hiyori sits at her desk, peacefully brushing her hair, willfully pretending she can't hear yato's dramatic wailing. since he's here, she has an idea. calling him in his bluff.
the brush gets set down and she gets up. watch her move over to her closet, pull open the door and
he may change his mind after hiyori drags the box over to the center of her room, plops down, and starts going through it right in front of him. while he watches her through the window. voyeur.
while he whines her name, hiyori plucks out a dildo and runs her finger around the tip thoughtfully. ]
[Well..... That's true. He doesn't always mean to, though?
At least getting to see Hiyori doing something has him quietly curious all of a sudden. He goes silent, face plastered to the window as he watches her going through the box of toys, gradually sliding down the glass with a slight squeaking noise until he's kneeling rather than standing.]
...? Hiyori?
[He half expects to get a dildo to the face, except that the window is closed.]
no dildo to the face, though she is tempted. setting one aside, she goes for another. that thoughtful look never leaves her face until she seems to finally come across the one she's looking for.
blue. the right size. she can't but throw a quick glance at the window before she stands up, pushing the box back into the closet and heading over to her bed.
the next thing she does
is step out of her pajama shorts. then, she pushes her underwear off her hips. both articles are in a pile at her feet before she gets onto her bed and scoots up to the headboard, leaning on pillows,
drawing the toy up to her mouth. ]
THE KIND WHERE SHE ASKS TO BE TIED UP OR TO FUCK HIM UP THE ASS!
He's grateful for not getting beaned with a dick, though he also half expected her to open the window and shove the box of toys into his arms and tell him to fuck off.
This, though? A much better alternative.
He knows each one of the various toys in their box of playthings, and the one she's chosen is most similar in size and shape to him, he thinks.
Though all that's going through his head is that Hiyori is... doing something lewd. Without him. On her own. It's both painful and enticing enough that he can't bring himself to either look away or teleport inside to be closer to her.
As she brings the toy to her mouth, he can't help licking his own lips, heart beginning to race as he feels himself pulse in his loins.]
[ it glides slowly along her tongue while her eyes slip shut. yato at the window becomes a memory as she sucks gently at the tip, working her way down farther, head tilting back and body sinking down lower on the pillows.
whether she means to or not, her legs fall open and her free hand trails down her stomach. fingers splayed, not quite touching herself but close. rubbing at her thighs and hips and lower stomach idly. she's working herself up with an audience, his face pressed to the glass.
she keeps sucking, some drool dripping off of it and onto her chest, for a bit longer. until it's gleaming and wet and pops out of her mouth a sound. ]
[Seeing Hiyori's soft, wet tongue lapping at the dildo's material does things to him, making him squeeze his legs together to get some friction as his breath starts to come heavier and quicker.
The view is one he knows so well, yet this time he's unable to reach her to help out, leaving him whimpering quietly at the desire to touch and feel her soft skin beneath his fingers, to smell her arousal as she gets worked up...
That pop, though-- It's enough to send a shiver throughout his body, while he settles down on his knees to watch her keenly through the glass, fingers of both hands splayed against its surface. Slightly curled so that his nails dig into the clear material.]
[ whatever yato is going through, however he feels, hiyori is none the wiser. she can smell him, a bit, and it helps. as annoyed as she is with him, that smell is her favorite. it'd be better if he was over her and -
no. no, he made his bed. he has to lay in it.
not even his whimpering like a sad puppy will change her mind. she's stubborn, remember? breathing a bit harder, she keeps trailing the wet tip down her body until it brushes right between her things. right at the sensitive bundle of nerves, where a soft noise escapes her and her head falls back a little so she stares at the ceiling. ]
Hhn.
[ chest heaving a little more, she starts rubbing it through her folds. always, eventually, coming back to her clit to nudge and prod until her toes curl and her vision blurs and her thighs twitch. she seems to be taking her sweet ass time. it's for herself.
but it's also to mess with the peeper at her window. ]
[Ignorance is bliss, they say..... Certainly it would make Yato's life easier to handle right now, were he not privy to seeing Hiyori pleasure herself. As nice as the show is.
It would be much better if it was him she had her hands and lips on.
Stubborn, indeed. He's not even trying to make noise deliberately to sway her, instead it being a product of of his own keenness for her. The urge to touch himself only grows as she brings the tip of the toy to her clit, making him fidget restlessly in place, biting at his lip.]
Ngh... Hiyori...
[If her goal is to screw with Yato, she's doing a damn good job of it. He's near enough that he can hear her thanks to his godly senses, or maybe he can just imagine the sounds she would make. They'd be even better were it him, he's sure... Wiggling his toes in his boots, he grunts as he finally gives in and brushes a hand over his throbbing length, lightly stirring up his neediness by indulging, himself.
