[Persona 4] Stress Relief
Title: Stress Relief
Fandom: Persona 4
Author: inksmears
Characters/Pairings: Naoto/Kanji
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kanji/Naoto and oral sex.
Author's Notes: N/A
There are lot of problems that arise when Kanji comes to visit her at work during the times she stays at the office late. Almost all of them involve a high drop in productivity. Especially right now as Naoto found herself sitting on her desk, back pressed into the wall and Kanji's body pressed to hers. He had her arms successfully pinned back, kissing her hot and heavy with absolutely no restrained passion. All the paperwork she had been diligently working on was scattered hopelessly across the floor. When Kanji broke apart she gasped for breath. A shudder ran through her as he unbuttoned her collar to lavish attention on her neck instead.
He had barged into her office and, without a word, hard started kissing her before Naoto could protest. A few minutes and one locked door later Naoto found herself at his mercy. She knew it was her fault in a sense that she hadn't really been home for a full night in.... well, a while. Work had been busy. By the time she did get home she was to exhausted to do much but sleep. Apparently this had finally frustrated Kanji enough to come find her at work instead. Or so Naoto theorized. It was her explanation for why he was practically ripping her clothes off anyway.
Naoto tried to wiggle free from his grasp. "W-Wait, Kanji-kun... This place is..."
No one else was at the station, she knew. And she also knew the door was locked and the only key to it was in the pocket of her winter coat that hung on the back of her desk chair. She knew off this, knew that logically no one could walk in on them, but it didn't stop her from being self conscious. She squirmed insistently.
"K-Kanji-kun..." She protested and gasped. He had her shirt open, hands already loosening her bindings to slip his fingers underneath them. And her pants... Wait, when had he taken those off?!
With her hands now free she used a fist to bonk him on the back of the head, successfully stopping his ministrations as he yelped. "Don't ignore me."
Kanji finally looked up at her, flustered, and scowled. "I ain't."
"Then stop," Naoto sighed, exasperated. "It is inappropriate to do this here."
Kanji grinned. "Oh yeah? Then how come you're enjoying it so much?" His hand slipped down, fingers pressing against her throughly soaked underwear.
Naoto's flushed face grew a darker shade of red as she jumped, shuddering hard. "Wh-What, I'm not...!" But she was. She really was. The prospect of doing this in her office was suddenly an incredible turn on.
He suddenly kissed her but the touch was gentler than previously. "You've been kinda stressed lately. I thought..." He hesitated, looking shy. "Well, I thought I'd help you relax. Or at least convince you to come home on time for once."
Ah, so her prior theory had been incorrect. The gesture was sweet and thoughtful, something she had come to appreciate about Kanji. Still, this method was plausible to achieve his goal but Naoto wasn't sure that would work on her. She glanced away, eyeing the papers laying across the floor. He was making her feel hot and bothered but he hadn't gotten her mind off of the task at hand. She was worried now about having to put everything back in order. Now all the papers were scattered and she would have to pick them all up and--
She felt her legs suddenly part and snapped her attention quickly back to Kanji. He had pulled her underwear off at some point during her thought process and she felt his tongue press hot and wet against her slit. Naoto jumped and slammed her palm into his shoulder to push him away, eyes wide.
"K-Kanji...!" She gasped. "Wh-What are you...?!"
Not there! Her mind cried in panic despite the pleasurably sensation the motion had caused. They had been intimate before (several times, actually) but that intimacy had never included this. Well, not for her. She was perfectly happy to give ministrations with her mouth but receiving them was a different story. She had never thought of being on the receiving end before because something about it had always seemed so wrong, so inappropriate.... so shameful.
She felt his fingers tighten on her thighs, breath hot against her skin. "Relax," He told her and his voice sounded so sincere. "Jus' relax..."
Naoto shook her head in horror, blushing furiously. How could anyone relax? Or so she thought at first before she felt his tongue again, dragging slowly upwards. When the motion reached the top, sliding across the little bundle of nerves there, she can't keep from moaning. Her fingers tighten on his shoulders and he does it again, sliding his tongue slowly along her sex. And then again... and again... Slowly but firmly and steadily licking at her folds. And slowly Naoto lost her resolve to protest. Her shame melted away. Something that felt this amazing couldn't be wrong. She also completely forgot what it was she had been worried about prior to this sensation. Something about work but what did it matter now.
"Oh..." She groaned out, whole body trembling. "O-Oh... oh. K-Kanji-kun, ah..."
Naoto didn't think she'd ever felt anything like this before. His pace sped up, motions of his tongue much faster and only increasing in tempo with each whimper that left her lips. Naoto slid her fingers through his hair, tugging and gripping at the short strands. Her back arched and she pushed her hips forward, head falling back against the wall with a soft cry. She thought briefly to keep her voice down and in check just in case but it was hopeless. She can't think straight. She can't concentrate on anything but how amazing it feels to have his tongue pressed against her, occasionally slipping inside her. Her breath gets heavy, her panting louder. Her face is a nice shade of red and her eyes can barely stay open.
And then it came, that release of all the tension that had been building up, and she cried out softly when it does. Her body jerked and her fingernails dug painfully into his scalp. But Kanji didn't complain, continuing diligently to run his tongue over her as she rode out her release. And when it was all over she slumped heavily back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath.
"O-Oh..." She moaned again and she can't seem to really get her mind back in order.
Kanji moved back up, wiping his mouth as he went, and gathered her in his arms. Naoto thought dazedly that she would definitely not mind feeling his tongue against her like that again.
"I'm ready to go home now," Naoto breathed against his ear.
