[ 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. ]
[Boy does he ever! The stupidest shit, honestly. Grade A idiot material, here, folks. It does take a pummeling or pretzeling to register sometimes.
And he knows better some of the time instead of practically never, so yay improvement? He also knows Hiyori well enough to know how to best silence her complaints after she was craving his companionship. Kisses, gentle touches...
And then there's indignation at being called A CREEP. He's not like those other guys, okay?! ...... Is he? When they part for air, he can't help worrying his bottom lip out of concern that maybe he is as bad as the men he wants to keep away from her. Being the thing he hates is one of his biggest fears, after all, be it his father or sketchy guys.]
Right? [Though he sounds a lot more unsure than he did moments ago, the worry clear in his brilliant blue eyes. He doesn't mean to put her on the spot, but he would hate if he once again misunderstood the situation and ended up doing something to upset her. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be the case.
It helps him to regain a bit of confidence, that mischievous spark flaring up again. He still has An Idea that he wants to try, if she won't smack him for it.]
As I remember it, you wanted a more "normal" boyfriend... [Does he actually remember how all this started? Hell no. But he's not going to admit that. Instead, he simply picks up the dildo, fingering it for a moment before giving it a long, slow lick to savor the taste of her, eyes fixed on her face.]
he isn't like the other guys!! he doesn't have to worry about that. nobody is like yato. there may be a guy that looks like yato out there, but it's not him. it's when he worries at his bottom lip that hiyori leans up and sucks it into her mouth - until it snaps back in place, until the worry bleeds out of him.
though his wicked intentions still make her apprehensive because she has no idea what could be brewing in that unpredictable head of his. ]
Eh? [ did she say that? no, she said he didn't know the meaning of normal. or something. she doesn't want a normal boyfriend. she wants yato.
and he is not normal at all. ]
No, that's not- [ mid-sentence, she stops. staring at him lifting up the blue toy, at his shape and his thickness, and runs his tongue along the slick she left there.
her breath catches in her chest and her body warms uncomfortably, making it so she tries not to squirm. instead, she clenches her fingers into her comforter. the intensity of his gaze is too much and she glances to the side, cheeks aflame. ]
Thank goodness for that. He doesn't want to be like other guys, since none of them have ever appealed to her before. He wants to be whatever it is that she sees and treasures so damn dearly. He may not get what it is about him that she loves, but... he doesn't ever hope to be anybody but himself. The best version he can be. One who moans wantonly as she sucks at his lip and coaxes his fears away.
Which may spell more trouble for her, given that it's when he's confident that things tend to go sideways.]
Whatever. Doesn't matter now. [They've had their little spat and gotten over it, so it's all good, right? Now it's all about teasing her out of fun, not revenge. He could never do anything like that against her. He loves her too much. Play, yes, be vindictive, no.
Maybe that's part of what makes him so abnormal. That and licking her toys after she's used them. There is that.]
Hehe... [This time around he knows exactly what he's doing, clearly. And it's all deliberately done with the intention of stirring up her arousal again. Mission accomplished, it seems~
Once he's cleaned the thing of all her juices, he positions it at her entrance, eyes still on her as he toys with her a bit by rubbing it along her folds, sometimes dipping in between to tease her with the possibility of probing further... At least until he finally slides it home, inserting the tip as he pulls her lips apart with his other hand, exposing her for him to see.]
You know... it was rather hot, watching you pleasure yourself... Got me all hard and worked up...
he's a lovable oaf. she saw bits of herself in him, sometimes - wanting a purpose. he keeps things so fun and weird. he's so devoted to people, despite acting like he doesn't care sometimes. but he's shown he's devoted to her and keeps being devoted despite his fuck-ups. he doesn't think twice about putting himself in danger just for her sake.
overprotective dummy. he's more than a god - even the god of happiness he aims to be - he's yato.
for the record, IT MATTERS A LITTLE. she doesn't want him to think he has to be "normal". although, once again, she doesn't think yato could be normal. he probably doesn't want to be normal, either. he's a god. there's nothing normal about that.
besides, she's beginning to wonder what's normal anyway. ]
Wai - ah... [ he doesn't wait. he copies exactly what she did when she was working herself up. teasing her folds and clit with the tip until her breath is uneven and fast. he's not quite as patient as her, for whatever reason, and a moan breaks out of her as it slides back in.
her thighs shake as he opens her up and she's tempted to reach down and cover herself. how she drips and how she's swollen from arousal, all over. ]
Y-You said... one day, you w-wanted watch, di - ah - didn't you?