It's just a pity that he can't return the favor and touch her properly. Though this is the punishment he deserves.]
[ it would be much better if it was him, but she has a point to make. she's not entirely sure what the point is, but it seems to be working. she can hear him through the window. his whines and complaining and saying her name like he's begging her to be let in.
in the room. in her. to touch. to be the one to bring her pleasure.
for a while longer, she simply uses the tip to swirl around her clit. to tease through her folds, to press against but never in. until her breath is hard and she's squeezing the toy tight in her grip from restraint. she doesn't know who she's pleading with when she breathes a, ]
Please.
[ into the air. as if it's yato himself above her, like that's who she's imagining even if he's right outside her window, pawing at the glass. using her fingers, she spreads herself open and guides the toy down. instead of just pressing against, she starts easing it in slowly. an inch. two inches.
three, four. five. six.
seven. ]
Mhn. [ it's not warm enough, not like him. she should've spent more time - but it's fine. it'll get warm inside her. forgetting a particular someone is at her window, she lets her head fall to the side, so she's facing it. so he can see her heavily lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and her parted lips when she finally starts to move it inside her. slow and easy. innnnn and ouuuut. ]
[Even if she doesn't know the point being made, Yato surely does. It's why he remains in place outside her room, despite his godly powers that would allow him to breach her barriers in an instant. It's about respect and boundaries.
Both of which he's been bad about heeding in the past and thus has sworn to uphold better standards for nowadays.
When it comes down to it, Yato knows. Knows who she's begging for, yearning and lusting after despite his absence. It makes him bite down hard on his bottom lip, the longing to touch her growing into an almost unbearable ache. He presses a hand hard against the glass, leaving prints behind when eventually he gives in to the call of nature and hoists his pants down around his thighs to expose himself in the cool air.]
Ugh... Hiyori...
[He watches as she sinks the toy into herself, finally grasping his own length as though to match what he's seeing. As if that might somehow ease his need to be the one inside her. Though there's no comparison; his hand doesn't have the same warm wetness as her body does, the same tight slickness that squeezes him so consistently...
But at least it being his hand means that he can adjust the pressure, squeezing tighter as he watches her head loll to one side, catching sight of her half-lidded eyes and parted lips. So kissable and soft... He lets his head rest against the window with a light thunk, breath coming harder as he begins stroking himself in time with her motions, trying to pretend it's him inside her instead of a toy.]
[ he knows because who else could it be? it couldn't be any other. it's yato she's always wanted. still wants, despite all her frustration with him and this point she's making about boundaries and respect. and thinking twice before you take the teasing too far, honestly.
he's a blur in the window, but she can make out those eyes never leaving her. never once straying as she lets the slow in and out motion gain a bit more momentum, going a little faster, a little steadier. more, so that she breathes harder. her brow starts to furrow when she realizes
it's not enough. there's no pressure of his hips on hers. no voice, groaning or telling her he loves her or calling her good girl. or anything else that slips past his filthy mouth that takes her blood to boiling. instead of saying his name, she mouths it. every time she fucks the toy into herself, his name shapes her mouth, until
[That's so true. He knows that she craves no other but him, knows that although this is punishment for his misdeeds, it's also a form of torture for her, as well. Lesson learned, although for how long...? With him it's so tough to tell.
He's terrible, he knows. Knows that he deserves every second of this agony of being unable and not allowed to touch his precious Hiyori while she pleasures herself closer and closer to coming. He, too, grows steadily nearer to going over the edge as he strokes himself, adding a bit of spit to his hand to facilitate his masturbating. Crude, but effective.
It's the call of his name that finally has him pressing his cock up against the window, the coolness of it sending shivers down his spine. Yet it's as close as he can get to her without invading her personal space without permission, and that he's not willing to do just yet. Not willing to risk her ire or interrupt her passionate masturbating.]
H..Hiyori... Ngh--
[Precum leaks from the tip of his cock, granting him more lubrication, which he eagerly takes in hand and lathers himself up with, fisting his hand into a tight ball in order to pretend it's her instead. His cheek ends up pressed against the glass, though his eyes never leave her, not for a second, as she pushes the toy in and out.]
