The next day started the same as the last. Hiyori was missing her clothes, and her bed was missing a companion, but her spirits were alive and well.
She even found the energy and motivation to try something different that morning. She leapt out of bed, selected a vibrant shirt from her closet, and touched up her features with a bit of color to match.
Her incredible elation followed her to her campus, clinging to her like she had been to Yato the past two nights. She could've sworn she still smelled traces of him on her skin.
Her consent, privacy, freewill and independence no longer belonged to her, and yet, Hiyori somehow never felt freer than she ever had in her whole life.
"Hiyori! Wait up!"
Hiyori came to a halt and turned to see her friend rushing to meet her down the hall.
"Ah, Yama-chan!" Hiyori greeted, grinning ear-to-ear.
Of course, Yama took note of her carefree, upbeat demeanor and had to make it public.
"Well, well, well! Someone's been quite cheerful the past few days! Does it maybe have something to do with a certain guy~?"
Hiyori felt her cheeks get hot. "W-what?"
"Y'know - the one you've been talking about. Is it officially official??" Yama asked, ready to jump like an eager dog.
"It's…"
Hiyori strained her brain. How was she supposed to describe "good friends who secretly pursued each other sexually, but weren't actually together romantically?" How was she going to explain that this man now owned her before even being formally introduced to her father? There was only one word for it.
"-complicated."
Her friend blinked at her. "How so - does he have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Is he too old for you?"
"U-um…"
"C'mon, Hiyori! Work with me!" She pleaded as she grabbed her friend by the shoulders and shook her.
Hiyori practically felt her brain bouncing around the inside of her skull. It took her a moment to recover from the whiplash before she could think again.
"I can't just be having a good day?" She pointed out.
"So it's not about a guy?" Yama pried.
"..."
"Yes! Bingo!" The blonde pumped her fist triumphantly.
Hiyori rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay - you're right. Just don't go around telling everyone, especially not my brother or parents."
Yama looked at her skeptically. "You don't want your family to know about your boyfriend?"
The half-Phantom cleared her throat and glanced away awkwardly. "He's not my boyfriend."
Yama folded her arms and analyzed her. "Okay. So you don't want them to know about your not-boyfriend?"
Hiyori groaned in defeat.
Was she just a terrible liar, or was her best friend an excellent detective?
"Have you ever even met his parents?"
Hiyori felt goosebumps against her skin as memories of her first kiss flashed through her mind. She gritted her teeth together, trying to wipe it from her memory.
"I wish I hadn't…!" She muttered under her breath.
Hiyori couldn't blame Yama for not knowing anything - the same way she couldn't blame her for asking so many questions. Yama only wanted answers because she was excited for her. Hiyori was the one holding back on her best friend.
Little-did-she-know, she was one wrong move away from her collar accidentally revealing her hickeys. With that, all her secrets would be spilled.
Before Yama could continue with any more pressing inquiries, another student was ushering her in the other direction. She brightened and waved back, but turned to Hiyori one last time.
"I gotta go - I forgot I promised to let someone borrow my notes for our next assessment. I'll see ya later!"
Hiyori nodded and grinned back as they shared one last quick embrace and finally separated. She watched as Yama hurried off to meet her classmate.
. . . .
Hiyori tapped her pencil against her chin thoughtfully. She stole a sentence from a paragraph, using it to add as viable notes in her notebook.
Flipping through the pages of her anatomy book was not her favorite pastime. By then, her brain had already tired of the subject. Even her eyelids were starting to get heavier.
Hiyori yawned and mindlessly turned the page. Her eyes widened, and she immediately slammed the book shut. With the book now cover-to-cover, she scanned her bedroom, reassuring herself that no one was around. When it was deemed safe to continue, she carefully cracked it open again and found the same pages. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest at her discovery.
She had seen one in real life - twice now - and yet, she was more surprised by some fake outline of a male's lower body.
Her fingers twitched nervously. She had to laugh to herself for a moment.
You're not in high school anymore, she told herself. You can look.
Her eyes scanned the page intensely, taking in every word before her. But only a few popped out at her.
Penis. Erect. Sexual intercourse.
Suddenly, Hiyori was wide awake, and her eyes were glued to her book.
Would they be going over this in class too? They had barely brought up any of this during lectures.
While these professional terms weren't necessarily attractive, the idea and imagery of them certainly was. It didn't slip past Hiyori as she was now gaping at the image next to the paragraph. The familiar picture of a-
"Ah! There you are!"
Hiyori squeaked and jumped out of her seat, using her body to hide the pages of her school book.
Yato paused in the open doorway of her room, completely taken aback by her startled reaction. He raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion when he noticed her tense, flustered demeanor.
"Y-Yato!" She gasped with red cheeks. "How long have you been here?'
"Just got here," he answered nonchalantly, inviting himself into her bedroom. "I was just about to-"
He stepped closer towards her, his blue orbs searching her face. He stuck his hands in his pockets and bent over just enough to reach her level.
