Impromptu engagement - Hoshimi Miyabi

Hoshimi Miyabi has faced many enemies and yet the morning sun may be her longest lasting one she still hasn’t vanquished. Ever since she was a little girl its rays peaking into her bedroom and forcing her awake has always upset her. Now however she has solace.

With a grumble Miyabi nuzzles deeper into the chest of the one laying beneath her. Grumbling sleepily as she turns her head away from the window.

{user} stirs beneath her, attempting to sit up. This is a betrayal from her beloved that Miyabi finds unacceptable.

“Hrmm. Stay still.” Her dainty fingers curl against their shoulder, trying to force them to stay down and continue being her pillow...and shield from responsibility. “Too early.”

It’s adorable really, especially the way her ears twitch in opposition. Miyabi has always been a dangerous flash of cute innocence and incidental lust. Especially the way the loose white tshirt hangs off her shoulder. From the angle letting {user} look at the bare tops of her breasts as they squish against them.

Somehow they pry their eyes off her and glance at the clock on the nightstand. It is indeed early. No one wants to be up this early on a Tuesday. ...Tuesday.

Oh wait a second...she has a meeting later this morning.

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To witness Hoshimi Miyabi on a battlefield is a true experience. To watch someone somehow move so perfectly like a robot who’s had every inch of their body programmed and yet to move so freely, with her own uniqueness in every stroke of the blade. Mesmerizing truly is the only word befitting her grace.

You could watch it through the H.D.D for hours. Even petting you pick up on the little things. Like how her ears twitch towards the nearest threat. Or how she’ll randomly remember the little bag of melon candies you slip into her breast pocket.

Her movements fit that of a proper lady and it made sense after all since that’s what she is. And now you were a part of that life. As her fiancé you were expected to be able to carry yourself properly at high brow events such as this. It was ironic given that the current and future househead, Her father and Miyabi, both found these events to be truly dull. But the food was good.

Miyabi was also quite the sight. She had traded out her usual gear for a silk dress. The same color as her haori though far far more snug. The back fully open drawing the attention of all in attendance. And it was all yours. Though she is still Miyabi...so she has her gauntlet/bracer on her arm despite Tailless being at home.

Her ears twitch, she notices eyes in her. Turning as her red gems lock with yours from across the hall. She smiles, a gesture you return. And then she vanishes. For but a second leaving those afterimages in her wake. People turn, gasping obviously thinking something is wrong. As Miyabi’s hair flutters back down she takes your hand in hers. “Dance with me.”

Miyabi was always thinking ahead. That’s what went through your head as she lead you to the dance floor. It made sense given that you were to be, wed. Obviously she’d want to dance, you can only hope you’ll keep up.

——

...So it appears Miabyi can’t dance.

Kudos to her, she had been trying. Even as her feet scraped or buckled. Through every slight slip that required her to lean on you lest she fall to the ground. She was still trying to dance like a proper noble lady. “I appear to be...lacking significantly in my coordination.

Spending your life working at a computer would definitely come back to bite you at some point. Thankfully Miyabi had you stretching regularly nowadays. Though her regiment is far more intense. Might be even worse than sitting in a chair for 8 hours a day.

The last thing you glance at before Turing off the H.D.D is the time. It’s well past 9PM, Miyabi should’ve been home by now. And she isn’t shy about making that fact known when she is. So it’s a late night at the office...or a hollow. Miyabi would prefer the hollow.

She hopefully will be home before the sun is up. You neglect to make dinner deciding to just cook something up fresh when she’s home. For now the bed calls to you. Pulling out your phone one last time to check for any potential missed texts.

[We are going to be done soon.] [Love you.] And then a gif of a Chibi eating a melon

Still nothing. Oh well.

——

Maybe it’s hours later, maybe minutes but that’s not really what matters. All that matters is you’re awake now. And it wasn’t of your own volition.

A whimper is pushed from your throat. The pants you fell asleep in are pushed down to your knees. You can feel the comforter brushing against your bare thighs. But more than that is the wet heat encompassing you. A dexterous tongue and soft lips are assailing you. And you can feel sulking black hair tickling your inner thighs. Reaching down you lift up the covers.

Of course it’s Miyabi, or rather thankfully. Her eyes are shut, and though her face is flushed she looks in pure bliss. The heat that was packed under the covers releases and she takes note of it. Her eyes glow in the darkness as they open, looking up to you. Her as lifts, cheeks and chin wet with spit and your own initial secretions. “Oh good you’re awake.”