[ ah, he's going to leave a mark on her window. she's going to have to clean it later or she should really make him do it. his cock is so hot that it looks like it's fogging up the window. his voice is muffled through the glass, but she can hear it - just barely - over her own labored breaths as she keeps going. her wrist is beginning to hurt, however, at this weird angle she has to use.
nor can she put the right amount of power into the thrust like yato can. even if they're slow, they're deep. and his pulse throbs inside her. and he always kisses her, all over. masturbating by herself just isn't enough. it can bring her to the edge but she tears up, knowing it won't be as good. as explosive.
but she has to. then, she'll go to sleep. right? she won't invite yato inside after messing with her so much. trying to be all high and mighty to her. this is their normal. normal is yato sneaking into her room at the very late hours. sometimes they fool around, sometimes it's just both of them wrapped around each other. little spoon, big spoon.
yato likes being little spoon.
she moves the toy harder. faster. head arching back to expose her throat and her heavy breaths shifting into panting. she bites her lip, brow furrowing, searching for the end. a girl who wants to do everything on her own, suddenly unable to bring herself pleasure is frustrating.
her free hand reaches up and gropes her own breast. using her thumb and index finger to pinch herself lightly, urging a whine out of her. ]
[Not just a mark, but several, sticky prints from both his face and his cock at this rate. Clear proof that he is there and needy, just beyond her window. It'll probably get worse, too, once he gets even more worked up to the point of dripping cum or just flat out coming.
Because while Hiyori struggles with the lack of physical contact, Yato has a glorious view of his beloved pleasuring herself, making the experience that more visceral. He can imagine that it's her touching him, that his spit and cum are her fluids, that the squeeze of his hand is her walls.
Yet still he craves her touch. He always does. That's why he loves being cradled by her, with his back against her chest and her arms wrapped snuggly around his chest, fingers idly tracing random patterns over his bare, sweat-soaked skin. The press of her breasts against his shoulder blades, the tangle of their legs...
He craves that right now, to be in her arms, thrusting into her while she squeezes him into coming. Hiyori, too, it seems craves that, because he notices that while she seems in the throes of passion, there's something missing from it, something that he notices when they're together.
Or so he thinks, until she begins groping herself, making his cock twinge in need. Is she...? Can she really bring herself to completion on her own? He wouldn't put it past her...]
Fuck, Hiyori--!
[He doesn't want to tip over the edge, not until she does, like always. He wants her to be content and pleasured first and foremost. So he simply squeezes along the length of his cock, trying to hold back the dam threatening to burst.]
[ she can, she tells herself. she make herself come. just to show yato that - that something. maybe that she doesn't need him? but she sort of does. no, she wants him. in her life. right here, next to her. his breaths mingling with hers, his cock filling her up and not this cheap imitation. wish dot com yato cock.
she squeezes her breast harder, more in frustration and clenches her teeth. trying to fuck herself harder, chasing it. chasing her end. yato's muffled voice cursing just to her left. it may seem like she's close, almost there, but suddenly she stops. completely.
hand sliding off her chest and falling to her bed, her other hand loosening it's fierce grip untli shhe lets go of that, too. she lays there breathing hard, unsatisfied. confused but, actually understanding why she can't. won't.
and he's fogging up her window.
she stares at the window, as his shadowy figure. at his blue eyes, burning - trying - to burn holes through the glass to get to her. out there, simply watching her. not breaking in. unable to help himself, though.
pulling the fake one out of her she sits up on her bed and frowns at him through her hair obscuring some of her flushed face. does she let him in...? does she give him the satisfaction that she doesn't want to do it without him.
[Strange as it is, Yato wants Hiyori to be able to finish, and not just so he can tip over the edge himself. He wants her to know the pleasure of coming, the warmth that accompanies the rush of pleasure when they finally hit their peaks.
Yet it seems that it's not to be. For Hiyori gives up, frustration clear on her face as she ceases groping herself and letting the toy do its job. For a moment Yato thinks that maybe she'll choose another another, better plaything. One to help her finally reach her peak.
His own hand slows to a halt, his forehead pressed firmly against the glass as he lets out a sigh that fogs up the window and almost obscures his bright blue eyes. Except they seem to glow with an unnatural light, and they probably do, even though he's not using his powers.
Instead, he's just so close to coming that his abilities shine through anyway.
Sighing heavily, he presses the palm of his hand to the window, brows furrowed and teeth digging into his bottom lip. A breath escapes his mouth and his legs tremble as he struggles to hold himself up.
It's up to her whether or not she lets him in; he's not going to invite himself into her space, not after what he did earlier.
Slowly, he strokes himself, tongue running over his lips as he fixes his eyes upon hers. Pleading silently and then verbally as he breathes out her name.]
[ oh, she's good friends with that pleasure. with no small part because of yato. it's... not wrong, but it feels different to do it on her own. more selfish. more lustful instead of full of love. though yato is on her mind, he's also right outside her window and she's forcing him to watch.
