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... )
Souji never really thought about clothing. He had good fashion sense, he supposed, but as long as he looked presentable there were other things to worry about and other things to judge people on - not that he tried to judge people, of course, but a girl looking good in a dress didn't make up for a terrible personality and a guy who had holes in his jeans might be worth dating. So, although he appreciated a well designed outfit, clothes were, for the most part, pretty null for Souji.
Until he set eyes on Yosuke.
Then things got really awkward, really fast. Like, getting aroused - really aroused; sorry I have to go to the bathroom aroused - on the first day of school by the sight of a total stranger awkward.
Things just got worse from there. Or better? The point was, he got to see Yosuke in more clothing and everything he wore - every single thing, Souji couldn't believe it, it wasn't fair - made him so hot that it was a miracle he was able to keep any composure around Yosuke at all. And, holy shit, when he saw Yosuke and his Shadow in the same room…
His wrist actually hurt for the next few days (and his conscience because, you know, he'd jerked off to thoughts of the embodiment of his friend's repressed feelings but, well, he wouldn't have done it if the Shadow hadn't been so hot. Imagining the Shadow wearing that red scarf had not helped in the slightest, although it was over a week before he needed to think of anything else).
He did a pretty good job at hiding it at first. He was able to pass off wanting to run his hands over Yosuke's shirt as removing dirt from his shoulders and back and chest (amazing how much dirt Yosuke got on him), and if he lingered too long - or stared, he had to stop staring (at least so openly) - Yosuke laughed nervously and cracked a joke and didn’t think twice about it. Which, to be honest, probably wasn't the best way to go because it just made Souji bolder.
He loitered around Junes while Yosuke was on the clock and found reasons to be in the same aisle so he could admire that apron. He learned that sitting across from Yosuke at their special table allowed him to stare without being noticed too much (much less than constantly being turned sideways at least). He decided, after realizing Yosuke could even pull off the track suits they'd been forced to wear on the camping trip, that if he didn't do something about this soon, he was going to be hard for the rest of his stay in Inaba.
But how to tell a guy - especially a guy like Yosuke, who could be pretty touchy - that not only was Souji attracted to him but that his entire wardrobe made Souji fantasize about being bent over a table and fucked while Yosuke rocked those damn red pants and that T-shirt and please, God, wear the headphones while we do it?
Souji liked to think he was pretty smart but he couldn't figure that one out, and he knew he'd have to soon because he was starting to slip up. He could only compliment Yosuke's fashion sense and reach into his pockets for change so many times before he got suspicious, after all.
And then Yosuke invited him over to his house and Souji, because he was an idiot sometimes, said yes.
"Sorry it's so damn messy," Yosuke said, kicking a pile of odds and ends aside as they stepped into his room. "I've been meaning to clean but Teddie wants to look at every single thing I own and he never puts anything away."
"That's fine," Souji said, poking at a rolled up ball of paper on Yosuke's cluttered desk. "You could just put these in the trash, you know."
"Oh, uh…" Yosuke shot forward and gathered them up, face red. "Yeah, I should. Let me throw these away and-"
"Yosuke, can I use the stove?"
"What? Hell no, Ted! Sorry, partner, I'll be right back."
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But a glance turned into pulling things out and examining them and that turned into holding shirts up to his chest and looking at himself in the mirror. Not because he thought he'd look good in some of them - although the idea of wearing Yosuke's clothes was attractive; maybe he could borrow an outfit. And, uh, wash it afterwards, of course, maybe a couple of times - but because doing so allowed him to visualize how they'd look on Yosuke better, which, well, he shouldn't have done, at least not in Yosuke's room because his thoughts went right to the gutter.
By the time Yosuke came back upstairs, muttering about burnt ramen and stupid bears who couldn't read directions, Souji was red-faced and harder than he'd been in days and planning on a way to get Yosuke to try on every single outfit he owned without coming off as weird (maybe if he just said it was a command as Leader?).
He didn't actually notice Yosuke was in the room until he heard the door shut. Then he turned around and, as a guilty afterthought, shoved the shirt he'd been holding (not the first one - that was in a growing pile on the bed) behind his back. "Did you finishing helping Teddie?"
