influence you have him - and obviously helping him out with it... petting his head while jerking him off in an alleyway before he follows you underneath like a loyal lil pet,,,

ㅡhe'd be a whiny mess actually fucking in or on him, low grumbly noises n growling all pitifully as his jaw sets and bumping his snout against your neck before burying his face in said neck just to nuzzle and nibble onto as a mild form of comfort - just to feel you,. "ur soo cute, beam. my beautiful, cute lil guy..." while having his knees at his ears fucking into his hole ruthlessly, he'd whimper at the pain - the unfamiliar feeling of your lubed up fingers pumping in and out of his hole that he didn't quite mess with as much as his cock... yeah, sometimes circling the hole while fondling his junk but doin nothing else... so it was quite the feeling. e,, especially finding his prostate and milking him to cum load after load on his tummy ,,, and peppering his snout in kisses saying that hes so cool, hes the best - so strong, ur loyal protector,,,

ㅡand of course,,, beam fucking into you,, riding is what first comes to that - but laying down with him behind you with your leg hiked up and him humping into you,, so whiny and whimpering how you feel sooo good and cumming unfathomably quick then building up a tolerance and taking advantage of it just to be able to cockwarm you while you guide his hand up and down your cock,,, and also. oral bro... he'd be all up in that, sniffing and lapping and so careful not to knick your sensitive genitals but just because you see him squirming you let him nip at your inner thighs,,, beam pls

Warnings: Beam being over enthusiastic and causing pain, biting w/ blood

Beam’s pace in your cunt was almost enough to make you yell at him to stop, to slow down, but you would rather die than have his cock anywhere else.  One of his hands grips your hip so tightly you can feel the fingernails he has digging painfully into your flesh while the other one holds your head down against the carpeted floor.  His drool drips onto your back at various intervals, sliding down your skin to the floor and soaking into it.

“You’re so good too, fuck, so good.” You agree, though you’re certain that Beam can hardly even hear you.  Between the sounds coming from your bodies moving together and his own incoherent compliments and babbles.

“So good, so good, so good!” He chants like a prayer, his cock bruising your walls as he fucks you with limited (if any) regard to your own pleasure.  He wants to care, he really does, but he can’t bring himself to go any slower.

His hand on your back travels up to grab your hair and pull your back against his chest.  You can feel his heart galloping as his hips mercilessly drive his cock into your pussy.  The sounds from your wet cunt are so loud that you can hardly even hear your own thoughts over them.  You can feel your slick arousal coating your thighs.

“Wanna knock you up, wanna fill you so full!” His voice is loud and it makes your ears ring but at the same time you can feel your tight cunt clench eagerly at the idea of him flooding your cunt with his cum.

“Do it, do it, do it.” You request over and over again, your mouth filling with drool at the idea and sliding down your chin.  You’re sure that you look like a mess, but you are also sure that Beam looks just as filthy in his sex driven state.  You goes still in you for a moment and you whimper immediately, your hips moving his cock in you while his brains works to process your request as though he didn’t even realize that he said anything to begin with.

“Wait, really?” He starts to ask but he can’t stop his hips from delving his cock into your wet cunt again rapidly.  He pushes you back down against the plush floor, both hands against your head and keeping it pressed hard on the ground.  A sloppy grin is on your face, you’re certain you’re making noises but your heart is pounding so rapidly in your ears that you can’t tell for certain.

A sudden white hot flash of pain radiates from your shoulder, the warm blood leaking from the wound as Beam’s sharp teeth latch into your soft shoulder.  Then his cock twitches and his hips stutter in their movements.  His hot cum floods your aching cunt quickly, you can feel it dribble out of you and slide down your  inner thighs and onto the carpet.  You make a mental note to clean it up as soon as you possibly can, but for now all you can do is whine as his cock slips from you.

Beam honestly hadn’t meant to take it this far. And wasn’t entirely his fault either. When he started spying on you from inside your bedroom walls, he really did have pure intentions. He just wanted to see what kind of things you were interested in, what you did outside of devil hunting. He wasn’t human after all, how was he supposed to know that most humans would’ve found his stalking creepy?

