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Since the first killing game had ended, they had been together. But it had taken a very long time afterward for them to actually explore *being* together, physically.
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To say that Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri had an active private life was to be pretty conservative with the term 'active'.
After the horrors they'd lived through in the final killing game at Future Foundation headquarters, their emotional reunion had *finally* resulted in their mutual confessions of love for one another. It had been quite the long time coming; profound feelings aged all the way back to their early days at Hope's Peak Academy, and possibly longer, if they were counting the two years that had been wiped from their memories.
After that confession and passionate first kiss at the docks came the recovery process, as they healed from yet another potent bout of trauma. After a period of rest, both Makoto and Kyoko had temporarily gone back to work at the Future Foundation as it was rebuilt and re-branded, but not for long.
Makoto had begun to fast track himself to the position of Hope's Peak's new Headmaster. And before he knew it, the job was his.
It was his new dream; to work through the school to rescue lost souls as the world healed from deep despair. He wanted to do his part in helping Japan's next generation recover their hopes and dreams, too.
The greatest comfort to him was that Kyoko and his friends had all devoted themselves to going with him - each one of them eager to fill their role as either staff or investor in the restoration project (the latter of which was Byakuya, thanks his steadily growing new empire).
The six survivors were bonded closer than ever now...and two of them even closer than that.
In that precarious time between major life changes, Makoto and Kyoko had begun dating. Officially. Quietly to any inquiring outsiders, but officially to themselves, and to their closest comrades.
Gone were the days of quietly harbored crushes in the midst of a high school warzone, or clandestine meetings behind the backs of superiors who could fire them. Back when circumstances always seemed to keep them at least an inch apart, when they couldn't commit to a romantic relationship for fear of a future unknown.
But none of that mattered anymore, with Kyoko's second chance at life and Makoto's plan to make her his wife someday soon.
But for now, Makoto and the woman he loved beyond words were happy just to be together in brand new ways, finding time even during their busiest of days to...well, *be together*. So to speak.
These days, those times were usually after hours. At home if they could leave work early enough. Or at the very least behind a door with a working lock otherwise.
Long, stressful days at the school served to be both the bane of their existence, and a blessing in disguise. Because after the strain of balancing numerous responsibilities and handling large amounts of stress, Kyoko and Makoto could both look forward to falling into each other to rest at the end of the day. Or take their frustration out on one another.
Today just happened to be *that* kind of day.
Headmaster Makoto Naegi's office was a sizeable room with an extension to accommodate his second in command; none other than Detective Kyoko Kirigiri. The space was professional but comfortable, and thanks to Makoto's special touch, far friendlier than it used to be. The office's greatest assets were its soundproofed walls and heavy, locking door, in his and his girlfriend's opinion. Especially during their late-night escapades after paperwork and other responsibilities had been finished off.
Makoto found himself tonight with his shirt untucked, hair properly ruffled, and hands grasping at the woman who was perched on his desk as she kissed him wildly, like a siren untamed.
He struggled to maintain at least some of his composure, ready to fight her for dominance to make things even more interesting.
"You've been looking forward to this just as much as I have, isn't that right Headmistress Kirigiri?" He practically purred, his own dialogue stunning him just as much as it did his beloved.
Kyoko blushed a deep scarlett, letting out a small giggle despite herself.
"Yes, Headmaster..." she answered him breathlessly, and it made his knees so weak he almost fell to them.
Groaning, Makoto sealed their lips once more, passion setting them both ablaze as greedy hands explored further.
His fingers traced down the enticing curvature of her body next. Down the sides of her breasts, her waist, her thighs. Meanwhile her hands (one now ungloved) made quick work of charting territory. *Her* territory, caressing over his clothes before tugging his suit jacket down his arms by the shoulders, fixing onto his dress shirt collar next.
She clucked her tongue as she took hold of his tie, using it to yank him down closer to her (as if they weren't close already).
"My, my..." she cooed. "You seem to have far too many clothes on, Sir. Perhaps we should remedy that."
Makoto felt his ears burn as his stomach did three somersaults in a row. His brain was quickly turned to total mush as Kyoko began to undo the little white buttons on his shirt, revealing soft skin that she peppered with kisses as she went. He grabbed for her hands before she could get too far however, green eyes meeting violet as her expression questioned his motives.
"A-ah, ah, ah...ladies first."
