Hiyori couldn't help but stare. A small smile reached the corner of her lips.

What a wonderfully dangerous concept; to want something you can't have - to look but not touch - to be in on the secret.

"Hiyori-chan."

The brunette tore her gaze away from the god beside her to find eyes all on her. She turned to see Daikoku holding the teapot.

Oh no. She was staring at Yato. Did they notice?

"I asked if you wanted some more tea," he inquired.

She blinked, her mind refocusing. "O-oh! Uh - well, actually, I probably should head back now."

Hiyori stood up from the kotastu, fixing her ruffled shirt.

"You're leaving already?!" Kofuku whined in protest.

Hiyori grabbed the shoes she had left by the front door, slipping them back on. She gave her friends a warm smile as she straightened again.

"Sorry, I wish I could stay longer," she explained, "but my family will be having dinner by now."

"Well it was great seeing you again, Hiyori-chan," Daikoku grinned back, already standing to clear the table of the empty tea mugs. "I'm glad things seem to be going so well over there for you."

The brunette nodded in acknowledgement. "It seems like the workload will start getting a bit heavier now so I won't have as much time. But I promise I'll try to visit again as soon as possible!"

The pink goddess leapt onto the brunette, grasping her into a strangling hug. "I'll miss you, Hiyorin!!" She cried dramatically.

Hiyori only chuckled and hugged her friend back. "I'll miss you too, Kofuku-san," she managed through her strangled breath.

"It's not fair Yatty gets to visit you whenever he wants!"

Hiyori felt her cheeks grow hot. She looked to Yato for help, but he was just as red-faced and stiff as her.

Luckily, Daikoku came to the rescue. He peeled his goddess off Hiyori and kept her away.

"That's because he doesn't cause chaos everytime he leaves the shrine!"

The tall man pulled his goddess into the other room. Kofuku whined and kicked like a toddler.

Hiyori only smiled and turned towards the open front entrance of the shrine. She noticed gray clouds forming in the sky, and the ground was slicker. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to feel warmer. Then the god standing behind her remembered.

"Ah-" he remarked, "you forgot your sweater upstairs. I'll grab it."

Hiyori smiled gently and thanked him. Yato disappeared around the corner and up the stairs, leaving Yukine and Hiyori alone. There was a brief silence before the blonde boy spoke up.

"So. What happened with him earlier?"

"W-wha-?!" The brunette tried to contain her surprise, but her red face might've exposed her. "I don't know what you mean - nothing happened!"

Yukine seemed slightly taken aback, but he continued on.

"Well, I just meant how he was all gloomy and strange when you got here, but then he was suddenly back to his usual annoying self after you went upstairs earlier," Yukine noted.

The half-Phantom released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She was in the clear.

"Oh," she replied calmly, "I-I don't know. I just talked to him."

It seemed to take a moment for the Regalia to take in that information. He looked confused at first. However, he gave up trying to decipher his master's unusual ways and brushed it off.

"Pfft - drama queen…!" He muttered to himself.

Yato returned a few seconds later, carrying Hiyori's sweater. He held it out for her, and she retrieved it. She thanked him again.

For a second, their eyes locked. Pink irises met blue ones.

She didn't know if he could feel it too - her heartbeat racing. She saw his delicious lips move. What did he say?

"Hiyori?"

The half-Phantom blinked aggressively and shook her head free of her thoughts. "Y-yes?" She answered, flustered.

"I asked if you wanted me to walk you home."

There was a sort of alluring tone to the question, and his eyes took on a mischievous gleam.

He intentionally stood away from Yukine beside them, allowing for only her to see what he'd do next. As he asked her, Yato's tongue flicked out between his crooked smile, wetting his lips with anticipation.

And suddenly, Hiyori's eyes were back to his mouth. She was still in disbelief that she had been able to catch a taste of them earlier. He was practically offering her seconds. She couldn't refuse.

Her grip on her sweater tightened.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation. And no need for clarification. She knew what she wanted.

And what Hiyori wanted was her god of fortune.

