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Happy Birthday Hiyori!!!!!!”
The brunette half-ayakashi smiled at the familiar faces in front of her, her heart swelling with the ringing of those three words. She normally didn’t like her birthday. In fact, last year, she deliberately remained silent while she turned 16, hoping to stay under the radar so they could focus on Yato’s problems instead. She didn’t want to be a bother, especially when her birthday seemed miniscule on the grand scheme of things.
But now that they all knew when it was, it was almost impossible for them to forget. Perks of hanging out with gods, their memories were superb in itself…and it did make her feel selfishly special.
Kofuku, Daikoku, Yato, Yukine, Kazuma and even Bishamon (much to Hiyori’s appreciation) gathered around Kofuku’s homely shrine, streamers and balloons scattered around the place, all followed by birthday hats and cake, which had yet to be touched. They were all waiting for Hiyori to cut it; hungry faces licked their lips in anticipation.
Hiyori felt like a child again and she secretly loved every moment of it.
And she knew it was mostly thanks to Yato.
He was stubborn and would absolutely never allow Hiyori to have another birthday uncelebrated. He had put the whole thing together, invited them all, got the cake (which consequently was just a large picture of his own smiling face) She was so giddy about how enthusiastic he was being about it. It was so good to see him immerse himself into a normal situation, one that they could relate to together. No demons, or Nora’s. It was just her family, all together, as it should be.
“Cut it Hiyori!” Kofuku said, clapping her hands in anticipation, her pink hair bobbing with the motion. Hiyori nodded, sticking her tongue out at the edge of her lips for concentration as she began to slice her dessert. The knife slide easily through the icing of the cake and she hit the bottom of the pan with a small clank. She made a ‘I’m sorry for scratching your pan’ face but nonetheless continued cutting it into four perfectly squared pieces for each of them to enjoy. She began to pass them out, Yukine lending her a hand in giving one to Kazuma and Bishamon. The other three had already surpassed Yukine and Hiyori’s barrier and had begun stuffing their face full of her cake. She huffed slightly; disappointed in herself for even thinking that cake would go undestroyed underneath the hands of the gods.
She excused herself for a moment and went to grab herself a napkin in the small kitchen that was located towards the back of the shrine. She gathered a few when she got there as she knew they would need just as many napkins for the others. She closed the cupboard door with a slight slam, and suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, feeling a body approach from behind.
“HI-YO-RIIIIIII!!!!!!!!” Yato’s low-pitched cry echoed around her and she rolled her eyes as he crept up behind her, his constant teasing towards her becoming an acquired taste. She could smell the icing mixed with liquor on his breath, which wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, as he put his hands on her shoulders. He had had quite a bit of sake and she knew he had poor judgment when determining when to stop drinking. He lost himself too easily to the warmth of consumption.
“Ofh, you’re heavy,” she muttered, clutching the cupboard for support.
He leaned over her shoulder, resting his head in the crook of her neck and whispered into softly into her body, “You know, Hiyori…there is a tradition in Australia that says if the knife touches the bottom of the cake pan when you’re cutting it…you have to kiss the person who is closest to you.”
A flushing sensation fused into her cheeks, the meaning of his words settled into her head. There was clearly no way to keep the knife from touching the bottom of the pan, that much was obvious. It was probably one of the stupidest lines he had ever used on her and she truly knew that deep in her heart, he was teasing her, as he always did. But that didn’t stop the butterflies.
“T-Then I would’ve kissed Yukine!”
“Hmmmm,” he said, slinging his arm around her as well, clutching her tighter. She was lifting up his full weight now, only a few moments for collapsing herself if he continued to rely on her body. “But I don’t want you to kiss Yukine!!!! I want you to kiss meeeeeeee!!!!!”
For some strange reason, despite the drunkenly ostentatious aspect, it hit a chord, a chord that melodically vibrated throughout her entire body and her internal reasoning as to why, concaved. She pushed his arms off of her, more forcefully than she had meant to, her face a pulsing red beat. She heard him hit the floor without looking, knowing his drunken stumbling didn’t help.
“Tch,” he said, sadly rubbing his behind with a pout, looking up at her with sad eyes. “I was only kidding!”
