A/N:
Hey guys...It's me, Eliza. Uh...this should be my final chapter, (It actually is, forget maybe) and with being the last...The lemon section is finally upon us! (Sadly, for this is going to be really...probably terribly written. Can't tell since I haven't wrote it yet!) Anyway, never fear for my next fanfiction is near! It should be out sometime during the weekend or next week. It's...something completely different from this one...if you wanted a example of what it's going to be like, then read Cardinal Kiril's "The Gauntlet: A Trip Through MEMEmentos", if you've already read it then...you know it's a wild ride, and I hope to honor Cardinal and make something as funny and interesting as it. Now...without further a do! The finale to "I'm...Not a Stalker..?" is here! Enjoy!
The kiss was a moment of intense passion. Neither member felt compelled to resist or break away. In fact it was something the both of them wanted. It seemed that the both of them were on the same wavelength. It might've been possible they would never get another moment like this.
Makoto's lips were soft, like marshmallows, and had a taste that distinctly reminded Akira of Sakura Rose petals. In fact her entire body smelt of rose petals. The fragrance was nigh intoxicating to Akira, but then Makoto started to pull away. Akira didn't know what to say..and as he could clearly see on her face..she didn't know either. The two took a minute to breathe. Akira looked at her as his breath refilled his lungs. "S-So..That was interesting to say the least.." He breathed out through pants.
Makoto blushed intensely and turned around, attempting to regain her composure. Akira kinda started to chuckle as he saw his crush break her perfect image for the first time over something so...simple as a kiss. she looked back at him with a face of annoyance as he laughed slightly at her hopeless attempts. Eventually she turned around, her reddened cheeks shining as bright as the sun. "Yeah...I..."
The student council president closed her hands into fists, and exhaled, "...I..I.." Forsaking everything, she leaned in again, pressing her lips against his. After what just happened before, she couldn't just brush this off and leave. Every worry that had consumed her mind previously, Akira's record, her reputation, Kamoshida, The Phantom Thieves, collage, Sae, the mental shutdown cases...It all started to just..fade away. It was like she was being controlled by these worries in a raging river, and..Akira was the rock that they couldn't get through. Nobody had ever made her feel like that. Not anyone, that is except for her father. Something about him made her feel so..calm and at home. Akira cupped her cheek as he wrapped his arm around her waist, he stared into her eyes..becoming lost in those red beautiful orbs of those called her eyes. He smiled at her, attempting to make her feel more at ease, it didn't take a genius to tell that she felt discomfort at this whole encounter despite enjoying this. Slowly, a smile started to appear on her face also. Akira lowed the hand on her cheek to her waist as he brought her in for a hug. It was deep, and passionate. Something Makoto hadn't felt in a long time. Out of reflex, she hugged him back. Seemingly holding on to him with every single bit of strength she could muster..She never wanted this feeling to ever leave her again.
Akira felt shocked by this display of emotions, from what he'd seen and heard of the class president, she wasn't one to show emotions in general. There must've been something about him that she must've really liked. After all...she did confess to liking the boy. Makoto burrowed her face into the boy's shoulder, mumbling something into Akira's shoulder. Akira could barely understand the muffled speech, "What did you say? Makoto-senpai?"
She mumbled again, this time Akira could make it out more so. Visible shock appeared on the boy's face. He could barely believe what the woman of his dreams was asking of him. It could barely even take form within his head...it was like a..dream long past, and he was just attempting to understand it. Akira took a breath in and stared down the woman of his desires...and smiled. He nodded confidently as he led Makoto by the hand to his futon on the dusty and cobweb-ridden floor of the attic. His free hand started to shake under the pressure he felt on his entire soul, quickly he closed it into a fist, taking in another deep breath. He needed to maintain his calm image to help calm Makoto, who he could easily tell was enduring more stress than him. After all...She was the one to bring up the idea of them...becoming one.
The couple lowered themselves onto the futon with caution, and sat in front of each other. Silence nearly consumed the room as patter of rain subtly raged on the roof of Leblanc. Akira raised a hesitant shake-ridden hand to Makoto's face, and gently caressed her face. Forget everything else..his goal for the moment was to just make the woman of his dreams feel calm and safe. Having love-filled and passionate sex? Not as important. A sigh slide from her mouth, as Akira brought her anxiety down somehow using that amazing ability of his. Taking note from him earlier, a loving smile appeared on her face...hopefully making Akira calm. Even though she could barely tell with that neutral, sly mask he always donned.
