Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

60: Problems with a drunk asshole

You walk in and see Beelzemon, already drunk as hell and struggling to keep his balance on the chair at the end of the table. You facepalm and sigh before walking over to him. "Heeeeeyyy 's my guuuuurl! C'mere n lemme get ya to bed cuz I need sum o' dat pussy" he slurs. You look at the amount of bottles on the floor and count, realizing he's downed at least 20 already within the short time of like 5 minutes. "Okay, we're going" you say to him but end up having his arms wrap around you. "But I dun' wanna go, I got so much liquor 'ere!" he whines before downing another bottle in seconds. "Okay, well you got a lot more back at your tower. Let's get there."

He whines until you grab him by his collar and kiss him almost forcibly to shut him up. After a bit you pull back and he looks at you quietly because he was surprised. "There's a heck lot more where that came from, so if you'd drag your sorry ass on the bike and let me drive you home you just might get lucky tonight. If you manage to stay awake and sober up on the way back I mean." He just keeps staring at you until he gets up and walks to the toilet without saying a word. He returns after a bit, his hair wet and his helmet loose. "Let me fix that" you say and tighten his helmet better. He smells like he just had brushed his teeth. You wonder if he went to throw up or something.

He straightens his back after that and looks at you. "Thhhanksss.." he slurs. You sigh as you watch him take a few bottles in his hands. "No, you're not taking them. You have more at the tower." He looks sad and puts the bottles down. "Come on, you're a grown up man... I'm only 16 so get yourself together.. I don't want to babysit a man-child." He grins and points at himself with his thumb. "Nuh, imma cool big man. Wanna see sum proof?" he slurs, pushing his hips forwards. "Oh god, just get on the bike already. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable."

He finally moves his feet, being all wobbly as he does so. You say your thanks to the Bakemon there. "I'll take it from here. Thanks for having us even for a little." They speak in unison: "Glad to serve you both, my lady. Drive safe!" You nod, and turn around only to see Beelzemon trying to have a wee at the foot of a tree. "Ugh... Need help, fuckface?" you ask him. He's standing there all wobbly. " 's fuckin' hard to piss when you're hard" he slurs. You just sigh and support him by wrapping your arms around him from the back and hold him up. He shakes his member before trying to stuff it back in his pants. You help him.

"Promise me something, asshat." He turns to look at your face that's looking from his side as you're trying to help him dress back up. "Never, ever, get this drunk again. I'll hang you from your balls to a fucking flagpole and use you as a flag. Literally." You finish zipping up his tight pants and let go. He turns around and hugs you before you feel his whole weight drop on you. "Oh, bloody hell... Passed out. Nice."

You use your energy to carry him over to the bike, tying him against your body so that he wouldn't drop. His arms are around your waist, his head on your shoulder and his hips against your behind. The whole thing is held together with your energy as you drive back towards the tower. Halfway back, he wakes up. "Ughh... It's cold..." he mutters to your ear. You keep driving.

"Look who's awake, it's already evening and you were drunker than hell just a moment ago. You better feel uncomfortable, just like you made me feel when I watched you back there!" you talk to him, being angry. He nuzzles your neck before planting a kiss there. "I'm sorry for coping with alcohol, pumpkin pie.." You just pout and keep driving. "Did I do somethin'? I dun' want ya bein' angry..." You sigh and just stay quiet for the rest of the way. He tries prying out information on what's wrong the whole time.

You arrive back at the tower and turn off the Behemoth. He gets off, seeming like he's already in a better shape since he's not too wobbly anymore. He just seems tired. You pull the pedestal to keep Behemoth standing when you're not using it. He waits for you to go first before he walks in. You don't say a word to him. He's just walking after you in the stairs. You make your way to the top floor and throw away all the excess clothing before crawling under the blanket and keeping up your silent treatment there as your back faces him.

You hear him removing his clothes one by one, possibly removing his helmet too and leaving on just his boxers. He crawls to the bed and turns over to caress the arm laying on your side. "Honey, I don't want you to be angry. What would you like me to do to make you feel better?" he asks. You hold your other hand on your mouth so you didn't speak to him even by accident even if you wanted to pry everything out of him. But you aren't going to give up so easy. As if he could appease you if he didn't even know why you were so angry.

Suddenly he pulls your body closer to his, wrapping you in a firm, loving embrace. "I guess I can't help but wonder what I did, huh?" His hand moves, sliding over your breasts to the space under them, where it continues towards your belly. His other hand moves the opposite way, from the belly to the breasts. "And I guess since you're not giving an answer, I can at least make you feel good to make up for what I might've done." You gulp, blushing like hell as you let him continue.