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fanfictionstuff · 9 days ago

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hello!! could i request maybe an amaimon x reader (naturally) where reader has to take care of little hamster amaimon after him and rins fight in season 1, but she thinks amaimon did die and that mephisto just named the little hamster after him, reader could also be very vocal to the gang about her obsession with amaimon!

this is a scenario i’ve thought about a lot ngl 😂😂 like reader just gushing about how hot he is and rin being like “he’d murder you, you idiot” and reader would be like “he could murder this p*ssy” and little hamaimon just observing this all LMFAO

maybe at the end he reveals that it’s really him!

hopefully this made sense and didn’t sound crazy lmao

I might have gotten a tad bit carried away (7677 words) 🫢 He's just so amazing I couldn't help it. 💀 Also, you didn't mention it, but there is smut. How are you gonna talk about 'murder this pussy' and not add smut when Amaimon is in his human vessel 🫢

You trug your way down the hall towards Mephisto’s office. He had called you and asked you to visit him in his office after class. You’re still in an awful mood after the camping trip. Within a few hours, you had fallen in love and then found out one of your best friends had murdered him. Sure, Amaimon might’ve been trying to kill Rin, but that doesn’t mean Rin had to actually kill Amaimon! Mephisto was there. Why hadn’t he stepped in?

Once you reach his office's double door, they open dramatically. “Ah, Miss ______.” He grins. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hi, Mephisto.”

He frowns at your blunt tone. “Oh dear, is something wrong?”

You let my soulmate die. “Just tired.”

“I see; well, I have a favor to ask of you.” Mephisto points to a small cage sitting on the corner of his desk. “I’m afraid I don’t have the time to take care of my hamster.” Sitting between the cage and Mephisto, you notice a small green fluff ball for the first time. “Did you dye him?” Hamsters are supposed to come in green. “No, he’s one a billion. Can you believe the pet shop was going to throw him out because of his color? I just had to save him! But I’ve now realized I don’t have the time. “His name is Amaimon. He’s even got a small cowlick on his head that reminds me of my younger brother. So, I just had to name him Amaimon.”

You step closer to the hamster, reaching out. He hisses, warning you not to touch him halfway to him. Mephisto drops his hand, hitting the desk not far from where Amaimon is standing. “He won’t harm you; I think he’s just a little surprised.” His comment sounds more like a threat. “Anyway~ so here are all the supplies you need.”

“I didn’t agree to take him.”

“Well, it’s an order.”

“Huh?”

“I’m ordering you to take him.”

“Seriously? I’ve never had a hamster before. What if I accidentally kill him?”

“I assure you, you won’t kill him. So-“ He stands from the desk, grabbing the cage and hamster. “Take good care of him.” He demands, placing the cage in one of your hands and the hamster in the other.

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“Little Amaimon. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat that.” You sigh, watching your hamster stuff multiple candies in his mouth. You had panicked the first time, called the vet (who wasn’t much help), then Mephisto, who didn’t view it as a big deal. ‘If he gets sick, stop by my office with him; I’ll get a specialty vet if needed.’

He ignores you, of course, even going so far as to climb the candy bowl and drop into it. “You're contaminating my candy. You’re lucky I love you,” you huff, gently patting the little hamster on the head.

Not long later, there’s a knock on your door, Rin. You call for him to come in.

“You’re late, Rin. I have important things to do today.”

Rin kicks off his shoes, switching into the guest slippers. “I’m sorry, I got caught up in something. You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked.” He gently scolds as he steps into the living room.

“What’s that?” Rin points at your candy bowl, where little Amaimon is casually sitting. “Oh, it’s my hamster, Amaimon. I’ve had him about a week now; isn’t he cute?” You pet his head affectionally.

Rin looks at you like you’re crazy. “Seriously? Amaimon? I thought you were over that stupid crush.”

Little Amaimon’s head pops up.

You frown at his words. “One: Mephisto named him. Two: It’s not just a stupid crush; I’m still mad at you for killing him.”

“Mephisto?”

“Yeah, apparently, he rescued little Amaimon from a pet shop but then realized he doesn’t have time to care for him.”

Rin raises a brow and reaches to pet the hamster’s head. Once Rin is close enough, Amaimon bites the finger coming towards him. “Ow!” “Right, I forgot to say he’s bitten everyone he’s come across except Mephisto and me. He even bit Shiemi yesterday.”

“You could’ve told me that before I tried to pet him!”

“You could’ve asked before you tried to pet him.”

“Right. Sorry. Anyway, you’re still going on about Amaimon?” Rin glances at the little hamster on the table. “The demon Amaimon.”

“Rin, he was so attractive; I swear it was love at first sight.” You sigh dramatically.

