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Stealing More Than Hearts (Katsu and Potter-kun)

Akechi was surprised when he was pushed away. He seemed stunned for a moment but then his smile seemed to twist in a way Makoto had never seen before. He was quickly back up on his feet. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked with laugh, none of his normal calm there anymore. He sprang forward, grabbing a hold of Makoto and pinning here against the wall against, this time her front side was pressed up against the wall and her back was facing him.

"Ren already has so much...I'm going to take this from him....I'm going to have a thing he can never have once I take it." His grin widened as he unzipped his trousers to expose his throbbing and hard cock. He had grabbed Makoto before she could fix her panties, so she was open and exposed to him. His cock began to rub itself up against her wet folds, its tip brazenly rubbing up against her folds and soon began to press against her entrance, his bulbous tip slowly beginning to press itself into her before a violent thrust of his hips shoved his cock deep inside her, his girth spreading open her once virgin cunt.
 
Makoto was set to leave this alley and turn away from what had just happened forever... that was, until a cold laugh sent a icy chill down her spine. She froze just as she heard Akechi get to his feet. "I told you, I don't want you-ahngh!!!" She let out a surprised shriek as she was shoved to the wall, her arms pulled back so she could not fight to get away. That bastard... that cold-hearted bastard... She growled and tried to reach back to grab him and throw him off, but her held her arms firm. Worse in the situation, her panties were still lowered to her mid-thighs and her pussy was exposed. "A-Akechi, don't!"

Makoto always had the sense that there was something cruel and cold lurking behind the detective's calm exterior... something that was like all those shitty adults they fought against. "No..." The mushroom like tip of his cock rubbed against her exposed lips until he felt satisfied and placed himself at her entrance. Makoto shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head. No... that wasn't for him to take... it was supposed to be with Ren. She loved him, not Akechi. And then, he pushed himself inside. "NO!!!!" Swiftly, he entered her, his cock ripping through her barrier and stuffing her to the brim. "You..." She wept, the pain searing through her as she collapsed against the wall. Droplet of her broken barrier's blood leaked from her entrance, signifying to her what she had lost. "I'll make you pay... I'll destroy you-!!!!" Kicking off from the wall, she tackled him and straddled him, holding him down by his neck.
 
Akechi let out a groan as Makoto kicked off the wall and slammed him to the ground, herself now straddling him, her hands around his neck, likely able to end him if she pleased. He just grinned up at her, his cock still buried inside her pussy. He thrust his hips up, pushing his cock ever deeper into her womanhood. He began piston pumping his hips, and cock slamming ever harder and deeper into her aching pussy, his girth spreading her tight canal open.

His hand slithered around her waist and gave her ass a good spank as she seemed to enjoy that before as his other hand moved and tore up the front of her blouse that she had just put back on to reveal her breast. He couldn't move his head but his hand moved to roughly squeeze one of her breast, her flesh molding against his digits before his fingers moved to twist and tug on her nipple. All the while, he smiled up at Makoto as he started to fuck her ever harder and faster.
 
Never before had Makoto desired a knife to carve up an individual before, but Akechi was a first for her in many ways, it seemed. Just once, she wanted to see the smallest bit of fear in Akechi's eyes. But instead, he radiated that bemusement at her pain. Yes... this was something he always desired. To have something of his own, taken from someone else who could never get it back. Makoto tried to put pressure on his neck but faltered as soon as he moved his hips, thrusting deeper into her freshly fucked pussy. "Ungh!!!" She flushed, her hands loosening from around his neck. Why... Why did her body have to tighten around him with each powerful thrust?!

Soon her hands left his neck and instead cupped her own breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her anger twisted into an expression of sordid lust as her hips began to move on top of him. It was lewd and perverse... and yet, her body responded. Moans spilled from her lips as he spanked her, her flesh bouncing in response. She rode him in the alley, lifting up and slamming down on his hard fuckstick, not caring who could hear the student council president getting railed outside a cafe. She hated Akechi. And she would make him pay, but she'd be damned if she didn't get a exhilarating ending to this...
 
Akechi's grin widened as Makoto began to lose herself to the lust. As her hands left his neck to tweak and play with her own breasts, his own hand moved downward towards her clitoris. He began to rapidly rub and tug on her most sensitive nub as his cock slammed ever deeper into her, aided by the fact that she was eagerly moving her own hips to meet him at this point. He spanked her ass yet again, her rear now very red as he dug his fingers into her flesh.

His hand soon traveled from her ass up to her head, pushing her downward so he could press his lips up roughly against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips as he kissed her like a sordid lover he was. He moaned against her lips as he could feel his bulbous tip starting to slam up against her cervix with every eager thrust they made.
 
Makoto didn't know what she desired more: a climax or a way to cut the grinning bastard's head off so she wouldn't have to see that smile anymore. "Ngh... Akechi!!!" His pace was increasing, not to mention the special attention he paid to her clit, rubbing the sensitive little button until Makoto trembled above him. "Haaa....!!!" It wasn't supposed to feel so good and yet, her body had completely given in. Every possessive grab or caress to her body pulled Makoto closer to the one she despised and as their lips met, she did not pull away.

As with before, her tongue slipped inside his mouth and battled his for dominance. On occasion she pulled back and even went so far as to bite his bottom lip when he tried to pull in for another kiss. "A-ah..." The student council president whimpered, feeling her ending come near. She threw her head back, her pussy walls tightening around his thrusting tool and came hard. Warmtl and wet juices sprayed down his cock as she scraped his back with her fingernails. Makoto let out a cry of pleasure, grunting as she sped up her pace, bucking against him to keep the wave of pleasure going and going... for as long as she could manage.
 
Makoto's moans and groans only served to motivate Akechi, to arouse him more and drive him further. His cock throbbed and seemed to harden even more inside Makoto's quivering and wet womanhood. His tongue pressed and swirled around her own, eagerly engaging in the battle for dominance. He moaned against her lips as few times when she nibbled and he returned the favor, nibbling on her lower lip and sucking on her tongue slightly as they kissed.

She her cried out, her head rolling back as her pussy clamped down around his cock, her love juices splashing against his crotch, Akechi too moaned loudly, feeling his climax nearing, but he bit down on his lip and fought it back. He thrust his hips up even harder to match Makoto's own needing thrust down to try and extend her climax. He did his best to help, moving one hand to rapidly rub on her clitoris, hoping to stimulate her if not into a second straight climax, then to rapidly start building her up to one.

A fire seemed to be lit in Akechi's eyes as he pushed Makoto up off him, his cock remaining buried inside her though. He flipped her over, handling her almost like she was a rag doll as he forced her onto her hands and knees. He then began to resume his thrusting, fucking her from behind like she was a bitch in heat. He didn't need to say anything, he intended to show her just how much she loved this, loved being fucked, loved being treated like a slut. He began to plant kisses rapidly up and down her neck, his fingers tugging on her clitoris as the tip of his cock seemed on the verge of pushing past her cervix and entering her womb.
 
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