Sweet Temptation

by Cosmic Sky

Up until a certain point, they were on opposite sides. Quite bitterly from Sae's point of view, but as she stepped into Leblanc, Akira thought of how that bitterness had faded. He hadn't hated her, something that Sae was grateful to find out. What lay between them now wasn't just respect either but something else. It called to them, tempted them, and they felt like giving in.

Hey, everyone. I'm back with another Persona 5 story, my third to be set in The Royal's continuity. More importantly, this story is something of a celebration of it coming to other consoles, along with soon-to-be Personas 4 and 3. Rounding out the hot older woman trio of Persona 5 is none other than Sae Niijima. She'll be the leading lady of this sexy one-shot, and when I say sexy, I mean it. Fair warning, people, smut abounds in this one-shot. I'm sure you all know what to expect, so enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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Sweet Temptation

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"H-Hello."

"Hey," Akira casually said back in response. He figured it was probably the best thing he could say to Sae at the moment. The silence that followed as she stepped into Leblanc gave him some thing to ponder why she'd came here at so late an hour. They were about twenty minutes away from closing. Frankly, he thought he'd seen the last costume of the night leave not five minutes ago. Apparently, that wasn't to be the case. "Suppose you're here for some coffee, huh?"

"Obviously," Sae whispered back, a miniscule smile on her race. "Are you still serving?"

Chuckling, he lifted his hand and indicated to a seat, specifically the seat right in front of him. "From opening until closing, and we've still got twenty minutes left. Come in."

The small smile grew into something that put an extra pep in Akira's step. It always did, but now it seemed a little more so than usual. Maybe because this was the first time in a while that they'd been alone. Actually alone and not having some great darkness looming over them. In a sense, they were free.

Sae continued to smile as she took a seat in front of him and watched him prepare her coffee. All the while he snuck little glances back at her; to his surprise, he found her staring back at him.

"Has everything been alright at home? At work?" The black-haired teenager immediately asked.

His words made her realize her staring. Embarrassment overtook her face. "Y-Yes, f-f-fine. Things are certainly better than they had been before."

"At home…and at work too?" He politely questioned.

"…Both, and I owe that to you, Akira." Under normal circumstances, she'd have used his last name, as was the norm in Japan. It was perfectly normal between people who only had either professional or cardinal relationships with each other. What the two of them had on the other hand was…complicated.

He stopped and turned around to look at her, all of her from the head down. Ultimately though, he found himself locked in on her eyes, just like he always did. In private, to himself, Akira would shamelessly admit that he thought Sae Niijima was a beautiful woman, more beautiful than her sister. There was a fire in her that had enticed him, even as he'd came close to being scorched alive by that same fire. He supposed there really was something wrong with him.

"I…I…I never expected to meet someone like you, I-I never expected you to turn out to be…such a person." She was hesitant in speaking, yet she knew she had to; more than that, a part of her likely wanted to. Truth had been a hot-button topic between them. It was said to be the thing able to set all free, yet speaking it and accepting it could be easier said than done. Sae had certainly been pushed hard into doing the latter as she spent hours interrogating him, ringing out an incredible story from his lips, a story that was seemingly too insane to be real. As Sae had learned though, it had been real, all of it.

And she'd played a critical role in deciding if his story ended in that interrogation room or if it would go on.

To be honest, he owed her his life.

"I didn't come here trying to a hero." Akira began.

"I didn't think so, even though you ended up doing some pretty heroic things." Came her surprisingly calm and even affectionate reply. "It's cliché, but that's how it always starts, and…just like a real hero, you saw it through to the end, the happy ending."

Chuckling, he turned around and leaned against the counter, a jovial smile on his face. It was brightened as he saw a similar expression on Sae's face. Again, it was such a sharp contrast to the frowns and deep glares she would normally give. For a time, those were the only expressions she made. "This is my happy ending, huh? Or…it's as happy as it can get. I'm alive, my friends are alive, we fought the bad guys and beat them, saving the world and the people in it."

"Saving the people…you sure did that alright." He caught how her fingers laced together, tightening around each other. "You even saved me. And you…saved Akechi."

The thief and the officer of the law, or in his case, officers. Sae may not have been a policewoman, but she was a prosecutor who was going to put together a case against him that would get him locked away, likely for the rest of his life. Akechi was hot on his trail as a detective, but in truth he was an assassin. He wasn't going to put him away-he was going to put him in the ground. The Detective Prince would have succeeded if it weren't for Sae. In the end, neither of them had succeeded in their respective goals, and they'd ended up becoming people he'd call his allies. People that he would gladly die for just as he would the rest of his friends.

Would he work up the guts to tell Sae that to her face before he returned home? Akira severely doubted it. It was probably for the best she never knew; it's not like knowing that would change anything.

"Can I ask you something? It's…kind of personal."

"Fire away, just be prepared for the honest answer." Akira responded. He already had a feeling what kind of question she was going to ask.

"Did you ever hate either of us, especially Akechi? Did you ever think it'd be easier if you just…left us to our fates?"

It was miniscule, but Akira detected it, the uncertainty in her voice that came with not knowing what his answer would be. That came with fearing it as well. Something's changed in her. He guessed while inhaling. Sae straightened up, no doubt expecting a long and grand speech. "Leaving either of you for dead…maybe once or twice, but no. I can't say that I ever hated either of you. Not even Akechi, especially after we…fought the first time."

Sae raised an eyebrow. "The first time? You mean you two had a fight before you and the others fought him in Shido's Palace?"

Despite the dull aching of his body as he remembered the even, he smiled. "He called me how to Mementos where we had a one-on-one fight. Just the two of us and our Personas. I already knew he had ulterior motives for forcing his way onto the team. This 'Black Mask' character that had been running around, I had a feeling it was him. After fighting him, I knew it was him."

"And yet you…let him remain on the team? You two stayed…comrades?" Sae asked in genuine bewilderment.

Akira couldn't help but laugh. "You know how in anime and manga, you've got two rival characters who can't seem to stand each other, but they're at their best when they're together. Rather they're on the same side or not?"

Sae's curious face became a frustrated frown. "I know what you're getting at."

"Really?"

He chuckled as she lifted her head up and shot him a half-glare. "You asked me if I'd seen those sorts of things in anime and manga, well I have. And for the record, I found time for those sorts of things growing up!" His chuckling turned into full on laughter as he threw up his hands in mocking surrender. "Anyways, so…I suppose I can…understand it when you put it like that, even though I always felt like those relationships were so complicated." Her regained composure melted into a frown of deep contemplation. "Even back then, I had a bit of a black and white view of everything. I suppose I carried that view with me as I got older, and I learned the world had its shades of gray." Her brown eyes flickered as she looked straight at him. "You existed in that gray area, but you did more good than I ever could. Hell, even Akechi seemed to, taking more than a few criminals off the streets. Even if he…did it in a less than moral way."

Akira's eyes drifted upward to the lights that illuminated the café. "He had a lot of anger inside of him…and I sympathized with that because I had a shit load of it too."

"After everything you went through, it'd surprise me if you didn't." Sae offered. "Was that the difference between you two?"

His gaze hardened slightly as he looked at the former prosecutor. "Suppose it was. I had friends and family who gave me a reason to keep it in check. Akechi, Goro though…"

"…Build Shido up, then bring him and everything he'd built crashing down."

"The whole idea was batshit insane, but I'd be lying if I didn't say some part of it was…appealing to me. In the end, we were both outcasts, and both of us wanted to get back at society for making us such. We just…found different ways to do it."

"That's one way to look at it, though one of you found a considerably more destructive and dangerous way to go about it." Sae addressed. Akira couldn't argue with that. While he could sympathize with his rival, he sure as hell hadn't agreed with it. "In the end though, he…really liked you though, and you felt the same about him. After everything you two had been through."

"Yeah…and then we only had each other as we found ourselves in the shit again." Akira mirthfully added.

He was able to read Sae's gaze again; she really wasn't trying to hide it. Maybe that was because she was getting uncharacteristically emotional about this. Akira noted that they were still talking about Akechi, and she'd originally asked about him and herself. The feeling that she was avoiding talking about herself gnawed at him. Just like how he saw a sense of jealously gnawing at Sae as he brought up the incident with Maruki.

Sae looked away, the quiet jealously in her eyes still on her face.

His teammates had been nothing short of ashamed of themselves when they realized they were in a dream world created by the wayward doctor. When he told a handful of his inner circle, their sorrow was more…subdued; Akira considered that a blessing since he didn't want them dealing with the emotional stress of entering and leaving a world of their wildest dreams.

And here he was with Sae, who'd been made aware of Maruki's attempted…actualization of the world.

"At the very least he proved that there was something between you two." The jealously in her voice was undeniable.

"…I think you mean we proved we made a pretty kick ass team, which we did." Akira light-heartedly corrected. The jealously slackened a little. "And then we were joined by Sumire."

"The sister of the late Kasumi Yoshikawa." The response came out too fast and too clipped to be anything but an admission of jealously. Akira had to refrain from chuckling at it. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough as Sae turned to him with a sharpen glare. A minute passed between them, during which she realized how she was acting. Again, she looked away, a little red tint coloring her cheeks.