If Kyoko could have blushed a darker color than scarlet, she did then. Her wide eyes blinked a few times to register what was about to happen before she cleared her throat and spoke again.
"Of course. If you insist, Naegi..Sir..."
Makoto felt a burst of color and heat rush to his own cheeks. She'd had the nerve to stress the word "Sir" on just the hint of a moan, and (for no bewildering reason), it went straight to his groin.
Knowing just how much power she held over him, Kyoko removed her still-gloved right hand from his to glide it slowly along her throat to her high collar, popping the top button with tantalizing ease.
Makoto gulped, so turned on by even the most subtle of provocative actions when it came to her. He tried to recover enough to resume his playful role.
"Hmmm teasing me, are you? Do you really think that's such a good idea, young lady?"
Part of him really meant it, too. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait.
"Not at all, Headmaster." She answered with a sultry smirk. "I'm merely obeying your orders and undressing for you. Does that not please you?"
Makoto released a rush of breath that sounded like a snicker, grabbing the back of her neck to crush her lips against his again.
"Undressing you myself would please me more..." he murmured between rough kisses, daring to bite down on her bottom lip. Kyoko actually whimpered in response.
He took that as the go-ahead to begin, shaky fingers grasping for the buttons on her white shirt and pulling the fabric open as he went. The only thing between him and the view of her lacy white bra was her maroon tie, the one that matched her blazer that day.
Once he'd finished with the shirt, he tore that and the blazer from her arms with enthusiasm.
"Leave the tie for now..." he said, sliding his hands down her shoulders and arms, reaching for her beautiful hands.
The most sacred part of their ritual when undressing each other was removing her gloves. Carefully and lovingly.
He first kissed her already naked left hand, then carefully slid off the glove on her right, tossing it to the ground and bringing both hands up to eye level again.
He solemnly met her gaze as he covered each finger, her palms, and the backs of her hands with gentle kisses, slowly and with as much love as he could possibly pour into a kiss to her precious skin. Her expression was one of total trust for her lover.
"Beautiful, so beautiful..." he whispered, and he saw her shiver in reaction.
"Hey. I love you." She broke the exciting mood for a moment, her violet eyes shining, and it was to tell him something she could so rarely say with such openness. Makoto's heart throbbed as he smiled.
"I love you." He returned, emotion choking his voice and making it tight.
"Let me show you how much."
He laced their fingers together as he leaned down to kiss the newly exposed skin on her neck, searching out her sweet spot and sucking at it, a much darker part of him hoping it left a mark. She began to fidget against him, and it only made him hotter.
Her bra was the next to go, his fingers reaching around as he silently prayed to undo the clasp in one try. His reputation for good luck was upheld once again in that moment, and he laughed triumphantly as he slid the loose fabric down her soft skin.
"Gotcha.." he said with a sly smile, dropping the article of clothing to the ground. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare chest; her small, pretty nipples hardened by the cold air of his office.
"Oh my...*God*.." he groaned, sounding like a tortured man. Kyoko let out a shy laugh, her blush even painting her newly exposed skin. Oh how he cherished her, in that and every moment.
Makoto wasted no time, making Kyoko gasp when she felt his mouth begin to kiss down to where her rapidly beating heart was, eventually landing on the swell of her breasts.
"Makoto..." she whispered when she felt him; tongue and teeth and teasing fingers.
Makoto got to work, lavishing her half naked body with his mouth and hands until he could feel her control slipping away, bit by bit.
One hand traveled lower to her skirt to find the zipper, pulling it down along her thigh without a second thought.
He looked up afterward to find a blissed-out expression on her usually serious face. He smiled and motioned for her to set her feet down on the ground then, holding her steady as her legs wobbled. He dropped to his knees to guide her skirt all the way down, helping her to step out of it.
"You're certain you locked the door?" She checked, suddenly self-conscious as she crossed her arms to cover up a bit. Makoto nodded, wanting to reassure her.
"Positive. I double-double checked, don't worry."
"Alright."
All she was left in now were her black heels, maroon tie, and lacey white underwear. But not for long.
He sat her back down on his desk and sweetly pressed kisses down her fluttering stomach to the edge of that lace, taking it between his teeth and lowering it suggestively. Her hands found their way to his hair.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the last major article of clothing from her body and looked up to her with a smirk on his face.
"I wanna take care of you first tonight. Try and stop me."
