For Your Entertainment [discontinued]

Heat [Yae Miko]

Miko tossed and turned on her futon, feeling restless. It was that time of the year again, and one she despised the most; heat season.

It was that time where she feels like jumping onto anyone as soon as they make eye contact with her. Luckily, she had a strong restraint on herself and immediately shut herself inside her home the moment she felt the symptoms of her heat cycle kicking in.

She was frustrated with herself, she was supposed to have a nice date with Y/N today but her stupid heat cycle just had to ruin that. Knowing how it goes, it is most likely that she would be cooped up in her home for a while. At least they didn't have to see her in such pathetic state, she wouldn't be able to live that down.

While she could always ask Ei for relief, unfortunately she along with Sara had been extremely busy with their roles as of late and cannot help. Yae also has her own work to finish— paperworks to sign, but she was unable to do so in the state she is in.

"Fuck..." she shakily breathes out as a mind splitting headache hits her out of nowhere.

How can she be so out of herself now at all times? She has duties supposed to fulfill, and with a festival coming up she was busy more than ever. Yet she can't do anything but squirm on her futon, her tail swaying and ears twitching uncontrollably as she began to sweat from a fever.

Tearing the covers off her body, Yae unclips her earrings and headpiece. She sheds her priestess clothes off, throwing them across the room noting to clean it up once she's feeling better.

Her vision began to become hazy as her throat burned, she failed to notice the knock on her door with a muffled voice following after.

"Miko? It's Y/N, may I come in?"

The Guuji sprang to her feet at the sound of their voice, hurriedly going over to her door and yanking Y/N inside. With some unknown strength, Yae pushes them on the futon, sitting flat on their toned stomach.

"Miko, are you alright?" Y/N mentally slapped themself at their stupid question, of course she wasn't okay. Not when her face is scrunched up in pain, breathing labored. They payed no mind that she was naked on top of them, however they minded that she was sweating bullets.

"M-Miko, can you speak for me? Do you need some water? Tea?" Y/N sat up, stroking her thighs earning a soft moan as Yae shuddered from just their light touch. Y/N would be lying if they didn't find her absolutely ravishing like this; squirming, pink locks sticking to her face from sweat, and looking so vulnerable.

Their thoughts began to turn more dark as their sadistic side slowly seeped out. Fortunately, a whine from Miko quickly repressed it back, snapping Y/N back to the present.

Why did they have to show up? Now they must think she's pathetic from falling prey to something as heat cycles.

Yae's teeth sharpened and her breath caught in her throat when she noticed how much skin Y/N was showing with their sleeveless turtleneck. The veins on their arms pulsing as they steadied her on their lap.

"Miko." Y/N called again, brows furrowed in worry.

The Guuji was tempted to bite down on her lover's skin, marking them, claiming them as hers.

However, due to them being an otherworldly being, the marks she'd leave would just disappear after a few minutes. Leaving it unblemished, impenetrable. After all, they were a former angel, they are ethereal, on par with an Archon.