I'm dating a demon :2P america X shy reader (ch 3)

"you... are... what?!" you stammered.

"just kidding, babe! we're at your place, look," you looked out the window again to see you were indeed standing before your friends apartment complex.

"oh... right," you said, blushing furiously. you quickly got out of the car and shut the door.

you heard another door shut and you could fell Allen's hand on your hip once more a few seconds later. you were about to say you were not going to let him in when your heel got stuck in a crack in the pavement. Allen caught you before you could hit the ground and picked you up bridal style, once again making you blush in shades you didn't know were possible.

"A-AL! I can walk by myself,"

"I don't get how you got this far in the first place, babe. how do girls walk on those things anyway?" Al asked.

Your sister would probably have said something cute or funny, (BFF/N) would have made the remark of the century but you just mumbled a “dunno,” and tried to hide your cherry red face.

Allen laughed and carried you to the front door where he put you down.

"I had a great time, babe. I'll see you around?" he asked.

"yeah, me too," you said shyly, barely able to wait to get to the other side of that door and be done with it. Allen grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

"I love you, babe," he said softly before pressing his lips softly onto yours.

you released a small gasp against his lips, which gave him the chance to press his pierced tongue into your mouth. his tongue explored very corner of your mouth and you could feel the small red piercing in his tongue you'd seen when he talked. you closed your eyes and let him dominate your mouth, before retreating his tongue and slowly moving away from you.

"goodbye, babe," he whispered.

he turned around and walked back to his car. you watched him go, and the moment his car went around the corner you burst into the building and flew up the stairs.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!” you yelled as you almost crashed into your friends house.

She grabbed your shoulder and shook you around.

“WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW DID IT GO?! DID YOU KISS?!” she yelled without letting go of you.

You grabbed her shoulders and clung to her like a lifeline in response and yelled back.

“NONE OF YOUR BUSSINESS!!!” after that you walked into the bedroom you'd be sharing that night and collapsed there.

“you already know so why ask?” a deep voice coated in a thick canadian accent asked.

“OH... MY... GOD...” you said.

“MAX?!” your friend yelled, punching him in the shoulder.
You just gaped at her with your mouth slightly open, until Max's words got through to you.

“just how... did you know what happened?” you asked suspiciously.

“I don't know,” your friend said, but you knew she was lying. You knew her well enough to see that.

“What. Did. You. Do?!” you asked as threatening as you could muster with the Canadian killer still behind her.

“let's just tell her-” Max said “we were worried about you dating my idiot brother so we followed you around and your friend here took a picture of you and my brother's little goodbye,” he explain while trying to keep your friend from strangling him.

“W-WHAT?!” you stuttered.

“don't worry, it's not like I'll put it on Facebook. It's just a little something I will be showing to your kids and grandkids when you are happily married and I'm living in your basement after my boyfriend stole all my money,” she said cheerfully.

Max looked at her weird, you just sighed (the two of you had this kind of conversations a lot so you were used to it).

“thanks, really makes me feel better,” you said tiredly. You let yourself fall back onto the bed and shut your eyes.

You felt someone else sit down on the mattress next to you and you opened your eyes to see your friend petting your head.

“if you don't like Al you should just break up with him. I'll cover you, don't worry,” Max said, walking up to the bed.

“I'm not sure if I like him, but I do know that I don't dislike him. He just scares me a lot,” you said, not exactly being able to understand it yourself.

“you really think he's that scary?” Max asked.

“whenever he's close I just panic. He makes my stomach flip and my chest feel tight in a way not a single delinquent has ever pulled off,” you said.

“I see. Well, you can give me a call once you've figured it out,” Max said, before turning around and going for the door.

“but just so you know, there's a feeling besides fear that can screw you over like that ____. they call it love,” he said as he closed the door.

Your friend looked at you with a you-know-he's-right smile and you sat up and pulled your hair out of it's silky (f/c) confines.

“hey,____?” your friend said softly.

“yeah?” you replied and a fangirl smirk spread across her face.

“is Al a good kisser?” she asked with a cheshire cat grin.

“I don't know, that was sort of my first kiss so I can't compare,” you said with a bright blush.

“so was it good?” she asked persistently.
“you were right about the restaurant, it was a very nice place,” you said, desperately trying to change the topic.

“I'll say this once more, WAS. IT. GOOD?” she asked in a tone that did not allow back-talking.

“he has a tongue piercing, it was weird, but... a good... sort of... weird... if that makes sense,” you finally admitted, looking down with a cherry red blush up until your ears.

Your friend squealed like she often had when she was talking about some guy in the anime she liked. Was she SHIPPING you and Al?!

“what about max? Is he a good kisser?” you asked with the cockiness you were only able to muster when you were alone with your friend, who was turning into a fine shade of crimson herself.

“yes, I've had a few boyfriends before but none of them were very good at kissing in my opinion. It was nice,” she told you.

You hit her over the head with your pillow and grabbed you pajamas to change.

“I wasn't serious! Too. Much. Info!” you said shocked.

“you asked!” she retorted.

You shut the door and went to the bathroom. You washed the glitter off (which had indeed ended up on your cheeks) and took off all the accessories you'd been wearing. You changed into you pajamas and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“love,” you repeated to yourself.