Prompt: Helping the Hermit (Persona)

Summary: Dealing with a long distance relationship can be hard. Suffering from a withdrawl, and her boyfriend miles away, Futaba asks Ryuji for some help. She needs to feel pleasure, she needs to be fucked, and he's the man for the job with Joker back in his home town. Includes: Smut, NTR.

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Ryuji scowled as Futaba pulled him up the steps of the school. The young woman had practically kidnapped him after class, grabbing him and pulling him away from Ann with barely a word. 

When Ryuji tried to stop and demand an explanation, Futaba just looked at him with a pout and shimmering, violet eyes. She told him it was an emergency, that she needed his help, a matter of life or death.

He knew she was probably blowing things out of proportions, but damn it if her eyes didn’t tug at his heartstrings. Time around Joker must have taught her how to beg, or maybe Ann taught the younger girl how to use her feminine charms. Either way, Ryuji couldn’t resist her, and soon he had been pulled up the stairs, all the way up to the roof. 

It was over a year since the group’s adventures as the Phantom Thieves. Ann and Ryuji were on their way to colleges soon, with Futaba as a second year below them. It had been almost a year since the gang had seen their leader, and Futaba’s boyfriend. Joker was with his parents now, promising the group, and Futaba, that he would return to Tokyo as soon as he was finished with school in his hometown. 

When the two stood on the roof together, Ryuji couldn’t help but be a bit nervous. He half-expected Makoto to come bursting through the doors after them, yelling at them to get off the roof. 

Shujin Academy was a much happier and safer place since the principal’s death and Kamoshida’s arrest, but rules were still rules. His mild worry was quickly brushed aside when Ryuji realized how nervous Futaba looked. She was blushing, crimson cheeks on fire as she fidgeted where she stood. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You okay?” he asked, raising his brow. All of his anger, all of his own worries, vanished in a moment, replaced for concern for his younger friend. 

His concern seemed to bring a smile to her lips, and she took a deep breath, before exhaling. “I need your help, Ryuji.”

“I have a proposal to make, Ryuji.”

“A proposal? You’re gonna ask me to marry you or something?”

Futaba resisted the urge to smack her forehead. She rolled her eyes, but the question did make her smile with amusement. Ryuji smiled back at her. “N-not exactly. You know how me and Joker are in a long distance relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“A-and how I haven’t been physically close to him in a long, long time?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I was hoping you could, maybe, help me with a problem I’ve been having.” Ryuji lifted his brow, clearly still confused. “I-I have an itch I need to scratch?” 

“You want me to scratch your back?”

Futaba wasn’t sure if Ryuji was just messing with her, or if he was really that stupid. “N-no, I have a problem only a man can help me with, Ryuji. Something Joker used to do with me a-all the time?” she muttered, face aglow with shame and embarrassment. 

He tilted his head. “What exactly is the problem here, Futaba?”

The orange-haired woman wanted to groan. He was going to make her say it, wasn’t he? “I-I have needs, Ryuji. S-sexual needs?” His eyes widened, and she almost wanted to laugh at the look on his face. “I-I need to be fucked, and I know you can help me with that.” The words slipped out of Futaba’s nervous mouth, and she almost regretted saying them as she and Ryuji stood there.

The blonde’s jaw almost hit the ground as he tried to speak. “W-what?! No way! Y-you’re dating Joker, my best pal! No way! Uh uh! No!” He shook his head, waving his hands in the air to emphasize his point.

His sense of honor and camaraderie was cute, but Futaba planned for such a reaction. “Ryuji…” She reached into her pocket and took out her phone, unlocking it and tapping on the screen. The young woman then handed her friend the phone as a video began to play.

Ryuji felt his already red cheeks burst into flames as he saw himself from a few days ago, with Makoto Niijima on his cock, bouncing on him as they fucked in the empty gym after school. He was on his back, watching the beautiful woman riding him, moaning.

Worst of all, there was sound.

“Ah, Ryuji! F-fuck! Please! M-more!” The Ryuji in the video chuckled as he watched her, lifting his hands to slap her ass. She moaned in response as she begged him. “I-inside! Please, cum inside!” 

