#akesae

Title: I Don't Even Have A License Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Sae Niijima x Goro Akechi Word Count: 1835 Content Warnings: Dubcon, Age Gap, Femdom

Goro fantasizes about making Sae his. So he goes into her palace alone and makes a bet with her shadow... and loses.

[cracks knuckles] rare pair time with fem!Akechi!

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Mitsukisighs as she goes about organizing the files she’d been tasked with handlingfor the day, wondering in annoyance about what could possibly be the reason sheis the one to get saddled with boring paperwork.

It’s truethat she’s still just an intern in the agency’s office, but so is Niijima Sae,and she doesn’t have to deal with the paperwork. Oh no, she gets to handlefield work.

Mitsukipresses her lips into a thin line, doing her best to mask her annoyed scowl asa concentrated frown.

It’s becauseshe’s pretty, isn’t it? Mitsuki inwardly scoffs.

It figuresher new bosses only care about looks as opposed to experience. It only servesto make her angrier at the situation.

There isnothing wrong with how she looks, right? She always makes sure she looks herbest, tidy, professional, warm, welcoming.

What makesNiijima better than her? The silver curtain of hair draped over her shoulderand cascading down her back? The bangs sliding along one side of her face topartially obscure one eye? The piercing red eyes and sharp features? The aloofand cold aura? Her mature style of clothes? The fact that she wears heels,which are absolutely impractical but also apparently induce an instant reactionof ‘step on me please’ which is enough to counter the impracticality?

Mitsuki’sfrown deepens against her better judgement, and she clenches the pen in herhand tighter, the plastic creaking in her grip.

She’s goingto get to the bottom of this and knock Niijima down a peg or ten.

“Akechi-chan?”A familiar and loathed voice calls out to her from behind her, smooth and richand velvety, and she smoothes her expression before turning around to greet hercaller.

“Ah,Sae-san,” She smiles politely, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Sa-Niijima’s stern face melts into a gentle expression, causing Mitsuki’s heart torace in her chest and her skin to tingle- from anger no doubt; Niijima doesn’tget to act so sweet to her! If it’s a ploy to bend Mitsuki in her favor, thenshe is so not going to win. Mitsuki will never be swayed so easily.

Niijimashakes her head, “No, I was simply wondering about something. You seemed verystressed as of late, so I was thinking if you’d like to let loose and go outwith me sometimes? We can go out and eat something after you’re done from worktoday and talk a bit? We’re colleagues and around the same age, so itdisheartens me to see us be strangers to each other.”

“I see.”Mitsuki chuckles softly, keeping her pleasant public mask firmly in place,“That sounds very logical, Sae-san. I wouldn’t mind at all.” Mitsuki nods; keepyour friends close and your enemies closer and all that.

S- Niijimasmiles, “I’m glad to hear that. How about sushi today?”

Mitsuki’sheart lurches in her chest, and she resists the urge to throw her chair atNiijima. How dare that woman use her weakness against her?!

“I know thisgreat conveyor belt sushi place that’s nearby.”

Instantly,Mitsuki’s smile freezes on her face as she dies a little inside.

Conveyor. 

Belt. 

Sushi.

“So, howabout it?”

Mitsuki nodsmechanically, and Niijima doesn’t seem to notice anything strange about theexpression as she doesn’t falter in her approach, “Great! Meet after work?”

Mitsuki nodsagain, and Niijima takes that as her sign to leave to office.

Mitsukiwaits for a few minutes, to make sure Niijima is a sufficient distance away,before she lets her mask crumple. Grounding her teeth in seething rage, shesuccumbs to the temptation to break the pen in her hand in halves.

She’s goingto make that woman pay.

Dearly.

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