“I don’t think he even noticed you.”

You cover your heart, “Why do you have to be like that? You murdered the love of my life, and you’re going to be cruel and tell me something like that.” Rin gives you an unimpressed look. “Okay, sure. He didn’t notice me. But who’s fault is that? He didn’t have time to notice me because you murdered him.”

“_____, he would have murdered you.”

“He could murder this pussy.”

Rin’s expression twists in disgust, and just when you’re about to tell him you’re joking, kind of. There is a light sound of choking. “Amaimon!” Your eyes widen as your little hamster is choking on a piece of candy. “What do I do?” As you’re reaching out to him, he clears his throat. “Amaimon, you scared me!” The little hamster stares at you for an unsettling amount of time before jumping back into the candy dish.

“Maybe you shouldn’t feed him candy?”

“I don’t just feed him candy; he finds candy himself and eats it. I’m not actively giving him candy.” You frown, watching little Amaimon to make sure he’s safe. “Anyway, you said you need help with some homework, so pass it here.”

Another week goes by, and you’re on the way to see your friends with little Amaimon sitting on your shoulder. Throughout the last week, he seems to have become clingy. Squeaking at you as you’re getting ready to walk out the door. He squeaked at you again nonstop once you got home; the first two times were too much; he let you know he was angry with you for way too many hours after you returned home.

Once you arrive at the location, you see Shima is the first of your friends to come. He waves you over, and with your black jacket on, the little tuff of green fur really sticks out. “Oh hey, is that little Amaimon? Shiemi was talking about him.” You sigh, nodding, petting his head. “Yeah, recently, I’ve had to bring him everywhere. Not sure why he’s become so clingy.”

“It doesn’t annoy you?”

“It helps take my mind off the fact Rin killed perfection.”

You talk about Amaimon any chance you get, going on about how attractive he is, how you could see your life flash before your eyes the moment you saw him—falling in love and having cute children who look just like him because who wouldn’t want their children to look like perfection?

Shima rolls his eyes. “It’s just a fleeting crush; you would’ve lost interest by now if he hadn't died.”

“Did you not see how hot he was? There’s no way I’d ever lose interest in someone like that. I’d do almost anything to get a chance to be with him, even if only an hour.”

“Is this some kind of kink?” Shima laughs. “Cute little schoolgirl wanting the bad boy just to have his way with her.” You scowl at him. “It’s not a kink, but also, yeah.” During your conversation, little Amaimon starts to nuzzle against your neck.

Shima laughs at the sight. “Maybe he thinks you’re talking about him.”

“You know, he’s starting to let others touch him now.” You grin, reaching up to gently pat little Amaimon’s head. “He’s so soft.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Of course. It shouldn’t be a problem. He even let a random guy pet him the other day.”

Shima grins brightly and leans forward to pet little Amaimon’s head. Without hesitating, Amaimon steps away from your neck, bites Shima hard, hisses at him, and then presses himself against your neck once more. “_____!” Shima whines, pulling his hand to his chest.

“I lied.” You shrug, patting Amaimon.

“No shit! That hurt.”

“He still doesn’t like others, but he’s becoming more affectionate with me.” Amaimon coos and nuzzles you as you speak.

Bon and Konekomaru join you two, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “Maybe he likes you. Have you thought about getting him a hamster friend?” Bon questions, eyeing the little hamster. He’s met little Amaimon a few times, and the hamster seems to hate him more each time they meet. He’s pretty certain the little hamster is glaring at him.

You hum in thought. “I don’t know; it’s nice to have his affection. But maybe you’re right. He might prefer another hamster. Wait, let me google it.” You open your phone and quickly search if hamsters should live with other hamsters. “Okay, well, you’re wrong. They fight, and sometimes it’s to the death. I will never let little Amaimon get hurt like that.”

Konekomaru gives you a curious look. “Why don’t you try searching if it’s normal for them to be affectionate with their owner.”

You scan the different results of Konekomaru’s suggestion. “From what I’m reading, it’s not normal for them to be as affectionate as Amaimon. That’s odd.” You remove little Amaimon from your shoulder, bringing him to eye level. “You’re too cute. I love you.”

“He’s weird.” Rin appears, side-eyeing Amaimon. He’s tried to befriend the little hamster multiple times, but Amaimon won’t have it. “Leave him alone, he’s amazing. I love him.”

Rin snorts. “Okay _____. You have bad taste in guys and hamsters.”

You scowl, stepping closer to Rin. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what?” He steps forward.

“That little Amaimon doesn’t like you.” Another step.

“I don’t care.” Another step.

