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OPEN💗 LATE VALENTINE'S DAY PARTY

WHO: Newbies, oldbies, everyone is welcome!
WHAT: A Late Valentine’s Party mingle, since Valentines’ Day was over Kaiju month…
WHERE: “MANTRA”, an underground, alternative club in Neo Toyko
WHEN: March 10th
WARNINGS: Romance and shippy things, alcohol, hookah, suggestive things. Anything NSFW is to be appropriately labelled.

Around the 10th of March, Outsiders will receive a message in their ocular inbox from Kabru, the Outsider also known as @ rasgulla. The message reads:

“To my dearest friends and teammates,

If we haven’t met before, call me Kabru. When not on missions as an Outsider, I work as a freelance event planner for various businesses and private organizations within Neo Tokyo.

Valentines’ Day is a popular holiday in Japan that was sadly interrupted last month by the kaiju. My current client is holding a belated Valentines’ Day event and they would really like the Outsiders to come. There will be plenty of food and things to do. Even if you're not looking for a romantic time, I'd encourage you to come!

Please wear something comfortable. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Yours sincerely,

Kabru.”

A location pin comes attached with the invitation. It looks like Kabru’s become more adept at technology over the months.

Follow the location pin and you’ll find yourself in front of ‘Mantra’ in metro Tokyo, an underground, alternative club making waves for its uniqueness in the club scene. Outsiders will all be allowed in without much fuss. The owner of the club is a gentle woman who kindly requests that all guests take their shoes off and leave them at the side. There is a lingering scent of incense and the people hanging out in the club look remarkably calm as they relax; cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. What kind of Valentine’s day party is this? A New Age, alternative kind, apparently. The owner of the club wants to be promoting togetherness in a completely different way.

Thankfully, finger foods and alcohol appear to be abundant, even if Kabru would really like you to be mingling with the people! There is a bar with free flowing wines and spirits, and a table with hors d'oeuvres and small desserts as accompaniment. These can include sushi rolls, small sandwiches, crab cake bites, small skewers, chocolates, little cakes and tarts. Food aside, there is live music playing and guests are highly encouraged to dance.

Naturally, couples are also coupling up, but anything too raunchy is of course cordoned off to a private room. Also, ignore the people smoking electronic hookah at the side…

What can you do besides eat and drink?

1. DANCING 💗

The DJ mostly plays trance and synth pop music in the background but he’s happy to take requests. On the dancefloor,there’s always a group of tipsy guests dancing their hearts out, some dancing alone and others dancing as a couple. There’s no right or wrong way to dance and most people will not cast judgement. Give it a try? Better hurry, before some of the overeager guests try to drag you in.

2. CUDDLE PILE 💗
Numerous cushions are set out around the venue for guests to lounge in and cuddle. It’s highly encouraged, in fact! Especially after a vigorous dance session. There are people lying together in larger groups, and couples choosing to spend their time lounging and enjoying each other’s company. Finding it difficult to relax? The owner might give you a whiff of her special perfume that’s guaranteed to put you in a state of complete calm. It might even make you more open about lying together with someone else.

3. SPEED DATING 💗

There’s a speed dating round going on in one side of the club. Guests are numbered and paired up randomly, then given a short amount of time to get to know each other on a speedy little date. Don’t know what to say? A list of questions will flow in through the oculars to give you a prompt. (Please refer to here and here for some examples or make up your own!)

4. MAKE SWEET TREATS 💗

In the spirit of Valentines’ Day, the owner of the club is hosting a quick desserts-making workshop at the event. Guests will be provided with ingredients and taught to make chocolate or cupcakes, and they will get the chance to decorate it however they like. It’s highly encouraged to make something to give to your sweetheart or the person you admire. Do you really want to be the person eating their own chocolate on Valentines’ Day?

5. PARTY GAMES 💗

What’s a party without party games? Throughout the night, people will be getting drunk and playing local drinking games such as the King’s Game. Eventually, other games from the West get introduced by other people. These games include Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle and 7 Minutes in Heaven.

6. TAKE SOMEONE HOME 💗

If it looks like you're having a pretty good time with someone else, a helpful robot will approach you and provide you both with a key to a private room. Some of these private rooms are normal and some are themed, similar to a love hotel. There's no need to actually do anything raunchy of course. You could just cuddle up and enjoy the warmth of the digital fireplace! Everything one might need for a nice time together (condoms, lubricant etc) will be readily available.

