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Class 2-D had the brilliant idea to do a maid cafe for the school festival. How original. The guys for the most part are just going to be assembling and cooking the food. Mishima’s the host, seating people. And Ren… Well Ren is the diversity hire.
“Wait, why do you want me in the maid costume?” He asks. It’s a week before the festival, the Phantom Thieves are arranging for Akechi Goro to attend as a guest speaker, he isn’t sure he would want his rival to see him like that.
“We’re short one girl for the first day, you’ll look best in the costume and…” Mishima casually looks around and leans forward, “I’ve noticed you’re getting a lot of looks lately, your charm is through the roof. You’ll definitely make our class popular!” Ren groans.
Unfortunately he knows he’s right. They need one more maid for the first day, he has the ass to fill out the costume right… and he has noticed the looks. People are treating him less like a criminal and more like a resident bad boy to fantasize about. He’s not sure he prefers it at this point.
Hearing about his possible murder charges and drug dealings are one thing. It’s another to hear about how he’s sleeping with half of Tokyo. He’s never even been on a date before, yet most people are convinced he’s a player.
“Fine, but Ann-chan better be scheduled with me.” Mishima nods rapidly.
“Of course! Now we just need to find heels in your size…” Mishima says. Ren sighs.
“I know someone.”
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Crossroads’ dressing room is well lit, unlike the rest of the bar. Ren sees himself on full display in the frilly maid dress and black kitten heels. He knew if anyone would have heels in his size, it would be Lala-chan. She must pick up on something in his face.
“Ren, hon. You can say no, you know?” Lala-chan chastises lightly.
“I know. Is it weird that I kinda like it?” He asks. Lala smirks.
“You’re asking the wrong person if you want a socially acceptable answer, sweetie. But, there’s nothing wrong with it.” He looks back to the mirror.
His hands are delicately positioned near his hips, just barely brushing the fabric. He feels… good. In a way he’s not used to.
He feels good in his metaverse outfit. When he’s Joker. He’s strong, fearless, and courageous.
He feels good with an apron behind the counter of Leblanc. He’s capable, charismatic, and knowledgeable.
He even feels good behind his everyday glasses. He’s unassuming, intelligent, and ordinary.
But now, in this dress and heels… He’s delicate, and pretty. Things he never gets to be. Things he never knew he wanted to be. If only for a little while.
“For what it’s worth, you’re killing it, kid.” She says. She looks like a proud mother, something he always wished he’d seen more of pointed at him.
“You’re sure this is fine to borrow?” He asks, lightly clutching the ends of the bow in the back.
“Keep ‘em. Lord knows I don’t go for the innocent look anymore.” Lala says, she crosses over to him to adjust the bow. She makes it look fuller and prettier so easily. He feels like a child watching a magic trick.
“Thank you Lala-chan.” He bows to her, she tsks him.
“You look the part but now you need to act the part. Curtsy.” She demonstrates, “The proper way to curtsy is by putting the right leg back and bending the left leg. To do it the other way round is improper and rude.” She explains.
Ren follows her movements, it's a little clumsy at first, but he picks it up quickly. She has him do other mundane things in a more feminine way. He feels like he’s putting on another mask, but that’s not a bad thing.
He likes to switch masks, to allow himself to be someone entirely different for a day just because he can. For the festival, he’s not going to be Amamiya-kun, he’s going to be Ren-chan. Sunny, sparkling and sweet. A super, spectacular maid who loves to serve her master!
This ought to be fun.
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The day arrives faster than anticipated. He’s gone to see Lala every evening to practice. He’s also called upon Succubus to help guide him in a feminine, sexy fashion. She’s good for handing him advice every once in a while. Ren isn’t one to do things half-way.
The “cafe” in his classroom is decently put together. Desks have been replaced with tables. There are eight tables that seat 1-2 so each “maid” can have two tables to wait on at a time. Some will get pushed together for larger groups. The table cloths are a nice touch, he thinks.
Besides that, the decorations are cute, pastel bows and flowers adorn the walls, streamers drape from them to the center of the ceiling— masking some of the classroom vibes.
He’d been asked by Mishima to turn on all the fake candles in the votives, which he just finished. Now all he has to do is wait.
“REN! Oh my GOD! You look incredible!” Ann says when she sees him. He had to get ready separately from the other maids, but Ann and him are meeting up so she can put some makeup on him.
