[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.]
stop wiggling. the words never leave her mouth because he steals the breath from her lungs by doing it. shifting and moving inside her so that her eyes roll back and there's another arch to her spine. reflex.
give her a moment to catch her breath and try to ignore the heat building up in her, all over again. like she isn't tired. like she isn't rubbed raw from the inside. like her muscles don't ache and tears haven't dried on her cheeks.
with a slow and uneven sigh, she glances at him just in time to see the shimmer of unshed tears before he hides it. ]
I want you to be a part of it, too. As much as possible.
[ she DOES love only him, but that does contrast pretty bad with what he just said. it's okay, she knows he's a hypocrite. that what he says doesn't always match what he does. maybe, deep down, she also knows that yato would secretly prefer to keep her locked away.
if it wasn't totally unrealistic, she wouldn't mind that too much either. as long as he chained himself with her.
in contrast to what he stoked in her from his wiggling, she presses a sweet and gentle kiss to his cheek. ]
I'm tired, so... I think I'll take a bath in the morning. Do you... want to cuddle and stay the night?
[ as if they aren't already wrapped in each other's arms. ]
Almost on instinct, he runs his hands over her torso as she arcs towards him, tempted so much to start moving again just to get more reactions out of her. But he's raw, too, and actually a bit worn out.
Even with him shyly keeping his gaze averted, he feels her up, rubbing over her belly and up to her ribcage before gently roaming his hands over her breasts. Perhaps trying to distract her from his loss of composure.
She does so many things to him, that sometimes he just can't handle them all at once.]
Then no 'once a week' bullshit, okay...?
[Yato, you were the one who proposed it... Idiot. Just another facet of his complex and confusing nature. Much like his desire to hoard Hiyori like a dragon might with their precious maiden. Shrine maiden, in this case.
Sometimes he dreams of if life was just them and making love and being a family with Yukine. Maybe with an extra little one for good measure. It's okay for a god to have those kinds of wishes, right...?
At her kiss he finally glances back her way, having recovered from the threat of crying. His eyes still shimmer with a watery haze, but he doesn't seem on the verge of crying now.]
If you'll have me... [Silly question, really. Rhetorical, even.] Did you want me to pull out or...?
[ distraction, successful. he's distracting. so very distracting. ]
Nn, you're the one who - [ ah, to hell with it. she's not in the mood to argue with him over this. besides, they agree. no 'once a week' bullshit for a while yet. right now, there is only his hands wandering over her body and hiyori reacting to it the way he wants. little sounds and resisting the urge to move herself.
she dreams of that, too. of yato never being lonely again. of yukine getting a family who loves and protects him. those are good wishes to have. ]
You're a goof. [ "IF YOU'LL HAVE ME." he's polite and reserved at the strangest times. when he's buried to the hilt and to answer his question,
she shakes her head. ]
N, no. Can you... is it weird to fall asleep like this...?
[He is nothing if not a masterful distraction, to say nothing of causing one.]
Hehe... [That little chuckle says that he's probably being deliberately bratty, but really, does it matter when they're both happy and pleasantly exhausted? He doesn't think so. A little jerkishness is the least of their worries.
One day, perhaps, they can all be a proper family. He's going to hold onto that dream just like he did his shrine. Because Hiyori taught him one thing: to never give up.]
H-Hey now...! [It's not anger or even indignation that colors his cheeks, but embarrassment plain and simple. Yeah, sure, he's a good BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN SHE NEEDS TO SAY IT!
Not that he really minds.]
I don't think so... Kinky, yeah, but not weird.
[Rolling over onto his back, he brings her with him so she's laying atop him, cock still inside her. The motion's enough to make him groan needily, but all he does once they settle is kiss her shoulder up her neck to her lips.
And grab her ass with both hands. Cuz he's just pervy like that.]
[ when is yato not being a deliberate brat? a distracting, deliberate brat.
(no, it doesn't matter.)
she's used to it. his brattiness and his distracting...ness. and, for the record, SHE DID NEED TO SAY IT. she'll say it again. if she wasn't also blushing from him calling it kinky.
i-is it? does she have another kink?! actually, she has quite a few. if she thinks about it. oh, no.
he's already on his back and dragging her with him while she reflects. another moan gets pushed out of her too before she's pushing on his chest to sit up and smacking his hands away from her ass, to speaking against his mouth, ]
You're so handsy. Where is your off button...?
[ to find it, she starts poking and prodding at him in different spots. poking one nipple. prodding his shoulder. dragging her finger along his pulse. sticking her pointer finger in his ear. ]
[This is very true. The answer to that is "almost always" anyway.
Hehe... Good thing he called her out on her being a bit pervy, herself, then. Turnabout's fair play and all that.