Akira couldn't contain himself any longer. "Hahahahaha!"

"I-I'm not jealous!" Her response was immediate, standing up and slamming her hands down on the table. The noises echoed in the empty café. Far from the mood being tense, it turned more jovial as the teenager continued to laugh. "Urgh, you know what, just hand me my coffee. I could use something to drink."

"Hahaha…um, you'll have to wait another minute. It…kind of got a little cold. Sorry." He nervously said after looking back at her order.

"It's fine. Besides, I spent all that time talking to you. If anything, it's my fault."

He looked back at her as he put the cup in the microwave and let it bring warmth back into the cooled beverage. "I'm happy that we were able to talk though." Akira quietly admitted.

"Me too." Sae immediately responded, flashing him a smile. "The truth is I rather enjoy talking to you, at least when we can just…be ourselves."

"Yeah, I always like it when I'm able to talk to people…face-to-face so to speak. I think that's why after we fought, Akechi and I…well, we were still headed for a collision, but it felt like it wasn't as bad as it could be. Or maybe that's what I keep telling myself."

"Maybe because it's the truth. It's…painful having to remind yourself of it because you're surrounded by so many lies, you second guess everything." Sae offered. When the microwave sounded, he heeded it, unwilling to leave his costume thirsty for a moment longer. "You gave me the truth when we were in the interrogation room, I just…needed some time to believe it."

"You're not still beating yourself up over that, are you? Sae, trust me when I tell you that I was shooting for the stars. Really shooting for the stars."

"And you reached them." She simply said taking her café au lait. Akira stared at her, stunned by the four words. "That's such an amazing ability of yours, to reach for the stars and be able to grasp them. Honestly, it's something I can't help be in awe of, and envious of." As he looked away in open embarrassment, Sae took a sip of her coffee. A long sip that ended with her looking back at him with a smile that could best be described as twinkling. It made his heart beat several ticks faster in his chest as he stared back at her. "You can do things that I honestly only wish I could, make differences that I…wish I was able to."

"Sae,"

He paused and watched her take another long sip of her coffee. While he was ready to speak, he stopped as Sae's brown eyes rested upon him again. "I could be angry at you for that, but I respect you too much for that. Besides, you taught me that you can do something besides wallow in despair, you can act."

The fluttering in his heart increased, the smile on his face brightened.

"I guess you really are like a star, Akira. You light up the dark sky, and you give inspiration to those who need it, just like you did me." The defense attorney added, her smile warmer than the coffee and milk blend that he'd served her.

"Okay, now I think you're just trying to flatter me, which really isn't like you, Sae."

"Honestly, I'm just being honest with you. There's…a lot I want to tell you before you return home." In response to that he could have just told her she could wait until he returned to Tokyo. It wasn't like once he left, he was never coming back. There was no way in hell that was going to happen, he'd met far too many incredible people in the city to never come back. Including the woman sitting in front of him. The woman that, somehow, against all odds, he believed he'd fallen for.

From the moment he met her, he thought she was quite attractive. Akira knew better than to judge someone based on their appearances though; looks could always be deceiving.

He could take the argument that she wasn't exactly winning any personality points when they first met, at least not directly. The positives he'd heard from her came from her sister, Makoto. Akira didn't have any siblings, but he did have cousins who he looked up to, and who he'd do anything to protect. Those feelings were roused when Sae Niijima became their latest target. Then she became their-his-only hope to outwit Shido's conspiracy.

Akira supposed he could say that's when it started. She came at him all fury and bluster, but as he told his story, he wore down the darken shroud that had clung to her, molding her into someone she now regretted. As he did so, he saw glimpses of someone else, a woman that had been broken and hurt just like him; as she'd stated, he'd done his best to lift her back up into the light. Given their current positions, he was proud to say that he'd succeeded. The woman in front of him, the woman he'd came to know over the last few months…she was someone that he'd found himself gravitating to. It's why his heart ached at the thought of leaving Tokyo without her knowing how he'd came to feel about her. Then again, maybe it was better that way.

Would anything romantic come about if he did tell her how he felt about her?

His eyes closed in frustration as he thought of the hurdles. First and foremost was the age gape, albeit it wasn't that massive. Seven years wasn't too bad, but it could be eyebrow-raising. Second, arguably deserving of first place, was Makoto. Exactly how would his teammate and friend react to the news that he had fallen for her older sister?

How would Sae herself react to him?

"Akira,"

Popping his eyes open, he looked straight into her brown orbs. She was standing up, her own eyes overshadowed with concern. Having risen to her feet, she walked around the counter and right up to him, all in the span of a single breath. It was quite surprising, so surprising that he was left speechless when she came up on him. He would have been lying if he didn't say that he liked the closeness, even if he was a tad embarrassed on spacing out so much.

So was Sae once she realized what she'd done. "O-Oh, I-I'm sorry. I-I just…I just sort of…s-s-slipped up. I didn't mean to violate your personal space." She stammered as she started backing away.

"N-No, it's fine, Sae." He very rarely allowed anyone behind the counter, except for close friends and associates. Akira was willing to count Sae in that category though. His mind working fast, he thought of something to regain the seemingly distant light-hearted mood. "That kind of concern at least shows you're back to being a good big sister to Makoto."

"I've been trying." She responded with a smile. "It hasn't been easy because I feel like I've got a lot to make up for."

"You're trying none the less, and that's the important thing." Akira offered.

Her smile grew as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Again, thanks to you, which is kind of embarrassing. I try to tell myself it's not so bad, heroes inspire people so…why not."

"A hero…" he mused.

"Akira," the oldest Niijima called again.

Her eyes had taken on an enticing fierceness to them, a fire that he felt pulling him toward her. "You are a hero, to so many people, including me, Akira. You're…I put you on the same level as I do my father." He tensed up hearing that. His bond with Makoto had told him how highly the Niijima sisters held their deceased father. To be told he's on equal footing to him in Sae's eyes, it was…incredible. "For a time, as much as I hate to admit it, m-my father…I'd lost faith in nearly everything he believed in. You made me believe again, something I thought was near impossible." Pausing, she stared at her now empty cup, her inner emotions seemingly spilling forward despite any attempts to stop them. "Y-You're…you're the most incredible man I've ever met. I say man because…you've…you've showed more balls than eighty-percent of the men I've met in my life, including the people I work with. Your heart's definitely in the right place unlike theirs, it's so strong and bright and…and…"

Two voices argued within him, one telling him he had to shut the overflow down while the other told him to let it continue. Sae was talking about him giving her hope, blind to the fact that she was doing the same for him. Hope that the innermost feelings in him might not have been one sided. Logic and emotion clashed, the former telling him that admiration and love weren't quite the same. That he knew, but the emotional side of him wanted to be optimistic.

Unfortunately, that clash ate up any chance of responding to her outpouring, and she took it as a bad sign. "I-I'm sorry about all that. It was-"

"Personal…and nice to hear." His own response was formulated in seconds. Being a Phantom Thief had taught him how to think fast, it could mean the difference between success and disaster. "You know, I always felt like I would end up the unsung hero type. Sometimes it feels like the bigger the deed, the more likely it is to go unrecognized, at least for a while."

"Well, I'm proud to tell you that's not the case. You're no unsung hero, and even if I can't openly sing your praises, I'll sing them to you. Directly to your face so that you'll know your deeds are appreciated."

He beamed at her. "Thank you, Sae."

An idyllic moment of silence ensued between the pair as they simply smiled back at each other. Time ticked by, slowly losing meaning to the two of them. Likewise, they gradually lost awareness of their bodies, which began to subconsciously move on their own. Akira didn't feel his hands laying down against the wooden counter, nor did Sae realize she was leaning closer and closer toward his approaching face. His focus shifted between her eyes and her lips, her pink lips, lips that had gradually gone from sneering and snarling at him to smiling at him.

Akira wanted to know what they tasted like so much.

And he did, for a second.

Sae pulled away, nearly fumbling out of her seat. "I-I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to-"

"N-N-No, n-no, i-it's fine!" He shouted back. A part of him noted how red her cheeks were, his were probably just as red.

Contrary to the embarrassment and shame swirling around her, Akira caught a glimpse of her eyes. He saw something else besides them, something he'd seen before-longing. The flickering flame within him wasn't deemed by the one-second kiss.

"I-I should go, i-it's past closing time anyway, i-isn't it?" He nodded, giving her the signal to reach into her purse for the money for her drink. "T-Thank you, A-Akira. I-I really appreciated the drink. A-And the…chance to tell you how I feel."

Sae Niijima, one of the toughest and most composed women he'd ever headed toward the door in an almost frenzy. Watching her go stirred something in Akira. As the bell above the door jingled, that stirring turned into a roar.

Quickly, he put the money away and threw off his apron. He headed toward the door and looked both ways, hoping he'd be able to find his last costumer of the night. When he did, he called out to her, not caring who might have heard him.

"Sae!"

She immediately turned around, her eyes shimmering with amazement as he ran up to her. "Y-Yes?"

"I…I answered your question about Akechi, but I…never answered it about you, did I?" He began. If he wanted to play it cool, he could say that he already had. Akira would have told her if he at any point hated her during their heart-to-heart. The fact that he hadn't was an answer in itself, but he wanted to do more than just answer her question. He felt like he couldn't wait for that, not another day.