And to be fair that was as far as it went for a while, with Beam secretly admiring his lovely coworker as you did mundane things like listen to music, watch a movie, read a book, ect. However, the innocent reasons for Beam’s visits twisted into darker desires when you came home from a long day at work, intending to use your alone time to destress.

He watched you begin your usual routine, shedding yourself of your work clothes and throwing them in the hamper. But instead of changing into something more comfortable, you grabbed something from your nightstand and laid down on your bed. Beam analyzed the device in your hand, it looked like a large wand with a ball at the top. He was startled by the sound of moaning coming from your phone’s speaker.

He swam towards your head so he could see what you were watching. His face heated up at the contents of the video, there were holes cut in walls with cocks poking through and naked women who sucked and fucked them. Suddenly the device in your hand started vibrating and you directed in between your legs, your face twisting into an expression of pleasure as you let out sinful noises of your own.

Beam felt his cock harden. If he were human he might’ve gotten embarrassed and fled before you could catch him peeping in on you like some kind of pervert. But in his fiend-mind, it felt as if you were putting on a show just for him. He could do the kind of stuff you were getting off to. He wondered how you’d react if he phased his erection through the wall. As hard as it was, he held back, not wanting to scare you off just yet. He stayed inside the wall and enjoyed the show, rubbing the tent in his shorts every once in a while to try to relieve his aching cock that longed to be inside you.

You’d lost track of time during your self-care session and before you knew it the sun had gone down and it was time for a good night’s rest. Much to Beam’s dismay, your playtime ended with one last powerful orgasm before your wobbly legs carried you to the bathroom so you could clean up the wet mess between your shaky thighs. When you made it back to your bedroom you flicked off the lights and once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

Beam watched your form rise and fall as your breathing evened out. He contemplated what he wanted to do next, he knew he shouldn’t, he should leave you be and let you rest peacefully. But you were laying on your side, facing him, your face inches away from the wall he was hiding out in. It was too tempting. He didn’t want to do anything bad, he reasoned with himself, he just wanted to see what it would look like next to you.

He phased his hard cock through the wall, hovering right above your face. Although he told himself that he wouldn’t do anything else beyond this, the sight of his sex so dangerously close to your cheek only spurred him on. So he gave himself the excuse, just once, just a taste and he’ll leave you alone forever. He hesitantly brushed the tip of his cock along your soft lips, coating it with your sticky chapstick. He should’ve known this wouldn’t satiate his appetite for you but only increase his hunger tenfold.

Careful not to wake you, he forced your jaw open, your teeth grazing his shaft, as he slowly stuffed your mouth full of his cock. It took every ounce of strength in him to refrain from fucking your face. And if he was being honest, the only reason he stayed inside the wall and didn’t claim every inch of you was because he didn’t want this pleasure to end here. Oh, no no.

This would become a regular occurrence for the shark fiend. After work you’d head home and do whatever you felt like in the comfort of your own house, unaware of the predator running his tongue along his sharp teeth as he stalked you. He was so close yet just out of your view. He’d wait until he was sure you were fast asleep, then he’d indulge in the euphoria your hot mouth provided. Leaving you to wake up the next morning with a salty taste in your mouth.

He nearly jumped out of his own skin when all of a sudden you started sucking. After months of taking advantage of you in your sleep, he’d finally been caught. At first, you thought it was just a realistic wet dream when you woke up with a cock in your mouth. Then when you realized that you were very much awake, the panic set in. It was only for a moment though, there was only one fiend that you knew of that could phase through walls. And it just so happened to be the one you had been pinning after for a while now.

You knew relationships between coworkers were wrong, relations between humans and devils even more so, but you just couldn’t help it. There was something about his sweet, eccentric, personality that left you wanting more. This was a blessing in disguise, a way for you to indulge in your fantasies without technically doing anything wrong. If you just kept your eyes closed while you bobbed your head up and down his big cock, you could pretend you were still asleep and helpless. That way you wouldn’t be the one to blame for any misconduct.