Welcome to corruption hell, Hiyori. Your pure and innocent shtick is well and truly over. The god of depravity has taken you too far down the line.
Chuckling at being swatted, he allows her to steer his hands away from her ass. ...only to rub along her thighs, instead. Idly meandering up her pelvis...
At least until she begins harassing him!!! He yelps a bit, shoulders hunching as he wiggles and squirms from each poke and prod, twisting this way and that until he's practically bucking beneath her again, laughing whenever she hits a ticklish spot. Heat floods his cheeks and the rubbing of his cock inside her gets a low moan, head tipping back to expose his neck to her.]
[ wha - it wasn't a shtick!! he's the one that called her pure and white - !
this isn't hell. hell was his 'once a week' nonsense, just as he said. she went willingly down this rabbit hole of everything a relationship is. including messing with your boyfriend for messing with her until he's yelping and wiggling and moving
too much. again. yato laughs and hiyori gasps. then, yato moans and hiyori whines. she sees his throat and something compels her to lean down.
to bite.
well, she did stop tickling him. there's skin between her teeth that she latches to, leaving indents but not breaking the skin. maybe falling asleep like this is a bad idea. it's too tempting. but - but she thought if she woke up early, they could
do it in the morning. lazy and slow. start the day off in a good mood. a great mood. ]
[Hehehe... His pure white, angel devil. Get a girl who can do both~
Heaven, then. A special kind of heaven where praising god means sucking his cock. That's the kind of deity her God of Fortune is. So raunchy and perverted...
It's why he doesn't protest when her teeth sink into his flesh, instead moaning lowly then steadily louder as a shiver overtakes him and he finds himself bucking absently against her hips.
It is tempting. Perhaps too much so for a glutton like him to resist, but that's the chance she'll have to take if she wants cuddly morning sex. Risk the possibility of him waking up in the middle of the night and fucking her in her sleep.
He'd do it, too.
He kinda wants to be the big spoon this time around for that simple reason. To take her from behind and give her vivid wet dreams.]
[ their personal heaven. one has to wonder if yato would be so raunchy and perverted if things had stayed the same. if they continued their quiet, repressed pining. if yato continued to flirt and hiyori continued to write it off as yato being clingy.
if they never had sex the first time.
she moans against his throat, muffled and buzzing at his pulse, but doesn't lift her teeth off him. they don't need to wait for waking up in the middle of the night for him to fuck her. he's practically doing it now. albeit erratically.
finally, she lets go with a gasp and sits back with her palms pressing to his stomach. hair in her flushed face and lips parted so she can take deep breaths.
being woken up that way, with vivid wet dreams or being fucked in her sleep, doesn't sound horrible either.
gods, he has corrupted her. ]
S, sleep. We have to sleep. [ is she convincing yato or herself? ] S-sorry for biting you. Again.
[It's hard to say how things would've gone, except that he never would've felt truly loved and thus wanted in the same way he does now. He'd never know what intimacy and passion was like. He might even have run headlong to meet his doom at the hands of his father. Ended up reincarnating and leaving Hiyori and Yukine to raise his new self.
Perhaps part of him would have preferred that, being free of the responsibility, the guilt, the pain.
Hell, he might have done something horrible to her out of his misguided adoration. Hooking her up with some human he deemed appropriate. Making sure she had a family...
But he loves Hiyori too much to do that now. Treasures everything she gives him, from day to day and moment to moment.
It's like having an ayakashi on him at this second, though, one he would gladly allow to consume him. Part of him still is a touch sad that she won't be the one to end his life, because that would be how he'd want to go - by her hands. Knowing that it was her that snuffed out the light of his life.
Instead, he simply basks in the erotic nature of their coupling, breathing hard as his pulse throbs beneath her teeth and tongue, sending shivers along his spine.
Clutching her thighs, he rolls his hips up against hers, watching through half-lidded eyes. He wants to do her again... constantly. fuck her until she begs him to stop. Or simply passes out so he can continue making love to her that way.]
Do we...? [DO THEY REALLY? Shaking his head, he turns it aside and up somewhat, exposing his other jugular.] Do it again...?
