Dec 7th: Joker and Noir’s Phantom Connection

“RUN! QUICK!”

“THE SHADOWS ARE CLOSING IN DUDE!”

“JOKER! GRAB MY HAND!”

The Phantom Thieves would soon agree: do not visit Mementos during a city wide blackout.

It seemed like a good idea on paper, they were all stranded on the other side of town with no trains to take them home, so why not get some grinding done in the meantime?

Oh, because the city’s cognition was tied to their feelings. And if everyone was pissed off or scared then the shadows? Well, they’d be pissed off, scared, raging, and far more agitated than the young thieves were used to. They had barely escaped with their lives, having to use most of their healing items and mana just to escape the underground catacombs. Morgana had been roughed up the most, and they had to fight through the last few levels while carrying the cat after his car form dropped.

Their bodies bruised, their wills exhausted, and yet after all of that they’d made it.

Though Joker had only just managed. He wasn’t much of a talker, but the way he had grimaced and frowned through the fights made it clear he blamed himself for their predicament. Almost looking like he was willing to stay behind just to make sure his team lived.

Haru admired that about him a lot. But the thought of losing her crush was too much to bear. Even as they neared the gate, she looked back, she hoped, she readied her axe to go back and get him, but as their two worlds bled back together, Joker appeared just in time while being chased by a horde.

He’d run, leapt, and crashed into the fluffy girl that had outstretched her hand just as they returned to reality.

In reality, while most of the thieves were happy to be alive, Joker and Haru fell about in a tumble. His speed still transferring through the reality switch. A destructive mass of limbs splaying about while they skidded along the unlit train platform.

Which is how Joker found Haru on top of him, her face looking at his with a red blush very close to his own.

And in that moment, her heart skipped a beat… and then so did his.

“Hey! It may be dark, but no hanky panky!” Yelled a nearby security officer, shining a light at the pair that began scrambling off each other quickly. He was about to reprimand the pair but it was at that fortunate moment that the city wide blackout ended. Electricity surging around them, hums of lights and vending machines returning to normality, and the kids the man was about to yell at all disappearing in the bustling crowds.

“Man, let’s never do that again,” Futaba sighed. Rubbing her aching shoulder while the gang trudged down the street. “Ryuji! Carry me!” The spectacled girl moaned while ‘falling’ against her blonde friend.

“No way! You carry me!” He growled, “Besides, you’re going that way and my place is this way. Get Joker to carry you.”

Their leader was a little shaken, looking rather long faced even as his friend tried to get him involved, “I don’t think I should be responsible for carrying anyone…”

After a quick beat of everyone looking at each other with worried expressions, it was Ann that placed her hand on his shoulder, “So you made a bad call, you still got us all out! I probably wouldn’t have been able to do that.”

“Indeed. Your efforts are not unjust, Joker. A leader makes the best judgement he can with the information he has, none of us knew how angry the shadows would be so how can you be blamed for such an inopportune event?” The eloquent Yusuke always knew just what to say, with about 40% extra words on top.

“Thanks everyone.”

Makoto nodded with her own sigh, “As Futaba said, let’s just never do that again. We’ll be sure to monitor the general mood of citizens before going into Mementos. But tonight, I think let’s get home before our guardians worry any more than they need to.”

With a nod, the gang all quickly began splitting off to head towards their homes.

Deciding to grab an extra bite of food first, Ryuji was the last one to stay on the street before heading down to the subway again. At least, he thought he was the last one. He was slurping some noodles when he noticed a certain fluffy head of hair.

“Hm? Hafru?” He said through the mouthful, “Whf u doin hr?”

The woman was just sitting alone on a bench, lost in her thoughts while watching the sky, until she jumped out of her skin at the blonde’s approach. “Ah! R-Ryuji! What are you doing?!”

“Eating noodles,” The answer was obvious in retrospect, and enough to make Haru blush even as he didn’t care, “What’s up? You waiting for a limo lift or something?”

She nodded, “That’s right. My butler was very worried I’d been hurt in the chaos and refused to let me take the train home. So… I…”

It didn’t seem like that much of a sentence to get lost in, but Haru managed anyway. The munching blonde tilting his head at her, even going so far as to wave his hand in front of her unfocused eyes, “Uhh, Earth to Haru?”

“Ah! S-sorry!” She squeaked, blushing once more and placing her hands on her face, “I don’t know what’s… I feel strange…”

That was enough to get Ryuji to worry, “Shit, seriously? Like, a Mementos kinda thing or a woman kinda thing? Cause I have a mom so I have no problem going to the store and buying whatever sized tam-”

“A Mementos thing!”

“...still, the offer’s there.”

She sighed, “Th-thank you… that is rather impressive, Ryuji-kun.” One more exhale as her face tried to return to normal blood levels, “I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Nothing happened underground… but ever since I left the world felt a little different. I… I sort of felt guilty for taking everyone to Mementos…”

“Huh? Why? That was Joker, not you.”