She so often insisted on putting him first. She deserved to come first herself, in more ways than one.
Something dangerous and teasing sparked in her eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Good. Now take your tie off and spread your legs for me. There's my good girl..." he praised her, watching with keen arousal as her nimble fingers first undid her tie, then held it in one hand at her side. Her legs fell open. She was all his to explore and touch...and taste.
Speaking of which, that was exactly where he started.
Never breaking eye contact, Makoto dragged his tongue in one long, clean line up her center, deep satisfaction filling him up as Kyoko gasped again and grabbed at his hair.
"H-headmaster...Makoto..." she cried out, despite her best efforts to maintain control.
(Thank goodness for soundproofed walls), Makoto thought, though she wasn't *so* loud, and this new, dark side of him secretly wished that everyone could hear him make his woman moan.
He smiled up at her, his eyes translating dirty thoughts about what he had in store for her.
"Kiri, would you please give me that tie?" He asked her, his palm outstretched.
Kyoko, though confused, couldn't object and so handed it over.
"Ah, thank you. Now hold out your arms for me...there we go..."
Asking for her consent first, which she gave quickly and willingly, Makoto had the fabric tied loosely around her wrists. He then placed them in front of her instead of behind her back, just for the sole purpose of wanting her to pull his hair when he pleasured her with his mouth.
Which is precisely what he did next.
His tongue found her sweetness again, rendering him drunk off the taste of sex and sugar. His fingers played and delivered, inside and out. Kyoko's desperate sounds were vibrant music to his ears.
There had been a time when she'd held back, out of fear of intimacy and nerves and not wanting to allow herself to relinquish her self-control like that. But Makoto felt certain by now that when it came to him, Kiri knew she could be herself, in every uninhibited way.
He knew what she liked and knew how to milk it for everything he could, but it was always such a good surprise when he could bring her so close to the edge in a matter of minutes. His usually stoic and matter-of-fact partner started panting as her body trembled.
"A-ahh...Makoto...close, I'm so close..." she almost wept. He knew. He could feel that she was incredibly unsteady and ready to let go.
"Good, come for me..." He ordered, wanting nothing more than to feel her shatter because of him.
"But, I'd l-like to wait until..." she protested, cut off by another gasp as Makoto continued to appreciate her beautiful body in the most intimate of ways.
Slinging both of her legs over his shoulders, Makoto smiled up at her again.
"Don't worry, darling. Please, allow me to finish you off like this first..." He mumbled against the flood of heat and wetness between her legs. Kyoko couldn't have formed the words to agree, but her desperate noises spoke for themselves.
And at that he felt the dam break as Kyoko violently came undone.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, a strangled cry slipping past her parted lips. Her legs shook and her fingers gripped his hair in a death lock, asking him silently not to move away for anything. He grunted in response, promising he wouldn't, drinking in the sensation of her usually gentle fingers tugging on his messy locks.
Watching her give into pleasure was a holy experience for him. She so rarely allowed herself to let go in any way; always the responsibile one, always the one to maintain calm and order when things got chaotic. Which is why seeing her seize up as she submitted to white hot sexual energy...toss her head back as her usually tense body finally loosened up...
It was more than an incredible turn-on for her man.
Makoto rode her through her high until he was sure she was finished, lapping up what remained and flashing her a sheepish smile.
Kyoko's eyes slowly opened, heat coloring in her cheeks as it was clear she began to feel all too aware of things again. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard before finally meeting his eager gaze.
"What is it?" She whispered, her voice barely recovered, still short on air.
Makoto chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he blushed as well.
"O-oh, nothing. It's just that...you taste good." He admitted.
Kyoko covered her mouth with a hand as she looked away, embarrassed. "Oh..."
Laughing, Makoto kissed each of her thighs before untying her makeshift restraint. Kyoko braced her hands on his shoulders as he stood back up, Makoto cupping her cheek and caressing little circles into it with his thumb.
"You're such a good listener, my love." He said with a saucy smirk. "Even letting me tie you up? So unlike my usually stubborn girl."
Kyoko scoffed at the teasing but smiled herself, surprising him as she grabbed his collar and captured his lips in a hot kiss.
"Alright, you've had your fun pretending to be in charge. But come now, Headmaster. It's clearly your turn."
With that she switched their positions, pushing Makoto down onto his desk before he could even think. His head lolled back and his mouth dropped open as her felt her lips linger over his jawline, raising the tiny hairs on his skin with her soft breathing.