“Just…D-Don’t joke about stuff like that, Yato,” she said, turning away from the crumpled drunk mess on the floor. She gathered the napkins that she had dropped on the counter, ignoring the way her stomach was fluttering around in its boned cage.
“Oh…I see how it is,” he replied, staying on the floor but crossing his legs in a Zen position. She looked down at him, wondering where he was going to go with this, but with a large reluctance to ask what. He crossed his arms and looked to the right, his pout making his statement.
“You’d have no issue kissing Yukine, but with me…you’d have a problem…” He whined as he frowned, his oceanic eyes focused on her intently.
“I…I didn’t say I would kiss Yukine!” She muttered, turning away from him again, not wanting him to see the slip in her thoughts, the wandering of her eyes, the painting of her cheeks.
“But you didn’t say you’d kiss me either.”
“Yato,” she muttered, taking a deep breath in to fill her lungs with a response. “Please don’t start with this now. You’re not thinking very clearly.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Hiyori!” He said, flooded with a random burst of energy. “I’m thinking extremely clearly!”
“Yato…” she said again as he began analyzing her every movement with those eyes of his. They followed her wherever she went, reaching into her head.
“You like Yukine better than me, don’t you?”
“For gods sake,” she muttered, taking a step around him and contemplated picking him up and pushing him out the window, “maybe it’s time we all went home?”
She didn’t want to cause a scene, especially one that she didn’t know how to extinguish. He didn’t seem to understand her thoughts on this. Hell, she didn’t even understand herself. She just knew that the thought of kissing Yukine did not triumph the thought of kissing Yato and that she really didn’t want to admit to that.
That was part of the problem.
She had such trouble convey her feelings to Yato when it had to do with personal inclinations. She could calm him down in the middle of a fight or explain what he had missed when he was gone or help lure him away from the pleasures of wielding Nora. That was all easy when it compared to talking about her actual for him. She’d do anything to avoid it.
“But I don’t want to leave yet! We’re having so much fun. You’re having fun, right Hiyori?”
He had such little confidence in his ability to make her happy that her heart shifted a tiny bit, her sympathies extended for him. He had to know how much she appreciated this party, but she could see that deep in himself, he truly didn’t know how special he had made her feel.
“Of course I’m having fun. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while you idiot” She said, reaching her hand out to him to help him up off the floor. He grabbed it, trying to lift his body up but forgetting how to properly use his legs in order to achieve his goal.
Hiyori had very little to think about before the weight of Yato’s full body pulled on her arm, causing the tragic outcome of her own body slowly falling towards his. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the result of this carelessness. She landed with a thud, he responded with a grunt of pain. Her elbow was edged into his rib cage and he was sprawled beneath her, completely submissive to Hiyori’s movements.
“Yato! Why did you…?” She began, moving her body upwards so she could sit up on his lap, feeling her sit up with a groan as well. But her irritated voice came to a screeching halt as she opened her eyes, her brain picking up the image in front of her.
All she could see was blue. An iris so magnificently vast; she thought she could see the entirety of the universe trapped inside of them. She swallowed the lump that appeared in her throat, compiled of both bewilderment and anxiety based on their current intimacy. His breath was a heightened wind, mixing in with her hurricane.
His head was slightly turned upwards, observing her from his position below. His fingers had clasped the bottom of her shirt while trying to pull his body up and stayed there without any thought about it. His cheeks were completely red, blushing like a furious sunrise and his mouth was as dry as the desert sand.
Their tips of their noses touched slightly and his black hair was as messy as he felt. Neither moved, neither spoke. Hiyori began to wonder if his eyelashes had always been this long and Yato began to wonder if Hiyori tasted as good as he had always imagined. His head was spinning and he wasn’t sure it was from the bottles of Sake he had consumed or Hiyori’s mere presence that made his body betray him.
“Hiyori…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with the need something he couldn’t quite place. She blinked and responded with an outer worldly “hmmm?”
Her hands moved to rest on the collar of his tracksuit, convincing her head that it was to keep herself upright, but acknowledging silently the blatant lie that it was. This was past a stumble now. This was something else, something intimate between what was and what could be.
