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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs 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 perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs 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 perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
A few meters away Dojima is snoring on the couch.
“I can’t help myself,” Adachi says, a quiet mumble in Souji’s ear. “And neither can you, it seems.”
Souji’s all but humping Adachi’s thigh.
He hadn’t even noticed.
When he freezes up, Adachi’s hands slip down to his hips, pulling him closer, urging him to continue. It takes a moment for him to understand-his brain is far too busy trying to take in the sensation of Adachi working his hips for him-but in the end he gives in and starts moving again.
He doesn’t really want to, he doesn’t even want to be there; he doesn’t want Adachi’s tongue tickling the roof of his mouth and his hands grabbing his ass. But he can’t stop-the crazy excitement over being so close to another person for the first time in his life overrides the discomfort, works his hips and moves his tongue. He moans into Adachi’s mouth, forgetting where he is and feels an unfamiliar thrill race down his spine when Adachi slaps a hand over his mouth and hiss at him to be quiet.
He’s almost disappointed when Adachi removes it a moment later, then hopes desperately it doesn’t show on his face. There’s a glimmer in Adachi’s eyes-a split second of something almost malicious-that tells him it does, and he cringes, closes his eyes hard and waits for a comment that never comes. When he looks back up Adachi’s back to normal, his eyes big and dark and aroused, yes, but harmless, almost kind. Then Adachi is kissing him again.
They break apart before Souji comes. Before Adachi does too, for that matter, but Souji hasn’t even spared his pleasure a thought; he’s been far too wrapped up in his own. Adachi doesn’t seem disappointed, though. He’s smiling, gently straightening Souji’s messy hair with a curiously steady hand while adjusting himself with the other.
“We can’t do this here.” Adachi’s smile falters; a little crease appears between his eyebrows. “We can’t do this at all.” His fingers slide down Souji’s cheek, two tips pressing between lips parting far too willingly and allowing him to rub them over a slick tongue. “But you’re so tempting, Souji-kun.” Adachi’s already quiet voice drops into an almost inaudible whisper. “Do you have any idea of what kind of signals you send? You make it impossible for a man to-” He cuts himself off, extracts his fingers and absently wipes them off on his pants. “I should go. I’m sorry, kid. This won’t happen again.” He bows slightly in apology before turning on his heel, quickly putting his jacket and shoes on, and leaves.
Souji stands pressed against the wall, rubbing his fingers over his lips, for a long while after he’s gone.
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It’s been nearly a month since Adachi’s last visit. Souji’s been so busy fighting his way through steamy bathhouse corridors he hasn’t had the time to truly dwell on what went down that night. Sure, the low-pitched moans echoing around him as he led his band of merry shadow slayers to where Kanji was trapped, and Kanji’s taunting raging queen of a shadow itself have given him plenty of opportunity to face the fact he gets off on the thought of men-men doing things to him-and he’s blushed several times to the point his friends got worried and asked him if he was ok, when remembering Adachi’s hands on him and how hard he’d been, but he’s been too caught up, too exhausted to come to any sort of conclusion. Wondering about what signals he sends had been put on hold.
It all crashes over him when Adachi walks through the door, two steps behind Dojima as always, and offers him a smile while putting bags of takeout down on the kitchen table. He nearly staggers, suddenly so self-conscious he finds himself staring at his feet, only mumbling a hello and hoping his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. He doesn’t want to send the wrong signals-he doesn’t want to send any signals at all.
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Adachi on the other hand eats happily, finishing his meal without any complaint.
Afterwards it’s just a repetition of the last time they had dinner together. Dojima gets drunk, Nanako gets uncomfortable, Souji tries to keep a balance between the two and Adachi chats happily about things he shouldn’t and things that have no substance at all. A few hours pass before Nanako’s taken shelter in her room, Dojima has passed out in his and Souji finds himself alone in the kitchen with Adachi. Again.
He could’ve excused himself at any time and gone to his room to do homework, but something keeps him back. Adachi does. His curiosity does. His cock hardening in his pants, uncomfortably pressed down against his leg, does.