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been trying to get him to warm up to you all week.” Amaimon hisses at Rin’s proximity to you, the hissing boarding a type of growl. Which hamsters are not supposed to be able to do, according to your research. Weird, he must really hate Rin.

While you and Rin argue, you don’t notice the other girls step up. “She’s clearly using him as emotional support because she’s having trouble getting over the death of a demon who wasn’t even aware she existed.” Izumo sighs.

Amaimon huffs to himself, sick of being around the damn exorcists, but he knows you won’t leave anytime soon. If that bastard didn’t look at you the way he does, he wouldn’t have to stay with you every time you leave the apartment. He glares at Bon from his place on your shoulder before nudging the edge of your shirt to tuck himself under it and rest against your skin so that the idiots won’t be in his sight.

Bon raises a brow. “Did he just tuck himself under your shirt?”

“Yeah, so? Leave him alone, he’s comfortable.” Little Amaimon’s sharp claws softly touch your side as he adjusts for a more comfortable position; you raise your hand to pat him softly.

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A month passes, and little Amaimon has become even more clingy; you hadn’t thought it was possible. You bought him some really nice tunnels that were kind of expensive. He glanced at them and completely ignored them. Other little items the internet swear hamsters will love you’ve purchased. Nope. He wants nothing to do with any of it. Now, he won’t even stay in his cage. He will squeak at you nonstop until you open the door and let him out. You called Mephisto about it; he just claimed Amaimon is more intelligent than other hamsters and maybe more like a dog. Or even a cat since he seems to hate most things. He recommended just letting little Amaimon have more freedom.

In the first month, he’d accept being in a cage on the other side of your bedroom, and then, starting in the second month, he started screaming at you until you understood he wanted to be beside your bed on the nightstand. After maybe a week of that, he started screaming at you again. He wanted out. He wanted to sleep on your nightstand without the cage.

By the third month, the cage is completely forgotten in a random corner. You’re certain if anyone found out about his intelligence, they’d take him from you and use him for experiments. But he doesn’t get free rein in the house because he’s almost always with you. If you have something important to do, he’ll stay wherever you put him until you take him elsewhere. You’ve set up a decently large area for him to hang out while you’re at school. It’s not like the cage he was first homed in, but it has barriers, so he has to stay in that living room area when you’re at school.

“Little Amaimon, please stay here while I shower.” You set the hamster on your nightstand and quickly shower, as Shiemi had invited you for dinner.

Stepping out of the shower, irritation floods over you—you forgot your towel. Usually, your bathroom closet is stocked with fresh towels, but you completely forgot to stock it after washing. You attempt to dry off as best you can, using your hands to wipe the excess water from your body. Once you feel you won’t create a puddle on the floor, you step out of the bathroom and head toward a pile of towels draped over a chair across the room. As you cross the space, little Amaimon catches your eye. He’s perched on your bed, staring at you intently. "What’s wrong with you?" you ask the little hamster as you wrap a towel around yourself. You’ll check on him soon; he usually gazes at you like that to signal he wants something.

Once you’ve changed into something decent to meet up with Shiemi, you receive a call from someone else—your mom.

“A date?” Little Amaimon’s head shoots up; he had been ignoring your conversation. “Yes! A date, I’ve heard so many nice things about Ryuji.” You scratch Amaimon’s little head and listen to your mom talk about how good of a young man Bon is; she isn’t wrong, however, “No, I don’t want to go on a date. I already like someone. I’m supposed to be meeting Shiemi, so I really don’t have time to go on about how Bon is only a friend.” You listen to her try to convince you for a couple more minutes. The whole time she speaks, you can only picture Amaimon. “Mom, I really have to go; I’ll call you later.”

You turn your head to little Amaimon, beginning to rant more to yourself. “It’s so annoying, but I can’t get Amaimon out of my mind. I hate saying it aloud, but it’s true he didn’t know I existed before he died; I only saw him for a moment, so why am I so hung up on him?” Little Amaimon flops on his stomach, listening to you complain. The moments from that night flash through your mind. “But he was so hot, and honestly, he took my breath away for a moment. I’m basically lusting over a ghost.” You blink, returning to reality, and your face burns red at how intensely little Amaimon is staring at you. You cover your face. “I can’t believe I can’t stop thinking about fucking a guy I only glanced at for a moment. What is wrong with me? Ugh, I don’t care. There was just something about him. I love him.” You glance at your watch. “Well, shit- how long have I just been going on about how much I love a dead guy to you? I’m going to be late. Let’s go, little Amaimon. You can stay in the living room; I won’t be gone for long. Bye, love you.”