“You do too. But you’d be hard pressed to find something that would make you look bad.” He teases. She gives him a playful shove.
“You’re a terrible flirt, you know. Save it for someone you’re interested in.” She jabs back at him.
“But it’s so much fun to flirt with you. It’s good practice and there are no consequences.” She rolls her eyes and pushes him back towards the host stand (a rolling counter) in the “cafe”.
“Sit on the stand here, I think it will be a good angle to work with.” He does as asked, but wraps his legs around her.
“Ann-chan! What kind of girl do you take me for? Some harlot?” She laughs and grabs his face, and holds it close to hers.
“Let me get you ready and we will see what kind of girl you are.” She says. He’s so impressed by her confidence now. She could hardly speak her mind a few months ago unless the pressure was too much to bear. Now, here she is, keeping up with him and turning the tables too.
She gets to work quickly. There’s primer, another primer, concealer, foundation, blush, powder, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipgloss and setting spray. He doesn’t know how she did all that in under 30 minutes, especially with him flinching so much when she worked on his eyes. He eases himself off the counter and re-fluffs his skirt like Lala taught him. Ann holds out her phone so Ren can see himself in the camera and… Damn .
“Damn.” He repeats, outloud this time.
“That’s what I was thinking. You’re hot Ren. You should wear mascara more, and ditch the glasses every once in a while.” As he looks he feels a small pang of disappointment that he isn’t working this tomorrow too. If he knew how good he’d look, he would have actually wanted—
The other two girls filter into the classroom, Mori Kazuko and Fukuda Megumi. They often stay behind after classes end to chat about the latest gossip. He’s— not quite eavesdropped— overheard some of it and gained some insight from their conversations on occasion.
“Takakami-chan and — Oh my God? Amamiya-kun?” says Fukuda-chan. Her and Mori-chan both are picking their jaws up off the floor.
“That’s Ren-chan, Amamiya-kun is a fuddy-duddy, we don’t need him today!” He speaks, his voice just a little higher than normal, and melodic— just like Lala taught him.
“Oh, of course, Ren-chan!” She happily corrects. “Then call me Megumi-chan!”
“And you can call me Kazuko-chan too.” the other girl says. Kazuko looks a little more embarrassed by this. She might be one of the people that’s started to see Ren in a different light as of late. Perhaps it’s time to test my flirting as Ren-chan.
“Oh, Kazuko-chan,” He steps closer, into her personal space, she doesn’t back away immediately… a good sign. “You look so pretty as a maid.” He gets closer, licks his thumb and brushes a fly away back into her well styled hair.
“I could just eat you right up.” He half whispers. He winks and steps back. Ann elbows him hard in the ribs, the pain is worth it for the furious blush on Kazuko-chan. It’s harmless, she’d never actually want to date him, he’s got too bad of a reputation. She’s not his type anyway, and Ann knows that.
“You both can call me Ann-chan as well! This should be a lot of fun.” The four of them get on like wildfire while they practice silly maid-like phrases and greetings. Things like “Anything else for you, Master?” and “If that pleases you, Master!” The three girls all praise him for how he’s manipulating his voice.
“Gotta commit to the bit!” He says, oh so sweetly. “I’ve been practicing, you know.” They talk a little more before Mishima comes in.
“Hey, you ladies look great. And— Amamiya?” He’s clearly floored. Probably questioning his sexuality rapidly.
“That’s Ren-chan, Mishima.” Megumi corrects for him. She’s sassy, he likes that. They’ll probably never speak again after today, but it’s nice to see nonetheless.
“Right.” Mishima says cautiously. He stands a little firmer to rally the troops. “We’re about to get started so grab your order books and let’s get to it!” Him and the other maids give a little cheer, it’s going to be a very fun day.
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“Order up, Ren-chan!” Murata-kun snickers from the “kitchen” area. Ren takes the tray and sticks his tongue out at him.
“You’re just jealous because Ren-chan looks better than you as a guy and as a girl!” Sano-kun laughs. Ren blows him a kiss and leaves the small kitchen area to serve his guests their desserts. Ann is serving a 5-top—the other thieves. He’s been checking on them too.
Ren is secretly— well maybe not so secretly— living for all the compliments he’s getting. He adores being called cute and pretty. He should crossdress when he works at Crossroads, Lala would love that.