This time Beam was the one who was clueless. He truly believed you hadn’t woken up. He was overflowing with happiness. In his mind, if you craved him enough in your dreams to please him in real life then you were his. You belonged to him. When he came down you throat with a low growl, he once again fought against his desires to fuck you into next week and left so you could have the the rest of the night in peace. Unbeknownst to you, you faking being asleep is what temporarily saved you from the beast you had just awoken who was soon to devour you.

After completing your mission of taking down a devil that had been terrorizing a nearby town, you opted for showering at the Public Safety Bureau instead of your home since your work clothes were drenched in blood. You dropped your gym bag at the entrance of the shower room alongside the bags of the other women in the same predicament as you. The steam that clouded the room had you itching to get your dirty clothes off.

You closed the curtain behind you as you entered one of the empty stalls, hung your towel on the door, placed your shower products on the floor, and finally peeled off your uniform which clung to your skin due to the mixture of blood and sweat coating you body. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the warm water made contact with your skin, rinsing off all the gunk. Red water flowed down the drain as you lathered yourself in body wash.

Turning your back to the showerhead, you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, running your fingers through each strand and undoing the knots when all of a sudden you felt something poke your ass. You had to hold back a yelp as you spun around to see a hard cock sticking out of the wall. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears, pressing your thighs together as the heat between your legs became wet with slick. Despite the visits he paid you in your sleep, you never would’ve thought that he was bold enough to pull a stunt like this at work. But what did you really expect? He was a fiend after all.

Becoming even more aware of your surroundings, you turned your back to the wall once again. Your eyes fixated on the entrance to the stall as your mind conjured up the image of one of the girls pulling back the curtain and catching you in the act. But even with your paranoid mind, you still reached behind you, grasping Beam’s cock in your hand and slowly stroking, the water raining down on you acting as a lubricant. Shivers ran down your spine, the risk of exposure both terrifying and exciting you at the same time.

While you focused on the sound of footsteps leaving the room, you continued to jerk his cock until the water pouring from the showerhead in your stall was all that could be heard. You waited for a few minutes to make sure that all the other girls were done with their showers and when you were sure that you were alone, your worry was consumed by your desire.

You faced the wall, your lust swirling through your lidded eyes as you stared at the tile as if you could see the fiend behind it. He’d been the subject of your fantasies for a while now and after finding out what he did while you slept, this had been a long time coming. You pumped his cock a few times before tightening your grip and yanking him through the wall. As Beam’s body roughly made contact with yours, you threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss.

“We have to be quick, okay?” You whispered against his lips.

Receiving no response, you assume he was just too into the moment to reply and and turned around, bracing your hands against the sides of the stall. “Oh!” You let out a small yelp when you felt Beam roughly grab your hips, his nails digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer. His cock forced its way into your tight pussy without giving you anytime to adjust. “Oh.”

He wasted no time before he started pounding away at you. You winced at the pain but you had told him to make it quick, maybe you should've specified that he needed to be gentle upon entering. It was too late for that now but soon the pleasure began to drown out the pain, his long cock massaging your gummy walls, hitting all the sweet spots your fingers couldn’t.

You bit your lip, trying to conceal the noises that threatened their way up your throat with each sloppy thrust of Beam’s hips. Honestly, it was pointless to hide your moans, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin which was loud enough to be heard even through the drumming of water raining down on the both of you would’ve given anyone who walked in a good idea of what was happening.

With all the pent up sexual tension you two had, it was long before you were approaching your orgasm. You pussy fluttered, clenching around his cock, moans slipping from your lips as the tight knot in your gut snapped. You didn’t think much of it when Beam continued to thrust into you, after all, he hadn’t reached his peak yet.

All you could was reach behind you to rub his chest, a silent coax for him to follow you into bliss. Just as you were starting to grow worried that someone might walk in and catch you two, your thoughts were drowned out by a second wave of euphoria. Much to your relief, this time as you came around his cock, you felt him release inside you.

However, Beam’s hips still frantically met your ass, his cock hadn’t softened even after he spilled himself inside you. A twinge of fear struck you as your hand pushed against his chest. “Beam.” You tried to walk away but his tight hold on your hips made it impossible for you to escape. “Beam, that’s enough-” You tripped over your own feet, falling through the shower curtain.