Hiyori could tell Yato was withholding his excitement, but she still noticed the way his eyes twinkled at her response. She felt the warmth returning to her cheeks as she grinned fondly back at him.

"Then I guess I'll see you around."

The young woman blinked and glanced at the blonde boy a few feet away. She'd almost forgotten they weren't alone.

Hiyori smiled at him as well and nodded. After putting on his boots, Yato guided her out, waving goodbye to his Blessed Vessel.

"I'll be back soon!" He called without looking back.

. . . .

"Y-Yato…?"

The god hummed in response into the half-Phantom's mouth. Their tongues mixed together in a wonderful mess, emitting moist noises as they collided.

"I… should really go now…" she mumbled against his lips, but made no effort to retreat from him.

Her back was pressed up against the fence surrounding her family's home. He kept one arm above her head, leaning down over her to claim her lips. She didn't resist, and Hiyori even found her lips following his when he finally pulled away to look at her. Yato separated no further than he needed space to talk, his mouth still hovering over hers by mere centimeters.

The brunette was dazed, and her hands dropped from their place on his head to rest on his shoulders on either side. They were now breathing in each other's hot breath.

"So soon…?" The dark-haired god pouted.

Hiyori nodded slightly in response. "My train leaves early in the morning. And then I need to head right to campus."

"I can walk you to the train station," he suggested, jumping at the opportunity.

Hiyori almost felt bad for refusing. "That's alright," she answered kindly. "My brother will be with me. I'll be fine."

"Alright, alright," the god sighed, taking another step back to provide room for her to leave. "Just let me know when you get home, okay?"

The brunette nodded in response, but she never moved. He didn't make an attempt to leave either. They both stood completely still and remained no more than three feet apart.

His intense, unmoving gaze was enough to whisk her away to the Heavens. But she saw his small smirk, and the devious glint in his eyes, and she immediate mirrored him.

They were now in longlasting silence; staring, knowing, anticipating.

What should she do? She couldn't simply turn around and go now.

Normally, they'd share a smile and wave each other off. But nothing about this fierce tension between them said "casual." A hug was too friendly, and Hiyori was sure if she kissed him again, she would never be able to look back.

"Y'know…," Yato finally began, his wicked grin spreading, "I meant it when I said you should bow to me."

Hiyori had to turn her gaze away from him to contain her composure. In the midst of all their drama, she had completely forgotten about that. They were finally able to pick up where they had left off.

Her face suddenly felt warm,and she was thankful for the slight breeze that blew some of her hair over half her features to hide her from him.

She paused, mentally weighing her options. Seeming to have decided, Hiyori then took a deep breath, and Yato watched as she held her hands in front of her torso. She bowed slightly, much like she had the other day. It lasted for only a second, and it was sloppy, unprofessional.

The god sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, unimpressed. The half-Phantom waited for his response, but when she noticed his disappointment, her Cord lowered and wrapped around her ankle insecurely. He answered her questioning gaze before she could ask.

He tapped his finger against his arm impatiently. "Aren't I supposed to be your god of fortune?"

"You are my god of fortune!" She immediately interjected. "You always have been!"

The corner of Yato's mouth turned upwards. She was so adorable when she defended her loyalty to him.

His voice was low and husky when he replied. "So prove it~..."

That rendered her speechless. Only for a moment. She swallowed hard.

He held back a laugh at her visible shock. She'd only ever first heard him use that tone with her about two hours ago. He figured she'd need some getting used to.

"Again. Lower."

Was he ordering her around?

Did she like it…?

Hiyori closed her eyes, brought her hands into position and repeated her bow. This time, it was a full bow, bending at her waist. She paused and listened for something - anything.

"Hm."

Taken aback, Hiyori lifted her head, glancing up at him through her brunette bangs. She noticed his dissatisfied reaction as he tapped his chin.

"W-what is it?" She asked, finally straightening up.

"I dunno," he answered honestly. "It's missing something..."

Hiyori giggled lightheartedly. "Well, maybe you can figure it out in the meantime."

Yato perked up at her idea. He shared her smile. "And you can work on that bow for me."

The half-Phantom nodded. And to her dismay, she witnessed the flash of bright white light. The god disappeared, along with his sweet, enticing lips.

