Persona - Happy Birthday Mitsuru Kirijo

Summary: Its Mitsuru Kirijo's birthday. After watching a steamy movie, Mitsuru stands in the doorway, nude save for heels and stockings. As her boyfriend, what else are you going to do but fuck her brains out?

Theme: Sofa Sex, Handjob, Loving, Nelson, Mind Break

Author's Note: Briefly inspired by that Margot Robbie's nude doorway scene in "The Wolf of Wall Street". As always, the full part is on Patreon! 

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Mitsuru Kirijio's birthday was on May 8th. Following the events of Persona 4 Arena, Mitsuru turned twenty-one years old. She graduated college early and spent her time working. In the morning, a formal party was thrown. She talked and strategized and did what she had to do to continue the business.

And now, the day was over. The party was over. 

Click, click, click. 

Dark red hair went down to her waist and covered an eye. As heir of the Kirijo Group, her blouse was crisp and white, and her black pencil skirt hugged her hips and thighs in all the right places. She wasn't overly sensual. She was a professional. Her high heels added inches to her height as well as a distinct signal of her arrival. The way she walked exuded confidence and fear; each step was taken deliberately, causing her hips to sway gently and never provocatively. 

Her rear view was breathtaking regardless; her tight skirt clung to her round ass and the definition of toned muscles. It was clear that Mitsuru took care of herself physically, maintaining an ideal balance between strength and femininity. 

Click, click, click.

She walked through the building, heading to the exit. No need for cards to be swiped or for security to check her: Mitsuru was the leader. She was everything to these people. Her red hair was iconic and so was her strut and demeanor. After all, her family was rich enough to fund and create an artificial island. Consumer electronics, arms manufacturing, motor vehicles—the Kirijo Group dipped their toes in everything and it was Mitsuru who could change it all with a snap of her finger. They owned Paulownia Mall, Gekkoukan High, and had deep connections to the government. Everyone knew her. Everyone admired her and desired her.

Mitsuru was straight-laced as she walked her path. The doors opened, and she stepped out into the cool night air, a limo waiting for her. The door was opened to her and she went inside. Plush yet uncomfortable, that was the best way to describe it. The world outside seemed to melt away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She gazed out of the tinted windows, the city lights passing by in a blur.

Her mind was always active, constantly strategizing, planning, and analyzing. She ran through the events of the day, evaluating each decision made, each interaction had, seeking any potential improvements or pitfalls. Efficiency was paramount, both in her personal life and in the operations of the Kirijo Group.

The limo approached the towering skyscraper that housed her penthouse apartment. She went up the elevator and arrived at her floor. She owned the entire floor, not just a single unit. Even so, walking through the halls, there was only one place she wanted to go.

To you.

The door opened and there you were. Upon seeing you, all the fatigue and tension seemed to fade away instantly. Her eyes never left yours as she approached, full of longing and desire. 

"Happy birthday," you said, smiling.

"Thank you," Mitsuru whispered softly before pressing herself against you warmly.

She enjoyed the way her breasts pressed against your chest. She thanked everything in her life that she met you and that she was able to lean into someone like this. The party from before was nothing but a formality. This was a real thing. This was what she wished for.

"You know…" Mitsuru leaned back, breathing on you. "I was recommended a certain foreign movie, Wolf of Wall Street. Have you seen it?"

Ordinary happiness. An ordinary birthday celebration. That was what Mitsuru wanted out of you. That was what she got.

"Want to watch it?" you said.

Mitsuru smiled. "Yes."

"Let's have some cookies and milk with it."

"Sounds like a plan."

You watched the movie while sharing cookies and milk. The two of you watched the sex scenes. The plot and acting was amazing but so was the other plot. You often eyed Mitsuru, wondering if the sexual scenes were too much. However, every time you looked at her, she was unfazed. She watched. 

Mitsuru Kirijo was inspired.

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"I'll be back."

That was all Mitsuru said before leaving.

It was close to twelve, midnight. You sat on the living room sofa, closing your eyes and napping following the end of the movie. Your sleeping schedule had been shit ever since you moved into the penthouse. The entire building was actually owned by the Kirijo Group and intended for elites to stay. As its leader, Mitsuru was granted the top floor.