Even as you tumbled to the ground, Beam’s thrusts didn’t so much as falter. In fact, the position you were now in seemed to satisfy some primal urges within the fiend. You heard him grunt and pant above you like he was a wild animal. Your knees scraped against the floor as the fiend rutted into you.

“What are you doing?” You asked between sharp breaths.

When Beam’s unwavering onslaught brought you to a third orgasm, you gave up trying to fight him. As you went limp in his arms, your face pressed against the cold floor, you wondered if this was ever gonna end. You didn’t know how long it was before footsteps echoed through the room. Your body was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain that all you did was listen as gasp was heard followed by the footsteps running back the way they came.

Of course, your little interruption hadn’t fazed Beam in the slightest. Your saving grace came minutes later when multiple footsteps barged into the room. “Beam?” The fiend tensed at the stern voice of Miss Makima which had never failed to terrify him. But instead of letting you go, he shuffled back into the stall, pulling you with him. Heavy work boots came into your view as two men grabbed the shark fiend by his arms and hoisted him off of you. He didn’t go easy though, he kicked and struggled against the men as they dragged him out of the room, shouting about how you were his.

The redhead kneeled in front of you. As the sound of Beam’s yelling faded, her soothing voice flooded your ears, “You poor thing. How about we get you cleaned up?”

Of course, your manipulative boss had found a way to exploit the situation. She sounded so genuinely sorry for you at the time but a week later, she was asking you to do it again. Her explanation was that it was some sort of experiment, to see why a fiend had attached itself to you. According to her, it was rare for a fiend to care about another being, especially a human.

You knew it was a lie, you’d worked with enough fiends to know that they were capable of feeling the same kinds of emotions as humans. You didn’t know why she wanted you to do this but here you were, in a dark room with nothing but a bed, a clock, and a two way mirror. All because you said yes. Both you and Makima knew that she wasn’t exactly asking, you’d do it whether you liked it or not. But nonetheless, you had accepted her request because deep down you were craving it.

You couldn’t deny that it felt amazing that day and no matter how much you tried, your toys simply couldn’t replicate the feeling of Beam bullying his cock into your weeping cunt. You were itching for another taste so when the opportunity presented itself you hopped on it right away. Besides, she promised that it would only last an hour and then they’d stop him. You could handle an hour.

When the clock finally hit 12:00PM, the door to the room opened and Beam was shoved in. He immediately rushed over to you and engulfed you in a tight hug, inhaling your scent. This past week was hell, he was so worried they’d keep you away from him forever. You returned the gesture, gently rubbing his back in a soothing manner.

When he pulled away, he surprised you by shoving his swim trunks down his legs and kicking them to the side. Your eyes trained on his already hard cock, it seemed that Makima had already explained to him what was going to happen. Since Beam was clearly eager to get down to business, no words were exchanged between you two as you began removing your clothing. His erection twitched each time an article of clothing fell from your body.

You climbed onto the bed with Beam following close behind. This time you were far more comfortable as the fiend relentlessly fucked you. The bed was softer than the tile floor, you were free to let out as many pleasurable noises as you pleased, and if you ignored the two way mirror there was no risk of being caught.

Half a dozen orgasms in and you were close to your breaking point but it was 12:55, there was only five more minutes to go. You kept your eyes glued to the clock as the minute hand ticked by for what felt like forever before it hit 1:00. Your heart sank when another minute went by. No. On, no, no. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt but when four more minutes went by you realized that no one was coming to help you. This was a mistake, you thought, she lied, of course she did, she knew you wouldn’t have been able to handle this.

You stared at the clock, feeling like you were losing your mind with each passing second, your body turning to mush from the fiend’s touch. You tried not to panic, How long could the fiend really keep this up for? He had to get exhausted or even bored at some point. You watched as the clock struck 2:00.

Then 3:00.

Then 4:00.

Then 5:00.

Your eyes remained on the clock even when you weren’t able to comprehend what the numbers meant anymore. The clock had become a black and white blob, the image was blurred even further by your tears.

