Prompt: Makoto's Fantasy (Persona) (Patreon)

Summary: Makoto returns home tired and sore, but she still tries to get work done. Things get a little difficult, though, when her mind travels to Ren, and the feelings she has denied take over. Includes: Masturbation, Romance

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Makoto kicked the door closed behind her as she took a deep breath. What a day. She smiled as she wondered if this was how her father felt when he came home after a long day of work.

He would spend the day fighting crime, stopping injustice, helping the innocent, and somehow he’d drag himself home and find time to cook dinner for her and her sister.

If asked to prepare dinner right now, Makoto would... probably suppress a scream and do it. She wondered if that was how her father felt…

She chuckled as she sat down at her desk, staring at the dark screen of her laptop. Her reflection met her eyes as she smiled at today’s victories. They had completed Futaba’s Palace, helped the young woman make peace with her past, and even faced a giant monster that represented her demons.

It was hard to believe, but she had the bruises and sore muscles to prove it. Again, part of her wondered if this was how her father sometimes felt coming home to her and her sister?

He was a great man, she thought to herself, and thinking she was living a life he’d be proud of made her warm with joy and embarrassment. She knew it was unwise to constantly compare herself to him. Ren had reminded her of that several times, but still… she so badly wanted to be like him.

Makoto blinked as her mind traveled back to Ren. The young man who fought by her side, who saved her life twice today. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as she thought about him, hearing his voice play the ‘doting-mother’ in her head.

Her face burned hot as she thought of his constant teasing. He did so love making jokes, sometimes at the expense of others. Nothing more than teasing, but Makoto wasn’t used to being teased by others.

She chewed on her lower lip as she tried not to think of him. It was hard not to. He was her first real friend. Her best friend, really. He was kind, smart, and wise, even if he did live up to his Phantom Thief name a bit too often…

Makoto shook her head side to side. She ignored the intruding thoughts as she decided to focus on work. Sadly, homework didn’t go away just from a few good deeds. She still had work to do.

It was just summer homework, she had time to work on it, but she reasoned that finishing it sooner would allow for more time to rest and relax with her friends. She fought back a sigh as she thought about Ryuji ignoring the work.

She’d have to have a word with him later about his laziness…

Makoto took out her homework and placed it down on her desk. She stood up to make herself something to snack on and drink, before she took her homework down with the same vigor and intellect she tackled her duties as a Phantom Thief.

Despite the exhaustion that was clearly going through her body, Makoto started off well. She built up a good momentum, efficiently working through the papers and researching various topics. She cut her path through her work as she wondered if her friends would need help.

More likely than not, she’d be helping Ryuji and Ann with their work. Ren… Ren might not need her help, but she hoped he did. She would love to sit beside him and help him with his studies…

Makoto’s face felt warm suddenly. She blinked, eyes widening as her mind went back to him. She tried not to. She tried to focus on her work, reading the numbers and letters, working out the correct answers, ignoring her hormones…

It didn’t take long for her to realize she was failing.

She kept thinking about him. Whether it was because of how tired she was, her own teenage mind, or something else, she couldn’t stop thinking about her crush.

Yes, crush. She knew how she felt for the man. It embarrassed her, shamed her even, but she knew these feelings and sensations were all clear signs of a classic crush. Her sweaty palms, her hot face, her shallow breaths....

Makoto felt her mind travel back. He dove for her, saving her life. If not for him, she’d be crushed under a stone pillar. Horribly injured. Maybe worse.

They laid on the ground together, him on top of her, those silver eyes staring into her own. Did he think of her as anything… more than a teammate? More than a friend?

Did he think she was pretty? True, Makoto was nothing like Ann, but she was… good, wasn’t she? She didn’t have any noticeable zits, o-or blemishes. She kept herself presentable, but was that enough to draw a young man’s attention?

She shook her head. She told herself to stop thinking about him, and the way their limbs were tangled together when he saved her. Her face felt warm as she soon realized she had a better chance of helping Sisyphus roll his boulder up a hill.

It wasn’t just his most recent act of valor. Today was just the latest in a long trend of him being there for her. Physically and emotionally. Ren saved her life, her very soul. When she was ready to close her eyes and just do as she was told, he helped her be something more.

Be someone her father would be proud of.

Makoto placed her hands on her face and sighed. She stroked her skin as she thought of how many times Ren had been there for her recently.

He was helping her with Eiko, both with Makoto forging a bond with their fellow student, and to try and save her from her bastard boyfriend. Though she did turn red at just the thought of how well Ren took to the role of her ‘fake’ boyfriend.

