Damien Kova
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Late Night Pleasantries WIP (Persona 3)
🕑 Added 2021-07-12 17:00:06 +0000 UTCDay after day, week after week, Minako felt a true sense of pressure from Mitsuru with every step of the missions she went on. After she was declared the new leader of SEES and effectively put in charge of the group to defeat the shadows, she found herself with even more pressure on her. But being a teenager in high school, there were other things on her mind that she couldn’t indulge in now that she was a part of the group. And that she especially couldn’t indulge in once she became the leader.
However, that didn’t stop Minako from noticing the way Mitsuru seemed to walk around at night in nothing but a pair of panties and a long-sleeve shirt when she thought everyone was asleep. Someone needed to stay up on the few nights that Minako let everyone sleep in, just in case something serious happened. But it never failed to arouse the SEES leader to see the wonderfully hot and rich redhead walking around like that. And it always seemed to catch Minako’s attention when she noticed that Mitsuru left the button-up shirt that she wore during the night unbuttoned, allowing her large breasts to spill free.
Fortunately, Minako was the kind of young woman that had control of herself. She knew how to restrain herself from thinking sexually of her roommates at the SEES dorm, especially the former leader that still somehow commanded over everyone. At least, she was until she walked out in the middle of the night to a siren that she heard in her dream, rushing her way to the living room to see Mitsuru sitting on the couch. The busty redhead had a cup of coffee in hand, her button-up shirt open with half of each of her breasts on display, and only wearing a pair of red panties that matched her hair.
“M-Minako!? W-What are you do-”
In her half-asleep state, the lust that she felt toward the former leader just seemed to bubble up and take control of Minako. She didn’t bother to fight it as she rushed over to the couch and placed a hand over Mitsuru’s mouth, quieting her, while her other hand latched onto the plump and shapely breasts that resided in the long-sleeve shirt that she was wearing. Minako didn’t say a word as she cupped and kneaded the large breast that was in her hand. She didn’t say anything as she looked Mitsuru in the eyes and brought the hand that was covering her mouth down to the cup of coffee that the redhead was holding.
Usually, Mitsuru would be able to put the situation down in an instant, reminding Minako that she should be asleep and in bed. But with just how quickly, and incidentally rough, the newest member of SEES moved, it caught the usually stoic redhead off-guard. And she didn’t know how to react when Minako pulled her hand away from her mouth, the sensation from the firm grip that the new leader’s hand still lingering against her cheeks and her lips. On top of that, the feeling of Minako’s other hand kneading and playing with her breast through her top caused the usual quick reaction that Mitsuru had to be slowed even more.
Mitsuru didn’t even have anything to say when Minako leaned her head forward and caught the redhead’s lips in a heated kiss that caused her to reel in her seat. And when the kiss lingered, lasting for far longer than either of them would have expected, Mitsuru couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The combination of Minako’s soft lips against her own, that firm grip on her breast, the strong scent of musk that began to fill her nostrils and her mind, and the now free hand drifting along Mitsuru’s exposed thighs. All of it combined into something that caused the former leader of SEES to falter in her reaction. And in the moment of falter, she not only returned the affection that was given to her, but let out a quiet and almost inaudible moan whenever their lips would part.
Of course, Minako wasn’t done with Mitsuru. The lust that coursed through the young woman caused her to firmly grab onto the redhead’s thighs when her hand reached the point, forcing her legs apart in an instant while their lips were parted. And the sound of shock and excitement that stumbled out of Mitsuru’s lips sparked something inside of Minako. A mixture of lust, desire, excitement, anxiousness, and joy flooded the young woman’s heart all in an instant. And at this point, with everything flowing through her at once, she had woken up to the point that she knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted to do from here.
Without missing a beat after spreading Mitsuru’s legs apart, Minako used her grip to pull down until she was lying flat on her back, the shirt that she was wearing shifted out of the way to fully expose her supple breasts. “I hope you can forgive me, Mitsuru. I can’t, and won’t, be holding back.” In the back of her mind, Minako knew that what she was saying made it sound like she was going to rape her partner, that she was going to see things through whether Mitsuru enjoyed herself or not. But from the look in Mitsuru’s eyes, the confusion and desire that swirled within them, she knew that Mitsuru didn’t see it that way.
Mitsuru didn’t know what to do as she watched Minako climb onto the couch and suddenly straddle her stomach, wondering just what was going to happen from here. All while watching her friend reach into the pajamas that she had on and pull out a cock that flopped down against her stomach, just inches underneath her breasts. Immediately, the heat and smell that radiated off of the quickly-hardening shaft struck Mitsuru. The heat that lingered against her skin almost felt like it was going to burn her, while the scent filled her mind and slowly but steadily clouded her thoughts.
