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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... )
With Kanji’s screams of terror as their background music, the Investigation Team plus a mysterious detective prince went about choosing their second king of the evening.
“Oh, whoa! I think it’s me this time,” Yosuke spoke up and held out his chopstick for confirmation, looking slightly pleased. With the power in his hands, maybe this game could take a turn for the… less creepy?
Yukiko clapped her hands in delight before using them to cover a mouth bubbling up in giggles. There was something about Yosuke being kinged that was simply too funny to stand. Then again, the couch she was sitting on was rather hilarious too all of sudden. It was so big… and fluffy… and couchy… Oh god, couchy. She fell back into her seat, rolling in hysterics.
“Long live the keeeng! … Until nesht turn!” Rise grinned impishly, head bobbing unsteadily back and forth as if her neck was having trouble keeping things upright on their proper shoulders.
“W-what’s wrong with those two?” Chie asked to no one in particular, glancing about nervously. “Uh, try and keep things tame here alright, Yosuke?”
Yukiko and Rise turned out to be a little too tipsy for anyone in the group to handle, however. After a loud, forceful brainstorm, the two had decided on their own course of action for the king.
“So!” Rise banged her fist on the table. “The person hash to give the king a biiiig, tiiiiight hug!”
“On his lap~!” Yukiko chimed in happily.
Chie quickly blanched at this outcome. “Y-yosuke! Say something!”
Grinning sheepishly, Yousuke shrugged his shoulders. “The other girls seem really set on this, so… my hands are tied.”
“Your hands are not tied! You… you lying little pervert!” Chie shot him a murderous look.
Naoto looked off to the side and sighed softly. Teenagers…
Blatantly ignoring the opposition, Yosuke brightly called out, “Uh… how about… number four!”
“Aw, not me…”
“Not me either! Boo…”
“And not me… phew.”
Souji, who had been content to quietly observe the spectacle up to this point, just stared intently at his chopstick then at Yosuke then back at his chopstick.
“Ohhhh!” Rise whistled. “How delicious!”
“Partner?!” Yosuke paled. Out of all the… “W-what’s your number?”
“Four,” was the succinct reply.
“Woohoo!” Yukiko cheered. “Hug! Hug! Hug! Get on his lap, Souuji-kun!”
Souji stood - face flushed and eyes averted as he walked towards the brunette. Each step seemed to take a lifetime and Yosuke fidgeted as the boy neared, feeling awkward in his own skin. He really hadn’t expected this. A soft snuggle from Yukiko, maybe. A sultry hug from Rise, possibly. Or even a begrudging cuddle from Chie. But this…
This was Souji. Souji. The thought made him nervous as hell. He swallowed heavily, cheeks aflame.
Souji stood in front of Yosuke now, a slight coloring to his own cheeks. The vulnerable look on Yosuke’s face made his stomach flip. This atmosphere - the girls catcalling, the rave music pulsing heavily through the air - made things almost unbearably tense as Souji sank down onto the brunette’s lap as far back as he was able so that he was nearly sitting on Yosuke’s knees - legs on either side of the other boy’s and digging in to the end of the couch.
Yosuke stared determinedly down at his hand, fingers fisted tightly into the material of the couch, his friend’s weight heavy on his thighs. He was so aware of every breath, every slight movement. It was almost painful. Oh, how he wanted to die.
“Pffft!” Rise cackled out. “You call that a hug?! You chiiickens! I’ll show you how it’s dooone!”
Souji suddenly felt a hard push from behind as Rise shoved him further onto Yosuke’s lap. His legs bent as he slid roughly onto the couch, coming flush against Yosuke, lips connecting with the brunette’s forehead.
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