[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.]
[ ah - there's no helping SOME discomfort from having two cocks inside you. no matter how matter how prepared and wet she was.
maybe one day she will let him feel for himself what she feels when they're like this. if yato is better about asking. after what he did to her at high school, you have to expect some uncertainty, despite the trust they have between them. she especially doesn't want him to take her body and then go out GALLAVATING looking for someone to fuck her so he can know.
his intentions are good but he's... so stupid. sometimes.
instantly, at the embrace, she puts her legs around him. keeping him against her. followed quickly by her arms, wrapping around him and hugging him tight. nails raking at his skin. all along his shoulders and back and the back of his neck. anywhere she can reach. since she can't express with words just how different it is. this pleasure is fierce. like he's cracked her open and filled with heat and pressure and him. everywhere. all at once.
cheek pressed to his, her frantic and urgent and ragged breaths rush over his ear. tickling him there and making his hair flutter. ]
O - okay, I'm... [ apparently struggling with simple grammar. it's a lot to handle. it pushes her to her absolute limit. it aches in a way she's not used to aching. being dizzy from trying to accomodate two rather than one.
he so much as shifts and the shockwave of pleasure is like an eruption, hot and low and tight in her belly. up and down her spine. bringing more tears to her eyes. ]
[As long as the pleasure isn't overridden by pain or discomfort, that's the important part. When the bad outweighs the good, it's time to change tactics.
Certainly there won't be any body-snatching (hopefully) to get to that point. Maybe she can handcuff him in her body... he'd like that, for sure. B-But he wouldn't do that to her OR her body...! The fact she might even consider it a possibility would wound him greatly. If anything, he'd want her to fuck him silly in her body...
Definitely stupid, though. No getting around that detail.
But if she feels a fraction as good as he does in this instance, then it's mission accomplished. Since he's breathing hard and heavy, head tipping forward so their foreheads touch, sticky with sweat already before he nuzzles her cheek. They haven't even really started moving and they're both miserable wrecks...
Absently, automatically, he continues kissing at her, head turning just enough to press his lips lightly to her skin as he shivers from her breath ghosting over his own skin.]
You're... amazing, Hiyori... [Both in that she offers him such pleasure and in that she can take so much from him without falling apart or breaking. Not that he would mind either, honestly. Hell, he wants them both to break down into sobbing wrecks in the end.
For him, it's like she's got her hand wrapped around his cock and is palming him hard, while sucking him off at the same time. Warm and wet and oh so very tight. Blinking rapidly, he fights back his own tears, each breath hot and heavy as his fingers knead against her shoulder blades, like a cat.]
[ considering the LAST time he stole her body he was an incorrigible flirt to everyone he came across? although none of it was serious (hopefully!!) and he reaped the repercussions when the perverts started calling his line for hiyori-chan and asking about her panties -
his forehead touching hers seems to pull her out of her spiral a little bit, eyes blinking open to see that yato is just as overwhelmed as she is. it's... comforting. that yato is yato and he still craves her in a soft way too, with his nuzzling.
every time he gets close enough, hiyori makes her attempts to return the affection. to his cheeks and mising his mouth to kiss the corner of his mouth with a tiny whine. being called amazing by someone she considers amazing only seems to make her heart pound harder. he makes her thoughts go all slippery, dissolving with each gasp and broken whimper.
he's wrong. she's so close to falling apart, shattering beneath him into more begging and sobs. she just loves him so much. too much, that she doesn't want to worry him. if only she knew he wanted exactly that. ]
I di - hi - [ there's a hiccup as she buries her face against his throat. ] I didn't know it could feel so - all of you, Yato... all...
[ he's the only one. the only one she'd ever let do this. the only one she'd give this much of herself to. the only one she'd open up for. he could break her. her hips rise to meet his without her even thinking — instinctual, desperate - and she sobs right into the curve of his neck. ]
[Hey, it was all for business, that! He just knows that sex sells and using her (his) flirty charms was the fastest way to win the hearts of people! ...though it won a lot more than he bargained for, that's for damn sure.
Now though, he would think twice about flashing her panties at the whole class, wanting the show for himself, much as he has her now. Perverted and filthy as he is, he would never pass up the chance to be gentle and loving with her. He treasures her far too much to let such moments pass them by.
Their snuggles help make the strain of this newest act bearable, bringing in a way to ground them not only to their sanity but each other. He doesn't even try to do anything sexy like nip at her lips, merely smothering her with chaste kisses to offset the boiling pressure between them.
For him, it may not be quite the same level of overwhelming, but his head still spins with pleasure and an intoxicating tightness gripping his cock. For Hiyori to be so close to breaking into a thousand pieces... There's no way they're going to get their usual frantic fucking in, for sure.]
Ahh... Haha... R-Right...? There's just-- So damn much...!
[One hand comes up to cradle her head against him as he finally brings himself to start moving, knowing full well it won't take much for them both to come at this rate. The only thing he's mildly sad about is that the toy inside her isn't the kind that vibrates. He knows that would have had her screaming.
Instead, he meets her hips, intent on following through with the motions himself. A gasp escapes his parted lips as he pulls out halfway before pressing back in, using a hand to make sure the dildo doesn't slide out in the process. And then, in a stroke of genius or just plain cruelty, he bucks his hips in time with pistoning the toy into her depths, groaning as it slides against his length.]
[ don't use her innocent sex appeal for your business!? he was trying to turn everyone against her so she could only turn to him!! and then
things changed. he had that moment on the hospital roof, where hiyori thought yato was her only salvation, and he turned her away. for her sake. she'll never forget that. all his previous transgressions were forgiven after that. after he saved her.
he sort of saves her now, too. from losing herself too much to pressure and heat and overwhelm. he brings her back to herself, back to them with his tender heart and soft care. ]
I’m shaking — gods, I can’t stop shaking—
[ probably shouldn't talk to the gods like that. only one god. probably shouldn't be evoking the heavens like he did earlier.
it's true, though. her body won't stop trembling all around him. from her fingers down to her legs. he has no idea just how much. just when she's only beginning to get used to it, little by little and beat by heartbeat.
he fucking moves.
it could be both - genius or cruelty. she answers with these fragments. these half thoughts, barely formed. words broken by moans and mewls. the instinct to plead to him. her god. yato. ]
[ this is it. this is more. whatever she was missing when she did it herself, she gets it tenfold. a millionfold. that heat. the throb of him, pulsing against every wall. closer than ever with that pressure.
another buck, deeper, and her composure is long gone. masaomi is going to hear them. again. ]
[And drum up business for his Delivery God services! Two cats with one fish! Or something.