He was so close to her, one small movement and he could get the kiss he…they, so often desired.
“Hiyori? What’s taking you-”
At the sound of Yukine’s voice, Hiyori’s eyes widened ten times too wide. She let out a squeal of panic and flung herself backwards so she was now removed from Yato’s lap, shaking the feeling of unfulfilled desire from her mind.
Yukine walked into the kitchen, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ and his cheeks turning red as he came to his own conclusion about what he just walked in on. “Uh…were you two….?”
Hiyori jumped to her feet, shaking her head so hard in denial. She held up her hands in surrender as she walked towards Yukine, trying to sort her voice out so she sounded convincing.
“Y-Yukine!! Nothing would ever happen!! Yato pulled me down like an idiot and he wouldn’t let me go! You know how he’s always joking around with me, ha ha ha,” she babbled, rubbing the back of her head as she faked a laugh.
Yukine looked behind her at Yato, who remained silently on the floor, his head in his hands as if contemplating something. Hiyori glanced behind her for a moment, seeing Yato’s flushed face still very apparent. She said nothing though, as he eventually got to a standing position.
“I think…we should end the party. Tell everyone to go home.” His voice was masked with a lack of emotion as he looked only at Yukine.
“B-But Yato-” Hiyori began, taking a step towards him. The sudden change in his character caused her to worry that she had said the wrong thing. But she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know how to act and for some selfish reason, she wanted what happened with Yato…or what was going to happen, just between them.
“Happy birthday, Hiyori” he said, calmly, before turning away from the duo, who stood there in silence. She watched him walk away and head towards the stairs, reaching for his bedroom without another glance towards them, her mouth open angrily with words that would never come.
Why was he like this? She was so easily frustrated with him, the way he could sometimes play at her feelings. She hated that she had made him feel the way he did, but she was hesitant to take all the blame on herself. She was angry that he couldn’t talk to her about it and instead sulked away to be by himself, as he often did when he was disappointed or cross.
“What’s his problem?” Yukine asked, staring at Yato’s disappearing figure.
“I don’t know.” She said, nodding her head towards the rest of the clan. “But let’s go clean up, okay? I should probably be getting home anyway.”
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Hiyori collapsed on her bed in a huff, thinking over the nightly events in her head. That moment she had with Yato was eating away at her and she suffered her own secondhand embarrassment just thinking it over.
She was so close to him, in a way she had never been before. Both physically and mentally, which scared her to her core. She didn’t like the feeling of vulnerability and that’s all she seemed to be when it came to him.
But right now, she just wanted to dive into her bed and forgot about it, leaving tomorrow to be the day when she fixed her messes.
Her purple uniform was the first thing she eagerly shrugged off, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor. Her parent’s weren’t home tonight, so she had free reign to do what she wanted, which usually just meant sleeping nice and sound. She opened her closet, a cool breeze from her open window left her half naked body with a chill, and she reached towards the back of her bra to take it off.
She threw that neatly on the pile of clothing and reached for her pajamas that hung on a rack. She grabbed the shirt first, a basic white tank top, and held it to her body to begin to put it on her.
“Listen, Hiyori, I want to talk about what hap…PPpppp….buhhh….”
She screamed as the voice that constantly crept into her head appeared through the window of her room, her reflexes automatically going to cover her naked body. She jumped into her closet, slamming the door of the cabinet behind her as she did, cursing the day she ever met the stupid god.
Yato stood, dumbly staring at the previous place that held Hiyori’s naked appearance. His heartbeat thumped along with the beat of his breathing and he was pretty sure he was going into shock.
“YATO!” She cried, hiding behind the wardrobe door. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
The sound of her angry voice snapped him right out of that and he immediately held up his hands in surrender, spinning around so his back was towards her now, his cheeks seemed to be a permanent flush of rose nowadays. Or at least whenever he was around her.
“I’m sorry!!!!!! I didn’t mean to…uh…to…see you…your…you…”
“If you don’t shut up right now I’m going to Jungle Savate you back to your birth!!!!” She yelled, struggling to get her shirt on so she could get out of the 2 by 2 closet that could barely hide her clothes much less her body. She successfully got her head through the hole, shimming the shirt down her body to cover anything he may have seen. She was going to kill him. No ifs ands or buts about it.