"Yeah, he was hungry so I made him something to eat." Yosuke glanced at the bed, the closet, and back to Souji. Or, more specifically, the really obvious bulge in Souji's pants. Damn his decision to wear slacks today. "I've got good tastes in clothing, don't I?"
"Huh?" Out of all the responses he was expecting, that was not one of them.
"The closet." Yosuke rubbed the back of his neck. "It was…kind of why I invited you over."
"So I could go through your clothes," Souji said, unsure if he understood this right.
"You're always talking about my shirt or my pants or…" Was he? Looking back, he had been mentioning even Yosuke's school uniform a lot lately (Souji didn't know he'd had a thing for that uniform until he saw Yosuke in it. Made classes a little awkward). "So I thought you'd like to come see what else I own."
"I…It's a good wardrobe," Souji said.
"You…want me to try something on?" Yosuke smiled, a hesitantly cocky curve of his lips.
"Yes. Please. Wear…" Souji looked at the shirt in his hands, decided it wasn't good enough, and dragged something out of the pile he'd already gone through. "Wear this and, uh…"
"Pants too?"
Too many choices; Souji wanted Yosuke to wear everything. Why didn't he have a clone or something? He decided on a pair, though, and after tossing them to Yosuke, rocked back on his heels and watched shamelessly as he changed. Seeing him in his boxers was good but in the new outfit-
"Can't I touch…?" Souji stretched a hand out.
Yosuke looked away a little self-consciously. "Sure."
Souji meant to go slowly and to not be creepy about it, but once his hands were on Yosuke's shirt he couldn't stop himself from just…moaning and balling it and sliding his palms down his pants and, shit, he couldn't have both hands in Yosuke's pockets and touch him so he compromised by leaving one hand in his front pocket - "Partner, that's-that's not change." - and exploring him with the other.
"Sorry," he said, "this must be really weird for you. I mean, they're just clothes but, ugh, I don't know. You-ugh."
"No, it's… It's actually pretty nice." Yosuke put his hands on Souji's waist and his thigh between his legs. "But it's not just the outfit, right?"
Souji pressed against it eagerly. "No, no way," he said, "I've liked you for a really long time. Since I got here, basically."
"Oh?" Yosuke kissed his neck and gave an experimental suck. "Me too."
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"Haha." Yosuke laughed, nervous and aroused, against Souji's neck. "I don’t know how. I mean, kind of, I do but I'd probably suck at it without preparing and Teddie's downstairs." When Souji whined, he added, "But I've got an idea."
The idea involved taking Souji's hand off of him. He wasn't sure he liked it until the rest was revealed: getting on his knees in front of the mirror and bending over so he could see Yosuke situated behind him, and having his pants shoved down so Yosuke could jerk him off. The whole time, Yosuke rocked against his ass and Souji watched his reflection so he could take in the best part - Yosuke didn't remove a single stitch of clothing, only bothering to undo his fly and lower his pants enough that he could feel Souji through his boxers.
Souji couldn't really manage words at this point. Seeing his red, panting face in the mirror - composure, didn’t Souji use to have composure at one point? - Yosuke smiled a little more confidently.
"You know," he said, "if you really want me to fuck you next time, I'll wear whatever you want. I won't take it off either; I'll do it just like this."
Worked up like he was, that was all Souji needed to hear to come messily over Yosuke's hand. Yosuke got himself off by leaning low over his back and thrusting hard, hissing, "Fuck, Souji," as he finished. Souji didn’t complain about his weight when he draped himself over him, enjoying the pleasant, hazy afterglow and the way Yosuke was gasping against his ear.
That, however, proved much less enjoyable as the doorknob turned - "Are you guys okay? I heard-" - and Yosuke shot up and yelled, "Dammit, Teddie, you open that door and I'm going to kill you!"
"Oh!" Souji would envision the offended look on Teddie's face even without seeing him. "How rude! Sensei, did you hear what he said to me?"
"How rude," Souji repeated, sitting up and leaning back against Yosuke, eyes still on the mirror. "We'll make it up to you later, just go back downstairs please."
"If Sensei says so…"
"Thank God," Yosuke said after he left. "I don't know how I'd explain this to him."
"You really don't think this is odd?" Souji asked, glancing at him. "I mean, I got off because of your clothes."