“I know!” She agreed, “But I really feel guilty about it! Like it WAS my fault! I don’t know why though…”

Before any more hypothesising could occur a large black limo rolled up on the pair, and their time together was at an end. “Looks like your ride’s here. Maybe sleep on your feelings and see if you’re just tired?” Ryuji suggested as best he could, face clearly showing he was out of his depth in terms of helping.

“Yes… perhaps you’re right. Thank you, Ryuji.” She smiled, going in for a quick hug before walking over to her limo. “I’ll be sure to come to you for any and all womanly advice in the future.”

“That wasn’t an open invitation!”

After a quick friendly share of giggles, Haru’s limo was driving away. Leaving Ryuji to kick himself that he hadn’t asked for a free ride in a fancy car to get home himself.

Joker had been home a couple of hours now. It was late, Morgana was already dead asleep, and Futaba had gone home to bed as well. So why couldn’t he sleep?

His bed seemed to be swallowing him, the comfort after so many hard battles just felt too soft in a way, and though tiredness was edging around his vision it seemed a level of insomnia was plaguing the poor thief. He still felt a little weird after the fights today. Perhaps that was what was causing his inability to reach slumberland?

Either way, it was time to employ the one method all eighteen year olds used to guarantee a quicker rest.

Grabbing his laptop, opening the secret bonus browser he used for this stuff, and grabbing the lotion he used for ‘workouts’, Joker quickly got into position for the quickest wank he could before bed.

If he was honest, Joker may say he’d gotten into a bit of a pattern in doing this every night.

Wait until Morgana was asleep then pound off to the best hentai that the internet could provide him. A young man’s hormones aren’t something to fuck with, especially ones that were amped up by watching his sexy friends in skin tight outfits all day. Ann and Makoto had been centre stage for so many of his fantasies. The blonde in a red bikini slobbering over his cock, and the student council president in all her glory letting him bend her over her bike and unload into her asshole.

But Haru? Well, ever since she’d been giving him some ‘I’m into you’ vibes, she’d definitely taken the lead. Her soft looking boobs, her cute face, her loving nature, if it wasn’t for all the craziness surrounding her dad’s recent **** he may have tried asking her out.

“‘Big Bang Burger employee gives titfuck in uniform?’” Joker had to say out loud as he read from the porn website, “Oh fuck yes…” He hissed, digging his cock out from his pants and feeling it harden just from the thumbnail.

The woman was cute, though her black straight hair with a hairclip obviously looked nothing like his crush, he could still appreciate a good looking gal with nice knockers. The video was POV style, with her yellow uniform rolled all the way up as she enveloped the cameraman’s nicely sized schlong in her bosom. Up and down, stroking sensually, letting the video really show off how soft and large her tits were around his hard cock. Joker could already feel himself imagining doing that to Haru, imagining sitting on her belly and taking control of her body while she begged for a faceful of his cum-

“Hey, kid.”

A quick slam, a tuck and roll, and a rustling bedcover. These were the tools one needed to get away from prying eyes that came in unannounced.

And thankfully, it worked. Sojiro had avoided seeing his pseudo adopted son pounding away to burger girl porn. Only seeing him in his bed with a red face and guilty eyes as he climbed the stairs. As a man himself he could somewhat tell what was going on, but the old man had little patience for the whims of the young so decided to just say what he was going to say anyway. “Thanks for getting Futaba home safe,” He said with a nod, “I was just making her some curry for dinner and thought I’d checking up on ya. Your friends okay?”

“Uhh, y-yeah I think so…”

“W-why did it stop?!”

Haru was in her own bed when it happened. Minding her own business (thinking about a certain black haired boy a bit too intimately and getting heated because of it) when she felt a sudden pull.

It had started slow. A teasing rub against her nethers like a vaguely persistent scratch. But the evolution was too quick for the heiress to follow. It was like a ghost was taking its hand and rubbing up and down the inside of her entire vaginal canal. Slipping so deep it occasionally thumped against her deepest parts.

She was fearful. Was this a normal thing? A puberty problem she shouldn’t bother anyone about? If it was something to worry about then she’d missed her window, as for a good few minutes she was pinned to the bed in pleasure. Squeaking so quietly while the pleasure overcame her body. Burning up her loins while the molesting ghost rubbed and rubbed. Subconsciously she spread her legs more, feeling a build up of pressure inside her that was naturally building to a climax…

That stopped as abruptly as it had arrived.

She waited. Sort of hoping it would start up again on its own, or at least finish what it started. But nothing. Now the pleasure was trying to leave, like someone was sitting on her crotch and willing it’s depletion.

Frustration was getting the better of the fluffy girl. Whatever virus or ghost that was affecting her it clearly wanted her to be aroused. She could ask the group chat if anyone was feeling a similar problem, but the idea of that made her blush far too hard. Everyone would know she was feeling this way! Futaba would tease her, Ryuji would laugh, Yusuke would ask her to describe the feeling, Mako-chan would advise her to go to the hospital, Ann wouldn’t know where to help, and Joker would know…

No. If anyone else felt this way then they could be the brave one in chat.

