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Prompt: What Happens in the Back (Persona)
🕑 Added 2019-02-19 03:34:46 +0000 UTCSummary: As the Phantom Thieves explore Mementos, Futaba gets bored and demands entertainment. To help entertain and satisfy her, she decides to have some fun with her boyfriend in the back of the Mona car. Includes: Dominant Futaba, Oral Worship
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The Phantom Thieves drove through Mementos in relatively peaceful silence. Makoto was at the wheel, driving the group with Yusuke by her side, who was quietly drawing in his sketchbook. Haru and Ann were in the middle row, with Ryuji sitting between them. The three sat in mostly silence, sharing small talk about the weather or school. That left Ren and Futaba to sit in the back, something neither really complained about.
The back of the Mona car was spacious, with some cushions laid out for comfort. Futaba sat on a large pillow as she tapped her foot against the floor of the car, frowning at Ren. The dark-haired teen looked at her, raising his brow as she pouted.
“Can we please run into a Shadow?” Futaba groaned.
“Wait, why would we want to fight Shadows?!” Ryuji asked, leaning his head back to stare at Futaba.
“Cause I’m booored! Let’s do something!”
“Futaba, I told you, we need to try and reach the lower levels of Mementos, and we can’t waste our strength on the Shadows on higher levels.” Makoto was quick to put her foot down.
Futaba let out a loud groan. “Joker, back me up here! Aren’t you bored? Let’s find some low level minions and collect some experience points!” But Ren just held up his hands and shook his head, refusing to challenge Queen’s decree. “Traitor,” she huffed.
Ren just smiled at her, reaching over to pat her head. Her eyes widened at the contact, before she quickly smacked her boyfriend’s hand away, knowing full well the power his pets had over her. Her face was red as she glared at him, and he smiled sheepishly.
Futaba and Ren had been dating for months now, but they had yet to tell the others. As far as the rest of the team knew, they were just a very close pair of friends, practically siblings. Of course, most siblings didn’t do the things Futaba and Ren did behind closed doors.
As the car ride dredged on, Futaba continued to voice her boredom. Even Ren was getting a bit annoyed by his girlfriend, listening to her groan and bemoan the trip.
“Are we there yet?” she asked, leaning her head back.
“For the fifth time, Futaba, no. We’re not.”
“Ugh!” After only a moment, she looked back towards Makoto. “How about now?” The others groaned as Ren quietly sighed. In didn’t take long for Ryuji to turn around and glare at his best friend.
“Dude, you’re the Futaba Whisperer! Can you please do something to keep her quiet?!”
Ren chuckled at the nickname, but it was mostly true. He was the one Futaba most listened to, and he was the one who had the easiest time talking to her. The two just had an instant connection, which was a good launching point for their relationship.
As the young man thought about the best way to pacify his girlfriend, Futaba had an idea pop into her head. She looked at Ren and smirked at him, teeth shining as he blinked in confusion.
“Well, Ren? You heard the man. Can you?” She leaned forward towards her boyfriend, and he was surprised at how forward his girlfriend was acting. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she stopped, their faces inches apart. “Cause I have an idea of how you can keep my mouth ‘shut.’
Ren needed only a moment to realize just what his girlfriend was implying. He opened his mouth, only for Futaba to attack him, pressing her lips against his. His eyes widened, and he tried to push her back, but she was resolute on keeping their lips locked.
She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and Ren glanced at their friends. They hadn’t noticed what was going on behind them yet. He tried again to push his girlfriend off, but she held firm, pressing her tongue against his lips, trying to gain entry.
If Ren wasn’t careful, the others would turn to look at him and Futaba, and he’d have to play damage control. He’d rather avoid that… plus, Futaba’s lips felt really good against his. He opened his mouth, letting her tongue inside and tasting it against his own. It made him almost moan, but he kept himself quiet.
The normally stoic man was beginning to blush and feel warm as Futaba continued to kiss him. She removed her arms from her back and began to paw at her back, only to pull away and pout. Ren was taken away by how beautiful she was as her violet eyes stared at him.
“Can you help me unzip…?”
Ren almost fainted in his seat. He nodded his head, slowly, as Futaba turned around so her back was to him. She held her long hair with both hands, letting him see the long zipper that went down the back of her suit. The young man also saw just how beautiful his petite girlfriend was, how slender and tight her body was in that skintight suit.
It made the Phantom Thief feel rather tight in his pants.
Ann might have been the model, but if Futaba chose to, she could easily rival the girl’s beauty. In Ren’s opinion, she already did. Futaba had a seemingly flat chest, but her hips seemed to almost pop out, giving her this gorgeous, alluring figure when she shook her ass for him, and she did, because she knew how to tease the older thief.