. . . .

Hiyori blinked, her blurry vision finally clearing. She focused on the ceiling above where she lay. In an instant, she threw herself up into a sitting position. The springs in her mattress creaked as she went.

The brunette could hardly contain her joy.

He kissed her! Their first kiss!

Did it still count if she wasn't in her real, physical body?

Ah well - if he kissed her once, he would surely be able to kiss her again.

Maybe he would even kiss her in other places too…

Her hand - that had originally been resting against her clothed knee - began skimming upwards. Slowly, carefully.

Her fingers trailed upwards. Up, up, up. Just until she nearly reached her-

There was a gentle knock at the door. Hiyori's nerves exploded, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She leapt up from her bed and turned to face the door. It was already open.

Staring back at her was Masaomi. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled lightly.

Hiyori felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. "I-it's fine - I just wasn't expecting you."

"So…," he took the free invitation to step into her bedroom, sliding the door close behind him, "how did it go?"

The sister felt her cheeks grow warm. "It went well."

Masaomi squinted at her, inspecting her. "You're holding out on me."

Hiyori froze and held her breath. What was she supposed to say?

"Should I expect to be seeing more of Yato-san?"

Her once-warm face now grew hot to the touch. She avoided all eye contact as she stiffly passed by him to get to the bedroom door.

"W-we should hurry! Mother and Father must be waiting!"

The older brother snickered to himself behind her back. He had his answer.

. . . .

The feeling she was forgetting something gnawed at her. She wracked her brain in an attempt to figure it out, but nothing would give.

It must've not been that important if she couldn't remember, she decided.

Hiyori sighed and stood up from her bath, draining the tub. She stretched her limbs and retrieved her towel from the bathroom rack before returning to her bedroom. She was passing by her vanity mirror when she caught sight of herself and came to a halt, entranced by her reflection. Curious, her grip loosened on the towel covering her body, and she watched it drop limply to the floor by her bare feet.

She was prepared to get down on her knees for him, in more ways than one.

Hiyori cupped her breasts and twisted her body around to see her backside in the mirror. Her hands almost covered her mounds, but she knew Yato's hands were larger. Would it be enough for him?

Was her body really fit for a god?

Had Yato ever even…-?

She shook her head furiously and slapped her pink cheeks with her hands, feeling ridiculous.

Of course he had; he had been alive for centuries. He probably only ever slept with other gods - ones with bigger busts, rounder curves and more experience. And she was merely a fragile, innocent human.

Had he ever even been with a human before? She had nothing to offer. And yet, why was he choosing her?

If her friends or family knew, they would disown and disgrace her. If the Heavens knew, he risked Divine Punishment.

They had all the reasons in hell not to follow through with their twisted, secret relationship. And yet, maybe that was the whole point. Because it was much more fun to do something you weren't allowed to do; you always wanted what you couldn't have.

The way she saw it, Hiyori had two options; she could take the leap with Yato and risk her reputation, or she could not follow through with anything and risk her relationship with Yato. She was completely damned if she did, and damned if she didn't. But if they weighed the same, she was only going to do what she wanted, Hiyori finally decided.

She collected some clothes from her closet before putting them on and brushing out her damp hair. She picked up her towel, opening her bedroom door to the hallway.

"You never texted me."

Hiyori gasped in shock, leaping backwards. She instinctively held her towel up to her chest - as if that would protect her from an intruder in her apartment.

Ocean eyes stared back into hers. His tall figure leaned smugly against the wall in front of her, his arms and ankles crossed.

She sighed in relief, relaxing again. "Ah - Y-Yato…"

It dawned on her - that's the thing she had meant to remember.

It wasn't completely unusual for him to show up out of the blue whenever she didn't respond to his messages. However, she did not receive the endless string of texts that usually came before doing so. It appeared to her he had taken the matter upon himself instead.

She couldn't decide if this alternative was better. Was it supposed to be endearing? Or was he exercising his possessiveness?

Whatever way he had meant it, it was undeniably attractive.

Hiyori swallowed thickly.