You were too out of it to realize when it had finally ended. When the hour hand made it back to 12:00, the door to the room opened. This time Beam left without a fight. He knew he’d be able to do this again, thanks to the deal Makima had presented him which you were still blissfully unaware of.

Makima was greeted with the sight of your numb body convulsing when she entered the room. She brushed your hair out of your face, drool was leaking from the corner of your mouth as a blubbering mess of gibberish slipped from your quivering lips. She had to hide a smile at the pitiful sight. “You know, your troublesome shark friend is a lot more cooperative when you’re offered up as a reward.”

Beam’s fin poked out of the ground as he followed you. He never really had anything to look forward to. Constantly locked up and only being set free to exterminate other devils and fiends wasn’t the greatest life. The one thing he had to look forward to was being partnered up with ‘Lord Chainsaw’. He was always happy to spend time with him even if all he could do was swim in the floor next to him, away from the public eye. So imagine his disappointment when Denji had been paired up with Power instead.

But if Denji couldn’t be his partner then he was, at least, glad that you were. Beam liked you, you were always patient and kind to him. Normally when he’d inevitably lash out any other devil hunter would have him punished. Whether that be through physical punishment or forcing him to be chained up once again, isolated from the world.

Not you though. You understood that his violent outbursts were just a result of his frustration with the way he lived. Instead of reprimanding or snitching on him, you redirected his anger toward the devils you had to kill. Letting him calm down before cleaning up the mess he left behind. And the best part was how you always rewarded him when he did a good job.

He could barely contain his excitement when you ordered him to follow you with the promise of a surprise. He watched you from underground while you politely greeted people walking by with gentle smiles. The sun casts a soft glow over your smooth skin. Beam deems that the strange feeling brewing within him is a reaction to your looks. He thinks you're the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the presence of civilians begin to fade away until you looked down at his fin beneath your feet. “You can walk now.”

Realizing that you two were indeed alone, he fazed through the floor until he felt the hot pavement under his soles. You placed your hands over where you assumed his eyes would be. Slightly panicked by the sudden loss of vision, he asked, “What are you doing?!”

“I told you it was a surprise, didn’t I?” The playfulness in your voice calmed him down. Knowing you had no malicious intent, he allowed you to lead him toward his awaited reward.

“There are stairs,” you warned.

With your assistance, he carefully navigated each step until he reached the bottom. He froze when his foot was met with sand, the scent of salt water flooding his nose. You removed your hand from his eyes, giving him a clear view of the beach. He stared for a moment, his mouth hung open in shock. You peeked over his shoulder to gauge his reaction. “Do you like it?”

You watched him, amused, as the empty beach filled with his loud laugh along with his excited shouts of ‘water’. While Beam took it all in, you took off your shoes and rolled your pants up your legs. “Come on.”

Grabbing his hand, you walked to the pier at the end of the shore. Once there, Beam sprinted down the dock and jumped into the water causing a huge splash. You let out a small laugh at his antics and dropped your shoes on the end of the pier. You shrugged off your uniform, leaving you in your undergarments, as you slowly dipped your body into the cold water.

You kept your back pressed against the wooden support pillar, only kicking your feet enough to stay above water. You pretty much just sat back and watched Beam have his fun. You giggled at the sight of him splashing around until he went underwater and didn’t come back up. Your concern melted away when you saw a dorsal fin resurface a few feet away from you.

Though you knew it was only the fiend, watching a shark fin swim towards you was a little frightening. But its small size also made it slightly adorable. The jaws theme playing in your head as it approached you. The fin was inches away from you when it stopped. When Beam poked his head out of the water, he was wearing a cheeky grin. “Thank you, Miss.”

“You’re welcome, Beam,” you said, face flushed from the sun. The two of you observed each other. While the sunset brought out your warm, lively, features, the blue sea complimented Beam’s gray snout giving his skin a pale blue hue. You found yourself admiring the boy until he surprised you with a hug.

“You’re too cute.” Beam nuzzled his head against your neck, hiding his face. Cheeks heating up at your compliment as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He was holding you longer than he intended to. He just enjoyed the way you felt in his arms, warmth radiating from your body. He held you tighter, your knee accidentally slotting between his legs. He gasped as he felt a spark in the middle of his thighs. Experimentally rolling his hips, he found that the spark got stronger with his movement. He couldn’t explain it, all he knew was that it felt good.