His proclamation caused Sae's eyes to widen and her cheeks to take on a slightly red hue, a blush. She didn't let it stop her from speaking though, and what she spoke caught him off-guard. "Then how's about you tell me…over a drink I make for you."

Akira's eyes widened, yet he felt his head nodding in eager acceptance. It seemed when Morgana got back from spending the night with Haru and Makoto, he was going to be in for a little surprise.

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Contrary to the tough-as-nails exterior she put up, Sae Niijima was capable of getting nervous. There were times she got extremely nervous. That rarely happened with a man; matter of fact, she tried to keep those times limited to as few as possible.

She'd been hit on, and she'd…tried hitting on others. More often than not, both attempts had ended in disaster. It wasn't like she wasn't interested in romance, quite the opposite. Except she wasn't going to be the obedient housewife that so many, including her former superior, thought she should have been. The very notion angered her.

Her female coworkers had simply told her she hadn't meant the right guy yet, the guy who'd "flip her world upside down". Sae had rolled her eyes at the description, doubtful it'd ever happen…but it had. Here she was, riding up the elevator to her apartment with Akira Kurusu, leader of the Phantom Thieves of Heart. The man and the group she'd vowed to bring down…and yet she'd became their ally. She'd became an admirer of the enigmatic Joker.

It was too unbelievable to be real, but it was as real as the dinging of the elevator and the steps they took. She was faintly aware that this wasn't the first time that Akira had been to their apartment, he'd came over to study with Makoto a handful of times. This was the first time though that it'd just be the two of them, the woman dedicated to bringing the Phantom Thieves down and the Thieves' wilily leader. It was somewhat infuriating yet comical to realize that she'd had her biggest target in her home a couple of times before. Here she was welcoming him in, preparing to fix him a drink.

Well, not really fix. Sae had nowhere near the brewing skills that he did. She certainly wasn't going to serve him any alcohol, he wasn't of legal age yet. And that brought her to another dilemma-she'd fallen for a man who was seven years her junior, one of her sister's best friends.

The more she thought about it, the more her cheeks redden in embarrassment. This whole thing felt like the storyline of a romantic drama. How had this happened to her? How in the hell had she ended up in this spectacularly strange situation?

Ultimately, the reason sat behind the kitchen counter in front of her, patiently waiting for his drink. She knew from her hours' long interrogation of him that he had a liking for cherry soda. Luckily, she had some of that on hand. Makoto's taking to it had been the reason she'd bought some.

Her sister was spending the night at one of her teammate's, Haru Okumura Sae believed. She was going to be there all night…meaning it was just going to be Sae. Or perhaps her and someone else, if she listened to the clamoring voice in her heart.

Silence ensued as he opened the can and took his first sips. Sae felt beyond nervous, she would even go as to say part of her was even a little terrified.

Get a grip, dammit! You…you can do this! You can…you can… Her resolve pattered off as she took stock of what her situation was. She'd fallen for a guy seven years younger than her, who, in a couple of days, was going to be moving back to his hometown in southeastern Japan. Hundreds of miles away from her. Away from me. Sae bitterly mused. Look at me! I'm acing like some clingy cougar! If anything, he should be going for Makoto, who's at least got a crush on him! Here I am…

Just as feelings of disgust began to fester within her, a light came to burn them away. That light was Akira's right hand, resting atop her left. Shocked, she looked up at him.

"You…were spacing out like I was at Leblanc. Thought I'd return the favor. Hope that I'm not intruding or making you feel uncomfortable." He somewhat sheepishly said.

Shaking her head, she answered, "The opposite." The truth felt good to say, as did Akira's hand. Deciding to be bold, Sae gently tightened her grip on her guest's hand. "Akira…I'd…like to hear your answer, he one that you couldn't' wait to tell me, and I…probably couldn't wait to hear. Even if it's negative."

"It's not, because I never hated you, Sae. Just like I never hated Akechi. With you, I knew that you were doing your job."

Despite the relief his words brought, she still felt a squirming mass of unease in her heart. "You're being too generous, Akira. I wasn't doing my job, I was letting my ego get the best of me. My jealously, my anger…just…everything hat drives people to commit crimes, I let those feelings control me and drive me to do the same. I tried to kill you all, including my own sister."

Without warning, his other hand fell atop of hers, sending forth comforting warmth into her. Sae squeezed his hand even tighter. "You didn't succeed though, and you've made up for it. Makoto doesn't hold that against you, and I didn't, and I never will."

Yet again, the light burned away the squirming darkness. Still Sae felt like she herself was being burned by it while also being saved by it. "As pieces of the battle came back to me, I…I couldn't help but still feel a little bi envious of all of you, including Makoto."

"You wished you had a Persona too?" Akira immediately deduced with a light smile.

Sae let out a humorous laugh. "Yes. Not just for the power though, or he outfits. I…I wanted to…I vowed I'd do everything in my power to help all of you, yet in the end, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stand by my sister…or you." She was consciously aware of how no mater what, she always circled back to him. A lesser person would likely have missed that, but Sae knew Akira was no such person. "I…sometimes I felt like I was breaking my promise."

"You kept it, Sae." The teenager assured her. "You led the charge in prosecuting Shido, you helped build the case against him. That's something we couldn't do. We may have been able to get him to confess all the horrible shit he's done, but you're the one who had to use it to put him away for good. That's something only you could have done, and we're all grateful for it. I'm grateful for it."

Those words set her heart ablaze, the fire quickly rising to her cheeks. "T-Thank you. I really mean that, Akira."

She was only barely aware of how they'd fallen back into the same position as they had back at the café. Her heart thundered as she remembered the one-second kiss they'd shared. Sae sorely wished it'd gone on even longer…and it'd led to more.

Akira Kurusu was in no way lacking in looks. He was hands down the handsomest guy she'd ever met. Maybe his youth had something to do with it. Thinking it that way made Sae feel worse about her amorous thoughts, but she couldn't help herself, especially as Akira continued to hold her hand in his. She remembered how acrobatically he'd moved in her Palace. Sure, it was the Metaverse, but she remembered Makoto telling her how his mother was a gymnast and he practiced with her. Not to mention he frequently worked out with his friends, including a former track runner.

Feeling like her thoughts were going too far in the wrong direction, Sae pulled away. She was stung by the immediate loss of his touch.

Biting her lip, she walked around the counter and toward the living room. She felt like she needed to sit down, or else her head was going to spin right off, or it was going to explode.

"Sae," came the call of the person who'd ignited the fuse. She looked up at him, finding herself lost in the gray eyes that had weathered so much. "Thanks for the drink, and thank you for believing in me."

The explosion went off, ripping through her body and spurring her to act. It was her heart, not her brain, that guided her actions. Shooting to her feet, she grabbed at his hand. "You earned it. You pulled off a couple of miracles, the first one being earning my trust in the worst situation imaginable. Then you went a…killed a god to save the world."

"Hehehe, for that one, I couldn't have done it without help, including yours, Sae." He responded. "I'm happy I got to meet you, Sae."

"Akira-"

Sae wasn't too proud as to deny she was caught off-guard. She shouldn't have been though. This was bound to happen at some point, the only question was where would it take place and who'd be in charge when it did. The answer to the first one was her apartment, and the answer to the second was…the enigmatic Joker. Quick as the knives he wielded and his own speed in and out of the Metaverse, he struck, quickly dominating the kiss. It was the final spark to the massive oil field that had sprung up between the two of them, that they sat in the center of. Fire erupted around them, consuming them in seconds.

Welcoming it, Sae threw herself into the kiss. Her hands finally reaching up and her fingers digging into the black forest of Akira's hair. As she did so, the gray-haired woman opened her mouth allowing his tongue full access into her oral hole. It was a big step, but a step she was willing to take; she knew when it was her turn, Akira would return the favor. An instinctive moan rose from her muffled lips as she felt the teenager's hands wrapping around her sides. The familiar jolt of erotic pleasure raced through her again, stronger than before thanks to the passionate kiss that they were sharing. Just like before, she wanted more of it…and this time, Sae chose to act on that want. As did Akira.

The Phantom Thief and former prosecutor warred with each other using their tongues. It almost seemed like they were back in the interrogation room, having a private battle of wills. Just like before, Akira was taking the lead, albeit at a much faster pace; it didn't help that Sae was practically surrendering to him unlike before where she put up a fight. Instead, all the fight had left her, the desire to resist the gray-eyed teenager across from her. Likewise, he'd thrown all the resistance toward his attraction to her out the window. With the last barriers broken down, they came at each other with full force, colliding and combusting into a sensual blaze. Not even the slight thumb of landing on the couch was enough to jog either of them out of the lustful trance.

Akira was on the bottom, having let himself fall backward while holding onto Sae. Seconds after they laid down, the pair separated for air. Gray eyes stared brown, both heavily glazed over. A hundred thoughts were running through their minds, yet they were transmitted through their eyes, which stared into each other with pure affection. Both had decided that they would hold nothing back, a commitment that was reaffirmed as the Wild Card and former Palace Ruler looked into one another's eyes. They could feel and hear the other's heavy breathing, a call for sensual action. Almost two minutes passed before they decided to answer the cool. Yet again, their lips connected, or rather, slammed into each other; it was rather remarkable given the short distance between their lips. The Phantom Thief's hand reached up and ran its way through the twenty-four-year-old's ashen gray strands, something that excited her as evident in the way she moaned into his mouth.