As the event planner, Kabru will be buzzing around and making sure everything runs smoothly, but he can be stopped for questions or concerns (pls be nice to him he has anxiety). Characters can sit out of anything they want, but drunk and overeager guests might decide to drag them in.

[ OOC: I put this up so everyone can enjoy a chill mingle after the chaos of last month! And also because we didn’t get the opportunity to have do much for Valentines’ Day given the timing. Naturally, please label any NSFW, add your content warnings appropriately, and state your boundaries and preferences in terms of shipping/gen/being tagged by younger/older characters. ]

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[ don't make her use it again........

when he returns, she's running her fingers through her hair and blinks at him. so, he prefers her hair down is what she's hearing. w-well, doesn't matter. no buttering up will cool her irritation. regardless her hand falls away when he reaches up, not stopping him from combing through her hair. once he apologizes, that's when the ire disappears completely and she turns to face him. ]

I forgive you.

[ luckily for them both, she's remembered how to deal with him. ten years of having to be gentler with patients and normal people, yato doesn't always need that. there's a time to be gentle, sure, there's a time to tell him to knock it off. and mean it.

with the hairpin grasped in her lap, she lifts it and uses its tip to work on loosening yato's bowtie. ]

Thank you for listening and locking it. You may not mind putting on a show, but I do.

[ there's a pause, but her eyes are locked on his unraveling neckwear. ]

... If you want to put on a show, maybe I'll show you how I made the calendar. In the future. Some time.

[ translation: there may be a point she can be convinced to make a confidential sex tape with him. ]

[No, definitely not. His heart would break, honestly.

He loves her any which way, honestly. Up, down, in a side ponytail... Maybe it's just because down means she's relaxed and ready to tussle in bed rather than being done up for an outing. Once she grants him forgiveness, his expression softens into one of happiness rather than simple lust.]

Thank you.....

[For not holding his stupidity against him. He knows he's a pain in the ass a lot of the time, but that she's willing to nudge him in the right direction means a lot. He's a god, after all - he needs a guiding hand. Maybe humans don't but he's a far cry from being one, even if his immortality is gone.

Still smiling, he reaches up and helps start to undress his formal wear.]

That's all you need to tell me. Or remind me. I kinda forget in the moment, sometimes...

[He wants to honor and respect her boundaries, after all. It's not that he deliberately tries to push her past her comfort zone most of the time. Though her offer gets his interest immediately, causing him to perk up.]

Yes, please--! Whenever you're up for it. Until then, though... [He captures her lips again while one hand yanks his tie free from his neck, allowing him to toss it off on the nightstand.] ...you wanna know what I've got in mind...?

[ ah, yes, the hairdo pavlov response. hair being down means sexy times, ergo hiyori shines like he's a moth drawn to a flame.

well, if there's ever a time yato changes his mind about her or long after she's gone and he could fall in love again, she's prepared him for the future. for his next relationship.

that's not something she wants to think of right now, though. ]

I've known that for a while. It's nice to hear you admit it, though. [ hiyori has the good humor to laugh a bit. it's a running gag that yato gets caught up in the moment. since she can remember. capyper land, for one.

everything else, for another.

seeing yato perk up at the idea turns her smile more embarrassed at how interested he is in the idea. and when he kisses her and tears the necktie off him and tosses it aside.

her breath catches. why was that... so attractive...? he has NO IDEA. she doesn't answer his question for a bit, distracted. ]

... Huh...? [ just like he was when she was telling him to lock the door. they are peas in a pod. ] U-um. Sure?

[ do not make her think him yanking himself free got her horny on main, too. ]

[Honestly though, if any god could be taught to respond to a bell, it'd probably be his dumb ass. She shines all the time to, just brighter still when she's relaxed and starting to sweat...

It would probably take him another thousand years to get over her, though. His love for her is so strong, so all-encompassing that he can't even imagine another person, woman or man, that would capture his heart like she has. He, too, doesn't want to even consider the idea right now. Live for the moment. Carpe diem.]

S-Sorry... I know I'm an idiot who can't see in front of his nose...

