಄ no more please! w beelzebub
You were sitting at the kitchen island in the HoL, peacefully scrolling through your phone. Your stomach let out a barely audible rumble. It was just a normal human hint that lunchtime was approaching. Nothing pressing.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, beelzebub, was in the room.
His ears twitched. His massive, 6’4 frame spun around from the refrigerator instantly, his amber eyes wide with life or death seriousness.
"You're hungry..” beel muttered, his voice a worried rumble as he strode over and gripped the edges of your chair. "Your stomach made the sad sound. Don't worry. I'll order us a quick and light snack from Hell's Burger."
"Oh, thank you, beel! Just something small is fine," you smiled, completely forgetting who you were talking to.
Ten minutes later, the kitchen counter was completely buried under a literal mountain of crinkly brown paper bags. Beel had used his VIP express delivery app, and the sheer volume of food was staggering.
He proudly dropped a massive plate in front of you with a heavy thud. It wasn't a snack. It was a literal tower of five human world burgers (and his double poison cheeseburger ofc), a mountain of human safe fries and acidic fries that looked like a small volcano, and two whole limited time hell fire roasted chickens.
"Eat up," beel said happily, sitting across from you with an identical pile. except his pile also included a full rack of ribs and a whole chocolate cake. "We need to make sure you stay strong."
You stared at the mountain of grease and meat, your jaw dropping. You could feel your stomach cramping just looking at it."Beel... this could feed the entire-! I can't eat all of this!"
Beel paused, a half-eaten burger hovering inches from his mouth. He looked at your plate, then looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing in deep confusion.
"But... it’s just the appetizer...?" he said softly, his voice dropping into a whimper that made him look like a giant, dejected puppy. "Is it bad? Did I order the wrong thing? Are you sick?"
"No- no! It looks amazing!" you panicked, desperately trying to reassure him before he started crying. "It’s just... humans have tiny stomachs compared to yours, beel. If I eat two of these burgers, my internal organs will literally shut down."
Beel blinked, staring at your stomach like he was trying to solve a complex math equation. He reached out a massive, calloused hand and gently patted your waist with terrifying caution, as if your human torso might shatter.
"Tiny...?" he whispered, his eyes melting with intense sympathy. "That sounds so painful. How do you survive on so little energy? No wonder you're so soft."
Dating the Avatar of Gluttony meant you ate incredibly well, but it also meant your body had naturally adjusted to the lifestyle. While you were still pretty small by nature, the semi toned stomach you used to have had softened up over the months. Now, there was a soft layer of fat over your belly now, it was a physical receipt of all the sweet treats and late-night takeout you shared with him.
As beel's massive hand rested against your waist, his thumb brushed over that exact soft spot. Instead of letting go, his expression shifted from panic to adoration. He leaned forward, his face burying right into your shoulder as he wrapped his heavy arms entirely around your middle, his broad palm flattening against your soft stomach.
"I like it," beel mumbled against your neck, letting out a low, content hum that vibrated right through you. "You're so warm. And you're getting softer. It feels nice when I hold you like this. It means I'm taking good care of you."
"I survive perfectly fine, I promise." you laughed, leaning back into his massive chest. "How about I eat one burger and some fries, and you help me finish the rest?"
Beel’s face instantly lit up like a christmas tree. The sheer speed at which his mood flipped back to pure unadulterated joy was insane
"Really? You're sharing with me?" he beamed, his tail practically wagging in spirit. "I love you so much."
Before you could even finish your first bite, beel’s hands were a blur. The chickens vanished. Three of your burgers disappeared into his mouth in two bites. Mammon walked into the kitchen, took one look at the monstrous pile of food and immediately yelled "Hey! Why does the human get a buffet while I'm stuck eating Lucifer's leftovers?!" only for only for beel to fix him with an unblinking stare that sent him retreating right back into the hallway with a loud whinE.
You just shook your head, chewing your burger while your giant, gluttonous boyfriend kept a hyper-vigilant eye on your plate, ready to inhale the scraps. You go king...
note : I've branched out to obey me now omg. yippeee. beel lovers how are we doing. i have a pt 2 of this in my drafts, comment if you’d like me to post it!!
also...might make a fic where he's pressing his hand down on ur stomach to feel himself...
