Beelzebub is content just being your friend. He doesn’t need anything more – seeing you be happy, with that contagious smile, he thinks he’ll be just fine. (aka beel confesses to you)
✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆ beelzebub x gn!reader, cw mention of food, baking cupcakes togetha!!!
BEELZEBUB sees the way his brothers look at you. How Lucifer treats you with such delicacy, how Mammon tries to take every opportunity to be by your side. He sees how Levi can’t help but open up around you, so proud to call you his true friend. He sees the excitement in Satan’s eyes when he talks about a new book he’s been reading, and how Asmodeus can’t help but cling to you.
Beel was forced to realise the soft expression that came over Belphie’s face whenever he was with you.
You spent the majority of your time with The Avatar of Gluttony, and it was inevitable that he’d eventually feel the same way about you, just like many others. It was hard not to, he thinks, whenever you bring him freshly baked pastries from a recipe Barbatos had leant you, or whenever you pay for him at Hell’s Kitchen whenever Mammon steals his wallet.
A human with angel blood- perhaps you were just an angel, after all?
His stomach rumbles, and he frowns. You look up from your D.D.D, lying on your stomach at the foot of his bed. He had been idly thinking, lifting a weight thoughtlessly and sat at the side of the bed. It had been a comfortable silence before his stomach roared to life.
“You want to make cupcakes?” you ask, shoving your D.D.D into your pocket. “We can give one to Belphie when he wakes up.”
He tries to swallow the warm feeling that explodes over his chest- and when it doesn’t go away, he chalks it up to just being happy he gets to eat. “Mhm, sounds good,” Beel says with a smile.
Beel has a love-hate relationship with baking, especially with you. It takes a lot of restraint not to tip the tub of sugar straight into his mouth or inhale the frosting. Sometimes the temptation is too much and he shoves a spoon full of flour into his mouth or sneaks a shake of sprinkles while your back is turned. He always feels bad afterwards, and you can tell of his crime when he has the guilty glint in his eyes.
He leans against the kitchen counter patiently. He learned his lesson about being the one to gather the ingredients – last time he ate a raw bufo egg whole… Beel smiles fondly when he remembers you scolding him, saying he’s thankful he didn’t get sick.
“Here,” you said, passing him a bowl and breaking him from his trance. “Whisk.”
He pulls a face. The contents of the bowl are yellow and lumpy, and it didn’t look to good- but maybe it tastes good? The Avatar of Gluttony was not one to complain or judge an appetizing meal by its appearance.
He takes the glass bowl with gentle hands and stuck a finger in and brought it to his lips. It tastes… not good, but not bad. He sighs in disappointment.
It wasn’t long before you had poured the mixture into cupcake mould, and you were sat making idle chit chat over the kitchen counter while it bakes in the oven. It was almost Beel’s favourite part if eating wasn’t the first.
He was happy cleaning the rest of the contents of the bowl while you speak. The fridge was empty, the snack stash in his room had depleted so he’s fine with making do with whatever he has – which just happened to be the left-over mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, and vanilla extract… He knows there’s a hint of honey in there somewhere, but he doesn’t remember you adding it.
“Oh, and then what happened?” he asks, scooping into the bowl with a single finger and eating licking it off his finger.
“Hmm…” you hum in thought, eyes burning into the ceiling as you rack your brain. “I’m not sure… It was when I first came to Devildom.”
“Ah, so quite a while ago.”
“Mhm. I think the witch agreed to let it go if Mammon ate Henry 2.0, but obviously Levi refused to let him in his room in the first place.”
“I’ve never thought about that…” Beel said, a thoughtful look on his face.
You knit your brows. “Please don’t eat Levi’s goldfish. I’d always be happy to cook you something instead…”
A smile broke upon his lips. “Really? I better keep you by my side then.”
“You act as if I’m not already.”
“I guess that’s true…” Beel sticks his finger into the nearly empty bowl once more, and he pauses. He looks up at you, meeting your eye and you tilt your head, perplexed. He extends his hand out across the counter towards you and smiles. “You want some? It’s really sweet.”
Sweet, he thinks. A fitting word to describe you.
You blink, and stare at his finger for a while. Beel can see the apples of your cheeks turn a shade of pink and he thinks for a second, maybe he overstepped a boundary – but his mind goes blank when your mouth wraps around his finger. He feels your tongue lick the batter off, and you pull back.
