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synflux2025-03-11 09:43 pm
peoplewatch) wrote in synflux2025-03-11 09:43 pm
OPENš LATE VALENTINE'S DAY PARTY
WHO: Newbies, oldbies, everyone is welcome!
WHAT: A Late Valentineās Party mingle, since Valentinesā Day was over Kaiju monthā¦
WHERE: āMANTRAā, 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:
āTo my dearest friends and teammates,
If we havenāt 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.
Valentinesā Day is a popular holiday in Japan that was sadly interrupted last month by the kaiju. My current client is holding a belated Valentinesā 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.ā
A location pin comes attached with the invitation. It looks like Kabruās become more adept at technology over the months.
Follow the location pin and youāll find yourself in front of āMantraā 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 otherās company. What kind of Valentineās 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 sideā¦
What can you do besides eat and drink?
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 didnāt get the opportunity to have do much for Valentinesā 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. ]
WHAT: A Late Valentineās Party mingle, since Valentinesā Day was over Kaiju monthā¦
WHERE: āMANTRAā, 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:
āTo my dearest friends and teammates,
If we havenāt 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.
Valentinesā Day is a popular holiday in Japan that was sadly interrupted last month by the kaiju. My current client is holding a belated Valentinesā 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.ā
A location pin comes attached with the invitation. It looks like Kabruās become more adept at technology over the months.
Follow the location pin and youāll find yourself in front of āMantraā 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 otherās company. What kind of Valentineās 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 sideā¦
What can you do besides eat and drink?
1. DANCING š
The DJ mostly plays trance and synth pop music in the background but heās happy to take requests. On the dancefloor,thereās always a group of tipsy guests dancing their hearts out, some dancing alone and others dancing as a couple. Thereās 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 š
Numerous cushions are set out around the venue for guests to lounge in and cuddle. Itās 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 otherās company. Finding it difficult to relax? The owner might give you a whiff of her special perfume thatās 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 š
Thereās 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. Donāt 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 š
In the spirit of Valentinesā 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. Itās 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 Valentinesā Day?
5. PARTY GAMES š
Whatās a party without party games? Throughout the night, people will be getting drunk and playing local drinking games such as the Kingās 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 š
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 didnāt get the opportunity to have do much for Valentinesā 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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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.]
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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' ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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"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~]
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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 -
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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.
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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?
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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.]
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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 - ]
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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...]
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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. ]
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As for them in Songerein... it was much more innocent than this, that's for sure. Maybe because of her younger age, or his own inexperience, but he definitely wouldn't have imagined Hiyori gracing him with her crotch upon his face like this. Not in a dozen years. Maybe thirty, though.]
Mmm? Don't worry, silly... I'm not going anywhere.
[He's guessing as to what she's trying to say, but he has a fair bit of confidence in said guess. Reassuring her that he'll be here once she's done, after she's tipped over the edge is probably something she needs to hear. Certainly she doesn't need much more than his fingers thrusting into her again and again while his mouth laps up every bit of fluid dribbling from her entrance.
Though he does grunt with pleasure as she bucks in response to his pinching, hugging her tight against his face so he can go all out in devouring her. Her tasty is so unique, so delicious that he doesn't even think of stopping for a break or that she's essentially using him for her own pleasure.
Because he's happy as can be, knowing that he's making her feel good. Not a God of Calamity, but one of Love and Pleasure. Just for Hiyori. Only for her. And in turn she rakes her hand through his hair, earning a low moan as his eyes flutter up at her, taking in this unique viewpoint for all it's worth while his attention turns to her clit, which he sucks and nibbles on in an attempt to drive her over the edge finally. Helped along by the rapid thrusting of his fingers inside her.
If this is what it's like to be taken from and used, he'll happily do so every week.]
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Ah - aah - !!
[ that's all the warning he gets before she nearly pulls his hair out and she rides his tongue and fingers. riding out her orgasm until she can't hold up her weight anymore, until she has to pull herself off his face because she's too sensitive, just to collapse next to him. one leg draped over his chest as she fights to catch her breath with no success. her hair sticks to her sweaty skin while laying there.
feeling useless.
but sated.
and loved.
and very naughty for coming on her god's face in some random private room at a public club. ]
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Humming with delight, he groans happily at having his hair pulled (always a treat for him) and works her through her orgasm with everything he has while drinking her heavenly juices like it's the nectar of the gods. Because for him, it is.