As soon as the house door clicks shut, Amaimon lets out a low growl of frustration. Easily breaking through the flimsy barriers you had put up, he scurries to the couch where you keep a landline phone for emergencies. He quickly dials a number and waits impatiently for an answer. “Hello? Miss ______?” Mephisto answers. “I want my human vessel.” Amaimon hisses. Usually, he’s more polite to his older brother, but he’s tired of listening to you go on and on about him, and he’s unable to react how he wants. With how you’ve been teasing him the last three months, and your mother is now attempting to push you into a relationship with Bon. He’ll make sure you never even humor the idea of another man when he’s done with you. “I’m afraid I’m busy this week, Amaimon. You’ll have to wait until next week.” Mephisto’s tone is filled with faux remorse. “Call me in a week.”

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The following week for you is weird, little Amaimon refuses to let you leave anywhere alone. When you’d wake up for school, you’d find him sleeping on the pillow by your head. He climbs into your school bag, so you have to take him with you. It’s odd, and you aren’t sure how to react. Other than just letting him have his way, of course, you’ve googled it, and a lot of your answers were either he’s about to die, you’re about to die, or he can sense something horrible about to happen. While you don’t necessarily believe it, you take little Amaimon with you just to be safe.

But he also doesn’t like you spending time with your friends. Usually, he’d just ignore everyone and sleep unless they tried to touch him, but he didn’t allow anyone too close to you the whole week.

“Little Amaimon, I’m sorry, but you have to stay here.” You sigh, placing the little hamster in the little area you’ve set up for him in the living room. You wait for him to scream at you, but he doesn’t. He just watches you silently. That’s odd. But you don’t put too much thought into it, you’ll be late.

It’s long past the time you should have been home, and you’re concerned that little Amaimon might be hungry since you can't recall how much food he had before you left. “Finally, home,” you say, sighing as you remove your shoes and slip into your indoor slippers. “Amaimon, are you okay?” You hold your breath, waiting for a squeak or a scream to confirm that he’s not okay because you left him. But silence follows. As you enter the living room, you notice that one of the walls of his barrier has collapsed. Your heart sinks. “Little Amaimon?”

Initially, you proceed cautiously, examining every corner in search of him. You take deep breaths to hold back the tears. Your apartment is small; even with his petite size, there aren’t many places to hide, especially with his striking green fur. After a complete search of the apartment, you check the bed once more, carefully pulling back the sheets and lifting the pillows. He’s not there. A sob escapes as you start to search the house more frantically, remaining careful not to accidentally harm him if he’s somehow slipped by unnoticed. Yet, he’s not there. He’s gone.

You wake up sore the following day. You had slept on the floor because you were worried little Amaimon might need you and can’t get to you if you’re in the bed. But it was pointless because he’s still missing. As you get ready for school, you feel trudging through sand. Your limbs feel heavy, and you keep trying to find the little hamster, but he’s gone. You have to drag yourself out of the house; thankfully, Shiemi is already outside waiting for you, wearing a huge grin.

“Hi Shiemi.” You mumble weakly.

“I’m going to tell Rin today!”

Your eyes widened; you and Izumo had just talked about it with her last night. You give the best grin your body will allow while nodding. “That’s great, what will you say to him?”

As she shares what she wants to say, you just become more and more confused. “Wait, really?” You had been expecting her to be ready to confess to Rin, not whatever the hell she is going to tell him. “But isn’t high school the perfect time to fall in love- ah, never mind. You’re right. If you want to become stronger first, then good.”

“Thanks! Wait, where is little Amaimon?” She gives you a curious glance; the tiny green hamster is usually on your shoulder.

Tears that you hoped to hold back begin to fall. “I-I don’t know. He- it doesn’t matter. I probably just overlooked him.” You wipe your eyes as you talk. “I’m sure I can find him when I get home.” You keep quiet about the hours you spent searching for him last night and a significant part of this morning. “Let’s go; we don’t want to be late for school.” You smile despite the tears flowing.

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“Shiemi, I’m going to go ahead and get to class, okay?” Normally, you would’ve walked with her to be moral support with Rin, but you just don’t have it in you; your whole body hurts, and your eyes burn from rubbing them too much. You wave over your shoulder, not listening to her telling you she’ll see you later. Once in your class, you drop your head to the desk, trying to think of places you might’ve accidentally missed while looking for your hamster.

Classmates start trickling in; you don’t acknowledge any of them, keeping your head down, even as someone sits next to you. Did you maybe accidentally left the door cracked open? Leaving some treats outside your door might help. Why hadn’t you thought about this before getting to school? Your seatmate pokes your shoulder, and you raise your hand in greeting but don’t bother lifting your head. Too engrossed in ideas of how to find little Amaimon. Your seatmate leans closer, lowering their voice to a whisper.

“So, murder your pussy?”