“I just wanted to talk…about what happened….” He said, his hands still up in the air, not even taking a chance of turning around just in case. He couldn’t dig himself into any deeper holes. “I wanted to explain myself.”
“Oh???? explain what?” she said, with an irritated undertone. She pushed open the door and stepped out to face him, her face so red she thought she’d been dipped in paint. She can’t believe he had just seen her body and she would make a note to herself to bar down that window so he would stop coming in that way. He heard her come out so he put down his hands, turning around slowly to make sure she was dressed. His eyes widened as he stared at her new outfit, not much better than before.
The tank top clung to ever inch of her skin, her dark nipples pressing through the white cotton, leaving Yato’s breath hitched as he wondered things he had no business wondering about.
“Uh, Hiyori?” He said, looking down towards his thumbs and twiddling them slightly, the soft rush of rose in his face. “You forgot something.”
She looked down and screamed again as she realized she had forgotten her pajama pants. She stumbled backwards as she tried to find them, trying her best to keep her hand covering her bright pink panties.
“What are you doing here?” she asked again, grabbing her pants angrily and hopping back into the closet to change again.
“Well, I just wanted to talk.”
“It couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” she asked, bumping her head as she tried to pull her pants up.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his footsteps coming closer to the closet as he heard the small bump against the wood. His hand lingered on the closed door, waiting for a response from her.
“Don’t you dare open this door,” she said, rubbing her wounded head and tugging on the strings of her pants to pull them up.
“You…just sound like you’re having a hard time.”
She sighed, pushing the closet door open once she successfully obtained her pants over her hips, and hit Yato in the chest with it. She didn’t apologize. After all, he had technically just broken into her room and peeped in on her naked.
“Yeah, I am having a hard time, Yato. I really am,” she muttered, crossing her hands over her body in annoyance and staring hard at him.
“With what?” He asked, innocently, pretending not to know how insane he had been driving her lately with his constant teasing and confusion.
“With what? Well, let’s start with you’re little melt down today,” she hated that she sounded like his parent all the time.
“Hiyori-“
“You planned a beautiful birthday ceremony, invited all our friends, it was amazing!” She said, truthfully.
“Hiyori-“ he started once more, but was interrupted by the brunette again.
“And then you drink and drink and drink just enough to get stupid drunk and bask in your ability torment me! Joking about kissing me isn’t funny, Yato!” she ranted, stamping her right food for added emphasize on her aggravation.
“Hiyori!” he sighed, trying to get a word in but knowing how rare it would be, especially when she went on a tangent.
“Do you really want to kiss me that badly? Is that it? Is that what’s going to finally make you happy?” she continued, charging at him suddenly. “Then HERE!”
Yato had no time to make a move before Hiyori’s hands grabbed at his face, roughly pushed her lips onto his.
It only lasted a moment; a simple moment that Yato wished could last a lifetime. He could feel her trying to prove her point, her lips pressing hard against his was anything but romantic. But that didn’t stop his mind from memorizing the way her lips felt or the softness of her skin on his.
She pulled back fast, her beautiful eyes filled first with anger, than surprise, and finally, horror. She clasped a hand to her mouth, not quite sure if what she had just done was real.
She…she had kissed Yato.
She took a step backwards, practically tripping over her clothes as she stumbled back. She didn’t know where that had even come from; she had just simply been so fed up with feeling like this erratic human being when it came to him. There was only so much a person could take before they’d break.
He always clowned around about her or always made comments that he wanted to kiss her or never did or faked suggestions about them being together and above all, she hated feeling like he wasn’t serious about her. She was worried that the relationship between them would only ever be a gag to him. That he got a kick out of teasing her.
He didn’t say anything and it bothered her how suddenly silent it was. She had to try and reel back in the situation, to try and put the fire out before it spread. But she really didn’t know what to say.
“Um, Yato…I didn’t mean to-”
There was movement on Yato’s part, silent but quick and the few seconds it took for her to get those words out, he was holding her chin and kissing her as softly as he could.
