The Aeon Arcana

Premonition? Or just Anxiety

Evening

You went grocery shopping with Akechi, looked at desks for a while after you convinced Akechi to do so, then returned to make him some dinner and plan a lunch for him to take to work the following day. You then packed a bag with drinks and snacks for your venture into the Metaverse, and went with Akechi to Mementos.

This time, his target fought back and turned into a shadow in a similar fashion to when the Phantom Thieves would do requests in Mementos. Unlike them, once the shadow was defeated, Akechi would kill the defenseless person instead of take their treasure. You tried your hardest to steel yourself for the moment Akechi pulled the trigger, but you still winced and jumped backwards when it happened. Akechi was his usual Enforcer self, a bit snippy, barked orders at you, and seemed irritable. It didn't bother you too much. You knew how embarrassing it was for Akechi to be this vulnerable about his true occupation, abilities, and above all his persona.

"There are three targets here tonight," Akechi said in that rough, coarse voice he only freely used when he embraced his true self. Every time he slipped, your heart fluttered. He got more attractive every moment, especially when he was like this.

"What are you staring at?" He smirked.

You blushed.

"Come here," he ordered, motioning for you to approach him with his sharp metal gloves. He placed a hand on your cheek and looked down at you. All you could see was his lips from under his helmet, which he licked. "I'm working, Kitten. You can have me later."

You decided to do what he always did to you. "But you're so hot like that!" You whined. "Oh…look at you…you're all sweaty." You touched his chest. "We should really do something about how hot this suit is…"

Akechi inhaled sharply as he spoke rapidly. "Notherenotherenothere–"

"Not here?" You cooed. You touched the buttons on his suit and started undoing them. 

"No," he said with his mouth, but his hands said something different as he gripped his fingers into your hips.

"No?" You slid your hands down his body, resting your hands on his belt. You started to go down on your knees, but Akechi lifted one of your legs, abruptly stopping you. He pressed you against the wall. He propped your leg on one of his shoulders, the stretch burning the muscles in your thighs. Akechi had bent you like this before, but you still weren't as flexible as he was. He fumbled with his belt, undoing his pants the quickest he possibly could. He dropped your leg, frustrated, when he realized your shorts were going to prove an obstacle.

You giggled. "Sorry, I fight in shorts and not a skirt."

"Well, take them off!" Akechi demanded, his voice raising a tad in annoyance.

"I thought you hated Mementos sex."

Akechi swore and tried to redo his buttons, but his gloves made it difficult. You pushed his hands away and got on your knees for him. His metal gloves gripped the back of your hair, digging into your scalp as he moaned like a depraved animal.

You pulled away from him and stood up once he was finished. Akechi's jaw was clenched, and you could tell he probably was embarrassed and a bit guilty.

You pressed your chest against him and embraced him. "Are you okay?"

"You're insane," Akechi huffed. 

You helped him fasten back up his suit. "I'd appreciate it if you gave me feedback instead of deflecting."

"Well you're getting better," said Akechi in a mock thoughtful tone. "Pressure and speed was good. I'd say a solid six point five out of ten. The atmosphere really kills it for me."