You scrunch your nose up and furrow your brows. You look so disgusted, but it was so cute and Beel can’t help but wonder if you’re like this with his brothers. Only then does the feeling of discomfort take over. It’s almost nauseating.
Beelzebub isn’t content just being your friend anymore, he realises. He doesn’t need anything more- no, he wants more. He wants all of you- to when you’re disgusted at whatever you just ate, to when you’re rambling about stupid Mammon, to when you drool all over his chest when you sleep in his bed at night- and only then, does he realise he would be content.
He’s hungry – starving, even – for something else.
“Beel?” you question his silence, staring deep into his magenta eyes.
He blinks, once, twice, thrice. “Sorry,” he says, “I was just thinking about something.”
“Oh? What were you thinking about?”
You quirk a brow, a smile sliding onto your lips and heat rising to your cheeks. “What about me?”
Beel’s words are caught in his throat. He loves his brothers, he loves his twin, but would it be selfish for him to take what he wants? This insatiable hunger - one he knows won’t be filled until he has you all to himself – isn’t going anywhere for a long, long time. It’ll stick with him like butter to a pan when you go back to your own room, it’ll stick to him when you spend lunch with Asmodeus instead of him, and it’ll stick with him when you leave the Devildom and go back to the human world. He wonders if he’ll be wrecked with regret when you’re gone, and he makes his decision.
Some could call Beel greedy, he would say he’s just hungry.
“I know what you said!” you exclaim, avoiding his eyes and burning holes into the black and white kitchen tiles. It felt like your cheeks were on fire. “But why say it now of all times?”
He smiles brightly, and his cheeks are redder than the hair on his head. “You looked cute.”
You squeeze your brows together and take a breath. It warms your heart he thinks of you in such a way – you couldn’t lie and tell him you didn’t feel the same, either. There was just something so embarrassing about the way he said it – so bluntly, so confidently and honest. He was the one who told you he likes you – thinks he likes you, so why were you the one getting bashful?
“I…” you began, praying for your voice to not crack. “I think I like you too, Beel.”
“I’m glad.” He shuffles towards you, leaving the bowl on the counter. He places a hand on the side of your face, and he’s not surprised at how delicately soft your skin is. Beel ignores the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach when he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
You stare up at him, with big wide eyes. Your lips feel like they’re frozen – no matter how many times you try to bite out a simple “Yes” the words get stuck and becomes an awkward stutter of y’s and e’s and not a single s in sight. All you can do is nod.
He ducks down and all it takes is for a single blink for his lips to be on yours. Beel’s lips are soft, like Belphie’s pillow and you probably shouldn’t be comparing the guy you’re kissing to his twin’s goddamn cow print pillow. His left hand is still warm against your face, but you feel his right one pressing against the small of your back until your chest to chest. You can barely feel his breath tickle your face and everything is so overwhelming all at once-
The timer for the cupcakes ding! and Beel’s disappointment to excitement is so easily displayed on his face that you understand how he felt earlier when you scrunched your face up.
“Do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?” he asks, already putting on the oven mitts before you could move. “I’ll pay.”
“Like a date?” spills out of your mouth before you can think, and you almost curse yourself for being so stupid.
“Yeah. Is Headless Café good for you?” he says it so casually while placing the cupcake mould onto the kitchen counter and peeling off the gloves.
Beel’s bare hand reach into the metal tray, plucking a roasting hot, undecorated cupcake and placing the whole thing in his mouth. He doesn’t even flinch when he swallows.
You stare, gobsmacked at the series of events that has just spiralled in front of you within the past ten seconds. The ice freezing your legs in place melts in a second, and you leap from your spot as Beel reaches for another boiling cupcake, and gently wrap your hands around his wrist.
“Are you okay?” you choke out. “Is your mouth burned? Beel, they’re way too hot! And we’re meant to save on for Belphie too…”
“But I’m hungry,” he frowns, and he looks so crestfallen as his free hand rubs at his stomach.
“T-Then kiss me every time you go for a cupcake!” you cry, the grip on Beel’s hand tightening with every syllable.
Beelzebub smiles, and swoops in for another kiss.
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