[Sheepish and somewhat bashful, he glances away as heat fills his cheeks. Time and time again he gets pushy (or pully) when it comes to Hiyori. Only recently he's begun to start recognizing it when it happens, mostly thanks to Hiyori and others pointing it out.

Thankfully he recovers quickly enough to start stripping himself, shrugging out of his jacket and taking a bit more care to fold it before tossing it on a nearby chair. That leaves him in his dress shirt and slacks, looking almost as good as when he borrowed Kazuma's clothes. Maybe better because this time he's got a vest on.]

....? [Don't zone out on him now, Hiyori...! He tilts his head at her pause, curious as to what's got her so distracted.] How about I show you...?

[They can both be horny on main, as he starts inching himself down until he's between her legs, where he finishes tugging down her panties so he can slip them off her legs and sniff them, the pervert.]

[ given a thousand years, hiyori doesn't know if she could either.

forgetting him and ten year wasn't enough to start. ]

Mmm, it can be endearing... [ it's taken her a while to realize it, but it's true. yato's tendency to get excited about his own ideas and be passionate about something is appealing. for the most part. obviously, there are situations where it is NOT SO GREAT. for the most part, though?

cute.

almost as much as his blushing. or perhaps hers, as she watches him put his jacket aside so he's

yeah. that's.

yato looks really good in pretty much anything. she's zoning out, sorry. only coming back when he's between her legs and pulling her underwear off and sniFFING...?! ]

Don't...!! Why do you - !? That's not an incense, you - !! [ DEGENERATE OH MY GOD. covers her face and groans into her palms. knees pressing together to close her legs. ]

[Guess they'll just have to fall in love again in the next life, huh? And this can be the start of their new life - a life together.]

You think so...? [That perks him up quite a bit, as he'd begun to get self-conscious about his almost puppy dog-like habits. But he's learned that sometimes the only way to hang in there through the bad times and rough spots is by relishing the positive aspects of life.

It has so much to offer, after all.

Hiyori, for starters. Wonderful, delicious, amusing Hiyori.

Who he can't help teasing a bit with his uncouth behavior. At her outburst he laughs, taking another whiff before tossing it aside and resting either hand on her knees so he can lean in and kiss the backs of her hands. Maybe throwing a little lick in there for good measure.]

Hehe~ You smell great, Hiyori... [TERRIBLE, THAT'S HIM.] As for why... 'cuz I love everything about you. I can't get enough...

[Kissing his way down her front - first on her arm, then her knee, followed by the inside of her leg - he sprawls out between them with his chin resting on her stomach so he can peer up at her with adoring eyes.]

Got any special requests or shall I just make you scream with delight?

[ guess so!!!

and he has the gall to sniff it AGAIN. behind her hands, she softly yells at him kissing and licking her knuckles. saying she smells great. SHUT UP THAT'S SO EMBARRASSINGKLDJGL. no matter what age, hearing your husband-to-be say your

UNDERWEAR SMELLS GREAT IS EMBARRASSING. and CRAZY.

saying he loves everything about and her and can't get enough only just softens the blow of his debauchery. hiyori only peeks between her fingers as he trails down her body, skirts fallen up her thighs and spilling around her hips. she meets his doting gaze with trepidation. for good reason.

this is a roller coaster of emotions she's been on. every second of every day of her life. and you know what?

she wouldn't change it. ]

........... -shmmnhnnuhmn.

[ what ]

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[See, now this is where his inexperience gets him into trouble. He thinks he's being sexy and alluring when in reality he's just being a dorky perv. Dumbass!! But at least he keeps it just between them?

He totally could be a public creeper...

But he's not, thankfully. He's only a lewd punk for her in the privacy of the bedroom, where he can properly dote on her and show her just how much he adores her body and soul. Even if it means making her squirm and fluster like a teenager again.

It's so enjoyable to see her raw emotions, even if they're ones where he might get in trouble. He's used to that. It's worth every moment of of making Hiyori happy.]

Hmm? What's that?

[Blinking up at her, he inches forward and lifts his head to get a little closer to her mouth to hear better.]

You're kinda muffled, silly.