[Or at least a different kind of fiasco with them.
Not an inaccurate description, honestly... Especially the part about wanting purpose. Perhaps it's because they've always seen bits and pieces of themselves in one another, while also holding parts that they're missing. Hiyori has the confidence and bravery that he feels he lacks, while he has the determination and focus on goals that she's been struggling to find.
They truly are soulmates, in the best way possible. Their fates are tied together for all eternity, he hopes, for he doesn't want to imagine a life without her. That's why he treasures every moment, good or bad, that they share.
Part of him does long to be just an average human who can grow old by Hiyori's side, but on the other hand, he feels he can do more for her and her eventual family by being their patron deity and watching over them. Weird uncle Yatogami.
Normal is a social construct, and one they're about to fuck over yet again.]
Heh... No, I think you've waited long enough... Me, too, if we get right down to it. [At least he's going easy on her, slowly sliding the toy in inch by inch, until it almost disappears inside her. That along with her moans is more than enough to get him eagerly licking his lips, craving both her and her body all over again.]
I did... But you didn't finish. Naughty girl... Bad girls need to be punished...
[What that punishment is... is lewd as hell.
For once he's got the dildo securely inside her, he hooks his finger along her folds and pulls at it until her entrance stretches, providing him with enough room to place the tip of his cock inside her.
Apparently he's going for double penetration; something they've never tried before. A-At least he's not leaving her wanting with just a toy...?]
Ngh... Fuck, Hiyori-- Even after your fucking around, you're still tight as hell...
[ the better half of one another while still holding the same values. yato and hiyori are loyal. to the point that, even when he DID take kazuma as a shinki, yato saw it as cheating on yukine and felt so much guilt. but he did it to protect him
and hiyori. self-sacrificing idiot. she doesn't want to imagine life without him. she didn't want to imagine a WEEK without him. ]
Nhg -!
[ there are no words. only sounds as he pushes it in more and more. it's not like she's not used to it, but yato is the one doing it now. and he tends to take the breath from her lungs with so much as a look. ]
Hueh? [ naughty? she's naughty? punished?? what does he mean? huh? huh???? is this his god complex (he is a god) coming back?! if she didn't want to finish just yet that's her choi -
she finds out, quickly enough, doesn't she? her back arches sharply and stars burst in front of her eyes as he stretches her. ] Hygh?! [ first with his finger, then with his cock.
so full. she's so full. too much...!
a- ah, but it's sort of like two of yato. more than she can handle, surely, but she doesn't want to give up so early. her chin nearly touches her chest and she looks down her body. at two - two inside her - and tears build up in her eyes because
[Combining to form, if not a perfect whole, then at least a very decent one. Loyalty is only part of what makes them so damn determined to protect each other and Yukine. Love is the other part: they're all so full of it for one another that they can't bear being without each other, much to poor Yukine's detriment.
Yato is self-sacrificing, as well, willing to give up everything he is to keep them safe. Just.... not willing to give them up. Especially not Hiyori. He needs her like he needs air anymore.]
Heh... Such a filthy thing, too... Playing with yourself.
[Um, hello, Captain Hypocrite?? But that's beside the point right now; the issue is her being so very rude and making him watch while he was stuck outside her window. Even if he did want to try being a voyeur at some point. He would've at least liked to have helped by touching!
But yes, it certainly is his god complex rearing it's big head. He rears his big head, too, enough to slide it into her without much preamble. Just enough to warn her that she's in for a hell of a ride this time around...
The way she cranes her head back is so beautiful, so glorious... He can't help leaning in to nip and suck at her throat, humming first with smugness, then groaning from the pleasure as he somehow manages to fit himself in alongside her toy.
He has to back off then, allowing her to dip her head and providing him with the opportunity to kiss her forehead, a smile playing at his breathless lips while his eyes flutter from the overwhelming sensations. Being rubbed by something firm instead of her soft walls is a wholly new experiences, and one he barely can take.]