"S-sorry," she answered him sheepishly, "I must've fallen asleep and forgot last night."

"Hmm…" the god hummed aloud.

Then he lifted himself off the wall and unfolded his arms to reach one on the doorframe above her head. The half-Phantom's vision filled with a sea of blue, and her nose burned with the musky scent of his body mere inches from hers.

His deep voice rumbled in her ear. "Just don't let it happen again."

Hiyori nodded slowly, unable to look away. "O-okay…"

He maintained their close proximity for another few seconds. She anticipated a kiss next, and she noticed the gears in his mind turning behind his eyes as he debated it himself. But then, he retracted altogether, and the air around her was unforgivably cold.

"So what's for dinner tonight?" He immediately bounced back, reverting to his usual, preppy manners.

The switch between the two versions of himself was impossibly fast. Hiyori hardly had time to process what just happened when he turned away and headed towards the kitchen.

He was definitely toying with her.

Her fifteen-year-old self would be ashamed of how dazed and charmed she currently was by his advances.

. . . .

As she watched the clock on the stove behind Yato sitting in front of her, Hiyori tried not to dwell on it too much, but she realized they were alone together in her apartment at night with no distractions, and with each passing second, the inevitable grew even closer than ever. Her stomach was flipping upside down, and her head was suddenly submerged in doubts.

Would he make the first move, or was she supposed to? Did he even want this as much as she did? Was she prepared for this? Would it hurt?

"Are you alright?"

Hiyori's gaze was instantly torn from the ticking numbers. If she wasn't so absorbed by her thoughts, she would've noticed Yato was watching her with a worried expression.

Play it cool, Hiyori.

"Y-yes, why wouldn't I be?" Her voice cracked slightly.

Hiyori mentally slapped herself.

Yato gestured towards her bowl with his chopsticks. "You've barely eaten anything," he pointed out, catching her flaw.

She glanced down at her Ramen in front of her. She wrapped her hands around the bowl and held it self consciously. It was room temperature now.

She lifted her head back up to see the god. "I-I just…-"

It was strange: watching him walk around and converse with her like it was any other normal day. Meanwhile, her heart was about to break free from her ribcage.

What should she say?

"Have you… done this before…?" She dared to ask, her gaze already drifting again.

Yato paused, a bite of noodles still halfway to his mouth. He lifted his eyebrow in confusion, glimpsing down at his own bowl. "You've never seen me eat Ramen before?"

Hiyori sighed in mild frustration. He was so oblivious sometimes.

Weren't they playing his game?

"Yato," she began with clear earnestness, "you're not here for Ramen or text messages, are you?"

He lowered his chopsticks and blinked cluelessly, trying to make sense of what her point was. "I'm… here for you, Hiyori."

Screw it. He still wasn't getting it - and she'd wasted enough time beating around the bush.

She mustered up all her courage and looked him dead in the eyes. "So have me."

For a moment, Yato was as still and silent as a bolder. He stared intensely, as if questioning his next move carefully.

Hiyori knew her face was a dark shade of pink. There was no going back now.

"You…- really want to…?"

The half-Phantom bit her lip. His demeanor had completely switched, his voice so low and slick. She nodded slowly.

"It's just-..." she stuttered, "I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do…"

A seductive chuckle erupted from his throat. "You don't have to do anything - just lay there n' take it…~"

Hiyori's face turned red, and she clutched at her seat. He was going to be her downfall.

"Can you do that for me~?"

It was quite clear who would be taking charge in the bedroom. And she was completely fine with that.

Hiyori almost couldn't focus from the pleasant electric feeling that shot down her spine. And the twisted expression he was staring at her with made it even more difficult.

"I… think so…" she replied, just loud enough for him to hear.

The god's grin grew twice in size, and he stood up from his seat, abandoning his boring meal for a much more enticing one.

As he rounded the side of the table to meet her, Hiyori fidgeted in her seat. She observed him - with bated breath - as he knelt down beside her chair and took her hands in his. He pulled her up out of her seat.

Without hesitation, Hiyori allowed Yato to guide her to her bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them, not letting her go. She sat on the edge of her bed, and he sat beside her.

