Jokers and Maids

Disclaimer: I do not own Persona 5, or the characters.

Author note: I enjoyed writing "A Parting Gift to Remember" so much that I want to do more Akira x Kawakami stories. I love this pairing so much. They need more love! You don't necessarily have to read the previous story to understand these, but it does give a deeper backstory as to why certain things happen or certain words are used. Just as a warning, though: this particular chapter contains a small lime scene. Enjoy!

Private Study Time

"Akira Kurusu, you're needed in the faculty office," blared a female, monotone voice from the speaker.

Ann turned around to her leader. "Office? Did you do something, Akira?"

"Eh, probably."

Akira could spot that voice from anywhere. The love of his life, Ms. Kawakami, had requested him at once.

"Ugh, couldn't it wait?" Mr. Ushimaru huffed. He personally hated when he had to be taken out of class, let alone his students. "Make it quick, and don't be lollygagging around in the hallways!"

Akira nodded and exited the classroom. With Mr. Ushimaru's violent tendencies of throwing objects at him, Akira was ready to leave as soon as he could.

The dark-haired student's heartbeat became faster as he got closer to the faculty office, but he couldn't quite place his finger on why. She was his fiancée, so he knew that played a major part, but there was a sneaking suspicion this wasn't for educational purposes. His thoughts stopped once he entered the office, and saw Ms. Kawakami sitting down at the desk.

"What's up?"

"Come with me, Akira," she said in her unenthusiastic, monotone voice. "I need to have a serious talk with you."

She stood up and proceeded to lead the student into one of the sub-offices. There wasn't anyone around to notice, but even if there was, nothing seemed out of the ordinary: a teacher talking with their student….that is until she locked the door behind her.

"This is all your fault, Akira!"

"Wait, what did I do?" the perplexed student curiously asked."

"It's because of you that I can't focus! Y-you are all I can think about," she muttered truthfully.

Akira grinned. "That's not my problem. Can I go back to class now? I have to increase my knowledge."

Ms. Kawakami narrowed her eyes. "I know your social stats are maxed. Are you trying to take me as a fool?"

"N-no, you're Temperance, actually."

"First you're disrupting my mind, and now you're back sassing your teacher." Ms. Kawakami sighed. I'm sorry, Akira, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to take disciplinary action against you."

"This is injustice," Akira said with a straight face.

Ms. Kawakami pushed her student onto the desk with a force that even surprised Akira. The teacher wrapped herself around him, and wasted no time tasting his mouth.

"Last time, I let you take the lead when you proposed, but now it's my turn," Sadayo gently explained, while taking off his glasses. She tossed them in the chair, and continued kissing him. Her lust was increasing for him by the second, all while there was a conflict within her. Never in a million years did she imagine falling in love with a student, let alone using her authority as a means for her personal benefit. In a sense, she felt like she was no different than Kamoshida, which disgusted her. To her resolve, she vowed to never force herself on Akira if he truly didn't want it.

"Does master enjoy 'private study time' with his teacher?" she moaned in this mouth. The question might have sounded kinky in nature, but it was a very serious question she had. "I can always stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

Akira gripped her back. "Nn-no. I told you that was the best part! You should take me out of class more often."

That was all she needed to remove that feeling of guilt. She giggled.

"Hehe, I figured. 'Increasing my knowledge' my butt! I'll see what I can do, master." She may have been a teacher, but she had limitations. Rallying the teachers in her lover's defense while he was in juvie, while although successful, put her in the spotlight. It would have been obvious eventually if she kept calling him out of class to schedule 'private meetings', and if Ms. Chrono especially started putting the pieces together….she didn't even want to think of the ramifications of that. Despite that, she was going to see to it that her future husband's request was met to some extent. She did feel slightly bad about it, but the teacher couldn't help herself. It was wrong, a teacher and a student, but it was hot.

"Is this my punishment?" Akira mocked.

"No. I'm only getting started."

Ms. Kawakami locked her fingers onto Akira's shirt, and removed the piece of clothing from their presence. As the shirt fluttered to the ground, she retrieved some lipstick from her purse. Upon closer inspection, Akira realized it was the crimson lipstick he purchased for her. She opened the lipstick with a "pop", and seductively coated her lips in the substance. After putting the lipstick to the side, Ms. Kawakami pressed her student's back against the desk. The immediate chill of the desk on his exposed back sent shivers down Akira's spine, but not as much like Ms. Kawakami did. He watched as she left love trails on his chest, slowly pressing her crimson lips against him, lowering down to his stomach.

"Nnngh-ah, m-my shirt is going to be ruined if I put it back on, Ms. Kawakami," Akira groaned.

"Exactly. That is your punishment. If I can't keep my mind off of you, then you have to suffer too."

"How exactly do you expect me to get through the rest of the school day with a messed up shirt?