S-Shit, Hiyori...
[He has to stop midway to catch his breath, arms shaking from the effort of keep himself up off her. And in following her gaze, he notices the way his cock bulges through her. Curious, he rubs over the shape of himself through her abdomen, shuddering at the strange feeling.]
[ the only human he let himself emotionally attach himself to because she did it first. made promises not to forget him. told him she wanted to be with him longer - just like he felt towards sakura back then. so he understood more than she could realize. ]
H - hypocrite!
[ yes, she will call him out. through her moans and gasping breaths. she'll make him watch again and farther away from her poor windows. s - some other time. not right now. right now, she's trying not to break down into overwhelmed sobs. made worse - better? - by him latching to her snesitive throat. his hums buzzing, having her tremble all over. he works himself inside more
and more.
she does sob, those overwhelmed tears trailing down her cheeks. his touch on her lower abdoment just makes it so much more intense. she's being overloaded and he's barely even moved. her thighs are shaking, breath caught in her throat, moans stuck behind her lips because how do you even make sound when you’re this full? this undone? ]
[Moments he treasures now and forever as the foundation to the relationship they're now able to have, one where he's permitted to torment her so beautifully and cause her the most sensual anguish ever.]
Nugh...
[He'll probably regret his transgressions at a later date, but right now? He's loving every damn glorious second of this. Of making her strain so hard she's on the verge of sobbing. Part of him feels bad, pushing her so hard and so far, and yet... he knows she can take it.
That together, they can overcome anything and love every moment of it, no matter how much it causes them to fall apart. Even he's having a difficult time keeping it together for once, finding that he needs to breath longer and harder, that he's stuck supporting himself on his elbows because his limbs are too wobbly to hold himself upright.
He can't even begin to imagine what state she's going to be in by the time they finish, especially once he manages to start moving, which he tries to do right now - pushing the rest of his cock in, inch by inch, pulsing beneath his hand on her belly. Rubbing slow, sensual circles to stimulate them both, drawing out copious amounts of precum as he begins inching towards the edge again.]
[ sensual anguish is apt with her sobs. yato wouldn't do this if he didn't think she could take it. he'd never hurt her. that's all the more reason she doesn't push him off or tell him to stop. that and -
and she's never felt so full. once, she came close. when yato put on that sleeve and worked himself inside her, bit by bit. eventually, he had to take it off because it was too much for her. when it looked like she was going to pass out.
the only sound, for a long while, is their breaths. both loud, both hard, both fast. despite how slow yato moves, taking it easy on them both, it's so
much.
he's deeper, too. somehow, he reaches place he's never before. rubs up hard against every wall because there's not much space. he's everywhere. both him and his copy cat toy. inside, around - the pressure so much. yato always tells her to lose herself, to let go, but she hasn't truly felt like she's let go
until this moment. her body shaking, clenching, fluttering all around him like she doesn't want to be without him. like he can't leave. like she wants more. she doesn't even want to breathe, just more of this.
every part of her is pulsing with sensation, tension rippling through her like she’s going to shatter apart beneath him already. her fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him to anchor her. ]
Don’t stop. [ she gasps against his jaw, voice hoarse and trembling. ] Please — don’t stop — please...
[ even if she's crying, sobbing, hiccuping through this unbearable sensation. ]
[Never in all the seven hells would he do anything if he thought it would truly hurt her. If there was the slightest chance of things turning into genuine pain or discomfort. The whole point of sex is to enjoy themselves, after all, and he can't do that if she's miserable.
If it feels tight to him, he can only imagine what it's like for her. ...well, he could find out, by borrowing her body. And maybe one day she'll let him. He wants to know how she feels through their lovemaking so that he can do even better, make her feel even more wonderful sensations.
For now, though, there's plenty for them both to relish with the dildo pressing up against them both. He can't help wondering if this is somewhat what it's like for her, to be tantalized along his entire nerve endings...
Yeah, he's definitely gotta ask to borrow her body next time. Maybe see if she'd be willing to fuck him with a strap-on or something.
But when it comes to the matter at hand, he can't help flushing deeper at her pleas, eating them up like a starved ayakashi. He gets his arms around her so he can hug her tight, hips gradually moving to shove his cock further in until he's buried to the hilt and they both utterly breathless, moaning messes.]
