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Soft as Bread, Sweet as Honey: Chapter 2

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When the alarm rings the two of you spring apart like charged magnets, faces tomato red. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding even over the trilling of your phone. You can’t believe you forgot where you were. How long had the two of you been like that? Had anybody seen you?

Beel laughs sheepishly, running a hand through his already messy hair and standing up in one smooth movement. “I guess we’d better get to class, huh?” he says, reaching a hand down to help you up. You quickly rearrange your skirt and tuck your container of mostly uneaten salad back in your bookbag. You roll on to your knees before letting him pull you the rest of the way up. His hand is warm around yours, and you don’t notice that your fingers are shaking until he lets them go.

You have an English class after lunch-- Demonology in Medieval Literature, and he walks you there. You don’t talk on the way, but when you reach the door of your classroom he turns to face you. “I... I guess I’ll see you in Xavier’s class.” He leans forward and very quickly places a kiss on the top of your head before turning away and walking down the corridor. It isn’t until you’re seated at your desk that you realize he has a class right now too, Sports Management, you think, on the other side of campus. It’ll be a miracle if he isn’t late.

You can’t concentrate on anything Professor Malory says. Satan raises an eyebrow in your direction when you can’t answer the professor’s question about themes of spiritual warfare in The Faerie Queene. He’s well aware that you have an answer for that. A well researched answer, with citations. Knows it’s in your bookbag, because the two of you spent a good portion of your Sunday afternoon reading and rereading the poem, discussing that very topic. You avoid meeting his eyes.

Though you and Satan share your next class and usually walk there together, you take off alone as soon as the lesson ends, desperate for him not to catch you in the hallway. You can’t think of an excuse for your lack of attention that doesn’t include the memory of his brother’s hand slipping into your underwear playing in your head over and over again. Thankfully, your genetics class is in a different building, and you hope that the walk will give you some time to clear your head before you see Beel again.

You’re not sure how you feel. Excited? Embarrassed? Vaguely nauseous? Yes to all of the above, actually. You wouldn’t- couldn’t- deny that you had greatly enjoyed your moment with the demon. The feeling of his warm hand on your skin and the taste of his lip in your mouth had left you feeling more than a little tipsy. Just thinking about what could have happened had your alarm not sounded brought the blood rising to your cheeks again. You shook your head like a dog with water in its ears. You couldn’t think about that right now, not when you knew you would be seeing him in just a few minutes. You had to keep your head clear and your thoughts focused. Get through the day, and then you could have a panic attack in the privacy of your room.

When you reach your classroom you’re very conscious of the thin sheen of sweat that has developed over your forehead. Clearly, you haven’t been able to calm yourself down as much as you’d hoped to. You wipe it away with the back of your hand as discreetly as you can, making a beeline for an empty table at the back of the room. Several other students have already arrived and are in the process of settling in, but none of them are Beel.

You can’t help but feel both relieved and disappointed as you unpack your bag, pulling out your laptop and waking it up. You’ve just opened your lecture notes when, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a shock of brilliantly orange hair coming through the doorway. You lift your eyes from your computer screen, and they meet his across the room. A smile crosses his face and, to your mingled terror and excitement, he begins to make his way towards the empty chair beside you. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until Sybil slides smoothly into the seat next to you, causing you to squeak in surprise. You just catch the disappointed look on Beel’s face as you turn to face your project partner. She’s already deep into a speech on how you’re going to frame the introduction to your paper, and you desperately hope that she’s transcribed her instructions somewhere, because your heart is beating too loudly to hear them. You notice again how beautiful she is, eyes lit up with determination. You groan internally, knowing she’s going to push you on this project just as hard as Lucifer himself would.

***

When Professor Xavier dismisses you, the boys beat you to the door. You know that there’s no hope of walking back to the House alone. You have no idea how to talk to Beel one on one right now, let alone in front of one of his most perceptive brothers.

“(Y/N),” Satan says when you reach them, “Are you alright? You’ve been... quiet this afternoon.”

“Fine,” you say, as the three of you navigate through the building and out across the campus green, “I just have a really bad headache.”

Beside his brother, Beel grumbles low in his chest. “Probably because you barely touched your lunch. Let’s stop for a snack on the way home,” he rubs his stomach, “I could use one, too. I’m starving.”

You don’t have time to respond as Asmo comes striding over from the music building to meet your group. “Hi hi!” he sings, voice tinkling like a bell in your ear as he matches your pace, looping his arm around yours. “What are we talking about?”

“Stopping for food,” Beel answers, glancing down at your intertwined arms, the corners of his mouth tightening.

“Ooh, I could go for some gelato,” Asmo replies. From Beel’s other side you hear Satan snort.

“We should get something more substantial than dessert. Mammon and Belphie are cooking duty tonight. You know Mammon will blow it off, and Belphie will sleep through it.” To your surprise, Beel doesn’t jump to defend his twin. You all know that Satan is right.

“Mmm,” Asmo hums, “That’s true. We’ll starve to death if we don’t stop somewhere. What are you in the mood for, (Y/N?)”

You swear you can feel your insides freeze as they wait for your answer. The last thing you want to do is talk about what you want to eat. You glance up at Beel without meaning to.

“How about that burger place?” he says.

Asmo makes a tsking sound. “I didn’t ask you, you big lug. You’d eat burgers all day, every day if you could.”

“Well, yeah,” he replies, casually stretching his arms up and locking his hands behind his head, “but I thought Yuki might like some familiar, human food.” He looks down at you, “they have other stuff there too, if you don’t feel like a burger.”

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of burgers, and you blush. “We don’t have to go there just for me,” you say. “How about that pizza place you guys like?”

“No, let’s do the burger place,” Asmo says, “I just remembered that they have those sinful peach milkshakes. You’ll split one with me, right (Y/N)?” he asks, beaming at you in a way that only Asmo can.

You know that you can’t say no now without it being weird, so you smile back and nod.

“Great, I’ll text the others.”

#obey me #Shall We Date: Obey Me #Beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #Beel #PwP #PwP Fic #smut #but not this chapter #some fucc in next I promise #fluff

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