[ hiyori wouldn't have preferred that. after knowing her as he does now, would he still prefer that? if so, she'll - she'll have to kick his ass. yell at him to live, the same way he shouted at yukine. the both of them.
she won't be his girlfriend anymore if he still prefers to reincarnate.
because there's no way she'd end his life. either first-hand or second-hand. she couldn't. she couldn't. the same way he could never end hers.
her nails claw at his stomach and she fights the insane need to move with him. eyes slamming shut, so she doesn't see that needy and hungry look on his face again. how quick it would undo her and make her give in to whatever he wanted. even if she can't walk tomorrow. even if she passes out from it all being too much. her teeth grit and the one thing she can't stop is how instantly, how tight she squeezes down on him for it all.
slowly, uncertainly, she opens her eyes at his offer and at the unmarred and lovely line of his throat. saliva pools in her mouth and there's a flash of an ayakashi tail whipping behind her. ]
I... [ shouldn't. can't. won't.
will.
one hand on the other side of his jugular, where she already bit, the other at the back of his head before she ducks hers down and digs her teeth in with a grunt.
they do. they do have to sleep. she has to sleep. not bite him, sucking at his pulse, rolling her tongue over his heartbeat. not start to grind her hips against his hips, chest pressing to his chest.
[Definitely not. He wants to be with her, now and forever, as her one and only. To be her husband in everything but name if they can't truly wed.
He doesn't want to lose her or himself anymore. She's given him a reason to live, her and Yukine. His family...
They'll be together forever in heart if not in body, that much is for certain. But while they are together physically, he's going to enjoy it to the fullest.
His breath hitches as her claws nails scrape at his sensitive skin, leaving him breathing harder and licking his lip eagerly, ready for more in whatever form she deigns to give him. They both can blissfully pass out once they go another round, right...? That would be fine...]
Please...
[Comes the quiet begging of a desperate god, one who craves it as much as she does, if in a different manner and for different reasons.
When she goes for him, he tenses up briefly before melting as teeth sink into his flesh, forcing his mouth open as a groan passes his lips, hanging up briefly in his throat while he rolls his hips in time with her grinding, providing them both with a delicious twisting motion of their privates, the tip of his cock scraping her insides.
With a grunt, he surrenders to need and starts fucking her in earnest, gripping her ass with both hands briefly before he decides to be extra lewd and press at her back entrance with a finger until it slips inside her and he can wiggle it around in time with the rocking motion of his hips.]
[ after all her pleading just before, what can she do but answer his because he had been so benevolent to answer hers? while it's normal for a human to beg and pray to her god, less so is it to have that very same god beseech his followers.
but if his begging is born from anyting like what hers was, she has to grant him salvation. she has to bite. she has to move. and his groan is so sexy, especially when coupled with that uncontrollable rock of his hips. meeting her grinding, creating friction on her tender insides. she lets up, only to kiss and suck at different spots along his skin. on the line of his jaw. towards the center of his throat. closer to his ear.
at least until he starts fucking her again. heels pressing hard at the pillows behind his head, gripping it for dear life, she lifts her body off his and sucks in a ragged gasp. it's a quieter, but no less intense, hunger between them. it's like the appetite is relentless when it takes hold.
it's because it's him. her soft afterglow shifts into her wanting him all over again. it was hopeless to try and defy it. even now, she shakes a bit on top of him from earlier. with so little strength in her muscles, she still rides his thusting. ]
Yato—! [ her voice jumps, alive again. half-gasp, all scolding. but her body arches for the touch, clenching around him again. harder. ]
Insat - satiable...
[ him? her? yes.
she’s tired. she’s sore. she’s leaking. and she still moans when his finger presses in slowly, gently, teasing her open. ]
[And beseech he does, with an increased sense of desperation. Plaintive and nigh on pathetic it is when he whines that single yet emphatic word. Asking so much with so little.
Not that he's really requiring much from her. Just to go at his throat with gusto and allow him to fuck her silly. No big deal. Surely she can withstand that much, right...? Well, they're about to find out. Because while she leaves a plethora of marks upon his neck and surrounding areas, he resumes plowing into her.
One good thing about being a spiritual deity is that one's refractory period is surprisingly short. If not completely recovered, he's regained enough strength to make another go of it, scraping her insides with his length and especially the head of his cock, angling himself to press against that sweet spot he knows lays against her front wall.
The problem is that even while basking in the afterglow of sex, his desires never truly fade. They're only sated momentarily, and sometimes not even that long. He hums appreciatively, head turning enough to glance at her and flash a knowing smile.]
Hehe... [He licks his lips, pushing his finger along her back passage until it's fully inserted, at which point he strokes her gently, teasingly. Alternating with thrusts of his cock.]
Right~? I wonder how long you can go for...
[He knows she means them both, but again, teasing bastard. So much so that he then pops his finger out, snatching up the toy and pressing it against her hole instead. Moving fast as always, like he might be able to get away with more if he goes to quickly for her to protest.]