Ren took the zipper in his hand and he pulled it down. The skintight catsuit that she wore came off, and with a simple shrug, she began to open it up, revealing her flawless skin. Once the zipper was about halfway down, she turned back around so she was face to face with her boyfriend, smiling at his scarlet face.
She pulled her clothes down, peeling it off of her body as it clung to her. Ren licked his lips as Futaba smiled at him, teasing the young man as her cleavage was spotted. His eyes focused in on it and she knew it, and she loved the attention.
There was so much to Futaba that the others didn’t know or realize. How forward and dominant she was in bed, for one thing, but also her size. The girl usually wore loose and baggy clothing, meaning her breasts seemed rather small, but the truth was the girl was bigger than she looked. Even when she went to the beach with them, her top was tight and she wore a sarashi under it to keep her features hidden. It used to be because of her own lack of confidence, but after meeting Ren, she took pride in her body.
Her C-cup breasts were a thing to behold, and Ren felt his breath catch in his throat as she pulled the suit off of her body, freeing her arms and revealing her naked chest. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she smiled at him.
“Like what you see?” she whispered, leaning in close to peck his lips. She was teasing him, flashing her chest before hiding it behind her hands. He swallowed down spit as she revealed her breasts again, but when he tried to stare at them, she grabbed his chin with her hand and forced him to look into her eyes. “Well?”
He nodded his head, slowly. Some part of him told him to fight back, some part of him told him to resist, but how could he when Futaba was so damn gorgeous? He was putty in her hands.
Ren felt his dick throbbing in his pants, pressing against the fabric. Futaba moved her knee so her leg brushed against the inside of his thigh, feeling his erection. Her eyes widened, and she glanced down, staring at the tent in his pants.
She brought her eyes back to his, and she smiled as her own cheeks turned red. “What do you want me to do about that?” she teased, her voice quiet, but silky smooth.
He broke. He couldn’t resist her anymore. Not after she saw just how hard he was. How much he wanted her. Ren placed his hands on Futaba’s head and he pulled her into a kiss, and she let out a quiet moan as her hands stroked his chest.
Their tongues met as her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her skintight outfit was hanging around her waist, her long sleeves reaching down to her feet.
The two continued to kiss for over a minute, before Futaba began to glide down his body, slowly moving herself to between his legs as he sat on the backseat. It was like a couch, so it was easy for Ren to lean his head against the wall, one leg on the ground and the other on the seats. Futaba was completely on the seats, and she was currently unzipping his pants to let loose his monster of a cock.
It sprang free from between his legs and Futaba licked her lips as the massive rod throbbed, leaking precum from the tip. She wrapped her naked fingers around the base as she whispered, her hot breath brushing against the cock.
“You’re so hung,” she moaned. “God, I can’t wait to feel it inside me again. It feels so long since I had you in me, pounding at my throat-pussy, fucking my cunt while we kiss.” Every word drove Ren crazy, and she giggled quietly as he trembled beneath her.
Futaba kept her hand wrapped tightly around his base, slowly moving up and down his shaft as she pressed her lips against the tip. She left a soft kiss on the head of his cock, before gently adding another, and then another. Each quick kiss was making Ren shiver and pant.
By now her hot breath was making it hard to see. Her glasses were fogging up from her breath alone. Knowing things were about to get messy, she took her glasses off and placed them on the floor of the car. With those out of the way, she was free to go wild on her boyfriend’s penis.
“I love the taste,” she confessed in a hushed breath. “I’ve been in love with it ever since I first tasted you.” Futaba began to move her hand up and down, slowly stroking Ren’s dick from the top to the bottom. As she moved her hand, she began to switch from kisses to licks, darting her tongue against the cock.
She licked away at his dick like it was ice cream, slowly coating it in her saliva. Each lick made Ren melt. Then Futaba opened her mouth and she took the cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She lavished the cock, savoring the taste on her tongue as let out a quiet moan.
Ren coughed into her fist, loudly, trying to hide the sound. No one seemed to even notice as he bit his hand, closing his eyes as Futaba went down on him. Her head moved lower and lower, until she had about half of his shaft down her throat, before she pulled back up, slipping the cock out of her mouth.
Thin, glistening threads of saliva linked her mouth with his dick as she smiled at him. She was panting, shivering as her free hand rubbed her breast.
“The taste… it’s so a-amazing.” She licked her lips, before going down again, pressing the top of her tongue against the base of Ren’s member, and slowly climbing up, coating the underside with her saliva. “The size. So big,” she moaned, before she turned her head sideways and continued to smack her tongue against his dick. “Maybe just having it in my mouth isn’t enough.”
Ren shuddered, and Futaba smirked in victory. She liked teasing her normally calm boyfriend. It was perfect.
As the young woman continued to bounce between worshipping her boyfriend’s girth and teasing him for it, Ryuji blinked. The back of the car had actually been really quietly lately. Maybe Ren really was the Futaba Whisperer.