Your eyes snap open; why does that voice sound familiar? Quickly, you sit up, snapping your head to the left. The person next to you arches an eyebrow, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. “Anything else I can do for you, ______?”

“W-what? Wait. Amaimon?” Your hands start to shake. “You’re alive? Wait, what are you talking about? How do you know me?”

“Hmmm? You’ve been taking care of me the last three months.”

You stare long and hard before it clicks. Mephisto can turn into a white dog. Did that bastard give you his brother? This whole time, you’ve been living with Amaimon. He was there for everything; you said so many things that you would’ve never said to him if you had known he was there.

“You heard everything.” You groan, dropping your head to the table. He had been with you twenty-four-seven for three months. “Yes.”

You don’t even know how to wrap your head around this: the demon that you’ve fallen for, who is supposed to be dead, is alive and has been your pet hamster for the last three months?

Wait, your head snaps up. He’s seen me naked. All the times you’ve changed with him casually sitting in your room.

“Bye.” You stand, but the demon beside you is faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back into the seat. “Sit down.”

“I suddenly remember I have something important to do.”

“No, you don’t.”

You sink into your chair, having a million questions but too embarrassed to ask any of them. His hand is still wrapped around your wrist. You can’t look at him, which is a shame because, from the one glance you did get, he looks so much better than you remembered.

His grip tightens on your wrist. “You’re not getting away from me. Three months.” He growls in your ear.

Is he angry that you’ve been treating him like a hamster for three months? But Mephisto had told you, you would have been more than happy to take him in knowing the truth.

“I’m sorry-“

Amaimon grips the front of your uniform, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "For three months, while I was trapped in that vessel, unable to act, you’ve been teasing me. Now that I finally have this vessel back, we’re going to make up for those last three months I couldn’t touch you.”

“What?”

“That’s what you want, right?” He leans closer, running his claws along your thigh. “We can go home now. Who cares if we miss a few classes.” Despite his words, his tone makes him sound bored. Honestly, you want nothing more than to jump on him, exclaim your love, and, let’s be honest, let him have his way with you. However, you’re in the middle of a classroom, and this is a shock. “Wait, I need answers. How are you here? Why would Mephisto want me to take care of you for three months? I don’t understand.”

He stares blankly at you and obviously doesn’t care to share all the details with you. “Big brother said I could have my freedom if I follow the rules as a student.”

“Okay, and why were you a hamster in my home for three months?”

He refuses to answer.

Fine. “Leaving class early is against the rules.”

Amaimon pulls away from you and glares. “Also, I’ve got a test in chemistry this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

His glare doesn’t soften; he doesn’t care if you have a test. You’ve been teasing him for three months now.

“If we leave now, you’ll only have gone to one class; I don’t think Mephisto would consider that rule-abiding.”

Still glaring.

“What’s your schedule?”

“We have the same schedule.”

“Huh?”

“Big brother agreed to give me the same schedule as you.”

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Your friends are standing tensely in the hallway, watching Amaimon’s back as he walks to class. “We need to find _____ to warn her Amaimon is back. I know she’s been talking about falling for him, but she thinks he's dead and he’s a stranger to her. There’s no telling if she’ll act like an idiot and get herself killed or be realistic.” Bon takes the position of a leader. “For the lunch break, someone will just have to be outside her classroom waiting for her.”

Shiemi mentions, "When I saw _____ this morning, she looked very upset; she was crying. She told me it would be okay, but her hamster is missing, so she’s really sad today.”

Bon grimaces. “If she’s completely torn up over her hamster. Her actions might reflect that, and she might do something stupid. I wonder if we can keep her oblivious about Amaimon for at least a week.” He clinches his fist.

“So, who should meet her in the classroom.”

“I can.” Bon stands firmly.

Shima throws an arm over Bon’s shoulder. “Aw, gonna be her knight in shining armor? She might even need a hug.”

Bon’s firm expression starts to break as his face reddens. “Shut up, we’re just friends!”

“Yeah, but when she actually meets Amaimon, there’s no way she’d like him. You can swoop in.”

“Shut up,” Bon growls through gritted teeth.

The class before lunch seems to take forever for him; he can barely focus; he has to get to you before you run into Amaimon and get your heart broken.

When the bell finally rings, Bon taps his fingers anxiously, waiting for the teacher to dismiss them. Once he does, Bon jumps from his seat and runs; you’re only a few doors down. He can grab you, and you’ll be safe.

He feels a wave of horror as he spots Amaimon in the doorway of your classroom. Maybe you don’t realize who he is. He’s having to use an alias; he doesn’t know who you are, so he wouldn’t tell you. right? Bon grits his teeth, contemplating the best course of action. Things take a turn for the worse when he realizes Amaimon is speaking to someone. Of course, it’s you.