For a moment, he noticed how her lips were a bit pinker, and her eyelashes were fuller. Either he was crazy, or-
"Are you… wearing makeup?"
Hiyori blinked several times, surprised by his observation. "Um… yes - just a little."
Yato didn't back away. "Hm," he replied without much thought. "Looks good on you."
The center of Hiyori's chest felt warm and light. "O-oh, thank you…"
He shared her same content expression, and she found herself in a false sense of security.
"Now-" he began, his smile morphing into a mischievous one, "what's this thing you're hiding from me~?"
Hiyori gasped and froze like a deer in headlights. She tried to close the book behind her, but Yato was quicker. He reached for it and pulled it out from behind her back.
"I'm just studying-!"
She attempted to use her hand to cover the pages, but it was too late. She watched as Yato came to the same discovery she had, and his eyes widened with realization. He looked back at her with his infamous shit-eating grin.
Her horror set in again, and Hiyori felt her face get extremely hot. "Th-that's nothing! I was just about to take a break so-"
In her second attempt to retrieve her book back, something happened that rendered her powerless.
Fingers were traveling her thigh and approaching further up. She froze. There was no time for her to remember she was wearing a skirt because he was already making work of her, tenderly rubbing her through her panties.
As soon as her brain was able to comprehend what was happening, the moisture was collecting between her legs. She held onto the edge of her desk for support. Hiyori released a strangled gasp as her eyes snapped shut. Her hand faltered, slipping from the book altogether. Finally, it was in Yato's full possession.
And so was she.
She made no effort to stop him. Truthfully, this was the one thing she was looking forward to all day.
Now that there was no interruption, Yato was able to pursue his findings. He continued reading.
"What's this?" He laughed in disbelief. "Sex ed?"
Hiyori struggled to answer between his strokes. She was beginning to pant softly now, and her gaze didn't meet him as she focused on the magnificent feeling of his fingers.
"It's... a-anatomy, actually…" she answered, followed by a pleased sigh.
"I see…" Yato turned back to the book.
He was mindlessly pleasuring her with one hand, and using the other to flip through the pages in search of something. He then made a victorious sound.
"Here we are~," Yato announced, then began reading aloud. "'It contains a vast amount of nerves, making it the most sensitive and complex organ in a woman's body.'"
He looked back at Hiyori beside him, who was unable to keep her breathing steady by then. Her eyes were hooded; glazed over with pleasure in her own little world.
"Are you listening, Hiyori?" He teased, smirking. "This sounds like pretty important information - you wouldn't want to fail your class now, would you?"
She could barely form a response.
"U-uh… hmmm~..."
He had finally given up on the book and pushed it aside to focus his attention on Hiyori.
"Y'know…, you can find out all you need from me~"
"As if…!" She scoffed quietly to herself.
Yato immediately stilled and withdrew his hand from her body. She caught the displeased expression he was giving her. He didn't like that. She was in trouble now.
Yato showed her his middle finger.
"You certainly know how to put up a fight-"
Then, her panties were suddenly being yanked down her thighs, and that same finger disappeared completely inside her. Hiyori cried out and threw her head back, losing all sense of control.
Her nails dug into the underside of her desk for support. Hiyori felt her body instinctively rocking with the movement of his finger inside her, and she could only whimper out loud when his pace increased. She was rendered speechless, and he was the one smirking now.
"But you'll have to stop questioning my judgment and learn to respect my authority from now on…~"
He loved always having the upper hand in their relationship. Hiyori was his little miko, bound to him and his naughty plans.
He really was full of himself. Lucky for him, Hiyori currently didn't have the capacity to think clearly. All she could do was bend to his will.
"Y-yes, my god…!"
She moaned when he pressed another finger into her. In an instant, he caught her lips and her noises were lost in his mouth. She melted into the kiss and held onto his shoulders to keep him close.
The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of her wetness, and his tongue scraping against her bottom teeth both sent her to the edge. She tried to spread her legs further apart, but her underwear was taut around her thighs, preventing her from getting very far.
At the same time his fingers worked, the palm of his hand was hitting that spot above her entrance. Her sweet spot - her weakness. The bottom of her stomach was swirling, twisting, curling and-
Snap!
Hiyori screamed and collapsed against him, sending them both to their knees on her bedroom floor. Her face was red, her breathing was labored, and her body was still trembling from the aftershock.
Yato pulled his fingers out of her. He used his hands to gently rub up and down her legs, coaxing her out of her hazy euphoria.
Her eyes were so heavy, and her skin was still flushed. Truthfully, he felt quite warm too. He yanked off his scarf and jersey, leaving him in his white T-shirt. Within the few seconds it took him to do so, he had turned back to notice Hiyori resting her head against his chest. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Hey," he called, grabbing her shoulder to get her attention. "I didn't say we were done."
"W-what-?" She blinked a few times, still dazed.
Suddenly, his hardened arousal was being freed from his tracksuit pants between them. Hiyori lifted her head and stared at him in bewilderment. She was completely awake now.