Enough so that he whines when she collapses off him, forcing him to crawl after her in order to kiss his way up from her crotch, across her belly, past her chest and along her throat to her chin where he captures her lips and allows her to taste herself on his tongue. Lewd, crude, and totally perverted, that's him.]
Hehe... So... How was it? Good, I hope? I know I enjoyed the hell out of it.
[Grinning happily, he pulls back to regard her flushed face, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. If they can do this sort of thing for the next seventy years, he'll be content.]
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but, eventually, he ends up on her mouth and kisses her. a gesture that makes her squeak and eyes to widen and heart to hammer. oh, yes, her taste is there. how can it NOT be? it's covering the entire bottom half of his face. it's a little bitter but a little sweet, too.
very, very naughty.
when he pulls back, she lifts a shaking hand to cover her mouth and stares at him in wide-eyed shock.
eighty year old hiyori sitting on her forever young god's face -
or being here for another seventy and yato actually aging along with her... ]
Wh, wha- [ OBVIOUSLY, YES. she can't feel her legs, she's still trembling, she still can't catch her breath
and he's fishing for praise. everything he does is good. everything. ]
It... it was... [ there are no words. she just groans and lets her head fall back, body spent. the only problem is looking up. looking up and seeing them sprawled out on a mussed heart bed. ]
I don't know if I... can walk after that...
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And enjoying this is something he definitely is doing. Savoring the taste of her two ways while in the back of his mind he thinks that would make a great menu item. For one person only, though. A secret menu just for him. The naughty side of Hiyori.
Staring into her wide, almost bewildered eyes, he grins with brows raising in question. Silently saying "Well?"]
Hmm~? [Not that he gives her much chance to answer, given he can't help kissing her again, then her cheeks, followed by her forehead. He's just filled with so much love for her that it can't be contained.
And yeah, maybe he wants to know he did good. She should well know by now that he's never grown out of the craving for praise. It's one of his weaknesses.]
Good? Delightful? Fucking amazing? [He prompts her while beaming the whole time, though he does finally settle next to her with an arm draped across her front so he can tug her closer to feel his own arousal.]
Heh... Then I'll just have to carry you home. You can tell everyone you sprained your ankle while dancing.
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thinking about it again makes her tingle in places that are still too sensitive and throbbing from all that attention. all that good, delightful, fucking amazing attention.
pulled closer, she slides her weak hands up his chest and fiddles with the buttons of the vest he's still wearing. in fact, they're both still very much clothed besides her missing underwear but if anybody looked at them now there'd be no mistake what they've been doing.
especially with yato's grin not only gleaming with pride but with herself in the pink lights illuminating the room. ]
I, I'm surprised you don't want me to sing your praises about how good you are in bed.
[ ah. there it is.
not that she hadn't already sort of DONE it at his incense selling table. ]
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He'd keep playing with her if he didn't know by now that she's probably overly sensitive and raw to the point of more stimulus being painful or at least uncomfortable.
And that's not the name of the game. Making her happy is, so he simply presses a kiss to her temple while snuggling up against her, idly rubbing himself through their clothes to get a bit of relief himself. He doesn't mind being left hanging; he'll just have to take care of business himself at some point.
Between that and being so smug over having melted her into a satisfied puddle, his cheeks do indeed seem to glow brightly beneath the tacky lights.]
Who said I don't? By all means, go on~ I'd love to hear how you saw heaven while coming, or felt like an angel was licking you clean.
[In other words, praise him more. Feed his delicate ego and godly desire to be loved and worshiped. He certainly won't say no to such kind words. He's not that bashful.]
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she bites her lip, eyes flicking across his smug smile and his glowing cheeks and his glinting gaze. like he's waiting for it. like he wants it. yato can talk all he wants, but it's no secret he all but lives for praise (and hers) and he'll probably go bright red if she does as he wants.
no, not if. when.
using the bit of her strength she's regained, she rolls onto him and takes his cheeks into her hands to stare at him seriously. ]
You're a Sex God, Yato-sama.
[
okay, she can't keep a serious face. she feels her control slip and her lips tug in a smile before she buries her reddening face into his chest with shoulders trembling with laughter. ]
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He watches her expectantly, with a look that says it all: if he had a tail, it'd be wagging right now, eager for her approval. Having seen his past, she should know how much sway those precious words of appreciation have over him. He's a god, but he has his own weaknesses.
So when she flops onto him and pins his cheeks between her hands, he watches with growing hope in his chest until he gets exactly what he wants - to be deemed the pinnacle of sexy gods.
......