“______!” Bon runs forward, attempting to put himself between you and Amaimon. “How are you? I thought maybe we could walk to meet everyone together.” He grins, hoping you’re unaware the person behind him is Amaimon.

“Sorry, I know I usually do. But I’ve got plans today.”

Bon watches you closely. You still haven’t referred to him as Amaimon; surely, you’d be really giddy or upset about him turning you down if you were aware. He can still help you. “Neither of us has the class after lunch, right? I heard you lost your hamster. Maybe I could return to your apartment with you to find your hamster during the break?” He suggests, knowing you don’t live that far from campus.

Bon feels a heavy weight in his heart as you shake your head. “Actually, I’m having lunch with him," you say, gesturing discreetly toward Amaimon without mentioning his name. It's clear Bon is aware, and he probably knows you’re aware. But you don’t want to be the first to say it.

Amaimon's eyes narrow into a fierce glare as he forcefully shoves Bon away from you, a protective instinct surging through him. "Don’t get close to her; she’s mine," he growls, lifting his arm, his fist swinging toward Bon with a forceful intent. You instinctively flinch at the sharp sound of their impact, the crack echoing in your ears, but the shock renders you momentarily paralyzed, your heart racing. Bon stumbles back, a look of disbelief mixed with fury etching across his face as he clutches his jaw, grimacing in pain while shooting deadly glares at Amaimon.

Bon is aware that Amaimon is holding back; he assumes that it is because of orders from Mephisto not to hurt other students. He watches, eyes narrowed, as Amaimon grabs your wrist. “Let’s go.”

You glance over your shoulder at Bon; he’s standing and just glaring at Amaimon’s back. Amaimon must not have hit him as hard as it first seemed because Bon is standing straight, tightened fists by his sides.

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“You said you’re supposed to follow the rules.” You’re sitting on a picnic table bench with your back against the table. With his body pressed against yours, he’s basically in your lap at this point. “Big brother didn’t say this was against the rules.” His lips hover over yours for a brief moment before meeting yours. It’s not a sweet, innocent first kiss like you had imagined your first kiss to be. Amaimon’s lips feel warm and insistent, and when his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you freeze, unsure how to react. Without warning, he pulls at your hair, prompting a gasp from you and allowing him entry. The sweetness of candy still lingers on his tongue as it navigates your mouth. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more.

"What the hell are you doing to her?!" You stop in your tracks, recognizing the voice instantly. But Amaimon keeps his grip on you, tugging harshly at your hair to get your attention back. He loosens his hold slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but when you try to sneak a glance at Bon, Amaimon grabs onto your jaw tightly. “Look at me. Only me.”

"Let her go." Bon's voice is cold and firm.

Amaimon releases his grip on your hair and jaw, but he doesn't let you go just yet. You can feel his irritation pulsing off him in waves.

Rin and the others appear behind Bon, all taking defensive students. Rin snaps. "Let her go, or else." Which makes zero sense to you.

“Stop!” You glare at Rin. “What are you even talking about? I’m perfectly fine with this.” Have they been living under a rock? You’ve spoken about Amaimon almost nonstop, and they’re acting surprised you’re in his arms now, and they’re acting like you’re a victim. This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be since seeing the demon king.

Bon snaps at you. “Don’t be stupid! You don’t want to be with him.” He yells. “You’re letting your stupid hormones affect your common sense.”

“I don’t care. There’s nothing wrong with it, as you said, hormones, it’s normal.”

Shima raises a brow. “Wanting to fuck a demon king is definitely not normal.”

Bon turns to Shima. “Seriously? Shut up.”

Shima rolls his eyes. “That’s what you’re talking about.”

You glance at poor Shiemi, who looks like her head might explode. “Stop being vulgar in front of Shiemi.”

Amaimon pulls a lollipop from his pocket and pops it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” He grabs your arm and pulls you away from everyone else.

“______!”

You lift a hand to wave at them without looking back. “I’m more than fine.”

The demon king has you questioning if he’s part succubus as you’re pushed against a random wall, his lips attached to your throat, occasionally leaving small bites. “We shouldn’t be doing this at school.” He hums in agreement. “Yes, let’s go home then.”

“We still have three classes.”

His claws push against your thigh, teasingly moving his hand up your skirt. “But I thought you didn’t want to do this at school?” He whispers in your ear, gently biting it.

As Amaimon's hand trails up your thigh, you can feel yourself blushing and growing more flustered. Again, you give a weak excuse about being in school, but he simply nods and reaches into his pocket. At first, you think he's grabbing another lollipop, but instead, he pulls out a key. "What is the key to?"