But how could he not do everything he could to save her after she did the same for him? Two, three times over, even. He couldn't keep her by his side as a shinki, no matter how much he longed to always have her nearby. Even if it hadn't been his father pressuring him into doing so, even if she begged him, he could never kill her.
This is the opposite of that. He wants her to live. To experience everything life has to offer, from his gentle administrations to the body-wracking pleasure that comes from being overstimulated.]
H-Haha... I know, r..right? So good...
[He hopes it's good for her. It better be, or he's kicking his own ass, hard. Though now would be a terrible time to invite any sort of attention, be it from the Heavens or her family. He would never be allowed to set foot in her bedroom again.
But he can't stop, can't help himself. He's always pushed things that little bit too far, testing the limits of those around him, for better and worse.
Better now, he prays to... someone. Something, higher than himself. Not Amaterasu, though. Screw her. To Hiyori, maybe. To his cruel genius that has them both quaking from being overwhelmed and pushed to the brink.]
T..Then-- ah, fuck, let yourself... let yourself break, H-Hiyori... I know I'm gonna...!
[If Masaomi has forgotten about him, he's going to get a rude awakening here in a minute. Because Yato's chasing that last bit of pleasure needed for sending himself over the edge, and he plans on taking Hiyori with him. He does so by continually thrusting the toy in and out as his hips pump opposite to it, and then he dares to pull back enough so that his other hand can pinch and twist her clit.
The ensuing contractions from her walls squeeze him against the dildo, and with several harder, more forceful bucks, he finds himself coming with shaky groans and moans of her name, warm and wet inside her and helping him continue to ride her through his orgasm.]
[ he doesn't have to worry. it's good for her. too good, maybe. too good to be good and surely hedges into the realm of sinful.
he moves. over and over. harder, not as hard as she knows he can go, but harder.
gods, he moves — and her whole body locks up, muscles seizing like they’ve forgotten how to handle this much. the dildo shifts inside her with his rhythm, pushing deeper every time his hips slam into hers, and the stretch—the stretch — makes her sob out loud. surely surely surely alerting her poor family to what's going on behind her closed door.
too much — too full — how is this real?
her nails dig into his arms, her thighs trembling around his waist, already shaking violently from how impossibly deep he’s pressing. every thrust grinds the toy against her inner walls from one angle while his cock hits from the other— friction is everywhere. all at once. ]
Ah— Yato, please, god- I can’t — I can’t—!
[ the words fall out, messy, high-pitched, more moan than plea. her head tips back as her body arches up into his, hips rolling helplessly into every punishing, perfect thrust. she wants him to stop, to slow down, to never stop again. ]
Y-you’re gonna break me — I swear— you’re— fuck—
[ heat coils deep in her belly, unbearable, and her walls flutter wildly around both him and the toy, like her body’s begging, pulling for release. her voice turns to gasps — frantic, breathless whines — and she doesn’t even realize she’s full-on weeping.
and then.
he sinks deep, all the way in. holds her there.
and comes. inside her.
she feels it —gods, she feels it, yes finally— the warmth flooding her that she wanted, pulsing thick and hot inside her with every clench of his body against hers. it tips her right over the edge, too. her own climax crashes into her like a wave too strong to fight, her legs buckling, her voice breaking. singing to him. ]
Yato—! I love you, I love you—ahh—!
[ everything burns. everything shakes. and still she holds him close, clinging to the weight of his body and the heat of his love like it’s the only thing keeping her on earth with him. ]
[Sinful he can handle. He is a god, after all. It's within his power to forgive all sins and deliver his followers from - or rather to - temptation.
It's ironic that the less she moves, the more he knows he's doing a good job, causing her to seize up and surrender to pleasure. Her breath hitches along with his own, come in gasps and sharp inhales, groaned and moaned exhales, and any number of in between noises. They're a symphony, singing together in chorus.
The funny thing is, he knows he can do worse to her. If not by shoving more into her, then by introducing a myriad of other toys that would stimulate her in other unique ways. Perhaps next time... For now, he's content with pushing her over the edge and having her unravel for him.
Her need to cling to him both with arms and legs means the toy gets pressed further in with every single jerk of his hips, and in turn it rubs along his length, like a firm handjob combined with fucking her normally; the best of both worlds. It's why he grunts heavily as he continues to chase that last bit of friction he needs to fall over the edge himself.]
I-- I know... I'm, you're-- Shit...!
[He loves hearing her curse - it sends heat coursing through his veins, pulsing hard and throbbing all the way down to his cock, where it comes out in messy spurts of precum.
Another stream of curses leave his lips, cursing the heavens, himself, while blessing Hiyori and her precious tears. He's too busy taking them higher to kiss them away just yet, but hopefully she'll pardon him for that as he spills his seed into her depths. Grinding and bucking, he rides them through their orgasms, forcing the toy in and out of her as she trembles and quivers with pleasure.]
F..Fuck, I love you, Hiyori...! S-So much...!
[Eventually his hand cramps up from clutching the dildo so hard, forcing him to let go while he focuses on simply driving himself into her again and again, pushing his cum along her passage while his toes curl and flex. Once he bucks into her once, twice, the motion pops out the toy with a crude sound, allowing their mixed fluids to dribble down her thighs and ass.]
she barely gets the words out — i love you — before he slams deep and stills, shuddering inside her with a groan that rips through her like lightning.
she feels it. the thick, hot pulses as he starts to come, deep and hard, and buried to the hilt. her walls flutter helplessly, clenching around him like her body is hungry for every drop.
but he doesn’t stop there.
his hips keep moving, jerking into her in erratic, frenzied thrusts that punch the air from her lungs all over again. she whines through it — too much, still too much, but don't stop — because the friction, the fullness, the rawness of it makes her feel like she’s unraveling again, right at the edge of another climax.
the dildo shifts with every thrust, pressure building where her body’s already stretched to its limit. driving her insane. and then—
pop.
he bucks harder than he probably means to, and it forces the toy free from her, slick and spent and pushed out by the sheer force of him. it’s gone in a heartbeat — tossed aside. perhaps by his need to be the only one inside her now.
and, even with it just being him, she is full.
so full. so rich.
his release doesn’t stop — warmth spilling inside her, so much it starts to leak out around his cock with every grind of his hips. it slides down between her thighs, wet and sticky. filthy. obscene. and still he’s moving. less frantic, not as hard, but still moving. a bit mindlessly. ]
Yato. [ she gasps it, burying her fingers in his hair and pulling it a bit. ] You’re — ah — still...!
