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Kinktober 2021, Day 13

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I don’t know why this sounded so appealing with Dojima, but he’s who I went with, so please enjoy some (more) DILF smut!

Summary There’s always time for a little treat in bed in the morning.

Tags/Warnings Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Oral Sex, Shameless Smut

Kinktober 2021, 13: Face-Sitting (Reader x Ryotaro Dojima | Persona 4)

As you stirred comfortable warmth and quiet met you, a moment one might call peaceful. You stretched lazily, barely conscious, your eyes squeezed shut. Opening them, you half-turned your head to the shaded window. The pale ribbons of dawn light peeked through the shutters, and hints of gray-blue peeked among sparse, fluffy clouds beyond. The rhythmic drone of insects outside was low and steady, a familiar, soothing tune.

You turned away from the sight beyond the windowpanes, and away from the bright light. However gentle and pale the rays were, they were yet enough compared to the room's relative darkness to make your eyes twinge. You buried your face against the back of your bedfellow, who was waking as well, shielding them from the unyielding assault of morning. You wrapped one arm around his bare torso, the other clasping loosely at one shoulder.

Dojima made a sleepy grunt of a sound but seemed content to let you cuddle against him. You smiled lazily, stupidly, you were sure, in your half-awake fog. You lifted your head, nuzzling his neck and leaving a few affectionate kisses on his skin. You were rewarded with another adorably sleepy, gravelly noise that only made your smile widen cheekily.

After indulging you for a while, Dojima rolled onto his back, and you shifted with him, though remained on your side. You lay a palm over his chest, absently drawing your fingers through the patches of hair you found for a minute. Settling your head down again, joining your hand there, you were sorely tempted to close your eyes and drift back off into a warm, peaceful sleep. As your eyelids drooped, though, you remembered what time it must be if the sun was rising so keenly. You didn't need a clock to determine your time together, for the moment, was nearly up.

"Mmph, from the looks of outside, I should be headed home..." you mused sleepily, trailing off as you once more tried not to be lulled back to sleep by the insects' buzzing and the comforting warmth of Dojima's skin and relaxed rise and fall of his chest.

Dojima groaned at your words, coming to the same conclusion you had shortly before. It was time for the two of you to part, and for him to prepare to leave for another day at the police department. He seemed as reluctant as you to do so, however. "That time already?" he questioned, though he knew the answer already. He ran a hand over his face, up and through his graying hair in a tired gesture.

He appeared to be more tired than normal, and you had a feeling you were partly to blame. "Sorry for keeping you up so late," you said, though you couldn't cut a sense of cheekiness from your tone. Sure, you were sorry he was tired now, but you had no regrets about the cause of it, whoever's fault it was.

Despite knowing you needed to get going, eventually, you couldn't resist the pull to snuggle into Dojima's chest again, draping a bit more of your upper body over him. The sense of warmth and safety was nigh irresistible, even if you knew it couldn't last forever. A part of you was awakening, though, that was not so content with the gentle, innocent contact. A tingling, growing hunger, roused from the touch of his skin on your own, by the rough grating of his husky, sleepy tone.

You propped yourself up on an elbow, grinning mischievously down at him. You traced a finger coyly over his chest, and a suspicious edge entered Dojima's sleepy expression. He knew you well enough to recognize the gears turning in your head.

"Hmm, you know, I think I've got time to make it up to you," you whispered, dipping your head down.

Dojima's eyebrows arched curiously, but he eyed you carefully, wondering what plan you had so suddenly concocted and why it put such an impish smile on your lips. "Hm? How's that?" he asked softly.

"I think..." You feigned thought for a second, as if you hadn't already made up your mind, "breakfast in bed should do the trick."

Before giving him much chance to respond, you moved, pulling the blankets back enough to wriggle out from beneath them. You sat up, swinging a leg across Dojima's torso until you were straddling him. For an instant, before you eased yourself carefully forward, you felt something twitch against your backside. Ignoring it, you moved until your knees pressed into the pillows beside his head, legs splayed open. Your cunt, already slick to start, and encouraged by your snuggling session, waited, open and inviting, just in front of his face.

"Well, what do you think?" you asked, licking your lips unconsciously.

Beneath you, Dojima's interest was obvious. The overall sense of drowsiness lingered, but his pupils had grown wide, leaving little of the gray behind. His gaze lingered on your cunt before him for an instant, before meeting your eyes as you smiled down at him.

"This seems like more of a treat for you," Dojima accused skeptically, though through his drowsy voice and the flush of red on his cheeks you caught a playful hint, too. The small, tired smile he matched yours with only reinforced that hint.

"Well, if you think so, I can just go and get dre-aaaah." Mid-sentence, with your face pulled into a half-hearted pout, Dojima had broken your speech, tipping his head forward and licking a stripe up your slit.

He lifted his arms from any remaining restraint of the blankets, wrapping them around your waist securely and urging you further forward. You started to speak again, but another long, slow lick silenced you again, turning whatever words you had intended into a soft moan of his name. You bent forward, bracing yourself with one hand against the wall past the bed's head. Dojima's tongue worked upwards, shifting from long strokes to short flicks that teased your clit. You resisted the urge to rock your hips into his face and unintentionally smother him, biting your lip to keep the noise levels down to a minimum.

Your effort to control yourself, though, was in vain, unraveled with several more quick flicks and strokes of Dojima's tongue. You bucked forward unintentionally, striving for more of the delicious sensation his tongue granted you. A sensation that was pleasurable and almost uncomfortable mounted higher and coiling tighter each time the wet appendage applied more pressure. Dojima's grip on your waist tightened, shifting to your ass and holding it firmly. The new grip hardly hindered you, however, and you rocked your hips into Dojima's mouth instinctively, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Several groans and cries died before they could escape, your lips still sealed and unwilling to give in to them. Eventually, even that determination was worn away. If not by the building pleasure, then by the soft, gravelly groan of satisfaction beneath you, muffled by your pussy. Your lips parted, though barely, as the tightness grew to a nearly unbearable level. "Ryotaro, fuck, fuck," you murmured, nearly under your breath. The cant of your hips increased, the frantic motion bleeding to Dojima and making the strokes of his tongue sloppy and equally vigorous.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, unwilling to trust your volume as orgasm swelled up to meet you. When the hot, tight spring in your gut burst, at last, you were glad you had done so, your palm stifling several long moans. Your pace stiffened and slowed, though didn't cease until the bliss of orgasm faded away. Once your frantic hips stilled, so too did Dojima's ministrations.

You opened eyes that had fallen shut when your climax had swept over you, looking down to meet Dojima's gray-eyed gaze again. The sight of his pupils still blown so wide, and his lips wet with your slick made you curse the fact you had no time left to do much more. At least, not on that morning. While you grumbled to yourself internally, Dojima carefully helped ease you off of him, and you sat back against the pillow for a time, catching your breath.

"Okay, so maybe that was more of a treat for me," you admitted. "But that didn't seem to slow you down, did it?"

Beside you, Dojima chuckled low, the rumbling sound soothing and arousing at the same time. "Well, it would've been rude to say no to an offer like that."

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