She groaned quietly. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but think about how nice that ‘fake’ dating would be to try again… Oh, who was she kidding? She wanted to date him. She actually wanted to date Ren, and who could blame her?

The young woman hated how easily she had fallen into line. When everyone else treated Ren like a pariah, so did she. On the principal’s orders she had even stalked him, following him around the school and wherever else she could find him, culminating in blackmailing him and his friends that almost got everyone killed.

It was so embarrassing and shameful, and her mind only fell deeper down the hole. Now that they were teammates they spent almost every day together, either at school or Mementos. Whether it was a fight for their lives or just studying together, there was something about Ren that was just so nice to be around.

She wasn’t sure what it was. His silver eyes, his dashing smile, his kind, but chaotic spirit… God, she knew what it was. It was everything. Everything about him, but especially his heart and physicality.

Speaking of physically, she thought of how her friend looked in his Phantom Thief uniform. Even as Joker, he was so handsome, and the way his costume hugged his muscular frame. He was an athlete, no doubt there. Slender, with tight muscles and strong arms and…

God, it was like a second skin sometimes. She remembered how his clothes clung to his sweaty skin, accenting every bulge and bulk, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Was he ever hard around her and the others? S-she swore, she saw something under his pants, b-but surely that was just his wallet or something, right? Right?!

Makoto was feeling hot. Burning hot, like a blazing fire. She tried to cool herself down, but then she thought about his suit rubbing against her.

She’d be naked. She’d feel his vest brushing against her nipples as her heart pounded in her chest. She felt faint, both in her fantasies and in reality as she imagined him carrying her naked body to her bed.

He would lay her down on the bed, before a gentle hand stroked her head, playing with her hair. His soft gloves would pet her, and she would be able to feel his warm skin through the thin fabric.

Ren would take his mask in hand and gently toss it aside. She also hated to see it go. He was so handsome under it, but with it on, there was a sexiness to him. The mysterious rogue saving her life, and so many others, working in the shadows.

His hair, his clothes, his smile, everything about him was making Makoto burn hot. She wanted to hate it. She did hate it, but there was something much more than that. Her young mind fantasized about her friend, remembering all the times she had spied on him, looking at his slender body.

Had he ever looked at her the same way? Undressed her with his imagination? No, h-he wouldn’t. She wasn’t that pretty…

Some part of Makoto told her she should have felt offended at the idea that Ren would check her out like that, but another part actually hoped he did. She licked her lips. She realized just how dry her throat was as she imagined Ren staring at her ass behind her.

Her Queen outfit was tight, she realized. Very tight. Skin tight.

Makoto’s thighs moved on their own. She began to rub her legs together as her shallow breathing only grew more frantic.

She was mortified, humiliated, and ashamed of herself, and yet she couldn’t stop her mind. Maybe she was just tired, but her mind painted a very detailed picture in her thoughts of Ren on top of her naked body.

Her hand gently fiddled with her sleeve. It fell down her body, landing on her lap as her thighs rubbed against one another. She imagined Ren on her, rubbing his still clothed leg against her body.

The Makoto of her dream was staring right at Ren’s crotch. She wanted to see what he was packing. She could see the outline of it through his clothes. It looked so… so big. Could it even fit inside of her? Her fingers barely fit in her…

Her fingers...

How well did they fit inside of her?

Makoto bit her lower lip hard. She was almost afraid she’d taste her own blood as she felt her hand slide down her body. She told herself this was wrong, that she should stop, but… but she kept going.

Her hand slipped under her skirt, reaching her crotch with ease. Her thighs were still rubbing against one another, refusing to actually listen to her brain’s commands, and her hand was doing the same.

The young woman’s finger brushed against her clit, just to tease herself, and she immediately felt something tingle through her body. Her eyes widened, before she returned to nibbling on her bottom lip. Her chest was heaving, and she felt her nipples hardening under her clothes as she touched her clit again.

Makoto’s index finger rubbed against her pussy, gently kneading the folds of her womanhood, feeling just how wet she was. Her body rocked back and forth as her other hand joined the rebellion. She rubbed it against her chest, pressing against her breast through her shirt and bra.

She swore she could feel her nipple through her clothes. Her hand tore at her chest, fighting to free her body as her finger slipped past her panties and into her wet pussy. She felt it slowly slide along her insides, rubbing against her moist walls.

Every slight movement sent electricity through her body. She moaned in pleasure, leaning her head back as her other hand mauled her still-clothed tits. She dug her nails into her own supple chest, groping and squeezing herself.