[ her thighs twitch and her body no longer hers as he keeps going. she keeps trembling beneath him, around him, lips parted in shock and awe and something deeper. love. need. his.
he’s above her, braced on his own shaking arms, like he’s praying with his whole body. ]
It fell out... [ and she's also mindless, too dazed to be embarrassed by her words. ] Don't... don't pull out -
[ like he's going to, she clenches her fingers hard in his hair. ]
[All is forgive when he comes, for sure. Because he's reached nirvana and hopes she has, too.
Those three little words that are oh so precious graces his ears and makes him throb harder, like her love is squeezing every drop from his length in the hopes of making something even more sacred come into being. Maybe he does, like always. Every time he wants something more of her, something she isn't ready to give him just yet.
Rutting her like a feral animal, or at least like a god whose aramitama is raging out of control. She awoke him earlier with her little show, so now she gets to reap the rewards of her efforts. To be filled with his seed, hot and thick and sticky, and so much of it. More than usual, it seems, to him, anyways.
Only after he's alone inside her does he finally take to switching towards a deeper, more powerful buck of his hips, allowing him to come and tremble with need as he makes the bed creak and thunk against the wall. Pushing her hips up to keep his cum inside her while he fills her up to the brim.]
Ugh... H-Hiyori--!
[Over her thighs goes his hands, feeling her up with sweaty palms, moving across her chest to grope her breasts before sliding down her middle, massaging her stomach. One of his favorite spots on her, for obvious reasons.
Perverted, horny god.
Or maybe just lonely... One who craves a family more than anything. Meaning her pleas are pretty unnecessary, welcome as they are.]
Ngh... I-I know... [Squeezing his thighs together, he finally settles on top of her, cock deep within her and still dribbling.] 'm not goin' anywhere... Not for anything...
[He draws his hands up to cup her cheeks, leaning in to cover her mouth with his own in a slow, languid kiss.]
[ no. nirvana and heaven wouldn't allow this, they can't go there. she wants to stay on earth. where near and far shore beings can exist together. where she can be with yato.
if he means she's reached the height of bliss? then
fuck yeah she did.
she can still barely breathe, but not because he’s heavy on top of her or what they did. ah, well, it's a bit (a lot) of that. it’s the way he said it. says it. the words hit harder than any thrust did. her eyes sting. every time he says those three words, ones she once resigned herself she might not ever hear from him, has something in her chest swelling — sharp and aching, but beautiful. fingers twitch against his head like she’s trying to draw him even closer but is too weak and too spent to do it.
stupid human body.
his kiss is slow. slow now. warm, dragging, tasting of sweat and breath and something softer.
his i love you, maybe.
she kisses him again, lips just brushing his at first before fitting her mouth against his. where his bottom lip fixes itself between hers. finally, with her voice soft and cracked, she murmurs against his mouth, ]
Good.
[ her palms smooth along his sweaty and warm back until they find the place where his heart beats against her chest. ]
Stay right here. Inside me. Just... just like this. Just for a little while longer.
[ her eyes flutter closed, a soft laugh escaping her throat. she's spent. and messy. and loved by a god. her god. that's the best part of it all. ]
... If you didn't break me, I think you'd break my bed...
[That's true... Better they remain in the one place where mortal and godly realms coincide, where they'll always be guaranteed to intermingle.
Whether she reached her peak happiness is anyone's guess, but only she knows for sure. He did his damnedest to bring her right to the edge before throwing her off it into the abyss.
It's funny how three simple words can hold so much power, but then, it's the intent behind them, isn't it? If he were to use them merely as a means to get into her pants, then they wouldn't be half as strong as they are from him uttering them in the throes of passion, when he longs to keep her close and be one in body and soul.
Breathless and with heart thrumming in his chest, he holds her tight, unwilling to let her go for even a moment. Not until the effort to do so becomes too much for his tired limbs.
Again and again they kiss, bringing their lovemaking to its proper conclusion: them sharing their feelings through gentle, intimate displays. He can't help chuckling at her strained voice, though, his own wheezy from breathlessness.]
I will... Promise.
[Eyes closing, he dips his head in near to nuzzle her again, lightly kissing her all over.]
I'm not going anywhere... Don't think I can, even if I wanted to, heh.
[Opening his eyes, they sparkle full of mirth as he regards he with a small smile.]
[ where they'll be together. so long as gods of learning and glasses shinki don't try and break them up.
because she wants that to be a promise he keeps. more than getting married, really. for him to stay. still, she can't help but smile too at how winded they both sound. how they can't do much but nuzzle and kiss at each other now, being so damn worn out.
tired and satisfied. the sharp ache in her chest mellows and softens with every kiss he plants along her face. with him saying he's not going anywhere. that he can't, just like her.
they definitely overdid it a bit but - no regrets. not a one. except, in the morning, when masaomi gives her a tired and annoyed looks over the breakfast table and she'll realize they were far too loud. once again. ]
You better not. We can break your bed.
[ what excuse can she give for HER BROKEN BED, yato?? ]
... It's not often you're tired so quickly. [ she comments quietly, touching him just to touch. brushing his hair gently out of his eyes and tracing his cheekand jaw with her fingers. ] I can't believe you still had something we haven't done up your sleeve.
[Poo on both of them, the spoilsports. What do an old man and a bratty teenager know of love? Even if it happens to be between a god and a human.
He may be terrible at keep his word, but that doesn't mean he won't try. Do everything in his power to remain by her side, forever more. Even when the time comes for Hiyori to leave this world, he hopes to have her spirit stay by his side in faith if not as a shinki.
Because nobody else could ever make him so damn exhausted and yet wholly content as her. Her and a toy for good measure. Sometimes it takes a little extra to go further.
That look should make her proud, though. Knowing that she's spreading the word of her god through loving him. Or something. It sounds good on paper, okay??
For now, though, he's fine with it just being them cuddling up to one another, happy and satisfied, and no longer at odds with each other.]
Mine's a futon, silly.