The moonlight was their main source of light; the soft orange glow of her desk lamp was too far to reach them. However, the pair of blue eyes fixated on her were brighter than ever.

It was quiet.

His hands slipped from hers finally, and Hiyori stiffened when she felt them rest against both her exposed knees.

"You're tense," he noted aloud.

She realized his statement carried a bit of a questioning tone. Hiyori swallowed and looked off to the side, her shyness getting the best of her.

"W-will it…- hurt…?" She whispered.

"It doesn't have to - I'll make sure of it," he answered honestly.

His thumbs began rubbing small circles against the inside of her thighs.

"If anything hurts, just tell me. And if you don't want to do this anymore, we can always stop. Okay…?"

He was looking into her eyes - her soul - with unmatched sincerity. The god spoke so gently, and his fingertips brushing against her skin sent pleasant shivers all throughout.

Hiyori hummed, both out of acknowledgement and contentment.

Using his grip on her legs, he carefully pulled her closer into his chest where he could hold her better. She instinctively nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his irresistible scent. Her fists found his chest, clutching his jersey. One hand continued its journey up her leg while the other snaked around her body to find the inside of her shirt and rub her back.

She sighed happily in response to his touch. Her shoulders dropped, and her eyes closed, feeling secure against his strong build.

For a second, his fingers briefly grazed the skin under her loose, cotton briefs. Then, just as he was treading further up the middle of her legs, Yato halted and slipped his hand away altogether. Hiyori then felt him brush aside the hair on her neck, and warm lips met pale skin. She sighed, heavy and drawn-out.

Both his hands were trailing up the inside of her oversized T-shirt now, and that was when Hiyori became increasingly aware that she hadn't put on a bra. He was definitely going to notice once he felt the bare area where her back strap usually was, but she didn't care.

He exhaled through his nose against the curve of her shoulder that met her neck. She shivered.

They'd fallen into a comfortable silence - with only their breathing emitting any sound - before Yato spoke up.

"Have you been practicing your bows…?" The god asked, his tender voice only adding to their atmosphere.

When he spoke, his tongue flicked out and lightly skimmed her throat. At the same time, his fingernails slightly scraped the small of her back. She silently gasped, feeling goosebumps forming across her arms.

She almost didn't have the mental capacity to answer him after that. How dare he ask her questions while also distracting her.

"Umm…" she gulped, trying to collect the last few bits of her sanity, "y-yes…, a little..."

Hiyori felt the lips on her neck turn upwards.

"That's good," he said, "I sense you'll be bowing to me a lot more from now on…~"

His mouth chose its desired spot, and he began sucking. Hiyori held her breath and closed her eyes, her hands clamping down on his jersey jacket.

He withdrew from her neck - which was now stained pink from his efforts - and dragged his lips downwards, her shirt stretching to reveal her bare collarbone. That's when he discovered it.

No straps.

Yato pulled away just enough to talk. "No bra today, hm~?"

Hiyori could hear the shit-eating smirk in his voice. She lifted her head, only for her eyes to falter nervously when she looked at his face.

"I-I just don't wear one when I'm sleeping!" She defended, red-faced. "I swear - I didn't plan this or anything!"

Yato simply shook his head and snickered at her.

"Right," he replied - and she detected a hint of skepticism in his tone. "And I didn't buy a pack of condoms because I 'didn't plan this' either," he finished sarcastically.

"Oh…," she mumbled, fidgeting with her hands, "w-well actually…- I'm okay if we… don't use one…"

She peeked up at him through her bangs.

He was watching her in quiet disbelief. When he finally processed her words, his joking aura fell, revealing his authentic, emotionally vulnerable one.

"Are you sure…?" He almost whispered.

Hiyori could've sworn she caught some light flicker in his eyes.

She nodded. Her voice was just as gentle, matching his volume. "Yes. I don't want any more boundaries between us…"

The god's gaze fell to her luscious lips, and he licked his own out of anticipation. He was already aligning his mouth with hers as his deep blue eyes became hooded. She mirrored him.

"No more boundaries…," he echoed faintly.

