What Time Is It?
ITS THAT TIME AGAIN
Prompt time, that is. The time of year when I invite you to deluge me with prompts! The fill might be short, it might be big. I don't really care what rating it is, or who the character is as long as I've played with them before, so with that said make some prompts!
Prompt time, that is. The time of year when I invite you to deluge me with prompts! The fill might be short, it might be big. I don't really care what rating it is, or who the character is as long as I've played with them before, so with that said make some prompts!
The girls will probably call her a traitor for this, she knows. Not only because he's one of the guys, but because he's the ringleader of all things. Maybe the guys would too, on second thought. Or Akihiko-senpai at least, if only because he wasn't in on Ryoji and Junpei's fantastic plan.
She doesn't care really, and judging by the enthusiasm of Ryoji's chilled lips against hers, neither does he. It's only been a few minutes since Surt's weak rendition of agi gently melted away the results of Kirijo-senpai's Execution, and already she's forgotten exactly how Ryoji managed to get her into the water.
"Wa-" She starts as their mouths part, only to lose her chiding words against his cold lips again. It's not that she wants to complain, but her towel is slipping away and...he doesn't even have a towel. And a normal teenage boy shouldn't have the strength to hold her up with one hand, submerged or not.
She should be worried. Ryoji's slowly warming hand already has a grip on the corner of her soaked towel, and he isn't wasting time with things like 'permission'. A naked, apparently horny friend is straddling her in the hot springs, and instead of running or slapping his stupidly cute face, she's moaning.
There aren't any words between them when they part again, her mind suitably dazed and his gaze sharp with hunger. Her lips move, but wherever the words go is a mystery- the only proof they ever existed is in his smirk, his possessive golden eyes and a whispered response she doesn't quite catch.
The words are lost on her, but the meaning finds its way to her mind without another utterance between them. A deeper intangible connection between them, one that Minako can't quite trace, renders words useless.
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To interrupt Ryoji now with such a silly question would be a waste of time they could spend exploring this new and eerily familiar facet of each other.
"Minako." He grunts, confident in the sound of her name on his tongue. She doesn't even think to respond beneath him, dimly aware that the shift of her body and hurried, hot breath washing against his chin communicates more between them than words ever could.
"It feels like..." He mutters, losing the words against the slippery skin of her neck as he mouths his way down the graceful curve, indulging his senses in her taste and scent. "I should have always been here."
She fails at biting back her pleased sigh, deeply aware of his fingertips grazing her lips. Ryoji is more persistent than she ever would have guessed, despite his enthusiastic approach to dating. Still, her hands push back at his, trying to distract him.
"No. I'm coming back, Minako." He mutters against the hollow of her throat, rasping his tongue and lips against her skin. His hand takes a hold of hers tightly, redirecting them to the side as he parts her folds without a moment of hesitation, flicking his thumb against her clit.
"Nn-!" It's more of a squeak than a moan, but it drives Ryoji wild anyway. His teeth scrape down her neck and bite down on her collarbone lightly, just hard enough to make her jerk beneath him and against his thumb again. Her thighs press together tightly on instinct- that's nice, too nice to stay still for, and he seems to sympathize with her feelings as his thumb presses down and guides her clit around and around in slow, deliberate circles.
"No, Ryoji..." She moans, relying on his supportive arm to keep her afloat as she adjusts to the strange but welcome sensation of somebody else's touch between her thighs. "The others...they're..."
What was she saying again? It seems unimportant now, with her mind gradually succumbing to the ebbing pressure between her thighs.
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"We belong here. As one. Where I can fulfill you..." Ryoji groans and tightens his grip, slowly pulling her forward and-
Ohwaitnowaitthat-
"Aa!" She kicks, slaps at his chest and squeezes her thighs together tightly, but it only makes his barely audible low groan louder and his grip inescapable as he continues to push, inhumanly bright blue eyes locked onto hers.
"That's right." He releases a shuddering breath, pushing between her walls despite the odd mixture of welcome and resistance. "See? We fit together so...so perfectly."
Their lips finally meet again, partially distracting her from the almost painful discomfort inside of her. Ryoji isn't small, and even as she adjusts it feels like his cock immediately swells to fulfill her once again. Their tongues clash messily, teeth clacking together as Ryoji adjusts his hold until he has an arm wrapped around her hips, leaving the other free to finally roam her slick body.
She tries not to think too hard about why he only begins to shift inside of her after he wraps his fingers around her throat, thumb placed perfectly against her pulse.
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