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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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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... )
"...And this is my room!” Rise declares, her arms flinging out widely as she opens the door.
Teddie opens his mouth, but closes it again. His eyes are wide as he takes in the decor - people are always so surprised that her walls are not bright pink, but a delicate shadow of butter yellow, and that she has a bookshelf rather than a large, expensive stereo, but Rise likes her things and she likes her things subverting expectation just that little inch.
“I've never been inside a girl's room before,” Teddie whispers, awed. He runs his hand along the surface of her dresser, a lover's caress, before wrapping his fingers along the handle and moving to open it.
“Hey!” Rise runs over and impedes his progress, slamming the drawer shut. “You can't do that. That's my... my stuff. A girl's drawers are off-limits, that's like, the law!”
Teddie pouts, his lower lip jutting out. “I've never heard that law before.”
Rise presses her lips together because she realises that while she has had boys in her room before, she's never quite thought of Teddie as a boy-no, that's not right. She's never put two and two together because it comes out five and she knows if she thinks too long about it she'll just end up frustrated. Teddie was just Teddie is the easiest way to think of it. But to the rest of the world, he is a boy, a boy who flirts with everyone and acts like a child in a way that always makes her laugh and isn't bad to look at either, and as she's thinking this her gaze dips a bit to the hollow of his neck and the way his collarbone shifts when he looks away, and suddenly the room seems a good deal warmer.
“Rise-chan, are you okay?” he asks, but he doesn't care as much as he's just bothered by her seeming lack of attention.
“Yeah, I'm okay,” she says, shaking her head to shake off the thoughts she was having. It doesn't work. “Look, just... don't do that, alright? It's rude.”
“Okay, I won't,” he says, disheartened. The room is silent, given an almost sullen air by Rise's outburst, until an idea occurs to Teddie, and Rise is too fascinated by the chance in his expression to say anything. It's a bit like a rising sun, the way his eyes lift up and his mouth twists into that very familiar half-smile that means he's about to attempt something less than appropriate. “You'll have to make it up to me, though,” he continues, slowly, slyly.
Rise resists a sigh. Teddie is her friend, or something. She can live with that. “Oh, yeah? What?”
“Uh,” and then Teddie is suddenly shy, his hands dropping at his side. He can't really look at her, but finally manages to have one eye open to gauge her reaction. “Can I have a smoo-uh, a kiss?”
She doesn't buy his shy act for a second.
Still, she agreed. Rise smiles, “Okay, sure. Close your eyes.”
He doesn't.
She leans in. She doesn't want to close her eyes because there's a good chance she'll miss and how awkward would that be, but instinct takes over and her eyes close halfway there, so when she's met with just air instead of the Teddie-lips (still weird) she was expecting, she is very surprised. Her eyes shoot open.
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“Teddie! What--”
“Not there, Rise-chan!” he nearly shouts, and it doesn't escape her attention that he has taken his trousers off and is only wearing boxers-Yosuke's likely, because they have arrows pointing at the... area on them, and why the hell is she thinking about Yosuke's boxers? This is so wrong. Almost as wrong as Yosuke sharing his boxers. Ew. EW!
“Follow the arrows!” he all but screams.
“Keep it down!” she protests, quickly placing her hand over his mouth. “My grandmother is sleeping downstairs.”
“Sorry,” he says, his voice muffled. He's not really sorry, she knows that, but she's far too distracted by the hum of his words against the palm of her hand to notice. She feels... weird, inside. Like she drank too much water. She's had this feeling before, obviously, but...
Suddenly, she doesn't want to think. Maybe the fact that it's late out, and she's had a nice day showing Teddie around town. She's not tired, but she's something.
“Okay,” she says, removing her hand.
“Okay?” he repeats. He eyes her suspiciously, his jaw tense.
“Okay,” and this time she grins, bouncing up and down on her heels. “I'm not going to do... that, but,” but the decision has been made, and she feels like she's flying, and she grabs his hand and pulls him toward her bed, “but... I can't let you go back to that creepy TV world without having at least done this.” Yeah, because that makes it any less like she's taking advantage of him, Rise berates, but it only lasts a moment.
He clearly wants to be taken advantage of.
He lets him kiss her this time, and it's sweet, even if his eyes are open and she can feel him staring at her. She guides his hand to the hem of her shirt and his hand is underneath, on her back in less than a second, creeping upward, and she breaks away from him, just a bit. “You have to take my shirt off before the bra, Teddie,” Rise says, and he pouts a bit but does it anyway, and there's only a slight snag when one of her earrings catches on her collar.
It takes a bit of work, but they manage to get undressed, and Rise gets a bit of a thrill at the sight of their clothes in one common pile, and she almost wants to skip to the end so she can try on her shirt like they do in movies but his hands are on his waist and going lower, lower, and then she can't quite remember what she was thinking about. He's just... feeling his boundaries, she knows this, but she likes it anyway, maybe because it's her first time too, but she has a better idea of what to do to make him... happy. She presses against his thigh, feeling her sex and hair against his muscle, and his expression changes and he can barely look at her and she resists declaring her triumph as his (just , Rise) dick rises in response.
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She smiles. “It's okay, Teddie.” She reaches out and pulls him down to her. “Just relax.”
She takes him in her hand - she doesn't want to hurt him, and apparently guys are very tender down here (up there, whatever), but he doesn't protest, other than his ears tinging pink and something inside her stomach swells, fluttering like a bird. She doesn't know if it'll fit but this is what men and women are designed for, right? Right, and with one breath, she guides it in, with Teddie leaning against her, and her hands feel kind of like they do when she sees flips past a gory movie on TV, unable to really do anything and stop thinking about that! Stupid, stupid.
It doesn't matter a second later because Teddie begins to wiggle, except wiggle is totally not the right word to use because it makes her think of an earthworm but this time she can barely picture it because he's still wiggl-writhing, writhing is a good word-and she has to press her mouth against his shoulder to keep from gasping out loud. Her eyes dart up briefly but the room is hazy and really warm and hazy, with squiggling lines like everything is submerged in water and-oh, god. Oh, god.
She must've voiced that last “oh, god,” because he continues, his mouth pressed against her hair.
“Like that, baby?” he asks, his voice low, and she definitely knows he was faking the shy thing earlier, although she can't quite remember when it was anymore, and if someone was quizzing her on their very weird foreplay (or notplay) she'd definitely fail because--
--just because.
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I'm glad you liked it, though! :)
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