As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
Because I couldn’t properly devise how a Reader character might have *seen* what Adachi did as far as the whole ‘pushing-people-into-TVs’ thing, I’m just going to wing it, and you can decide what might have been the reason. We’ll just say, he was found out, and that’s the motivation behind this prompt.
This also has some little bits/callbacks to the Accomplice Ending/scene, because it seemed a suitable end. (P.S. I don’t think it really needs to be said, but just in case: I don’t support/am not one of those serial killer groupies IRL, this just seemed like an interesting prompt/idea.)
Summary Something feels right about it being oh-so-wrong.
Kinktober 2021, 18: Hybristophilia (Reader x Tohru Adachi | Persona 4)
“I know who killed those women on the news.” The claim was bold, and you fought to keep your voice from quivering, some part nerves, other parts excitement. “It was you.:
A strange set of circumstances had come together, and you had discovered the dirty little secret of the goofy new transfer to the Inaba Police Department. The discovery had shocked you at first, but that had faded. It melted away into your sick fascination with murderers and other dangerous criminals, prompting you to think about how you might satisfy that demented fixation.
You had settled on confronting him, a sort of blackmail you hoped he couldn’t refuse. ‘But what if he killed you, too?’ a voice in your head wondered. A voice you promptly and recklessly dismissed. You would just be careful, that was all, and ensure you could make a break for it if he tried anything.
Now that you stood in the cold, dark room with him - empty save for a low desk, some chairs, and a modest television screen - your accusations hung in the air almost tangibly, and fear still coursed through you. But there was arousal that blended with that fear, making your legs doubly weak. Your mouth felt dry and your heart raced, but your eyes were hard with intent.
“Those are some big accusation to make, you know,” Tohru Adachi answered, his voice belying what sounded like shock. But at the same time, his tone was light, and there was no sense of offended outrage.
But you saw through the tone of his words. You knew what you had seen, and you knew he was the one responsible. You didn’t quite know whywhat he’d done had killed those women, or what was on the other side, but you were sure it was him. You wouldn’t have taken the risk if you hadn’t been completely confident.
“I know what I saw. I don’t know what kind of tricks you were playing with those TV screens, but I know you’re the one who did it,” you insisted.
Adachi’s face before had looked rather normal, still friendly despite your accusation, with only a tinge of surprise and defensiveness. But with your insistence, something cold replaced the overall look of friendliness, erasing the guise of goofy, well-meaning detective in an instant. There was something calculating in his eyes that nearly made you rethink your plan of action.
The silence went on uncomfortably long as Adachi eyed you carefully, as if trying to make heads or tails of your claims. When he spoke again, the chill reached to his voice, along with a tint of something that sounded almost demented.
“Hypothetically, let’s say what you’re saying is true. What then? Why tell me? Why not go straight to another officer?” he asked.
You didn’t miss him shift closer as he spoke, moving almost as if to cut you off from the door behind you that served as your escape route if things went to shit. Unconsciously, you took a step back from him.
“Because I don’t want you locked up. Well, I’d prefer you weren’t, at least,” you explained, and your voice sounded stronger than the adrenaline rushing through your veins made you feel.
Adachi’s face changed again, confusion and almost interest overtaking the coldness. You couldn’t say you really blamed him. A good, upstanding citizen would surely have turned in some potential serial killer the instant they had proof, right? So it surely seemed crazy to confront him in person, alone. Fortunately for Adachi, though, you weren’t exactly that upstanding citizen.
He took another few casual, small steps toward you. “And why’s that? IfI was a killer, a criminal, wouldn’t you want me to be arrested?”
His eyes subtly flickered away, and you followed his quick glance, realizing it had landed on the television. Your heart beat more wildly, and you considered turning to bolt through the door. You needed to either run or make your point soon, as it seemed Adachi wasn’t beyond getting rid of you the same way as he had those women if he needed to shut you up.
You looked back at the doors once more, considering, but also ensuring you didn’t hear the sounds of anyone else nearby. “Because you’re what I want.”
With your admission his eyebrows shot up, his expression incredulous, as if that had been the last answer he had expected. You knewhe was a murderer and you wantedhim? It had to be some kind of joke
“I’mwhat you… ”He trailed off as if processing your words before he broke into laughter that sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh man, that’s pretty fucked up. You’re joking, right?” Adachi pressed.
As chilling as his laughter had been, you felt ridiculed as well, and that made your blood simmer, and an angry rush of heat rise to your cheeks. But you tamped it down in favor of answering him again.
“And if I wasn’t?” you said, your face still plastered with a frown as the mocking laughter lingered in your ears.
“Oh, you’re serious. Hmm, I’d say,” Adachi paused, thinking, “prove it then,” he continued slyly.
How did he want you to prove it? That was your first thought. Or rather, how to start. The coldness had drained away from his face mostly, replaced with interest and amusement. Maybe he was trying to trick you. Or maybe he just couldn’t believe his luck: found out, but by someone who’d look the other way in exchange for a good time. Perhaps you should have backed off and played it safe, but the temptation to indulge yourself was too strong.
Throwing the last bit of caution you held to the wind, you stepped toward him, and his eyes held fast to you. That his attention didn’t waver you took as some comfort, that his mind was on you and not the potential strange method he might have of disposing of you. You knelt down, the smooth but hard cold concrete of the floor scraping at your knees through your clothes.
When you reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it to undo his pants, Adachi laughed again, the incredulity from before rising again, more excited than before. “Man, you really area sick slut, aren’t you?” he said, and you pushed down the irritation that flared, letting your desire win over it instead.
You ignored him, save a quick glance up, before slipping his belt away and unbuttoning his pants. You spied a slight bulge in his underwear as you pulled his pants down just enough to keep them out of the way. Pulling those down, too, he was partly hard, growing more erect the longer you remained so close.