[ perhaps she should be grateful he wants her so much. for the most part, she is. and she has to withstand it. she can. even if she's sore, stretched. her thighs burn every time she tries to lift and drops her hips to match him. their skin is so slick with sweat from earlier and it never really dried. there's cum smeared across her inner thighs where he leaked.
she thought, after being stretched so much, she wouldn't feel as full like this. she was so, so wrong.
she makes an attempt to ride him with slow, rocking rolls, her head tipped back, mouth parted, moaning soft and low with every grind of her hips. but he's too much of a damn brat to let her with his giggles and his finger working all the way in. she's full again. too full. in a completely distinct way from before. ]
I - I have - sch, school...
[ yet she rides him a little harder. a little faster. a little less restrained with her circling hips and she can feel him twitch against all sides. she's starting to find her rhythm again, her body trembling but the motion steady. stubborn, almost.
her eyes fly open when something other than his finger nudges her open. is that...? ]
Yato. [ she warns, breathless, but not stopping. ] D, don't you dare-
[The funny thing is, he doesn't expect her to match him in every regard. Just be an active participant in that she shows appreciation and enjoyment in the things he does to her. Maybe some cute mewling, a curse word here or there, some kisses... And they're golden.
Frankly he's a little surprised she doesn't beat the snot out of him, for how much more he insists on going when she's a mess on top of being wrecked. That's love for you. All those details, of being smeared with cum and sweat-soaked, sore and tired, none of that bothers him. He's been bruised and bloodied, cut and stabbed. This is heaven on earth to him.
Especially when she lets her head loll back and mouth hang open, gracing him with those delicious noises he craves. It only encourages him more, to go if not faster then more firmly against her. Less leisurely in his hips, more a harsh snapping that makes her and her breasts bounce.]
I'll go for you... You can sleep in.
[As if that solves everything. To him, it does. Which may be why he has no qualms about introducing more fun to the mix.
a.k.a., the dildo.
Even with her cautionary voice, he merely smirks up at her, wrapping an arm around her suddenly and pulling her against his chest so that he ass is in the air. Whispering in her ear, he starts worming the large toy into her hole, wiggling it about rather than sliding it gently in.]
[ oh. she shows appreciation alright. it is a miracle she doesn't beat the shit out of him, though. if he's surprised, he underestimated how much she wants him too, didn't he?
the moment he moves with more purpose, her face twists with heat and she chokes on a moan. his hips smack up into hers but hers falter mid-grind. she's caught between resistance and surrender but she has enough fight in her to tell him, ]
No.
[ to going for her. she has enough sense leftover to know that's a horrible idea.
hiyori falls onto his chest with a cry, cheek pressed to his chest and drool slipping out of the corner of her mouth as the tip works into her. her knuckles go white from how hard she tightens her fists, panting hot and fast.
apparently, in her current state, she can't make him do anything. once again, two cocks are inside her and it's about as overwhelming as it was before so she melts on top of him. weaker and more helpless than normal. she tries to lift her head anyway, hovering it over his, eyes glassy. he works the toy into her like he's got all night. like she doesn't have to get up early tomorrow and walk around on uncooperative legs all day.
she should shove him off her bed. say something biting in reply. do something, anything. ]
[Very much a godly miracle there. He might be a touch surprised, if only because he knows how much he pushes her buttons and boundaries alike.
As their bodies slap into one another, he can't help pouting at her adamant no, clearly having been hoping that perhaps in a haze of pleasure she would've agreed. He had fun going to school the one time, and wants to go again! ...if perhaps with less proselytizing.]
Meanie.
[Said breathlessly and with zero bite. He's gotten better! He could behave!
Instead, he makes up for his disappointment by having fun with her by teasing her the whole way into her hole, being kind enough to dab some of their combined fluids on the thing so that it glides in more easily.
He's not totally heartless, after all. Just horny as fuck.
With her collapsing upon his chest, he kisses the top of her head, then forehead as she looks up at him, regaining his earlier smirk as he decides that yes, this is just fine. Slowly he rocks her up and down against him, letting the backwards motion help propel her onto the dildo until it's completely inside her save the end he's holding onto. Ready to do more damage to her poor limbs by working her up into another frenzy.
He half expects to get smacked. Shoved. Nutted in the groin. Something brutal.
Instead, she kisses him, leaving him pleasantly surprised to the point of moaning loudly against her mouth, his pace slowing from distraction.]