Ren goes back to check on his table.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves today Masters! And I hope I’ve been a good maid for you!” He curtsies like he was shown, and the couple he served give him a shower of compliments. “So charming”, “Very sweet” etc.
He blows them kisses on their way out and cleans the table quickly. They’ve slowed down enough that he prays he won’t get another table. He rushes over to Ann and the thieves.
“Looks like you have two maids to wait on you now Master’s! Am I cute enough to serve you?” Haru giggles, Ryuji groans.
“Still a picture of perfection. You’ll still let me paint you after this, correct?” Yusuke asks. Ren nods to confirm.
They chat for a while, mostly about their nerves
due to Akechi-kun guest speaking tomorrow. There’s an event somewhere else in the festival so it will be dead here for a while. Likely until his “shift” is over.
He hears footsteps approaching, he hates that he’s so on guard that he picks up on it. It’s useful for the metaverse, but annoying in everyday situations. He turns to the sound just in time to see Akechi himself approaching the table.
“Looks like almost everyone is here.” He says, “Mind if I sit with you, I thought I might gain some insight before my guest appearance tomorrow.” His smile is plastic, but terribly pretty. Ren realizes he has some power in this situation. He grabs a chair and pulls it to the table.
“Welcome home, Master!” He greets, a cheery smile and curtsy follow suit. Akechi smiles politely, he doesn’t seem to recognize him yet. Probably just thinks he’s a tall, flat chested girl. Akechi sits down, much to the silent chagrin of some of his friends. He hands him a glass of water since he’s joined the table. Akechi gives his thanks.
“I’m Ren-chan, and I am at your service!” His smile is a little more crooked, letting a little of the Amamiya that Akechi knows out. Akechi chokes down his water subtly. All the pieces clicking into place it seems.
“Ren-chan, hmm? You… never cease to surprise me.” He says. “The host did say they had the prettiest maids around, and so far he doesn’t seem to be incorrect.” Ren hides behind a dainty giggle, but he feels heat creeping up his neck.
“Well you are the most handsome Master I’ve ever had. So I’ll be sure to serve you extra well!” A compliment for a compliment. It’s true anyway. He knows he’s attracted to Akechi. A little crush, even. Akechi probably knows and that’s why he is taunting him like this.
“What did you want to ask, Master?” Ren insists. Akechi looks more bemused now.
“Merely if you believe that the Phantom Thieves attend your school. I’m curious to know your opinions.” He tells them, but mostly Ren.
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t say this, but that Mishima kid at the host stand runs the Phantom Aficionado website. Pretty sketchy if you ask me.” Ryuji says. Ren has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Akechi is doing an admirable job of not losing his cool as well. He even turns to look at Mishima, who is trying to do a pen trick and failing miserably.
“Hm. I’ll have to look into that one, thank you Sakamoto-kun.” Akechi says, full of ice. Ren has to pinch himself to keep from laughing. Then— Akechi bursts out laughing, like a real genuine laugh. When he finishes he has to wipe his eyes.
“I… don’t even know what to say. Sorry, this isn’t very Princely of me.”
“You have a beautiful laugh.” Ren can’t help but say. And there it is. Akechi’s blush. It suits him somehow. A dusting of pink on his flawless complexion.
“Um, thank you.” He says. “Did anyone else have anything to say on the matter?” No one speaks up, Akechi seems ready to leave, but Succubus has other ideas.
“Master! Can I get you anything? I’ll give you the special dessert, free of charge!” Akechi lifts an eyebrow. He smiles politely, princely. Everyone else is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. Maybe he has.
“How could I refuse such an offer? What is it, if you don’t mind my asking?” Succubus is driving his actions as Ren pulls his chair out and sits sideways on Akechi’s lap.
“It’s a sweet kiss on the cheek, Master!” He says, a quick glance at his friends shows various expressions from shock, to embarrassment. He just hopes Succubus isn’t steering him wrong.
“O-oh? Please um, proceed then.” His blush is more pronounced now. Ren leans over him and kisses his cheek near his lips. He leans a little further to whisper to him. He drops his voice to something a little more sultry.
“Meet me in the PE faculty office in 15 minutes for an extra special dessert, ask Mishima for directions.” He leans away and gives a big, adorable smile.
“I hope you enjoyed your dessert, Master!” Back to
his saccharine, cutesy voice. He exits Akechi’s lap and he accidentally drops his pen.