[Wrestling practice, naturally! Simplest thing in the world!!]
Mmm, perhaps not... But you did work me up with that show you put on, and it was a lot, feeling so much like this... [At her gentle touches, he smiles serenely, like all is right with the world. And for this brief interlude, it is.] I promise to continue exploring plenty of new things together with you, so you'll never get bored of me...
[ tenjin might know a little. if only because of tsuyu.
kazuma is kind of a disaster, though. poor guy. she understands his pain and she's grateful that she and yato could finally be honest with each other about their feelings.
it's good to have it out in the open. even being at odds with each other sometimes brings them here. ]
Fine. Maybe I'll buy you a bed just so we can break it.
[ halfway through the "threat" she laughs a bit because the notion is ridiculous even before she can finish saying it.
followed almost immediately by her choking on said laugh and a blush blooming hot and fast across her cheeks. she did... sort of put on a show. out of frustration! making a point. it was a lot for her, too. it was incredible. she bites her lips as her imagination runs away a bit. where there are two yatos.
immediately, she feels selfish and too greedy. having one is enough. still, that sure is a daydream. that'll never happen. ]
Yato. As if I could get bored of you.
[ he's still afraid of that, huh? she isn't sure how else to prove she won't get bored other than staying with him forever and she was already planning on doing that. ]
... So, you do like watching...
[ and he's still cleaning her window. ] But... I prefer you being, um... involved...
[Then the bastard ought to understand and respect their affections, dammit...!
Kazuma though... yeah. Poor guy, indeed. In love with an oblivious, possibly aromantic god... Besides, even if he threatened Hiyori (GRRR), he's sure that in his heart Kazuma wanted to keep Hiyori safe.
Saving her from Yato's disaster area self was probably intended as a kindness. Though that doesn't mean Yato isn't going to try his damnedest to be everything she wants and needs.]
Hehe, sounds good to me. Kofuku won't mind, and it'll give me an excuse to hug Yukine at night.
[To help keep him from having nightmares. Still, he laughs along with her, cheeks red with exertion and mirth alike.
It's okay though, Hiyori; sometimes he's dreamed of having two of his love, too. If only because in a way he can. He could play with her unconscious body while her spirit form does awful, wonderful things to him... Threesome with herself, plz...!
Suddenly, he kisses her, long and hard and full of tongue. Making sure she knows just how riled up she gets him, even now after they're spent.]
S-Still... You might... One day.
[Clearly. It's a fear he doesn't mind admitting to, because with her, he knows she'll understand. That she knows enough of his history and his traumas to respect them.
Though being called out like that-- It makes him flush deeply and glance away, biting at his lip.]
I-I do... I like seeing you being pleasured.
[He'll probably try to sneak out before she can hound him to do that, honestly, haha...] I don't blame you. I'd rather us share the experience, together, too...
[ tenjin was also trying to protect hiyori. maybe yato, too, from the heartbreak of loss because hiyori is human. mortal. death is inevitable. fat load of good that did with their stubborn demeamors.
it wasn't just hiyori that kazuma was trying to keep safe either. it was hiyori, yato, and bishamon. hiyori is sure of that. ]
M - maybe I should spare Yukine-kun...
[ NERVOUS LAUGHTER. not because she wants yato's hugs to herself. nonono. that's crazy. selfish. yukine deserves hugs, too. all the hugs.
his kiss is sudden and - sends the message to her body, if not her mind. where he's inside her, she involuntarily clenches down on him as soon as his tongue brushes hers, breathless when he pulls back. he gets her going just as much. ]
I'm not. [ through the warmth and haze of their sex, she's still stubborn. while she understands his fear, he needs to understand her devotion. to him, in particular.
she puts her hands on his face, drawing his gaze back. she's just as red.
AND CLEAN HER WINDOW. ]
... But, even if you like it, for me - it's not as good as being with you. A, and... I've gotten too used to having you more than once a week. I want you here more than once a week.
[That's true. Tenjin may be temperamental but he's kind and considerate. And having been human himself once, he likely knows the pain of having lost loved ones. There's just no getting around the love these two idiots have for one another.
They have such good friends, that can't be denied. If only they would let them make their own decisions...]
Hehe... Too late~ I fully expect a bed sometime in the near future!
[Honestly, out of the three of them, their boy deserves hugs the most. Besides, it's not like Yato's ever gonna run out of them. Unlimited resource, there.
Same as with passionate kisses. He has those in spades and then some. Thank goodness for that, too, because he loves the tingle it sends down his spine, flooding his senses with overwhelming warmth and what he knows must be love. Or maybe it's just his cock pulsing from her muscles clenching him tight. One can never be sure.]
O-Okay... [He doesn't want to make her mad, and thus nuzzles her apologetically, like a cat. Though not fickle like one, he hopes.
Blinking at her beautiful eyes, he almost tears up from her insistence on being devoted to him. No one since Sakura has ever been so resolute in their faith in him.
Which makes his desire to get out of a simple chore of window cleaning all the more pitiful. Idiot.]
Then I'll do my best to be with you as much as possible, circumstances allowing. [He has to consider Yukine, after all.] Besides, I love being with you more often, too... Only once a week sounds like hell.
[ ... it's going to be a tiny bed for him to put next to his mini shrine. yeah. that way!!! she keeps her promise.
she can share hugs. passionate kisses is what hiyori gets to herself. hopefully. try as she might, a quiet moan slips out of her as her throbs against her sensitive and slightly raw walls.
his nuzzling gives her a second to calm down, hands smoothing across his skin to bring herself back down to earth. yato has a fear hiyori will leave him. that she'll get bored or tired of him, but for as long as she's able, she'll tell him she won't get bored. she won't forget him. hell, she might forget him long before she ever gets bored.
but she'd rather not think of forgetting him again. does he not want to clean up that smudge to leave another crumb for her to remember? he's still an idiot. ]
Mm. [ circumstances allowing. not just yukine but hiyori does have a life. she mentioned that earlier. ]
... There could be a time where we can only see each other once a week. [ when she's in medical school. when she's in her residency. when yato gets more and more popular as a god of happiness. ] But... I don't want it to be now. Not yet.
[As long as they don't make Yukine feel neglected by him not getting a bed, too!
Thankfully there's no one else that Yato would rather kiss than her. It never even occurred to him until she came along. Which is probably why his current ones are so full of love and passion. He saved it up for a millennia just for her.
