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Sae Niijima
The talented, intelligent, and all too proud prosecutor, tasked with apprehending the infamous phantom thieves and bringing them to justice. She was known to her colleagues at the SIU as a cold, cunning, woman— willing to do anything and everything in order to win her cases.
Above all, she carried herself with a quiet dignity, a trait she picked up from her late father. But beneath all that surface-level procedure lie the beating heart of a woman. A beautiful woman with passion and desire like any other.
One day, she would meet her match, and it came in the form of none other than her greatest target, the leader of these phantom thieves himself. As a foe, she wanted nothing more than to see him rot in a cell for the rest of his days. Originally, her intent was to prod him for information, try to coax him into a confession the way she had been trained to her entire adult life.
Then she looked him in the eyes....
That's when things got a little more.... complicated.
"You know why I'm here don't you?" She said to the apprehended thief. The room was cold. Hard cement, and solitary empty table adorned the secluded underground interview room, reserved only for the country's most dangerous criminals.
"Of course," said the thief. Young but well built, handsome, charismatic face crowned by messy black hair. Unassuming, one you wouldn't likely pick out of a lineup. "You're here because the police want their man at any cost, even if that cost is the truth."
"Enough with the games!" The prosecutor, Sae Niijima said, slamming her fist down on the table, an act of attempted intimidation. "You're in our custody now, and if you want to have any hope of ever seeing the outside of a prison cell again, I suggest you play by OUR rules!"
"Those rules being?"
Sae paused to consider her options. Obtaining a confession is a nuanced art form after all. "...Tell me everything, all the way back to your first actions as a phantom thief."
And so the interrogation began. They went over all the details of his tale as a vigilante, his initial involvement in the Kamoshida case, the puzzling tale of the disgraced artist Madarame, and the troubling account of a notorious drug trafficker, one Junya Kanshiro. Each time, divulging plenty of insight into each incident, yet carefully avoiding revealing any info that could incriminate him or his accomplices. He cleverly danced around each question, clearly making a mockery of her profession.
All with that dumb grin on his face. That stupid, smug, sexy grin...
"Is something the matter Ms......?"
"Niijima," she pointed out with flippancy, "And you aren't exactly making my job easy. You know your only way out is cooperation, and yet you stonewall me at every opportunity. I'm liable to just let the police throw the book at you and be done with your troublesome antics for good."
"Is it because you're frustrated?" The thief said with an unerring confidence. He chuckles, "You look cute when you're frustrated..."
Her cheeks turn pink. How dare this little punk treat this life or death scenario like it's some kind of game? "D-dont change the subject!" she said, clearly flustered. She couldn't believe how determined he was, how he seemed like he was always in control, always one step ahead, even when the odds were so obviously stacked against him.
"Listen, you little twerp!" Sae snapped, "this is your LIFE we're talking about! They will throw your ass in jail until you die, do you understand?!"
"Perfectly."
"Then why won't you take this more seriously?"
"Honestly?" he said, "I'm a little bit distracted."
Her eyes open wider from intrigue, "Distracted? By what?"
"Take a guess."
"I don't know. I'm not a mind reader, you know?"
"Right, because if you could read minds, you'd know I'm thinking about how attractive the woman in front of me is..."
She loses her train of thought, blindsided by something so trivial. "....What?...."
She scowls.
"Is this another one of your tricks, Mr..." She looks down at her file with all his info on it. "Mr Ren Amamiya?"
He raises a hand to dismiss... or, he would, were his hands not currently cuffed, so his facial expressions would have to suffice. "No tricks, Ms. Niijima. I simply wish to express my admiration for your beauty and utter elegance..."
Is this kid for real? She thought. "Are you seriously trying to FLIRT with me in the middle of an interrogation that could cost you everything?!"
"Justice will prevail like always," Ren says, "but I am worried about what you're doing tomorrow night for dinner."
"You cocky bastard..." Sae says, taking offense. "What makes you think I'd ever go out with a high-schooler, especially one as morally dubious as you?"