No matter how the leader of the Phantom Thieves had felt at school or even in general, the face; and by extension her smile, always cheered him up. Even when things were at the darkest during Kamoshida's raging control of Shujin, a simple glance at her made things better. It, along with simply giving that disgusting bastard his dues, made things bearable to a massive degree. With that, it was no surprise to him that a big, happy smile burrowed itself onto Akira's face. With seeing her smile, it granted him another massive boost of self-confidence to fully go through with this.
The younger teen wrapped his arms around her body gently as if she was a delicate gift in several layers of wrapping. Gently with every single inch of careful consideration, he finally laid her on his futon. Makoto gazed into Akira's glasses which held his dark gray colored eyes. The same was apparent with Akira, the two were locked within one another's eyes in an never ending cycle that neither cared about breaking out of. Hell, if they had the choice...they'd stay like this until the end of time. Sadly, however, they couldn't. Akira was living a life that was dangerous, and required his every waking moment's attention on it. Makoto had all her student council business to deal with, and eventually had to give up every single piece of evidence she had for Akira being a Phantom Thief to the principal. An inevitability she had started to come to regret more and more this taboo moment of passion went on. However neither of them cared for the moment. As they said screw everything to satisfy the intense feelings they had brewing for one another since the day they first saw each other.
Akira made the first move, and pressed his lips against hers again, somehow this time being more passionate than the last. It seemed that with ever kiss that proceeded one another, it became more passionate and intense. His mouth seemed to be controlled by something else besides himself, as his tongue slid into her mouth as if it was a second nature. Makoto greeted the surprising and bold action with a raise of her brow. Soon after she came to love it, although knowing how she usually acted, she would've found this act to be disgusting and even wonder how someone could find it to be romantic, even more so sexy, but that was barely a thought in her mind at the moment. Since she just wanted every single part of Akira. She just wanted to join him in embracing their mutual feelings for each other, and make love for the single time they could.
The girl then pushed back against Akira's tongue, the two wet masses battling and nigh wrestling against each other, their lips seemingly trying to overpower the other in an never-ending battle. Akira's hands, not knowing where to go, gripped themselves to Makoto's figure. They had started to move themselves up her thighs ever so slowly, something Makoto didn't know she could be so pleasured by, they then started to slide under Makoto's camisole and shirt, feeling their cold wet fingers against her warm torso. A jolt from the cold vibrated through out her entire body with a sharp gasp breaking from Makoto's mouth as Akira pulled back. He looked down, attempting to make sure she was content with this, and that he wasn't forcing anything on her at all. For he never wanted to make anyone feel that way that disgusting piece of shit had made that woman feel that nigh-
"Akira? Are you okay..?" Makoto asked, filled with concern as she gazed worriedly into his eyes. It seemed he had started to zone out when thinking of everything.
"Y-Yeah..I was just thinking of something. B-But what about you..?" He never did get the answer to the reason he had zoned out. Makoto replied to his question with a simple nervous nod as her face became even more so riddled with blushes. Akira, having her blessing, continued to kiss the woman of his dreams as he started to gently grasp and grope her breasts. Little moans started to quietly escape her mouth as Makoto's hands started to wrap around the boy, seemingly puling him into herself more. God, with everything Akira was doing, she just wanted more of him. Just more.
Something hard pressed against her belly. Something hard, long, and hot. Makoto pulled away from Akira and gasped. This...This wasn't what she expected. I mean she knew the male penis got hard and all that during sexual encounters but..it still scared her. Plus it was the hard penis of the man she had seemingly came to love. Akira relented, pulling back once again to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong. Alas, that's when the young man noticed his throbbing mass that had laid hidden and confined in Shujin's uniform pants. A sense of nervousness crept up in his entire body as if it was puke rising to explode from his mouth. Akira had forgotten about this aspect of sex due to the passionate moment he and Makoto had somehow been able to capture. The nervousness had been created due to his...looming attachment to porn. Since he was a blooming; incredibly horny, teenager, he looked to those videos as a sort of guide on things. Because of that however, that caused...him to think what if his..friend was small..or what if it hurt Makoto. A lot of worries started to creep up in the boy. Worries about hurting her, not fully satisfying her during their first times, what if she got preg-
"A CONDOM!" Akira screamed, scaring Makoto and even himself. He also heard Morgana bang against something causing it to fall in the bathroom. Why was Mona in the bathroom? Akira didn't know, but he made sure to ask Mona about it later.