There was much more pressure behind this kiss, but with the complete opposite of intentions. He had never needed someone so much in his life; it was almost painful for him. His heart constricted in his chest, his bones ached, reaching for the stars that were so clearly in his grasp.
She stayed still for a second, her lips frozen underneath his fire. She couldn’t ignore the way he felt against her, the way his mouth was so soft, so pleasant. If she had known he would taste like this, she might’ve never run from him.
He pressed his hand on the bottom of her back, the other still on her chin, and he watched as her eyes finally closed, his followed soon after. His simple touch, his fingers dancing alongside her skin, was enough to make her dissolve.
She was swept into his sea, letting his tide pull her in until she so clearly wanted to drown in him.
She moved her arms, her fingers reaching for the bottom of sweater and clutching onto it like he could get ripped away from her at any moment. He pulled his hand that had been resting on his chin and used it to clutch her back as well, holding her closer so he was hugging her tightly. She wrapped her own arms around his neck, no longer thinking about consequences. She no longer cared about the previous hour. She almost scoffed at herself for being worried about kissing him when this was the result.
He pulled back for a moment, their arms never leaving each other’s bodies, their breathing heaved together. His forehead found hers, looking so deeply into her eyes that she felt like the most important thing in the world.
“Hiyori…” he said, his name sounding like a hymn and she wanted him to say her name over and over again, she would never tire of it.
“Mhm?” she said, so lost in what he was, what he was doing to her, that she could barely think this was Yato. Yato, the one who got her into more trouble than was worth. Yato, the one who had driven her insane with worry and fear for years.
Yato, the one who wanted so badly to be loved.
She caressed his face, moving his hair out of his face as he said something she would never forget.
“I think…that I might be in love with you or something…”
It was such a ridiculous way to say it, such a comedic way to tell her such an important thing. But could tell, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, that this was no longer a joke.
“Please don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” she whispered, his forehead being used for her balance. She was sure she no longer had stable legs to keep her up.
“Not mean it?” he asked, confusion molded onto his face. “Hiyori, you…you’re…” and she could see he was filled with emotion that he couldn’t control, so she put a hand to his lips, quieting him for a moment.
“I know. I’m sorry. I just feel like this isn’t real or that you’re going to disappear any minute now and I really don’t think I could handle you leaving again.”
Yato knew she was referring to Nora’s sick ownership over him and he wanted to remind her that was done, that Nora would never again consume him or his mind.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you again. I mean it.”
He sounded so sincere and she hoped with every bone in her body, that he meant it.
She responded by kissing him his bottom lip lightly, taking her hand and tracing it along his face as if to memorize him. He went to capture her lips again, taking his time to prolong her taste.
In his hundreds of years, he had never felt anything like this before. There was no one like her, nobody that could make him feel like the most significant being in all of existence.
And she had never known a feeling like this. She had little experience in this, despite her one unfathomable situation that she had burned out of her memory. And that definitely didn’t feel like this did.
He deepened the kiss, she responded whole-heartedly, letting her body move on it’s own. She reached her fingers up and grabbed the zipper on his sweater, slowly undoing it. She shrugged it off his shoulders and he let her, neither really knowing how far they were going to go. It just felt so good to be with each other and not have anything stopping them.
She threw his jacket onto the floor, taking his neck scarf with it. His hands were all over her body, not a piece of her untouched by him, his fingers leaving flames that licked her skin.
His white t-shirt matched her tank top and both were sticking to their bodies. He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he took the bold move to hook his fingers under his shirt and remove it from his body.
He waited. One beat. Two beat. And she did nothing but stare at him. She had never seen him shirtless before and was taken back by how perfect he looked. His collarbone looked like wings, his chest filled with scars that had stories to long to tell, his complexion was nothing less then seamless.
“Hiyori!!!! You’re making me nervous,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest in faux embarrassment.
“Oh please,” she replied, giving him a look. “You ripped your shirt off so fast I barely had time to think.”
“I could put it back on…if you want,” he said, reaching slowly for his shirt.
She smacked his hand away, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare.”
He chuckled lightly, kissing her cheek. He was completely giddy.
“I guess it’s only fair that I take off mine, huh?”