“Whoops!” He leans all the way over to pick it up, wiggling a little so the skirt sways with him. He stands up again quickly, and turns back to Akechi, who looks somewhere between guilty and confused. He must have seen—
“Well, I really must be going now.” Akechi stands up and brushes himself off. “Thank you all for your time.” He grabs his briefcase and walks to the host stand and has a word with Mishima. He hopes it's for directions.
“Ren what the hell was that?” Ryuji demands.
“I kind of let Ren-chan take over.” He admits, not the whole truth but it would be awkward to say his persona told him how best to seduce their enemy.
“I was distracting him. He’s onto us and not being subtle about it.” The group discusses what to do. Ren leaves out the part where he intends to suck Akechi’s dick in approximately 12 minutes. Tensions are too high to even try to make a joke about it.
Soon enough they say their goodbyes and give him some more compliments. It doesn’t take long to clear the table with Ann’s help. He heads over to Mishima to tell him he’s ‘clocking out’ and to grab his bag from under the “host stand”.
“You did amazing, Ren-chan! Your last customer tipped you well too. He must really like you!” Mishima hands over his last tip. It’s— 10,000 yen?! He looks up at Mishima who shrugs playfully. He hands Mishma a 2,000 yen note.
“For you, thanks for everything Mishima. Ciao~” Ren blows Mishima a kiss, even though it pains him to do so. He, oh so casually, heads off to the PE faculty office.
He knocks when he gets there, Akechi answers and pulls him in by the wrist.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to look too suspicious.” Ren nods, he sets his school bag onto the nearest desk. Akechi’s taken off his blazer and draped it over a chair, the sleeves of his button up are rolled to his elbows, and damn it’s a good look on him.
“What kind of extra special dessert are you interested in, Master?” Akechi laughs a little.
“You can drop the act now Amamiya-kun, please?” Akechi requests. Ren clears his throat a little.
“Sure, if you want.” His voice has mostly returned to normal. It’s a little scratchy sounding from using another voice most of the day.
“Much better. Now, tell me, how many people got the special dessert from you today?” Akechi asks. He can more clearly hear the malice in his voice. It’s unsurprisingly very attractive on him.
“Oh, about a half dozen or so. It’s a little pricey after all, thanks for the tip by the way.” Ren winks. Akechi rolls his eyes and steps closer.
“Can’t even remember how many people you’ve kissed today? Are you always so shameless?” Huh. Akechi isn’t usually this outwardly mean to him. Where are the thinly veiled insults, and hidden innuendos? This is out in the open.
“Are you jealous, Akechi?” He’s met with another blush creeping over Akechi’s cheeks. Bingo .
“Over just a kiss on the cheek? You would have hated to see how they were treating me in the kitchen then.” He gives a low whistle as he seats himself on Kamoshida’s old desk. Akechi is seconds away from a full blown growl.
“Well, let’s just say, boys will be boys.” Akechi moves closer, getting into Ren’s space. He’s about to ask something, so Ren cuts him off.
“I can tell you, I’ve only kissed people on the cheeks today.” Ren reaches out and traces a line gently up Akechi’s arm. “What sort of girl do you take me for, Detective?”
“A cunning one, as intelligent as you are strikingly beautiful. But you’re always like that, aren’t you, Amamiya-kun?” Akechi says, a hint of determination in him. Ren swallows down his embarrassment.
“I bet you flirt like this with all your fans.” Akechi puts his hands on Ren’s knees, just slightly under his skirt.
“No, but you’re not a fan either.” He spreads Ren’s knees apart and slots himself between his legs. His skirt poufs up, and Ren feels cool air and sleek dress pants just above his stockings.
“May I ask what this whole maid thing is?” He squeezes Ren slightly after he speaks, he fights back the whimper in his throat. Succubus makes a very forward suggestion, he’d be foolish to not listen to her.
“Possibly a new hobby. Would you like to see me all dolled up again, Akechi-kun?”
“Hm. I honestly never would have thought I’d be receptive to this sort of ‘hobby’, but you pull it off so well.” His eyes have a mischievous glint to them, “And you’re clearly committed to the role, aren’t you?”
“Why do you say that?” He asks. Akechi leans in close.
“I’m not sure many men would wear such pretty panties with their maid costumes.” So he did see. Perfect , purrs Succubus.