Eyes half-open, Akira leered at Sae. She leered back, silently daring him to see how far he could go. It was a fool's move, but Sae knew that they'd already crossed a barrier they shouldn't. Hell, they'd only just started and already they were in one hell of a compromising position. If Makoto suddenly walked through the door and made her way to the living room, she'd have seen them lying atop of one another on the couch. Making out like a couple of starving lovers.

Luckily, Sae was ninety-nine-percent sure she wasn't going to do that, meaning they had the rest of the night to themselves.

In other words, the rest of the night to ravage each other.

Of course, Akira struck first; not only had Sae given him the invite, it was in his nature to strike fast, especially when he'd been holding himself back.

His tongue forced its way up into Sae's mouth, flicking against hers in a lustful assault she was helpless again. Sae again moaned in delight while keeping their lips connected. Though his right hand was on the side of her head, his left was gradually roaming down her neck to her shoulder. Akira briefly massaged it using his thumb. It was subtle, but he heard the faint gasp of delight that sounded from the older woman's muffled lips. They separated from a brief gulp of air, then went back at each other. All the while, Akira moved his left hand down, from her arm down to her side. With both hands now in an optimal position, Akira fully seized on the chance to advance. He thrusted his hips upward while maintaining his domination of the kiss.

"Mmmmmmmhhh!" It wasn't so much of a word as a declaration of how Sae was feeling-like she was ascending to heaven. While she'd been kissed before, she'd never made out with anyone before, nothing even remotely close to this. Sae felt like she was burning up in a volcano, and she had a feeling it wasn't just because she was still clothed. The fact that Akira had brough forth such a reaction from her while both of them were still mostly dressed was of quiet astonishment to her. Sae could feel the teenager's erection through his jeans…and hers. He was most definitely hard for her. And Sae knew that she was becoming wet for him. Oh so very wet. She was getting wetter by the second curtsy of Akira's loving assault on her body: his lips and tongue dominating hers, his hands caressing her body from her head to her side, and lastly their hips being so closely pressed together. No doubt knowing what he was doing, he rocked his hips forward again, causing the former prosecutor to let out another muffled moan that bounced within their ears. He thrusted upward again, and again, Sae felt pure fire run up her spine; Sae clenched even harder at the boy beneath her.

As he subtly thrusted upward, Akira toyed with how amazing things would be once they finally removed their clothes. Through brief exchanges with Sae's eyes, he saw she was yearning for release as well. Her wishes were transmitted in the sudden but sensual rocking of her own hips against his. It was now the teenager who felt bolts of arcing ecstasy racing through him; he felt his member rage against his pants. Regaining control, Akira attacked her lips again. He baited her, coming at her with the same fervor as before then pulling away just as the older woman began to get into it. It wasn't easy for the Phantom Thief, but he had a game he was going to play out with Sae.

There was a brief pant from Sae, then a spark in her eyes. She surged forward, slamming her purple-tinted lips against his. Far from being caught off-guard, he was ready, Akira gently pushed back, pushing his tongue out to meet Sae's. The silver-haired woman moaned at the oral collision, her body reacted on pure impulse, gyrating atop of Akira's causing a sensational stir in the high schooler. He responded with a thrust of his own, Sae whimpered while still attached to his mouth. Akira reached up and caressed the side of her head, running his hand through her silver strands before forcing her head back resuming their kiss. The couple was rocked by another sensual wave that left them practically melting into the couch. If they kept going at this rate, they were likely going to roll right off it and possibly hit the table.

Neither of them seemed to care about that possibility, their minds were entirely elsewhere. For Sae, it was absolutely remarkable how clear-eyed and focused she was, yet she felt like her mind was caught in a cyclone. Akira Kurusu was the eye of the storm and the cause of it. She felt like she was clawing her way through to get to him, to hold him in her arms and never let go. He was certainly holding her like he had the intention of never letting her go, a move she was deeply smitten with. And his lips.

Were all high school boys such good kissers, or was it just this one was an exception? She leaned toward the latter as Akira had proved exceptional on multiple fronts, some of which she never would have dared to imagine. She was so glad that she'd given into the temptations.

Evidentially, so was he.

To say that Akira was simultaneously surprised and happy would have been an incredible understatement. So far, he'd gone further with Sae than he ever thought he realistically could. Now that he had, he knew he wasn't going to stop until he went all the way. He initiated the next kiss, quickly dominating it; Sae moaned in seeming pleasure at how he ravaged her mouth with his own. He made them grow louder when his hands drifted down to her buttocks. This was where he'd have expected a slap or a shove, some indicator that he was going too far. As he stared into her eyes while kissing her, all Akira saw was a continuation of the lustful desire that had already been present. It hadn't deemed with his groping, it'd only grown. Seeing that further excited Akira and spurred him to go further.

"Ahh~" Moaned the prosecutor. Feeling Akira's cock grinding against her was arousing, but feeling her own arousal? Sae never imagined that feeling that could be so…so good. I-I-It's because of him. B-B-Because he's here. H-He's real. He's incredible, he's…he's… Were they spoken by another, Sae would have simply rolled her eyes, dismissing the talk as infatuation. She could see herself from this morning gawking at her in awe and maybe disgust. Sae would have happily told her that she had no idea what she was missing, and to act fast. Every second with Akira Kurusu was a second well spent; she wished that she had more.

They completely lost track of time as they kiss and grinded against one another. The constant grinding got both of their respective organs reeved up, feeding into the growing erotic hunger that was already burning within them. It grew hotter each time they paused to catch their breathes. Stormy gray eyes stared down into enchanting purple, both quickly becoming glazed over with lust. That glazing increased when their lips reconnected, their tongues slapping against each other in a new duel. One was pushed into the mouth of another, then pushed back. Bodies bumped and thrusted against one another. It was maddening for both of them, yet so exciting that they couldn't stop. No, rather they didn't want to stop.

Akira sat up, still groping Sae's buttocks while she ran her hands through his black curls. For her, it was a near addictive experience. Not only had she never done something like this before, she found there was something just so enticing about Akira's unruly black hair. Throughout their date she'd felt a desire to play with it; needless to say, a small part of her was overjoyed when he playfully offered her the opportunity. Amidst her current play, her nails dug into his scalp.

Without warning, the teenager broke from her lips and dove for her exposed neck. Sae breathed out a breathless moan as her neck came under assault. Her ass was already being groped in ways that she normally never would have allowed. In this moment, not only was she allowing it, she was relishing it. Every second she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the sweet sea of euphoria. Akira was the black iron anchor pulling her down; she couldn't help but wonder how deep she could go or if she'd actually reach the bottom.

Speaking of bottom, that's where she was. Panting, she stared up at the teenager who'd turned her world upside down, seeing him as if he were some sort of angel descended from the heavens. Given what she now knew of him and his powers…that probably wasn't too far off the mark. In this case though, he was an angel of love as he gazed at her with burning lust mixed with heartwarming affection. It made Sae moan in delight as she realized that she was the only woman in Tokyo he'd looked at with such a gaze. Once more, the fires of arousal burned hot within her, spurring her into action.

She sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sae kept on kissing him even as she felt his hands dipping beneath the fabric of her turtleneck. Never had it seemed so stuffy and suffocating as it did now.

"Off," she ended up whispering in his ear. "J-Just…take it off, Akira."

Rather intentionally or involuntarily, he thrusted his hips against her waist. Sae squeezed her eyes shut and bit back a sultry moan. "You know I…won't be able to stop there, Sae." At least he was self-aware of his own urges.

He just needed to be made aware of hers. "I…I know, and I'm telling you, take it all off." Sae quietly yet sternly declared whilst looking him in the eye. It was an attempt to muster up the imposing force she often channeled in the courtroom. That said, she was never blushing there…or feeling so wet her panties no doubt had a huge stain in them.

That stain grew larger as the black-haired teenager grinned at her, then kissed her. It was a deep, lewd kiss that saw her tongue being pushed back into her mouth, which was completely dominated by his. Sae didn't even try to fight back; she merely surrendered to the boy who'd taken her heart. In the depths of her soul, Sae realized she didn't just want Akira to have her soul, she wanted him to have her body-all of it. She'd never felt that way about a man…but by God, had she secretly dreamed of what it would be like.

Second by second, that innermost desire was fulfilled while being surpassed. As she was lifted up, her arms reached toward the ceiling. She kept her eyes on him, watching his jaw drop as he gazed at her near naked upper body.

"Just like I thought, jet-black…and just the right size." The high schooler whistled.

"J-J-Just don't tell anyone about this, a-a-alright?" Sae barked while blushing up a storm. Beneath the black fabric of her lace braw, her nipples were hard. Beneath her black pants and undies, she was wet. Akira was looking over her chest and face like she was a slap of meat ready to be cooked and roasted for his devouring. Normally, she'd have found it repulsive…but in this case, she only felt more excited. "T-This…stays between-mmmmh~" Being shut up with a kiss was actually a great experience. Sae made a mental note to make sure she returned the favor to Akira sometime.