They clean up in silence, Souji washing the dishes and Adachi drying them without being asked. They make a good team, Souji thinks to himself with a crooked little smile, but draws hips lips back into a thin, pale line when he realizes Adachi is watching him.
The moment they’re done Souji’s got Adachi’s hand squeezing his shoulder. “I know what I said,” Adachi says, a desperate note in his voice. “But you keep doing that, that little thing with your mouth. You keep teasing, Souji-kun, and I’m not a strong man. I can’t hold back.”
Souji has no idea of what he’s talking about, wishes he’d dwelt more on how he presents himself, tries so hard to understand but comes up with nothing. He wants to ask but can’t muster the courage; he just stands there, doing his best not to let his gaze shy away from Adachi’s.
“Show me your room,” Adachi says.
Souji does.
Soon after that Souji learns that he likes to suck cock. He’s not good at it, Adachi keeps correcting him: punishing him by tugging his hair a little when he accidently scrapes his teeth against the swollen flesh in his mouth, praising him by petting him when he takes it deep without gagging, but he’s ridiculously hard, turned on beyond belief by kneeling between Adachi’s spread legs, by the thought of sucking someone off on the little couch in his room. At one point he tries to relieve himself, tugging at his belt while moaning around Adachi’s cock, but Adachi tells him no, and he stops.
Souji’s fumbling in the dark here and Adachi knows what he’s doing. Souji sees no reason not to follow his lead. He’s not comfortable with it, not comfortable with Adachi jerking his hips to push deeper, even though the head of his cock is already lodged in the back of Souji’s throat, and not comfortable with being denied his own pleasure. But just as Souji knows how to lead in the TV world, he knows how to follow in this one when someone shows authority he can’t deny. He swallows the lump in his throat-making Adachi hiss in pleasure-and keeps his head down. Not that he’d been able to hold it high anyways; Adachi’s grip in his hair is steady.
Adachi pulls out before he comes to Souji’s surprise and mild disappointment, and tucks himself away, fighting a little to be able to close his pants over his erection, before telling Souji to switch places with him.
This time it feels good to obey.
Seated between Souji’s thighs, Adachi reaches up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. There’s something like a smirk on his face, a look Souji has never seen before and it confuses him a little. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though; Adachi’s nimble fingers have found his nipples and are tweaking them lightly. He arches his back with a choked moan.
“You've such a lewd body, Souji-kun.” Adachi releases his nipples and trails his fingers down his chest, letting them linger on his stomach as it rises and falls with quick little breaths. “Perfect, really.” The smirk remains on his face when he looks up and meets Souji’s eyes. “You’re just aching for it, aren’t you…”
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Adachi acts as if he didn’t hear him. “You know what I’d like to do to you right now?”
Souji shakes his head, begging with his hips instead of his mouth now, moving them restlessly, squirming where he sits.
Adachi rises on his knees, leans in so close their noses nearly touch. “Fuck you.” He muffles Souji’s low groan with his lips, waiting until he’s quiet before he pulls back. “Your body is just made for fucking.”
He states it like it’s an obvious truth, but Souji’s had no idea that was the case. Has he been walking around Inaba just begging for it up until now? Is he really that…that lewd? The words flatter and confuse him in equal amounts and he doesn’t know what to say. On top of it he feels panic start to rise inside him. He doesn’t want to get fucked. Not here. Not by Adachi. At least he thinks he doesn’t. “I-I…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t. But I sure would like to. Bet you’re a great little lay once you get the hang of it.”
Souji’s eyes widen in surprise. By now he knows exactly how dirty Adachi’s mouth can be, but that sounded so demeaning. And the smirk is still there.
Adachi is… No, this is wrong. No. Souji can’t do this.
He puts his hands on Adachi’s shoulders, about to push him off, but a hand on his cock, squeezing it hard through his pants, stops him in his tracks and the protest on his tongue warps into a whine. He closes his eyes hard and hangs his head, biting his tongue to try and stop himself from making any more embarrassing noises.