For now, Haru wanted to sort this out before anyone else found out about it. Perhaps finishing would sort things out?

“Hrk!”

Sojiro rose an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“N-nothing!” Joker awkwardly laughed while adjusting his hip posture, “Just tired. Maybe I’ll save my portion of the curry for breakfast?” His smile was strained, trying to hide the strange pulsing going on in his crotch.

A long pause. Probably assessing Ren’s intentions for kicking him out of his room before slowly shrugging, “Your loss. See ya tomorrow, kid.”

“Y-yeah… good night.”

There was a long sigh of relief when the dingaling of the front door bell went off, leaving Joker once more alone in his room.

With a dick that was getting phantom stroked?!

It was weird as hell, but the crotch he’d been trying to smother with a pillow had kicked into gear again when Sojiro was brining him a plate of curry. There was no way thoughts of the old man had done that, especially now that Ren felt his cock was being stroked rather than just regular horny.

Lust got the better of him quickly. Whatever was rubbing him was staying relatively close to the base and after stifling his wank he decided just to lean into the skid. Whatever horny shadow that had ahold of him could get some company higher up his cock.

Both Noir and Joker inadvertently began masturbating each other through their connection.

Fluffy girl was gasping and moaning after having flipped herself over onto her front in her bed, trying not to drip too much on her sheets but failing miserably from how horny she felt. Her entire pussy was on fire, getting played like a piano all the way up, crescendoing up and down while she pinched her clit and rubbed her nipples against her pillow.

Shaggy boy was also feeling hotter than he’d ever felt before. The raging heart beat in his boner driving him to pound it harder and harder. Running up and down his cock, stretching the skin around his girthy tip, sending precum splashing about his bed with every fevered slam of his meat.

Neither knew what was making them feel this way, but after three shared climaxes they were running out of fucks to give to figuring it out.

A male’s climax was so much more soul inflaming for Haru. Such a full body experience, much more than any time she’d ever masturbated herself. It caused her to scream every time, sending huge splashes of liquid down her bed as it ripped through her body. Her fingers diving deeper and deeper into her gushing pussy as the flames of her rebellious body kept pushing her on.

But a woman’s rolling orgasms were getting to Joker just as much. Cum kept spewing out that he was beginning to wonder how he was producing such volumes. Sock 2 was coming out, as the first was far too wet and leaky for yet another load to be added. He’d just never felt this horny after cumming before, like nothing he would do would ever be enough to satisfy his urges.

It was getting worrying. But thankfully, they were saved by that iconic jingle of their phones.

Futaba: U2 are connected! Stop fapping already! D:<

It was a new group chat, with only the three of them on, but it was still mortifying. Neither typed anything. Only watching the video that had apparently been spliced together of both their webcams that were supposed to be off, but were instead showing timestamps of their joint orgasms. Not helped by the audio, as they both happened to scream out each other’s names…

Futaba: I have no idea how to fix it btw

Futaba: prolly happened cause you exited mementos together

Futaba: maybe you have to touch each other or smthn?

Futaba: sex wouldn’t hurt

Futaba: …

Futaba: your silence says a lot ;)

Futaba: I recommend Haru’s place, its bigger

Joker: go to bed Futaba

Haru: And please stop recording us!

Futaba: no and no

“A-are we sure this could work?”

“No. But let’s try it anyway.”

The rest of the night took place, indeed, at Haru’s mansion. It was far easier for a boy living alone to sneak out of his cafe than it was for a rich girl to evade her butlers a second time that night. Thankfully infiltration came naturally to Ren, and though it tired both of them out he made it into the soft embrace of a fluffy burger princess.

Their connection still stoked their flames, but mostly it just improved their sexual appetite to include their partner’s. A kiss was two times effective when you felt both sides of it. Rubbing against hard pecs had your soft tits be phantom fondled as well. The sixty nine position was the obvious first step, but when they got to the sex… wow. A mind blowing first time if ever there was one.

Joker’s cock stretched Haru so thoroughly, while also making it feel like his cock was tingling from base to tip. And the sensual squeeze that the perfect pussy provided made said passage enflamed with arousal. Even after climaxing so many times that night, they knew it would be late into tomorrow morning before they’d be truly satisfied with stopping. The leader of the Phantom Thieves filling Haru up with his seed over and over again, while she just cried out for more.

The two even went passed Futaba’s limits, who had to record the rest of the evening for her personal wank bank material and go to bed.

Eventually their problem was sorted out by returning to Mementos and exiting in the usual way. Detangling whatever soul meld they’d accidentally went through… but the damage was done. They were in love now. Both spiritually and so very physically.

The next day after school they walked hand in hand to go try out regular sex. Happy to find it felt just as good, since their connection was already so strong.