Sighing softly, both with relief and happiness, he wiggles just a bit, causing his breath to catch as he ends up stimulating them both a bit more, unintentionally. He doesn't want to be forgotten, either, but in truth, being put aside due to boredom sounds a lot worse. That's deliberate, not a by-product of her human nature.
And yeah, secretly it's exactly why he'd leave that mark for her to see and blush over again and again if he had his way. She'll probably force him to clean it up, though. Tough love.]
Yeah... I don't ever want to get in the way of you living your life. I just... [Here he blinks rapidly, glancing away to hide the threat of tears welling up.] ...I just want to be part of it. However much I can be.
[He still likes the idea of kidnapping her and chaining her to the bed, so that she can only love him. It's in complete contrast to what he just said, but then, he's always been contradictory and a hypocrite.]
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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
maybe one day she will let him feel for himself what she feels when they're like this. if yato is better about asking. after what he did to her at high school, you have to expect some uncertainty, despite the trust they have between them. she especially doesn't want him to take her body and then go out GALLAVATING looking for someone to fuck her so he can know.
his intentions are good but he's... so stupid. sometimes.
instantly, at the embrace, she puts her legs around him. keeping him against her. followed quickly by her arms, wrapping around him and hugging him tight. nails raking at his skin. all along his shoulders and back and the back of his neck. anywhere she can reach. since she can't express with words just how different it is. this pleasure is fierce. like he's cracked her open and filled with heat and pressure and him. everywhere. all at once.
cheek pressed to his, her frantic and urgent and ragged breaths rush over his ear. tickling him there and making his hair flutter. ]
O - okay, I'm... [ apparently struggling with simple grammar. it's a lot to handle. it pushes her to her absolute limit. it aches in a way she's not used to aching. being dizzy from trying to accomodate two rather than one.
he so much as shifts and the shockwave of pleasure is like an eruption, hot and low and tight in her belly. up and down her spine. bringing more tears to her eyes. ]
You feel so good, I -I can’t...
ASDLFKJSD YOU WIN
Certainly there won't be any body-snatching (hopefully) to get to that point. Maybe she can handcuff him in her body... he'd like that, for sure. B-But he wouldn't do that to her OR her body...! The fact she might even consider it a possibility would wound him greatly. If anything, he'd want her to fuck him silly in her body...
Definitely stupid, though. No getting around that detail.
But if she feels a fraction as good as he does in this instance, then it's mission accomplished. Since he's breathing hard and heavy, head tipping forward so their foreheads touch, sticky with sweat already before he nuzzles her cheek. They haven't even really started moving and they're both miserable wrecks...
Absently, automatically, he continues kissing at her, head turning just enough to press his lips lightly to her skin as he shivers from her breath ghosting over his own skin.]
You're... amazing, Hiyori... [Both in that she offers him such pleasure and in that she can take so much from him without falling apart or breaking. Not that he would mind either, honestly. Hell, he wants them both to break down into sobbing wrecks in the end.
For him, it's like she's got her hand wrapped around his cock and is palming him hard, while sucking him off at the same time. Warm and wet and oh so very tight. Blinking rapidly, he fights back his own tears, each breath hot and heavy as his fingers knead against her shoulder blades, like a cat.]
I know... It's just s-so much...
HEH HEEEEEEEEEH
his forehead touching hers seems to pull her out of her spiral a little bit, eyes blinking open to see that yato is just as overwhelmed as she is. it's... comforting. that yato is yato and he still craves her in a soft way too, with his nuzzling.
every time he gets close enough, hiyori makes her attempts to return the affection. to his cheeks and mising his mouth to kiss the corner of his mouth with a tiny whine. being called amazing by someone she considers amazing only seems to make her heart pound harder. he makes her thoughts go all slippery, dissolving with each gasp and broken whimper.
he's wrong. she's so close to falling apart, shattering beneath him into more begging and sobs. she just loves him so much. too much, that she doesn't want to worry him. if only she knew he wanted exactly that. ]
I di - hi - [ there's a hiccup as she buries her face against his throat. ] I didn't know it could feel so - all of you, Yato... all...
[ he's the only one. the only one she'd ever let do this. the only one she'd give this much of herself to. the only one she'd open up for. he could break her. her hips rise to meet his without her even thinking — instinctual, desperate - and she sobs right into the curve of his neck. ]
WHEEZES
Now though, he would think twice about flashing her panties at the whole class, wanting the show for himself, much as he has her now. Perverted and filthy as he is, he would never pass up the chance to be gentle and loving with her. He treasures her far too much to let such moments pass them by.
Their snuggles help make the strain of this newest act bearable, bringing in a way to ground them not only to their sanity but each other. He doesn't even try to do anything sexy like nip at her lips, merely smothering her with chaste kisses to offset the boiling pressure between them.
For him, it may not be quite the same level of overwhelming, but his head still spins with pleasure and an intoxicating tightness gripping his cock. For Hiyori to be so close to breaking into a thousand pieces... There's no way they're going to get their usual frantic fucking in, for sure.]
Ahh... Haha... R-Right...? There's just-- So damn much...!
[One hand comes up to cradle her head against him as he finally brings himself to start moving, knowing full well it won't take much for them both to come at this rate. The only thing he's mildly sad about is that the toy inside her isn't the kind that vibrates. He knows that would have had her screaming.
Instead, he meets her hips, intent on following through with the motions himself. A gasp escapes his parted lips as he pulls out halfway before pressing back in, using a hand to make sure the dildo doesn't slide out in the process. And then, in a stroke of genius or just plain cruelty, he bucks his hips in time with pistoning the toy into her depths, groaning as it slides against his length.]
FLIPS HAIR
things changed. he had that moment on the hospital roof, where hiyori thought yato was her only salvation, and he turned her away. for her sake. she'll never forget that. all his previous transgressions were forgiven after that. after he saved her.
he sort of saves her now, too. from losing herself too much to pressure and heat and overwhelm. he brings her back to herself, back to them with his tender heart and soft care. ]
I’m shaking — gods, I can’t stop shaking—
[ probably shouldn't talk to the gods like that. only one god. probably shouldn't be evoking the heavens like he did earlier.
it's true, though. her body won't stop trembling all around him. from her fingers down to her legs. he has no idea just how much. just when she's only beginning to get used to it, little by little and beat by heartbeat.
he fucking moves.
it could be both - genius or cruelty. she answers with these fragments. these half thoughts, barely formed. words broken by moans and mewls. the instinct to plead to him. her god. yato. ]
Ungh, you’re moving — Yato, Yato—! Nngh, I c-can’t — you’re gonna break me—
[ this is it. this is more. whatever she was missing when she did it herself, she gets it tenfold. a millionfold. that heat. the throb of him, pulsing against every wall. closer than ever with that pressure.
another buck, deeper, and her composure is long gone. masaomi is going to hear them. again. ]
That’s—! That’s too—no, I— yes—!