[ call her mean and pout all you want, yato. she's not budging (and it's cute). if he wants school, he can come study with her and yukine.
everything else is obliterated from her mind besides his cock fucking in and out of her and another, less warm, version of it pushes into her completely.
the kiss remains hard. desperate. open-mouthed. their teeth clash, her fingers tangle in his hair and she wants, for a second, to be the one to make his hips stutter. for his rhythm to slip. when it does, when he does slow -
gotcha.
she bites him again. this time at his bottom lip. not hard, but enough to sink her teeth into the soft flesh and suck. waiting for him to moan again or freeze with another distraction so she can roll her hips. down on him. slow. again. then again. finding some semblance of control from him, wresting the smirk away from his face. shocking electicity up her spine. down his. if he tries to thrust up, she shoves at his chest and keeps him against her pillows with a hot, hungry gaze.
looking at him beneath her, once again, her mind drifts. lured to the thought of two yatos. being bratty, needy, smug little shits as she struggles to hold herself together. this one, panting and begging. the other behind her, rubbing her back, whispering filth in her ear, working his cock into her ass while the first one fills her pussy.
she constricts around him wildly. so tight. wanting. an insane fever dream she can't stop or have. she moans loud. her body pulses around him, the toy, her own madness.
she’s riding harder now, chasing something unreal, imagining both of them fucking her at once, her body split between them. ]
Mmmmore. [ she sobs against his mouth, teeth still grazing his lip ] Want more— want you everywhere— both of—
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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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stop wiggling. the words never leave her mouth because he steals the breath from her lungs by doing it. shifting and moving inside her so that her eyes roll back and there's another arch to her spine. reflex.
give her a moment to catch her breath and try to ignore the heat building up in her, all over again. like she isn't tired. like she isn't rubbed raw from the inside. like her muscles don't ache and tears haven't dried on her cheeks.
with a slow and uneven sigh, she glances at him just in time to see the shimmer of unshed tears before he hides it. ]
I want you to be a part of it, too. As much as possible.
[ she DOES love only him, but that does contrast pretty bad with what he just said. it's okay, she knows he's a hypocrite. that what he says doesn't always match what he does. maybe, deep down, she also knows that yato would secretly prefer to keep her locked away.
if it wasn't totally unrealistic, she wouldn't mind that too much either. as long as he chained himself with her.
in contrast to what he stoked in her from his wiggling, she presses a sweet and gentle kiss to his cheek. ]
I'm tired, so... I think I'll take a bath in the morning. Do you... want to cuddle and stay the night?
[ as if they aren't already wrapped in each other's arms. ]
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Almost on instinct, he runs his hands over her torso as she arcs towards him, tempted so much to start moving again just to get more reactions out of her. But he's raw, too, and actually a bit worn out.
Even with him shyly keeping his gaze averted, he feels her up, rubbing over her belly and up to her ribcage before gently roaming his hands over her breasts. Perhaps trying to distract her from his loss of composure.
She does so many things to him, that sometimes he just can't handle them all at once.]
Then no 'once a week' bullshit, okay...?
[Yato, you were the one who proposed it... Idiot. Just another facet of his complex and confusing nature. Much like his desire to hoard Hiyori like a dragon might with their precious maiden. Shrine maiden, in this case.
Sometimes he dreams of if life was just them and making love and being a family with Yukine. Maybe with an extra little one for good measure. It's okay for a god to have those kinds of wishes, right...?
At her kiss he finally glances back her way, having recovered from the threat of crying. His eyes still shimmer with a watery haze, but he doesn't seem on the verge of crying now.]
If you'll have me... [Silly question, really. Rhetorical, even.] Did you want me to pull out or...?
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Nn, you're the one who - [ ah, to hell with it. she's not in the mood to argue with him over this. besides, they agree. no 'once a week' bullshit for a while yet. right now, there is only his hands wandering over her body and hiyori reacting to it the way he wants. little sounds and resisting the urge to move herself.
she dreams of that, too. of yato never being lonely again. of yukine getting a family who loves and protects him. those are good wishes to have. ]
You're a goof. [ "IF YOU'LL HAVE ME." he's polite and reserved at the strangest times. when he's buried to the hilt and to answer his question,
she shakes her head. ]
N, no. Can you... is it weird to fall asleep like this...?
[ why is she asking yato this ]
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Hehe... [That little chuckle says that he's probably being deliberately bratty, but really, does it matter when they're both happy and pleasantly exhausted? He doesn't think so. A little jerkishness is the least of their worries.
One day, perhaps, they can all be a proper family. He's going to hold onto that dream just like he did his shrine. Because Hiyori taught him one thing: to never give up.]
H-Hey now...! [It's not anger or even indignation that colors his cheeks, but embarrassment plain and simple. Yeah, sure, he's a good BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN SHE NEEDS TO SAY IT!
Not that he really minds.]
I don't think so... Kinky, yeah, but not weird.
[Rolling over onto his back, he brings her with him so she's laying atop him, cock still inside her. The motion's enough to make him groan needily, but all he does once they settle is kiss her shoulder up her neck to her lips.
And grab her ass with both hands. Cuz he's just pervy like that.]