It took Makoto a second to realize what Akira meant by that, but when she realized, her eyes widened as big as Morgana's eyes while in the Metaverse. Quickly, however, they started to narrow as a slight chuckle slid from her mouth. There was nothing for Akira to be screaming about, she did love the fact he was attempting to be responsible, because she did let that slip from her mind. "...I am the Student Council President for a reason. I'm on the pill, and it's after my cycle. Now...be calm...Mr. Kurusu." Makoto hadn't meant for that last sentence to come out like that, but it did and Akira loved it. It caused Makoto to gain some self confidence as she was the one to bring Akira's face in for another passionate kiss.
While her fingers quickly positioned themselves around his belt loops, and slowly pulled down Akira's pants. The cold air now passing through his boxers, seemingly making his..hot little friend down there become tighter against the thin material of his boxers. Once again, nervousness crept up inside him as he saw Makoto's eyes locked onto his lower region.
Fear, anxiety, curiosity, and the most important one, horniness stuck themselves within the two for different reasons. Makoto felt like..this was unlike her. To have her eyes locked on his...thing..She didn't hate it actually, it's just..was this..kind? Do people normally look in awe? Do other women barely believe that a man has...this? Or that...this has to..go inside of her?
Akira similarly was worried about hurting her with his member. It was the last thing he ever wanted to happen as his entire goal from the offset was to make Makoto feel comfortable and not hurt her at all.
Oddly..that's when Ryuji's voice echoed though his head.
Akira...When you have your first time alright? Don't..worry about every little thing man. Cuz that'll take away from the moment. The moment that we've been waiting for our whole lives! Now..have fun and be passionate alright!? So, when the time comes, if it ever comes, be careful but passionate with Makoto alright?
While Ryuji acted like a fool at times...that advice he could pump out always hit home with Akira. Having that message echoing though his head, Akira started to forsake all previous worries and had one goal. To make Makoto feel good and pleasurable. He went in and pressed his lips against her, rubbing and groping her breasts like before. Makoto started to have little moans escape her mouth once again, but didn't want to be the only one having pleasure.
In a bold move, she pulled Akira's boxers down. The boy froze again. His throbbing mass slapped against her arm as it shot from its cotton confines. She took a deep breath as she gripped it. The incredible amount of heat shot through her entire hand. It felt like it would burn her entire hand, nigh her entire body. Makoto started to stare at it again, as her breathing became erratic. Her breathing was become harder and harder because...she was getting hot and bothered. Something about this made her entire body feel..good..although her moments of pleasure spreading throughout her body compared nothing to Akira. Who was hunched over, his face scrunched up as he could barely contain his excitement and pleasure of having the girl of his dreams right below him, gripping his dick.
This made Makoto smile. Because she was basically controlling Akira with something as simple as his..dick. While she never wanted to see him in pain, seeing with writhe in pleasure..is something completely different. Something she liked seeing.
Her hand started to move up and down, ever so slowly. She didn't know what she was doing, it was just a reaction to wanting to see Akira in more painful pleasure. Little gasps and sharp inhaling started to frequently come from his mouth. The slow rubbing of his meat made him pleasure and savor every single moment. Akira could barely stand, and soon enough started to slowly position himself on the futon, which was hard to do with Makoto still rubbing him.
Now she stood over him, the roles reversed and her having complete dominance. Something she was enjoying ever so much. "Is it all a little bit too much for you Mr. Kurusu?" She said, placing her head near Akira's crotch, staring at him. She moved herself up, using her other hand to push Akira's shirt up so she could circle his nipple. Akira seemed like he was going to die from the pleasure, which wouldn't be such a terrible death considering all that happens in the Metaverse on a daily basis.
She relented on her assault on his nipple, and laid herself by him, still stroking his dick. "What's wrong Akira? The little criminal delinquent can't handle a girl playing with his dick? Wow...how disappointing." Makoto just didn't hold any restrain anymore, something hidden within her had just broke out of its shell, and it was something the both of them were enjoying.
Makoto started stroking faster, and faster, Akira's face took on a shook appearance but quickly took a painful pleasure filled appearance. Akira's breath started to struggle to come out, and even stopped at points. He attempted to speak, but it difficult. It was a miracle it even broke out, "M-MAKOTO! S-STOP!"
