Literature
Dirty Little Secret. short. [Amaimon X Reader]
(contains slight sexual themes.)
Poke, poke.
"Ugh, stop!" you mumble with your head in the pillow.
Poke, poke.
"Amaimon! I told you to stop!" you now yell at him, turning upright on your back, looking up at him.
"You would be late if it weren't for me." he says with no trace of amusement.
"Well your nails," you cough, "I mean claws, hurt me you slow-poke."
"Oh, well in that case, I'm sorry."
"Like hell you are."
"Brother's waiting."
"Does it look like I care, Amaimon?"
"No it doesn't, (Y/N)."
"Then let's just stay here."
"But Brother.."
"I don't care about him right now."
"..He'll come here, looking for us."
"Not if he can't g