Filthy.
It made some sense. For being a demon king of the earth, he often got dirty. //*wink*// But you’d never expect Amaimon to be such a slob, for he always kept his appearance clean.
But as you stared down at the lollipop stuck to a throw cushion, you began to have second thoughts. Leaning forward slightly, you clasped the paper stick between your thumb and index finger. You had to push down lightly on the pillow with your other hand in order to tear off the pop. The candy ripped off the cloth of the pillow. It had “fluffies” on it from the fabric of the cushion.
“Ew,” You grimaced for a moment while you held the sucker gingerly. As you stared at it, thoughts began to arise in your head. Thoughts that made you cringe in embarrassment, thoughts that make you giggle softly. Thoughts that made you blush.
This was in Amaimon-san’s mouth. Your ears singed with delightful shame.
He licked it. Your jaw clenched loosely.
With his tongue. That’s when the burning feeling seeped into your cheeks, forcing them into a shade of red.
You stopped. “Dammit, what am I t—“
“Oh, hey, you found it. I’ve been looking for that.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned your head to see Amaimon standing next to you. He snatched the lollipop from your grasp and flopped down onto the couch, shoving the candy into his mouth.
“No, wait, Amaimon-san. That wa…never mind.” You trailed off as he didn’t seem to care.
He never really did seem to care. Amaimon was always a little distant, around you at least. He never really seemed interested in anything you spoke of. He was difficult to understand.
“Oh, did you want some, y/n?” He bent towards you, pulling the pop from his mouth.
You revolted backwards, cheeks still pink. “No, I don’t. Why would I?”
Amaimon’s expression remained the small as always, unperturbed. “I assumed you did. Your mouth was watering while you were staring at it with that crimson color on your cheeks.” He leaned back against the couch once again, relaxing. “And I wasn’t going to allow you a taste anyways.”
You instinctively covered your warm cheeks. “I d-don’t know wha—“
Amaimon had let his head fall back on the couch cushion. His eyes were peacefully closed. “Save the mendacity, y/n.” He said. You grumbled. (Y’know? One of those awkward anime noises. “Mhhhnn.”) He moved the lollipop to the opposite side of his mouth. “What were you thinking about, y/n? When you were glaring lustfully at the sucker?” You noticed that he lingered in the same position, but his eyes were now slightly open as he anticipated you response.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Just that it was…gross.” You then crossed your arms. “And I wasn’t looking at a dum-dum lustfully.”
“Gross, eh?” Amaimon advanced from his position, seeming slightly intrigued. “It is gross because my tongue touched it~?” (Wha—Oh? Did you hear that? That was the sound of ovaries imploding simultaneously.)
That familiar warm feeling burned your cheeks once more as they were dusted red.
Amaimon had clutched onto your wrist and pulled you onto the couch. You now lay flat, knees overlapping slightly, as you saw Amaimon looming over you. A devilish smirk curled his lips as he glared down at you hungrily, the pop still in his mouth.