[ uh, he better keep it between them?! don't be a public creeper, yato. keep it in the yatori bedroom. or anywhere else private.

there are times where he makes her feel like a teenager again. flustered beyond a shadow of a doubt at his antics because there is one place hiyor is still as inexperienced in as yato and age doesn't help her with it. while she's gotten better, some things will always make her blush like she's a schoolgirl again.

SHE IS MUFFLED ON PURPOSE because it's humiliating to say. but yato has no qualms whatsoever about his preferences and wants. for the most part, hiyori isn't all that shy about talking to yato about it in the moment. but right now? what's on her mind - ]

I...

[ knowing him, he will be all gungho for it but asking it is still way out of her usual. asking for positions and tempos and angles are one thing. telling yato to sit down take off his pants, also fine.

finally, she pulls her palms off her mouth to press them to her flaming hot cheeks. eyes averted, hiyori blurts in a mad rush, and eyes tightly shut. ]

IsitokaywaitwouldyouletmenocanIsitonyourface.

[His days of panty-spying are thankfully over. ...for the most part. He still might tease her about them from time to time just for old time's sake. Otherwise though it's all between them.

He's grateful that she hasn't lost all her girlish charm, honestly. It's such a key part of her personality and makes her who she is: the girl he fell in love with. Besides, it's cute as hell and fun to boot! Seeing her cheeks pinken will never cease being amusing.

Though it's kind of a bummer when she doesn't even let him see it...! Pouting slightly, he reaches up to try encouraging her to remove her hands from her face at least a little bit so that he can make out what she's saying. Because as it is, it's all mumbled mumbo jumbo.]

...yeah?

[It's hard to imagine what she has in mind since there's probably plenty that'd get her all in a tizzy when it comes to sexy times, meaning he needs all the clarification he can get. Thankfully she gradually works up the nerve to answer him, though he can't help smiling at the way her face burns.

And when she exclaims that bit right there... Well. It takes him several moments to parse it, and when he does, his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. Is that a gift for him or her?Both, probably, if we're being honest. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he nuzzles against her dress with a big, stupid grin on his face.]

Absolutely...! That's the general idea I had, although actually parking it on me is--

[Fucking hot, if he's being honest.]

[ having a blue-eyed actual god smile down at you as you sputter your way through asking for face-sitting is a position she never dreamed she would be in, but here she is. it gets worse (better?) as he finally seems to understand what she's asking for and his eyes all but sparkle at her. this must be a god thing. the sparkling. it has to be.

yato all but looks ecstatic at the suggestion. yeah, she had nothing to be embarrassed about. is there anything yato wouldn't be up for at this point? probably not. it's all her that has her leftover reservations. at least yato seems really happy at the idea while she's still light-headed from merely asking.

parking it on him.

HE IS SO SEXY BUT ALSO SO NOT SEXY. SHE WANTS TO LAUGH, SHE WANTS TO CRY. ]

You give me mood whiplash. [ it's no use. she laughs a bit wildly, folding her arms over her face and breathless, chest heaving with her giggles. raising and lowering his head on her stomach. ] You being a total dork somehow settles my nerves in no time. But it's always been like that! I've been thinking about asking you ever since you prodded me for what things I liked but I was too nervous to say.

And then bmmf - ! It's all gone because you're telling me to... to park it on you. Haha...! Pff, s - sorry, I'm not laughing at you. It's just all so silly.

[Definitely a god thing with the sparkling. His just happens to be contained to within his eyes, bright and shiny as they are. Although to be fair, he hardly expected to ever have the prettiest girl around asking him if she can sit on his face, either. Hell, he never thought anyone would have such thoughts and feelings for him, being a God of Calamity that he sees himself as.

But thankfully with Hiyori that's neither here nor there. He's not a calamity in her eyes - never was, never will be. Instead, he's just the dumb, dorky idiot that'll be her husband in a few months' time. Hence his excitement over getting to do something new with her. It's true that anything would appeal to him; he's just happy being with her.

PITY HE CAN'T BE AS COOL AS HE WANTS TO BE, THOUGH...

How one god can be both hot and a total loser at the same time is a mystery for the ages.]