The kiss was just like the previous one. He was the dominant, happily lashing his tongue against all sides of Sae's mouth, including against her own tongue. Akira was glad he found no pushback, only submission, even as he massaged the defense lawyer's naked sides. They made her shudder in his hands and moan into his mouth. All in all, the kiss was made even more delicious, which made it all the sadder when it had to end. "Why would I tell anyone about this, Sae? I try to be a helpful person, but there are some things I like to keep private." Quick as lightning, he had his hands on her breasts, squeezing them causing the former prosecutor to howl in ecstasy. Akira pushed her down and loomed over her, his predatory eyes drinking in every detail of her blush-covered face. "No one else…but me."

A saner portion of his mind cautioned that he was perhaps going a little too far, that he was breaking down the very bridge he'd built. Akira had to admit, that part of him might have had a point, but it was overruled by the rest of him. And partially by the erotic moans that Sae made as he groped her bra-covered tits. She certainly wasn't trying to stop him or shout him down. No, the expression he saw on her face said only one thing-more.

Feeling her nipples through her bra, he pinched them. Sae's voice bounced across the living room, her legs shot up and her back arched off the couch. Akira fell upon her lips like a wildcat would its prey, once more asserting his dominance of her mouth. In response, the silver-haired woman raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist; it was a clear sign of how she felt about his actions. He kept on going, pinching and kissing her, occasionally thrusting his hips against her waist. Akira may not have had supernatural vision anymore, but he was positive that Sae's undies had a growing stain on them.

He wanted to see it.

Saliva briefly connected his lips to her purple ones. The enigmatic Joker chuckled at the sultry whine Sae gave as they parted lips. That whine turned into another moan as he dragged his fingers down her naked stomach to her waist. There, he began working on her pants. Sae watched him with ever growing euphoria, her heart thumping so loudly it was practically audible to the black-haired youth.

At his urging, she raised her legs and watched as her pants were pulled down leaving her bare legs…and eventually her stained, jet-black undies which matched her bra.

"I was right, you are the sexiest Niijima." Akira whistled.

Sae felt a mixture of joy and shame. The joy was for the compliment, she may not have…put herself out there too much, but she was proud of her body. Now, she had another reason to be proud, and make sure she stayed in shape. On the other hand, a part of her felt guilty at the unintentional jab toward her sister. She had a feeling she had some affection for Akira; if she could see them now…well, fainting would likely be the best response she could give.

A tiny voice within her whispered in her ear, she should have been prouder. She was the one the infamous Joker had chosen to take. Not her sister, not any other woman, her.

Sae's brown eyes watched the Phantom Thief move his right index and middle finger beneath her undies. "A-Ahhh~ T-T-That's…t-that's…ooohhh~" her left had gripped the couch's head while her right hand searched for something to grab onto. Eventually the armrest was found, but by then Akira was already fingering her at a rapid pace. "Y-You…aahhhh~ Y-You've…d-d-done this…b-before, haven't you?" Sae asked. Her own fingers, toys, had never came close to making her feeling this good. Neither had those of the last man she laid with.

With a grin, he shook his head. "Nope, you're my first one."

"B-Bullshit!" Sae shouted, still sporting cherry-red cheeks.

His grin deepened, as did his vaginal thrusting. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm just a natural at this?"

She didn't immediately respond. Sae felt like if she did, she'd fall into some sort of trap he'd set. Was it paranoia or something else? Frankly, it didn't matter, all that did was that she was getting the best shot of pleasure she'd had in her entire life. Sae leaned her head back and howled feeling Akira's fingers shoot straight up her vagina. Her walls practically clamped down on his fingers, eager to get them to stay where they were. It didn't do any good as they simply kept on going. The erotic friction of them sliding against the walls of her cunt was pushing Sae closer and closer to the edge. Her head remained hung back, her purple lips letting out pant after pant, sometimes broken up by the occasional scream. She couldn't handle this, not for an extended period of time.

It was too much…and Akira was just too good.

"Sae," came his silky voice.

Lifting her head up, she saw him within inches of her face. Without a second's hesitation, she leaned forward, kissing him. This time he wasn't in control, although neither was she. He was still fingering her, still setting her ablaze with ecstasy. That in turn made Sae's movements wild and erratic. She was simply too wild to be tamed, albeit she wasn't able to focus enough to assume control either.

"Aaaahhh~!" Wailed the silver-haired woman feeling her vaginal walls tightening around the teenager's fingers. He'd gone deep into her, penetrating all the way to her cervix. White-hot, erotic fire exploded through her lower body, then raced up her body. Sae could feel herself shaking like a vase. "I-I-I'm gonna cum! I-I'm gonna cum!" she shouted. Tears were gathering in her eyes from the sheer sensual overload her body was experiencing.

"Then cum!" Akira growled in front of her. "Let it all out, Sae. For once in your life, just let it go." Hearing her declaration, he picked up his speed. The squeeze of her womanly canal was tighter than ever, but it wasn't enough to impede him. Through his thrusting he felt it, the building orgasm within the twenty-four-year-old woman who'd caught his eye the moment he saw her. She was now beneath him, moaning and howling as her pussy enveloped his fingers in their hot, wet embrace.

"Aaaaahhh~!" Sae screamed, throwing her head back one final time and arching her body upward. After all the buildup, she indeed came, hard. Her juices burst out of her occupied pussy, covering Akira's fingers and ruining her undies. Sae didn't care about that though, she cared about nothing except the ethereal sense of joy that swept through her. It was incredible, it was unreal, it was…addicting. A-Again…m-more…I-I need to do this again. I need him to…to… The euphoria washed over her mind, jumbling up her words and leaving her unable to even think up a word. Tears slipped from her eyes as her body shook from its first orgasm. It had a beginning, but seemingly no ending, which was fine with Sae.

From the couch she floated down a lily pad, content to be splashed upon by the waters of ecstasy. From the top of her head to her toes, she felt teeming with life, yet all she wanted to do was lie still.

Her wish wasn't granted as something hard and warm left its mark on her chest. Gasping, she lifted her head, leaving the dream world behind. Her brown eyes stared at the black mass of curls atop her chest. They were then shut as a jolt of ecstasy hit her brain, having originated from her chest. Sae's ears just barely registered the sound of a tongue flicking against a nipple, teeth occasionally biting it. The nipple was hers and the mouth belonged to Akira. Once more, she was moaning in sweet joy, her right leg rising up.

A reprieve came, though Sae didn't know how long it'd been since the sensual assault started. Once more, she lifted her head and looked down, this time catching Akira's gray eyes. He lifted himself up a little, revealing he'd pulled down one side of her bra to get at her nipple. In the few seconds she stared at it, Sae saw it was bite-marked, hard, and covered with saliva.

"Does that feel good, Sae?" The charming seventeen-year-old whispered.

Like a lovestruck girl, all she could do was dumbly nod her head.

Sitting up a little more, he brought his fingers to his lips. Sae felt her heart skip a beat as he leisurely licked the cum-her cum-off of them. The sight was quite arousing, like something she'd seen in a porn video. Sae was sure if their roles were reversed, she'd be doing the same to Akira, and he'd be feeling exactly like her.

Maybe she would have offered him her cum-soaked fingers as he did her. Sae's jaw dropped as her nose took in the surprisingly enticing aroma of her own cum. She looked between his fingers and Akira's face; not once did the smile ever slip from it. It was like he was practically daring her! As it was against her personal policy to backdown, she only had one option!

"Mmmmm~ Mmmmm~ Ahhhhh~" She could only imagine what her colleagues would think of her. Sae was willing to guess that no small amount of the men would be over the moon to see her acting this way, and pissed off it wasn't their fingers she was sucking. As she sucked, a lust-filled yet surprisingly clear part of her mind realized something-she'd only ever do this to Akira. Looking up into his eyes while sucking his fingers, she felt that lightning-fast quickening of her heart and the unreal heating of her body. Her tongue was dragged across all of his fingers, then the rest of his hand. All the cum that she'd sprayed over his hand had been completely cleaned up by her tongue. Said hand gently grasped her cheek. "Akira," murmured the older woman before her mouth was taken by his.

He could taste the residual cum still in her mouth. Akira probed hers with his tongue, licking up the remains. Catching his drift, Sae scooped it up with her tongue then pressed it against his. A jolt of erotic excitement pulsed through him during that delicious transfer. Akira kept the kiss going as long as he could, the last bits of Sae's cum passing between the two of them until there was no more left. At that point, they just went straight to making out with each other. Just as he was ready to push her onto her backside, he felt a sudden push on his chest instead. The kiss was broken and he stared at the crimson, panting face of Sae Niijima.

"M-My turn," she whispered. "I-I-I mean i-it's my turn to…to-"

"Blow me?" Coyly finished the teenager. His response was a glare that would have been terrifying if it wasn't so cute. "I'm all for it, Sae."

"D-D-Do you have to say it like that?" She sheepishly whined.

