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Stars and garters above! Isn't it time for a new post? The last one is just so... big now, isn't it? I don't know if even I could take it... ♥
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART FIVEAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART FIVEAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly ( Read more... )
Souji moaned quietly, rubbing his face against Dojima’s crotch with a warm sigh before starting to work on his belt with deft fingers, soon moving on to the button and zipper of his pants. Once open he slid his fingers under the elastic of the underwear found beneath, pulling up and then sliding them down, carefully making sure the cock now springing up didn’t get caught in the fabric. He held the underwear out of the way with one hand while grabbing the ruddy shaft with his other, pulling it upright and running his lips over the head without pausing.
When he lifted his head a moment later and looked up at Dojima his lips were glistening with precome, and the sight made Dojima want to grab the hair in his hand tight and force that slick mouth over his cock, right down to the base. Instead he settled for closing his hand just slightly, enough to hint at what he could do, and pushed lightly. “Suck it.”
When Souji moaned again the situation hit Dojima like a freight train and it turned him on beyond belief. The thought of his nephew acting his wife, taking care of him, servicing him, letting him have his way, made him shudder hard and - all the shame, the knowledge this was beyond wrong, it was sick, firmly pushed aside - he let the fantasy take over. “Yes, be a good little wife and suck it.”
This time Souji let out a whimper, before parting his lips and taking the head of Dojima’s cock in his mouth, running the flat of his tongue over it and sucking lightly.
“Oh fuck yes, Souji, like that. Now take it deeper.”
Souji obeyed without hesitation. Good girl, Dojima found himself thinking before he could stop himself. He was glad it hadn’t slipped from his mouth as well. Then again, who knew; maybe Souji would love being called a good girl. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t warped already, getting off on sucking his uncle off, pretending to be his wife. Oh god.
Souji’s lips wrapped tight around the shaft of Dojima’s cock and slid down, the slick insides of his cheeks following as he sucked hard. He kept his teeth out of the way and didn’t stop until his mouth met the fingers still wrapped around the base. There he stilled, instead working his tongue, letting it slip and slide wherever it could reach, before slowly starting to pull up again, keeping it pressed hard against the underside.
It was obvious this wasn’t his first time tending to a man and the thought made an unexpected tendril of anger wrap tight around Dojima’s chest and squeeze. He meant to comment on it, snap at Souji for being a slut, something, but Souji’s mouth on him felt far too good for him to be able to voice his anger. Instead he channeled it by tightening his grip in Souji’s hair and pushing his head down again, until his lips pressed hard against his fist. The moan Souji let out vibrated against his skin and made him moan in return. “Shit, that’s it, Souji… Now let go of my cock and show me how much of it you can take.”
He looked on, almost in a daze, as Souji did as he was told, releasing his grip and letting himself be pushed down until the head pressed against the back of his throat. He wasn’t quite there, there was still an inch or two left before he’d have his lips wrapped around the base and his nose buried in pubic hair, but it would have to do. Dojima kept Souji there for a moment, relishing in the feeling of almost pushing into Souji’s throat, before easing up and letting his cock slip from Souji’s mouth with a wet ‘pop’. “Good…” he murmured, tilting Souji’s head up with a finger under his chin. It was slick with spit and he took a moment to wipe it off with the back of his hand. “Now tell me where you learned to suck cock.”
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“Spit it out. As your… husband I’d love to know where those skills come from.” Dojima smiled crookedly.
“I-I…”
Dojima shook Souji’s head lightly, drawing a moan from him. The color in his cheeks had risen dramatically, going from pink to a deep red. “I haven’t got all night, Souji.”
“O-old school,” Souji panted, “classmate.”
So it wasn’t anyone from around here. Dojima felt relief wash over him, the tight feeling around his chest letting up and fading. Still he found himself too curious to just leave off there. “How? Sneaking away between classes for a quickie in the boys’ bathroom? Going down on him in your room as you pretended to study? Sleepovers? I bet he loved it, having your pretty mouth on his cock… Did he return the favor?”
Souji had grabbed Dojima’s thighs, squeezing and relaxing his hands over and over, as if it helped him think, or calm down. “Yes,” he finally said, his voice only wobbling the slightest bit, “all three of those. And no, it was just… just me.”
Dojima snorted. “He never got you off? What a little bastard.”
“No.” Squeeze, relax, squeeze. “He did. Just not with his mouth.”
“Did he fuck you?” The question slipped from Dojima’s mouth before he knew it.
Souji swallowed hard, his eyes glazing over again. “No...” It came out as a moan.
“Has anyone ever fucked you, Souji?”
Souji’s eyes fluttered closed and his head tilted back, exposing the flushed column of his neck. “No, Dojima-san. You’d be the…”
Dojima groaned, wanting Souji’s mouth back on his dick now, the thought of Souji spreading his long legs for him and offer up his virginity, doing his duty, driving him out of his mind. His voice was thick when he managed to speak. “You’d let me fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, Dojima-san. Please.”