I-I couldn't even if you wanted me to... [Lies. He'd find it in himself to pull away. He just wouldn't want to, not until they both come from this overwhelming pressure building between them.] Y..You okay...?
[He has to ask, to make sure just in case. He doesn't want her feeling like she has to endure this if it's more than she can handle. Something he hopes to convey by kissing her cheeks and nose and forehead and eyelids when they flick shut to squeeze out more tears.]
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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 -
no subject
[ ...... ]
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
And he knows better some of the time instead of practically never, so yay improvement? He also knows Hiyori well enough to know how to best silence her complaints after she was craving his companionship. Kisses, gentle touches...
And then there's indignation at being called A CREEP. He's not like those other guys, okay?! ...... Is he? When they part for air, he can't help worrying his bottom lip out of concern that maybe he is as bad as the men he wants to keep away from her. Being the thing he hates is one of his biggest fears, after all, be it his father or sketchy guys.]
Right? [Though he sounds a lot more unsure than he did moments ago, the worry clear in his brilliant blue eyes. He doesn't mean to put her on the spot, but he would hate if he once again misunderstood the situation and ended up doing something to upset her. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be the case.
It helps him to regain a bit of confidence, that mischievous spark flaring up again. He still has An Idea that he wants to try, if she won't smack him for it.]
As I remember it, you wanted a more "normal" boyfriend... [Does he actually remember how all this started? Hell no. But he's not going to admit that. Instead, he simply picks up the dildo, fingering it for a moment before giving it a long, slow lick to savor the taste of her, eyes fixed on her face.]
lewd shoulder!!!
he isn't like the other guys!! he doesn't have to worry about that. nobody is like yato. there may be a guy that looks like yato out there, but it's not him. it's when he worries at his bottom lip that hiyori leans up and sucks it into her mouth - until it snaps back in place, until the worry bleeds out of him.
though his wicked intentions still make her apprehensive because she has no idea what could be brewing in that unpredictable head of his. ]
Eh? [ did she say that? no, she said he didn't know the meaning of normal. or something. she doesn't want a normal boyfriend. she wants yato.
and he is not normal at all. ]
No, that's not- [ mid-sentence, she stops. staring at him lifting up the blue toy, at his shape and his thickness, and runs his tongue along the slick she left there.
her breath catches in her chest and her body warms uncomfortably, making it so she tries not to squirm. instead, she clenches her fingers into her comforter. the intensity of his gaze is too much and she glances to the side, cheeks aflame. ]
she should bite it!!!
Thank goodness for that. He doesn't want to be like other guys, since none of them have ever appealed to her before. He wants to be whatever it is that she sees and treasures so damn dearly. He may not get what it is about him that she loves, but... he doesn't ever hope to be anybody but himself. The best version he can be. One who moans wantonly as she sucks at his lip and coaxes his fears away.
Which may spell more trouble for her, given that it's when he's confident that things tend to go sideways.]
Whatever. Doesn't matter now. [They've had their little spat and gotten over it, so it's all good, right? Now it's all about teasing her out of fun, not revenge. He could never do anything like that against her. He loves her too much. Play, yes, be vindictive, no.
Maybe that's part of what makes him so abnormal. That and licking her toys after she's used them. There is that.]
Hehe... [This time around he knows exactly what he's doing, clearly. And it's all deliberately done with the intention of stirring up her arousal again. Mission accomplished, it seems~
Once he's cleaned the thing of all her juices, he positions it at her entrance, eyes still on her as he toys with her a bit by rubbing it along her folds, sometimes dipping in between to tease her with the possibility of probing further... At least until he finally slides it home, inserting the tip as he pulls her lips apart with his other hand, exposing her for him to see.]