Kanji grinned.
Fandom: Persona 4
Author: inksmears
Characters/Pairings: Naoto/Kanji
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kanji/Naoto and oral sex.
Author's Notes: N/A
There are lot of problems that arise when Kanji comes to visit her at work during the times she stays at the office late. Almost all of them involve a high drop in productivity. Especially right now as Naoto found herself sitting on her desk, back pressed into the wall and Kanji's body pressed to hers. He had her arms successfully pinned back, kissing her hot and heavy with absolutely no restrained passion. All the paperwork she had been diligently working on was scattered hopelessly across the floor. When Kanji broke apart she gasped for breath. A shudder ran through her as he unbuttoned her collar to lavish attention on her neck instead.
He had barged into her office and, without a word, hard started kissing her before Naoto could protest. A few minutes and one locked door later Naoto found herself at his mercy. She knew it was her fault in a sense that she hadn't really been home for a full night in.... well, a while. Work had been busy. By the time she did get home she was to exhausted to do much but sleep. Apparently this had finally frustrated Kanji enough to come find her at work instead. Or so Naoto theorized. It was her explanation for why he was practically ripping her clothes off anyway.
Naoto tried to wiggle free from his grasp. "W-Wait, Kanji-kun... This place is..."
No one else was at the station, she knew. And she also knew the door was locked and the only key to it was in the pocket of her winter coat that hung on the back of her desk chair. She knew off this, knew that logically no one could walk in on them, but it didn't stop her from being self conscious. She squirmed insistently.
"K-Kanji-kun..." She protested and gasped. He had her shirt open, hands already loosening her bindings to slip his fingers underneath them. And her pants... Wait, when had he taken those off?!
With her hands now free she used a fist to bonk him on the back of the head, successfully stopping his ministrations as he yelped. "Don't ignore me."
Kanji finally looked up at her, flustered, and scowled. "I ain't."
"Then stop," Naoto sighed, exasperated. "It is inappropriate to do this here."
Kanji grinned. "Oh yeah? Then how come you're enjoying it so much?" His hand slipped down, fingers pressing against her throughly soaked underwear.
Naoto's flushed face grew a darker shade of red as she jumped, shuddering hard. "Wh-What, I'm not...!" But she was. She really was. The prospect of doing this in her office was suddenly an incredible turn on.
He suddenly kissed her but the touch was gentler than previously. "You've been kinda stressed lately. I thought..." He hesitated, looking shy. "Well, I thought I'd help you relax. Or at least convince you to come home on time for once."
Ah, so her prior theory had been incorrect. The gesture was sweet and thoughtful, something she had come to appreciate about Kanji. Still, this method was plausible to achieve his goal but Naoto wasn't sure that would work on her. She glanced away, eyeing the papers laying across the floor. He was making her feel hot and bothered but he hadn't gotten her mind off of the task at hand. She was worried now about having to put everything back in order. Now all the papers were scattered and she would have to pick them all up and--
She felt her legs suddenly part and snapped her attention quickly back to Kanji. He had pulled her underwear off at some point during her thought process and she felt his tongue press hot and wet against her slit. Naoto jumped and slammed her palm into his shoulder to push him away, eyes wide.
"K-Kanji...!" She gasped. "Wh-What are you...?!"
Not there! Her mind cried in panic despite the pleasurably sensation the motion had caused. They had been intimate before (several times, actually) but that intimacy had never included this. Well, not for her. She was perfectly happy to give ministrations with her mouth but receiving them was a different story. She had never thought of being on the receiving end before because something about it had always seemed so wrong, so inappropriate.... so shameful.
She felt his fingers tighten on her thighs, breath hot against her skin. "Relax," He told her and his voice sounded so sincere. "Jus' relax..."
Naoto shook her head in horror, blushing furiously. How could anyone relax? Or so she thought at first before she felt his tongue again, dragging slowly upwards. When the motion reached the top, sliding across the little bundle of nerves there, she can't keep from moaning. Her fingers tighten on his shoulders and he does it again, sliding his tongue slowly along her sex. And then again... and again... Slowly but firmly and steadily licking at her folds. And slowly Naoto lost her resolve to protest. Her shame melted away. Something that felt this amazing couldn't be wrong. She also completely forgot what it was she had been worried about prior to this sensation. Something about work but what did it matter now.
"Oh..." She groaned out, whole body trembling. "O-Oh... oh. K-Kanji-kun, ah..."
Naoto didn't think she'd ever felt anything like this before. His pace sped up, motions of his tongue much faster and only increasing in tempo with each whimper that left her lips. Naoto slid her fingers through his hair, tugging and gripping at the short strands. Her back arched and she pushed her hips forward, head falling back against the wall with a soft cry. She thought briefly to keep her voice down and in check just in case but it was hopeless. She can't think straight. She can't concentrate on anything but how amazing it feels to have his tongue pressed against her, occasionally slipping inside her. Her breath gets heavy, her panting louder. Her face is a nice shade of red and her eyes can barely stay open.
And then it came, that release of all the tension that had been building up, and she cried out softly when it does. Her body jerked and her fingernails dug painfully into his scalp. But Kanji didn't complain, continuing diligently to run his tongue over her as she rode out her release. And when it was all over she slumped heavily back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath.
"O-Oh..." She moaned again and she can't seem to really get her mind back in order.
Kanji moved back up, wiping his mouth as he went, and gathered her in his arms. Naoto thought dazedly that she would definitely not mind feeling his tongue against her like that again.
"I'm ready to go home now," Naoto breathed against his ear.
Kanji grinned.