Amazingly, she stopped. Makoto raised herself up, and stared at Akira for a moment of reprise. The two breathed heavily, and stared at one another. Sweat beads flowed slowly down Akira's face as he gulped big swallows of air.
Makoto sighed, and stood all the way up, much to Akira's confusion. D-Did I do something wrong? Oh shit...
The only thing Akira could do was just stare at her back. Her expression hidden from him. Fear started to consume Akira's entire being again, he started to open his mouth to speak, but stopped. He saw Makoto untie her shoes, and take off both her leggings and skirt. Leaving her black lacy panties only on her. Makoto turned around back to Akira's shaken face. She chuckled, "You know..I wasn't just going to have you be the only one half naked.." Blushingly she uttered.
Akira tried to speak, but he kept studdering over his words. Again, Makoto started to chuckle, but she started to take her camisole and shirt off. Akira could barely believe this...being a infamous criminal at school wasn't that bad so it seems. Sighing, Akira took a deep breath as he took his shirt off. He stood up, and took Makoto into his arms. As a repeat of before, he gently laid her onto the futon again. With him being on top. That fearlessness and queen like nature that Makoto had before, had seemingly disappeared. Due to that..he had to be the dominate one. To make her be comfortable. As he could tell her nervousness came back.
Once again, things started to repeat themselves. Makoto stared lovingly and nervously into Akira's eyes. The two of them blushing. The atmosphere not being helped at all with Akira's throbbing dick looming over Makoto's panties. Her eyes wondered a little down at the massive mass, the heat from it pouring around her, affecting her thighs. A deep gulp echoed through the room before the rain started to come down harder. Akira took a deep breath as Makoto opened her mouth, "I-I don't..want you to be the only one..naked.."
Akira blushed incredibly, something Makoto thought was interesting since he attempted to mask all emotions that wouldn't make him still appear to be the cool and chill boy he is.
"Do-Do you want me to-" He pipped up, as Makoto nodded quickly. Akira's anxiety-ridden hands wrapped themselves around her back, unhooking her bra. Makoto slowly took her bra off, Akira nearly looking away so that his impure eyes wouldn't defile her body. Even though..that's what he would have to do soon, as per her request.
"Akira..." Pain gripped her voice, Akira not looking at her seeming hurt her feelings. As if she wasn't adequate. Akira quickly realized this, and slowly moved his eyes back towards his love.
Her breasts were right in his face. Her nipples perking up and hard. The cold air tickling them. Makoto seemed very...insecure. Which is expected of a growing woman of her age. Especially since Akira was about Ann Takamaki, a woman who had a fuller body with fuller breasts. As opposed to her smaller ones. This had been something she had constantly anchored her mental state and self esteem.
Akira's eyes were tethered to her breasts, as if it was the salvation to the continuation of his life. Her breasts were beautiful. Nothing else could remotely compare. He didn't care if they weren't the same size as Ann's. They were just perfect the way they were.
Makoto on the other hand, though he was disappointed about it. Seemingly disgusting about the size of her breasts. "Akira...I...I'm sorry if they're small..especially compared to Ann's—"
"What do you mean? These are perfect! I don't care about that other stuff. Makoto you're utterly perfect in every single way. Nothing about you remotely disappoints me. I...love you. And every part of you." Akira didn't know that he would even admit that. He was just going by what his heart wanted to say. Something he's been doing more lately ever since becoming a Phantom Thief. Although..he probably shouldn't have said this right now seeing as they're both worried about their first time, and having a love confession wouldn't really make things better.
Well, he was proven wrong.
Makoto wrapped both of her arms around his neck, and brought him in for an intensely passionate kiss. She pulled back, with one sentence on her mind. "I love you too, Akira Kurusu."
Smiles started to carve themselves back onto the duos faces, and Akira decided to take the initiative. Deciding he had made her waited long enough. He slowly pulled her panties down, seeing his first vagina in his little virgin life. It was perfect. Like every other facet of her.
While further falling in love with Makoto's entire body, sweat beads began to run down his face. This..would be it. His last moments as a virgin. He could barely believe it, as he killed many of his children attempting to visualize how this moment would be. None of which came up with something like this.
Makoto pulled her hands from around his neck, and began using them to caress his face. An attempt to calm him down. She was hella nervous too, just like him, but she wanted this. She was the one who brought it up in the first place.