You sighed and leaned back. Off to the side, the door to Mitsuru's room opened. You turned and your lips parted in surprise.

Remember that scene in Wolf of Wall Street when Margot Robbie presented herself nude in the doorway? Imagine that but with Mitsuru Kirijo. The same lusty expression, the same clean cunt, and the same black thigh-high stockings and heels. Imagine that but with bigger, fuller tits and long red hair.

"Watching all that on my birthday…" Mitsuru's eyes held a certain glint. "Bad boys need to be disciplined."

Each step she took towards you was a signal of the passionate fury burning within her obsessive heart. You swallowed thickly, smiled, and spread your legs. 

When she reached you, she stood tall, forcing herself to maintain eye contact despite feeling vulnerable and exposed under the guise of discipline. She put a hand on her hip, looking down at you with great intensity. 

Her heel slammed right in front of your crotch, between your thighs. You weren't worried. You knew she wasn't going to hurt you. 

"Not going to apologize?"

You placed a hand on her raised thigh and began stroking it. "An apology? Why?" You could see her pussy and you could see its wetness. Mitsuru's eyes narrowed and she removed her leg, your hand slipping away. Hands on her knees, she came close to you yet not too close, purposely letting her boobs shake slightly in your perspective. D-cups, the accompanying nipples were pink, small, and excited.

Mitsuru cupped your cheeks and pressed against yours hungrily, desperate for any sign of affection or apology from you. As your tongues entwined, she moaned softly, relishing in the heat between you. She broke apart, licking up the saliva, and sat her nude body on top of you. Her ass grinded on your twitchy crotch. Her bare breasts pressed your chest. Her tongue went deeper and deeper.

"Mmm…!"

It was a full make-out session. You had pulled yourself forward, hands on her back and finding the smoothness of it all infatuating. 

Her other hand travelled up your chest, tracing patterns along your skin before reaching your hair. She caressed it, going down to the side as your kiss intensified. The kiss ended. Her breath came out ragged and fast, mirroring the rapid beat of her heart. 

You stared into the red of her brown eyes. Your hands went down to grope her ass. The sensual curve of Mitsuru's ass filled your hands perfectly, providing ample material for you to explore. Her flesh was soft yet firm, giving slightly under your touch but retaining its shape. She trained for this. She did her absolute best to make her ass cheeks toned. 

Just then, Mitsuru felt your dick straining against your grey sweatpants. She wore the smallest of smiles, eyes flickering down. She couldn't resist admiring it. 

Actions speak louder than words; her nimble hands darted beneath the elastic waistband of your sweatpants and undergarment. In a swift motion, she pulled them down to release your semi-hard length free. Despite her earlier use of restraint, there was nothing measured about the way she gripped your semi-hard member now.

Stroke, stroke, stroke…

"Mmm." Mitsuru was glued to it. Her second hand joined, stroking it gently at first then faster. Your member became thicker, harder, and longer. Mitsuru watched eagerly as pre-cum leaked from the tip. A low moan escaped your throat as she continued to pump your length, growing bolder and rougher with each stroke. 

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!  

As assertive as she was, there was still an undeniable fragility about her, like a flower that could wilt under the slightest pressure. You breathed out and your hands tightened their grip on her ass cheeks. 

"Let's just fuck already," you suggested in a low whisper. "Let's give you that birthday gift, hm?"

Mitsuru smirked. "I'll take the lead then." Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto you, engulfing you completely. "Mmmhhh…"

That dick…your dick. It filled her up in all the right ways. Her pussylips had never felt something so fucking right inside her. It was why she preferred you to the party—you over everything else. Your personality and your cock—if a man was perfect in both aspects, then there was no complaining. There was only joy. Happiness. 

She threw her head back with a moan. The tightness of her channel squeezed you mercilessly. But you knew this was her day and for now…

"Yes…!"

You let Mitsuru take control. 

