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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
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It was gentle and soft and very much not-Naoto, and when he'd imagined this - 'cause fine, he had - it'd never been on the floor of his Ma's living room, but none of that seemed important. Kanji wrapped his arms around her awkwardly - for some reason he got the impression he might just break her, even though it sounded dumb just thinking it - just before she pulled back and looked at him. "Sorry," she murmured. "I didn't know how else to phrase it."
Kanji decided that she'd conveyed what she was trying to tell him pretty damn well. "You...uh, don't need to apologize."
Naoto smiled. He could count the number of times that'd happened on his fingers. "No...I suppose not." Then she leaned down to kiss him again, strands of her hair brushing over his cheeks. More intense this time. He moved his mouth back against hers, running his hands down to the small of her back and the edge of her shirt. She flinched, just slightly, and he tried to break away on instinct - but then she caught his lip in her teeth. Wasn't hard enough to hurt, but sure as hell made him stop.
She was the one who eventually broke it, and shifted so she was kneeling either side of his hips. Looked at him, biting her lip. "D-do you mind if..." Then she shook her head, and gestured to his shirt.
Did that seriously need an answer?
Kanji just stared at her, and Naoto must've realized it was kind of ridiculous too. Instead of waiting for a response, she just lifted up his shirt and rolled the material up to his neck, then leaned back down over him. Started running her hands over his chest - and he could tell they were shaking, probably as much as he was. She pressed her lips against his skin, trailing kisses down his collarbone - then raised her head to look at him. "We...we can..." Stopped again, looking very frustrated with herself.
No problem, he got the general idea. It was difficult, lying on the floor, but he worked his shirt up over his head - Naoto helping towards the end - then focused on undoing the buttons on hers. Figures it'd be a dress shirt instead of something easy; also didn't help that Naoto was stroking her hand through his hair and playing with the short tips. Took him longer than he'd like, but her shirt was open, and he trailed his fingers up over her stomach. Softer skin than he'd imagined - and yeah, so he'd imagined that part too. Made no difference; none of it matched up to reality. His hands reached the bindings, and he looked up at her. She paused - then shook her head. And yeah, he was a little disappointed, but he wasn't gonna push her into it and it didn't matter much. Moved his hands back down her ribs again, and started tracing circles in the small of her back.
He realized she was fumbling with his belt, and jolted up. "I...uh..."
Naoto jerked her hands back - then looked up at him, flushed even redder. "S-sorry, I thought..."
No no no wait there a second. "I...I didn't mean that! Just...you sure?"
She nodded.
Kanji swallowed, hoping he could hide how nervous he was - like there was a chance of that - and unfastened his belt. Naoto started doing the same, both of them kicking off their pants. He'd imagined all the stuff leading up to this, but not this part - especially not with his mother a floor below in the store - and part of him just wanted to get up and say hey, let's just leave it at that, right? The rest of him wanted to punch that part in the face. Especially since he was hard enough to start aching.
Had to be careful though. "My ma...she's..."
"...we'll keep quiet," Naoto said - and he honestly hadn't expected that. Figured she'd be the responsible one, right? Except she really wasn't, because she was the one running one palm over his stomach, tangling the other in his hair, the white material of her shirt rubbing against his ribs. Too much for him to process. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. "Y'know...I-I really didn't think that this would happen..."
Naoto chuckled softly - holy crap, did she actually laugh? "...me neither. You...w-well..." She trailed off, then leaned down and kissed him again. Broke off, looked him in the eyes - and she looked as nervous as he felt. "I really..."
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