There wasn’t a single thought in Mitsuru’s mind as Minako suddenly grabbed onto her breasts, pleasure and pain both filling her for a moment. Right before that scalding heat from her leader’s shaft dragged along her stomach and made its way between her breasts. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt that heated, throbbing rod force its way into her cleavage, a foreign sense of bliss filling her. Sure, Mitsuru knew dozens of things lovers could do together, whether they were alone or whether they were in front of others. But it was her first time experiencing such a powerful heat and scent against her own skin.
Unfortunately for her usually stoic nature, that inexperience showed as she bit down on her lower lip while her leader squished those large breasts around her cock. A deep blush started to rise to Mitsuru’s cheeks when she realized that what Minako said was true. She wasn’t going to stop until she was satisfied. And, somewhere deep down, Mitsuru didn’t want her to stop. Especially once she felt Minako start to actually thrust between her breasts.
At first, Minako had a slow and steady pace, simply wanting to bury each and every inch of her hardened shaft between her friend’s wonderful tits. But as the pleasure that coursed through her started to grow, the arousal that she felt bubbling up inside of her, the pace that she had set quickly began to increase. It didn’t take more than a moment for things to go from that slow and steady pace to a near frantic chase for pleasure, Minako thrusting as quickly as she could between Mitsuru’s breasts.
However, the thing that she enjoyed the most out of this wasn’t the soft feeling of Mitsuru’s breasts wrapped around her cock. Nor was it the feeling of the former leader’s soft lips pressing against her tip with each and every thrust, thanks to her just reaching that far. It was the intense gaze of desire and lust that Mitsuru shot her way. A look that made it clear that, while she didn’t say a word, she didn’t want things to stop here. A look that silently begged for more.
Seeing Mitsuru of all people giving her a look like that was almost enough to make Minako cum right then and there, when she realized just how Mitsuru felt. But she knew better than to let things end too quickly. Something in the back of her mind told her to slow her thrusts and relish in the feeling and look that Mitsuru was bringing her. And that’s exactly what Minako did, forcing herself to slow her pace almost as quickly as she increased it while compensating by getting slightly rougher with her dear friend.
Hot and heavy breaths left both of the young women as they began getting lost in their lust. Mitsuru wasn’t able to pull her eyes off of Minako’s face, captivated by the fact that someone she held in such high regards had a side like this. And Minako couldn’t pull herself away from gazing into Mitsuru’s eyes, the fact that someone so beautiful and smart would be able to cave in to her desire so easily. It drove them both to wonder just how this was going to end and where this was going to go. Especially Minako as she pushed herself closer and closer to her orgasm.
In the back of her mind, the debate of whether to cum on Mitsuru’s face or in her mouth came to Minako. She didn’t know which would be better. Covering such a beautiful face would almost be like a work of art. But, ever since she first had sexual thoughts of Mitsuru, having her swallow every drop of her cum was something that Minako had always wanted. As she got closer and closer to blowing her load, she didn’t know just what she wanted to do, her thrusts becoming erratic as she tried to find an answer.
Thankfully, the answer came to her in the form of Mitsuru leaning her head forward and wrapping her soft lips around the head of Minako’s member. Neither one of them said a word as their eye contact broke for the first time in a while. Neither one of them knew just what to say to this. Mitsuru simply reacted to what her body wanted and took Minako’s shaft into her mouth and Minako was more than happy to give Mitsuru anything she wanted right now.
With the new sweet and welcoming feeling of Mitsuru’s mouth around her shaft, it didn’t take more than another moment for Minako to reach her peak. Unfortunately, the pleasure that she felt skyrocketed too quickly for her to be able to warn her friend that she was going to cum. The only thing that left Minako’s mouth as she blew her load was a loud and shameless moan that likely filled a few of the dorm rooms in the building. But she couldn’t bring herself to care about that as rope after rope of her thick, potent, and delicious spunk coated Mitsuru’s tongue.
As each and every drop of seed landed on her tongue, the blush that was on Mitsuru’s cheeks darkened. Embarrassment and lust filled her in equal measures as she silently debated on swallowing down Minako’s seed or spitting it out. But something in the back of her mind, some little voice told her to not pull away. To not quit just because she wasn’t in charge of what was happening. And, on a whim, Mitsuru did exactly what that little voice told her. She began swallowing her leader’s cum, taking each and every drop down her throat with audible gulps that could be heard across the room from her.