With a devious smile, Mitsuru started to ride you, her body moving in a slow, grinding motion that drove you crazy. Each time she came down, she sent waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your cock was like a flag pole getting sucked by the Saharan desert. Her walls were delicious as they were hot and manipulative. The red beauty leaned forward, her breasts pressing against your chest as she kissed you fiercely.

"Mmm, how is it, love?"

"Amazing…" you replied, breaking the kiss. She was grinding down on you, arms laced around your neck. 

"I need you." Mitsuru shivered and smiled with a husky breath. "I love you."

You knew. You could feel it in the way she clamped down on you.

"Mmmphh~!" She bit her bottom lip. Taking control, fucking you, letting herself enjoy your cock. ""J-just like that. Just like that. Yes, yes…!" 

The slapping of skin on skin, the wet suction of their lips, and the loud moans escaping your throats. Mitsuru's hips picked up speed, forcing you even deeper inside her as she lost herself in the ecstasy of your union. You could feel her inner walls clenching around you, milking your cock with each thrust. Mitsuru's moans grew louder and more frequent as she rode you, her body beginning to tremble unwittingly. 

"Ah…haahh…mmmph~!" Biting lips, suppressed moans and gasps, and the sudden pause of kissing altogether. She was losing herself. "Y-you…you're cock is…mmmph~!" Her eyes rolled back in her head, revealing her total submission to the sensations coursing through her.

But then she swallowed her submissive nature and threw herself back down on you. She was Mitsuru Kirijio—she couldn't get caught losing her mind like some hentai character. Her lips were sealed tight, her hips bouncing up and down on your cock, until she was forced to breathe. 

She orgasmed. She tried not to show but you knew. Her cunt was this tight and her expression was this determined for a reason. She was breaking.

Panting, Mitsuru said, "I-I am a Kirijio…!"

"So?" you asked, smiling.

Your cock suddenly felt air, then slam! Mitsuru's tightness engulfed you again. That was her response. A non-verbal response purely based on cock and pussy. 

"Nghhh~!" But it was Mitsuru who reacted stronger. Gnawing on her bottom lip, staring up at the ceiling, she orgasmed for the second time. "C-cumming~!" She couldn't have held it back even if she tried.

The sensation of her wet walls squeezing around you sent him hurtling towards the edge of desire. You wanted to absolutely fuck her. You wanted to melt her brains with your dick.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…! She was slamming down you. She was tightening. 

She just…

"Yes~! Yes…! Yes, that's it! You feel amazing inside me!"

…wasn't…

"Ah~! Oh~! Oh, oh, ohhh! Nggghhh~! I-I've never been—mmmph! Ngh~! Gah, I'm cumming!"

…stopping!

"I need it…!"

Enough was enough.

CLAP! 

Both of your hands slapped her ass, fingers curling and groping her juicy mound. The sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her nails dug into your shoulders gently, leaving faint marks in their wake. You grabbed the back of her hair, jerked her back, and then thrust!

At last, you were giving Mitsuru her birthday gift. You were fucking her on your terms. Hands still tightly holding a bountiful of her hair, you pulled her into a kiss. Her cunt tightened around you, breasts pressed flat against your chest.

"Mmmp~!"

Another deep thrust. Mitsuru broke the kiss and gasped for air. She leaned back slightly, gazing at you with lust-filled eyes. "Haa…haa…" She panted, biting her lip as she watched you stare back at her. "Eager, my love?"

One hand squeezed her booty cheek. Mitsuru pursed her lip, breasts heaving and hands on your thighs to support her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be awake for tomorrow," you said cockily. "Email your people."

"Mmm, is that right?" Still on your cock, Mitsuru leaned to the left and grabbed her phone which she had left during the movie. She typed into her phone and then flipped the phone over to show you.

Subject: Incapacitated Tomorrow Morning

Dear Assistants/Colleagues of the Kirijo Group,

I will not be able to attend work or any scheduled appointments tomorrow morning due to personal matters. Please reschedule or cancel any commitments I have and inform those involved accordingly. Thank you for your understanding and discretion.

Best regards, Mitsuru Kirijo

"Good." Your left hand went up to her hip. Her one eye narrowed, thrilled. Then your second hand arrived, locked and ready.