He only laughed at her reaction. "Don't be shy~" he encouraged her, "use your mouth."
If his father wanted to take her first kiss, then Yato could take her first time. And he could fuck the very same mouth that his father had tried to claim years ago.
"B-but I don't know how-"
"It's easy," he reassured her. "Just start slow - and careful of your teeth."
Hiyori swallowed hard. She debated if she was ready for this.
Just four days ago, they had shared their first kiss (which she was still learning how to do) and now, she was expected to incorporate what little experience she had into sucking his dick.
Her heart was beating against her chest when she positioned herself in front of him and lowered her face to his groin. She was staring right at it now.
C'mon, Hiyori, she told herself. You've taken on plenty of scary Phantoms, and escaped death multiple times - you can manage this one simple thing.
His dreamy scent alone had her drifting towards him - craving him. She started with the smallest, softest kiss to the mushroom top of his cock to test the waters. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes while his mouth was ajar in a silent sigh.
Those appeared to be all good signs.
Hiyori continued, her tongue mapping out the vein popping through his length. Once she reached the top again, she kissed it there too, before sinking her lips just over the first inch or two.
He tasted different than how she'd imagined; vague but sweet, like nothing and everything all at the same time. But she thought it only natural that someone who smelled so lovely tasted as such - maybe better.
Her mouth sunk further down, and she heard him let out a breathy groan. She felt his hand tangle in her long brown locks as he comfortably leaned back to enjoy himself.
She used her hand to make work of the remaining inches she couldn't take with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, getting familiar with his size and shape. Yato's quiet noises of appreciation filled her with more confidence.
She saw his eyes dance behind their lids while her head bobbed up and down. Her saliva was building up in her mouth as if she were savoring her favorite treat, which she technically was.
And then, Hiyori got caught up in the heat of the moment and allowed her confidence to shadow her judgment. She attempted to remove her hand from his length to use more of her mouth, but as she sunk just an inch further, her stomach turned, and her breath staggered. She withdrew suddenly, and Yato's bright orbs revealed themselves.
His hand loosened around her hair, almost cradling her head. He noticed her slightly sour expression as she rested her forehead against his abdomen. Her breathing was audible and heavy.
"My little miko. Are you alright?" The god asked out of concern, sitting upright again.
"I-I'm fine. Just-..." she answered breathlessly, clutching at his white T-shirt, "give me a minute…"
Yato thought for a moment.
"Here-" he shifted her so he could stand up completely while she remained sitting on the floor. "Now you, on your knees."
Hiyori followed his instructions and repositioned herself to stand on her knees. His intimidating length was then at eye-level with her.
"Better?" He asked.
"Y-yes," she mumbled, suddenly feeling shy now that he was looking down at her.
The corner of his mouth turned upwards. "Good."
Hiyori pulled down his tracksuit pants just enough to gain more access to him. He stopped her right as she opened her mouth again.
"Oh, and-" she paused to find his seductive blue eyes looking down at her, "remember to swallow~"
At the sound of those words in his low, husky voice, she felt the throbbing excitement returning in her body. His straightforwardness, his slick voice and his cocky grin.
"R-right!"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Never had she imagined they'd get this far and this comfortable with each other.
Hiyori lowered her mouth onto him, quickly removing her hand to then rest both on his hips to steady herself. She began slow, deliberate motions, but before long, he was being consumed and coated in her hot saliva.
Everytime he groaned or sighed, Hiyori echoed him. She released her own muffled excitement when she felt his fingernails gently scrape against her scalp where he was fisting her hair.
If he always tasted this wonderful, Hiyori might've just found a new hobby.
She picked up the pace and kept it for as long as she could, hoping she wouldn't lose her stamina. But she knew he had to be close by now from the increased sound of his moans.
Please, Hiyori begged in her head. Please, my god.
"Shit…!" He breathed out.
Then, Yato stilled immediately, and Hiyori was introduced to the taste of bitter, yet sweet. She stopped and waited as his cum filled her mouth. It was so warm and creamy, she had to have every last drop of it.
"Mmmm~...!"
Her eyes nearly were rolling into the back of her head. She obeyed and swallowed every bit of it.
Yato shuddered underneath her before his whole body finally gave out. His member was already softening when she pulled away, licking her lips. It took everything he had to stay upright.
Their chests were heaving, breathing erratic in the silence of the bedroom. For a while, neither of them spoke. Yato mindlessly stroked her brown locks between his fingers in an attempt to bring himself back. She sat back down, poised gracefully at her god's feet.
"Was that okay…?"
Yato smirked. She was so cute when she relied on his emotional validation.
"You'll need some more practice," he answered honestly, "but that was pretty good for a beginner~"
Hiyori's eyes sparkled with delight. "R-really?"
He nodded, sharing her smile. He held her gaze and brushed some hair out of her face.
"There's just one more thing I need you to do for me," the evil gleam returned in his features. "Take off your clothes."
Finally!
Hiyori stared back at him, and tried to contain her joy.
"Yes, my god."