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up in the first place." If she blushed any redder, he fully believed she could outdo Ann's catsuit. "Sae, if you don't want to do this, then that's-"

"I want to!" Came her sudden shout. Akira couldn't help but go slightly wide-eyed. There was a growing maniac look in her eyes. His instincts told him that there was a story there. As much as he wanted to hear it, he recognized that now may not have been the appropriate time. "I'm going to blow you, and after I'm done the only girl's lips you'll be fantasizing about will be mine. Got it?"

He couldn't help but laugh at the slight threatening tone her voice had taken on. It was just so sexy to him. "Pretty sure I'm already there, Sae. You're one hell of a kisser."

Her cheeks got redder, somehow. Going embarrassingly silent, she got up from the couch; her first action was moving the table in front of them. Realizing how she wanted to do it, Akira swung his legs over the side and leaned back, finding it to be more relaxing that way. Sae got down on her knees in-between his legs and began undoing his pants. Every second was marked by their frantically racing hearts. It obviously went without saying that this was a position neither of them ever expected to find themselves in. It was downright surreal, and even a tad scandalous, Ironically, that added to the thrill for both of them.

Once his belt and zipper were undone, Akira raised his legs and allowed his pants and briefs to be pulled out. The moment of truth immediately arrived, for him and Sae.

The latter's jaw visibly dropped as she got a look at his cock. Akira was rather proud of his physical body; he'd inherited his father's side of the family's penchant for unusual height. Hell, he'd even grown about an inch during his time in Tokyo. Going hand-in-hand with that was his cock, a proud seven and a half-inch mast of masculine steel that was waiting to be polished. At the moment, it was being gawked at by the adult woman who'd spent several hours interrogating him. She was now drooling.

Smirking, Akira reached out and took her right hand, gently guiding it to his tip. His member twitched in erotic delight while Sae let out a sudden gasp.

"You can touch it, you know." Gently guiding her stroking, Akira leaned down and whispered into her ear. "In fact, I'd like it if you did, Sae."

It took her a minute to respond. In that timeframe, her stroking intensified. "I know…and that's damn well what I'm going to do." Her voice was shivering with pure ecstasy.

"Aaaahhhh…" Moaned the black-haired teenager feeling the former prosecutor's purple-colored lips engulfing his tip. Akira felt like he could have came right there. For the first time in his life, he had a woman's lips on his cock. Waves of smoldering bliss hit him leaving him practically melting into the couch. "Sae…Jesus, your lips…are…"

"Did you ever…think about this? Me using these lips to blow you?" Came her still quivering voice. Again, he thought it was so sexy how she was trying to sound so serious while making love to him. He was willing to guess she was getting off on it too.

His member twitched in his fingers, now pumping his cock at a leisurely pace. Akira knew she could speed it up if she wanted to; a part of him was willing to beg for exactly that. He dug his fingers into the couch's cushy surface. "Y-Yes, I-I did." Came his red-faced confession.

"Really? Even when I was interrogating you? Were you refusing to take me seriously because I was a woman?" Despite the apparent anger in her voice, her stroking of his cock didn't slow down. Sae was into this and it was clear she wasn't going to stop.

Both his hands were at his side, tightening into fists as he struggled to hold on for dear life. Akira knew that he was standing over a tightrope, it was either go the rest of the way or fall down. Seconds turned into a minute during which he debated about his decision. Upon looking down at Sae, he'd clearly made one.

"Yes, a part of me was. A part of me thought of escaping and maybe, somehow, someway, having sex with you, being in a relationship with you. I wasn't thinking less of you, I ended up thinking a hell of a lot more of you as you were grilling me."

There was a brief pause in her handjob. "R-R-Really?" she gasped, not at all hiding her surprise. With a smirk, Akira nodded. "Y-You're…y-you were…you're…you're such a strange kid."

"Hehehe, yeah, I am, aren't I?"

Her painted lips curved into a smile as she resumed her stroking. Sae's hands drifted lower down his cock, almost reaching his base. "That's…not a bad thing though."

He'd known what she was planning, but knowing couldn't have prepared him for it. Not entirely. "Aaaahhhh~!" Akira Kurusu yelled as the first quarter of his cock was engulfed by the oldest Niijima's lips. Searing hot euphoria blasted through him from his waist on out. After squeezing shut his eyes flew open. He could have sworn he could see the stars in the night sky. "S-S-Sae! S-Sae!" He yelled as he felt her tongue dragging itself along his member. It'd already been twitching, but now Akira felt like he'd lost complete control of his penis; hell, he felt like he was losing control of his entire body. "Saeeeeee~ T-This feels…amazing…"

"Mmmmm~ Mmmmmhhh~" She'd only realized she wasn't making sense several minutes after she'd started sucking him. Sae was reluctant to part ways with the teenager's girth, even to let him know that the feeling was mutual. Ultimately, she decided that could wait until after she'd finished, after she'd made Akira Kurusu cum. Straight into her mouth. She internally chuckled at how the thought made her pussy tingle in excitement. Spurred on by that excitement, she began to more eagerly suck his member. Sae felt every twitch of it inside her mouth, every pulse that in turn fed the growing eroticism within her. "Mmmmmhh~" She knew to voice her pleasure at this as a way to egg him on.

In the next second, her top of her head had been grabbed and the cock she'd been sucking was being shoved in and out of her mouth. Glancing up, she saw Akira's face twisted in sensual concentration, his mouth alternating between panting and grunting. His hips were hard at work pushing his girth in and out of her mouth. If she'd been in control before then that was no longer the case. She was getting orally fucked by a teenager, a highschooler, one of her sister's closest friends in their very home.

Sae had never felt happier.

"Mmmmmm~!"

"Aaaahh…aaaahhh!" Videos and books had been his only source of guidance, filling his imagination with what could have been. Now, as Akira experienced his first blowjob, he found himself just barely holding onto those things. They couldn't do the real thing justice, not even close. Especially when the justice was being delivered by Sae Niijima. "F-Fuck," he gasped leaning his head back. His hips were still moving at a frantic speed. His orgasm was fast building within him, but Akira was able to stave it off. He wanted this euphoric moment to last as long as possible, not to mention he seriously wanted to engrain the moment into his mind.

Looking back down, he saw the face he'd spent hours talking to taking his cock like a pro. The sheer contrast between Sae as she was now and how she'd been in the interrogation was just so damn arousing. Every second he watched her his hips grew faster and faster. Akira could feel his member hitting the back of her throat; her muffled moans were encouraging him to keep on going. He knew that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to; there was no stopping until he came. Until he poured every drop of his semen down Sae's throat.

Meeting her eyes, he could see her longing for it, pleading for it actually. Her gagged moans grew louder, her tongue flickering across his member at an even faster pace. The feel of it felt so incredible against his cock while it was in motion. Before Akira knew it he was simply grunting, doing his best to hold out as the mass of pleasure within him continuously built up. Before long it was going to be too much for him to handle.

Ironically, what tipped him over was a gentle touch.

His eyes flying open, he looked down to see Sae had placed both her hands against his waist. She needed to in order to steady herself against his piston-like cock. His sudden gasp caught her attention as she looked straight up at him. Her brown eyes met his gray, and in that moment, the wall came down.

"AAAHH!" Yelled the leader of the Phantom Thieves as he gave one final thrust, it was simultaneous to his first orgasm. He felt his essence shooting straight from his tip into Sae's mouth. The prosecutor closed it tight around his erupting cock, the act forcing more of his juices down her throat.

Sae felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and her pussy expunge a small trickle of cum. Akira's cum was…it was…it was delicious. She honestly didn't know how it was possible, and frankly a part of her didn't really care. Every drink, every beer, sake, and even vodka, were all utterly displaced; standing atop her new favorite beverages was Akira Kurusu's cum. Luckily for her, he had quite a lot to give. She was only dimly aware of his continued hold of her head as he unleashed his load into her mouth. Sae welcomed every drop, keeping her mouth open as much as possible, swallowing as much as possible. As the seconds turned to minutes, she found that was impossible; she pulled away, gagging at the excess cum. Akira still had some cum to give as his final squirts hit her right in the face.

Once more, Sae felt a tingle between her legs feeling the teenager's semen landing on her face. She'd heard some women enjoyed getting such facials; she supposed she could be counted among them.

As Akira leaned back, panting, Sae swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth then got to scooping the rest inside. Within seconds she was finished, but there was a hunger within her that was still left unsatisfied.

A way to sate it was found as she laid eyes on her younger lover's cock. It'd lost some of its hardness, but it was still somewhat rigid. Did Akira have enough stamina left in him for more? Would he enjoy a titfuck?

What a stupid question, of course he would! Every guy loves a girl fucking their cock with her tits! Barked a voice within her. Was that her own or someone else's?

Shaking her head, Sae decided that the voice was right. She had…ample evidence of such. Panting, she reached behind her back and undid her bra, exposing her breasts. "Akira," she called grabbing his attention. He sat up, staring at her now revealed titties. Sae gently pushed them up while turning her gaze toward his member.

A heartbeat later and it rose on its own, as if empowered by some divine force. Sae felt another erotic jolt race through her body. It turned into a wide-ranging tingle as she enveloped his now erect penis with her breasts.

"Aaaahhh~"

"Ooooohhhh~!"