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(no, it doesn't matter.)
she's used to it. his brattiness and his distracting...ness. and, for the record, SHE DID NEED TO SAY IT. she'll say it again. if she wasn't also blushing from him calling it kinky.
i-is it? does she have another kink?! actually, she has quite a few. if she thinks about it. oh, no.
he's already on his back and dragging her with him while she reflects. another moan gets pushed out of her too before she's pushing on his chest to sit up and smacking his hands away from her ass, to speaking against his mouth, ]
You're so handsy. Where is your off button...?
[ to find it, she starts poking and prodding at him in different spots. poking one nipple. prodding his shoulder. dragging her finger along his pulse. sticking her pointer finger in his ear. ]
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Hehe... Good thing he called her out on her being a bit pervy, herself, then. Turnabout's fair play and all that.
Welcome to corruption hell, Hiyori. Your pure and innocent shtick is well and truly over. The god of depravity has taken you too far down the line.
Chuckling at being swatted, he allows her to steer his hands away from her ass. ...only to rub along her thighs, instead. Idly meandering up her pelvis...
At least until she begins harassing him!!! He yelps a bit, shoulders hunching as he wiggles and squirms from each poke and prod, twisting this way and that until he's practically bucking beneath her again, laughing whenever she hits a ticklish spot. Heat floods his cheeks and the rubbing of his cock inside her gets a low moan, head tipping back to expose his neck to her.]
S-Stop, Hiyori...! T..Too much--!
[He sure has some weird limits. Weirdo.]
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this isn't hell. hell was his 'once a week' nonsense, just as he said. she went willingly down this rabbit hole of everything a relationship is. including messing with your boyfriend for messing with her until he's yelping and wiggling and moving
too much. again. yato laughs and hiyori gasps. then, yato moans and hiyori whines. she sees his throat and something compels her to lean down.
to bite.
well, she did stop tickling him. there's skin between her teeth that she latches to, leaving indents but not breaking the skin. maybe falling asleep like this is a bad idea. it's too tempting. but - but she thought if she woke up early, they could
do it in the morning. lazy and slow. start the day off in a good mood. a great mood. ]
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Heaven, then. A special kind of heaven where praising god means sucking his cock. That's the kind of deity her God of Fortune is. So raunchy and perverted...
It's why he doesn't protest when her teeth sink into his flesh, instead moaning lowly then steadily louder as a shiver overtakes him and he finds himself bucking absently against her hips.
It is tempting. Perhaps too much so for a glutton like him to resist, but that's the chance she'll have to take if she wants cuddly morning sex. Risk the possibility of him waking up in the middle of the night and fucking her in her sleep.
He'd do it, too.
He kinda wants to be the big spoon this time around for that simple reason. To take her from behind and give her vivid wet dreams.]
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if they never had sex the first time.
she moans against his throat, muffled and buzzing at his pulse, but doesn't lift her teeth off him. they don't need to wait for waking up in the middle of the night for him to fuck her. he's practically doing it now. albeit erratically.
finally, she lets go with a gasp and sits back with her palms pressing to his stomach. hair in her flushed face and lips parted so she can take deep breaths.
being woken up that way, with vivid wet dreams or being fucked in her sleep, doesn't sound horrible either.
gods, he has corrupted her. ]
S, sleep. We have to sleep. [ is she convincing yato or herself? ] S-sorry for biting you. Again.
[ LIKE HE CARES. ]
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Perhaps part of him would have preferred that, being free of the responsibility, the guilt, the pain.
Hell, he might have done something horrible to her out of his misguided adoration. Hooking her up with some human he deemed appropriate. Making sure she had a family...
But he loves Hiyori too much to do that now. Treasures everything she gives him, from day to day and moment to moment.
It's like having an ayakashi on him at this second, though, one he would gladly allow to consume him. Part of him still is a touch sad that she won't be the one to end his life, because that would be how he'd want to go - by her hands. Knowing that it was her that snuffed out the light of his life.
Instead, he simply basks in the erotic nature of their coupling, breathing hard as his pulse throbs beneath her teeth and tongue, sending shivers along his spine.
Clutching her thighs, he rolls his hips up against hers, watching through half-lidded eyes. He wants to do her again... constantly. fuck her until she begs him to stop. Or simply passes out so he can continue making love to her that way.]
Do we...? [DO THEY REALLY? Shaking his head, he turns it aside and up somewhat, exposing his other jugular.] Do it again...?