You know... it was rather hot, watching you pleasure yourself... Got me all hard and worked up...
maybe she will!!
he's a lovable oaf. she saw bits of herself in him, sometimes - wanting a purpose. he keeps things so fun and weird. he's so devoted to people, despite acting like he doesn't care sometimes. but he's shown he's devoted to her and keeps being devoted despite his fuck-ups. he doesn't think twice about putting himself in danger just for her sake.
overprotective dummy. he's more than a god - even the god of happiness he aims to be - he's yato.
for the record, IT MATTERS A LITTLE. she doesn't want him to think he has to be "normal". although, once again, she doesn't think yato could be normal. he probably doesn't want to be normal, either. he's a god. there's nothing normal about that.
besides, she's beginning to wonder what's normal anyway. ]
Wai - ah... [ he doesn't wait. he copies exactly what she did when she was working herself up. teasing her folds and clit with the tip until her breath is uneven and fast. he's not quite as patient as her, for whatever reason, and a moan breaks out of her as it slides back in.
her thighs shake as he opens her up and she's tempted to reach down and cover herself. how she drips and how she's swollen from arousal, all over. ]
Y-You said... one day, you w-wanted watch, di - ah - didn't you?
get 'em, hiyori!!!
Not an inaccurate description, honestly... Especially the part about wanting purpose. Perhaps it's because they've always seen bits and pieces of themselves in one another, while also holding parts that they're missing. Hiyori has the confidence and bravery that he feels he lacks, while he has the determination and focus on goals that she's been struggling to find.
They truly are soulmates, in the best way possible. Their fates are tied together for all eternity, he hopes, for he doesn't want to imagine a life without her. That's why he treasures every moment, good or bad, that they share.
Part of him does long to be just an average human who can grow old by Hiyori's side, but on the other hand, he feels he can do more for her and her eventual family by being their patron deity and watching over them. Weird uncle Yatogami.
Normal is a social construct, and one they're about to fuck over yet again.]
Heh... No, I think you've waited long enough... Me, too, if we get right down to it. [At least he's going easy on her, slowly sliding the toy in inch by inch, until it almost disappears inside her. That along with her moans is more than enough to get him eagerly licking his lips, craving both her and her body all over again.]
I did... But you didn't finish. Naughty girl... Bad girls need to be punished...
[What that punishment is... is lewd as hell.
For once he's got the dildo securely inside her, he hooks his finger along her folds and pulls at it until her entrance stretches, providing him with enough room to place the tip of his cock inside her.
Apparently he's going for double penetration; something they've never tried before. A-At least he's not leaving her wanting with just a toy...?]
Ngh... Fuck, Hiyori-- Even after your fucking around, you're still tight as hell...
he got her first......... LKDJGLKDJG
and hiyori. self-sacrificing idiot. she doesn't want to imagine life without him. she didn't want to imagine a WEEK without him. ]
Nhg -!
[ there are no words. only sounds as he pushes it in more and more. it's not like she's not used to it, but yato is the one doing it now. and he tends to take the breath from her lungs with so much as a look. ]
Hueh? [ naughty? she's naughty? punished?? what does he mean? huh? huh???? is this his god complex (he is a god) coming back?! if she didn't want to finish just yet that's her choi -
she finds out, quickly enough, doesn't she? her back arches sharply and stars burst in front of her eyes as he stretches her. ] Hygh?! [ first with his finger, then with his cock.
so full. she's so full. too much...!
a- ah, but it's sort of like two of yato. more than she can handle, surely, but she doesn't want to give up so early. her chin nearly touches her chest and she looks down her body. at two - two inside her - and tears build up in her eyes because
it's so much. ]
Oh... God...!
that he did LOLOLOL
Yato is self-sacrificing, as well, willing to give up everything he is to keep them safe. Just.... not willing to give them up. Especially not Hiyori. He needs her like he needs air anymore.]
Heh... Such a filthy thing, too... Playing with yourself.
[Um, hello, Captain Hypocrite?? But that's beside the point right now; the issue is her being so very rude and making him watch while he was stuck outside her window. Even if he did want to try being a voyeur at some point. He would've at least liked to have helped by touching!
But yes, it certainly is his god complex rearing it's big head. He rears his big head, too, enough to slide it into her without much preamble. Just enough to warn her that she's in for a hell of a ride this time around...
The way she cranes her head back is so beautiful, so glorious... He can't help leaning in to nip and suck at her throat, humming first with smugness, then groaning from the pleasure as he somehow manages to fit himself in alongside her toy.
He has to back off then, allowing her to dip her head and providing him with the opportunity to kiss her forehead, a smile playing at his breathless lips while his eyes flutter from the overwhelming sensations. Being rubbed by something firm instead of her soft walls is a wholly new experiences, and one he barely can take.]