The video zoomed in on Makoto’s pussy, catching every detail as a flood of white sperm filled her. The brunette leaned her head back and covered her mouth with both hands, barely muffling her scream of pleasure. Below her, Ryuji moaned loudly, digging his hands into her perky, firm ass. 

Before the real thing could say anything, Futaba swiped her finger over the phone and it was replaced by another, equally mortifying video.

Ann and Ryuji had their backs to the wall as they were videotaped. The beautiful model invited Ryuji to a photoshoot, and during a break, she asked for Ryuji to scratch a similar itch. She had her hands on the walls and her ass pushed out towards him. 

The wet claps of their fucking were captured by the camera, letting Ryuji hear every pounding thrust. Ryuji had his hands on Ann’s large breasts, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers against her nipples. 

The two were moaning and screaming in pleasure, hoping the walls of the dressing room would keep them hidden. 

“H-harder, oh fuck, harder, Ryuji!” she ordered. “Y-you call that fucking?” she growled, challenging the man.

Ryuji let out an angry growl, taking his hands off of Ann’s tits to grab her long hair. Using each tail as a handlebar, he pounded away at her faster and faster. Soon, Ann was reduced to a moaning, trembling whore, unable to tease the man any longer.

The camera didn’t show Ryuji’s face, but judging from his moans and smug laugh, he took a special satisfaction in shutting Ann up.

Futaba’s finger went over the finger one more time, and Ryuji knew what he was going to see before it even started.

There was Haru and Ryuji at her private beach house, sitting out on the cool sand as the sun slowly began to set. Ryuji leaned his head back as he laid in his chair, as Haru sat on her knees and gave the blonde the mother of all titjobs. 

Makoto was on the smaller side when it came to breasts, with Ann bigger than her, but Haru blew them both out of the water. Haru usually had her large boobs hidden beneath her clothes, but she had taken them out to please her on-again, off-again sexfriend.

Ryuji moaned as he closed his eyes and relaxed, feeling her large knockers wrap and caress his shaft. She stroked the long shaft of his dick, letting him feel her soft tits. The large breasts squeezed the base and length of his meaty rod, while Haru kissed the bulbous tip.

Then she opened her mouth and took the head, sucking on it as Ryuji shuddered under her. Haru’s head bobbed up and down, spit and drooling dripping down the veiny dick. Her breasts moved with her, bouncing up and down his rod until Ryuji let out a loud moan.

Haru pulled her head back and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue as cum sprayed across her face. The white geyser stained her face and hair, marking her in his seed. Haru didn’t seem to mind though, licking her plump lips and smiling up at Ryuji.

Futaba hit pause, stopping the video as Ryuji blushed. Worst of all was his penis, semi-hard and throbbing against his boxers and pants. 

“H-how did you-?”

“I have my ways,” Futaba replied, her cheeks a faint red from the videos. She had seen them plenty of times before, and it was their effect on her that inspired her proposal. “They don’t know about each other, do they?”

Ryuji gulped, his eyes glancing away as Futaba smirked. “For shame, Ryuji. Screwing three different girls, all without them knowing? Tsk, tsk. Gotta say, I’m kind of impressed,” she chuckled.

“S-shut up,” he muttered. He glanced at her, before looking away again. “So, what? You’re gonna blackmail?”

“I’d rather not, honestly.” She put her phone away as she smiled at Ryuji. “I didn’t show you those videos because I wanted to blackmail you. I just wanted to make a point. What’s one more girl?” she asked with a shrug. 

“Well, y-you’re Joker’s girl…”

“But I’m begging you for help! Come on, you can’t just leave me out to dry! I need to be fucked. It’s just sex! Nothing serious!” she whined, stepping forward to grab and cling to Ryuji’s shirt. She rubbed her face against his shirt as her cheeks turned a faint red. Her face was hidden as her muffled voice added, “Besides... I know from those videos that you have a pretty impressive package… I want to see it IRL… W-what do you say?”

She put on a smile despite her crimson cheek, neck, and ears. Ryuji pulled on the collar of his school uniform, suddenly finding it hard to breathe as sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he weighed his options.