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she won't be his girlfriend anymore if he still prefers to reincarnate.
because there's no way she'd end his life. either first-hand or second-hand. she couldn't. she couldn't. the same way he could never end hers.
her nails claw at his stomach and she fights the insane need to move with him. eyes slamming shut, so she doesn't see that needy and hungry look on his face again. how quick it would undo her and make her give in to whatever he wanted. even if she can't walk tomorrow. even if she passes out from it all being too much. her teeth grit and the one thing she can't stop is how instantly, how tight she squeezes down on him for it all.
slowly, uncertainly, she opens her eyes at his offer and at the unmarred and lovely line of his throat. saliva pools in her mouth and there's a flash of an ayakashi tail whipping behind her. ]
I... [ shouldn't. can't. won't.
will.
one hand on the other side of his jugular, where she already bit, the other at the back of his head before she ducks hers down and digs her teeth in with a grunt.
they do. they do have to sleep. she has to sleep. not bite him, sucking at his pulse, rolling her tongue over his heartbeat. not start to grind her hips against his hips, chest pressing to his chest.
- she's just as bad as him. ]
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He doesn't want to lose her or himself anymore. She's given him a reason to live, her and Yukine. His family...
They'll be together forever in heart if not in body, that much is for certain. But while they are together physically, he's going to enjoy it to the fullest.
His breath hitches as her
clawsnails scrape at his sensitive skin, leaving him breathing harder and licking his lip eagerly, ready for more in whatever form she deigns to give him. They both can blissfully pass out once they go another round, right...? That would be fine...]Please...
[Comes the quiet begging of a desperate god, one who craves it as much as she does, if in a different manner and for different reasons.
When she goes for him, he tenses up briefly before melting as teeth sink into his flesh, forcing his mouth open as a groan passes his lips, hanging up briefly in his throat while he rolls his hips in time with her grinding, providing them both with a delicious twisting motion of their privates, the tip of his cock scraping her insides.
With a grunt, he surrenders to need and starts fucking her in earnest, gripping her ass with both hands briefly before he decides to be extra lewd and press at her back entrance with a finger until it slips inside her and he can wiggle it around in time with the rocking motion of his hips.]
Ugh, fuck yes...
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but if his begging is born from anyting like what hers was, she has to grant him salvation. she has to bite. she has to move. and his groan is so sexy, especially when coupled with that uncontrollable rock of his hips. meeting her grinding, creating friction on her tender insides. she lets up, only to kiss and suck at different spots along his skin. on the line of his jaw. towards the center of his throat. closer to his ear.
at least until he starts fucking her again. heels pressing hard at the pillows behind his head, gripping it for dear life, she lifts her body off his and sucks in a ragged gasp. it's a quieter, but no less intense, hunger between them. it's like the appetite is relentless when it takes hold.
it's because it's him. her soft afterglow shifts into her wanting him all over again. it was hopeless to try and defy it. even now, she shakes a bit on top of him from earlier. with so little strength in her muscles, she still rides his thusting. ]
Yato—! [ her voice jumps, alive again. half-gasp, all scolding. but her body arches for the touch, clenching around him again. harder. ]
Insat - satiable...
[ him? her? yes.
she’s tired. she’s sore. she’s leaking.
and she still moans when his finger presses in slowly, gently, teasing her open. ]
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Not that he's really requiring much from her. Just to go at his throat with gusto and allow him to fuck her silly. No big deal. Surely she can withstand that much, right...? Well, they're about to find out. Because while she leaves a plethora of marks upon his neck and surrounding areas, he resumes plowing into her.
One good thing about being a spiritual deity is that one's refractory period is surprisingly short. If not completely recovered, he's regained enough strength to make another go of it, scraping her insides with his length and especially the head of his cock, angling himself to press against that sweet spot he knows lays against her front wall.
The problem is that even while basking in the afterglow of sex, his desires never truly fade. They're only sated momentarily, and sometimes not even that long. He hums appreciatively, head turning enough to glance at her and flash a knowing smile.]
Hehe... [He licks his lips, pushing his finger along her back passage until it's fully inserted, at which point he strokes her gently, teasingly. Alternating with thrusts of his cock.]
Right~? I wonder how long you can go for...
[He knows she means them both, but again, teasing bastard. So much so that he then pops his finger out, snatching up the toy and pressing it against her hole instead. Moving fast as always, like he might be able to get away with more if he goes to quickly for her to protest.]
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she thought, after being stretched so much, she wouldn't feel as full like this. she was so, so wrong.
she makes an attempt to ride him with slow, rocking rolls, her head tipped back, mouth parted, moaning soft and low with every grind of her hips. but he's too much of a damn brat to let her with his giggles and his finger working all the way in. she's full again. too full. in a completely distinct way from before. ]
I - I have - sch, school...