“Oh? You noticed? Is that why you’re so worked up, Akechi? Wondering if anyone else saw?” He sees the shift from flirtatious to murderous back to flirty go by in a second.
“ Did anyone else see?” Ren shakes his head.
“For your eyes only, Mr. Detective. Are you seeing where the clues are leading you?” Ren asks, he’s trying his best to sound alluring while his heart thrums in his ears.
“It might require further investigation, and as my only suspect right now, I will need to examine you thoroughly.” There’s a wild look in Akechi’s eyes, if Ren has truly missed the mark on this next move he might die, but nothing ventured…
“I’m submitting myself for evidence then, Detective. I’m at your mercy.” Akechi’s breath catches, but then he pushes his hands further up Ren’s thighs and closes the short distance between their lips.
The kiss is everything he’d hoped kissing Akechi would be. Aggressive, but mostly passionate. He’s never felt this way from a kiss before. Like every part of him is pleasantly buzzing. His heart crashes against his chest, like it wants to personally give itself to Akechi.
They pull apart for air and before Akechi can say something flirty and clever again, Ren grabs his hair and pulls him into a bruising kiss. Akechi’s gasp is the perfect opportunity for Ren to lick into his mouth and taste him. He needs to come up for breath too soon, he can’t get enough of Akechi.
“Amamiya—“
“Ren. Just Ren.” He corrects rapidly.
“Ren. How far do you want to take this?” Akechi asks him breathlessly.
“As far as you want Akechi-kun. But honestly, I’d like you to bend me over this desk and have your way with me… if you’re willing, that is.” Succubus smirks in his mind, proud of his tenacity. Akechi nods once and kisses Ren again.
Teeth clack and he slides his tongue past Ren’s. Akechi licks the roof of his mouth and his whole body shivers. Every reconnection of their lips feels magnetic, like they can’t stay apart long. He’s teeming with this incredible energy, unlike anything he’s experienced before. Not even his metaverse powers compare to this.
He moves his hands down Akechi’s back, wanting to feel every part of him. It earns him a muffled noise from Akechi. Akechi breaks from his lips to start trailing kisses down Ren’s jaw and neck. He rolls his head back to give Akechi better access.
“Fuck, feels good.” He says, words feel like they’re just tumbling out of him. A gasp escapes him when Akechi sucks a mark into the base of his neck.
“I want you to show that off, let people know you’re claimed .” Akechi sucks again on his neck, a little higher than the last. And God it feels so good. “Isn’t that right?” He asks, a smile against Ren’s throat.
“Y-yes, Akechi, yours— I’m yours.” He’d say anything to have Akechi keep touching him like this. Akechi squeezes Ren’s upper thighs, he squeaks at the touch.
“Hm. What other sounds can I draw from you?” The words vibrate through him. Akechi lightly traces his teeth along Ren’s neck and bites him over the marks he’s left already. Ren groans at the slight pain, and unconsciously grinds his hips up into Akechi’s.
“So needy,” Akechi tuts at him. “I like this side of you.” He steps back a moment and removes his gloves, in a slow, teasing way that’s driving Ren even more insane. De-gloved, he returns his hands to Ren's thighs. The skin to skin contact feels electric. Akechi pushes his hands up from Ren’s thighs, reaching under his dress to feel his chest. Fingertips send fire through him, every touch sears in the most beautiful way.
Hands pull away, and Akechi drops to his knees. Akechi pulls Ren forward by the hips, making him even closer to the edge of the desk.
“I have Relax Gel in my bag, for uh— working out… It should work fine for this.” He feels a little awkward but it’s overshadowed by how goddamn horny he is.
“Good to know, but we don’t need it yet.” Akechi flips up Ren’s skirt to reveal Ren’s aching cock straining against red satin panties. He kisses and sucks at his dick through the silky fabric.
“You’re incredible like this.” His breath is hot and heavy over the damp satin.
“Akechi, please . Stop teasing me, you’re killing me.” He wiggles his hips a little closer to drive the point home.
“What a way to die, hm? I’ll indulge you, however.”
Akechi pushes down the panties just enough to pull out Ren’s cock over the top.
“Is it odd to want to say it’s pretty? Because it is very, very , pretty.” Akechi says before his licks a long line up the length. Ren barely stifles his moan. He almost hopes someone catches them. It’s not like his reputation could get worse. If Akechi were caught… maybe he should keep it down.