“Our apartment.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, deeply; the magical key opens the door to your living room while his hands slowly glide up your skirt, gripping the waistband of your underwear. As you respond to his touch, he suddenly pulls away and drops his hands to his sides. He glances at the door nonchalantly, saying, "If you don't want to." He reaches to close the door, but you quickly stick your foot out to stop it. Your face flushes red with embarrassment. “Are you part succubus? I can miss half a day. But how are you going to explain to Mephisto since you promised him, you’ll be a good student?”

“Having sex with you in our apartment rather than in the hallway is what a student who follows the rules would do.” His lips meet yours once more as he guides you inside, shutting the door with his foot.

“You keep saying ‘our apartment.’”

“Yes, I’ve been living here for the last three months; why wouldn’t it be my apartment?” he questions, shrugging off his blazer and carelessly tossing it onto the couch. His hands immediately find their way back to you as he kicks off his boots, his mouth hot against your throat. He waits, kissing and nibbling your skin until you remove your shoes. But he doesn't give you a chance to switch to indoor shoes. When the shoes are off, he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom and drops you on the bed, smirking. “I finally get to murder your pussy.” Your face burns at the reminder once again. You have a feeling he’s not going to let you live that down anytime soon. “Stop.” You whine, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’m going to remind you every time we have sex for the rest of our lives.”

You have many questions about that statement, but bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Amaimon reaches for your blazer, quickly undoing all the buttons and removing the shirt. You aren’t sure how he’s so fast without damaging your clothes, but he’s just as quick in removing the rest of your clothing. “Don’t.” He narrows his eyes as your hands instinctively move to cover your chest. “Why are you acting shy? I’ve seen you like this multiple times,” he reminds you. “I should tie you to this bed for at least a week after how you teased me for three months.”

“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were the hamster.” You whine, fighting the urge to cover yourself.

“Don’t worry, because you’re a virgin, I won’t tie you down this time.” He stares at you blankly.

“How do you know I’m a virgin?!”

“You told that purple-haired girl you’re going to die a virgin because I was dead.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened; you had invited Shiemi and Izumo to your house for a small study group, and like always, you were able to get in a few comments about Amaimon. “I was joking.”

“Sure.”

“I was.”

“Right.”

“I was!”

Amaimon shrugs, sitting to your side as he lifts his hands to his shirt, undoing each button. “Okay. It doesn’t matter because I’m going to-”

“If you say what I think you’re about to say, I will kick you.”

“Okay, don’t be that vulgar around another man again; I don’t care if you are talking about me.”

“Another man? Does that mean I can be vulgar with you?”

He raises a brow. “Sure, but you get flustered over that comment; I can’t imagine you will be vulgar with me anytime soon.”

“What? I can totally be vulgar- wait, that sounds weird.” You glance at Amaimon and notice he’s covered his face. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Yes.” Amaimon gets off the bed, dropping the shirt to the floor, along with his pants and underwear.

Your gaze travels across his body. Honestly, you feel your mouth water at the sight of his toned muscles. You let your eyes drop below his waist; your breath hitches in your throat. He’s stunning. Every part of him visible is flawless, and suddenly, you become more aware of your own body. You cover your breasts with one hand while trying to shield your womanhood with the other.

A low growl comes from Amaimon, and you’re pinned to the bed, arms pinned on either side of your head. “I told you not to cover yourself. I will tie your arms.”

“You look perfect, and I look—” you shrug; while you’re not unattractive, it’s difficult to envision anyone else matching his beauty. “Beautiful.” Amaimon leans in, pressing his hardness against your thigh, his face expressionless just before he bends down to kiss you.

You notice something odd behind him when he pulls away from the kiss. “What’s that?”

He blinks, confused by your question.

“That.” You point at it again.

Amaimon glances behind him, not seeing anything. “What is what?”

“Is that your tail?”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Can I touch it?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Amaimon smirks, moving his tail to wrap around your thigh. “Yes, you can touch it.”

Forgetting that you’re naked, you sit up, pushing the demon back. “It’s so cute, I love it.” You reach for the tail, gently running your fingers along it from the base to the fluffy tip.

Amaimon humors you and your interest in his tail a moment longer before he pushes you back against the bed, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is intense and passionate and leaves you breathless. Amaimon’s hands roam over your body, his claws gently running along your skin until reaching your breasts; carefully, he palms your breasts, careful not to hurt you with his claws.

He pulls away from the kiss, his lips tracing a path down your neck and over your collarbone, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses and nibbles. He pauses at your breast, swirling his tongue around the areola before taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. The other breast receives the same attention before he moves even lower, pausing at your hips.