... although a part of her thinks he's enjoying it.
she figures that's enough. he probably understood what he'd done wrong as soon as she blocked him and he was wailing her name. on slightly unsteady legs, she stands up and walks over to the window. with a click, the lock on her window unlatches and she carefully opens the window.
she doesn't want him to apologize. she doesn't want him to admit he was wrong, or stupid, although he is that. she just doesn't want things to change. she looks forward to every crazy text long after the sun goes down. she wants him to knock on her window, or simply invite himself in because he knows hiyori will probably let him in anyway. ]
You win. The challenge.
[ she whispers it, not noticing what he's doing quite yet. ]
[She's not wrong. Not wrong that he's taking pleasure in watching her work herself up to a frenzy or damn close to it. Because how could he ever be miffed at her being happy and content? Even if... even if she ever chose to find that release with someon else, he would still be glad for her.
Hurt, too, yes. But happy that she's happy.
Except she doesn't seem very pleased in this case... If anything, she seems frustrated and unfulfilled. It's enough to make him guilty for being so close, himself. But then, he's always been able to reach the finish line easier. Is it because he's a guy? Because he's a god? Because he's Yato, and will take any scrap of affection given?
Once she heads for the window, he gradually drops his hand from it, to allow her to open it. Though his other remains firmly on his cock, at least until she notices and calls him out on his bullshit. Immediately, his face goes bright red, coloring from ear to ear as he jerks himself out of reflex, making a lewd groan escape his lips.]
Eh?! H-Hiyori, I--! You were-- I mean, that is--!!
[Yes. Yes, he did. Not just from his face, but from his dick, too. A nice, creamy smudgemark at the exact height of his hips.
Before she can change her mind, he hurriedly steps into the room, scooping her up and hustling her over to the bed, where he tosses her down and immediately crawls on top of her. Once hover above her, he dips down to capture her lips, tongue pressing at them in order to get through to her own.]
A LITTLE RESTRAINT that icon is so funny holy shit
[ alright, well, time to find someone else to fuck. (yeah right as if she could) that's the difference between a god and human. how could she be happy about that...? if it was yato going off, finding his release elsewhere. have a little self-respect, yato. how could you be happy about being cheated on?
ANYWAY. PENIS AND HAND SMUDGES ON HER WINDOW. she's flabbergasted and considering shutting the window on him again, but he's already clambering to get inside and she stumbles back a step, forgetting she's in nothing but a pajama top and yato's pants are around his ankles.
the image is probably really funny with how he waddles over to the bed with naked from the waist down hiyori iki squirming in his arms. ]
You better clean i - iiih?!
[ after a couple of bounces on her bed, she scrambles to sit up but he's already on top of her. kissing her. plying her open with his warm, soft tongue.
ah. yeah. doing it yourself is nothing like this. as annoyed as she might be with yato, her lips part and she claws at his shoulders and mutters between kisses. ]
Pervert. Such a pervert. A creepy pervert.
HER FIRST MISTAKE WAS THINKING HE HAD -ANY- RESTRAINT and I love it haha
[No self-respect kinda sums him up though, doesn't it? Only charging five yen, taking the most mundane jobs, allowing everyone and everybody to beat him up... It's sad, really. Though he's gotten better, he's still pathetic and desperate for any scrap of affection and attention.
Honestly, they're a damn pair, with him shuffling his way to the bed and her naked from the waist down. Couple of dorks, that's what they are.
Thankfully he's faster than her and prevents her from shutting him out both literally and figuratively, instead gracing her with all the attention and love she'd been craving since first starting to pleasure herself. While pressing their tongues together, he uses hands to wiggle his way out of his pants and boxers, kicking them aside before starting on his jersey and top.]
I will--
[He breathes between kisses, insistently plying her with them over and over again. Licking at her tongue and mouth and lips, capturing her own repeatedly until they're both breathless.
He can't help chuckling a bit at her assessment of him. She's not wrong. He is a pervert. Though he balks at the final descriptor.]
It's not creepy to watch your girlfriend pleasure herself...! Especially when she knows you're there.
[A pointed look before he snatches her top and strips her of it so they're both naked. Then, he picks up the dildo beside her and wiggles it pointedly, looking over her with a devious glint in his eyes.]
Now what am I gonna do about you teasing me like that, huh....?