FLIPS U
But how could he not do everything he could to save her after she did the same for him? Two, three times over, even. He couldn't keep her by his side as a shinki, no matter how much he longed to always have her nearby. Even if it hadn't been his father pressuring him into doing so, even if she begged him, he could never kill her.
This is the opposite of that. He wants her to live. To experience everything life has to offer, from his gentle administrations to the body-wracking pleasure that comes from being overstimulated.]
H-Haha... I know, r..right? So good...
[He hopes it's good for her. It better be, or he's kicking his own ass, hard. Though now would be a terrible time to invite any sort of attention, be it from the Heavens or her family. He would never be allowed to set foot in her bedroom again.
But he can't stop, can't help himself. He's always pushed things that little bit too far, testing the limits of those around him, for better and worse.
Better now, he prays to... someone. Something, higher than himself. Not Amaterasu, though. Screw her. To Hiyori, maybe. To his cruel genius that has them both quaking from being overwhelmed and pushed to the brink.]
T..Then-- ah, fuck, let yourself... let yourself break, H-Hiyori... I know I'm gonna...!
[If Masaomi has forgotten about him, he's going to get a rude awakening here in a minute. Because Yato's chasing that last bit of pleasure needed for sending himself over the edge, and he plans on taking Hiyori with him. He does so by continually thrusting the toy in and out as his hips pump opposite to it, and then he dares to pull back enough so that his other hand can pinch and twist her clit.
The ensuing contractions from her walls squeeze him against the dildo, and with several harder, more forceful bucks, he finds himself coming with shaky groans and moans of her name, warm and wet inside her and helping him continue to ride her through his orgasm.]
ALKLKDGJLKJLKDG WAILS LIKE YATO
he moves. over and over. harder, not as hard as she knows he can go, but harder.
gods, he moves — and her whole body locks up, muscles seizing like they’ve forgotten how to handle this much. the dildo shifts inside her with his rhythm, pushing deeper every time his hips slam into hers, and the stretch—the stretch — makes her sob out loud. surely surely surely alerting her poor family to what's going on behind her closed door.
too much — too full — how is this real?
her nails dig into his arms, her thighs trembling around his waist, already shaking violently from how impossibly deep he’s pressing. every thrust grinds the toy against her inner walls from one angle while his cock hits from the other— friction is everywhere. all at once. ]
Ah— Yato, please, god- I can’t — I can’t—!
[ the words fall out, messy, high-pitched, more moan than plea. her head tips back as her body arches up into his, hips rolling helplessly into every punishing, perfect thrust. she wants him to stop, to slow down, to never stop again. ]
Y-you’re gonna break me — I swear— you’re— fuck—
[ heat coils deep in her belly, unbearable, and her walls flutter wildly around both him and the toy, like her body’s begging, pulling for release. her voice turns to gasps — frantic, breathless whines — and she doesn’t even realize she’s full-on weeping.
and then.
he sinks deep, all the way in. holds her there.
and comes. inside her.
she feels it —gods, she feels it, yes finally— the warmth flooding her that she wanted, pulsing thick and hot inside her with every clench of his body against hers. it tips her right over the edge, too. her own climax crashes into her like a wave too strong to fight, her legs buckling, her voice breaking. singing to him. ]
Yato—! I love you, I love you—ahh—!
[ everything burns. everything shakes. and still she holds him close, clinging to the weight of his body and the heat of his love like it’s the only thing keeping her on earth with him. ]
OH NOOOO PETS
It's ironic that the less she moves, the more he knows he's doing a good job, causing her to seize up and surrender to pleasure. Her breath hitches along with his own, come in gasps and sharp inhales, groaned and moaned exhales, and any number of in between noises. They're a symphony, singing together in chorus.
The funny thing is, he knows he can do worse to her. If not by shoving more into her, then by introducing a myriad of other toys that would stimulate her in other unique ways. Perhaps next time... For now, he's content with pushing her over the edge and having her unravel for him.
Her need to cling to him both with arms and legs means the toy gets pressed further in with every single jerk of his hips, and in turn it rubs along his length, like a firm handjob combined with fucking her normally; the best of both worlds. It's why he grunts heavily as he continues to chase that last bit of friction he needs to fall over the edge himself.]
I-- I know... I'm, you're-- Shit...!
[He loves hearing her curse - it sends heat coursing through his veins, pulsing hard and throbbing all the way down to his cock, where it comes out in messy spurts of precum.
Another stream of curses leave his lips, cursing the heavens, himself, while blessing Hiyori and her precious tears. He's too busy taking them higher to kiss them away just yet, but hopefully she'll pardon him for that as he spills his seed into her depths. Grinding and bucking, he rides them through their orgasms, forcing the toy in and out of her as she trembles and quivers with pleasure.]
F..Fuck, I love you, Hiyori...! S-So much...!
[Eventually his hand cramps up from clutching the dildo so hard, forcing him to let go while he focuses on simply driving himself into her again and again, pushing his cum along her passage while his toes curl and flex. Once he bucks into her once, twice, the motion pops out the toy with a crude sound, allowing their mixed fluids to dribble down her thighs and ass.]
SNIFFLES GROSSLY
she barely gets the words out — i love you — before he slams deep and stills, shuddering inside her with a groan that rips through her like lightning.
she feels it. the thick, hot pulses as he starts to come, deep and hard, and buried to the hilt. her walls flutter helplessly, clenching around him like her body is hungry for every drop.
but he doesn’t stop there.
his hips keep moving, jerking into her in erratic, frenzied thrusts that punch the air from her lungs all over again. she whines through it — too much, still too much, but don't stop — because the friction, the fullness, the rawness of it makes her feel like she’s unraveling again, right at the edge of another climax.
the dildo shifts with every thrust, pressure building where her body’s already stretched to its limit. driving her insane. and then—
pop.
he bucks harder than he probably means to, and it forces the toy free from her, slick and spent and pushed out by the sheer force of him. it’s gone in a heartbeat — tossed aside. perhaps by his need to be the only one inside her now.
and, even with it just being him, she is full.
so full. so rich.
his release doesn’t stop — warmth spilling inside her, so much it starts to leak out around his cock with every grind of his hips. it slides down between her thighs, wet and sticky. filthy. obscene. and still he’s moving. less frantic, not as hard, but still moving. a bit mindlessly. ]
Yato. [ she gasps it, burying her fingers in his hair and pulling it a bit. ] You’re — ah — still...!
