and doesn't the number six sound a lot like...? ;*
Oh my, everyone has been so patient. I take such a long time to hit my "peak," if you will, so I apologize for the delay!
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... )
This is a direct continuation of the fic mentioned in the prompt, and that one can be found here: http://badbadbathhouse.livejournal.com/1655.html?thread=11571831#t11571831
I'm sorry for taking so long OP! I think I've porned myself out a little, haha.
Souji didn’t keep his part of the deal he’d made with Yosuke. He didn’t let Yosuke fuck him the next time they got together; it just wasn’t the right time, not if they were going to do it while Souji wore the clothes Yosuke wanted so badly to see him in. Not that Yosuke seemed to mind. He teased Souji, Mr. Perfect, for breaking his promise but agreed that they should wait until the right opportunity popped up.
And so nearly a month had passed when Yosuke came running one morning, catching up with Souji on their way to school. He wore a grin that gave him away before he’d even opened his mouth.
“Mom and dad are going to a conference this weekend. I’ll have the house to myself Saturday and Sunday.”
It was all Souji could do not to grab Yosuke right then and there in the middle of the street and kiss him, or at least squeeze his hand. His stomach fluttered so wildly he felt queasy for a moment. “An entire night to ourselves then..?”
Yosuke nodded enthusiastically. “Plus-“ He leaned in closer to be able mutter in Souji’s ear. “I went shopping yesterday.”
Souji raised a brow. Did Yosuke mean..? Of course he did. He actually waggled his brows when Souji turned to look at him. It should have made him laugh but the thought of what Yosuke had probably bought just had him press his lips into a straight line, forcing himself not to make a sound. He had to collect himself for a minute before being able to reply, and there was really only one thing he could say. “We’ll talk about this later.”
He really, really didn’t want to have to enter school sporting a boner.
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It turned out Yosuke, just like Souji had thought, had taken a trip to Okina (heaven forbid someone in Inaba saw him shopping for girls’ clothes) and picked up what was needed to complete the schoolgirl uniform he had at home. He'd refused to show Souji exactly what that included, holding onto it until that Saturday when Souji arrived at his house and pretty much had a plastic bag shoved right into his arms before he’d even had time to take his shoes off.
Souji left them on while hesitantly taking a peek inside the bag, spotting pink cotton panties and a little piece of cardboard with two cute hairclips-also pink-adorned by little plastic strawberries fastened on it. A roll of black fabric turned out to be a pair of knee socks when he shoved a hand down and turned it over, finding a tag with a picture of a pretty pair of decidedly female legs clad in black. At the bottom of the bag lay the actual uniform: red bow, white blouse, beige pullover and plaid skirt, all neatly folded, the scent of fabric softener hitting Souji’s nose as he leaned down to take a closer look. He could feel heat rise inside him as it hit him-finally really hit him-what was about to happen. He would get fucked wearing those clothes. He would go down on Yosuke dressed like a girl.
He swallowed hard while toing his shoes off, before shoving the bag back in Yosuke’s hands, wrapping his arms around his neck and crushing their lips together, kissing him until they both were dizzy from lack of oxygen, nearly toppling over. He only allowed Yosuke one tiny breath before kissing him again.
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Souji contemplated changing in Yosuke’s room, he sure seemed interested in seeing Souji dress up, but in the end he opted for the bathroom, partly for privacy-his nerves had started acting up-and partly for impact. Souji had an inkling he’d be able to knock Yosuke straight off his feet. He’d do his best, at least.
Once inside he removed the contents from the bag and looked at them, ran his hand over the sleeveless pullover, wrapped the silk of the bow around his fingers, straightened out the pleats of the skirt. He picked up the panties last. They looked so innocent-a childish strawberry print on pink cotton, and Souji felt himself starting to blush, standing there on his own in the Hanamura’s bathroom. To his horror he could feel himself starting to get hard as well. The first thought that struck him was the question of how the hell he would be able to fit his cock in those panties. Thinking about it turned him on even more, and before he even started removing his clothes he had to splash his face with cold water. It felt like his cheeks were on fire.
This would be harder than Souji had thought.
In the end he managed to get the outfit on, but he was so aroused by the time he was done his cock had made a pretty little dark stain on the front of his panties. He’d managed to fit it, at least, pushing it to the left and letting the panties keep it trapped along his hipbone. It looked vulgar-obscene-and he found he could barely stop looking. He’d never been so turned on by the sight of himself before, completely fascinated with the way the clothes fit his body and discreetly changed it-the cut of the blouse gave an illusion of a curved waist, the pleats of the skirt made it stand out, hinting at rounded hips. It was a jumble of contrasts that met Souji when he stared at himself in the mirror.
