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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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See, this is how it goes.
They go back to her Shadow world. Purple walls, strobing lights, pounding music. Rise doesn't want to be there; tells them that. No-one listens.
Souji takes his team and heads into the club, leaving her and Naoto stuck somewhere near the entrance. She's scanning the others, smudges in a river of light - and Naoto's fiddling with her gun, cleaning it maybe - when there's this noise. Fingernails on glass. Her head starts tingling, an itch at the edge of her mind she can't quite scratch.
Then there's fog everywhere; except now the fog's steam and there's hot water under her feet. When she looks down she's wearing nothing but a white bathtowel. The room smells like the shampoo she uses, a mix of vanilla and strawberry. Everything seems perfectly normal. She's just taking a shower at home.
But that isn't quite right, because she opens the bathroom door and walks out into the same bright lights, the same pounding music drilling a hole in the back of her skull. There's a bed against the far wall - and sitting on the edge, Naoto. She's clutching her head with one hand and doesn't appear to notice Rise.
Take her.
The thought hits like an electric shock.
Take her, own her, use her.
Rise walks towards the bed, the voice in her head buzzing louder than the pounding beat.
Make her notice you.
Because no-one ever does, do they? Look at Naoto. Doesn't even know Rise's there.
The ever-observant detective prince. Rise wants her - him - whatever, wants to be noticed. Wants sharp grey eyes watching her, soft hands on her thighs, short dark hair against her skin. She darts a hand down and snatches Naoto's yellow tie in a single motion - then yanks it up, dragging her off the bed with a yelp. They're left pressing up against each other, faces inches apart.
You deserve her attention.
Naoto's eyes are unfocused. "R-Rise...? What.."
Stammering as usual. She needs to shut up and listen. Rise grabs the detective's hair and yanks her towards her; bites down hard enough on Naoto's bottom lip to force her mouth open; thrusts in her tongue. Naoto pushes at Rise's shoulders with her hands, but the longer the kiss goes on the more half-hearted her movements become. When Rise finally pulls back, fingers still wrapped around Naoto's tie, she curls her lips up into a smile.
She wants this too, doesn't she?
Naoto's shaking her head. "Rise, this...this isn't you." Wincing, she raises a hand to her temple. "This is..."
She turns away, and Rise's temper snaps.
Look at me!
Attention, love, the touch of another. Rise doesn't just crave these things; she needs them. She shoves Naoto hard, knocking her to the floor.
Hold that pose, Risette. Work the camera!
Rise killed off that part but nothing improved. Now she's just ignored - and she can't stand it. She's sick of the bullshit. She throws herself down on top of Naoto, knocking the air from the detective's lungs.
Sit up, Risette. Smile.
The towel's half hanging off her. Doesn't matter. This is what everyone wanted to see, isn't it?
She straddles Naoto's hips and starts tearing her shirt open.
Beg, roll over. Play dead.
Why the hell shouldn't she take what she wants for once?
Her hands stop dead, tight in Naoto's grip. "Rise. Don't."
For a single moment the strobing lights stop and the voice in her head fades - because this is wrong, isn't her at all. It doesn't last. The beat just keeps on going, and she jerks her hands away and wraps them around Naoto's throat.
There's a good girl.
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very nice, anon. this anon is getting more and more into rise/naoto, and this creepy hawtness encourages it. :3
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captcha: traditions go?
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