Yatori (one shots)

Lipstick

He patted the newly brought present that was wrapped neatly in his pocket. Butterflies were being born every millisecond in his stomach, violently fluttering their way around. The god wanted  to throw up there and then. 

But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He didn’t want to smell gross, most especially because Hiyori had told him he had this ‘scent.’ 

Yato hopped over Hiyori’s gate and walked over to her front door. “What the hell am I doing?” he asked himself. The god ran to the side of her house and entered through her bedroom window.

He quietly made his way to her bed, where she was sleeping. He noted her messy hair, parted lips, and faint blush growing on her cheeks. “Down boy,” he said quietly.

She looked peaceful, so instead of waking her up, Yato set her present on the table next to her. He was halfway out the window when he heard a sleepy “Yato?”

Yato quickly got back on his feet and walked towards her bed. He sat on the edge and said, “Mornin’ Hiyori!”

The high schooler smiled before rubbing her bleary eyes. “What are you doing in my room? Perv?” 

They both laughed at that last word. 

"What’s this?" she asked, reaching for the present Yato had placed on her table and turning it over and over in her hands. He turned away before Hiyori could see him blush.

"Open it! I got it for you." Once he had turned back around to face her, she was already holding the lipstick.

She caught on at his amazement and said, “I just really love presents.”

"It’s just that," she began, "I don’t really use makeup. What if I put it on wrong? Mother says-"

Yato had grabbed the lipstick from her hands and opened it. Without a second thought, he smeared the fuschia-colored lipstick all over his lips. “What are you doing, Yato?” she asked, although she wasn’t really sure if she’d want to hear his answer. Her eyes were growing wider.

He leaned towards her, closing the gap between their bodies. “I’ll put it on for you,” he whispered. Yato noticed her cheeks turn pinker, then lifted an eyebrow and smirked. 

It was as if he threw himself at her. At first the kiss was hungry, but then it gradually became softer, wanting to savor the moment. Hiyori and Yato both tasted the lipstick, but weren’t as disgusted because of what was happening. 

They broke apart, even though they both didn’t want to. Yato laughed at the sight in front of him. “Wow, Hiyori! Even you make that look good!” The half-phantom covered her mouth with both hands, then soon joined in on the laughing.

The shrineless god trailed kisses along her jawline, then whispered into her ear, “Happy Birthday, Hiyori.”