YATTOOOOo!!! it's his jacket slipping off his arms lkjdgkls
[ t-to be fair! he does some stupid shit. maybe he doesn't ASK to be beat up but he is the butt monkey. nothing else gets through his head.
he has gotten better. yato has shown growth since she's met him in all the right places. he shuts her up with a quick reassurance he'll clean her window, followed by gracing her with his taste and his breath and his voice. the things she was missing. she gasps, huffs, each time he breaks away.
and there are times hiyori sucks at his bottom lip to try and keep him from pulling too far away. even his chuckle warms her from the inside out, laughing herself at how his jaw drops.
he IS CREEPY SOMETIMES. ]
I-I didn't tell - [ hiyori scrambles for some leverage, but he is right. in a way. she didn't tell him no. she didn't close her curtain. she angled herself in a way where he could see pretty much everything. so, for his pointed look, she blushes and glances away. caught. like SHE was the one in his place, watching him.
her hair is a mess, tangled along the bedding, when yato's eyes gleam down at her. without the buffer of the glass and how he was fogging it up with his breath and body heat, they're all the more piercing. ]
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and he didn't even realize it lmao
OOF, yeah, she would have those images, wouldn't she...]
err...
[Tentwin, the Sequel. Once again his need to tease goes Too Far and veers right into Uh-Oh territory.]
what wait
no, Hiyori!!
PLEASE DON'T--
[Message unable to be delivered. Oops.]
HIYORIIIIII!
[Guess who's desperately knocking at the window a second later?]
HIYORIIIIII!!!
HOW lmalkjdg
now he wants the cunt? hah.
hiyori sits at her desk, peacefully brushing her hair, willfully pretending she can't hear yato's dramatic wailing. since he's here, she has an idea. calling him in his bluff.
the brush gets set down and she gets up. watch her move over to her closet, pull open the door and
that's right. pull out. The Box. ]
HE THOUGHT IT WAS ALL FUN AND GAMES
At least he doesn't beat down the window or simply teleport in? Because he could do either.
But he's not like that. He's a good boy, respectful of her space and decisions even if he goes too far in that department, too.]
Hiyoriiiii....
UR THE ONE THAT CORRUPTED HER YATO
he may change his mind after hiyori drags the box over to the center of her room, plops down, and starts going through it right in front of him. while he watches her through the window. voyeur.
while he whines her name, hiyori plucks out a dildo and runs her finger around the tip thoughtfully. ]
Mm. No. Not that one.
[ what is she doing ]
WRONG KIND OF CORRUPTION
At least getting to see Hiyori doing something has him quietly curious all of a sudden. He goes silent, face plastered to the window as he watches her going through the box of toys, gradually sliding down the glass with a slight squeaking noise until he's kneeling rather than standing.]
...? Hiyori?
[He half expects to get a dildo to the face, except that the window is closed.]
WHATS THE RIGHT KIND
no dildo to the face, though she is tempted. setting one aside, she goes for another. that thoughtful look never leaves her face until she seems to finally come across the one she's looking for.
blue. the right size. she can't but throw a quick glance at the window before she stands up, pushing the box back into the closet and heading over to her bed.
the next thing she does
is step out of her pajama shorts. then, she pushes her underwear off her hips. both articles are in a pile at her feet before she gets onto her bed and scoots up to the headboard, leaning on pillows,
drawing the toy up to her mouth. ]
THE KIND WHERE SHE ASKS TO BE TIED UP OR TO FUCK HIM UP THE ASS!
He's grateful for not getting beaned with a dick, though he also half expected her to open the window and shove the box of toys into his arms and tell him to fuck off.
This, though? A much better alternative.
He knows each one of the various toys in their box of playthings, and the one she's chosen is most similar in size and shape to him, he thinks.
Though all that's going through his head is that Hiyori is... doing something lewd. Without him. On her own. It's both painful and enticing enough that he can't bring himself to either look away or teleport inside to be closer to her.
As she brings the toy to her mouth, he can't help licking his own lips, heart beginning to race as he feels himself pulse in his loins.]
LLKAMLKSJGLKJDG
whether she means to or not, her legs fall open and her free hand trails down her stomach. fingers splayed, not quite touching herself but close. rubbing at her thighs and hips and lower stomach idly. she's working herself up with an audience, his face pressed to the glass.
she keeps sucking, some drool dripping off of it and onto her chest, for a bit longer. until it's gleaming and wet and pops out of her mouth a sound. ]
HEHE
The view is one he knows so well, yet this time he's unable to reach her to help out, leaving him whimpering quietly at the desire to touch and feel her soft skin beneath his fingers, to smell her arousal as she gets worked up...
That pop, though-- It's enough to send a shiver throughout his body, while he settles down on his knees to watch her keenly through the glass, fingers of both hands splayed against its surface. Slightly curled so that his nails dig into the clear material.]
I CHOKEd
no. no, he made his bed. he has to lay in it.
not even his whimpering like a sad puppy will change her mind. she's stubborn, remember? breathing a bit harder, she keeps trailing the wet tip down her body until it brushes right between her things. right at the sensitive bundle of nerves, where a soft noise escapes her and her head falls back a little so she stares at the ceiling. ]
Hhn.