It felt so good, and it was the perfect flavor to mix with fingering her own pussy.

Her finger pushed in and out of herself, moving steadily faster as Makoto imagined it was his hand. Maybe with the glove on? Maybe not… Was that safe? She’d have to research it later. Research all the ways Ren could touch her.

She imagined giving her body to him, telling him he could do anything to her. It was insane. Saying such a thing to anyone was… it was crazy, and yet, she could see it. She trusted Ren. He’d never hurt her, not really.

Instead he’d play with her body, groping one of her tits, even pinching her nipple like how she was right now. She moaned as she felt his fingers twist her nipple, sending pleasure through her. Then she felt him slip another finger into her wet pussy.

Her juices dripped onto her panties. She didn’t care, letting Ren run wild with her. Two of his fingers sliding into her pussy, fucking her. She opened her mouth, moaning as she continued to bounce slightly in time with his fingers.

Any amount of resistance Makoto had was gone. All four of her limbs were lost to lust and desire. Rationality was gone. She just wanted to feel pleasure. Imagine it was him making love to her.

She was so wet, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be finger-fucked.

“Let’s take this somewhere else, Makoto.”

The young woman imagined him whispering that into her ear, and suddenly she stood up. Her fingers slipped out of her wet pussy, and she struggled with her weak, noodle-like legs. She was trying her best not to fall over. She looked at her desk, before moving to the corner.

She stood on the tips of her toes, bunching up her plaid skirt around her waist and pulling down her leggings. Makoto continued to imagine Ren was the one pulling at her clothes, nearly tearing them off in a fit of lustful hunger.

Makoto gasped as she imagined him nibbling on her neck. He’d suck on her skin, leaving little marks. She hated him for it. She’d have to hide them with a collar or something, or else everyone would see who she belonged to.

She moaned quietly as she wondered how the school would take their relationship. That she, the student council president, was being ravaged by the local delinquent… She brushed them all aside, focusing only on Ren and his teeth against her neck.

He’d nibble on her as his hands pulled at her clothes, and then he’d… Oooh. Makoto pressed her crotch on the desk’s corner. She gently began to grind herself against it, moaning loudly as euphoria ran through her.

The desk was hard, but the corner was rounded out enough that it actually felt good. She pressed her clit against the corner, pressing down on it and earning a loud moan. She kept at it, gasping with pleasure as her body glowed.

“R-Ren,” she gasped, feeling his hand kneading one of her tits. She brought her other hand to her chest, squeezing both breasts as her hips danced.

They swayed back and first, slowly picking up speed as she licked her lips. To her, she was humping against Ren. She felt the hard shaft of his cock against her body, and it drove her wild. It felt so good as she increased the speed of her grinding.

Makoto’s eyes nearly rolled into her skull as she imagined Ren’s tongue dragging against her cheek. It was so dirty, so erotic, and she was beginning to love it. She wanted to go faster, though.

She placed one hand on the desk, using it to prop herself as she unbuttoned her shirt. Even in this intoxicated state, she was put together enough to peel her shirt off and toss it to the ground.

Her bra, which tightly clung to her, soon fell right behind it. Both clothes laid on her floor as she used her free hand to play with her breasts. She did her best to satisfy herself, but it felt incredibly good. Addicting even.

Makoto had always seen herself as above such things. She wasn’t some brainless bimbo. She was Makoto Niijima, and she wanted to focus on her studies, on her goals, on her future. Of course, Ren had been teaching her lately that she put too much of herself in such things.

Maybe she deserved to cut loose. She smiled as she felt her own breast, poking and prodding her own nipple with a soft giggle. Her pussy continued to rub against the desk as she let out another moan.

W-well, even if she was cutting loose, she should try to hold back her moans. She sealed her lips shut, breathing heavily through her nose as her hand brushed against her stomach. She was inexperienced, and desperate to feel the joys of self-pleasure, but she had no idea what she was really doing.

That said, caressing her own stomach felt right. She kept doing it, alternating between it and her breasts as her body felt like it was burning with lust. Ren’s hands were all over her, and he was grinding his body against hers.

He’d pull his top off, dropping it onto the ground as he sucked on her fair skin. She moaned loudly, failing to control herself as her legs gave out. She fell onto the ground, rolling back and forth slightly as her fingers returned to enter her pussy once more.

Her half-lidded eyes looked around the room, and she barely stopped herself from moaning as she thought of something. She rolled her body over to shove her foot table out of the way.  She was making room as her hand slipped out of her pussy and began to unbuckle her skirt.

