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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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Yosuke placed his free hand on Naoki's stomach, slowly dragging it upward. When he reached his chest his hand was cupped around air, like something was missing. Yosuke stopped his kisses, apparently jarred, before flattening his hand and pinching one of Naoki's nipples, already slightly hard from the cool air. Burrying his face into Naoki's shoulder he gave out a strangled moan.
"S-Saki-Senpai..."
That name was like a slap in the face. Naoki jerked back, his expression a mix of horror and shock. He yanked away from Yosuke with a garbled howl, managing to free his arm from the other's vice-like grip. He swung blindly at the older boy, his fist glancing off of Yosuke's chin. His second punch wasn't as good, Yosuke dodged it and caught Naoki's arm once more, yanking him to the side. Naoki fell to the ground and Yosuke straddled him, pinning him there.
"Why? Why do you have to look so much like her? When I look at you I can only see her!" Yosuke growled. Pulling Naoki's shirt, arms still in the sleeves, to his wrists and twisting it repeatedly effectively tied the first year's arms behind his back. Naoki grimaced as the cloth cut into his skin. Rolling Naoki over he positioned himself between the younger boy's legs, grinding his hips into him hard enough to make Naoki cry out in pain.
Naoki gritted his teeth, his arms digging painfully into his back, forced to lay on them. Yosuke was sucking on his neck again, nipping lightly and then smoothing over the bite with the flat of his tongue. He tried to kick him off, but Yosuke was too close for him to really do more than weakly knee him in the sides. Naoki did it anyway, and earned a painful not-so-light bite on his collarbone.
One hand came up and gripped Naoki's chin, forcing him to look into Yosuke's face. He could feel the other hand creeping down his stomach, fumbling with the zipper on his pants. But Yosuke's eyes never moved from the other's face, watching each reaction. It stunned Yosuke how much he looked like Senpai. So pale and fair-haired, his features thin and delicate. His hand slid underneath the waistband of Naoki's underwear, intently watching as Naoki flushed and tried to look away, biting his lip to stifle any sounds. Would Saki make that face, would she gasp like that?
Naoki felt the very tips of Yosuke's fingers bump into his cock and cringed, expecting to be handled roughly...But nothing came. Yosuke had stopped again, looking through Naoki rather then at him. "No," he muttered, confused. "Saki didn't..." The hand holding Naoki's chin left and joined the other, yanking down his pants until they hung off of one leg and quickly unzipping his own, pulling his already-hard member out. Naoki glanced down, then quickly looked away. His face was red and his eyes looked as though he might start to cry. "Y-Yosuke," he whined, voice waivering. "Yosuke, stop. Stop."
Yosuke began grinding against Naoki again, not as rough as before, his cock rubbing against Naoki's as he held the younger boy's hips. A high moan forced itself from Naoki's throat, the warm tingling sensation growing from between his legs and spreading through his body. Yosuke leaned over, aiming to kiss him again but Naoki immediately turned his head away. The brunette took advantage of the moment and ran his tongue over the shell of Naoki's ear, breath hot and heavy as he nipped at the earlobe and Naoki moaned, his back arching. Naoki was panting too, but he was breathing harder, making little half-sobs with every few breaths.
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Removing his hand from Naoki's stomach he immediately turned Naoki's face towards him, locking lips with a low groan as he pressed a single finger inside the other. Naoki cried out, the sound muffled by Yosuke's mouth. With the introduction of a second finger Naoki jerks out of the kiss, shaking, begging the older boy to stop. Yosuke ignores him, wiggling his fingers around, stretching Naoki. Naoki bites his lip, looking up at the sky and trying not to feel those fingers scissor inside him. They brush some part inside him and his whole body jerks, shaking as a white-hot heat rolls over him. The second year watches as he shivers, watches his face, Saki's face.
Naoki whimpers when the other's fingers disappear from inside him, body aching to feel that intense burst again while his mind wants to be anywhere but here. He hears Yosuke say something, but he either can't really make out the words or he doesn't really care. Yosuke positioned himself, cock pressed against Naoki's entrance before pushing himself in entirely, hissing sharply as the tightness surrounded his dick. Naoki gave a choked scream, hands balled into white-knuckled fists underneath him. Yosuke's thrusts were hard, he held Naoki's hips with both hands to keep him in place as he pounded into him again and again.
Naoki was crying, tears rolling freely down his cheeks. He wished his hands weren't trapped under him, he wanted to cover his face as his sobs turned into breathy moans. The aching, frantic feeling inside him was building, becoming too much. He just wanted it to end, to feel release. Yosuke was hitting that bundle of nerves repeatedly now, causing Naoki to jerk around uncontrollably as he pressed into Yosuke's now erratic thrusts, feeling the aching between his legs melt into a white-hot rush that flooded his entire body.
When Naoki's body arches, his head thrown back, mouth open in a long, gutteral moan, it pushes Yosuke over the edge. "Saki!" he grunts, making one final thrust, his seed spilling inside the other as he rides the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Pulling himself out gently, he collapses onto Naoki like a puppet whose strings were cut. For a few minutes they both just lay there, Yosuke with his face burried in Naoki's shoulder, Naoki with his head tilted away, eyes closed.
Yosuke picks himself up without saying anything, zipping up his own pants and nudging Naoki onto his side and untying the twisted shirt. Naoki doesn't resist, doesn't move his arms even though they're free. Yosuke reaches over to pull Naoki's pants back onto him, but stops when Naoki barks at him "Don't." Yosuke stood up, a nauseous feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.
A raindrop lands near Naoki's face, sending little droplets of water onto his cheek.
"I hate you, Hanamura."
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but yeah A+++ i think my heart exploded with rage at one point and i loved every second of it
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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Besides the randomly twitching between "tenses" *Damn me for not remembering what to call them* it was really really sad and well written and and. :<
I kept wanting Souji to come and be like "BIIIICH!*angerangerrescue*"
C... Captcha... I keep getting weird things. "wriggly take". Wow.
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