Akechi takes him in shallowly at first, lolling his tongue over the lip and wetting him wet with saliva. He sinks lower before starting to bob his head and suck on his dick and oh my God is all Ren can think. The tight, wet heat is incredible. Akechi seems to know what he is doing, not that Ren minds, he doesn’t mind at all in this moment.
He keeps a good pace, using his hand in time on base where his mouth isn’t reaching. Ren’s a mess of moaning and cursing. This is his first blow job and he’s pretty sure no one but Akechi could ever top this one and it’s not even over.
Akechi travels down further, he can feel Akechi’s throat open up for him. He keeps going until his nose presses into Ren’s toned stomach. When Akechi swallows around him he can’t think, just feel the pulsing walls of Akechi’s throat squeezing around him. The ever growing heat in him is building fast, too fast. He wants this to last forever.
“I’m gonna — oh my God, Akechi—” He’s so so close. Akechi swallows him again and it’s over, he has to cover his mouth to muffle screaming out Akechi's name. It’s white-hot and sharp. He feels every nerve in him lighting up and turning off in a second. Akechi slowly pulls himself off Ren, sucking and licking gently to help him ride out his bliss.
“Your first I take it? You’re so responsive, it’s thrilling to hear it.” Akechi says, a little raspy from having a dick down his throat a moment ago he assumes.
“I— yeah. First one. You’re incredible. Will you teach me to be that good sometime? Because holy, fuck. ” Akechi laughs again, a real beautiful laugh.
“It sounds like I’ll be getting a blow job out of the deal, so yes, we can work that out another time. For now, I think I need to prep you to bend you over a desk, no?” Ren chokes on nothing, he’s desperate for it.
“Yes, please, Akechi.” He says on a breath. Akechi goes to his bag and finds the relax gel. He repositions himself between Ren’s legs, and leans down to kiss him. It’s not rough like before, but it still makes his stomach spark and his head spin. During the kiss Akechi pulls his panties the rest of the way off, leaving his heels and stockings on.
He bites Akechi’s lip, the groan he receives in response makes his re-hardening dick stir. Akechi moves from his lips back to his neck as he uncaps the gel and spreads it over his fingers. He circles the rim, coating him in the gel. He’s drawing out little whimpers from Ren, sounds he didn’t know he’d make.
“So subdued for me, Ren. I like your usual tenacity, but seeing you cock-hungry and obedient is a delicious alternative.” He whimpers a little louder at that. He’s even good at dirty talk, what the fuck is this guy not good at? He doesn’t have time to dwell on it when he feels Akechi’s finger start going into his ass.
“Fuck,” he swears lowly. Akechi hums against his neck in response. It doesn’t feel good, but it’s also not particularly bad. He feels the pinch of his rim stretching, and the pressure of Akechi finger inside him. He wiggles it in going up to the second knuckle.
The second finger hurts a bit more, but he breathes through it. Akechi slowly pumps them in and out of him. It’s about the same as what he’s tried at home. It starts to feel nice then he has to jack off to finish. Akechi curls his finger up and—
“Oh my God. ” Ren wheezes. “Holy fuck, what?” He can barely think, it still hurts but that felt amazing.
“Your prostate? Have you never touched yourself here?” He strokes it again, it’s so intense of a feeling.
“I mean, I knew it was there, just not how to find it.” Akechi smirks, that fucker.
“Seems you’re letting me take a lot of your ‘firsts’. I’ll be sure to make it worth your while.” Akechi kisses his neck again, going lower on his neckline and leaving another bruise in his wake. All while massaging his prostate and stretching him out.
“Are you ready, Ren?” Akechi whispers in his ear. It sends a shiver through him. He nods and Akechi removes his fingers, Ren whines pitifully.
Ren hops down from the desk while Akechi undoes his belt and pants. He quickly pulls out his erection and it’s fucking huge. Well, bigger than his, and he’s above average, thank you very much.
“I know we’re not doing lessons right now, but I’ve never wanted to put something in my mouth as bad as I want your cock in there right now.” Ren says, Succubus applauds his conviction. Akechi looks smugly pleased.
“How could I deny such a sweet little maid? Just don’t get carried away, we have plans.” Akechi tells him. He nods and drops to his knees, skirt fluffing up. Pushing away his hesitancy is easy when you see such a gorgeous cock in front of you.