She licked his tip while massaging his cock. Her breasts weren't big enough to completely smother his tower, but they were enough to give him the pleasure he deserved. With the upper portion sticking out above her breasts, Sae seized on the opportunity. Truthfully, a part of her wanted to taste his cock again. The more she licked and sucked it, the more a picture was painted in the back of her mind. That same cock was plowing into her pussy, rearranging it so that it'd recognize no other.

Her pussy again tingled in delightful excitement. The image was soon to be made real.

For now though, it was her mouth and chest that was receiving the euphoric touch of Akira's girth. His hips had begun moving again, his tip occasionally hitting the rough of Sae's mouth. It was exactly how both of them had hoped it would be. In response, Sae pressed her breasts harder against his penis. Driven by old words and wounded pride, she let nothing stop her as she brought her former enemy to the brink of another hair-raising orgasm.

Akira clenched at the sofa, his ears ringing with the lewd slurping of Sae's tongue against his member. Control was barely held onto, then discarded after a single flick around his tip. "Saaaaee~!" His hips moved involuntarily, thrusting straight up while his cock erupted.

This time, Sae was a little prepared. Once she got her fill, she pulled away, allowing the rest of Akira's cum to rain down upon her face. She gave his member one last squeeze with her tits. After swallowing her first load of cum, Sae kept her mouth open for the rest that rained down on her face. As it did, she could feel herself experiencing a mini orgasm between her legs. She was dimly aware of how ruined her undies were; they'd been sacrificed for a good cause though.

She knew what great sex felt like, and now she had someone who could give it to her, and whom she could give it back.

In the minutes that followed, Akira was leaning back, panting again. Still, he watched the oldest Niijima sister licking up his cum off her face…and her tits. The sight brought a smile to his face and got him hard, a sight that didn't go unnoticed by his silver-haired lover. Sae caught his growing smile as well, and returned it. Knowing he was watching, she licked and suckled her now bare tits.

He saw how her eyes would occasionally drift back down to his member. It was hard and ready, still ready for another round. Or two…or even three. Akira was proud of his stamina, and a situation like this was where he could put it to serious use.

The seventeen-year-old watched Sae stand up. Her ascension was shaky and erotic, her naked upper body covered in residual splotches of his cum, including her face. She was panting hard as she stared at him, her cinnamon brown eyes filled with lust. Everything about her posture spoke of her intent, intent that slumbered within Akira as well.

"…In…me." Sae whispered in a broken-up voice. It was like she could scarcely believe what was happening to her. Both her hands reached down to the waistband of her undies, now utterly tarnished. Cum leaked from between her legs, collecting on the floor. "Put it in me, A-A-Akira." Each word was making her panting harder and harder. "I-I want this, I want you!"

He stood up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her. Sae's black, stained undies fell to the ground. Akira reached behind her legs and hiked them up, they wrapped around his waist; her naked waistline pressed up against his, their respective organs squishing against each other.

Just as he took one step, Sae shouted at him. "Just fuck me here, dammit! I don't care! You can take me against the fucking window, just do it!"

Woah, the Persona-user mentally sweat-dropped. Just how horny is she? How much has she been repressing herself. All things considered, a couch wasn't a bad place to have sex. A little crapped, yes, but doable. If Sae wanted it here, well, who was he to resist?

Not to mention Akira had a feeling he wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer either.

Sae Niijima laid against the right side of the couch, Akira above her with his cock angled toward her pussy. In a single thrust, he entered her, pushing on until he met some resistance. His eyes locked with Sae's. In the nanoseconds that followed, she nodded, giving him the go ahead.

"Argh!" She winced as her hymen was broken in one foul swoop. She was reminded of a knife thrust, bitter memories bubbling up within her.

"I'm sorry." And with the sound of Akira's quiet, gentle voice, the darkness was banished.

Despite the sexually charged atmosphere between them, his voice had been so soft and warm. His face matched his words. "I-I-It's okay." Sae declared. Her right hand was trailing up his face, her fingers entering his black curls. "T-T-This was bound to happen. It did, i-it's over with…so…let's move on." As she spoke, she was already pulling his lips down toward hers. When they met, she could feel Akira's acceptance of her words. Then his thrusting began.

It was more than a little surreal at first, the feeling of something so big and thick actively moving inside of her. Sae felt her head spinning, her only anchor was Akira's face. They weren't apart for long, taking only small gulps of air before reengaging one another's lips. Kissing him while he thrusted into her, it gradually turned into an amazing sensation the likes of which left Sae feeling like she was floating on air. Ironically, she felt like she couldn't get enough of it to breath as every second she was expunging it, hot gasps flying from her lips. It felt like Akira was forcing them out of her; in exchange, he was pumping pure bliss into her. She felt like it was a worthy tradeoff.

Akira had known he still had some energy to burn, potentially a lot. Now, as he thrusted his cock into Sae's pussy, he realized what that energy was going to be used for. "Sae…I…never would have thought you'd be this tight." He grunted. Not only was her pussy hot as an oven, it was squeezing him like a junkyard crusher. It made him even more excited, leading to his faster and harder thrusts into the older woman. Her purple nails dug into his backside, further pushing him on. Despite the grip on his waist, he was able to lean back, removing almost a quarter of his cock from her snatch. In the next breath he pushed it back in. Her resulting scream if ecstasy brought an ear-to-ear smile to his face. "Did you like that, Sae?"

He was certain that Sae Niijima had never been seen like this-sweaty, disheveled, red-faced, and her eyes near utterly glazed over. "Y-Y-Yes."

Sporting a grin, Akira slowed down his pace. "Louder." He simply commanded.

With his slowed pace, Sae responded with her own actions. Sucking in air, she eagerly rocked her body against his, tightening her hold on his backside as she did so. "Yes! I fucking loved that and I want you to do it again, Akira! Keep on doing it until we cum!"

Booming with proud laughter, the black-haired teen resumed his original pace, pounding the older woman. Her voice rose in an echoing scream that filled the entirety of the apartment. It was a good thing they were alone because there wasn't a room or a corner where Sae's voice didn't reach.

"Aaaaaahhh~! YES~! OH, YESSSSS~!"

Being literal atop of her, Akira could hear her loud and clear. Her nonstop screams fed the fire that was already blazing within him. This moment was a dream come true for him, and one that was getting better and better by the second.

"SAAAAE~! YOU'RE BETTER THAN I IMAGINED!"

"HARDER! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HARDER! DON'T STOP!"

She hadn't stopped her grinding when he'd picked back up. It led to a thorough, wild fucking atop the sofa in the Niijima's living room. For the first time in its history, it was witness to one of its occupants dancing the oldest and most primal dance, and she was undoubtedly enjoying it. She wanted more and her lover gave it to her, rearing his hips back then thrusting them down with such vigor it shook the couch. Each thrust had Sae seeing stars, her breath inhaling solar winds while simultaneously expelling them in endless screams.

Those screams echoed within Akira's head. The constant echo seemed to feed his thrusts as he grew faster and faster, penetrating deeper into the older woman's snatch. Akira would shameless admit he was utterly intoxicated with the moment, enjoying himself to the fullest extent imaginable. He'd done incredible things, wild things, and here at the end of his stay in Tokyo, he felt like he was being rewarded with the most sensual gift imaginable. Every time he pulled back the teenager looked into the lust-stricken face of the woman who'd spent hours interrogating him. Slowly but surely, he'd convinced her of his good intentions, while simultaneously winning her heart as well. Akira cemented his hold on her heart with every thrust he made. Her walls tightened even more on his cock, begging him for more as tension built up within them.

"Ahhh~! Aaahhhh~! That's it, Akira! K-Keep going~! Just like that~!"

Akira could feel a familiar tension building within him as well. He was always going to cum, the only question had been how long would he last until he did. There was no clock to tell how long they'd been at it; the only measure of time they had was the sweat that had accumulated on their bodies.

"OOOOHHH~!"

"AAAAHHHH!" I-I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum straight into Sae's cunt! Against all odds, the realization awakened the remains of caution within him. Suddenly, the euphoric bliss was pulled back allowing rationality to reassert itself. He was about to cum in Sae's pussy, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Not to mention she wasn't on birth control either. Akira's eyes widened as scenarios played out in his head; regardless of them, his body kept on moving. I-I can't stop! Even as reason frantically fought, the moment continued, the impeding orgasm drawing closer.

Akira knew there was no way he could stop; he was going to cum and so was Sae. They both wanted this.

But an orgasm could be achieved in numerous ways, and there was more than one position it could be achieved in. Not to mention another dream of his that could come true.

Just as he felt the tightness within him reaching its apex, Akira pulled out completely. The rush of air that assaulted his now exposed cock was almost enough to make him lose control, but he held on.

As for Sae, to say she was surprised would have been an understatement. "W-W-What the hell?!"

Her surprise was tripled as Akira turned her over. She laid on her stomach, her ass raised up and exposed. Without hesitation, the seventeen-year-old rammed his hips forward, his cock penetrating the older woman's asshole in one foul swoop.

"GGUUUUUUHHHHAAAHHH!"

"AAAARRRHHHHH!"

He'd reached the optimal depth just in time. His restraint gave out and his tip erupted in masculine juices, spraying the former prosecutor's asshole with his semen. Even though the intrusion was fresh, Sae's anal walls immediately clamped down on his member and expunged her own feminine nectar.