With a low growl, Amaimon's hands slid beneath your waist, pulling you closer to his lips. He traced kisses down the length of your thigh, pausing to bite your skin gently. He pauses, glancing up at you with a blank stare as you begin to squirm slightly under him. “What’s wrong _____? Is there something you want?”

When you don’t answer, he parts your thighs, staring long enough that you start to squirm more. “Amaimon, you’re being weird. Don’t just stare at me.” You complain, attempting to close your legs. “Okay.” Using a knuckle, he guides it along your sensitive folds, with his eyes returning to your face.

“Amaimon.” You whine. He’s just barely applying enough pressure so you can feel a bit of pleasure.

“What?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

He pushes his knuckle a bit past your folds, collecting some of your slick, then bringing it to his face. He keeps eye contact with you, and he licks it clean. “I asked you if there is something you want. Answer me.”

“I want you.”

“You have me.”

“Amaimon!”

“You have to be more specific ______.” He speaks monotone while using his knuckle to collect more of your slick. “Your body is reacting so nicely to me.” He places his knuckle in his mouth. “You taste great.”

“Please.”

He stares, showing no emotions.

“Amaimon.” You groan. “Fine! Please, eat me out.” You quickly cover your face in embarrassment when you realize what you said.

Your face is still hidden when you feel his breath against your entrance. Gently, he opens your legs and presses his mouth against you, sliding his tongue from your opening all the way up to your sensitive nub. Your hands clench the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white as you grip them tightly. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot hold back crying his name.

Amaimon's eyes are locked onto your face, his expression a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he continues his ministrations. He enjoys the power he wields over you in this moment. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between gentle flicks and deep thrusts of his tongue. You can feel the tension inside you coiling like a tight spring about to snap. Unable to bear it much longer, you run your hands through his hair, tugging him closer to him, chasing your pleasure.

Amaimon hums in satisfaction, his tongue lazily flicking against your sensitive nub as he draws out your orgasm.

Finally, the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body shaking violently as Amaimon's name leaves your lips once more. He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips slowly, savoring your taste before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss.

As you recover from your orgasm, you feel Amaimon's body pressing against yours, his erection still hard and ready. You reach down to touch him, but he stops your hand.

"No," he replies flatly. "I’ve waited three months; I want to be inside you." He leans in for another kiss, “Are you ready?” He whispers against your lips, running his erection against your folds for lubrication.

You glance down at his member before looking back into his eyes. He’s not small, and you’re worried about pain. “You’ll be gentle, right?”

“For your first time? Yes.”

He lowers his head, bringing you into another passionate as his erection slowly enters you; the sensation is intense but not painful. Amaimon's lips are gentle as he nips your lower lip and kisses you more tenderly. “Does it hurt?” He braces himself, not wanting to move until you’re comfortable. “No, it’s okay.”

Slowly, he starts to move within you, his thrusts steady and deep. As he continues his ministrations, Amaimon's golden gaze never leaves yours, his movements slow and deliberate. Watching carefully to make sure you’re still comfortable before increasing the pace.

As the intensity of his thrusts increases, you pull him closer, your arms wrapped tightly around his body. “Amaimon, faster.”

"Faster?" he repeats. "Is that what you want?" His eyes locked onto yours, his golden gaze burning into your soul.

"Yes!" you gasp, your heart pounding in your chest. "Faster!"

Amaimon complies, his hips moving with a fierce intensity that takes your breath away. With each thrust, the tension builds until it feels like it may burst. You hold onto his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you arch your back to meet his movements.

He keeps his eyes locked with yours while moving his hand between you, mindful of his sharp claws. He uses a knuckle to stimulate your clit, the sensation combined with him being inside you is what pushes you over the edge.

You cry out his name as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your body shakes as he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent.

As you moan with pleasure, Amaimon watches your face intently. He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts into you more forcefully, feeling his own release approaching. His teeth graze against your neck, and he bites down. The sharp feeling of pain from his bite is mixed with the pleasure from your last orgasm; you dig your nails into his back at the feeling.

With a deep growl, Amaimon shuts his eyes, and his muscles tense before releasing inside of you. He holds onto you tightly until the sensation passes.

You both lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow. Amaimon's golden eyes soften as he gazes at your flushed face. He pulls out of you carefully, concerned about any discomfort it might cause.

“Are you okay?" he asks, gently stroking your hair away from your face.

You nod, unable to speak momentarily as you catch your breath. "So, that was fun," you manage to say, a smile playing on your lips.

Amaimon gives you a deadpan stare. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

You sit up, slightly wobbly, and reach for a tissue to clean up. "Thanks for being gentle," you glance around the room awkwardly, unsure what to do now.

“You should rest; I won’t be as gentle next time.”

“Next time?”

“Tonight, if you get some rest now.”

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