Contrasts between broad shoulders and the hint at waist and hips, between strong legs and childish knee socks.
He lifted his skirt.
Between a hard cock and cotton panties.
Souji bit his lip to keep from groaning and, to take him mind of things and tear his eyes away from his clothes, grabbed the hairclips from the sink, stepped up to the mirror and studied himself up close. He wasn’t sure how he best would fasten the little clips, but in the end went for putting them both above his left ear, keeping part of his fringe trapped.
Putting the pullover on was easy, fastening the bow around his neck with nervous hands trickier, but after a couple of tries he got it and with that he was finished. All that was left to do was muster the courage to walk back into Yosuke’s bedroom and show him the end result. A lot of courage. He was procrastinating and he knew it: kept staring at himself in the mirror, kept fussing with the hairclips, straightening the bow, bending down to pull on his socks although it wasn’t needed, and while doing that for the third time-turning around and realizing exactly how short his skirt was. He nearly moaned at the sight.
The hesitation evaporated, replaced by blind need. He wanted Yosuke now; he wanted his reaction; he wanted his hands on him everywhere, his eyes roaming over his body; he wanted to get fucked by him. Hard. Fast. Long. Although he suspected that wouldn’t be the case; if Yosuke would be even nearly as turned on as Souji, things wouldn’t last more than a minute.
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Every step down the hall towards Yosuke’s room made Souji’s heart beat faster and right outside the door he had to pause and take a deep breath to steel himself. This was it.
He pushed the door open and all but stomped inside.
...He’d never forget the look on Yosuke’s face.
“Oh shit.”
Souji knew his face must be bright red but he couldn’t make himself care-all his focus trained on Yosuke. He’d never been looked at like that before, like Yosuke was starving and about to eat him up, like Souji was the sexiest thing in the world... He swallowed hard and smoothed his hands over his skirt.
“So, um...” He had to clear his throat to be able to continue. “You like it?” He cringed at how stupid it sounded but it was the only thing that popped up in his head besides ‘fuck me’ and he figured that would maybe be a bit too forward.
Then again, maybe not.
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Soon Yosuke broke the kiss, panting against Souji’s lips, cupping his face in his hands. “You’re-god, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re-I can’t even-” He kissed him again, sucked on his tongue hard enough to hurt, groaned into his mouth while sliding his hands down his chest and sides and grabbing his ass through the skirt, grinding against him.
“Want you,” Yosuke mumbled between kisses, “Want you, want you, want you, want you…”
It was as if a dam had burst. Yosuke didn’t shut up after that, a steady stream of swears and terms of endearment and shaky descriptions of what he wanted to do to Souji leaving his mouth, each word driving Souji crazier than the last. After Yosuke muttered ‘wanna fuck you so hard’ before licking a streak along Souji’s jaw up to his ear and biting down on the lobe, Souji couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him away. He shook his head in a try to collect his thoughts, keeping Yosuke at an arm length’s distance not to hump his thigh and come in his panties.
Yosuke looked confused when Souji met his eyes.
“You don’t wanna..?”
Souji shook his head even harder. “No, not that. Just have to-have to calm down a little. I’m going to-Can’t-”
“Right... Right.” Yosuke in turn nodded. “Don’t want to finish before we’ve even started. Right, partner?” He chuckled weakly.
“Right.” Souji managed a jerky nod back before hanging his head, still trying to catch his breath. He kept holding Yosuke back by his shoulders, stumbling and nearly falling when Yosuke took a step back, his legs barely holding him up. At that Yosuke chuckled louder, hands hooked under Souji’s arms to keep him up, saying something about wanting Souji on his knees anyways, and for some reason that comment made Souji snap out of his fog of arousal. He laughed, making Yosuke pull him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and just holding still.
“You look better than I ever could have imagined, Souji.”
Souji huffed another little laugh, letting his cheek rest on Yosuke’s shoulder. “Glad to hear it. With the risk of sounding incredibly vain, I have to say I think I look pretty good, too.”
