"Then how did you know about the Pocky game and how it finished?"
"Are we playing or not?"
You nodded, putting the other end of pocky in your mouth. You began to chew it as he did the same. Suddenly you had no pocky in your mouth, you looked at Amaimon who now had pretty much the entire stick in his mouth.
"Whoops" he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he chewed and swallowed it. You giggled.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to do the make out separately." He leaned in towards you. Your heart pounded like crazy as he crashed his lips onto yours. You looked up as he stopped kissing you. He opened his mouth up wide and slowly leaned into your mouth once again.
"AMAIMON, WHAT THE HELL?!" You hit him with the closest thing to you, a pillow.
"OUCH-" He fell back and banged his head. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR, (Y/N)?"
"YOU WERE ABOUT TO BITE MY FUCKING FACE OFF!!!"
"UH, DUH? I WAS TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU?"
You burst into laughter at his concept of a make-out. He started blushing and stood up. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!"
"Amaimon, calm down."
"TELL ME-"
"Calm."
"(Y/N)!!!"
"Calm."
He started muttering angry words as he lowered his head, and then fell silent.
"Good boy." You smirked.
"I'm not a dog."
"Well duh, you're a demon."
"Demon King." He said cockily which made you rase the pillow again. He flinched and you giggled and lowered it.
"This is abuse!!"
You smiled at him and tilted your head, smiling cutely. He growled and narrowed his eyes. "Stop it."
"Why?"
"It's creepy.."
"You're creepy."
"No I'm not, shut up."
"Idiot."
