#saekoto

Title: I'm Going To Sexually Penetrate You Fandom: Persona 5 Ship: Sae Niijima x Makoto Niijima x Ren Amamiya Rating: Explicit Warnings: Incest

Makoto celebrates her promotion with her two lovers.

This chapter details with different types of grief. Loss of a bond. Personal loss. Loss of all self. But it also deals with the silver linings. That even at your lowest, there is hope for the future. Something to keep pushing and strive for.

This chapter passes a major milesotne for me! I've now surpassed 1 million words published on AO3! That's a lot! Thank you to everyone who has read my fic (or any of my fics) up until now.

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Drip. Drip. DRIP. For once in her life, Sae could not care less for the INCESSANT DRIPPING of the faucet in the kitchen.She’d deal with it LATER. For now she had a far more important fixation that she needed to HANDLE. “Tumblr, you say?” The benefits to working in a career so intrinsically linked to the gathering of INFORMATION: Sae’s social ineptitude never quite got the chance to shine through. Not because she cared for Tumblr or its denizens. No, they were TRIVIALLY DULL. Nor because she any particular desire to utilize her learned sense of CHARM to gain the affections of a single given human beyond the Niijima family tree. Such would be a PITIFUL WASTE OF PRECIOUS TIME. (Time running away from Sae by the day.) In its simplest term: Sae, for all intents and purposes, had studied and mastered the human psyche, such that she could freely manipulate it AT WILL down to a SCIENTIFIC T -- All for the sake upholding the very LAW by which society remained in ORDER. Meaning, she knew exactly what Tumblr was, and how people operated. Humanity proved SURPRISINGLY, YET SUITABLY, PREDICTABLE. “Thank you. I may consider believing that you indeed did not truly mean your insults toward Makoto from earlier.” CONSIDER, she said. FORGIVE, she did not. “For now, I must ask your leave. I have some very important work to do...” VERY IMPORTANT, INDEED. Within the hour, Sae had cross-referenced every last name and account available with the appropriate tags on Tumblr. And even followed a few WORD CLUES toward an extra few OFFENDERS. Then, pulling in a favor from the Special Investigations Units. (Being the Prosecutor of the Modern Day Hitler had its benefits.) She’d reached out to appropriate services and pulled the locations and identities of ALL KNOWN CULPRITS. Now all that mattered was REVENGE. But for that she had ONE. LAST. CALL. TO MAKE.

                     Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhhhhhh!                      Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhhhhhh!!                     BUD-DUH-DUH-DUH, BUH-DUH-DUH-DUH, BUH-DUH-DUH-DUHHHHHHHH!!!

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Things had toppled over a little bit in the SELF-CONTROL DEPARTMENT. At least for Natsuki. From the Daiquiris she’d toasted cutely with Makoto over POEMS & SCARY STORIES to the way she’d stumbled her way nervously into convincing Makoto to taste-test the vodka with her. Talk about TERRIFYING. Of course, being the woman that held herself responsible for fighting Natsuki’s ignorance. And just... being the most caring human Natsuki had EVER MET... Makoto had allowed herself to switch off the Daiquiri for a single drink. Helping to ease Natsuki into mixing spirits for the first time. The result... “Hey, M’koto?” She wasn’t even THAT DEEP into it all. Words were already slurring. “I...” And her NERVES weren’t exactly trapping herself within her own flesh and bones anymore. “I was wonderin’. Could we. Could we do a DUET TOGETHER? You an’ me? We could do Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Or You're My Sunshine. You could even PICK THE SONG...” Final trio of words spoken like some kind of GRAND REVELATION. She’d been attempting to PLUCK UP THE COURAGE for karaoke all night. But stage fright and an absence of her best friend on that stage with her had pushed her over the edge into PROCRASTINATION & DOUBT. But now? Now she was DRUNK. And found herself lacking a CARE IN THE WORLD. (Felt good...) “It would mean a lot to me...” With that, the steadily intoxicating girl dipped her head against Makoto’s shoulder. Flickering a sidelong glance up toward Makoto’s PRECIOUS RUBIES. “Like a lot a lot...” Heart was beginning to THRUM. And not with anxiety for once in her damn life. “Like...” And she leaned in, pressing balmless lips to Makoto’s cheek just like she had earlier. (She might’ve missed Makoto’s cheek and caught the corner of her lips.) “Like tha--ahh!!!” Tiny pink haired girl jumped in her seat. Or rather, Ann’s OBNOXIOUSLY INTRUSIVE WEIGHT launched her by law of springs. Aggressive GROWL resonating in her throat, arms folding and morganites attempting to burn holes into Ann’s existence.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” Ann had been a... LITTLE BIT TIPSY for more than a little while. Steady build up of straws on her back. Passing glances. Gentle moments. Heated entrapments. She’d caught them all. Not that she was allowed to CARE ANYMORE. Couldn’t do a THING about it. So she’d just attempted to dull her JEALOUS RAGE with cocktails. Then she’d caught Natsuki whispering sweet nothings in her ex-girlfriend’s ear. Kissing her near the lips. And HOLY FUCK had that finally fractured the camel’s spine and caused all its bones to distintegrate into a PITIFUL HEAP on the floor. And thus, she’d thrown herself ass first onto the sofa beside Makoto. (Sae had JUST gone to the bathroom to relieve herself.) And she threw an arm around her former Owner. Uncharacteristic -- Especially since streaking her hair a VIBRANT RED. But she needed an excused to force space between Makoto and Natsuki. And she could always BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL. Index finger lingered itself against Makoto’s navy and black corset and in the moment that aquatic orbs met pools of fire, not even the Orange Sunrises could drown out the sheer WAVE of chemicals that got her heart racing. Oxytocin secreting from the pituitary gland in her brain.  And breath slipping free HOTLY & INDISCREETLY. A few seconds ticked on by with parted lips and a subconscious screaming at the blonde to PULL THE FUCK AWAY. Something else wanted her to TOUCH THE FIRE AGAIN. But luckily (or perhaps not so much...) She was still JUST SOBER ENOUGH that her inhibitions won out. Trance breaking and another breathy exhale spilling from lungs before she finished. “I think... That it’s time for games. Truth or Dare. Never Have I Ever. Take your pick. I pick DARE by the--”