Yosuke snorted. “That’s the thing with you… You don’t come off as vain, just confident.” He rubbed his cheek against Souji’s hair. “It’s not fair. I was so damn nervous and embarrassed when I wore that uniform I nearly peed myself, but you-”
Souji cut him off with a nip to his neck. “You looked great in it though.” He ran his hands down Yosuke’s back and shoved them down his back pockets. He liked having them there; it was comfortable and he could grope Yosuke whenever he wanted without having to leave the warm safety of worn, red denim. “Could’ve done without the clown makeup and your stupid girl voice, but I admit it…” Souji nipped him again. “…I had a hard time shaking the image afterwards of you standing there on stage, pigeon-toed and blushing. Bet half the crowd wanted to get into your panties.” He reluctantly slid his hands from Yosuke’s pockets, and straightened up to look at him. “You did wear panties, didn’t you?”
He was met with the sight of a blushing, scowling and still, somehow, smiling Yosuke. “Nope. Boxer briefs. A man has his pride, after all.”
“Ha.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yosuke tilted his head to the side, looking curious-a look that turned into something slack-jawed and needy a split-second later. “Oh. Oh. Oh fuck, I almost forgot.” He tightened his grip on Souji’s waist. “Let me see them.”
The pang of arousal that hit Souji made it nearly impossible for him to think again, let alone deny Yosuke anything, but he managed to dredge up enough self control to shake his head. “No.”
Yosuke’s face fell. “What? Why?”
Souji grabbed Yosuke’s hands and pulled them away before taking a step and cocking his hip, putting his hand on it, posing. “A man has his pride after all.”
The groan he received in reply totally made up for the ache in his balls.
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tbc ;)
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And also: it's already hot. ♪
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holy shit anon do you have any idea how hot your writing is. it's insane. I don't even know how or why, but everything just works and ffghfh this is already amazing. ♥
I think more than anything else (and what I loved most about the other fill too) is just how brilliantly, awkwardly, honestly desperate you write Yosuke. There's something about that, it just... nngh.
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This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't posted the prompt, so I think calling yourself OP is perfectly fine, haha.
Thank you! Glad you like it so far.
Awesome that you like 'my' Yosuke. 8D Even though I've written some p4 now I still feel insecure about the way I write the characters so it's a relief to hear. <3
I'll take the opportunity to thank the other anons who've commented so far here too. Thanks, guys! You all keep me motivated and I'll do my best to finish this as soon as I can. There actually is a lot more written already but it needs to be tied together and edited like whoa. I feel like there should maybe be a point crammed in there somewhere too. Also I've come to realize there is such a thing as TOO MUCH sex, so that eventually needs to be worked on as well. So yeah, might take me a while, but I'll get there sooner or later.
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Dying for more, Anon!
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i don't actually think i can keep it in my pants until you update again anon
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Having regained some control, both over himself and Yosuke, Souji felt himself relax a little and for the first time since he got there he scanned Yosuke’s room properly, his gaze halting on one particular spot. He quirked a brow. “I see you’ve been redecorating.”
“Wha-Huh?” Yosuke followed Souji’s eyes, looking over his shoulder at the old, shabby armchair now residing in front of the full size mirror he had standing leaning against a wall, instead of in its usual corner. “Oh, yeah. Heh.” He looked like he’d regained a little control as well, eyes not quite as glassy and his hand almost steady as he reached up to rub his neck while cracking a sheepish smile. “That. I just wanted to…to…”
“Make sure you get a good look of my ass when I blow you in that chair?”
Yosuke let his arm fall back to his side with a huff. “Damnit, Souji. Always so blunt.”
Souji gave a small smile and took a step closer to Yosuke again. “Says the guy who not ten minutes ago said, and I quote, ‘Need to get inside you. Want to fuck you so hard.’”
He got something like a hitched sigh in reply.
Souji closed the distance between them, grabbed two fistfuls of Yosuke’s shirt and forced him to take a step back. “Go sit in that chair. I’ve cooled down enough. Let’s see what my panties look like in that mirror, yeah?”
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“Oh god, oh shit, I can’t handle this…”
Souji, settled on the floor between Yosuke’s spread legs, let Yosuke’s cock slip from his mouth. “You want to stop?”
Yosuke swallowed hard, looking down at Souji with slightly unfocused eyes. “Yeah. No. No, but I’ll come in like ten seconds if you keep doing that. It’s too hot, man.”
“Hmm...” Souji turned his head a little and let his mouth slide along the length of Yosuke’s cock, adding a teasing fingertip making little figure-eights in the thin film of precome already formed on the head. “Think you can handle a second round?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
“Then I can’t see the problem. Just come now and we’ll continue as soon as you’re ready to go again.”
“Yeah, but…” Yosuke grabbed Souji’s shoulders, digging his fingers into them as if unsure if he should push or pull. “I want this to last, you know? I’ve wanted to see this for ages and now it’s finally happening and it’s too much. Watching you in the mirror… Those panties showing your ass off… Damn.”