"That depends: is in me in the clothes or are you just really attracted to my shirt? You were holding it pretty tightly earlier."
"It's you in the shirt," Souji said. "Just…ugh, you know how to put an outfit together."
"Then I don't mind." Yosuke wrapped his arms around him and kissed his ear. "Actually…do you want to go shopping with me later this week? I'll try stuff on for you."
"Oh, that's not fair," Souji said, but he agreed, of course.
He resolved a few days later, after Yosuke got him embarrassingly aroused in the department store, that he had to uncover Yosuke's kink so he could exploit it as well. It was only fair.
But only once he got Kanji to make Yosuke a scarf.
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The headphones are part of the ensemble, my friend. It pulls the look together, in many instances. And we've discussed that the scarf is just unreasonable, there's no reason for that to be as hot as it is considering it exists pretty much entirely in fanon.
"That depends: is it me in the clothes or are you just really attracted to my shirt?" <-- ahah yes. I was trying to explain this kink to someone before and they stared blankly at me for a moment before deciding I was sexually attracted to articles of clothing. Such an awkward position to try and back out of; 'No! Yes! Kind of? Certain people in particular articles of clothing...?'
You have made me so happy. ♥ You also have me curious as to what Yosuke's kink might be~
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I love you back. ♪ Sooo glad it came out well for you, and I loved writing Souji being barely able to contain himself. Underneath that calm facade, he's just as flaily as Yosuke.
Pfft, that sounds awkward, although also a little hilarious because I imagine someone missing the point entirely and going, "Oh, you're turned on by shirts in general? 8D"
Glad I could do so. ♥ Heh, I have no idea what Yosuke's kink might be but those papers on his desk? Totally love notes to Souji.
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Oh, that just makes that bit even better. ♥ Also, random thought that might be appealing to both of us? Maybe the headphones could be worked into Yosuke's kink, somehow~ I've always found something about sharing music to be a bit overly intimate, and considering how Yosuke's headphones are practically an extension of himself, maybe he'd agree?
Mostly I just think an exchange like that could be hilariously awkward; "What are you doing, don't take those off--" "I have to, I want you to wear them." "...what?" How to abuse that kink-- taking a very invasive interest in Yosuke's taste in music all of a sudden?
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fff, I feel dumb; super obvious kink is not only super obvious but it's actually one of mine: Souji wearing Yosuke's headphones, especially if the cord disappears into Yosuke's pocket (not even because that means Yosuke controls what he listens to but because it connects them and, uh, intimacy and...stuff, haha). I actually meant to post a prompt about the first time Yosuke shared his headphones with Souji at one point, but forgot.
Oh man, they'd be the only couple in Yasogami who not only stayed completely clothed when they fooled around, but, in Yosuke's case, actually gave their partner more things to put on. Taking advantage of the kink: stealing and wearing Yosuke's headphones all the time, even when they're turned off because seeing Souji in them gets Yosuke stoked.
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It was always relatively easy to tell when Yosuke had added a new selection of songs to his MP3 player, considering that his headphones became permanently affixed to his ears for most of the following week. Removed only when it was absolutely, unavoidably necessary, for the most part he would settle for simply lowering the volume a touch whenever he deemed whatever was going on around him worthy of distraction.
Sitting on the rooftop of the school and eating lunch with his best friend (partner, boyfriend, something), Souji decided, was apparently not one of those things.
"What are you listening to, anyway?" he asked, reaching over to pull Yosuke's headphones from his ears and attempting to go through the motions of putting them on over his own when the other reached out and snatched them back protectively.
"D-don't!" Yosuke sputtered, face flushed beet red, "You can't just do that, man! Not in the middle of school, what if somebody--?"
He trailed off at the look Souji gave him in return; an even mix between confusion and growing suspicion. That type of reaction was more the sort he might have expected getting for reaching over and shoving a hand down the other's pants in the middle of a crowded hallway (which he assumed was probably at least somewhat similar to the one that reaching over to put a hand into one of his pockets typically earned him--having free reign to do so meant that it happened perhaps a little more frequently than was entirely necessary). Souji cocked an eyebrow at him, motioning his hands in an okay, whatever you say gesture before dropping them from where they'd hesitated after having the headphones removed from their grasp.