                                                                                    “AHEM!!”

That drew the attention of both NATSUKI -- Who had spent the last few minutes whining out complaints and offenses that had went UNHEARD by Ann. Shouting out that it just WASN’T FAIR and that she’d already asked Makoto FIRST to perform karaoke with her. Even telling Ann to stop being such a THOT of all things. And pleading out for Makoto’s help. As well as Ann who looked just about ready to SCRAP. “First of all...” Simple step over and she grabbed at her sister’s wrist, pulling her from the mess of LOOSE LIPS, WEBBING LIMBS & SPITEFUL CALCULATORS that were Natsuki and Ann. Not that she’d ENTIRELY done it for Makoto’s sake. As would be evidenced within a few seconds. “So, apparently, I can’t even go to the bathroom for two minutes without DUMB & DUMBER attempting to ruin the party.” Childish insults weren’t Sae’s forte. But she’d also intentionally chose them to be DEMEANING. As if neither of her love rivals were worthy of RESPECT. “That said, I DO agree with Ann for once in my life. Something I never thought I’d have to say.” Pause. Devilish smirk curling at vindictive lips. “But I suppose even a BROKEN CLOCK is right TWICE A DAY.” Tut and a sigh, eyes out for blood scanning the duo. Shiho was piping up in DEFENSE of Ann. Or attempting to. Ann grabbing her hand and telling her not to. Something about how NOTHING could be MORE WRONG than two sisters fucking each other. No wonder Ann was trying to quiet her triggered friend. Natsuki meanwhile was all huffy and twisted away. Eyes PEEKING OUT at Makoto occasionally. Sae was beginning to learn how to READ THE BITCH. For a poet, Natsuki spoke more in BODY LANGUAGE than in WORDS. “So. I suppose that’s TWO VOTES for drinking games or just party games in general. And since they were Makoto’s idea. In much the same vein that Natsuki kicked off our poetry recitals earlier.” The poetry recitals were somewhat of a JEALOUS SORE SPOT for the girls. After all, there was no doubt that Makoto was going to win. Considering the insane depth of bias all around the room. Were Ann, Sae and Natsuki gonna vote for each other? NOT. A. CHANCE. But... There was one girl who had found herself in QUITE the unenviable bind: Her baby sister. Makoto had one vote to cast across three. Four, technically, but a vote for Shiho spoke louder than a vote for any of her COMPETING PETS. No matter who she picked, at least two girls were gonna get their egos carved to pieces. And they’d clearly NOT YET RECOVERED. “I think you should pick the game and the first person. Truth. By the way. If you pick me first.” She had a SNEAKING SUSPICION that Natsuki would pick--

“DARE...” Demeanor spoke of a FURIOUS DISCONTENT that she’d quite possibly been usurped in her entire idea. She had no clue that Makoto had been AVOIDING karaoke tonight. Or indeed even WHY. (Natsuki had MISSED that particular disaster.) “Though, I still think, since she IS the host. She should ALSO be allowed to still pick KARAOKE!!” Petulence bled from her form. Arms crossed. Lips pouting. Body ramrod stiff. Death glares levelling at Sae and Ann. “Well? Which is it gonna be?” Not that she was ABSENT PLAN if Makoto did pick games. Especially if she picked Truth or Dare. She’d be STUMPED if she picked Never Have I Ever. And in all honesty, Never Have I Ever frightened her. She had a lot less CONTROL over her secrets with a game like THAT. And while she had held a certain amount of information PRIVATE from Makoto. She would not outwardly LIE to her tonight. (Honestly doubted she could with so much alcohol buzzing her brain.)