"PAAAHHHAAAAHHHH~!"

At her position, Sae could have broken her back, but oddly she didn't. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue hung out. She screamed and screamed as her rectum was filled to the brim with Akira Kurusu's semen. While her pussy screamed in outrage, it too came, meaning she was cumming from both ends. Her fingers bore down on the armrest so hard she could have sworn she actually punctured it.

"AAAAAAAHHH!"

Anal sex was…well, Akira had many dirty thoughts and dreams, which naturally included it. The somewhat dirty, perverse way of sex was something he always wanted to try out with a woman. Now this certainly wasn't how he pictured it, but he'd be damned if he was complaining. No matter what came at him in life, he would never regret this, and he would never forget how amazing Sae's asshole felt as he filled it up with his essence.

Minutes later and they were both laid out atop the couch. Akira laid atop of Sae, his member still impaled in her ass. She was drooling into the black sofa, panting hard with a dazed look in her eyes. It undoubtedly the lewdest expression she'd ever made, and the lewdest Akira had ever seen.

Pride and horror mixed within him as he realized what he'd done. Regardless, his cheeks stayed red as he lifted himself up and pulled out of the older woman. Before moving, he examined his cock, still hard and coated in his and her juices, the latter having came straight from her ass.

An ugly flower took root and blossomed within him as he remarked on how Sae might not have wanted that.

Swallowing the lump of vile, he took her up in his arms, ignoring the feel of her warm, naked body and the way his cock stuck up. It wasn't hard to find her room; he was glad the door had been left cracked up. Moving inside, he didn't dwell long on the shape of it or the things inside. His only focus was on the bed, which he laid Sae down upon. After moving her beneath the covers, he turned back and began to walked out the door back to the living room.

I…I can't believe I just did that. Oh man, that was…that was… It was undoubtedly the greatest experience of his life, but Akira knew he might have just fouled up his relationship with Sae. Anal sex was a tricky thing. From what he heard, most guys loved whereas with women, it was a hit and a miss. A proud and strong woman like-

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Freezing, he first listened to the heavy breathing coming from the woman behind him. She sounded out of breath, no doubt still recovering from her anal orgasm.

Feeling his continuously thumping heart, he turned around. It was hard to keep his jaw from jumping at the sight of Sae Niijima entirely naked…and with cum dripping from her fucked asshole. Cum was also dripping from her pussy, the silvery-gray above it neatly trimmed. The wobbling of her legs and the leaking of her juices, the red-faced, sultry look on her face…it was amongst the hottest things Akira had ever seen. The erotic image had his cock sticking out straight, something that Sae was well aware of.

"I-I…I was-"

"W-W-We're not finished yet!" She suddenly yelled. Her voice echoed throughout the room as they held each other's gazes. Realizing that he had the wrong impression, Sae walked forward. Or more like stumbled, she was very clearly off-balance. Akira surged forward, catching her before she could fall. Sae immediately latched onto him. "Don't leave, Akira." She whispered. "I-I don't want you to go yet. I-"

"Sae, I don't want to-"

"I'm on birth control, alright!" The sudden shout left him speechless, and it left Sae looking redder than ever. As his mouth hung up, she sighed, attempting to regain some composure. "In my line of work, going out for drinks with coworkers isn't uncommon. Something…happening isn't either, so you take precautions. Especially when you've made enemies on the other side of the law."

Akira shut his mouth, having disturbingly little trouble picturing all the things that could go wrong. His eyes closed as the face of his rival popped into his mind, the story of Akechi's birth and the unbearable pain it'd brought him and his mother.

Those thoughts were pushed away as Sae reached up and cradled his face. His gray eyes met Sae's dark brown, their heavy breathing mingling with each other. "I want you to take me, Akira. Just…do it with me. I know for sure that I want you to be my first…and my greatest." Her right hand reached down and grabbed a hold of his.

The second the kiss ended Akira knew what was about to happen next. He didn't complain as Sae dragged him to the bedroom and threw him down atop of it. Akira had a few seconds to bask in the majestic glow of Sae's naked body at the foot of the bed. In seconds that body was crawling towards him, eyes completely glazed over. He reached out and took her by the hips as she positioned herself above him. She came down hard on his cock.

"AAAHHH!"

At least this time she didn't have to worry about the pain of him entering her. All she did was bask in the fullness of his member; her heart shouted in joy at the reoccupation of her pussy. Its shouting continued as Sae immediately got to work in bouncing atop the teenager's member. Still holding onto her hips, Akira began thrusting his hips upward, gradually matching her rhythm.

"Haaaahhhhh~! Aaaaahhhhh~! Yessssss~!"

"Saaaaae! God, you're so…hot and tight!"

"I-I am! I am for you and only you!" She shouted. Like an axe, her head fell, her lips slamming into Akira's. Wild and brimming with explosive passion, both individuals were left panting and satisfied when it ended. "In me, this time." Sae near growled to the teenager's face. "Fucking in me…fuck me. Fuck me!"

Moving his hands from her hips to her ass, he aboded by her request.

"AAAHH~!"

"YOU WANTED IT IN YOU, RIGHT! WELL, SAE, HERE IT COMES!" Akira shouted. In a flash the sound of flesh slapping together as tripled. The twenty-five-year's boobs scrapped against his chest as her body shook. Her walls clenched at his member, begging for the same treatment it had gotten before, and what her ass had received. A wicked idea crossed his mind.

"GYYAAH!"

"YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BE FUCKED, RIGHT, SAE?" He shouted with a dark glint in his eyes. There was no rhythm between his cock and his fingers; regardless, Sae looked happy to be caught between the two chaotic thrusts.

"YES, NOW DON'T STOP! YOU'RE MY FIRST ONE! YOU'RE MY BEST!" Shouted the silver-haired beauty. Tears of joy sprung from her eyes as she was fucked by his cock and his fingers.

"I'M YOUR ONLY ONE, GOT IT!"

Her walls tightened around his cock but not his fingers, which he pulled out at the last second. Snarling, Akira delivered a single, mighty smack to the prosecutor's left side ass cheek. Arching her back, she screamed in ecstasy. The pressure surrounding his cock quadrupled.

"YES, YES YOU ARE~! YOU'RE MY ONE AND ONLY, AKIRA~! I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR GIRL~! YOUR WOMAN~! JUST DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING MEEEEE~!"

"SAAAAAAEEE!"

"AKIRAAAAAA~!"

This time, he didn't pull out of her. His semen shot straight up her cervix, blasting its way into her womb. Sae's eyes rolled back into her head again as she screamed his name, her own walls spraying his cum with her love nectar. At last, they were able to mix together, staining their connected their waists. Amidst their shared orgasm, the couple found themselves locking lips again. They made the kiss last for as long as they could, slapping at one another with their tongues. When it ended, they simply aid atop of one another, their sweaty bodies finally resting after the blissful union.

Outside the window, Tokyo's continuous nightlife ebbed on. Amidst listening to it, Akira felt a growing physical presence. Smiling, he ever so slightly tightened his hold on the woman above him.

"…It's not fair." Came Sae's whispering voice.

"A lot of things in life aren't, but hey, it could be worse." Chuckling, he gently caressed her hair. "We could never see each other after I go back to Meguro. It's not like it's going to be goodbye forever."

Sae knew he was right, but the heartfelt sadness still lingered within her. "I…after this, I don't think I can stand not seeing you for a while." She stayed mum on how part of it was she didn't know how she'd get through potentially months without what they just did. Sae had wanted her first time to be memorable, and by God almighty, had it been.

"You could…come down to Meguro to visit. I mean, I'm sure I'll be able to make some free time. As for you, I don't want to have to force you to." Akira retorted.

Giggling, Sae sat up, giving the teenager a view of her sweaty, naked body from the head on down. Her hand rose up and gently rested on his center chest. "Akira Kurusu, to spend more time with you, I'll do anything, even if it means I have to…go a little outside the bounds."

Feeling his cock twitch, the teen grinned. "Doesn't exactly sound very lawful, Ms. Niijima."

"No…but you've done your job in corrupting me, an enforcer of the law, Joker." She fired back in a sultry voice that sent shiver sup his spine. He was sending the same up hers as his hands massaged her sides. "I want all the time in the world with you, my dear criminal."

"And I you, my lovely prosecutor." He was moving toward her lips, connecting them to his within the next second. The kiss that went on marked the start of their next round, likely the final one.

In the back of their minds, they knew they'd have some…cleanup to do before Makoto came home. Then there'd be some planning on how they could maneuver around her until the time was right to tell her. That time was far off as for the moment, Akira and Sae wanted to enjoy this night between them. The first of what they'd promised would be many, many more between the two former enemies.

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Finally finished. After years, I've finally done an Akira/Sae lemon. As most of you no doubt know, there's going to be more between these two. And it's probably going to get kinky just as some of my lemons can get. Personally, I see Sae as another wellspring of kinky sex potential, which I dipped into during the writing of this one. Sae just strikes me as one of those sexually pent-up types, and of course a deviant like Akira would be the one to help her release it.

Leave your thoughts in the reviews, not to mention any suggestions you all might have for future stories and such! Until next time!