[ her thighs twitch and her body no longer hers as he keeps going. she keeps trembling beneath him, around him, lips parted in shock and awe and something deeper. love. need. his.
he’s above her, braced on his own shaking arms, like he’s praying with his whole body. ]
It fell out... [ and she's also mindless, too dazed to be embarrassed by her words. ] Don't... don't pull out -
[ like he's going to, she clenches her fingers hard in his hair. ]
Stay. Stay.
DABS UR NOSE
Those three little words that are oh so precious graces his ears and makes him throb harder, like her love is squeezing every drop from his length in the hopes of making something even more sacred come into being. Maybe he does, like always. Every time he wants something more of her, something she isn't ready to give him just yet.
Rutting her like a feral animal, or at least like a god whose aramitama is raging out of control. She awoke him earlier with her little show, so now she gets to reap the rewards of her efforts. To be filled with his seed, hot and thick and sticky, and so much of it. More than usual, it seems, to him, anyways.
Only after he's alone inside her does he finally take to switching towards a deeper, more powerful buck of his hips, allowing him to come and tremble with need as he makes the bed creak and thunk against the wall. Pushing her hips up to keep his cum inside her while he fills her up to the brim.]
Ugh... H-Hiyori--!
[Over her thighs goes his hands, feeling her up with sweaty palms, moving across her chest to grope her breasts before sliding down her middle, massaging her stomach. One of his favorite spots on her, for obvious reasons.
Perverted, horny god.
Or maybe just lonely... One who craves a family more than anything. Meaning her pleas are pretty unnecessary, welcome as they are.]
Ngh... I-I know... [Squeezing his thighs together, he finally settles on top of her, cock deep within her and still dribbling.] 'm not goin' anywhere... Not for anything...
[He draws his hands up to cup her cheeks, leaning in to cover her mouth with his own in a slow, languid kiss.]
Cuz I love you, Hiyori...
;m;
if he means she's reached the height of bliss? then
fuck yeah she did.
she can still barely breathe, but not because he’s heavy on top of her or what they did. ah, well, it's a bit (a lot) of that. it’s the way he said it. says it. the words hit harder than any thrust did. her eyes sting. every time he says those three words, ones she once resigned herself she might not ever hear from him, has something in her chest swelling — sharp and aching, but beautiful. fingers twitch against his head like she’s trying to draw him even closer but is too weak and too spent to do it.
stupid human body.
his kiss is slow. slow now. warm, dragging, tasting of sweat and breath and something softer.
his i love you, maybe.
she kisses him again, lips just brushing his at first before fitting her mouth against his. where his bottom lip fixes itself between hers. finally, with her voice soft and cracked, she murmurs against his mouth, ]
Good.
[ her palms smooth along his sweaty and warm back until they find the place where his heart beats against her chest. ]
Stay right here. Inside me. Just... just like this. Just for a little while longer.
[ her eyes flutter closed, a soft laugh escaping her throat. she's spent. and messy. and loved by a god. her god. that's the best part of it all. ]
... If you didn't break me, I think you'd break my bed...
;3;
Whether she reached her peak happiness is anyone's guess, but only she knows for sure. He did his damnedest to bring her right to the edge before throwing her off it into the abyss.
It's funny how three simple words can hold so much power, but then, it's the intent behind them, isn't it? If he were to use them merely as a means to get into her pants, then they wouldn't be half as strong as they are from him uttering them in the throes of passion, when he longs to keep her close and be one in body and soul.
Breathless and with heart thrumming in his chest, he holds her tight, unwilling to let her go for even a moment. Not until the effort to do so becomes too much for his tired limbs.
Again and again they kiss, bringing their lovemaking to its proper conclusion: them sharing their feelings through gentle, intimate displays. He can't help chuckling at her strained voice, though, his own wheezy from breathlessness.]
I will... Promise.
[Eyes closing, he dips his head in near to nuzzle her again, lightly kissing her all over.]
I'm not going anywhere... Don't think I can, even if I wanted to, heh.
[Opening his eyes, they sparkle full of mirth as he regards he with a small smile.]
Future goals, in that case~
uwu
because she wants that to be a promise he keeps. more than getting married, really. for him to stay. still, she can't help but smile too at how winded they both sound. how they can't do much but nuzzle and kiss at each other now, being so damn worn out.
tired and satisfied. the sharp ache in her chest mellows and softens with every kiss he plants along her face. with him saying he's not going anywhere. that he can't, just like her.
they definitely overdid it a bit but - no regrets. not a one. except, in the morning, when masaomi gives her a tired and annoyed looks over the breakfast table and she'll realize they were far too loud. once again. ]
You better not. We can break your bed.
[ what excuse can she give for HER BROKEN BED, yato?? ]
... It's not often you're tired so quickly. [ she comments quietly, touching him just to touch. brushing his hair gently out of his eyes and tracing his cheekand jaw with her fingers. ] I can't believe you still had something we haven't done up your sleeve.
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He may be terrible at keep his word, but that doesn't mean he won't try. Do everything in his power to remain by her side, forever more. Even when the time comes for Hiyori to leave this world, he hopes to have her spirit stay by his side in faith if not as a shinki.
Because nobody else could ever make him so damn exhausted and yet wholly content as her. Her and a toy for good measure. Sometimes it takes a little extra to go further.
That look should make her proud, though. Knowing that she's spreading the word of her god through loving him. Or something. It sounds good on paper, okay??
For now, though, he's fine with it just being them cuddling up to one another, happy and satisfied, and no longer at odds with each other.]
Mine's a futon, silly.
[Wrestling practice, naturally! Simplest thing in the world!!]