S-Shit, Hiyori...
[He has to stop midway to catch his breath, arms shaking from the effort of keep himself up off her. And in following her gaze, he notices the way his cock bulges through her. Curious, he rubs over the shape of himself through her abdomen, shuddering at the strange feeling.]
Ugh, fuck yeah...
dies by the dick
H - hypocrite!
[ yes, she will call him out. through her moans and gasping breaths. she'll make him watch again and farther away from her poor windows. s - some other time. not right now. right now, she's trying not to break down into overwhelmed sobs. made worse - better? - by him latching to her snesitive throat. his hums buzzing, having her tremble all over. he works himself inside more
and more.
she does sob, those overwhelmed tears trailing down her cheeks. his touch on her lower abdoment just makes it so much more intense. she's being overloaded and he's barely even moved. her thighs are shaking, breath caught in her throat, moans stuck behind her lips because how do you even make sound when you’re this full? this undone? ]
KO'D BY COCK
Nugh...
[He'll probably regret his transgressions at a later date, but right now? He's loving every damn glorious second of this. Of making her strain so hard she's on the verge of sobbing. Part of him feels bad, pushing her so hard and so far, and yet... he knows she can take it.
That together, they can overcome anything and love every moment of it, no matter how much it causes them to fall apart. Even he's having a difficult time keeping it together for once, finding that he needs to breath longer and harder, that he's stuck supporting himself on his elbows because his limbs are too wobbly to hold himself upright.
He can't even begin to imagine what state she's going to be in by the time they finish, especially once he manages to start moving, which he tries to do right now - pushing the rest of his cock in, inch by inch, pulsing beneath his hand on her belly. Rubbing slow, sensual circles to stimulate them both, drawing out copious amounts of precum as he begins inching towards the edge again.]
Heavens above-- you're so goddamn tight...
PERISHES BY PENIS
and she's never felt so full. once, she came close. when yato put on that sleeve and worked himself inside her, bit by bit. eventually, he had to take it off because it was too much for her. when it looked like she was going to pass out.
the only sound, for a long while, is their breaths. both loud, both hard, both fast. despite how slow yato moves, taking it easy on them both, it's so
much.
he's deeper, too. somehow, he reaches place he's never before. rubs up hard against every wall because there's not much space. he's everywhere. both him and his copy cat toy. inside, around - the pressure so much. yato always tells her to lose herself, to let go, but she hasn't truly felt like she's let go
until this moment. her body shaking, clenching, fluttering all around him like she doesn't want to be without him. like he can't leave. like she wants more. she doesn't even want to breathe, just more of this.
every part of her is pulsing with sensation, tension rippling through her like she’s going to shatter apart beneath him already. her fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him to anchor her. ]
Don’t stop. [ she gasps against his jaw, voice hoarse and trembling. ] Please — don’t stop — please...
[ even if she's crying, sobbing, hiccuping through this unbearable sensation. ]
WON OVER BY WEENIE
If it feels tight to him, he can only imagine what it's like for her. ...well, he could find out, by borrowing her body. And maybe one day she'll let him. He wants to know how she feels through their lovemaking so that he can do even better, make her feel even more wonderful sensations.
For now, though, there's plenty for them both to relish with the dildo pressing up against them both. He can't help wondering if this is somewhat what it's like for her, to be tantalized along his entire nerve endings...
Yeah, he's definitely gotta ask to borrow her body next time. Maybe see if she'd be willing to fuck him with a strap-on or something.
But when it comes to the matter at hand, he can't help flushing deeper at her pleas, eating them up like a starved ayakashi. He gets his arms around her so he can hug her tight, hips gradually moving to shove his cock further in until he's buried to the hilt and they both utterly breathless, moaning messes.]
I-I couldn't even if you wanted me to... [Lies. He'd find it in himself to pull away. He just wouldn't want to, not until they both come from this overwhelming pressure building between them.] Y..You okay...?
[He has to ask, to make sure just in case. He doesn't want her feeling like she has to endure this if it's more than she can handle. Something he hopes to convey by kissing her cheeks and nose and forehead and eyelids when they flick shut to squeeze out more tears.]
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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