[ yet she rides him a little harder. a little faster. a little less restrained with her circling hips and she can feel him twitch against all sides. she's starting to find her rhythm again, her body trembling but the motion steady. stubborn, almost.
her eyes fly open when something other than his finger nudges her open. is that...? ]
Yato. [ she warns, breathless, but not stopping. ] D, don't you dare-
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Frankly he's a little surprised she doesn't beat the snot out of him, for how much more he insists on going when she's a mess on top of being wrecked. That's love for you. All those details, of being smeared with cum and sweat-soaked, sore and tired, none of that bothers him. He's been bruised and bloodied, cut and stabbed. This is heaven on earth to him.
Especially when she lets her head loll back and mouth hang open, gracing him with those delicious noises he craves. It only encourages him more, to go if not faster then more firmly against her. Less leisurely in his hips, more a harsh snapping that makes her and her breasts bounce.]
I'll go for you... You can sleep in.
[As if that solves everything. To him, it does. Which may be why he has no qualms about introducing more fun to the mix.
a.k.a., the dildo.
Even with her cautionary voice, he merely smirks up at her, wrapping an arm around her suddenly and pulling her against his chest so that he ass is in the air. Whispering in her ear, he starts worming the large toy into her hole, wiggling it about rather than sliding it gently in.]
Make me.
[Oh yes, somebody's feeling belligerent tonight.]
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the moment he moves with more purpose, her face twists with heat and she chokes on a moan. his hips smack up into hers but hers falter mid-grind. she's caught between resistance and surrender but she has enough fight in her to tell him, ]
No.
[ to going for her. she has enough sense leftover to know that's a horrible idea.
hiyori falls onto his chest with a cry, cheek pressed to his chest and drool slipping out of the corner of her mouth as the tip works into her. her knuckles go white from how hard she tightens her fists, panting hot and fast.
apparently, in her current state, she can't make him do anything. once again, two cocks are inside her and it's about as overwhelming as it was before so she melts on top of him. weaker and more helpless than normal. she tries to lift her head anyway, hovering it over his, eyes glassy. he works the toy into her like he's got all night. like she doesn't have to get up early tomorrow and walk around on uncooperative legs all day.
she should shove him off her bed. say something biting in reply. do something, anything. ]
You are such a -
[ what she does is kiss him.
hard. shaking. crashing her mouth into his. ]
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As their bodies slap into one another, he can't help pouting at her adamant no, clearly having been hoping that perhaps in a haze of pleasure she would've agreed. He had fun going to school the one time, and wants to go again! ...if perhaps with less proselytizing.]
Meanie.
[Said breathlessly and with zero bite. He's gotten better! He could behave!
Instead, he makes up for his disappointment by having fun with her by teasing her the whole way into her hole, being kind enough to dab some of their combined fluids on the thing so that it glides in more easily.
He's not totally heartless, after all. Just horny as fuck.
With her collapsing upon his chest, he kisses the top of her head, then forehead as she looks up at him, regaining his earlier smirk as he decides that yes, this is just fine. Slowly he rocks her up and down against him, letting the backwards motion help propel her onto the dildo until it's completely inside her save the end he's holding onto. Ready to do more damage to her poor limbs by working her up into another frenzy.
He half expects to get smacked. Shoved. Nutted in the groin. Something brutal.
Instead, she kisses him, leaving him pleasantly surprised to the point of moaning loudly against her mouth, his pace slowing from distraction.]
Nghh... Hiyori...
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everything else is obliterated from her mind besides his cock fucking in and out of her and another, less warm, version of it pushes into her completely.
the kiss remains hard. desperate. open-mouthed. their teeth clash, her fingers tangle in his hair and she wants, for a second, to be the one to make his hips stutter. for his rhythm to slip. when it does, when he does slow -
gotcha.
she bites him again. this time at his bottom lip. not hard, but enough to sink her teeth into the soft flesh and suck. waiting for him to moan again or freeze with another distraction so she can roll her hips. down on him. slow. again. then again. finding some semblance of control from him, wresting the smirk away from his face. shocking electicity up her spine. down his. if he tries to thrust up, she shoves at his chest and keeps him against her pillows with a hot, hungry gaze.
looking at him beneath her, once again, her mind drifts. lured to the thought of two yatos. being bratty, needy, smug little shits as she struggles to hold herself together. this one, panting and begging. the other behind her, rubbing her back, whispering filth in her ear, working his cock into her ass while the first one fills her pussy.
she constricts around him wildly. so tight. wanting. an insane fever dream she can't stop or have. she moans loud. her body pulses around him, the toy, her own madness.
she’s riding harder now, chasing something unreal, imagining both of them fucking her at once, her body split between them. ]
Mmmmore. [ she sobs against his mouth, teeth still grazing his lip ] Want more— want you everywhere— both of—
[ both of him. ]