[ chest heaving a little more, she starts rubbing it through her folds. always, eventually, coming back to her clit to nudge and prod until her toes curl and her vision blurs and her thighs twitch. she seems to be taking her sweet ass time. it's for herself.
but it's also to mess with the peeper at her window. ]
IT SHOULD'VE BEEN EXPECTED HONESTLY
It would be much better if it was him she had her hands and lips on.
Stubborn, indeed. He's not even trying to make noise deliberately to sway her, instead it being a product of of his own keenness for her. The urge to touch himself only grows as she brings the tip of the toy to her clit, making him fidget restlessly in place, biting at his lip.]
Ngh... Hiyori...
[If her goal is to screw with Yato, she's doing a damn good job of it. He's near enough that he can hear her thanks to his godly senses, or maybe he can just imagine the sounds she would make. They'd be even better were it him, he's sure... Wiggling his toes in his boots, he grunts as he finally gives in and brushes a hand over his throbbing length, lightly stirring up his neediness by indulging, himself.
It's just a pity that he can't return the favor and touch her properly. Though this is the punishment he deserves.]
NOBODY COULD EXPECT THAT
in the room. in her. to touch. to be the one to bring her pleasure.
for a while longer, she simply uses the tip to swirl around her clit. to tease through her folds, to press against but never in. until her breath is hard and she's squeezing the toy tight in her grip from restraint. she doesn't know who she's pleading with when she breathes a, ]
Please.
[ into the air. as if it's yato himself above her, like that's who she's imagining even if he's right outside her window, pawing at the glass. using her fingers, she spreads herself open and guides the toy down. instead of just pressing against, she starts easing it in slowly. an inch. two inches.
three, four. five. six.
seven. ]
Mhn. [ it's not warm enough, not like him. she should've spent more time - but it's fine. it'll get warm inside her. forgetting a particular someone is at her window, she lets her head fall to the side, so she's facing it. so he can see her heavily lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and her parted lips when she finally starts to move it inside her. slow and easy. innnnn and ouuuut. ]
FAIR ENOUGH LOL
Both of which he's been bad about heeding in the past and thus has sworn to uphold better standards for nowadays.
When it comes down to it, Yato knows. Knows who she's begging for, yearning and lusting after despite his absence. It makes him bite down hard on his bottom lip, the longing to touch her growing into an almost unbearable ache. He presses a hand hard against the glass, leaving prints behind when eventually he gives in to the call of nature and hoists his pants down around his thighs to expose himself in the cool air.]
Ugh... Hiyori...
[He watches as she sinks the toy into herself, finally grasping his own length as though to match what he's seeing. As if that might somehow ease his need to be the one inside her. Though there's no comparison; his hand doesn't have the same warm wetness as her body does, the same tight slickness that squeezes him so consistently...
But at least it being his hand means that he can adjust the pressure, squeezing tighter as he watches her head loll to one side, catching sight of her half-lidded eyes and parted lips. So kissable and soft... He lets his head rest against the window with a light thunk, breath coming harder as he begins stroking himself in time with her motions, trying to pretend it's him inside her instead of a toy.]
IT WAS THE SUBJECT LINE COUPLED WITH BLUSHY YATO
he's a blur in the window, but she can make out those eyes never leaving her. never once straying as she lets the slow in and out motion gain a bit more momentum, going a little faster, a little steadier. more, so that she breathes harder. her brow starts to furrow when she realizes
it's not enough. there's no pressure of his hips on hers. no voice, groaning or telling her he loves her or calling her good girl. or anything else that slips past his filthy mouth that takes her blood to boiling. instead of saying his name, she mouths it. every time she fucks the toy into herself, his name shapes her mouth, until
on a breath. ]
Yato...
HEHE I WIN THEN~
He's terrible, he knows. Knows that he deserves every second of this agony of being unable and not allowed to touch his precious Hiyori while she pleasures herself closer and closer to coming. He, too, grows steadily nearer to going over the edge as he strokes himself, adding a bit of spit to his hand to facilitate his masturbating. Crude, but effective.
It's the call of his name that finally has him pressing his cock up against the window, the coolness of it sending shivers down his spine. Yet it's as close as he can get to her without invading her personal space without permission, and that he's not willing to do just yet. Not willing to risk her ire or interrupt her passionate masturbating.]
H..Hiyori... Ngh--
[Precum leaks from the tip of his cock, granting him more lubrication, which he eagerly takes in hand and lathers himself up with, fisting his hand into a tight ball in order to pretend it's her instead. His cheek ends up pressed against the glass, though his eyes never leave her, not for a second, as she pushes the toy in and out.]