Something hit Souji. He let go of Yosuke and sank back on his heels, his shoulders slipping from Yosuke’s grip. “I’ve got an idea. You want to keep watching me, right?”
“Yeah…”
“How about…” Souji smiled. “How about I ride you in this chair when you’ve recovered? You can keep looking at me in the mirror all you want if we turn the chair a little and I’ll get to-” He had to shut up and take a deep breath not to crawl onto Yosuke’s lap right away. “…I’ll get to feel you inside me at the same time.”
“Oh, fuck me, partner. You’re…you’re incredible. I-” With something like a whimper Yosuke sank down deeper in the chair, spreading his legs wider, putting himself even more on display. “I-I think I need your mouth back on my dick right now, ‘cause I’ll come any second. Please.”
Souji wrapped a couple of fingers loosely around the base of Yosuke’s cock, just letting them rest there. He found himself ridiculously attracted to the desperation in Yosuke’s voice, in his eyes, wanted to see more of it, and felt like such a sadist for it. He didn’t know if he should laugh or apologize, but it was impossible not to seize the opportunity to tease. “Want your cock back in my mouth, huh?”
“I just told you… God, please.”
“You know, I’ve come to realize I like it when you beg.” Souji let his hand slide up the shaft, barely touching the skin until it hit the ridge of the flared head, where he started rubbing a couple of fingertips over a spot he knew drew Yosuke crazy.
“Ah, shit! Please, Souji, please. I’ll beg all you want if that means you’ll… Fuck, just suck me off! I’ll come in your mouth. I know you like that… I’ll do anything, just…please.”
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Yosuke only closed a hand in Souji’s hair in reply and tugged a little and Souji didn’t mind, he realized. Quite the opposite. It drew a moan from him that apparently made Yosuke a little braver, tugging harder, maneuvering Souji’s head until his mouth hovered over the tip, before pushing down, urging wet lips to part, to let him in, all while he moaned Souji’s name, said please over and over.
When Souji finally relented and opened his mouth, Yosuke groaned and immediately started moving his hips, fucking Souji’s mouth with short, jerky thrusts. “In your mouth, I wanna come in your mouth, I wanna see you swallow. Oh god, I wanna see you swallow, I wanna see you… Shit, look at you. I-fuck! I’m-”
It surprised Souji how much Yosuke’s thrusts turned him on; he was usually pretty polite, holding still when Souji sucked him off, not trying to take over and maybe do something Souji didn’t want. And Souji had never gotten his mouth fucked before; he found he liked the firm grip in his hair holding him still, liked feeling the shaft slide in an out of his mouth. Combined with wearing the clothes he did-skirt and socks and and panties and fuck-it was just too much for him to handle; he couldn’t hold back from sneaking a hand under his skirt, slip his cock from his underwear and grab it tight. He tried not to jerk off, didn’t want to come yet, but he squeezed himself, ran his fingers over the head just to feel the wetness. When Yosuke finally stiffened, however, shoving his cock so deep into Souji’s mouth it bumped against the back of his throat and nearly made him gag, he did stroke himself, his hand moving feverishly as he felt saltysweet come pool on his tongue.
When Yosuke let him go and slumped back in the chair with a grunt, Souji forced himself to relax his hand and let go. He straightened up and waited until he had a drugged-looking gaze-Yosuke looked kind of stupid right after coming, he noted with a pursed little smirk-trained on him before closing his mouth and swallowing the semen he’d kept on his tongue, just like Yosuke had asked him to do. The growled swears he got in return made every muscle in his groin tighten simultaneously and, holy hell, Souji had never been so close to coming without touching himself in his entire life. He had to hold dead still, force himself to take deep, calm breaths and think of something, anything, besides sex, not to lose it right then and there. But pushing the current look on Yosuke’s face to the side was all but impossible; his muscles kept flexing, making his cock jump and the head rub against the inside of his skirt and finally he had to shove a hand down his panties and grab himself by the balls, tugging them down as hard as he was able to without hurting himself.
Hands cupping his cheeks and chapped lips pressing against his forehead a moment later were a welcome distraction.
“Thanks, man. That was amazing.” Yosuke kissed Souji again, seemingly ignoring his struggle not to come, his temple this time, then the corner of his mouth, before pressing their lips together and pushing his tongue into Souji’s mouth.
Souji blinked, his cock forgotten for a moment.
Yosuke wanted to taste himself.