"Why not?" he tried, tone belying that he already had a pretty good idea.
"It... it's personal, okay? It just feels too..." Yosuke's ears burned when Souji only looked at him expectantly, waiting for the rest of that sentence. He glanced away, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. "It's weird."
"Sure," Souji replied, reaching over with one hand to unclasp the topmost button on the other's uniform jacket, fingers tracing the hem of the v-neck visible underneath. Yosuke just glared at him, the unspoken implications all that really needed to be said.
"It's not like that," he argued, "And besides, how is it my fault if my getting dressed in the morning turns you on?" He tilted his head away when Souji buried his face in his collar, still running the fabric through his fingers, and ignored the muffled protest of yes it is, you do it on purpose, "Sharing music is like... it's an intimacy thing, y'know? It's weird if you just--"
"Idiot," Souji interrupted, nipping at the other's neck to punctuate the sentiment and gripping at the fabric of his shirt tighter when he tensed in response, "In case you hadn't noticed..."
The bell saved Yosuke a very embarrassing discussion about the nature of their relationship and what levels of so-called 'intimacy' were and were not school-ground appropriate behavior. He practically ran to his next class.
And then he made the mistake of assuming after a couple of weeks without incident that maybe Souji had forgotten the entire exchange.
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Which ended as abruptly as the music in his ears, Yosuke's eyes snapping open when Souji removed his headphones and sat back from his position atop him to place them over his own ears. When Yosuke reached for them, he just leaned back further, closing his eyes as he listened.
The lyrics weren't particularly embarrassing (they were, however, in English; Souji allowed himself a moment to wonder just how much of the music Yosuke listened to he could actually understand) and the tune itself wasn't far off the mark from what Souji had always figured he listened to, loud and oppressive with a heavy beat and plenty of guitar. He hummed thoughtfully, nodding his head to the beat for a measure or two before he was satisfied, opening his eyes again and moving to pull the headphones back off when a hand around his wrist stopped him.
He glanced down, biting back surprise and something unidentifiable in response to the flush that had crept across the other's face. Yosuke bit his lip, looking indecisive for a moment before letting go of Souji's wrist in order to grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down close and mouthing the words against his neck, only barely audible over a dip in the volume of the song that was still blaring in his ears; "Leave them on."
Souji failed to suppress a shiver, feeling more than hearing the low groan from his own throat when the lips against his neck grew bold, including teeth and tongue, hands roaming over his body and pulling him close. The pulsing sound in his ears gradually overloaded his senses, making it impossible to concentrate on much of anything, much less whichever incoherent noises managed to escape him by the time Yosuke had managed to swap their positions, situated between his legs.
Every movement seemed in tune with the music coursing through his skull--Souji would wonder later, when he was again capable of keeping his thoughts in order long enough to, if the music was simply so second nature to the other that it came naturally or if he'd purposefully met the audible rhythm--intensifying every sensation tenfold, and damn if he wasn't sure that Yosuke was purposefully abusing his control over the MP3 player at points, the volume dipping out or ramping up in his ears at just the right times.
It was chance that he came in the space between songs, panting and gasping and (God, he wasn't sure he'd known he was capable of making that sound) hearing a myriad of swears mixed in with his own name that probably would have pushed him over the edge regardless.
From then on, things at Yasogami High got a little awkward.
Souji had developed an intense interest in music seemingly overnight--specifically whichever music Yosuke happened to be listening to at the time, judging by how frequently he would make off with the other's headphones for himself--and the entire first week that weather permitted, Yosuke wore a long red scarf to school every day and blatantly refused to take it off.
Fair was only fair, after all.
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Haha, I can't stop grinning, I feel like a dork (thank goodness no one is looking at me but I'm still embarrassing myself). I can't properly express how ecstatic this makes me. ♥♥ I can only imagine being a student at Yasogami and wondering what in the world had gotten into Seta and Hanamura lately and why they keep going red when they look at each other.
Souji's little yes it is, you do it on purpose was love. The first time they have a fight (over something stupid because they're dorks), Yosuke invites him over and just sits around the house naked to punish him with all of his clothes hidden where Souji can't find them.
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Both of these fills were both great. Kudos!
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