27 Soji/Youske Drabbles
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+S through Z › Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,686
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2
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Headstrong
Author’s Note: Yuup two chapters in one! Hope you enjoy!
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2) Headstrong
People liked to think that it was Yosuke who was hot headed and stubborn. It was true that while he was the more outspoken in his relationship, Yosuke more often than not found himself bending to his lover’s will. Soji just had that air about him when he was unwilling to bend on a certain subject. Of course it was little things that Yosuke noticed that Soji most often got his way on. Little things to surprise and piss him off, like now Yosuke could only glare at his silver haired lover as the other smiled at him serenely and sipped his tea.
“No!” Yosuke said flatly. He looked down at the costume again and felt the urge to burn it then destroy the ashes with acid. How Soji even got the costume was a mystery to Yosuke, he thought he had destroyed ages ago. Soji just leaned back in his seat, looking every inch of the leader Yosuke knew him to be.
“Come on Yosuke, it’ll only be for the night.” He said, finishing his tea. Yosuke scoffed and looked at the package a blush forming on his cheeks.
“Yeah, like I believe that.” Yosuke muttered, a pout (not that Yosuke’d admit it) pulling on his bottom lip.
“Where’d you get this damned thing from anyway?” he asked. Soji chuckled and touched his chin as if remembering.
“Hmm, I believe Yukiko found it the inn’s spare closet.”
Yosuke was going to get Yukiko for this.
“And it was Kanji who made the adjustments.” Soji finished.
He was going to kill Kanji as well.
Growling, Yosuke pulled up the offending outfit and glared death at it. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to wear that school girl outfit at the festival, now Soji wanted him to wear while they—Yosuke blushed a darker shade of red. Absolutely not, Yosuke thought firmly, no way!
He sat down the clothes down and jumped slightly when Soji was only a few inches away from his face. Soji’s eyes were a smoky grey that Yosuke had learned to associate with ‘lust’. He moved back a little when Soji smiled before pressing his lips to Yosuke’s, the kiss was slow and lingering and Yosuke’s eyes closed against his will. Soji pulled away and Yosuke was left wanting.
“Just for tonight Yosuke…” Soji muttered against his neck, then to his shoulder. “Yosuke…”
Yosuke didn’t know whether or not he was blushing with, embarrassment, arousal, or anger. There was no way he was going to wear that damned skirt! Fuck that shit! No way in hell—
His breathing hitched as Soji reached a sensitive area behind his ear and groaned a raspy.
“Yosuke.”
….
“Fine.” Yosuke spat. “I’ll wear the damn costume.” He looked off to one side, unwilling to see Soji’s smug face.
Damn him for being so headstrong.
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Ebelskivers: Poor Yosuke…you’re such a push over. We know you like it. Anyway, please review. The next one is a bit angsty and focuses on the BAD ENDING. *DUN DUN DUNNN*
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2) Headstrong
People liked to think that it was Yosuke who was hot headed and stubborn. It was true that while he was the more outspoken in his relationship, Yosuke more often than not found himself bending to his lover’s will. Soji just had that air about him when he was unwilling to bend on a certain subject. Of course it was little things that Yosuke noticed that Soji most often got his way on. Little things to surprise and piss him off, like now Yosuke could only glare at his silver haired lover as the other smiled at him serenely and sipped his tea.
“No!” Yosuke said flatly. He looked down at the costume again and felt the urge to burn it then destroy the ashes with acid. How Soji even got the costume was a mystery to Yosuke, he thought he had destroyed ages ago. Soji just leaned back in his seat, looking every inch of the leader Yosuke knew him to be.
“Come on Yosuke, it’ll only be for the night.” He said, finishing his tea. Yosuke scoffed and looked at the package a blush forming on his cheeks.
“Yeah, like I believe that.” Yosuke muttered, a pout (not that Yosuke’d admit it) pulling on his bottom lip.
“Where’d you get this damned thing from anyway?” he asked. Soji chuckled and touched his chin as if remembering.
“Hmm, I believe Yukiko found it the inn’s spare closet.”
Yosuke was going to get Yukiko for this.
“And it was Kanji who made the adjustments.” Soji finished.
He was going to kill Kanji as well.
Growling, Yosuke pulled up the offending outfit and glared death at it. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to wear that school girl outfit at the festival, now Soji wanted him to wear while they—Yosuke blushed a darker shade of red. Absolutely not, Yosuke thought firmly, no way!
He sat down the clothes down and jumped slightly when Soji was only a few inches away from his face. Soji’s eyes were a smoky grey that Yosuke had learned to associate with ‘lust’. He moved back a little when Soji smiled before pressing his lips to Yosuke’s, the kiss was slow and lingering and Yosuke’s eyes closed against his will. Soji pulled away and Yosuke was left wanting.
“Just for tonight Yosuke…” Soji muttered against his neck, then to his shoulder. “Yosuke…”
Yosuke didn’t know whether or not he was blushing with, embarrassment, arousal, or anger. There was no way he was going to wear that damned skirt! Fuck that shit! No way in hell—
His breathing hitched as Soji reached a sensitive area behind his ear and groaned a raspy.
“Yosuke.”
….
“Fine.” Yosuke spat. “I’ll wear the damn costume.” He looked off to one side, unwilling to see Soji’s smug face.
Damn him for being so headstrong.
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Ebelskivers: Poor Yosuke…you’re such a push over. We know you like it. Anyway, please review. The next one is a bit angsty and focuses on the BAD ENDING. *DUN DUN DUNNN*