Anonymous said:
can I request some nsfw with Yato being seme from the bottom
Rating: Explicit/NSFW Fandom: Noragami Ship: Yato/Yukine Word Count: 704 Contains: riding, dominance, begging, a little overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, when you said seme i ran with it, yukine is being utterly dominated by his god Comment: too much drama today so heres some smut in apology to my readers (and also a passive aggressive jab to those that dont like me) ♥
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Yato grips the backs of Yukine’s arms tightly, holds him in place above him. Yukine’s moans are almost pained as he undulates above him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Yato’s name is spilling forth from his lips like a prayer and the god revels in it, rocks up into him roughly and pulls notes of an unwritten song, a capella and resonating in his shinki’s chest.
Yukine is bowed above him, his hips working desperately, his shoulder blades knotting together as Yato holds his arms in place, forces his hands to twist into the sheets on either side of his head.
“Y-Yato—” Yukine moans, and it sounds almost agonized as his back arches downwards, his hips rutting. He’s desperate for friction, cock leaking pre-cum onto Yato’s stomach in droplets, smearing when he accidently rubs his erection against the skin.
Yato won’t touch him, won’t allow him to touch himself. It’s pure agony.
If there were a Hell, it would be here, perched atop the God of Calamity, with hips rocking into him relentlessly and hands holding him where he is. This is a position of power he doesn’t have. He’s not in control, Yato is. As Yato thrusts up into him, however, he doesn’t care that he’s powerless, simply rolls with the punches that is the pleasure coursing through him, playing his vocal chords like a harp with a tempo much slower than his racing heartbeat.
Pleasure hits him in peaks, crashing down like cresting waves and he’s drenched in sweat.
“Please—” he whimpers, and his pride is nonexistent, not when he’s this close. He grunts and straightens his back, rolls with more jerky motions, twisting his fingers further into the sheet in frustration and desperation. “Yato, please—”
Yato’s smirk is dangerous. “Please, what?” he asks, and his pace slows and the whine that tumbles forth from Yukine’s lips is absolutely debauched.
“Please—I need—” Yukine’s arms shake and he can’t manage a proper lift off of Yato, not with his arms held so tightly, all he can do is rock back and forth, and the motion isn’t enough.
“What do you need?” Yato’s voice has dropped low, and his eyes flash. Yukine shudders and bites his bottom lip hard, his teeth digging into the flesh, desperate for some sort of grounding when there’s electricity charging through him like lightning through clouds.
“Let me come,” he whimpers, and his head falls, his bangs hanging limply, jostling with the thrusts aimed into his body as Yato picks the pace up once again. There’s a smile on the god’s lips, mischievous and satisfied, and he releases Yukine’s arms, runs his hands up his thighs instead, feeling the trembling muscles as Yukine lets out something akin to a sob. He braces one hand against Yato’s abdomen, wraps the other around his cock, raises his frame until he’s upright, lifts off the god a few inches only to slam back down. He rides Yato properly now, bouncing only a few times with the god’s hands pressed firmly into the gentle and slight curve of his waist before his control breaks. It snaps like the base of a weak tree, in half, falling to the forest floor with a crash.
Yukine’s cum shoots across the god’s chest, painting up to the dips of his collarbones, coating him with pent-up frustration and pleasure. His hand slows and so does he, almost idly tugging on his softening cock, and his noises are light, but Yato hasn’t come yet, and the shinki’s lack of movement won’t make it happen any sooner.
Yato switches their positions, uses one hand to push Yukine’s thigh against the bed, the other arm is bent at the elbow, supporting his weight on his forearm as he mouths down the blond’s throat, reveling in the newfound moans his shinki supplies him with.
He comes soon after, deep inside Yukine, and the oversensitive blond shivers as he pulls out, as the god’s cum leaks out of him. Yukine looks utterly wrecked, with his own cum smeared across his chest and red spots rising on his throat, cheeks and chest stained a bright red as he struggles to control his breathing. It’s a good look for him.
