The word hung in the air between them. Makoto watched as a furious blush crept up Yuna's neck.
"Getting jealous already?" he teased, his voice a low, affectionate rumble. He pecked her lips. "So cute."
He knew he was playing with fire. The fragile truce they had just formed was a delicate, volatile thing.
But he couldn't help himself. The sight of her, so raw and possessive, was intoxicating.
"Deal," he whispered against her lips. "And if any other girl even tries to approach me, I'll tell her I already have a cute girlfriend at home."
Yuna bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Don't patronize me, you bastard," she hissed, but her thighs clamped around his hips like a vise. "And you better mean it."
She licked the blood from his lip with a dark chuckle. "Because if I catch you flirting…"
Her hand slid down between their bodies, smearing their mixed fluids across his stomach in a crude, intimate gesture. "…I'll send all your remaining funds to Mihoyo as anonymous donations."
Her head dropped against his chest with a tired sigh.
"Now pay up," she mumbled into his skin. "The weekend girlfriend rate is… holding me until I fall asleep."
Her nails, which had been digging into his back, softened into a gentle caress. "And there are no refunds if you get bored."
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled, his arms tightening around her.
"Sweet dreams, love." He paused, a new, reckless idea forming in his mind. "You know what? I somehow managed to get us two tickets for GenshinCon next month. Wanna go together?"
Yuna's entire body went rigid. For a breathless, silent moment, she just stared at him, her eyes wide with genuine, unfeigned shock.
Then, with terrifying speed, she slammed her palm against his chest.
"YOU—" Her voice cracked, a sound of pure outrage. "You absolute BASTARD!"
But there was no real heat in it.
Instead, tears welled up in her eyes, hot and fast. She buried her face in his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she trembled. "You can't just bribe me with GenshinCon tickets after… after making me feel things."
She pulled back abruptly, swiping angrily at her tears. "Fine," she sniffled, her voice thick with emotion.
"But!" Her finger jabbed his sternum. "I'm gonna cosplay as Ganyu, proper Ganyu this time." A wicked grin, sharp and triumphant, spread through her tears.
She collapsed back against him with a sigh. "And if you try to ditch me for some slutty Raiden cosplayer..."
Her teeth grazed the pulse point on his neck, a playful, yet deadly serious, threat. "...I'll tell security you groped me, and took upskirt photos of me."
Makoto chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound.
"Well, maybe I'll just have a… glance at them," he teased, unable to resist poking the possessive, jealous beast he had just awoken. "Just to see how my little Yuna gets jealous."
Yuna's eyes narrowed into lethal slits.
"Try it," she hissed, her hand darting down to squeeze his now-flaccid cock with a shocking, painful force. "You glance at one Raiden booty, and I'll change into my Klee cosplay."
Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper, a litany of his deepest, most shameful desires. "Full loli package. School swimsuit. Jailbait lingerie."
She ground her palm against him until he winced. "And I'll make you pay extra to fuck me while I suck on a lollipop and cry about my math homework."
She released him with a shove, rolling away to face the wall. "Tickets or not," she muttered, her voice a cold, hard thing, "you're sleeping on the floor tonight, you pedo."
But when he didn't move, her foot hooked back around his ankle, a silent, possessive anchor.
"…But I still want the tickets," she added after a long, tense silence. Her voice was small now, stripped of its earlier venom. Dangerous.
"…And you."
The quiet confession, a raw, unguarded admission, hit him with the force of a physical blow.
He groaned, a sound of pure, helpless surrender, and wrapped his legs around her hips, pulling her back against him.
"Don't you dare," he murmured into her hair. "You're going to the con in the Ganyu outfit. Fully clothed. With protective pants and extended sleeves, you hear me?"
He paused, the next words a soft, hesitant confession of his own. "And I love you. Only you, Yuna." He nuzzled his face into her neck. "Idiot."
Yuna froze against him, every muscle in her body locked tight. He could feel her swallow hard, her throat working against his chest.
"Idiot," she whispered back, her voice thick and muffled against his skin. "You don't get to say that after filling my pussy with your incest-cum."
But her trembling hand found his in the dark, her fingers tangling with his, a silent, desperate acceptance.
"And fine," she muttered into his skin. "I'll wear the stupid full-body Ganyu suit." Her nails dug into his palm, a sharp, possessive sting. "But only because..."
She went silent for so long he thought she'd fallen asleep. Then, so quiet he almost missed it, a final, whispered confession.
"...Only because I love your stupid fat ass too."
She shoved her face deeper against him, hiding from the weight of her own words. "Now shut up before I change my mind and charge you for the confession."