Identity V x Reader

Mike x Reader (fluff)

For some reason, you decided to invite some friends over so he could meet them. It wasn't a good idea since the beginning, you just took some time to realize.

"Can you please put your shirt on? They are already at the door!" You whisper-yelled at him.

"Will you force me to wear a shirt in this weather?"

"You used to live in hell-"

"I didn't have to use shirts in hell." He protested. You grabbed his shirt and threw it in his face.

You answered the door, greeting everyone. Suddenly, you notice a strange expression on their faces, something like surprise. You looked around and found Mike putting his shirt as you said, but you were not expecting he would do that in front of everyone. They were definitely having wrong thoughts.

"Mike!" You mouthed to him.

"I did what you told me to do!"

"Whatever." You sighed. "Let's eat."

You needed a lot of convincing and hitting his leg until he realized that it wasn't good for him to stare daggers at people and say things that he didn't realize were kind of rude.

"I want to sit here." Mike said in a demanding tone, pointing at the small space between you and your friend. "Please."

"Mike, we are talking-"

"I don't mind." Your friend forced a smile, giving him space to sit.

"Can you stop looking at her breasts?" Mike asked your friend.

"W-What? Mike!" You tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"You look at her inappropriately once more and I kill you. I'm not joking." He threatened, getting everyone's attention.

After the meeting ended, you sat down with him on the couch.

"What was that?!"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You threatened him, you scared him." You said.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you." He explained. "I don't like him."

"He's my friend, Mike."

"A friend who has other intentions with you. I don't like that." The demon crossed his arms. "You are my human."

"Don't call me 'your human'."

"What would you like me to call you then?"

"That's not the point-"

"Darling? Sweetie? Love? Doll? Honey?" He got closer to you.

"No, Mike, stop it!" You knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to change the subject so you wouldn't scold him.

"You can't stay mad at me and you know that." He put his hands on your waist, his lips touching your cheek and moving down to your neck.

"M-Mike…" Your breath hitched.

"Please." He batted his lashes, hiding his dirty thoughts behind the innocent facade.

"We can't. You are a demon, Mike."

"… It doesn't make sense."

"I can't do this anymore, Mike. You do those things and I... I can't help but fall for you. And then someday you will decide to return to hell and leave me here, crying because of you." You didn't realize the tears running down your face. "I could never be with you and that hurts so much."