With a loving and heartwarming smile appearing on her face, Akira finally gained the confidence to do it. He positioned himself at the base of Makoto's vagina, with his throbbing dick aching from being hard for so long, and wanting to penetrate Makoto. He glanced one last time at her, making sure this was it. What she truly wanted.
With one head shake, and a deep breath later..his dick thrusted inside. Ever so slowly. Little then ever so louder gasps started to emerge from Makoto's mouth. There was a little pain as he entered, but the pleasure..oh lord the pleasure started to block all that out.
Akira soon came to a obstacle blocking him from reaching deeper inside, retracting himself from it, he thrusted once again, a little bit faster this time, and broke through Makoto's hymen. Pain blared though her entire body, it came quickly in a flash, causing her to scream and bite her lip in a way to mute it. Tears beginning to form in her eyes caused Akira to stop for a minute. Quickly, wanting the pleasure to continue, she nodded. Nearly whispering, "A-Akira..please..continue.."
Hearing her, his assault on her vagina started again. This time, however, lust started to take over. His thrusts became faster, and nearly as erratic as his breathing.
"Ahh~ Ak-Akira—Oh..god..!" Makoto could barely get her words out, pleasure started to inject itself through out her entire body, her pussy feeling on fire with the hot passion of sex. Her hands started moving randomly, gripping onto Akira's back, scratching it as she used her nails to anchor herself on something. She felt as if Akira's thrusts were going to send her off the futon.
Her moans became louder, and louder, being powerful fuel that caused Akira's thrusts to become faster and deeper, penetration places she never knew she had before. It was pure..love.
"Oh-OHhhh lord, Akira! Akiraaa~" Any type of intelligent speech she had started to become just pure moans, with Akira pounding harder, and harder like there was no tomorrow. Makoto yanked him down into her breasts, wanting to feel and hug the man she loved.
Akira thinking purely off of instinct, started nibbling on her breasts, eventually sucking on her nipple. The pleasure increased ten fold, as Makoto's nipples were her most sensitive. "Ak-AKIRAAA~~!"
Hearing her scream out her name made his dick solidify to the point of being a diamond, he started to thrust at the fastest he could will himself without hurting Makoto if that was even possible.
Akira started to feel a raising pressure in his dick, and Makoto started to feel an explosion of pleasure in her body, being brought forth by Akira's magnificent dick. "Akira-I'm—I'm—"
Akira shot his face up, and kissed the love of his life with every single thing he had left, as the two perfectly came in unison. The two's bodies jolting entirely in pleasure, with Akira becoming a lifeless body.
He sat on his knees as he slowly pulled his dick from her wet and drenched mess of a pussy. He sat, staring at her before he slumped off to the side of the futon. Holding her in a loving embrace.
As the two cuddled, Makoto closed her eyes and thought for a moment. With Akira's heavy breathing on her forehead, blowing on her head. Just taking a moment of reprieve, and to relax after the passionate and loving moment they had.
Passionate and loving huh...? ...
"Akira." Makoto said with her eyes closed in a nigh whisper.
"Yes..? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Worry was the number one thing in her voice. It made her guilt more apparent. How could she love a man, yet lie to him?
"I...lied to you about—" Her voice was suddenly cut off as something rough voiced it self through Akira's room.
Igor.
"Ah..The Trickster and his Queen. This..isn't meant to happen yet. Nor are you meant to tell him yet. Ah...I'm sorry Akira...Ah.." There was something of genuine regret in his voice, but Akira couldn't analyze it more as a snap crackled through the attic and everything became white.
Present Day
"So..yeah. That's what happened that day Sae-San." Akira uttered.
"Okay..so what happened next? Why did you decide to bring this back up after getting to the part where..this..Student Council President confronted you and your group?" The young woman asked intensely. Time was of the essence for her after all.
"Because..it's important later. And afterwards...nothing. Igor simply removed both of our memories of the event. He is..something of a god after all." He chuckled. Igor was one crazy bastard who he's never fully understood.
"So...why do you know remember it? Did he give them back?" Sae was getting invested, nearly believing the truths that Akira was feeding her. If they were lies after all.
"Ah...yeah...that's another story. For another time." A sly grin appeared on his face. Much to Sae's annoyance. Joker was one annoying but smart bastard.
For it was apart of his plan. To distract her long enough. Until...it was perfect. Perfect enough to strike. Just like his namesake. Like a true Joker.