You grabbed at his dick as soon as it sprang free, and it twitched in your grasp. You gave it a few light strokes, a throbbing stirring between your legs. You spared little time stroking him, too eager to ‘prove it’ as he had instructed you. Instead, you bent forward, mouth wide, taking his cock into your mouth as far as you could without hesitation. You wriggled your tongue against the underside, a thick vein pulsing against your tongue.
Adachi inhaled sharply and groaned, giving a reflexive buck of hips that nearly gagged you right to start. You quickly bobbed your head and set a quick pace, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. Above you, Adachi cursed, and you nearly jumped when one of his hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to throat his cock even more thoroughly.
You drew back, mouth still half-filled with his cock, weeping bitter pre-cum onto your tongue,m and took a deep breath to calm your gag reflex. He didn’t seem to pay any mind to how difficult it might have not to choke with how he thrust himself forward, or maybe that was his intention entirely. You weren’t sure. You were aroused whatever the case, encouraged to give his dick your full attention, distracted only by the expletives and groans galling from Adachi’s mouth.
With little warning aside from a particularly lewd groan, Adachi jerked you back off him, leaving you open-mouth, drool dripping down your chin and a burning lingering in your throat, but not enough to make you cough or choke. You winced at the tight hold of his hand in your hair, though it lessened when you gave in to its pull. He pulled you up from your knees, only to spin you around and bend you over the table nearby. You winced again, though, when your head was pushed down onto the surface, the texture cold and uncomfortable against your cheek.
For an instant, as you lay flat against the table’s surface. a jolt of fear raced up your spine. Had Adachi changed his mind and decided he would be better off doing away with you? The fear melted away in another rush of arousal when his hands groped at the waistband of your pants, pulling and pushing them down until they pooled around your ankles along with your underwear.
A shiver ran through you, part chill from the exposed skin, part trembling anticipation. Two fingers probed at your exposed cunt abruptly, slipping through your already slick lips and sinking into your hole. Your cunt clenched instinctively around the intrusion, and you groaned. Adachi seemed all the more amused at how wet he found you, giving another laugh, more short and jeering.
“What a lucky break, finding such a twisted little bitch,” he said, a husky undertone lingering beneath an excited tone bordering on manic. “You should be grateful I’m such a generous guy,” he continued on.
You bit down on your bottom lip, still waiting in eager anticipation, but wishing he’d just fuck you already. Adachi withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the inside of your thigh to clean away your slick. Both of his hands settled over your hips in a tight grip, and you dug your fingers into smooth metal beneath them. Each second was another reminder of how you were kept waiting, wanting.
You moaned aloud when Adachi lined himself up with your cunt and slid home with a hard thrust. He groaned, too, a more raw sound than your own. You clenched uselessly at the table, arching your hips back against him, inviting him to continue and fuck you senseless. Adachi obliged you, drawing back before he snapped forward and filled your cunt all over, making you moan again.
He drove himself into your heat, again and again, groaning and grunting and cursing under his breath, leaving you writhing against the table. The sound of his hips slapping against yours roughly only made you buck against him more wildly, and your cunt squeeze him more eagerly.
“Shit,” Adachi cursed, the rhythm of his hips stuttering, the lilt of his voice more breathless and strained. “I’m gonna cum. Is that what you want, you sick slut?” he growled meanly, and you couldn’t back another more bawdy moan in response.
You spoke, voice as breathless as his, thrashing your head against the table, a chant of ‘yes, fuck, yes’. Already close, your response to his cruel, filthy words pushed Adachi over the edge, and he came, filling your cunt with hot, wet cum. A long, drawn out groan accompanied the throb of his cock as he painted your insides, and then his hips stilled, and he pulled himself from your heat.
Though you hadn’t cum, your insides ached deliciously, and your cunt clenched around nothing but cum sporadically after Adachi had pulled out. You lay slumped against the table, both relishing and cursing the tight, hot tension in your gut. It didn’t seem as if Adachi had any intention of making you cum, but the encounter had provided you plenty enough to finish yourself off later.
After a couple of minutes of silence in which you caught your breath and felt Adachi bend down, the buzz of a cellphone rent the quiet. You pushed up onto your palms, moving to turn and pull your pants and underwear back up, a warm trickle seeping down your thigh. Adachi held two phones, looking casually at both screens, noting the number on the display of what you could only assume was his phone, given the other was your own.
When he handed your phone back to you, its display was opened to an entry simply labeled ‘TA’. “If you want me to keep believing you, you’ll answer when that number calls, and maybe I’ll indulge your sick fantasies again,” Adachi instructed, though something else hung unsaid in the air.
Sure, maybe he would fuck you stupid again. Or maybe he’d just finally decide such a live wire wasn’t worth the risk.
※Translated and reposted with the artist’s permission※
So I have a lot of feelings about this comic. Despite the lack of kissing it’s probably my favorite souyo fanwork of all time. Words can’t describe how happy I feel to be able to share it with the English speaking fandom. Please if you can, follow source links back to pixiv to like and/or bookmark the original work to show the artist how much you enjoyed reading. (Also fair warning: very long post under the cut)
SO IM SCRAPPING THE ACAU IN FAVOR OF A NEW IDEA! Here, we got the Persona 4 Adult Social Link AU, or ASLAU for short! It stars Ryotaro Dojima and friends as they solve the muder mysteries of Inaba!
The cast includes a mysterious transfer student Inazami, Ryotaro’s good pal Adachi, the heroic and selfless Namatame, the popular Sayoko, the meek Eri, Ryotaro’s sister Yuna Dojima, auntie Nanako, Detective Naoto, and of course… The funny mascot character, Foxy!
Oh and ofc, to replace the fox, we have a bear. that’s it. a Real Fucking Bear.