It was all he could take. He pushed Souji’s head down again, rubbed his face against his sticky cock while making muttered promises that he would. He’d fuck Souji good, make him come hard, make him never forget it, fuck him like it was their wedding night. And Souji whimpered, lips and tongue sliding over sweat-slick skin, obviously trying to catch Dojima’s cock in his mouth again. After a while Dojima let him, letting up his grip completely and just looking on as Souji managed to suck him back in, taking him as far as he could without being encouraged this time, as far as he could and then a little more, choking on it, so eager Dojima could feel his orgasm start to build in record speed. Would Souji let him come in his mouth? Maybe he wanted it all over his face. Maybe he didn’t want it all. But that wasn’t Dojima’s problem, now was it? He would just have to be a good little wife and take it.
“Make me come, Souji.”
The little tilt of Souji’s head could be interpreted as a yes, his increased administrations definitely so. He worked Dojima’s cock almost desperately; wet, obscene noises filling the room together with choked moans and Dojima’s heavy breathing. Souji took him as deep as he could every time he dipped his head, gagging lightly but never slowing down. The amount of saliva it produced was ridiculous, staining Dojima’s pants and drenching his pubes, trickling down over his balls. He’d never seen anything like it before. It was all so messy and nasty and damn if he didn’t found himself wanting to add to it. When he was about to finally tip over the edge he grabbed Souji by the hair again and tugged him off his cock, held him in place as he jerked himself off with quick, rough strokes, his knuckles smacking against Souji’s already swollen lips over and over before tugging him back a little more and coming with a deep, drawn out groan, painting his nephew’s face in thick streaks of white.
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…All because Souji had apparently imagined playing the role of a wife, serving Dojima and playing his part in the household. And Dojima highly doubted sitting between his drunken uncle’s thighs with his face full of come fitted into that little fantasy.
With a guilty hand he squeezed the last few drops from his cock and wiped it off on his pants before zipping himself back up. Next he sat up straight and once more looked his nephew over.
Souji was still panting, now running fingers over his face, catching every last drop and lapping it up. It was glaringly obvious it all did fit into his fantasy. When Dojima glanced down he could even see a dark stain spreading on the crotch of Souji’s slacks.
The kid had come in his pants from sucking Dojima off.
A shaky ‘thank you’ made him jerk and look up again.
“Shouldn’t it be me thanking you?”
“Maybe… No… No. Thank you. I hope I… um, did a good job?”
“You felt good, Souji.” Dojima could hardly believe himself when he lifted a hand and patted Souji on the head. He nearly gasped when Souji smiled then and stretched, rubbing against Dojima’s hand. Like a pet.
Then Souji looked down, hanging his head, the smile melting off his face. “I just want to take care of you, Dojima-san,” he mumbled, “Wife or not… I don’t care. Just let me.”
Dojima swallowed hard. He reached down and cupped Souji’s face in his hands and tilted his head back up, searching his eyes. “So you want… this to happen again?” Souji instantly nodded in his grip.
Images of Souji indeed acting a wife, of Dojima letting him, of him massaging Dojima’s feet after a long day at work, of him ushering Nanako to bed, of Dojima sneaking up behind him and kissing his neck as he stood in the kitchen cooking dinner, of him giving Dojima a messy blowjob on the couch, of him clinging to Dojima and kissing him senseless as Dojima moved deep inside him, gripping his thighs and fucking him to orgasm, of him-
God, they were already halfway there. More than halfway - Souji had served him in a way that was wrong on so many levels Dojima didn’t even bother counting them. Would this actually work? If he turned off his conscience and knowledge of what was right and wrong?
He wanted it; he wanted it so badly he could taste it. But surely he couldn’t?
But who would know...
And he’d missed the warmth of another person close to him for so long.
And Souji was so willing and eager...
Dojima took a deep breath. “Alright.”
The smile he was rewarded with was all he needed to bury his bad conscience. He’d make it work.
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(Seriously, it's like you ticked off a list of my kinks! Inappropriate relations, check. Wanton Souji, check. Roleplay, check.)
You may call it an abomination, but I will never complain if you ever produce more fills like this. Just saying.
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Those are some mighty fine kinks, anon. I'm with you on all three.
Thank you! :)
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this was everything I could ever want ever
my life is complete
you glorious person, you.
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(captcha is greediness appezer... written upside down? Is this common? :O)
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I never knew that I'd be one to ship some family-touchings before I played this game, but damn it if the two hottest people in it getting together isn't hot as all hell.
Fantastic job, anon.
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This was my first request; you made my first time more than I could possibly hope for!
This story is amazing, anon, and I am so very, very glad you've written it. Keep up the delicious work~
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So thank you!
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(Cracked up so hard at the Gunn reference. Great, didn't see that when I wrote it. Now I'll never be able to unsee it and that makes me lol heartily.)
Glad you liked it. :)
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I-I just... I came. Twice. This was just so. Omg.
And that ending. Happy inside.
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;)
Thanks for the comment! <3~
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I just. Wow. So that was pretty much everything I could possibly want from a kink meme fill. The only thing wrong with it is that there is not MORE.
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