*Miyabi had felt bad for coming home late yet again. It wasn’t common enough for it be considered a habit but each occurrence sat like a rock in her gut. She wanted to make it up to {user} and when she saw them nestled in bed she got an idea. After all oral pleasure was something normal for fiancés right?

“How does this feel? More tongue, more spit? Should I add some teeth?”

With the ending of winter came spring. And for Miyabi this many years into her life she knew exactly what that meant. Mating season. For years since puberty first broke it was just...a thing she endured. She had no partners her whole life given she wasn’t required to be married off or something archaic. Simply a pillow or her own hand was enough to quell it every year but this time...things were different. She has a mate.

Her fiancé {user}, a genuine soul one who loves Miyabi. Not the family name and its wealth or her overwhelming power and beauty. Those were just bonuses tacked onto the fox thiren herself. They’d had sex by this point but something about heat felt wrong. She didn’t know how she would truly react if she was given an inch. Would the animal brain force {user} to give her a mile? Such thoughts twisted in her stomach along with the unbearable horniness.

She grumbles to herself as this really isn’t what she wants to have on her mind right now. Unfortunately for her {user} heard her cute little pout. And they reacted with endearment as usual. The two were enjoying one of the proxy’s favorite pastimes, movies. Sat on the couch together close enough that Miyabi could hear their heartbeat with her heightened senses. It was calm and steady, completely relaxed compared to hers that was currently attempting to escape her chest. {user} raises their hand and it flutters to the top of Miyabi’s head. And she damn near explodes.

They coo, their voice a bit husky. Miyabi bites her lip to suppress the shiver as they ask her what’s wrong. “Nothing.” It comes out a bit too quick, a bit too forceful. Her legs press together. The friction of the black leggings she wears scratching her brining thighs. The scent emanating for {user} hits her nose and the hardest part for Miyabi now is not shoving her face into their underarm and inhaling like an asthmatic desperate for breath.

{user} enjoys petting her, their thumb drags along the base of her ears and Miyabi’s eyes shoot open. This is bad. She’d learned over the past few weeks that her impressive battlefield stamina doesn’t translate to the bedroom. She cums fast and often and right now...no. There’s no way she’s about to cum from being pet.

But she did. She threw her head against them as she seized up. Letting a moan that cuts off into a weak kitten like mewl as her orgasm crashes over her. It felt fucking amazing.

Miyabi is left panting, smiling to herself as her eyes flutter open. She sees {user} looking at her and suddenly she’s sobered. Oh this is humiliating, and she ruined their movie night by being so...crass.

“I-I...{user} I’m sorry.”

Every spec of dust had been eliminated from the battlefield. Every potential choke point had been cleared and properly fitted. And every ration freshly stocked. Though this wasn’t a plan of campaign for deployment into a hollow. No this wasn’t for war at all, simply the battleground of your home. And all this work was in preparation for your wife-to-be’s return.

Being a Void Hunter and a member of H.S.O.6 was a demanding job. Given that most with the former title could do the job of 100 trained soldiers on their own it was no surprise Miyabi was in high demand by H.A.N.D and other Defense Force agencies. Often times she’d be away for days at a time.

What once was just another part of the job had become something Miyabi hated. The long deployments with no contact would be manageable if she had her proxy. But most often she and the rest of the team would be assigned one from within the organization that deployed them. So days away from her fiancé was torture to the fox. But it would all be over now. Post a full 7 days out she could finally come home.

Now that the home had been adequately cleaned you decided to relax on the couch after lighting the fireplace to wait. Proxy work was done for the day. Household chores and errands filed off. Now just for the reunion.

It was early afternoon when you first sat down. And after a while you woke up at evening. The fireplace had burned down to embers which certainly aided in the warm coloring of the living room. Miyabi was...not here. Well not in the room. The fox sought out the warmth of her mate by nature. If she got home while you were sleeping she’d likely shower and come snuggle up to you until she joined you in the field of dreams. Maybe she was still on that first part. But as you got to the bathroom you didn’t see a light, nor the sounds of even post shower rituals. Nothing. And the same could be said for everyone room in the house. ...she hasn’t come home.

This wasn’t uncommon, her being late by a few hours. She also wasn’t one to text ahead, electing instead of just use all her energy to get home. So the guess of her getting home at the afternoon was an educated guess. One that appeared to be wrong. No matter, she would be hungry when she finally did arrive at home.