The thought baffled Souji, but after a second frozen in surprise he happily went with it, inviting Yosuke deeper and making sure he got a good taste. Yosuke’s little groan and hand coming up to grab the back of Souji’s neck, pulling him closer, made Souji even more surprised, but more than anything he found himself delighted, delirious from a new wave of need.
Without breaking the kiss he got up off his knees and climbed on top of Yosuke in the armchair, settling down on his lap. The relief found in finally being able to rub up against something nearly made him whimper, and it was all he could do not to start working his hips, to grind against Yosuke until he came.
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“Several times, but I could stand hearing it again.” Souji returned the smile before biting his lip. The way Yosuke’s eyes changed then, the way his mouth slackened, made the muscles in Souji’s groin tighten again and the feeling of his cock, still freed from restraining cotton but hidden by a now rather sticky skirt, twitch made him gasp and rub up against Yosuke again, blindly seeking friction.
Yosuke’s hands tightened on Souji’s hips and pulled, helping Souji move, making him grind harder. “Well,” he let out something that was maybe supposed to be a chuckle but was more of a strangled grunt, “you do. You look so hot and… just…just knowing what hides under that skirt, it’s…” Another grunt, thumbs digging into Souji’s hipbones hard enough to hurt.
Souji didn’t give him opportunity to finish that sentence. “I’ll show you.” He rolled his hips again. “God, I’ll show you. Touch me.”
Immediately one of Yosuke’s hands slipped under his skirt and wrapped around his cock.
“Hell, you’re ready to blow, aren’t you…”
“You’ve no idea. I was so close when I, ah, when I sucked you off. It was a miracle I didn’t come then.”
Yosuke squeezed softly. “Wanna come now?”
“O-oh damn!” Souji bucked into Yosuke’s grip and scrunched his eyes shut with a hiss when the by now far too sensitive head rubbed against the skirt again. He jerked back, his cock sliding through Yosuke’s fist until only the head remained captured and when Yosuke squeezed again Souji nearly screamed. His hands flew up to Yosuke’s shoulders and clamped down on them in a silent plea to hold still. The effort it took not to thrust forward and make a mess all over Yosuke’s hand and the uniform was-had to be-enough to earn him a goddamn medal of some kind.
It took him at least a minute to calm down enough to be able to speak, a minute where Yosuke seemed to have understood Souji’s silent plea and held completely still. “Figured I’d save it until…but it’s harder than I thought. Way, way harder.” Souji gasped a laugh. “Not sure I’ve ever been this hard before.”
He gasped again as Yosuke grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down into a kiss, a scorching one that made him buck, sucking on Yosuke’s lips and tongue like he’d suck his cock and he realized there was no way he’d be able to hold back-Yosuke’s hand had tightened around him-and he was going to…going to-
“Come.”
Maybe it had been an order but it was more of a fact because in that moment Souji bit down far too hard on Yosuke’s lip, thrust his hips forward hard enough the stretch of foreskin, trapped in Yosuke’s firm grip, hurt, and came so violently he howled.
“Holy fuck…”
The amazement in Yosuke’s voice did nothing to dampen Souji’s pleasure.
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After catching his breath and at least bits of his sanity Souji opened his eyes and met Yosuke’s, heavy lidded and dark. “That was intense.” He shifted on top of Yosuke, only to find the cock none of them had had time or sense to tuck back into Yosuke’s jeans was half hard, nesting between the cheeks of Souji’s cotton clad ass. It made him shift again.
Yosuke groaned quietly before grabbing Souji’s hip with a sticky hand, urging him to hold still. “Understatement of the year, man.” With his free hand he reached under Souji’s skirt and gently pulled up his panties, not bothering to wipe him down beforehand, most probably thinking it wouldn’t matter anyways since they were already ruined, the cotton sticky and dark.
Souji resisted Yosuke’s grip and rolled his hips again, slowly and carefully. “You’re getting ready for a second round.” With a small smile he slipped his hands from Yosuke’s shoulders up to his neck, knitting his fingers behind it and letting his thumbs stroke along a smooth jaw.
Both of Yosuke’s hands now clamped down hard on Souji’s hips, this time making sure he didn’t move. “Can’t see how I couldn’t, getting to see you come like that. Your face, the look on it… I have jack-off material for months now.” He chuckled. “You really need to hold still though. My dick’s real sensitive.”
“I’m sorry. Want me to get off you?”
“Hell no, I love having you on my lap. Just sit still, willya?”
once again, tbc
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My face is so red I don't even... Holy shit you write some hot stuff.
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