Mmm, perhaps not... But you did work me up with that show you put on, and it was a lot, feeling so much like this... [At her gentle touches, he smiles serenely, like all is right with the world. And for this brief interlude, it is.] I promise to continue exploring plenty of new things together with you, so you'll never get bored of me...
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kazuma is kind of a disaster, though. poor guy. she understands his pain and she's grateful that she and yato could finally be honest with each other about their feelings.
it's good to have it out in the open. even being at odds with each other sometimes brings them here. ]
Fine. Maybe I'll buy you a bed just so we can break it.
[ halfway through the "threat" she laughs a bit because the notion is ridiculous even before she can finish saying it.
followed almost immediately by her choking on said laugh and a blush blooming hot and fast across her cheeks. she did... sort of put on a show. out of frustration! making a point. it was a lot for her, too. it was incredible. she bites her lips as her imagination runs away a bit. where there are two yatos.
immediately, she feels selfish and too greedy. having one is enough. still, that sure is a daydream. that'll never happen. ]
Yato. As if I could get bored of you.
[ he's still afraid of that, huh? she isn't sure how else to prove she won't get bored other than staying with him forever and she was already planning on doing that. ]
... So, you do like watching...
[ and he's still cleaning her window. ] But... I prefer you being, um... involved...
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Kazuma though... yeah. Poor guy, indeed. In love with an oblivious, possibly aromantic god... Besides, even if he threatened Hiyori (GRRR), he's sure that in his heart Kazuma wanted to keep Hiyori safe.
Saving her from Yato's disaster area self was probably intended as a kindness. Though that doesn't mean Yato isn't going to try his damnedest to be everything she wants and needs.]
Hehe, sounds good to me. Kofuku won't mind, and it'll give me an excuse to hug Yukine at night.
[To help keep him from having nightmares. Still, he laughs along with her, cheeks red with exertion and mirth alike.
It's okay though, Hiyori; sometimes he's dreamed of having two of his love, too. If only because in a way he can. He could play with her unconscious body while her spirit form does awful, wonderful things to him... Threesome with herself, plz...!
Suddenly, he kisses her, long and hard and full of tongue. Making sure she knows just how riled up she gets him, even now after they're spent.]
S-Still... You might... One day.
[Clearly. It's a fear he doesn't mind admitting to, because with her, he knows she'll understand. That she knows enough of his history and his traumas to respect them.
Though being called out like that-- It makes him flush deeply and glance away, biting at his lip.]
I-I do... I like seeing you being pleasured.
[He'll probably try to sneak out before she can hound him to do that, honestly, haha...] I don't blame you. I'd rather us share the experience, together, too...
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it wasn't just hiyori that kazuma was trying to keep safe either. it was hiyori, yato, and bishamon. hiyori is sure of that. ]
M - maybe I should spare Yukine-kun...
[ NERVOUS LAUGHTER. not because she wants yato's hugs to herself. nonono. that's crazy. selfish. yukine deserves hugs, too. all the hugs.
his kiss is sudden and - sends the message to her body, if not her mind. where he's inside her, she involuntarily clenches down on him as soon as his tongue brushes hers, breathless when he pulls back. he gets her going just as much. ]
I'm not. [ through the warmth and haze of their sex, she's still stubborn. while she understands his fear, he needs to understand her devotion. to him, in particular.
she puts her hands on his face, drawing his gaze back. she's just as red.
AND CLEAN HER WINDOW. ]
... But, even if you like it, for me - it's not as good as being with you. A, and... I've gotten too used to having you more than once a week. I want you here more than once a week.
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They have such good friends, that can't be denied. If only they would let them make their own decisions...]
Hehe... Too late~ I fully expect a bed sometime in the near future!
[Honestly, out of the three of them, their boy deserves hugs the most. Besides, it's not like Yato's ever gonna run out of them. Unlimited resource, there.
Same as with passionate kisses. He has those in spades and then some. Thank goodness for that, too, because he loves the tingle it sends down his spine, flooding his senses with overwhelming warmth and what he knows must be love. Or maybe it's just his cock pulsing from her muscles clenching him tight. One can never be sure.]
O-Okay... [He doesn't want to make her mad, and thus nuzzles her apologetically, like a cat. Though not fickle like one, he hopes.
Blinking at her beautiful eyes, he almost tears up from her insistence on being devoted to him. No one since Sakura has ever been so resolute in their faith in him.
Which makes his desire to get out of a simple chore of window cleaning all the more pitiful. Idiot.]
Then I'll do my best to be with you as much as possible, circumstances allowing. [He has to consider Yukine, after all.] Besides, I love being with you more often, too... Only once a week sounds like hell.
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she can share hugs. passionate kisses is what hiyori gets to herself. hopefully. try as she might, a quiet moan slips out of her as her throbs against her sensitive and slightly raw walls.
his nuzzling gives her a second to calm down, hands smoothing across his skin to bring herself back down to earth. yato has a fear hiyori will leave him. that she'll get bored or tired of him, but for as long as she's able, she'll tell him she won't get bored. she won't forget him. hell, she might forget him long before she ever gets bored.
but she'd rather not think of forgetting him again. does he not want to clean up that smudge to leave another crumb for her to remember? he's still an idiot. ]
Mm. [ circumstances allowing. not just yukine but hiyori does have a life. she mentioned that earlier. ]
... There could be a time where we can only see each other once a week. [ when she's in medical school. when she's in her residency. when yato gets more and more popular as a god of happiness. ] But... I don't want it to be now. Not yet.
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Thankfully there's no one else that Yato would rather kiss than her. It never even occurred to him until she came along. Which is probably why his current ones are so full of love and passion. He saved it up for a millennia just for her.
Sighing softly, both with relief and happiness, he wiggles just a bit, causing his breath to catch as he ends up stimulating them both a bit more, unintentionally. He doesn't want to be forgotten, either, but in truth, being put aside due to boredom sounds a lot worse. That's deliberate, not a by-product of her human nature.
And yeah, secretly it's exactly why he'd leave that mark for her to see and blush over again and again if he had his way. She'll probably force him to clean it up, though. Tough love.]
Yeah... I don't ever want to get in the way of you living your life. I just... [Here he blinks rapidly, glancing away to hide the threat of tears welling up.] ...I just want to be part of it. However much I can be.
[He still likes the idea of kidnapping her and chaining her to the bed, so that she can only love him. It's in complete contrast to what he just said, but then, he's always been contradictory and a hypocrite.]
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