His hand is on it before he can think to do it. He licks the precum from the reddened tip, it’s salty and bitter but not the worst thing he’s tasted. The skin tastes clean when he laves his tongue around the head. He fulfills his desire quickly, drawing Akechi into his mouth. Akechi gasps at this, and it goes straight to Ren’s dick. He bobs his head like Akechi had, slightly sucking in, creating more friction.
“Mm, your beautiful mouth is good for more than debate, that much is clear. Let’s see you using it to moan my name now, shall we?” Akechi pulls him off his dick gently by the hair. It feels good, like really good.
“I like that. Can you pull it harder?” He asks, trying to look doe-eyed while kneeling, looking up at Akechi. His ask is answered, Akechi pulls a little harder and it’s good . The sensation gives him a tingly feeling mixed with a little pain. He likes the pain. It’s weird but he’s definitely getting off from this.
“Hah— Yeah, like that.” Ren says, Akechi pulls a little harder and Ren makes another breathy little noise.
“Stand up, do you have a condom?” Akechi asks him.
“Shit, no. But there might be some in this desk.” He opens a few drawers, and finds a pack. It’s great, if he doesn’t think too hard about the implications. Akechi doesn’t ask, he probably doesn’t want to dwell on it either.
Akechi brings the wrapper to his lips and tears it open with his teeth, Ren’s whole body heats up at the sight. He gestures with the condom to his erection, a silent question. Ren responds with action, taking the condom and slowly rolling it up on Akechi’s thick cock. It only covers about three quarters of it, but that’s probably fine.
“Will you twirl for me, Ren-chan?” Akechi asks him, he’d do basically anything Akechi asks right now. He twirls, the skirt poufs up and out, flowing just a moment behind him. Akechi gives a little applause and Ren curtsies back.
“You’re delightfully cute. I can’t wait to ruin you.” He says with a sinister smile. Ren can’t wait either. He’s aching with need. His own erection is obvious even through the poofy skirt.
“So, how about it? Gonna bend me over, Master?” Akechi’s eyes seem to grow darker at this, his hand grips Ren’s wrist. He can probably feel how fast Ren’s pulse is racing, but he can’t find himself to care while Akechi is spinning him around and pinning him to the desk.
“Gladly.” Akechi lifts Ren’s skirt, exposing his ass, it’s only a second more before Ren feels the blunt head of Akechi’s cock nudging his rim. He’s moving it in slow circles, the waiting is agony.
“Please Akechi,” Ren begs. “Please fuck me.”
“Only because you said please.” With that Akechi lines up and pushes in. The stretch is overwhelming. Akechi’s fingers were nowhere near enough to prepare him for this cock. It hurts, but he’s not going to back down now of all times.
Akechi pushes in slowly, not allowing time to adjust but also not ramming into him without warning. It’s not until his hips meet Ren’s ass that he stops.
“Take a few breaths now, I won’t be going easy on you after this.” Akechi tells him. “But I won’t start until you say you’re ready.” That’s a comfort at least. Ren wiggles his hips under Akechi’s grip. This makes the other grab on tighter, which, of course, is hot as hell.
“Can you do like, a couple slow movements for me?” Ren asks. Akechi drags his hips back, and slowly pushes back in. He does this three times before Ren starts to feel less pain. He’s moaning by the fourth one.
“Okay, awesome.” He breathes, “I think I’m good. You’re free to fuck me as you like, Master.” He wiggles his hips again when he says Master. He looks back to see Akechi’s devilish smile.
“You’re very good at drawing out a reaction, Ren. Let’s see how good I am at it.” Akechi draws all the way out and slams all the way back in. Ren lets out a strangled yelp.
“Not bad. I want to hear more though.” The pace is fast, and Akechi’s fingers are digging into his hips but God he’s starting to really like this. It hurts, but the pain is enticing. Ren can’t help the panting moans coming from his mouth.
Ren vaguely hears a door, but it’s distant, someone entering the room next door maybe. Nevertheless it gives him a pang of panic, but it’s washed away just as quickly. It’s hard to focus when Akechi’s hot cock is trying to split him open.
“God, you’re so tight. So good for me Ren-chan.” Akechi grabs a fistful of Ren’s hair and pulls on it, hard. Ren lets out a swear as his head is pulled backwards. He can just see Akechi’s face. He’s smiling, but in a kind of crazed way. Still hot , he thinks.
Akechi drops his head and shifts his hips, leaving Ren gasping for breath.