“Just picture it for a moment,” Adachi says, squeezing Souji harder, to the point of pain. “Face down, a fat cock pounding your sweet little ass.” His tone is light, conversational almost-miles from the deep, firm one he used only a moment ago.
It’s all so confusing and it’s impossible to straighten it out with Adachi’s hand on his dick, making his thoughts go haywire, making his skin feel so thin it’s about to split. And why is it so hot in his room? He can hardly breathe and he feels drops of sweat form on his forehead and roll down his temples and nose. “D-don’t-” he manages, digging his fingers into Adachi’s shoulders, fists the fabric of his shirt hard.
“Too much?” Adachi’s voice, now mild and concerned, throws Souji off again. It’s like he flips through a collection of moods, of masks.
Souji jerks his head in a nod, still refusing to open his eyes.
“Alright.” Adachi lets up the grip on his cock, just keeping his hand there, cupping it lightly. “I’m sorry. With a responsive little body like yours it’s easy for me to get carried away, it seems.” He pauses, increases the pressure of his hand for a moment and wrings another whine from Souji. “But just imagine it for a second, kid. Humor me.”
And so Souji does. The mental image spreads out like a blanket over his scattered thoughts and raging emotions. He sees himself belly down on his futon, face buried in his pillow, and he imagines the feeling of someone resting their hands on his shoulders while pushing into him, thighs straddling his ass.
His toes curl as he imagines the sounds he’d make, how his cock would leak precome and stain the futon, how good it would feel to get fucked. His firm conviction it would scares him.
“Yeah… You can see it now, can’t you, kid.” Adachi’s hands work on his belt and zipper, freeing his cock in seconds. He starts stroking it-long, slow tugs with an extra squeeze at the tip-and Souji’s mind goes blank again.
“Know how I’d do it?”
Souji jolts, his eyes flying open and meeting Adachi’s. The gaze is friendly, but with a hint of something sharp buried beneath, narrowed just slightly. It’s good old Adachi in front of him, but with a twist; good old Adachi Souji's starting to realize he doesn’t know at all. He doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake his head; he just keeps staring.
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Souji whimpers, eyes still locked on Adachi.
“Yeah. I want to see you work your pretty hips hard to get yourself off.” Adachi starts moving again, staring back at Souji while jerking him off, the smirk gone, his mouth slack with arousal now, his voice heated. “You’d be a good boy, wouldn’t you? You’d come all over my belly.”
“Oh god…”
“How about that, Souji-kun… It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? Coming with your ass full of cock.”
It is. It’s such a nice thought Souji comes without warning, with just enough presence to bury his cry in the crook of his arm as he scrunches his eyes shut and spills over Adachi’s hand.
“God, you little…”
And Souji’s almost sure he hears Adachi finish that sentence, hissing ‘bitch’ under his breath, but it doesn’t seem right, no, he must’ve heard it wrong because Adachi is smiling at him when he comes back to his senses, a handkerchief presented from somewhere wiping him down carefully, gentle hands zipping him back up when he’s clean. The smile really is friendly this time; it’s as if Adachi got his release when Souji did and is just as sated as him. Souji dares to throw a glance at his crotch, but there’s no stain, no sign he’d come in his pants.
Souji’s back to confused, but he manages a small smile back. “Thank you,” he says. “That felt really good.” He doesn’t touch on the topic of the scenario Adachi spun, doesn’t want to dwell on how dirty it had been.
“You’re welcome,” Adachi says and pats Souji’s knee before getting to his feet. “You up for returning the favor?”
“I-uh. I guess so?”
“Figured. You’re a good boy, Souji-kun. Just slide your ass off the couch and stay on your knees. This’ll be quick.”
It is. Adachi jerks himself off while keeping Souji’s head in a firm grip, and comes in his face a minute or two later, watery semen spattering all over it, from his chin up to his hair.