Futaba had him by the balls. What was he supposed to do? She said she didn’t want to, but it’d be easy for her to blackmail him into fucking her, and she was pretty cute. The young hacker had certainly grown up in the last year or so, turning into a beautiful, attractive woman...

“Just once,” he uttered, holding up a finger. Futaba grinned, ear to ear as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Yes! Alright, let’s do this!” she declared, grabbing his uniform and pulling on the fabric.

“H-hey, wait! Right here?!”

“Yeah, why not? No one’s gonna find us, everyone’s home by now!” Futaba grinned. “Besides, I’m horny.”

Ryuji wondered how Ren ever dealt with the short woman as she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. “E-easy with that! Look, I’ll do me, and you do you,” he ordered.

“And then you’ll do me, right?” Futaba giggled at her joke as she began to strip out of her clothes. 

Neither took it slow. Despite Futaba’s assurance, they could be caught, and Ryuji would rather not have to explain why they were naked together on the roof, or worse, caught doing it on the roof. 

When all Ryuji had on was his boxers, he looked at Futaba, choking on his own breath as he looked over her naked body. Futaba had gone from cute to smoking hot, and she blushed as his eyes went over her body.

Her long, beautiful hair flowed down her back as her hands hid behind her. She was curvy, more of an hourglass than Ryuji had expected, and her breasts sat on her chest, perky, nipples already hard. He was surprised to find her bigger than Makoto, though not as buxom as Ann. 

What she lacked in size, she made up for with pure beauty. She was gorgeous. Flawless, smooth skin. Small and cute, with a smile that left Ryuji taken back. She took off her glasses, letting him stare at her shimmering, violet eyes. Futaba Sakura was pretty, no, she was stunning. 

Her violet eyes went down his body to stare at his crotch, and she gasped as she saw his erection. Ryuji glanced down, and was mortified to find his dick had only gotten bigger. It seemed his little friend agreed about Futaba being beautiful…

“Futaba, I-”

“It’s huge…” The young woman kelt down, laying on her legs as she pulled on his boxers. They came down, and Ryuji’s cock sprung free, almost smacking the young woman. She gasped again, mouth opened wide as Ryuji blushed. “Whoa!”

“Y-you’re bigger than Joker,” she muttered, her voice slow and stuttering. “W-way bigger. Thicker too.”

“Oh, uh, t-thanks?”

Futaba didn’t say anything in response. She just opened her mouth and took the cock into her mouth, swallowing the head and sucking on it. Ryuji’s eyes widened, and he let out a loud moan as his hands moved on their own. They landed on the back of Futaba’s hair, digging into her summertone locks. 

The young woman pushed her head forward, taking another inch of the dick as her tongue slapped the sides and tip of the salty schlong. Ryuji was shocked by Futaba’s tongue skills. It slobbered over the sides of his cock, before smacking against the underside. She wanted the taste all over her tongue, and to coat the thick dick with her saliva. 

Drool dripped down her lip and fell onto her naked knees. She closed her eyes as her nose took a deep whiff of Ryuji’s cock. She kept pushing her head down, bobbing it as she slathered her saliva against his shaft. Her nose pressed against his pubic hairs as her mind melted at the taste and aroma.

Ryuji’s legs were shaking as Futaba sucked him off. He couldn’t believe how good she was. He couldn’t believe how freakin’ good she was. He could feel his balls churn as his orgasm neared.

“Oh, fuck… Futaba, you’re so good! Fuck…!” He let out a shaky breath, when suddenly Futaba placed her hands on his legs and pushed. He tipped over, falling onto his ass as the orange-haired woman popped her head off of his dick and licked her lips. 

“Ow! What the hell?!” Ryuji growled, glaring at the woman. 

“Sorry! I just didn’t want you cumming until I got a chance to ride that cock,” she moaned, shivering as she stared at the shimmering, slimy dick. It was lubed up with her saliva, and she licked her plump lips once more as she walked on all four, crawling towards Ryuji. 

“Could have just asked,” he muttered, only to freeze as Futaba crawled onto him, smiling down at him. 