He continued to rub himself against your thigh, chasing the feeling and found that he really liked what he was doing. But soon the spark became dull and he pressed into you harder. Weird noises forced their way out of his throat as the sensation spread through him like wildfire. It wasn’t until his cock began to harden that he realized what was going on.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss!” He ripped himself away from you like you were a hot stove. Splashing the water around him, trying to keep his frantic self from sinking.

“Beam,” you called, but your voice was drowned out by his yelling.

“Accident! Won’t happen again! Bad! Very, very bad!”

“Beam!” you yelled.

He flinched, thinking that you were mad at him. You were probably going to have him punished. You reached out to pull his body close once again. “Come here.”

Not wanting to upset you further, he allowed you to close the distance between the two of you. He tried to say he was sorry again but was cut off by your order, “Don’t apologize. Do it again.”

“B-But...” He was shocked, to say the least. If any other devil hunter was paired up with a fiend who tried to rut into them like a dog in heat, they’d have them put down for sure. He didn’t know why you weren’t berating him. You should be calling him disgusting and threatening to get him killed. So why weren’t you? Why were you just staring at him like that? And why were you rubbing your knee against his boner?

“Does it feel good?” When he hesitantly nodded at your question, you encouraged, “Then keep going.”

Beam slowly moved his hips, still unsure if this was really okay. The kind smile on your face followed by a small nod coaxed him to go faster. He let go of his worries as he humped your leg, letting the sinful noises spill from his lips. He lost himself in pleasure, unaware of your lustful gaze as you watched him ride your thigh.

As a fiend with little to no sense of human pride, he didn’t care to hold back his moans. The sounds that came out of his mouth were borderline pornographic. Your pussy throbbed at the expression adorning his face. Cheeks flustered, mouth wide open, if there wasn't a shark snout covering the top half of his head you imagined that his eyes would be screwed shut and his brows furrowed.

He whimpered at the loss of contact as you lightly pushed him away. His disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement when you reached into his swim trucks to pull out his cock. You trapped his erection between your thighs. Beam shivered as the softness of your plush skin engulfed his cock.

“Keep moving." Beam wasted no time following your order. He was in awe at how much better it felt. Despite how nice it was rocking against your leg, having you wrapped around him was much better at relieving the ache in his dick. You adjusted your hips so that his cock would rub against your clit while he fucked your thighs. You didn’t have too much, his eager thrusts against your heat gave you enough pleasure.

Hearing you begin to make noises similar to his, Beam noticed the odd look on your face that made his cock jump, “Does it feel good, Mistress?”

You huffed out a laugh, opting not to tease him for the new nickname as you replied, “Feels amazing, Beam.”

Filled with joy at your praise, he sped up his thrusts as fast as the water would allow him. His dick felt like it was about to explode. His loud moans morphed into animalistic grunts at the tension building in his stomach. You felt his hips go still as he coated your thighs in his sticky sperm. You squeezed them together, preventing him from pulling away. “Don’t stop.”

“But it hurts,” he whined.

“Just push through it. Please,” you begged, on the verge of your sweet release, “Make me cum, Beam.”

Unable to resist your pleas, he continued to rut into you. “Yes. Just like that,” your moans encouraged him to carry you to your high, ignoring the searing pain in his cock. Your hips jerked against his, hugging him close to you as your orgasm took over. “Fuck, Beam!”

Still coming down from your peak, you heard Beam mumble something. “What?”

The tips of his ears burned as he asked, “Are we gonna have babies now?”

You bit back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass the clueless boy. “No. Honestly, I’m not even sure a fiend and a human could reproduce. But still,” you collected his seed with your fingers and lifted your hand above water to show him the substance that came from his own body, “you got this all over my thighs. To get me pregnant you’d have to,” reaching back under the water you grabbed his cock, lining it up to your cunt, “get it,” his breath hitched as his cock was swallowed up by your tight heat, “in there.”