She tore it and her panties off, barely registering the damp spot on her undies. They hung down on her ankles as she rolled down her leggings to the same spot.

With her clothes mostly out of the way, she continued to play with herself, rubbing the inside of her pussy vigorously as her other hand groped herself. She was inexperienced as far as sexual pleasure went, but she knew what she liked, and she tried to give herself more of that as her body quivered and jerked atop her carpet.

The prim and proper woman basked in the pleasure. She moaned loudly, letting her voice bounce off the walls as she pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy. Her wet juices were spilling down her thighs and onto the ground, but she didn’t care.

She could feel her orgasm approaching, but she bit her lip and slowed down. She took a deep breath, sliding her fingers back, nearly out of her cunt, before she slowly began to fuck herself again. Slowly building up pleasure as her eyes stared at the ceiling.

Makoto couldn’t focus. All she could think about was her own pleasure as she felt her orgasm slipping away, and her fingers returned to quickly thrusting into her. She moaned loudly as her fingers rubbed against her moist walls, making her toes curl and her muscles twitch.

She teased herself as best she could, but the young woman was still inexperienced. As she squished one of her tits in her hand and pushed three digits into herself, she felt it. Another orgasm. This time it came too quickly for her intoxicated mind to do anything.

As Makoto scratched her own nipple, and pushed her fingers knuckles deep into herself, she came.

It was the greatest orgasm of her life, though admittedly she hadn’t felt such a thing often. She had only came a handful of times in her life, often thinking that such carnal desires were beneath her. A distraction…

But Ren… He was no distraction. Well, maybe he was, but Makoto couldn’t help but admire him. It was his imaginary copy that laid on top of her, playing with her body like she was built for him. His fingers were inside her cunt, his hand was squeezing her tit, and his cock was gently rubbing against her flat, trim stomach.

Her orgasm shot through her body. Her entire frame felt like it was being electrocuted. She couldn’t describe just how good the pleasure was, but she could feel her body twitching and shaking. She couldn’t breathe for a moment as her eyes widened, before she squeezed them shut.

She trembled where she laid, letting her juices stain the carpet under her, until her limbs went limp. She laid on the ground, panting, vision blurred as she stared off into space. The most she could do was roll, resting on her side as her mind struggled to put itself back together.

That was amazing. Insane. Humiliating. Wrong, but so good.

Makoto saw a black and white blur staring back at her, and she felt a tear trickle down her face. She blinked it away as she strained her vision. She saw the beady black eyes of her Buchimaru plush staring back at her.

The little panda she had since she was a child. The little panda she still clung to during long sleepless nights.

Makoto blinked once more, before she felt her face burn hot enough to melt steel. She could feel her face, ears, and even her neck turn a bright shade of red as the full weight of her actions hit her. She wasn’t high on the pleasure anymore. Reality hit her, and she nearly screamed.

She couldn’t believe it. How could she give into her urges like that?! She used to be so proud of how she’d suppress such urges. T-this wasn’t ignoring potential friends, or not taking a break. T-this was wrong! Objectively shameful! How could she?!

Makoto covered her face, groaning quietly as she felt her shame weighing down on her. It was crushing, and it only grew as she realized she had just wiped some of her own juices onto her face.

And Ren… Ugh, what was wrong with her? Not only did she insult herself, but how could she fantasize about her friend? He was a good man, he didn’t deserve to be treated like some kind of sexual object by her! What was wrong with her?!

Were her juices still dripping from her pussy?

Makoto’s eyes widened, and she quickly placed a hand against her crotch. Her other arm covered her breasts as she struggled to get up. Her legs lifted her up, but they also nearly gave out under her weight.

They felt so weak. She felt like she had just ran a mile.

Makoto groaned again as she hid her privates with her hands. She knew how ridiculous she must have looked. It was as if she feared Ren or her sister popping in to find her in such a compromising position.

She shook her head, trying to ignore her own fears and insecurities as she hobbled towards her closet. She quickly wiped her slimy hands against some dirty laundry before she threw on some clean pajamas and panties.

It didn’t take her long to get dressed, and once done she quickly stepped out to find some towels to clean up her mess while she could.

She nearly jumped as she heard her phone beep. She turned her head to find Ren’s name on her phone, along with a short text asking if she wanted to hang out sometime next week.

The young woman didn’t answer. She just shook her head as her face continued to burn red hot.

How was she supposed to face Ren after… after thinking of him in such a way? She sighed, trying to ignore her phone, and the intrusive thoughts regarding her close friend. She didn’t want to fall down that slippery slope anytime soon. Not again. Not ever, if she could help it…