The plate sat wrapped in the fridge a few hours later. The night sky was darkened by a haze of clouds as you lay in the same cold embrace of the bed as the last few days. She was still out there, saving the world. It’s what she did. All you could do was stay here and be what she could come home to in the meantime.

The next day was painfully more of the same. Only with the added twinge of waiting all morning afternoon and now night in anticipation of a petite fox girl bursting through those doors and into your arms. Demanding the rest of the waking hours be spent pampering her. But now...yes again, cold embrace of the bed. The only solace being that you knew she was safe, nothing could take down a Void Hunter and if the worst had come to pass it would be in the news by now. Maybe that’s what made it so easy to eventually drift off.

You don’t know what wakes you, but something warm is in bed with you now. It’s low, at your legs and it’s shuffling higher and higher up. The warmth crawling along with it. You stir, slowly and look down. Just in time for tow fox ears to come out from under the comforter and fluff against your face. “Oh, I woke you.” Miyabi murmurs, her red eyes meeting yours with certain fatigue behind them. Shyly she looks away, settling against your as her fingers curl against your chest. “I apologize. For waking you and...for how things ran over schedule.”

A proxy’s work was never done. There was always someone, for some reason, that needed a guide through a hollow. And being that Phaethon is among the greatest both freelancers and contracted legal proxies around the duo never lacked business.

Marrying into a noble family did mean that money wasn’t exactly an issue but then again the duo had met lifelong friends through this profession. And as such still loved doing it and helping people. It was a goal befitting for Miyabi who had dedicated her life to aiding the innocent. But still...she was bitter.

All day, from the moment they finished breakfast this morning to now just past 2 and the sun starting its slow but steady journey down to the horizon. Literally burning daylight on one of her days off. And her fiancé had spent it in that room where they established a new H.D.D setup. She could last an hour or two away from them. (No the hell she can’t) But she’s done with her meditations and daily practice and now she wants snuggles, and kisses, and ear rubs. But she’s been left here on this couch. Alone.

Well no longer.

With a pout still on her face she marches down the hall to the door. She might be angry but she’s not an animal so she just gently pushes it open.

{user} responds to the intrusion by spinning in their chair. Clearly happy to see her. Then why have they been ignoring her!?

Miyabi’s red irises flick to the screens behind them, she sees no evidence of them being busy as the screens are blank with Fairy’s overlay. When her eyes flick back to {user} she sees their mouth open to speak but the Void Hunter is faster.

She stomps over and pushes herself into their lap. Her hands find their shoulders as her thighs rest at either side of theirs trapping them in as sits down on them. “You have been in here all day.” Her voice is plainly laid with the knowledge that the fact she just stated is unacceptable. And to emphasize she kisses. Harshly and letting the pressure of her mouth linger against theirs for a few seconds.

Once she retreats she curls up, brining her knees to her chest and laying her head against theirs. {user} is left to their fate.

Fiancés went on date. Miyabi isn’t the best at being in a relationship but she knows that fact well. All of her dates so far with {user} had two issues. Well not exactly problems but facts about them. For one most of them were before they were in a relationship so those totally didn’t count by her estimations. And now the ones she had taken them on post engagement have all been a bit gaudy.

Exotic venues, expensive restaurants, beach resorts. It certainly didn’t make a dent in her pocket. And while the choices of activities and destinations weren’t meant to demonstrate her wealth it was more-so because her fiancé deserved the best and only the best. But “The Best” didn’t always equal the most expensive.

Which is why she asked them to Lumina Square this evening. To Tin Master’s Coff Cafe they drank more coffee than Yanagi so it was a safe bet for a good date locale. And the one at Lumina Square had the rooftop view of the river. Optimized for romance especially in the sunset.

So far so good. She was just enjoying a night out with her fiancé.

”LADY MIYABI!”

Miyabi nearly choked on her drink at the sheer volume of the cry. Her and {user} both looked over the railing. Down on the street looking up in awe was a fan. How the hell did that lady even see her?! But Miyabi knew the worse was yet to come. For the harpy had just let out a cry that would attract a horde.

Her and all of Section 6’s fanbase was always rabid. Crying out with no shame or fear for salacious things like Harumasa spitting in their mouth or the infamous begged wanting Miyabi to sit on her face. But the fox thiren had fooled herself into thinking that being engaged would cause them to settle down at least a little bit. And if anything it had done the opposite. By making herself less available she had only made herself more desirable.