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LIGHTNING QUICK MIND had already cycled through the full reel of unverbalized questions. Huh? What do you mean? What could POSSIBLY be in there? Your room is made up of compact discs, the outfits I’ve purchased you, schoolwork, and Buchimaru merchandaise. Of course. All those questions were answered in a RATTLINGLY REVELATORY SECOND as the draw came loose, slipping open and-- “WHAT THE--!?” Gasp and a complete freeze up of bone and muscle. Breath was going haywire. And oh how that dark shadowy part of her mind WISHED it was due to wanton arousal. Due to images of Makoto donning the outfits, collaring her neck, plugging her ass, lashing her spine and breasts, filling up that SOPPING WET PUSSY with all twelve inches of that navy blue strap-on. But sadly no such anticipatory desire could exist for Sae. Because it was clear from Makoto’s DECEIT & DESPERATION that Makoto did NOT want Sae to find them. Oh. No. No. No. NO!! These toys weren’t for HER. These toys were for-- “Ann...” The name fell coldly off her lips. Filled with more hostility and venom than any horror movie had ever displayed. For a brief spell, Sae feared she might just DROP DEAD ON THE SPOT. That was until Makoto tried to DEFEND HERSELF. That brought out a sickening and disgusted and derisive and rage-fueled ENVENOMED LAUGH. All caught up in the back of her drying, agonized throat. “Not what it looks like?” Head finally snapped round to glare at her sister. Sanguine eyes were OUT FOR BLOOD. “Then tell me, dear sister. What actually IS IT? Cause it LOOKS TO ME as if my Queen and Beloved Sister has been more concerned and more excited to use these toys EXCLUSIVELY on ANN TAKAMAKI.” Oh, how transparently her denial fell away in the face of actual threats and rejection. “AM I WRONG?! Were these toys NOT for use on Ann? Were they EVER going to be brought to my knowledge and attention?” God she was going to be SICK. Wanted to bleed herself dry. “WELL?!”

Ann got it. She guessed. SHE KIND OF GOT IT -- OKAY? Sae was Makoto’s sister. And she had undeniably been INSTRUMENTAL in stopping the Shido Conspiracy. She deserved to be here every bit as much as the Phantom Thieves themselves. And, well... SAE WAS MAKOTO’S SISTER. Still, the younger blonde couldn’t help but be UNNERVED. (Could anyone truly blame her?) Had Makoto noticed she’d been drinking FASTER than normal? (Normally she KEPT PACE with her girlfriend.) She hoped not. Then again, she DID have her hands all over the girl right now. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. SAE. This was suicide at best. (At worst, Sae would kill Makoto, too. GOD, SHE HOPED NOT...) But Ann couldn’t quite help herself right now. She was already DRUNK. She was feeling TERRITORIAL. And quite frankly Makoto was HOT AS FUCK. “Now that you’ve saved the world. Will you finally accept how pretty ya are?” Words were slurred and she had one arm draped HEAVILY over Makoto’s shoulder. Prodding her lips playfully with her index. “WE saved the world.” She fixed, firing aquamarine eyes over toward their friends. “But still. Point is...” Gaze fell back toward Makoto’s lips and her own parted in a little gasp. Eyes glued -- DARKENING. “Point is--”

                                                                  “AHEMM!!”

Throat clear in EFFORT to draw Ann’s gaze. And quite frankly. She didn’t trust Makoto NOT to give in to the blonde’s advances. Things weren’t exactly EASY for her right now. Even her hatred of the simplistic bimbo was being twisted and contorted by this uncomfortable BOND that she’d forged with the Phantom Thieves. She’d been GRATEFUL when Makoto invited her. But also downright TERRIFIED. She’d been regretting coming almost entirely when Ann started to drown her liver and close up that distance. But it wasn’t like Sae had a leg to stand on right now -- EVERYTHING CONSIDERED. Still. Ann’s flickering gaze -- A sea of flames glued to her own flesh and blood’s (INSANELY KISSABLE) lips. Drunk and edging forward. That had been the last straw. “Yes. My sister is very pretty. But last I checked, Takamaki. This was not a party for TWO.” Oh her jealousy was RADIATING off her. She couldn’t help it. She just wished it wasn’t LOSE-LOSE right now. Watching this had her heart LURCHING in her chest. Putting a stop to it had EYES on her. Judgmental eyes. All on Ann’s side. And if things got out of hand... Her fists balled up TIGHT and she brought her own glass of wine to her lips -- Taking a long, long sip. “If you could REFRAIN from such disdainful displays. That would be MOST appreciated.”

Ann’s eyes almost ROLLED at Sae’s words. But she wasn’t QUITE that drunk. And the older woman’s words did allow certain INHIBITIONS to kick in. Namely realizing just how FAR she was already going in her mind with Makoto. And that all her friends WERE present. Something about that thought had always... WEIRDED her out. Plus-- What did Makoto think of her RIGHT NOW? (She had no idea...) “Disdainful?” Word was SPAT SPITEFULLY. But she did go to ease up. Tried to at least. But blue orbs remained locked on pink lips and gentle fashionista fingers touched delicately upon SHARP COLLARBONES. She had to snap herself out of this snide revolt NOW. Before she did something she’d live to REGRET. And yet... “It’s not like we’re messing around or anythin...”