#beelzeboo

How had you managed to let your mind wander so carelessly? And why were you still staring at them? 

"Them" being Beelzebubs fingers; the ones currently wrapped tight around a Gigadeath burger. Squished against his mouth as if it were his last meal on earth. 

The usual.  

You were certain he had just asked you a question. Unfortunately, that question ended up lost in translation the moment he acquired the chunk of sustenance. And for the life of you, you couldn't remember what he had said. 

Instead, a few minutes prior, your focus had reluctantly shifted to his thicker than normal appendages as they tapped impatiently on the table you two shared.

Beelzebub had invited you out to Hell's Kitchen for a bite to eat, which you happily accepted. He took the time to ask you, and yet your mind kept turning to mush each time a bit of grease from the acquired burger gushed from in between his fingers and over his knuckles. 

'Those should be my juic- Where did that even come from!?'

Quickly, you shoved the merciless thoughts away, opting to focus on your own burger. 

Compared to Beels hulking hands, your own hands were considerably small. You struggled to keep the contents of the sandwich from falling to its demise back onto the table while the demon across from you secured his portion with ease. 

'Focus...focus' 

"Hey, y/n? Are you good over there? Looks like you're having problems." 

"Huh?" 

"I said it looks like dinner is getting the best of you. You're dropping all the best parts." 

With your attention finally preoccupied, you peered down at the messy mound of toppings starting to form beneath the burgers position. Damnit.

"Oh, shoot...I didn't even notice." You knitted your brows. Beel chuckled, wiped his hands on a napkin, and then reached for your sandwich. 

"Wait, I'm still gonna eat that-"

"I know, but I want to help" 

Beel did things usually without thinking much about it. So when he reached in front of you to open the top most bun of your burger, and skillfully place the toppings back in their rightful spots, you were certain your brain short circuited. The couple silver rings he wore on his middle and pinky fingers glinted in the light of the restaurant as he worked. Ever the perfectionist when it came to food preparation, and a firm believer in not wasting food, he made sure no toppings were left behind. 

You watched closely as the burger seemed to take shape back into the work of art it was before. Now neatly nestled between two thick, large hands that held it toward you, you bit your lip.

"There, now eat up." He beamed, proud of his handy work.

You blinked, mystified, after finally catching up with Beelzebubs actions. He'd hold it for you while you ate. A simple gesture to him, but something on an entirely different level of intimacy for you. You swallowed hard. 

"Are...are you sure? I can honestly do it myself."

"Don't worry about it. I'd feel bad if we came all this way just for you to spend the entire time fighting with your food. So, take a bite...before I do." The demon chuckled, urging the sandwich closer, but you knew he was serious.

With a nod, you leaned up and forward. The grease from your burger had begun to drip against his fingers now, slowly decending over his knuckles and leaving a shimmering trail against his skin. 

Only a few inches more and you'd over come this moment and you would be satisfied, with embarrassments avoided, right?

That certainly would be the case if the sound of your heartbeat hadn't drowned out the sound of your name being called softly moments later. 

Without realizing it, your eyes had closed the moment you took a bite. Your mouth moved on its own, coming in for a second bite simply for your lips to connect with his knuckles, your tongue lapping out to catch the excess grease. 

"Y-y/n?" 

Your breath ghosted over his skin gently after you swallowed, finally meeting the magenta and purple gaze of the demon across from you; suddenly aware of your mistake.

'Crap…'

"Beelzeboo, I'm sorry! I-" 

"Was it good?" 

 He peered at you curiously, cutting you off; burger still in hand.

After a few seconds of the question buffering in your mind, you answered.

"It...it was, thanks" 

The demon simply nodded before setting the burger down. Although not before ripping another smaller piece from the sandwich and holding it up before you. 

The look on his face was perplexing. Curiosity mixed with...something else. 

"Here...eat" the piece of food in his hand moved closer to you, however, it was moved away when you attempted to capture it with your own hand. 

"Nah uh, I'll hold it...you eat." 

You stared dumbfounded at the smaller offering, your eyes flickering back to his when he urged it closer. 

"You look like you're hungry…" he tilted his head slightly, offering you a small, toothy smile to punctuate his gesture. "I'd be happy to help…" 

You gulped with anticipation the closer his hand came. And when the bit of food passed your lips, you sighed, closing your eyes; basking in the flavor. 

Beelzebub watched on gingerly, noting the moment the food slid down your throat. And while the food was gone, he kept his painted fingers pressed against your grease stained lips. 

His eyes remained on your plump tiers, calculating his next move. But as though you could read his mind, your tongue simply laved out gently over one of his waiting fingertips; his index finger slowly disappearing into your mouth. 

Thankfully, you two found a quieter spot toward the back of the restaurant. Mainly because Beelzebub's eating habits tended to unnerve customers. 

The longer beel studied your face, the bolder you felt having the appendage pressed beyond your lips. 

Never in your wildest dreams had you seen this coming, yet here you were, sucking shamelessly on the demons finger; twirling and curling your tongue around it in a dance a pure seduction.

"So good…" he murmured.

On the other side of the table, although stone faced, Beel sat enamored by your musings. Sucking the appendage a little harder pulled an almost guttural purr from the belly of the beast who seemed to just stroke his lips idly in thought. But in reality, Beel was wiping away the bits of drool threatening to dribble down his chin.

His hunger was growing at an exponential rate and not for food. 

On the contrary, both meals had since been forgotten. 

"Y/n..." his husky voice drifted across the table, pulling you from your task. When your eyes connected again, you were reminded instantly of the supernatural prowess the man across from you possesses. Although the room was lit well, his eyes shone bright, glowing magenta and purple; pulsing with primal need. 

"I think…we should go."

It wasn't a suggestion, but a command uttered the moment his finger was reluctantly pulled from your mouth. 

"Go where?" The sudden movement of the large demon pushing away from the table to stand quickly had you pressed back against your seat. With his hand now outstretched awaiting yours, he only grinned. 

"Well, you still look hungry, and I'm all too willing to feed you exactly what you want"