U DO
nor can she put the right amount of power into the thrust like yato can. even if they're slow, they're deep. and his pulse throbs inside her. and he always kisses her, all over. masturbating by herself just isn't enough. it can bring her to the edge but she tears up, knowing it won't be as good. as explosive.
but she has to. then, she'll go to sleep. right? she won't invite yato inside after messing with her so much. trying to be all high and mighty to her. this is their normal. normal is yato sneaking into her room at the very late hours. sometimes they fool around, sometimes it's just both of them wrapped around each other. little spoon, big spoon.
yato likes being little spoon.
she moves the toy harder. faster. head arching back to expose her throat and her heavy breaths shifting into panting. she bites her lip, brow furrowing, searching for the end. a girl who wants to do everything on her own, suddenly unable to bring herself pleasure is frustrating.
her free hand reaches up and gropes her own breast. using her thumb and index finger to pinch herself lightly, urging a whine out of her. ]
W - wanna...come... wanna -
[ so close. she's so close, why can't she - ]
YAAAAY~
Because while Hiyori struggles with the lack of physical contact, Yato has a glorious view of his beloved pleasuring herself, making the experience that more visceral. He can imagine that it's her touching him, that his spit and cum are her fluids, that the squeeze of his hand is her walls.
Yet still he craves her touch. He always does. That's why he loves being cradled by her, with his back against her chest and her arms wrapped snuggly around his chest, fingers idly tracing random patterns over his bare, sweat-soaked skin. The press of her breasts against his shoulder blades, the tangle of their legs...
He craves that right now, to be in her arms, thrusting into her while she squeezes him into coming. Hiyori, too, it seems craves that, because he notices that while she seems in the throes of passion, there's something missing from it, something that he notices when they're together.
Or so he thinks, until she begins groping herself, making his cock twinge in need. Is she...? Can she really bring herself to completion on her own? He wouldn't put it past her...]
Fuck, Hiyori--!
[He doesn't want to tip over the edge, not until she does, like always. He wants her to be content and pleasured first and foremost. So he simply squeezes along the length of his cock, trying to hold back the dam threatening to burst.]
WHAT DO U WANT AS UR PRIZE
she squeezes her breast harder, more in frustration and clenches her teeth. trying to fuck herself harder, chasing it. chasing her end. yato's muffled voice cursing just to her left. it may seem like she's close, almost there, but suddenly she stops. completely.
hand sliding off her chest and falling to her bed, her other hand loosening it's fierce grip untli shhe lets go of that, too. she lays there breathing hard, unsatisfied. confused but, actually understanding why she can't. won't.
and he's fogging up her window.
she stares at the window, as his shadowy figure. at his blue eyes, burning - trying - to burn holes through the glass to get to her. out there, simply watching her. not breaking in. unable to help himself, though.
pulling the fake one out of her she sits up on her bed and frowns at him through her hair obscuring some of her flushed face. does she let him in...? does she give him the satisfaction that she doesn't want to do it without him.
not that she can't. ]
... Yato.
CUTE YATORI, OF COURSE
Yet it seems that it's not to be. For Hiyori gives up, frustration clear on her face as she ceases groping herself and letting the toy do its job. For a moment Yato thinks that maybe she'll choose another another, better plaything. One to help her finally reach her peak.
His own hand slows to a halt, his forehead pressed firmly against the glass as he lets out a sigh that fogs up the window and almost obscures his bright blue eyes. Except they seem to glow with an unnatural light, and they probably do, even though he's not using his powers.
Instead, he's just so close to coming that his abilities shine through anyway.
Sighing heavily, he presses the palm of his hand to the window, brows furrowed and teeth digging into his bottom lip. A breath escapes his mouth and his legs tremble as he struggles to hold himself up.
It's up to her whether or not she lets him in; he's not going to invite himself into her space, not after what he did earlier.
Slowly, he strokes himself, tongue running over his lips as he fixes his eyes upon hers. Pleading silently and then verbally as he breathes out her name.]
.....Hiyori....
GOOD CHOICE 1/2
... although a part of her thinks he's enjoying it.
she figures that's enough. he probably understood what he'd done wrong as soon as she blocked him and he was wailing her name. on slightly unsteady legs, she stands up and walks over to the window. with a click, the lock on her window unlatches and she carefully opens the window.
she doesn't want him to apologize. she doesn't want him to admit he was wrong, or stupid, although he is that. she just doesn't want things to change. she looks forward to every crazy text long after the sun goes down. she wants him to knock on her window, or simply invite himself in because he knows hiyori will probably let him in anyway. ]
You win. The challenge.
[ she whispers it, not noticing what he's doing quite yet. ]
I don't want to be nor -
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Are you... masturbating against my window...? You LEFT A SMUDGEMARK?! YATO.