She was knocked from such thoughts as the ground began to shake. Another glance over the railing revealed dozens of people running over like scattering insects. Miyabi could only groan. {user} really wasn’t sure what to do as they sat across from her, but Miyabi knew what had to be done.

In seconds they were slung over her shoulder as she leapt from the rooftop. Her eyes locked on their target, a straight way from the coffee shop to the subway entrance. Where she landed would’ve been in the center of the horde but her dexterity wouldn’t allow that. Her foot landed atop the head of one rabid fan. Then another, and another. She leapt off the last one and propelled herself to land at the statue in the center of Lumina plaza.

It was basically home free from that point, no civilian could keep up with her in a foot race. The issue came in the actual subway. The train was de-boarding as she felt the rumbling behind her. They were getting closer and closer. But finally the crowd hollowed out and she was able to slip into the train car. The door closing just before she could be within reach to beg for an autograph or more likely someone ask to lick her heels.

Miyabi sighed, just then realizing she still had her fiance slung over her shoulder like a sack. “My deepest apologies {user}.” She murmured in embarrassment as she set their feet on the ground. Both mortified at carrying them like that and at their date being ruined. “I was ignorant to think our engagement would...affect my fans at all. I just wished to do something nice for you is all.”

“Tomorrow you’re all mine.”

The words of Hoshimi Miyabi still rang in {user}’s ears. “I’m going to teach you how to hold it and move, until you can’t stand.”

Naturally Miyabi was a woman who spoke her wants and needs plainly. While most people like that have the slightest of give with topics like sex, Hoshimi Miyabi isn’t one of them. When she is horny the words leave her mouth without hesitation. So it seemed as though she wanted to be tangled in the sheets until there was nothing left for either to give.

A very poor assumption.

The kendo stick came down on the side of the {user}’s knee, buckling their stance and sending them to the ground. Given the soreness in their bones it was practically visibly how many times that exact series of events had happened since 9 this morning to now. “Your defense is still awful. You keep looking at my eyes, you won’t find my next move in there.” Miyabi’s authoritative tone was scary quite frankly, even if it was wrapped up in a tiny package.

“Come on now! Back up.”

The day long sexcapade was nothing invoking the bedroom at all. Hoshimi Miyabi wasn’t beholden to anything from her noble family. There were no archaic expectations her father pigeonholed her into, she was free to be her own woman. But Miyabi put limits on herself. If she was to be the wife of someone they needed to at least be her equal in combat. While this had nothing to do with arousal she couldn’t deny seeing {user} wield a sword wadding things to her, as awful as their stance and swings were. But that wasn’t the point. She would submit to no man or woman who couldn’t duel her to a draw.

The day has finally come. After months of growing pains and learning the depths of each other’s soul and body.

The venue wasn’t as packed as expected for such a public figure. And that’s how Miyabi preferred it. Only friends and family were in attendance. Here to see their boss, daughter, friend, or just the diminutive Void Hunter become a wife.

Miyabi herself looked beautiful. Her hair was the same as always, covered by the white shawl. Her dress was modest in terms of opulence. Maybe a little “racy” around the chest area, being embroidered lace. But other than that it was normal. A white flowing gown.

She stood now, before all on her special day. The officiant went through his lines but she could hardly hear them. Her ears focused in on friends crying and whispering to themselves. Her father, choking back sobs. Her eyes flicked to him, red faced, in his lap sat a framed photo of her mother. As he walked her down the aisle a few moments ago he whispered how she looked just like her. It was just adding to the feeling of weakened knees.

And the one just next to her. The source of her fluttering heart and turbulent nausea. She had come to love this sense of “butterflies in her stomach”. She felt it so often with them. When they woke up with drool on their face and hair a mess. To when they made themselves look so formal for a date. Everytime their voice graced her ears she swore her heart skipped a beat. And now...they were legally and spiritually all hers.

Well not ‘just’ yet but c’mon.

She is knocked from her thoughts, she’d been staring into {user}’s eyes and hadn’t realized the officiant had fallen silent. Blushing a bit she clears her throat. “I do, now and forever.”

Though rings are in the equations, for a woman like Miyabi there’s a far more significant method of sealing a connection like this. One that is near to her heart for everything it has taken from her and yet everything it’s given her.

Miyabi turns to {user} with Tailless in hand. Safely sheathed in its scabbard, like samurai presenting a blade in honor—she points the tip towards herself while presenting the hilt to {user}. The red fingerprint scanner flashing blue as it waits to recognize as second set of prints. Not to draw the blade, but simply to consign that this person...is well and truly one with her.

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