Huh? I do? [Clueless as ever, he merely gazes at her with a baffled expression, not quite hurt by her laughter but puzzled all the same. After a bit, though, he smiles at her amusement and honesty. That's what he likes to hear.] Heh... Whatever works, right? I'm glad that I can help you chill out when you're feeling nervous or anxious. And for what it's worth, I enjoy knowing the kinds of things you want.

[He huffs a little, still grinning a bit.] H-Hey! How else do you expect me to say it?! Keep it up and I won't let you leave until your legs are jelly and you can't even stand...!

[ there's a lot she would ask him to do. after this, she just might. hiyori just counts herself lucky that the god of happiness, not calamity, that she happened to fall in love with happened to fall in love with her, too.

HE IS COOL IN OTHER THINGS. THERE ARE W'S THERE ARE L'S.

he does, in any case. though she doesn't have the breath to say that quite yet as the giggles continue over yato's puzzled look. whatever works, yeah. yato has made it no secret at all that he enjoys knowing the kinds of things she wants. either as a god or a boyfriend, er fiancee.

surely he meant that to be sexy but she can only giggle more loudly, head tilted back. he's done it before, it's not that she doesn't believe him when he says he won't let her leave, and she's not laughing because she wants to keep it up.

but she is having fun with her giggle fit and yato must be, too. he's huffing but he's grinning. ]

I - I don't know! Don't ask me for tips on dirty talk! What did your media teach you?

[And he'll forever be game for whatever she has in mind or desires, because making her happy brings him the greatest joy in life. They're two screwball peas in a pod, perfectly nestled next to one another in their awkward silliness.

HE LOOKS EPIC WHEN SLAYING THINGS AT LEAST... Just a dork between the sheets.

Her being breathless was the plan, just... not quite in this way? It works, however! Happy Hiyori is all he can ask for, be it at his expense or not. And he can live down being a dweeb - that much he's used to. So he's all smiles while she laughs, although he decides to make her really work for it as her laughter escalates by getting both his hands on her sides and wiggling his fingers to tickle her.

He can't keep his pout in place, not with her being so amused. Just hearing her laugh was something he missed terribly during that awful week of separation. Now he doesn't want to let her go.]

Tch...! It taught me that naughty girls get punished, that's what!

[While his fingers attack her sides, he slides himself lower and disappears under her skirts, getting his face up near her crotch where he simply breaths on her to tickle there, too. Torment is the name of the game this time, it seems.]

[ just a dork between the sheets AND on the streets. ftfy.

yeah, the tickling puts her into a more fits of unfettered, louder, brighter laughter. coupled with squirming beneath him and pushing at his hands to make him stop. to anyone walking by this room, they'd probably raise their eyebrows at the noises. at what the heck is happening on the other side of the door.

answer: fun. an engaged couple playing around. ]

I'm not being naugh - ! Ah.

[ all of a sudden, hiyori's next laugh isn't a laugh at all but a gasp. it's not so much a tickle as his usual teasing. mindless, her hands fly down between her legs and under her skirts to roughly shove her fingers into his hair. there are some more breathless sounds, but the mood has shifted with his warm breath washing over her overheated, sensitive folds. ]

Wh, what? Not going to say anything about my underwear this time...?

[ hiyori comments, idly but winded. for the record, it was the first pair she wore. the one he liked the color of and put her into giggles THAT time, too. after the wrestling match. the see-through pair she said she was going to wear again. and lo' ]

[Okay true, true. 100% dork all the time, that's him.

After all, only the dorkiest of dweebs would swing from naughty sexy times to pure childish delight at being able to tickle his love and make her burst into a fit of laughter. But that's what he does, face glowing as bright as the sun itself at being able to make her smile and laugh and hopefully feel wanted and loved.

He doesn't care one iota what anyone else thinks; her joy is all that matters. His own, too.]

Mmm... You are, though. Teasing a god is a dangerous game..... One where you might find yourself on the losing end.

[Instantly mellowing out as his fingers cease moving and resort instead to holding her firmly in place, he grunts softly at the hands weaving through his hair while he breathes over her entrance some more. The scent is enough to make his toes wiggle in his socks while he inches forward.]

Smells nice? But no, I appreciate them, honestly. I should've taken my time and enjoyed them more.

[He was a bit hasty in removing them this go around. But now that they're off her, he makes good use of her bareness to grab her clit with his teeth, rolling it between them gently while his nails rake over her sides through the dress.]