“You’re so big, she whispered, her voice heavy with awe. “No wonder all the girls like you.”

“W-well, I-”

“Even bigger than Joker,” she moaned, shaking her ass side to side. “Way bigger.”

Ryuji had to admit. Knowing he was bigger than his best friend and leader was a good feeling. Good enough to make his smirk, flashing his teeth. “Why don’t you really compare us?” He lifted up a hand and spanked Futaba’s ass, making her moan, trembling as her pussy’s juices dripped to the ground. “Get on my dick.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, standing up so she could come back down. 

Ryuji watched as she positioned her body over, sitting over his erection. He helped her, ever the gentleman, and took her hips in his hand. Futaba’s heart skipped a beat as Ryuji lifted her off of the ground and slowly brought her down onto his cock.

Her last thought before she was penetrated was that Joker was never strong enough to just lift her up. The young man was more about agility and-oh fuck…!

Ryuji’s dick pushed into her wet pussy, spreading her open as Futaba began to moan and shake from the pleasure. It felt so good. It felt so right to be split apart by the blond. She placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing and groping them for Ryuji, giving him a show as he continued to lower her down the length of his dick.

Eventually all of Ryuji’s cock was inside of her, and Futaba’s eyes rolled into her skull at the pleasure. She felt the tip of his dick kiss the entrance of her womb as she pinched her nipples.

“O-oh fuck, I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me… T-this is huge. S-so big,” she mewled, trembling from the pleasure.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Ryuji replied, digging his fingers into her meaty hips as he lifted Futaba up, only to bring her down again.

It was almost like an exercise routine. Ryuji lifted Futaba up, before bringing her back down, again and again, and each time, her tight, soaking pussy stroked the long shaft of his cock. Again and again, until it felt like he was practically pounding her pussy with his dick.

“Oh, fuck!” She moaned, shaking as drool spilled from her lip, onto her hands and breasts. “I-I’m going to cum, Ryuji!” 

“Me too,” he growled, giving her ass a quick spank, earning a loud moan. 

“Inside!” she screamed, surprising him. “Please, cum inside me!” Ryuji wanted to argue with the short woman, but her hands trapped his against her body, taking control. “Cum inside me, Ryuji!”

Part of the man wanted to refuse, but his body wouldn't obey. It was a complete shift in control. Suddenly Futaba was bouncing on his cock, her tits jiggling as she stared into his eyes. She licked her lips as she moaned his name, her voice alone making his cock throb inside her. 

She squeezed tighter on him, her pussy walls closing around his shaft as the sounds of their bodies bouncing and grinding against each other echoed into the open sky.

Ryuji didn’t have the willpower to resist. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. With a loud moan and her fingers wrapping around his, he came, shooting his semen into her womb. He let out a loud, long groan as he laid his head back, his muscles spasming as his seed flowed into her. 

Futaba bit her lower lip to try and contain her screams. Her body convulsed atop Ryuji, shaking as she felt his seed flow into her. With a quiet gasp and a shudder down her spine, the younger woman came with her lover, cumming on his shaft and milking his dick for every bit of cum she could get.

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The two fucked for almost an hour longer, before they both laid on the stone ground, panting. Futaba rested on Ryuji’s arm, using it as a pillow as she cuddled against him. By now it had begun to get dark, leaving the two to share their warmth.

“That was…” Futaba struggled to catch her breath. “R-really good.”

“I’m glad.”

“Do you want to spend the night at my place tomorrow? S-Sojiro’s out this weekend, so we’d have plenty of time for more… this.”

Ryuji’s eyes widened at the offer, before he grinned, teeth gleaming. Being with Futaba, being her fuckbuddy… He had to admit, it was pretty amazing. 

“I mean, I’ve been without a guy for a while,” Futaba muttered, glancing at the sky. “Have a lot of time to make up for.”

“A lot of itches you need scratched.”

“Exactly, and… maybe we can make our own video?” Ryuji’s cock, which he was sure was going to be flaccid for the rest of the night, throbbed, stirring to life as he pulled Futaba close. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

This was far from the last time.