“what do you want?” he murmured softly, looking away from his d.d.d. to put his full attention on you. 

you groaned, not knowing the answer to that question yourself. “i don’t knooow. i just know that i want something sweet.”

any untrained professional boyfriend would fret, panic, come up empty-handed, or even get mad at their girlfriend for having a response as vague as yours. but beel already memorized you like the back of his hand, he already knew just the thing to keep you satiated before you even wanted it yourself. but he’s gotta exhaust all options first just to be sure. 

“how do cookies sound?”

humming, you switched sides and rested your face on your other cheek—with the back of your head to his. “that does sound nice…do we have those downstairs?”

“do you want me to go check the fridge?”

you sulked, “i think i want something fresh.”

“do you want me to go to a bakery down the street?”

“i don’t want you to leave me.” 

beel pressed a finger to his chin in faux deep thought, “do you want to make them ourselves?”

and as he expected, you perked up like a kid who’d just been offered to go to an amusement park, a hopeful look crawling through your face. 

“i don’t know how to make cookies.”

beel only gave you an assuring smile, already beckoning you to roll off of bed and into the kitchen. 

“don’t worry. you don’t have to do anything.”

and truth be told, you really didn’t have to do anything. after all—he was a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to lift a single finger, and ever since you two started dating, you haven’t done any work—he was spoiling you. beelzebub said verbatim; “just sit there and stay pretty.”

after bringing you into the kitchen, he was quick to work and take out everything he needed like clockwork. you’re sat on a stool, eagerly watching beel’s every move like a hawk eyeing its prey with your chin coming down to rest on your arm resting on the kitchen island. you have zero complaints at the sight in front of you: beelzebub stirring a bowl he was cradling in his arms like a baby—his biceps flexing with each circular motion.

he was precise with his movements—fingers gripping the cutlery with finesse—you felt like a pervert with the way you were ogling at him.

“you sure you don’t want any help?”

beel shot you a toothy grin before shaking his head, “no, i’ve got this honey.”

“no—let me help you! let me like—crack an egg or two.” you insisted, already shuffling your way towards him. “please feel?”

and beel was nothing more but a demon—one weak-willed demon who you’ve got wrapped around your finger.

he carefully handed you an egg and gave you the simple instruction of cracking it into the bowl. hit it on the bowl, push the crack open with your thumbs, and let the contents of the egg fall into the melted butter and sugar.

instead of doing just that, however, almost half of the egg shells fell into the bowl when you attempted to do it all in one swift motion. and you couldn’t help the small shriek that came out of you when it fell into the bowl.

your fingers darted into the butter and sugar to quickly try and pull out the shells as fast as you could, almost toppling the bowl over from where it sat on the counter.

“oh shit— i’m so sorry! i thought i did it right!” you turned your gaze to beel, face slowly burning with embarrassment. “i think i should just sit my ass back down-“

“no. it’s only egg shells. we can remove them anytime.” beel was already handing you another egg for you to crack, “everything’s better when i’m doing it with you.”

with a few more struggles, a couple of eggs later (you’re sure at least five percent of the cookie dough has egg shells in it) and a trip to the oven—tray of more than a dozen amount of cookies were staring at you and the scent of baked goods wafter through the air. you were practically drooling at the sight of the hot, delectable pastry sitting atop the counter.

you were about to straight up lift a piece raw with smoke still radiating from it but beel was quick to grab your hand before you could do anything you might face the painful consequences of. “it’s hot, let’s let it cool down first.”

“when did that ever stop you from eating anything?”

beel could only chuckle and shrug his shoulders in return, “i don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“but i’m freaking starving…”

knowing how you most likely won’t be able to help yourself and you’ll touch the cookie a little too early, your boyfriend was already one step ahead and cut through your impulsive thoughts of touching the hot rack with his voice.

“okay, if you could a little more and let the cookies cool off, i’ll feed them to you myself. would you like that?”

“…will you dip them in milk…?”

beelzebub was already pouring you a glass before you could ask any more silly questions.

levi huffed, “yeah. her attack sequence is soooo annoying, she moves too fast and i have to protect the priest while i try to kill her!” he rambled, fingers already coming back into position on his controller. “i swear, the devs programed this boss to be practically impossible to beat!”

you hummed in response, “i’m so close, just a few more hits and i’ll finally beat her ass! okay leviathan, focus mode: activated!”

a screen of black washed over the monitor after another attempt, and you swear levi is so close to smashing the controller against the wall.

“damn it! this is- this so freaking unfair!” he looked at you, eyes wild. “a-are you seeing this?! this game was made to ragebait me!”

“mmh. i don’t know, this sounds like a skill issue, bro. you suck.”

“DUDE WHAT— m-me?! suck?! do you hear yourself?!” he pouted before shaking his head. you had to hold yourself back from snickering. “i-it doesn’t matter, i’ll defeat her—just you wait!” his hands slapped against his cheeks, something he usually did to focus himself, “now stop distracting me! this ugly bupid boss-“

you bursted out laughing at his words, unable to push it down any further.

“i-i mean stupid boss! u-ugly stupid boss! you know what i meant!” he corrected, his face burning red behind his fingers while you continued laughing at his embarrassment.

“it’s okay, levi. only ultra cool gamers like me don’t stutter.” you teased, leaning in close to poke his cheek, “i know an ultimate secret move that’ll help you, y’gotta beat the boss first though.” you cracked up at your own joke and doubled over laughing—adding more fuel to the already wildly burning flame known as your irritated boyfriend, who was giving you a pointed and mopey look somehow at the same time.

you should’ve known from that point forward however that he was anything but, if you stared hard enough he more-so looked determined.

this brings you to know—you desperately trying your best to take your mind off of the feeling of your cunt being stuff full of his cock and watch him play the boss fight. which was proving to be easier said than done.

“stop squirming.” levi frowned, hands gliding across your thigh before gently squeezing on the supple flesh. your ass pressed flush against his pelvis while he continued to mash the buttons, still fighting that same stupid boss.

“i-i need to muh—move levi— hahh-“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, your incessant shifting only gave yourself a harder time.

“why are you stuttering?” he softly whispered, his unwavering focus trained on the boss on screen, fingers expertly maneuvering the buttons of his controller. “i thought ultra cool gamers don’t do that?”

you fought the desperate urge to wriggle, “wh-whatever! you still can’t beat the boss-“

“yes!” your half-lidded eyes darted up towards the monitor, staring as a cutscene played after he landed the finishing move on the boss, hands slightly loosening their grip on his pants. “told you i could beat her! i just needed some extra focus!” he exclaimed, triumphantly grinning.

he placed his controller down before his chin came down to rest on the crook of your neck and shoulder, large slender fingers lightly spreading your thighs apart with a smile still lingering on his face.