Yato swayed towards her. Hiyori leaned in too, helping him close the gap. Their eyes fluttered shut, and he grabbed her even tighter. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, immediately undoing his scarf. She discarded it on the floor beside the bed. He barely noticed as their lips danced together.

There was no other way this could've turned out. It was destiny that they'd met that day on the street, and it was destiny that brought them to that very moment.

Hiyori didn't think she'd believed in that stuff before, but there was also a time in her life where all-powerful gods were only myths.

However, they were very much real, and - as if she needed any reminding - she was discovering that fact as Yato's tongue slipped its way into her mouth and pried her open.

They were slow and dirty at first; producing wet noises throughout the room. One of Yato's hands came out from the back of her shirt to cradle her head and tangle in her long locks of hair. In the split second her mouth dropped wider to gasp for air, he pressed her even closer. His tongue sunk further and scraped against her teeth. Hiyori was tasting him, smelling him and touching him all at once.

The pit of Hiyori's stomach twisted wonderfully. She let out a strangled moan, encouraging him. He released his own guttural response into her mouth.

Hiyori's hand came to find the zipper of his jersey. She hooked her finger into the top of it, dragging it downwards until it was undone. Yato took his hands off her and pulled away from her altogether to quickly shrug the article of clothing off. He tossed it on the floor, but he didn't stop there.

Hiyori continued observing him - waiting impatiently - as he reached behind him and threw his shirt over his head and pulled it off in one swift movement. His entire upper body was suddenly all for her viewing, and she was drinking it up.

His arms were tough, shaped like small mountains when he flexed; his chest built with the beginnings of a six-pack; his fair complexion only tainted by scattered scars that were pink and long-healed.

And to think - she was only just getting a peek at a god's body. The rest was waiting for her just at the bottom of his V-line, inside his pants.

She was instantly throbbing and so, very empty.

Hiyori felt her patience slipping away, and she couldn't get her hands on him fast enough. She felt like a child; he was her new toy, and she couldn't wait to play with him.

Her delicate, slim fingers slid down from his shoulders, sliding down his chest and lingering at the hem of his tracksuit pants. He bit his bottom lip, groaning. Hiyori smirked at her accomplishment.

Yato was crawling towards her now, slowly, deliberately; Hiyori was automatically leaning back into her pillows. He followed her down.

Her back hit the mattress a bit roughly; she'd been too busy to catch herself with her hands still mapping out the god's figure before her. Her free breasts bounced under her shirt with the movement. The motion - and the sight of her hardened nipples poking through the white T-shirt - brought his attention back to them.

Hiyori saw his mesmerized eyes locked there as he contemplated it. She suppressed a laugh.

The man who loved the sound of his own voice was suddenly hushed.

"Go on."

Yato blinked and tore his eyes away from her chest to look at her. "W-what?"

She blushed and turned her head to look at the wall instead. "You… wanna see them, don't you?"

Yato almost forgot how to breathe.

This was the girl he'd been chasing after for years now. She wasn't a teenager anymore; she was a woman. Or rather, she was going to be - once he relieved her of her virginity.

If he had known that all these centuries later, she'd be waiting for him, he would've saved himself for her too.

It wasn't just her first time - it was their first time. Even if Yato had already done it all before, it didn't strip away from the meaning behind this moment they shared.

The god pondered for a second.

Yato didn't know why he was hesitating; he was in her bed, and she was giving him all the green lights, but he could barely move.

She's your dear follower. Give her what she wants.

Give yourself what you want.

Finally, he helped her out of the article of clothing, lifting her arms and peeling it off her. Then, his eyes caught them.

They were perfectly round and spherical, flopping lazily when she moved. He was gawking - drooling at the sight of her.

Her body was a creamy vanilla color; her flat stomach dipping at her hips; her rosy buds like two perfectly-placed cherries on top of her twin mounds.

Yato scoffed. His head dropped, only allowing her to see the raven-colored hair hanging over his face. He shook his head in disbelief.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he muttered to himself.

"W-what's wrong?"

Yato raised his head again. When he saw her slightly panicked expression, he attempted to comfort her.