Souji feels humiliated, but thinks it’s the least he can do after Adachi getting him off. He takes it without a word, waiting until Adachi’s wiped the final drops off on his lips and tucked himself back into his pants before getting to his feet and reaching for the box of tissues standing by the TV. He nabs a handful and starts wiping his face, more roughly than he’d maybe meant to.
“Whoa. Whoa there, kid. Take it easy.” Adachi catches his wrist in one hand and the tissues in his other and finishes the job for him, a lot gentler. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He ends it with an apologetic kiss to Souji’s forehead, holding sticky bangs to the side. “I just figured you weren’t up to sucking me off, wanted to go easy on you. Plus…” He kisses Souji again. “With the way you are, I figured you’d like it if I did that. Guess I was way off on that one, huh?” Another kiss, gentle fingers combing through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
Souji takes deep breaths through his nose and tries to shove the burning shame now residing in his chest to the side; he can’t deal with it right now, not with Adachi in the room. The hand in his hair is comforting but he can’t get Adachi’s words out of his head. What way is he to give Adachi the idea he’d want something like that?
But he just can’t bring himself to ask.
“No, it’s ok. You just surprised me.” It comes out weak but it’s the best he can do. He clenches his fists by his sides and hopes it’s good enough for Adachi to just let it rest.
“…Well, ok. If you say so.” Adachi lets out a little chuckle and ruffles Souji’s hair before pulling away, and Souji just barely manages to hold back a sigh of relief. Adachi takes a couple of steps back, giving Souji a quick onceover before offering him a goofy smile. “Man, look at you. You’re amazing, Souji-kun. Just amazing.”
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Adachi looks uncomfortable, rubbing his neck and glancing to the side. “A bit over the top, huh.” He smiles sheepishly before running his fingers through his hair and straightening his tie. “Guess I should head home. And you look like you could need a shower.” He takes a hesitant step forward, his eyes searching Souji’s face. “Will you let me kiss you goodnight?”
Souji hesitates, shame and worry and budding anger warring inside him, but in the end he gives in, closes the distance between them and lets Adachi kiss him. It’s easier this way. It’s a good opportunity for him to put on a proper façade again, the one Adachi’s torn down so easily, and he just wants to be left alone now, wants Adachi to leave and hopes he’ll do just that if Souji gives him what he wants. It feels good, too-sending an unwanted little shiver through his body.
Adachi keeps it short and sweet; he strokes Souji’s cheek, rubs an earlobe between his fingers for a moment, before finishing the kiss with a silly little peck and backing off, giving a meek wave and taking his leave.
The moment Souji hears the front door slide shut he lets out a huge burst of air, not even knowing he held his breath in the first place. He sinks down on his couch while rubbing his face as if trying to wipe off any remaining traces of semen, and then just sits there and breathes for a long while, before getting up and going to the bathroom to take that shower.
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Adachi never touches him again.
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It takes months for the team to put all the pieces together, but Souji isn’t surprised with the result when they finally do; he’s angry with himself he didn’t figure it out earlier, but not surprised. Eventually he gets to see Adachi’s true face, all masks shed, and it’s ugly and twisted, and he wishes he could beat it to a bloody pulp. Handing Adachi over to the police isn’t enough-Souji wants to make him pay.
But that’s not how things work in this world and Souji swallows his rage without a word.
Months later he still wonders what it is about him that’s so lewd, even though he knows it was probably just something Adachi said to fuck with his head, another one of the little games he proved to be so fond of. Still Souji can’t shake the feeling he’s doing something wrong, especially when he goes outside. These days he keeps himself in even further check in the presence of strangers, men in particular, and he makes sure not to do anything that could be interpreted as an invitation.
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Great job, anon.
Please write more of Souji being bad touched and being told he's pretty.
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Glad you liked it.
It's tempting. There's something about Souji being told he's pretty that makes me go hnngh. I'll make a point of including it in all eventual future fills. ;D
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I'm glad you enjoyed it, anon!
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love this and love you, anon. fuck.
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Thank you. :D
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