Sadayo giggled again. "That's not my problem." The revenge of mocking him with his own words tasted almost as sweet as his skin. "Besides, it will only be ruined on the inside. I'm sure my little Phantom Thief will manage to get by somehow. You saved the world, after all. I'll even wash it for you later on tonight."

With that, Sadayo proceeded more with the kissing. All Akira could do was moan her name softly while she used his body as a canvas for her art. He could feel Sadayo unbutton the top of his plaid pants, and his zipper moving south. She planted a final kiss just above his briefs before meeting eyes with him. Judging from the partial exposure of his undergarments, it had become apparent to the both of them that she had a serious effect on him down there.

"I have no problems going 'lower' if that's what master desires. I will be more than glad to give my master a 'special' massage, and so much more, but I also don't mind waiting if that's what you want. This would be a giant step in our relationship, and I wouldn't want you to take it lightly. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Akira's mind rushed with possible outcomes to this situation. His body ached for Sadayo to expose his 'manhood' and to go along with the chain of erotic events that could follow after his 'massage'. The temptation was fierce. However:

"Let's….wait," was the only response he could manage. He propped himself on the desk. "Let's wait until Hawaii. That way, we won't be so restrained."

Sadayo stood up and smiled at her lover. If he wanted to set boundaries, then she was happy to obediently follow them. "Very well. If that's what master wants, then I will impatiently wait until our honeymoon." There was not a hint of dejection in her voice.

Akira's tone changed into a mischievous one. "These walls may not be paper-thin, but I doubt they would be able to hold in the excitement you'll get from me."

"Oh, my….that's big talk coming from my student. You better make sure you're able to back that up."

"I'll make sure of it," Akira confidently stated, although if he was honest with himself, he had no idea if he was able to. 'This' was the furthest he'd went with any woman before.

"Still, I'm surprised you were able to resist. Most guys your age would have wanted to continue."

Akira shifted his eyes. "Believe me, it was not an easy choice. Can I stay in here for a few minutes?"

"Of course, master. Going back to class with an erect….'little phantom thief' isn't going to reflect well on either of us. I don't want your female classmates and maybe even some of the male ones as well, to stare at what will eventually belong to me anyways."

Ms. Kawakami had to be the coolest teacher Akira ever had. She had an amazing depth of understanding that he truly appreciated.

Sadayo tossed Akira his shirt while he was regaining his composure. "Hey, do you have any plans after school today. If not, then….would you like to go to Inokashira Park?"

"Sure. Do you want to go at night when less people will be there?"

That was actually a good question Sadayo didn't give much thought to. It would have been a wise decision to go when there was less of a chance someone spotted them, but:

"L-let's try during the day," she answered quietly.

"Really now? Well if you insist."

Sadayo smiled. "It's a date then."

"And in the meantime, how about I sleep on your lap until next period instead of going back?"

"How about no?" Her response was stern. "You might be an erudite, but you can always learn something new."

"I don't feel like it." Akira emphasized the word "feel" in order to invoke a certain response from her.

"You're such a problem child."

That was the response he was yearning for. The student loved it every time she called him that.

"I don't feel working today, either, but we all got to do things we don't feel like doing. You seem composed enough already, so hurry on and get back to class, or there won't be a second time," she threatened.

"You're lying."

"Of course I am," Sadayo honestly pointed out. "Now go."

The conversation seemed to be running into a dead end at this point, so Akira placed his glasses back on, and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Akira?"

Akira turned his head to see what the teacher wanted at the last minute.

"I love you, master."

Akira gave her a warm smile and nod before heading out the door.

"I love you, too."

"Akira, what took you so long?!" Mr. Ushimaru yelled in front of the class. "You can't become a productive member of society if you're not learning. What did Ms. Kawakami need with you that took over ten minutes?"

Mr. Ushimaru's question reminded Akira of when he infiltrated Okumaru's palace. He had to give high-ranking enemies certain answers, in order to not raise their suspicion. As such, he reflected on those answers for this particular situation.

"We were making out," he stated calmly.

The entire class erupted in laughter.

"Alright, you smart aleck, quit your shenanigans! If Ms. Kawakami heard you speaking like that, I bet she would expel you on the spot. Now go take a seat!"

"We're the Phantom Thieves."

That was the answer he gave back then: honest and to the point. Sure, he may have had to fight some extra battles because of that, but Joker got a kick out of it. Surprisingly, no one notice the decorations underneath his shirt as he went to his seat, except for the one blonde that sat in front of him. With her keen eye for detail, she saw a glimpse of the red substance though the arm hole of his shirt, and pondered to herself.

"Is that….crimson lipstick?!"

Author Note:

What did you think about this story? Did you like it? Was it just plain terrible? Let me know. All reviews are appreciated, whether they are good are bad. The next chapter will be of their date at the Inokashira Park, which I am personally excited to write. I wish they had a date there in the game. Thanks for reading!