[ wouldn't have it any other way.

in this moment, she does. in so many moments it'd be impossible to count them all, she does.

teasing a god might be a dangerous game, but she doesn't think she'd lose that easily. maybe that might make her naughty, though. you probably aren't supposed to mess with a god.

but she is supposed to mess with yato so it evens out.

the continued hot breath between her legs is already driving her a bit mad. he's definitely teasing her back. though she pulls on a handful of hair for his "smells nice" comment. more reflexive than anything. it's not like her frustration lasts that long. she throws her head back with a soft cry, forgetting her laughter, her question to sit on his face, and everything else with that one action.

yato hardly ever takes his time with anything. least of all her. the torment and teasing winds her up in an instant and she stares upward in a daze at the giant bouquet of roses dangling above them. that's pretty. and then there's - ]

Nh...?

[ a mirror, reflecting the view of them both from up high.

oh.

oh no.

her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him deeper into her so he can't look up and see for himself. ]

[Because he's her loving dork.

"Let sleeping gods lie" is one of those sayings (it is, right?) that warn against messing with the deities guarding her world. But then, if he were to be left alone, he would probably wither away from neglect and loneliness. So it's good that he has her to tease him and draw him out of his shell, such as it is.

After all, he'd never have dared do this back when they first met. To stick his face between her legs and breathe her scent like it's air itself, groaning lowly as he toys with her ever so gently. She's right, of course, about him rarely taking his time. He's always go go go, desperate for the next thing, to enjoy what he can, while he can.

This time, however... He intends to make her squirm. Feel every last tug and nip and lick until she's a sobbing wreck. So his hands move from her waist to her thighs, gently feeling over them when she abruptly tugs him in closer, much to his shock.]

Mmph?!

[Not that he's objecting, but it's so uncharacteristic of her to be pushy with these things...! Immediately, he peers up to regard her expression, noting that she's gazing away from him. Thankfully for her, though, he thinks nothing of it and instead heeds her non-verbal request by delving in deeper, tongue exploring her folds while he pushes her legs wider apart, unknowingly giving her a better view in the mirror of him eating her out.

Enjoy the show, Hiyori~]

[ hiyori can now (un)fortunately witness her face when tossed into the throes of lust and sex. how her lips part and eyes lid before her focus goes hazy. this might be the first time yato has well and truly taken his time down between her legs. he hasn't let his tongue drag through her, taking minutes instead of seconds to lick from bottom to top.

helpless, her legs fall open around his head and she can see the mop of his darker hair reflected back at her and making the sensations all the more pointed. his fingers dig into the sensitive inner thigh of her leg, prying her open for his tongue and lips. she's panting when he takes to sucking at different spots. sometimes directly on her, sometimes not. that makes her whine and clench into his hair.

it's so slow and so torturous and so good. she can feel everything. so much. too much. his breath, the hot and wet muscle of his tongue, every time he drools and lets his saliva drop onto her clit like it's a damn target - quickly growing cold in the air until his mouth surrounds her for another round. neverending and there's another drag of his tongue so that her thighs spasm around his head, slick dribbling out of her to meet his thorough devouring.

now, now she gets why they call it eating out. he's eating her. he wasn't kidding when he said he could eat her. half-ayakashi yato is here.

a moan breaks in her throat. there's some value to doing it this way. hiyori provides yato an endless feast to sup on for as long as he wants. until hiyori can't take it. until either of them remember what they talked about before he buried his nose in her slit. ]

Y - you're... driving me... crazy... please -

[Most of the time he's just so eager to get Hiyori worked up into a lustful frenzy that he doesn't even think to take his time. But this go around, he's putting a lot more thought and care into his attentions, keen on making his love for her known in every way possible.

After the incident with the doujinshi, he's been more receptive to her moods and desires, trying to anticipate them as best a non-mind-reading deity can. He may not be doing an excellent job, but given the way his tongue laps at her entrance and his fingers knead her thighs, he's doing a fair effort.

His tongue dips between her folds, plunging into her depths before working their way back out to tickle her clit, which he then suckles on greedily. Teeth graze over the bundle of nerves, hoping to make her jolt with pleasure while he gets a couple fingers slicked by inserting them deeply and scissoring them. All for the express purpose of making her wet and giving him something to lap up.