Out of curiosity, Ryuji turned his head to look at the two, wondering just what his friend had done to silence the girl, only to choke on air as he saw Futaba topless, head between Ren’s legs and licking his big, erect dick.
Ryuji’s jaw hung open as his eyes widened, and Ren caught his friend staring. The black-haired man’s eyes were just as wide, but before Futaba could turn to find their audience staring at her, Ren placed a finger to his lip.Ryuji clapped a hand over his mouth as Futaba noticed her boyfriend glaring at something.
She looked at Ryuji, and she blushed brightly, covering her chest as she was sent back to an embarrassing reality .When she realized Ryuji wasn’t going to blow their cover, she motioned with her hand to Ren’s gun, sitting in a holster on the ground.
Ryuji’s eyes widened as he continued to keep his mouth shut. Ren followed his girlfriend’s arm and he lightly smacked her on the head, shaking his head vehemently. Futaba smiled sheepishly, but the message was still clear.
‘Shut the hell up, Ryuji.’ Despite the clear message, the blond couldn’t help but turn his head towards the two, slowly taking in the show as his own dick began to throb to life...
Thinking their audience was gone, the couple returned to what they were doing. The power shifted suddenly, with Futaba back on top and Ren enjoying the ride. Futaba placed one hand on her breast, squeezing and playing with the supple tit as her other hand began to poke and rub against her pussy through her clothes.
The orange-haired woman opened her mouth once again, and she went down on the cock, taking it into her mouth and letting it poke against her cheek, before it went down her throat. Ren placed his hands on the back of her head, wrapping her long, bright locks around his fingers as he helped her along.
Futaba took all of Ren’s dick, right to the base as her eyes rolled into her skull. She was getting high on the taste and her body began to feel a primal need for her boyfriend’s ccock. She began to bob her head up and down, with wet, choking sounds slowly growing louder.
Ryuji couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never imagined Futaba could suck cock like that. She was putting porn stars he had seen on his computer to shame, and his cock was getting harder with every second.
“D-damn,” he gasped, louder than he had meant to. It just slipped out as Futaba continued to bounce her head on Ren’s dick, drops of saliva dripping down onto the leather seat as it spilled from Futaba’s lower lip.
Ryuji’s voice caught the others’ attention, giving Futaba and Ren the cover they needed as Makoto spoke.
“Did you say something Ry-oh my god!” The car came to a harsh stop, but neither Futaba or Ren cared.
Futaba was fingering herself through her clothes, pushing two of her fingers into herself as she dug her other digits into her breast. She pressed her face down, nose in Ren’s pubic hair as she trembled with need. Ren bit his lower lip as he came, unleashing his cum into her mouth.
The smaller woman accepted the gift like the good girl she was, closing her eyes as cum flowed into her mouth. She did her best to keep it all in, sealing her lips around Ren’s shaft so not even a drop could escape. The taste, the texture, Futaba loved all of it so. She swallowed it all, savoring every bit of it.
Futaba and Ren let out a loud moan that was muffed by Haru’s shocked cry, and Ann loudly demanding wha Ryuji was doing. The hacker of the Phantom Thieves pulled herself off of Ren’s penis and opened her mouth, even sticking out her tongue so he could see how every drop he had given her was now sitting in her tummy. She licked her lips as the two quickly began to zip her back up.
“Ryuji! What the hell!?” Ann gasped, staring at Ryuji’s hard, massive bulge under his pants.
“I-i-is that…?” Haru couldn’t finish her sentence, rubbing her thighs together as she struggled to catch her breath and cool her blushing face.
Makoto couldn’t even muster up a sound as she stared at Ryuji’s tent, foot crushing the brake pedal as her pussy twitched. She knew what a penis was, but seeing Ryuji’s glorious gift made her truly wonder what hid under those pants. It looked to be the length of her arm… W-was there more to it?
“Oh shit,” Ryuji cursed, covering himself as he blushed.
“G-get away from us, you perv!” Ann demanded, shaking in her seat, causing her breasts to bounce slightly. She tried to stop staring at Ryuji’s bulge, though her attempts had yet to succeed.
Yusuke didn’t say anything. He just took out a pencil and sketchbook and quietly began to draw something as Futaba popped into the conversation, her suit zipped tightly against her skin.
“Hey, why are we yelling at Ryuji for?” She smiled, before glancing at the blond. Ren stood beside her as they stared at Ryuji’s bulge.
“Q-quit staring!” he snarled, covering himself.
“Oh. Huh.” Futaba blinked, clearly unsure what to say at first. In the end, she chose to just shake her head with mock disappointment, all while her hand nuzzled against Ren’s still hard cock, right through the fabric of his pants. “Ew, Ryuji. You perv!”