A shiver ran down his spine as she left a soft kiss *just* below his ear before whispering into it.
"You can play rough all you want, but I know that this is what you like most."
Makoto let out a nervous laugh, biting his lip on a sigh as Kyoko finally stopped teasing and began to leave soft little kisses on his vulnerable neck and down his throat, kissing right over his pulse.
Fuck, how did she know? She seemed to sense just where to kiss him, and just how much he liked her taking the lead.
His tie came loose as his mind grew foggy and he watched it slip to the ground, in the ever-growing pile of their discarded clothes. He glanced around his empty office for a moment and suddenly felt *very* bad, in the best of ways.
He was the headmaster of the new Hope's Peak Academy. His *stunning* girlfriend was his Vice Headmistress and Chairwoman of the school board...and he'd just eaten her out in his office, after hours. Now she was half-naked (having pulled her shirt back on and skirt back up for the time being), cheeks rosie post-orgasm, and undressing him so that they could fuck each other on his desk.
*Hell* yeah. Younger him would be so proud.
He was now a successful man in his 20's, getting luckier than any Ultimate Lucky Student with the prettiest girl in school, the Ultimate Detective.
And speaking of his love...
The rest of his buttons were dealt with and she spread his shirt open, eyeing his bare chest with a look on her face he couldn't really name. He inhaled sharply as she grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back as she began to kiss down his bare skin again.
Makoto yelped when her tongue darted out to trace circles. She knew how sensitive he was, and she was always prepared to take full advantage of that fact.
"Hmm you really are much too overdressed for the occasion. I should finally tend to that..."
He lost his shirt in seconds. His slacks were swiftly unbuttoned and lowered, revealing just what her effect on him was. Much to her satisfaction. Kyoko's skirt was hiked up to her hips, protection pulled out and put on him in the blink of an eye. Then she was lowering herself down onto him, bracing herself on his shoulders as she sank into his lap, drowning him...
They moved as one, though they were two souls ever yearning for the other.
Makoto snapped his hips up with an urgency to meet hers, trading between holding her waist and gliding his touch up higher, filling his hands. The room was silent but for their heavy breathing and occasional quips, their tongues sharpened by the heat of the experience.
"Still think...you were the one, in control earlier?" Kyoko panted out, smirking down at him. Makoto scoffed with a mischievous smile of his own, matching her energy.
"I know I was," he gasped between heavy breaths, trying and failing at times to keep his eyes open and focused on her.
"I had you coming undone, in minutes. Is that really all it t-takes for the great Detective to give in? Just my tongue and two fingers?"
He nipped at her collarbone to make his point. Kyoko shuddered despite herself.
"Big words...for a man I'm about to destroy in seconds, just by riding him."
"Are you sure about that?" Gathering all of his strength, Makoto flipped their positions one more time. Kyoko was left laying on her back in a daze as Makoto gained the high ground and showed no mercy, driving into her with abandon.
Neither one of them stood a chance for much longer before they both reached their peaks, clinging to bare skin, chanting each other's names like prayers to the gods.
*
She lay on his chest, basking in the afterglow on the couch in his office, covered for warmth just by his work jacket.
"We've gotta get home, my love..." he whispered as he carded his fingers through her long hair. Messy now that her ponytail had come loose, lavender highlighted silver in the moonlight cast from the windows. Kyoko murmured her dissent, eyes shut as she rested.
"I know...I know. In a little while, we will."
Makoto hummed in response, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Mmkay. Just remember, if Byakuya comes into work at the break of 4am again and we get caught, I'm blaming you."
"Fair. However I have to ask why you gave him a key to your office in the first place."
Makoto laughed. "He insisted. Er, actually he said he'd refuse to work 'with' me - even though he technically works *for* me - if I didn't allow him full access to the facilities."
Kyoko let out a soft laugh herself.
"Ah, I see. That checks out." She leaned up then to press a quick kiss to his cheek, and Makoto could have sworn she was the Goddess Athena, of wisdom and beauty.
"And why are you smiling so smugly, Headmaster?"
Makoto flashed her an adoring smile.
"Just admiring your beauty, thinking about how lucky I am to be yours. And for you to be mine."
Kyoko didn't answer with words. Instead she leaned in to kiss the grin off her boyfriend's face.
They'd make it home. Later that night.