He really is devouring her, bit by bit, eager but patiently for a change. Slowly driving her mad while he savors every moment together again, something he feared he'd never get to do after she left.

At her words, he nods with a hum of acknowledgement and sits up to regard her with her fluids dripping down his face until they trickle off his chin, forcing him to use a hand to mop them up.]

C'mere, then...

[Taking her by the hand, he tugs her up onto her knees, Then, he lays back until he's sprawled out backwards on the bed and can encourage her to crawl over him until she's straddling his face with her legs, leaving her poised directly above his mouth. At which point he gives her a knowing smile and tugs on her hand again.]

Go on-- sit. Sit on me, Hiyori.

[ he works her up into a lustful frenzy this way, too. slower and, somehow, more maddening than ever. just a brush of his fingers against her leg could make her spasm. not only that, but they're both learning as they go. they're certainly equal on that. besides, everything yato did felt good because it was him. she never had anything to complain about.

is this what he meant when he teased her about him able to do more?

he's filthy - rather, his face is when hiyori's focus finally centers and isn't so blurred from him nearly making her cry in desperation. he's messy, hair sticking up every which way from hiyori's fingers pulling and raking through. he's absolutely debauched and she can't take her eyes off him once his hand comes up to wipe his lips and he coaxes her towards him.

without a fight, she bonelessly wobbles closer. sliding on her knees against the bedding until she's poised over him and she's looking down her chest, at some point bundling her skirts in her free hand, at him beneath her. if he looks past her flushed and starry-eyed face, he'll finally see the mirror above them too.

or he may be too focused on his drool and her slick smeared everywhere between her thighs. that knowing smile makes her stomach clench, warmth pooling where he's had his nose buried for time she lost track of. that look would normally have her pulling his cheek or poking at him until he stopped looking so smug, but

he's earned it with her quaking thighs and rapid breaths. ]

Th - this isn't sacriligious, is it?

[ follower sitting on her god's face.

what if the god wants it? gripping his hair again, she lowers herself onto his mouth. gasping when his hot breath finds her folds again. ]

Wh, what if you can't breathe? What if you suffocate?

[It's the same for him, honestly - he has zero complaints or gripes about anything they do together, be it the speed or intensity or activity itself. Every second spent with her is glorious and wonderful, making him happier than he's ever been in all his long, long life.

He meant what he said about being capable of so much more, both with his own hands and various toys he could get his hands on if he so desired. But right now they get plenty of mileage out of just each other. No need to complicate things.

There's no arguing his tussled state, either. He's a mess in every sense of the word and he wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes his bad behavior comes in handy, like now when he can drive Hiyori mad with lust and need. And yet all the while she maintains that radiant beauty he so loves about her, maybe with just a few curls of hair out of place.

It's only once she positions herself above him and he's had a minute to enjoy the view that he finally takes in the mirrored ceiling, causing his eyes to widen and jaw to drop. He certainly wasn't expecting that.]

Hot damn, Hiyori, there's a mirror up there! I can see us in it!

[As though to test the reflection, he draws a finger along her slit, eyes focused above them on his own movements. Mesmerized, he then draws her closer, until she's poised directly above him, allowing him to easily lift his head and kiss her folds.]

If it is, then I'll go ahead and punish you appropriately for it~

[Eagerly, with shining eyes and that smug smile she so loves, he dives into her slit, licking away until he's got her dripping with need again before tipping his head up enough to speak between her legs.]

Then I'll die happy and content, drowning in you just the way I want to.

[He's teasing her again, but at the same time he means it absolutely.]

[ hiyori knows the moment yato notices the mirror by those widening, bright eyes. the flash of mischief and delight that burns and the interested raise of his eyebrows. to say nothing of him saying "hot damn" on top of it all. she groans, this time in exasperation and looks away. he can see them in it.

yeah, that's how mirrors work, dingus!!

but that short moment is chased away by the stroke of his finger and, from above, he'll see her head get tossed back as his lips meet her lips in a kiss that's not allowed in public. they go back to how they were before yato pulled her up - hiyori being eaten out by his ravenous teasing. by his tongue, teeth, lips. by every suck, kiss, lick, and flick. until she can't hold her weight in her thighs and sits down fully on his mouth.

he may drown in her, but she doesn't want him to. even if it'll make him happy, please don't. but he's getting smothered. where he'll only breathe and taste herfor as long as he can take it. he's not fully a god anymore. he could die.

what a way to die... ]

C - can't believe you... thought about dying... like this...!

