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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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Such a long day it had been inside the TV, and Souji was positively starving. And he bypassed an offer to eat with the gang at Junes. After all, there was something more delicious waiting for him at home in the fridge.
Delicious and dangerous.
It was always different, always surprising. Leftovers that weren't leftovers, and leftovers that had been sitting there for months. But he couldn't resist tasting them. It gave him an odd thrill. ...Maybe thrill wasn't the right word, but, it got his blood pumping and his mind racing.
He didn't care that it was wrong, and even when the food(for lack of a better term) made him sick, he could not resist going up to his room and touching himself, because the adrenaline would kick in and danger made him terribly, terribly aroused. Hell, inside the TV he would try so hard not to whip it out and jack off all over a shadow or two or eight. But that was a different story.
The one time he found a clump of dirt and grass in the depths, he had swallowed it down, the bitter taste making his face twist and his entire body protest. But it had been so satisfying, knowing he had beaten death once again. And even though the pain in his stomach had threatened to make him break in two, he had gone up to his room and fapped like he had never fapped before. The whole time he had imagined that the dirt was rolling over his skin, grass leaving stains, wriggling and driving him insane.
And the same feeling of anticipation was hitting him tonight as he walked in the door and kicked off his shoes. He fought to stop himself from running to the fridge and slamming the door open. He greeted Nanako, walking nonchalantly to the humming metal contraption, reaching for the handle and opening it painstakingly slowly, wondering what treat would await him.
Nothing was catching his eye though, just the same stuff that usually greeted him, sitting on the doors and shelves. That is, until he started digging, seeing the lid of a container he hadn't noticed. His face lit up like a small child on Christmas morning about to open up presents. 'Nanako's pudding...!'
It looked so innocent sitting there. All brown and jiggly and begging to be gobbled down. It was fresh too, meaning, he wouldn't get sick.
But she was sitting right there, watching TV. Not paying attention to him. If he ate it... then she wouldn't have it. But stolen food always tastes good, no matter what, his stomach told him. Souji just didn't want her to see him in the kitchen eating it. His heart was pounding with the decision he needed to make heavy on his shoulders. And the longer he stared at it, the more it was pleading with him to eat it, to rub it all over himself, to do with it as he would.
Guilt be damned, Souji was so fucking hard right now.
He picked up the pudding and took it out of the fridge, closing the door, and quickly making his way upstairs into his room, shutting the door and depositing the pudding onto his work table. Oh yes, he would be getting much work done tonight.
TearingTaking off all of his clothing, he sat on the couch, legs spread and feet propped up on the table.
He felt so exposed to the pudding, open wide for it's prying gaze. Souji shivered, not sure if it was from the chill in the air, the anticipation, or because the pudding had come out of the fridge. But it didn't fucking matter because this was real, and it would be amazing.
He couldn't stop his hands from roaming his body, fingertips roaming his chest, arms, his stomach, moving to gently touch his thighs, going from the outside to the inside, teasing, but GOD. DAMN. HIS HANDS AREN'T COLD ENOUGH THEY CAN'T FUCKING COMPARE.
Sweet Jesus he fucking needed it now. He wants the pudding to take him and make him it's bitch. He wants it sliding over his skin and slithering into his ass, cradling his cock in cold, creamy, chocolate goodness, between his fingers and making his nipples harden.
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He'll be fine though, because now he's sitting back against the couch, and the container i turned completely over, gelatinous contents slowly wiggling out until gravity works it's magic and it plops softly, messily, onto his stomach.
And god if that doesn't make his cock throb.
His hands spread the delicious mess out, half of it going up his chest so he can play with his nipples, the cold making them hard just like he had imagined. His fingers slipped and slid while trying to grasp onto them, feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he can't wait any longer. He's denied himself far too long and he doesn't want to play anymore.
His hands scoop up the rest of the pudding, not caring it if was distributing evenly in his grasp, just that he needed to touch himself FUCKING NOW. Thus, his pudding filled hands grasped onto his aching erection, a loud moan spilling from his lips as his back arched completely and his body writhed unashamed.
Fuck, that felt amazing.
One hand slid downwards, cold pudding messily dripping onto his sac and towards his ass, and nothing had ever felt so good in his entire life. His other hand slid along his erection, spreading the luscious treat along his shaft, feeling beads of precum mixing and he couldn't stop the moan when he imagined the taste.
But it wasn't enough, even as he pumped himself and caressed his balls almost roughly, he needed more. And he knew what he'd need to do, having not a shred of hesitation. His hand slid lower, the heavenly substance following his fingers as he pressed two into his ass, the cold contrasting incredibly with the blazing heat. He didn't care about the slight sting, because the pudding was soothing any ache he had.
His hand moved faster, fist closing tighter around his cock, the pudding making it slide along easily. He also fingered himself with the pudding as the most savory lubricant. The cold had diminished and it was left dripping, runny, and more than ever it felt like the blazing hands of a lover, owning him completely.
It didn't take too much longer before his orgasm hit him like a freight train, semen mixing with warm pudding and making a complete mess. But he didn't fucking care, because it felt so good. He let himself calm down for a minute or so before sweeping up as much of the mixture with his hand as possible and licking it up.
The combination was godly.
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Also, I am never looking at pudding the same way again. godiwantsome
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:D
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OH EM GEE
THAT WAS SRSLY
DELICIOUS
OH GOD
AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO EAT PUDDING AGAIN ='(
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THEN MY JOB HAS BEEN DONE <3
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