He swallowed, not knowing how to answer that without sounding like an eager pubescent child. He had only dreamed about this day for like three years. He wasn’t enthusiastic at all.
“Well, I’ve already had a sneak peek. Nothing you show me can really surprise me.”
She had a strange urge to punch him, but decided against it. It was fairly true, even if him walking on her was his own fault. She grabbed the bottom of her own tank top and counted to three.
1 – 2 - 3
She closed her eyes and ripped her tank off, throwing it on the floor as quick as she could.
She kept her eyes closed, as if that somehow would erase the fact that Yato was staring at her bare chest. If she made eye contact right now, she might loser her confidence. She stood there and could hear nothing but his breathing that seemed to get closer and closer to her, until she could feel his face just in front of hers.
Instead of giving her a kiss on the lips, he set his mouth to kiss her collarbone, moving down to give another one between both breasts. She gasped at the connection, her hand automatically grabbing the back of his head without thought, pressing him into her body. She opened her eyes just to close them right back in pleasure.
If this was how he made her felt by barely touching her, she couldn’t imagine what the rest of the night was going to hold.
“Open your eyes, Hiyori,” he voice rang out, touching her naked back with his hand.
“I don’t wanna! it’s embarrassing,” she mumbled, her head tangled in his hair.
She heard him laugh and reach his head down a little lower. She wasn’t prepared for his tongue against her bare nipple or the shiver that would race down her spine as he did. “There is nothing,” He said, gently nipped at her, “embarrassing about this.”
He bit down gently and she couldn’t help but let out a hearty moan. He pulled back and she smacked a hand to her mouth, hiding her humiliation of whatever noise she had just made. He looked at her with wide eyes, biting his lip to try and stop the laughter that bubbled in his throat.
“Don’t you dare laugh!” She said, ready to hide.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect it. Does that mean it felt good?”
“Obviously, idiot.” She said, pouting into her hand.
“So…if I did it again?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
He didn’t wait for her answer but continued his work, trying the left breast. She let out a gasp of pleasure, but bit her lip so she wouldn’t make that loud of a noise. It was a rush of energy she had never fault, to have someone else make you feel like this, to leave you so powerless was exhilarating.
“Yato,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head as he continued to peck her body, working his way down to her belly button, leaving a trail right above her pajama pants.
“Can I?” he asked her, getting down on his knees in front of her. She nodded, to afraid to speak and he put his hands on either side of her pants. She covered her chest, still feeling a bit modest, and watches as he slowly pulled down her lower fabric.
She stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as she stood, bare, in front of him. He got off his knees, taking a step back, his eyes seeing things he never thought possible. She got nervous, having him stare at her for this long and tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Don’t cover yourself!” He said, grabbing her hand and moving it. “You’re…beautiful, Hiyori.”
His cheeks blushing furiously, her face pomegranate red; they were two peas in a pod. She could tell he meant it, that he found her beautiful and even in her naked eternity, she felt like the most confident person in the world, just by the way he looked at her.
She grabbed the top of his pants, pulling him towards her. “Can I…uh…” She nodded towards his pants, tucking her fingers into them, running her fingers along the tops of his skin.
“Do you think you have to really ask?” he chuckled, putting his hands on top of hers, helping her pull them down slowly so he didn’t surprise her all at once. He knew she was not accustomed the male body and he wanted to take his time.
She looked downwards, keeping his eyes on every part of him as he was revealed. And as she pulled both his boxers and pants down at once, she tried not to get caught off guard by his member suddenly springing through.
She had never seen one, not in person, and she moved with her first instinct, which was to wrap her hand around it. Yato hissed, grabbing on to the closet door to help him study himself, the pleasure unimaginable.
“Hiyori, you don’t have to…” he was cut off, her hand taking a moment to move down the shaft. She was figuring out what to do while he was immersed in a heavenly place. She picked up her movement, sliding up and down while he found something to grab, not sure if he would last if she continued. “Stop, wait. I-I want you.”
She halted her movements, loved the feeling of being wanted, and shyly nodded. This was happening fast, but in a way, she felt like they had built up something so strong for years, it was only natural to be together now. She felt no shame in what she wanted.