Except she has to go and spoil it a moment or two later by cracking a smile and laughing. The audacity...! His cheeks flare up with heat as do his eyes, although it's not anger, it's embarrassment at her losing it. Like he's the butt of a joke.]
H-Hey now--! Cut it out! You're not supposed to be laughing, dammit! I am a Sex God, okay?! O-Or at least a sexy one...!
....right?
[Just because she's decided to lose her composure, he hefts her up in his arms and turns them over so he can throw her onto the bed and straddle her, face bright red and only growing worse by the moment.]
Keep laughing and I'll show you--!
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it's just out of her character to say that. she praises yato in other ways that isn't calling him a sex god. he's a god of happiness, either way, and no human is happier than when they're with the person they love the most and having fun, having sex.
probably. she's pretty sure. ]
R, right! You're ri-aiii?!
[ that unstoppable giggling shifts, briefly, into a small shriek but is back to laughter soon after as she's thrown onto her back and straddled. ]
Y - You're a Sex God! [ and yet she's still giggling, charmed by yato's deepening blush. only made worse by the lighting, too. although, on her back, she's forced to see them up in the mirror again and her laughing hiccups to a stop. then, she grabs a handful of his vest and pulls him down to kiss him full on the mouth, pulling back to speak against his lips, ]
My Sex God... like my God of Happiness...
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While yes, it may be something she doesn't usually say, can't she at least take it seriously?? A little praise to soothe his savage beast is all he asks for! It's not that much...!
Although he can't deny being pleased that she's enjoying herself, even if it's at his expense. His ego will survive, despite his dignity possibly not.]
Hapless wench!
[Yes, he called her a wench. And he's half tempted to tickle her again to really make her laughter worthwhile, but he doesn't, instead pinning her head between both his arms as he slams one hand down on either side of her face, careful not to snag her hair.]
Damn right I am...! [Indignant, he's just about to launch into another tirade when she snags him by the lapels and draws him in for a much needed kiss, silencing his words and turning his breath into moans of contentment. That's... nice. It's always nice to get a kiss from her, whether it's soft and sweet or passionate.]
Hiyori... Do I really make you happy...?
[He barely whispers the words, brilliant blue eyes gazing into her pink ones.]
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this time, it's passionate. maybe a bit too passionate as her teeth dig a bit into his lip for calling her hapless. and a wench!! for trying to be intimidating but kind of failing for how careful he was of her hair. she kisses him until she needs air, so she's breathing hard when he poses the question.
back when yato was concerned about being a god of happiness, back when he avoided her for a month, she recalls promising to herself that she would tell him again and again, over and over until he believed her, that he was her god of happiness.
that he made her happy. ]
You do.
[ she whispers back, smile much more soft as she reaches up to cradle his jaw and rub her thumbs across the curve of his cheek. beneath those brilliant blue eyes and the hope in them. ]
I've never been so happy than when I'm with you.
[ with it, she's also frustrated and annoyed and embarrassed and sad too, but always, always the happiest with him. ]
Sorry for laughing, Yato. I don't mean to make fun of you or anything. It's... you do make me feel good. So good. And you are sexy, as much as you are a dork. But I love that about you. Your sexiness and your dorkiness. Dorky sexy, my favorite kind of sexy. Hehe. [ covers her mouth ] Sorry. I'm done laughing.
[ not done smiling, though. ]
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Passionate he can do, hell, he welcomes it after her giggle fit. Something to restore his flagging confidence, which the hot bite of her teeth in his skin does so well. He could never hurt her deliberately even in a huff, taking care of her is not only his job as husband-to-be but as her God of Happiness. Something he takes very seriously even now.
Which is why her words hold such weight and he periodically needs reassurances that he's doing a good job, because he knows he screws up often and sometimes makes her very displeased if not entirely unhappy.
It's something he's desperate to do better at.]
...'kay.
[Those two little words are enough to quell his fears, soothing his expression into one of contentment as he nuzzles against her hand, eyes lightly closing for a brief time while he simply savors her warm touch.]
That... I'm so glad to hear that, Hiyori....
[He knows he can throw her into a tizzy with his antics, upsetting her with his obliviousness, and frequently making her sad for various reasons, but as long as happiness is the pervading emotion, then the rest is fine to have now and then.]
I know. It's okay, I'm not mad at you. I know I'm hardly what you'd consider a "cool" guy most of the time, but so long as you like me for who I am, then I'm happy being whatever type of god you see me as. All I need is your love...
[Neither is he, as his lips curl up as he leans in to kiss her again, gently settling down along her body with a soft sigh of contentment.]
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