“ There , fuck!” He manages. Akechi’s sliding against his prostate with every thrust, Ren grips harder onto the desk and pushes his ass back into Akechi. Akechi groans, and Ren doubles his efforts. He starts meeting his thrusts, even as his whole body feels ready to give out on him.
“Ren, you’re a natural.” Akechi tells him. “So perfect at even this.” God he was thinking the same about Akechi. His phone buzzes, fuck off , is all he can think at this second.
“You’re— ah— incredible— fuck! I’m close again—” Speaking is so difficult, but it was worth it for Akechi to lean down over him. He’s thrusting deeper, hitting his prostate and kissing his neck.
“Come for me Ren, and just this once, I’ll let you call me Goro.” Akechi tells him, not bothering to whisper at all. A few more thrusts and Ren’s gone.
“G-goro!” He yells out. He feels himself go rigid, but it’s so far away. Wave after wave of burning pleasure surges through him. Akechi is still thrusting into him at a brutal pace, it’s only extending Ren’s orgasm.
“Ren, fuck—,” Akechi’s hips stutter and his fingers press bruises into Ren’s hips. Akechi rides out his orgasm with twitchy small thrusts deep inside Ren. He’s really enjoying the feeling of being filled, so he’s grappling with an annoying disappointment when Akechi pulls out of him.
Ren happily notes he managed to keep his cum off of his skirt, it’s just on the ground under the desk. Akechi ties up the condom and throws it in the trash, Ren cleans up his mess off the floor with some tissues and covers the condom up.
“Ren, you never cease to surprise me.” Akechi tells him, he grabs Ren around the waist and pulls him in close, “Tell me, is this a one time sort of situation? Or were you looking for something more substantial?” He asks. His eyes are searching Ren’s, trying to find the answer before Ren can speak it.
“And here I thought I’d be asking you that. I definitely don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Ren kisses Akechi, a slow, sweet thing.
“Mm. Is that right? You’d get so close to a Detective when you’re a Phantom Thief?” Ren goes rigid in Akechi’s arms. Akechi merely laughs, a more cruel laugh than usual.
“Yes, I know. And yes, I have proof. I was planning to tell you tomorrow after the interview…” Akechi plants a kiss to Ren’s temple, it does little to melt his scared-stiffness.
“I’m not turning you in, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I simply have a request for the Phantom Thieves.” Ren lets out a breath he’d been unconsciously holding.
“What is it? Do you need someone to have a change of heart?” Ren asks rapidly, it spills from his tongue.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Do try to act surprised when I ask, I’d like this to stay between us for now.” Akechi kisses him again then steps back.
“Your makeup is smudged, can I help you fix it?”
“God, yes please, I told Yusuke he could paint me later today and I don’t think post-sex make up was what he had in mind.” Akechi smiles, he goes to his briefcase and inside is a small makeup bag.
“Whoever did your make up before is remarkable, you only need a little touching up after all that.” He tells him as he applies a bit of concealer under his eyes. His touch is slightly cool from the product, it’s nice.
“Ann did it, she’s very good at things like that. I think you two would get along.” Ren tells Akechi. Akechi looks a little skeptical, but smiles anyway.
“You’re all fixed up. How about I take you on a date, say, 7 on Saturday?” He asks as he closes his briefcase back up.
“I’ll be there, just send me the details.” Akechi kisses his cheek.
“I’ll leave first, leave a few minutes after me, will you?” Ren nods and starts to put his discarded panties back on. Akechi leaves and Ren finally decides to check his phone.
Mishima: Ren. Akechi asked about the PE faculty office. I think he’s trying to investigate the Phantom Thieves! I’m going to go catch him in the act!
Mishima: … You’re sleeping with AKECHI? The detective who is trying to find information on the Phantom Thieves????? You’re so clever! What a brilliant distraction! I hope I didn’t bother you two when I popped my head in, totally didn’t expect to see you doing a honeypot mission!!! Keep up the good work!
Ren: Hey, sorry. Keep this between us. I’m doing this as a solo mission, I didn’t want to worry anyone. You keep up the good work too Mishima.
Mishima: No problem!! And thanks!!!
Ren feels like he’s dying a little on the inside. Mishima saw him getting railed, he assumed it was some convoluted mission so there’s that at least.
… He doesn’t think Akechi needs to know about this. Not yet anyway.