"No - it's nothing! I just-"

He exhaled heavily. His hand caressed the valley between her breasts, his other supporting him at his side while he lowered himself on top of her. His mouth rested against her ear; his slanted grin grew when he felt her heartbeat increase.

His voice lowered a few octaves. "If it was a choice between seeing the sun or your body ever again," he began, nibbling at her earlobe, "I would live the rest of my days in absolute darkness…~"

Yato didn't give her any time to react or respond after that. Suddenly, his hot, wet mouth was claiming her breast, the other being kneaded thoroughly with his hand. She cried out, bringing music to his ears. He felt one hand nearly pulling his hair out, and her other grabbing his shoulder.

Hiyori was busy enjoying the feeling of his tongue swirling around her nipple when a new sensation overcame her. She swore it had been his hand down there, but both his hands were already occupied. A whooshing feeling swept in her stomach.

It was him.

Their bodies were aligned against each other's now, and his hips were rocking against hers. His erection rubbed up and down her clothed center. She threw her head back and let out an unfiltered moan, her chin pointing towards the air.

Yato groaned deep from his throat, catching her nipple between his teeth. He continued kissing, sucking and biting anywhere he could reach on her, marking his territory.

No father of his was going to get the chance. This human girl was his.

It was suddenly very miserably hot in that room.

Hiyori raised her hips, intending to get more friction, but Yato had enough already. He took his chance to yank off her pants, along with her underwear. She cried out, mostly surprised.

She was completely naked underneath him now; not a single hair hid her entrance from him, and the inside of her thighs were slick from her own lubricant.

It was something he'd seen a thousand times in his wildest dreams. But nothing could prepare him for the reality of it.

He gazed shamelessly upon the truly endless beauty before him and wondered just what the Heavens were thinking when they created such a body for a mere mortal who would one day be gone with all her physical blessings.

He thought how lucky she was to be graced by a god's touch against her bare skin. And with every taste of her, she would be reborn again.

He needed to be buried deep inside her. Not just physically - he needed their bodies and souls to combine into one single being. Only then could he reach total existential bliss. But for now, sex would have to be the closest thing to that.

Yato massaged her body, rubbing his palms up and down her figure. Then, one hand went down further. His thumb stroked her center, finding the line right down her vagina and dipping his index finger in.

They both cringed. Hiyori cried out, her eyes clamped shut and her teeth grinded against each other.

This was the first time a man had ever been in her bed. And to think - it was a man who she rescued from a bus' path in the street all those years ago. They were just strangers then.

He kept her at arm's length, argued with her and always brushed her off. He had been invasive, cold and irresponsible too.

She wasn't wet enough. Yato could barely move his fingers further than the knuckles, but he kept at the terribly slow pace and tried not to overwhelm her.

The pressure was unusual; bordering on pain. Hiyori attempted to calm her nerves and focused on her breathing.

"Hiyori…?" His soft voice called out. "Open your eyes…"

She felt a hand against her face. Sensing it was safe, she did as she was told. Pink irises revealed themselves.

"Relax…" he told her, his eyes boring into hers.

"It's just us…," he comforted, continuing his little strokes. "It's just me…"

'It's just me…'

Yeah…

This man wasn't a stranger. This was her god of fortune.

He was caring, genuine and selfless. He was the one she fell for - the one who saved her from her own doom when she strayed too far from her humanity. He was worth crossing the line for.

Hiyori released the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Yato came down to capture her lips, his tongue swirling around hers. She held him by the shoulders and gave in. Finally, she felt his finger sink deeper into her.

Another finger joined the first.

She loudly muled into his mouth. Yato receded from the kiss and chuckled aloud as she clutched onto him for dear life. Her legs instinctively separating themselves to invite his touch.

"See~?" The god mused with a wide smile. "You have nothing to worry about. Your body knows what it wants…~"

Hiyori was panting as his fingers pressed into her, pulled out, then lunged back in.

"Y-Yato…~" she begged, her voice filled with want and need. "P-please…-!"

"Not yet."

A third finger disappeared inside her.