She was suddenly overwhelmed with the situation and a smile broke out on her face as she led him over to her bed. It was so strange and she couldn’t help it, but she let out a heart laugh as she fell back onto her bed, letting him settle himself between her thighs.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her quickly.
“I don’t know…it’s just…you’re Yato. My Yato,” she replied, moving his hair from his face. “You don’t think this is weird?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I think that’s its been a long time coming.”
“You’re confident.”
“You’re lying naked in front of me. I think I have a right to be.”
She chuckled and he kissed her, setting himself up between her thighs. He was hard, wanting her so badly. She spread herself, letting him ease his way into her. Moments passed, before he was able to fully enter her. There were sharp pains at first, but they slowly eased away, between his words of love and his caressing movements.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, again and again, so worried he would break her. She nodded, again and again, so worried he would stop. Once they were both comfortable, he began his movements, thrusting himself in and out of her, again and again. Each time was a different experiences, the feeling of being one complete person was overwhelming.
She was his. He was hers. Every moment they had fought together, laughed together, cried together, was all worth it. The argued like cats and dogs, but he was her best friend. She loved him. And she hoped that was enough for him.
“Yato!” she cried, as she picked up his pace, her legs were wrapped around his waist, her fingers lost in his mane. She couldn’t remember what it was like before this moment, what it felt like to be normal, what it felt like without him.
He called her name; sweat dripping off his brow as he felt close to the end. She cried out again and again, feeling the build up in her stomach. They were both going to cum, their moans mixing into the air, a melody of cries that was so scenic.
“Hiyori, I can’t-“
“Me neither.”
Hiyori’s body shook, any control she had left was completely gone as Yato finished, his own grunting voice last a few seconds before he collapsed on top of her. He was still inside of her as she quivered around him, holding him close as she rode the wave down.
“Oh my gods,” she said, breathless.
“Wow” he replied, pulling out of her slowly, as she noted the loss of contact upset her, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, laying his head on her shoulder. They both couldn’t breathe properly, the silence causing her to want to burst out laughing. There was absolutely nobody happier in the world than the two of them and there was no way they would make this awkward.
“Is that what you had planned when you came to talk to me?” she asked, shimming her naked body underneath the comforter. He followed her, lying on her soft pillow and facing her.
“Was THIS my plan?” he laughed, motioning towards them. “I can’t say this was, no. I never thought in a million years…”
She frowned and flicked his nose lightly, saying, “I hate that you aren’t confident in yourself, Yato.”
“Are you saying that you’ve thought about doing this with me before?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
She blushed, which seemed so ridiculous now, and hid her face in the crook of her arm. She didn’t say anything but he reached towards her back, drawing little circles on it. The little show of affection made her so happy, she doubt he would ever know how much.
“I love you, Yato.”
She felt him halt his drawing. She lifted up her face slightly, so just her eyes were uncovered, and glanced at him. His blue eyes were widened, staring at her so intently that she felt scared. Not in fear or horror, just scared for what he was thinking. Had she never said those words out loud? Had he truly never realized what she felt for him?
His bottom lip quivered and she knew how sensitive he was, especially for a boy who had been forced into abusive love all his life. She kissed his bottom lip, running a finger along his eyelashes to stop him from crying. She knew they were joyful tears, much like when she gave him his shrine, and she was so content that she could make him a happy god.
She pushed her body into his, letting him wrap his arms around her while her face was in his chest. His face was molded into her hair and he was holding on so tight. It was a pure state of bliss, for both of them. Holding each other in their arms was something Yato had only dreamed of, and the reality of it made him want to scream and cry and dance. It was unbelievable.
“Hey, Hiyori? Have you seen Yato anywhere? He’s miss-AGGGGHHHHH OH MY GOD!!!!!!”
A voice produced itself from the still open window, the clank of a blonde headed boy crashing downwards after spotting the two naked bodies underneath the blanket was very apparent, repeating the words over and over again “my eyes! My eyes!” Hiyori was absolutely mortified, but could only scream out one thing to try and defuse her anger.
“DOESN’T ANYBODY KNOCK ANYMORE!!!????”