[ more than a little out of her mind from it all, she starts rocking against his chin and face. gasping every time his nose rubs her clit and bowing over until her hands plant above his head and her thighs clamp on his ears.

she feels a little ashamed but mostly so good. all the build up he did of before, slowly working her up into her frenzy is hitting a ceiling. maybe where the mirror is above them.

after this, he can do whatever he wants to her. if he wants to gag her with his cock, she'll do it. if he wants to cover her in more of his come, she won't say no. any position, any amount of time - if he wants to go until she screams - ]

[He's a bit of a dip, it's true. You'd think a god who'd been around so long would be used to reflections, but no, he's got to go and treat it like he's a kid or a cat discovering mirrors for the first time by waving at himself in it.

It's silly and ridiculous, but then again, that's him.

Then he gets down to business - paying Hiyori his full attention with both hand and mouth until she's writhing above him and dripping into his mouth, giving him plenty to eagerly lap up. Even with his view slightly obscured by the pile of her dress, he can still see enough to gaze upon her expression despite her head tilting back and mouth hanging open.

With her sunk down fully on his face, he hums with delightful pleasure against her folds, tongue darting out to taste her as much as possible while he breathes through his nose. This is fine, actually-- he's getting enough air to not pass out and all the while able to pleasure her with gentle nips and flicks of his tongue against her passage.

Her incredulous response gets a chuckle from him, deep and lustful. And with a kiss to her entrance, he tilts his head enough to respond.]

If I'm gonna go, this would be my death of choice, hehe...

[But then she's encouraging him further with the gentle sway of her hips and he resumes his previous ministrations, planting both hands on her hips in order to pull her down even harder on his face so he can get deeper into her depths with tongue and fingers alike.

They'll definitely have to do this more often from now on... Maybe even reverse their positions or sixty-nine it so they're both being smothered at the same time.

Just for fun, he lets a hand roam over her ass, where he pinches at her bare skin to make her jolt a bit and add some extra oomph to her rocking against his face. He really does want to drown in her presence, it seems...]

[ had she currently not had yato's face between her thighs, demanding all her brain power, she might've laughed at him waving at himself like he's a kid. because gods, that's so him to do that. it's true.

when he was in songerein with that other her, did he ever think he'd steal her away into a private room at a valentine's day party? that she'd sit on his face and whine and cry as he tasted her? did he think he'd actually be able to call her his wife? or that she'd almost sob his name from him simply humming and chuckling.

what she has to give him seems endless. ]

D - don't, gh...!

[ don't go.

but he's pulling her hips down and pushing his fingers in and stars burst. saying so much without saying anything at all. she can't resist, either. lucky for him. answering his quiet demand by grinding against his face, mouth dropping open into hard panting.

yato always makes points to say she can use him. for whatever she wants. hiyori often sighed and told him she was happy with him being yato. but

but there's no arguing he's pretty good for using like this and that he likes it, too. encourages it even with hat pinch, where in she bucks hard against his nose and decides to do as he says and just

for once

take from yato. in a way, using him for her pleasure. or she would think that if he wasn't VERY OBVIOUSLY enjoying himself immensely. one arm is just enough to hold up her body weight, the other pushing his bangs away from his face and pulls until she sees tears in his eyes since she's grinding and rocking against his mouth so much now, it'd be impressive if he could speak. ]

RUDE LITTLE SHIT

THAT'S HIM IN A NUTSHELL HAHA....

SOFT NUTSHELL

SOUNDS LIKE A KINKY EUPHAMISM

BIG SOFT NUTSLKDSJLKGJDS

HE'S A SOFT NUT ASKLDFKLSJD

NO BIG NUT

HE'S GOT BIG NUTS AND HE CANNOT LIE~

ALKFLDJGLKSDJG LFMAO please

I'M GOMEN

DONT BE

OKAY I WON'T BE THEN

EXCELLENTe

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