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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... )
Note: Souji is her PA here, not manager (he seems a little young for that role). Hope that's acceptable.
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Performing was always a major high; the spotlights, the cheers of the fans, the sheer delight of being on stage. Coming down again afterwards was the difficult part. Rise felt exhausted.
Souji was standing behind her, massaging her shoulders. "You need a break."
"I know. The tour only has two weeks left." She didn't mention that it'd already been three months. Positive thinking, right?
She'd been able to persuade her agency to take Souji on as her personal assistant; one of the concessions they'd made in exchange for her coming back. They didn't need to know quite how 'personal' the role was. Idols didn't have boyfriends - it spoiled the illusion. They'd kept things between them a secret for six months, and it'd been tougher than she ever expected. Souji, she knew, wasn't happy with the lifestyle at all. Just wasn't something they talked about.
He leaned down, nuzzling against her neck. "Go relax in the shower. You'll feel better."
All Rise really wanted to do was sleep, but she nodded anyway. "Sure, Souji. I'll be ten minutes or so." She turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before walking into the bathroom.
The hotel was expensive - only the finest for Risette, her manager had said, and she'd kind of wanted to laugh - and the bathroom was spacious. She stripped, and hopped in the shower. Dance routines were taxing, and she always felt slightly grubby after a performance. To be honest, the whole tour had been a trial. She loved and loathed the lifestyle; some days, even with the highs, the latter took over.
Within a few minutes, she heard the bathroom door open, then the grating sound of a zipper and clothes falling to the floor. It was a surprise - he'd never walked in on her before - but she still smiled to herself. Souji always had a knack for timing.
Rise didn't turn around; just kept washing as Souji stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smirked, back pressed against his chest. "Hey...is this a shower scene? I told the agency I wouldn't do these."
He laughed, a low rumble in her ears. "Trust your assistant on this one." He turned her around to face him, and leaned down to kiss her, his hands pinning her firmly against the shower wall. The combination of the warm water and Souji's hands on her skin was intoxicating, especially as he started gently sucking on her lower lip.
Rise wasn't the passive type. Grabbing Souji's upper arms, she quickly reversed their positions. He didn't seem to mind; never had a need to dominate. She tucked her head under his neck, lips tight against the skin in the hollow of his collarbone. Ran her hands down his front, lower and lower, trailing over his abdomen, making him shudder against her.
Souji elected to repay the favor, and pushed her shoulders away, making room to lower his head to her chest; hands and lips everywhere, sucking against soft skin. Breath hitching just slightly, she looked down at his head, his grey hair wet against his scalp. No matter how the secret hurt to keep, she couldn't do this - couldn't be Risette - without him here.
He raised his head again, then picked her up by the waist to brace her against the wall. Rise wrapped her legs around him on instinct, shivering as his fingers ran along the inside of her thigh. She couldn't help but moan, though the sound was muffled by his lips.
It was tricky positioning themselves - the warm water masked so much sensation - but they shifted together and she felt Souji slowly press into her; sensed rather than heard him groan against her mouth. Wasn't their first time by any means, but the tingling and fullness across her hips was no less intense. Souji flexed against her, settling into a steady rhythm, pushing her back against the smooth tiles of the bathroom wall. Hands fisted in his hair, soft silver in her fingers, she pressed her hips against him to match every thrust.
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