"O-oooh….~"

Her breathing was more erratic, and her legs trembled against him. But all too soon, his fingers withdrew from her. She whimpered, both from disappointment and from loss of contact.

"I know - I know," Yato answered, quickly pulling down and stepping out of his pants and boxers.

His hardened length sprung freely as he knelt down between her legs again.

Her eyes widened at the intimidating view in front of her. She swallowed hard and bit her lip.

No wonder he talked so much.

He was definitely bigger than average...

Were all gods this size?

"Hiyori."

Hiyori's eyes moved upwards, to his face.

And suddenly, she knew. She wanted this - she needed this.

"If you're still not ready--"

"-I'm ready," she interrupted, her legs straddling his sides, "I've always been ready for you, my god."

For a second, he didn't say anything. He only looked at her and smiled.

"And I've been ready for you, my dear follower."

He used one hand to guide himself to her core, and for a moment, they made eye contact.

"No more boundaries," the god said.

Hiyori nodded. "No more boundaries…"

Yato carefully pushed himself in until their hips connected.

"Ah…!" Hiyori's back arched into the air.

Suddenly, Yato panicked and cursed under his breath. He looked back to Hiyori, who was squinting and gripping the sheets.

The hands holding her waist suddenly shook, and his movements stalled instantly.

"H-Hiyori, are you…-?"

Feeling him falter, she peeked through an eye and followed his gaze. Blood was dripping down her thigh.

He was examining her, concern written all over.

"I-I'm okay," she insisted. "Don't hold back. I can take it…"

Yato bit his lip.

He wasn't sure at first, but when he stirred himself inside her, she gave him such a glorious reaction. He groaned, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. His thrusts started steadily.

Her cries of pleasure were becoming clearer and louder with every thrust, and he didn't have to worry anymore. Her walls loosened up for him, and her voice only got higher.

So warm. So wet…

Hiyori squeaked when his pace increased. Their bodies clapped together, and her chest bounced with each collision and motion.

Yato snickered, "didn't I tell you I had skills in bed~?"

So hard. So big…

"Y-yes! Yes - right there…!" Hiyori squirmed and whimpered underneath him.

All those years, she'd heard him comically brag about such things. Hiyori had simply assumed it was only his inflated ego, but now that he was in her bed, having his way with her, she realized she was sorely mistaken.

There was proof behind his words, and he definitely deserved the attention and validation he was seeking. She couldn't help but suddenly take it all back now; she'd never resist or question him ever again.

He knew what he was doing - he knew a lot about what he was doing. She could feel it in the beautiful, rhythmic way his hips collided into hers, and the undeniable pleasure flooding her nerves.

Just a little more. Faster, faster.

Her legs came around his back, locking him in and forcing him in deeper. His cock hit a sweet spot, and Hiyori moaned.

Yato was panting, sweat trickling down his chest and forehead. He leaned back down against her, using his arms to hold him at each side. Hiyori found his back, her nails digging into his skin.

They were flawlessly complete, and their bodies accommodated each other's. He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he knew if he was going down, he was going to take her with him.

Hiyori felt his fingers sneak down to toy with her clit, and all sense left her. She screamed into his ear as the coil in her lower stomach snapped.

Yato caught her lips, giving sloppy, wet kisses as he pounded into her. She was still unfolding around him when he let out one last groan into her mouth and stilled. He released himself inside her, his juices joining with her own.

He collapsed on top of her in her arms. Their chests heaved against each other; their breathing intense and heartbeats heavy. It took a minute before Yato could pull out of her.

He tugged the comforter over both of them and grabbed her into a hug. She grinned and snuggled him back.

"It's been… so long," Yato spoke, still catching his breath. "I almost forgot… what it feels like…"

Hiyori hummed quietly when she finally came back down from her high.

"W-was I… good...?" The god asked as he smoothed out her long, tangled hair.

Hiyori nodded and smiled warmly. "Thank you, Yato. It was… amazing…"

The god laughed weakly. "You are now free of your burdens. You belong to me now, my dear follower."

Hiyori was already closing her eyes, preparing for sleep.

"Yes, my god…"