I'M CRYING LIKE WHAT DID HIYORI EXPECT LMAO
Hurt, too, yes. But happy that she's happy.
Except she doesn't seem very pleased in this case... If anything, she seems frustrated and unfulfilled. It's enough to make him guilty for being so close, himself. But then, he's always been able to reach the finish line easier. Is it because he's a guy? Because he's a god? Because he's Yato, and will take any scrap of affection given?
Once she heads for the window, he gradually drops his hand from it, to allow her to open it. Though his other remains firmly on his cock, at least until she notices and calls him out on his bullshit. Immediately, his face goes bright red, coloring from ear to ear as he jerks himself out of reflex, making a lewd groan escape his lips.]
Eh?! H-Hiyori, I--! You were-- I mean, that is--!!
[Yes. Yes, he did. Not just from his face, but from his dick, too. A nice, creamy smudgemark at the exact height of his hips.
Before she can change her mind, he hurriedly steps into the room, scooping her up and hustling her over to the bed, where he tosses her down and immediately crawls on top of her. Once hover above her, he dips down to capture her lips, tongue pressing at them in order to get through to her own.]
A LITTLE RESTRAINT that icon is so funny holy shit
ANYWAY. PENIS AND HAND SMUDGES ON HER WINDOW. she's flabbergasted and considering shutting the window on him again, but he's already clambering to get inside and she stumbles back a step, forgetting she's in nothing but a pajama top and yato's pants are around his ankles.
the image is probably really funny with how he waddles over to the bed with naked from the waist down hiyori iki squirming in his arms. ]
You better clean i - iiih?!
[ after a couple of bounces on her bed, she scrambles to sit up but he's already on top of her. kissing her. plying her open with his warm, soft tongue.
ah. yeah. doing it yourself is nothing like this. as annoyed as she might be with yato, her lips part and she claws at his shoulders and mutters between kisses. ]
Pervert. Such a pervert. A creepy pervert.
HER FIRST MISTAKE WAS THINKING HE HAD -ANY- RESTRAINT and I love it haha
Honestly, they're a damn pair, with him shuffling his way to the bed and her naked from the waist down. Couple of dorks, that's what they are.
Thankfully he's faster than her and prevents her from shutting him out both literally and figuratively, instead gracing her with all the attention and love she'd been craving since first starting to pleasure herself. While pressing their tongues together, he uses hands to wiggle his way out of his pants and boxers, kicking them aside before starting on his jersey and top.]
I will--
[He breathes between kisses, insistently plying her with them over and over again. Licking at her tongue and mouth and lips, capturing her own repeatedly until they're both breathless.
He can't help chuckling a bit at her assessment of him. She's not wrong. He is a pervert. Though he balks at the final descriptor.]
It's not creepy to watch your girlfriend pleasure herself...! Especially when she knows you're there.
[A pointed look before he snatches her top and strips her of it so they're both naked. Then, he picks up the dildo beside her and wiggles it pointedly, looking over her with a devious glint in his eyes.]
Now what am I gonna do about you teasing me like that, huh....?
YATTOOOOo!!! it's his jacket slipping off his arms lkjdgkls
he has gotten better. yato has shown growth since she's met him in all the right places. he shuts her up with a quick reassurance he'll clean her window, followed by gracing her with his taste and his breath and his voice. the things she was missing. she gasps, huffs, each time he breaks away.
and there are times hiyori sucks at his bottom lip to try and keep him from pulling too far away. even his chuckle warms her from the inside out, laughing herself at how his jaw drops.
he IS CREEPY SOMETIMES. ]
I-I didn't tell - [ hiyori scrambles for some leverage, but he is right. in a way. she didn't tell him no. she didn't close her curtain. she angled herself in a way where he could see pretty much everything. so, for his pointed look, she blushes and glances away. caught. like SHE was the one in his place, watching him.
her hair is a mess, tangled along the bedding, when yato's eyes gleam down at her. without the buffer of the glass and how he was fogging it up with his breath and body heat, they're all the more piercing. ]
You started it. "Once a week"...
he looks so sexy in states of undress hehe
lewd shoulder!!!
she should bite it!!!
maybe she will!!
get 'em, hiyori!!!
he got her first......... LKDJGLKDJG
that he did LOLOLOL
dies by the dick
KO'D BY COCK
PERISHES BY PENIS
WON OVER BY WEENIE
CHADDED BY CHODE
ASDLFKJSD YOU WIN
HEH HEEEEEEEEEH
WHEEZES
FLIPS HAIR
FLIPS U
ALKLKDGJLKJLKDG WAILS LIKE YATO
OH NOOOO PETS
SNIFFLES GROSSLY
DABS UR NOSE
;m;
;3;
uwu
>w<
OvO
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