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Yukari Takeba ⬤ Persona 3
residential district ⬤ Lvl 1
moonblessing ⬤ Iris

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[piercedyourheart]

[ the smart remark that's on the tip of her tongue turns into a soft, heavy sigh at the first scrape to her neck. she has trouble handling this on a normal day, and triple moon only makes it even harder to ignore the urgent need iris brought on. the hand on minako's back stills, fingers already beginning to dig in to her skin as those sighs get louder.

when minako pulls away, yukari's twitchy reindeer ears swivel toward her and remain stock still, a surefire sign that she has her absolute full attention. understanding the unspoken question, yukari gives her a dangerous grin, leans in to press a kiss to the shell of her ear, and whispers, ]

Do whatever you want to me, Minako.

[foolaround]

[ the look in minako's eyes shifts. the black pupils at the centers of those fully red eyes narrow, and an almost predatory edge enters her gaze for just a moment, pheromones drifting out in force now. her eyes soften, and she gives yukari an almost reverent look. she shivers, working yukari's shirt up to her shoulders, tugging up once to encourage her to work with her on getting it off. still, she's... gentle. ]

Dangerous permission to give someone, Yukari... [ her voice is just as quiet and playful as yukari's had been. she moves her head down, pressing a kiss to yukari's collarbone and then the swell of her chest, pushing forward to press her knee up between her thighs. ]

[piercedyourheart]

[ yukari had expected the hungry look that suggests she could be swallowed whole if she wasn't careful and the pheromones that make her lightheaded within seconds. what she didn't expect was to be gazed at like she was adored or the gentleness of minako's movements.

all at once, she knows she's more than just wanted. she feels...cherished.

she's very grateful for the small moment to collect herself as she works at the button at the back of her collar and pull her shirt over her head, dropping it the floor, before turning her own soft look back to her girlfriend. ]

Hm, maybe, [ the last syllable on the verge of a breathy moan when yukari feels minako's knee, ] if it was anybody else. But I'm with you. I trust you.