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Ooh~ la la! Never in my wildest (and wettest) dreams did I ever think this kink meme would yield such passionate results! With nearly five thousand comments in the initial post, I figured it was high time we bring the naked party over into a new post to leave the first open for request followup and... other forms of fulfillment
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"Hey!" Naoto suddenly lost her calm, collected facade as she lost her hat. Which further became undone with Yosuke suddenly calling more attention to himself with a grin...
"Don't worry, Yosuke, Ace Detective, is on the ca--AGH!"
Yosuke doubled over, learning first-hand that Naoto was a lot stronger than she looked, as she belted him, snatched the hat back, and placed it back on what she felt was its rightful spot. "What was that for?!" she immediately questioned him, giving no time to recover as she waited for a response.
Cringing through the pain, Yosuke hoarsely answered with a query; "So...how'd I look?" Damn, Naoto hits hard. Really hard, he thought. The only time that he could remember being hit harder was Chie's critical hit to his nads. And that was debatable.
"Like an idiot." Naoto was fuming, glaring death at him. She had every right to be, from the perspective of what little rational thought he had left. He had, without warning, taken her hat, and perhaps mocked her as well. The rational course of thought would be to apologize profusely, stay flat against his side of the wall, wait for the closet to be opened, and hope to god that she wouldn't despise him for the rest of his life.
Yosuke, however, was not operating on anything resembling rational thinking as of this moment. "Heh...you know, I said this before, but...you're cute when you're pissed off."
Naoto stammered and sputtered in response, blushing in embarassment. Yosuke was so tempted...just to lean in and...no. It had to be the heat. And the drinks. Or possibly both. He normally wouldn't dare...would he? He couldn't...he wouldn't...it wouldn't be right. Not at all. It was just the heat playing tricks on him...
...all of the rationalizing in the world wouldn't stop him. Almost as if on instinct, Yosuke leant in, kissing Naoto on the lips. Within a few instants in time, with that cue, she had completely let go of her inhibitions. Her eyes changed from embarassing and panicked to wild and wanting, as she embraced him and reciprocated the kiss. This was a completely different side to Naoto. This wasn't the cold, calculating Detective Prince, impossible to approach, and reluctant to approach in turn. This wasn't the Naoto who would prefer to pass herself off as a boy. This was a completely different side to Naoto, seen neither in the TV world, nor in her shadow.
Events were a blur to Yosuke, but next thing he knew, his back was against his side of the closet, Naoto was wrapped around him, grinding against him in a nigh-frenzy, clothed wetness rubbing against cloth-bound bulge. His mind was in total disbelief of what has happened--in fact, what IS happening. It was like a scene from the hentai that he had watched, or the ren'ai games that he had played...and were it not for what he felt...he'd think it wasn't real...and the rest of his body could barely take it as is. And despite this, his body moved of its own accord, hands moving under her shirt, groping skin and bandages alike. Feeling a hardened nub through the cloth, the Detective Prince gasps sharply...and Yosuke's hazed mind figures out precisely what he's feeling under there.
And, the situation being too much for his mind to handle, Yosuke Hanamura ruins his pants within mere minutes of the start of these events, eyes closed in sheer pleasure and disbelief.
"Ah...hell. I--"
"Don't talk." Naoto interrupted. She had let go of herself for now, and didn't want to regret it. Not yet. Not until her desire was filled.
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As the two quickly fumbled with their respective zippers, entangled in each other's limbs, Yosuke yelped once with surprise as Naoto's hand shot down to the opening in his now moist, warm, and sticky pants, then again in pain, protesting "Don't tear it off!" as she practically ripped his wet, half-soft boner out and pulled it in the appropriate direction. With a quick and quiet "sorry," interspersed betweem breaths, Naoto hesitated...prior to shoving her undergarments to one side and plunging down on it, using her other hand to shove the member inside her depths.
Yosuke's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Naoto engulfed him; if what happened before was unreal, then this was practically heaven. The tightness, the wetness, and the warmth...while the heat previously was uncomfortable, he couldn't get enough now. He pulled the Detective Prince as close to him as possible--as much as he could consider Naoto a "prince" in any sense of the word while he was inside her most feminine depths.
She, on the other hand, cringed and strained at first at the intrusion. While informed through hearsay and rumors from Yasogami High that the first time hurt, she was unprepared, gritting her teeth and quickening her breath from the pain as she tried to get used to the fundamentals of human reproduction. Regardless, she nodded to Yosuke in an attempt to signal him to continue, intending to sate her desires one way or another...
What started awkwardly continued awkwardly, both attempting to find a rhythm to their movements; while they occasionally got it right, it took a matter of minutes and no small number of stops to finally get their pace down to something...acceptable. Regardless, eventually the banging, thumping, and even moaning could be heard from the main room, once the two were too far into it to care if others had heard.
...Or care about the latest decree from outside.
"Number 1...*snrk*...hahah...release the prisoners!" A voice ready to crack with laughter shouted...and with a disgusted sigh from Chie, the closet was unlocked...and opened--leaving the rest of the room to see Naoto and Yosuke humping like rabbits...
Chie's mouth dropped, and she froze in a shocked, horrified state. Kanji likewise looked onward, looking both shocked...and crushingly downcast. Both staring, unable to take their eyes away. Yet Hanamura and Shirogane did not freeze until they heard Yukiko Amagi fall to the floor, breaking out in riotous laughter like no other could.
...At that point, they stopped, and in unison turned their heads toward the rest of the group looking onward, Yosuke in both sheer terror and embarassment, while Naoto attempted to hide her fear, only showing her own humiliation on her face...
"Woohoo! Alright, Naoto, you go girl!" a drunken, slurring Rise Kujikawa shouted.
The usually quiet Souji Seta decided to break his silence as well; "Woah. ...That's hot." The usually quiet Souji Seta apparently was a pervert, Yosuke thought. Never mind that he was quadruple-dating as well...
"Is Yosuke scoring with a hot stud?" Teddie asked...
Yosuke's and Naoto's faces turned so red with embarassment that one would fear that every blood vessel in their face had burst simultaneously. Yosuke had only one coherent thought over the feeling of total and complete humiliation: I'm going to fucking kill that bear!
...and just as soon as things couldn't get worse, Chie's eyes widened with absolute terror as a slam and the three scariest words she could hear erupted from the front of the house...
"Chie! We're home!"
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Needless to say, I'm glad that it was found to be entertaining.
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