Ren sighs, his face finally becoming more serious. "Look, if you want my cooperation, you're going to have to earn my trust. Quid pro quo, you know?"
Sae crosses her arms. "Finally, we're getting somewhere. Very well, what can I do to earn your trust?"
Ren squirms out of clear discomfort in his steel interrogation chair. "You know, you people have a lot of nerve, locking a teenager up, cuffing his hands, injecting him with strange liquids."
She sighs, then stands up, walks around to behind his chair, and unlocks the cuffs from his wrist. "My apologies, the police can resort to some barbaric tactics to get-"
As soon as he heard the cuffs clack, he pounces.
"Hey! What are you-!"
Before Sae has time to react, the thief pounces, wrestling with her as she struggles to fight off his attack. She tries to scream for help, but he covers her mouth as he slams her against the hard table. He stands behind her, his legs firmly keeping her between himself and the table, strong arms leaning over her, enveloping her with his aggressive grasp.
I can't believe it!, Sae thinks to herself. I can't belive I let myself be tricked by something this stupid! Unlocking his cuffs? What the hell was I thinking?!
He whispers in her ear.
"By the way..." he grunts, fighting off her attempts to free herself. "Ren Amamiya is so formal sounding, don't you think?" He kisses and licks the side of her neck, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "You can call me..... Joker.... if you really feel like it."
He uses his strength and deft hands to lock the cuffs on her wrists behind her back, effectively turning the tables on this whole affair, completely shifting the balance of power in the conversation. "What's the matter?" Joker says. "Where did all that fire in your eyes from before go?"
Her throat is paralyzed with fear. In truth the heat had, in fact, left her eyes, and traveled south... far down to her core. Despite her best efforts to remain reliably courageous, her legs began to quiver, no doubt due to the fact that Sae had been fantacizing about just such a scenario in her head for years now.
The painting in her mind was so vivid... the dashing scoundrel, seemingly trapped in her clutches, only for him to turn the tides and make her his plaything. To be manhandled, taken to a physical extent by a bad guy, completely ravished by an evil doer, clung so closely to the pleasure centers buried deep within her mind, that it would often scare her as she drifted off to sleep at night, dreaming of this taboo act by this mysterious hypothetical criminal.
He aggressively grabbed at her slender waist and spun her around, looking her straight in the eye. She obviously wasn't crying for help from any potential guards stationed outside the room, so her horror must be subdued by something, maybe shock? Or perhaps.... excitement?
"What are you going to do to me?" She said, her arms struggling to free herself from the cuffs behind her back.
He pushes her onto the table, she lay on her back, landing with a loud thud, chair screeching slightly out of the way, her legs hang off of the sturdy furniture. He positions himself in between her thighs, his arms down on either side of her, making escape from this position next to impossible. "This society has treated me like scum for so long... I think it's about time I started acting like it." He gives a toothy smile and a cocked brow. "What am I going to do to you, my dear?"
She gasps as he places his hands on her hips.
"Whatever I damn well please..."
A captivating mix of emotions are stewing in Sae's brain right now. Anger, lots of anger, a little fear and embarrassment, and just a tiny hint of arousal.
That was, until he took firm grip of the buttons on her black dress shirt and swiftly ripped them open, eliciting a loud, and completely involuntary sexually charged moan. "Unghh... oh my god..." In an instant, an instinctual primal hunger sparked in Sae's mind like the jump start of a car. She had not been touched by a man this way since college, and it was only now that she realized just how badly she needed it.
Both their cheeks grow red at such a raw display of passion. The job only partially done, revealing only her ample cleavage and flirty black bra at first, with one more quick firm tug, the rest of the buttons pop off, ripping her shirt open to reveal the prosecutors toned stomach.
"You obviously take good care of yourself," Ren says, brushing his hand gently up her torso, bringing a tingling sensation up Sae's spine. "So we're the same in that regard."
He briskly, unceremoniously pulls his shirt off. Arms, chest, abs, his upper body was all chistled and toned like an olympic athlete. She gasps, this was a man's body, and one that sent an uncomfortable amount of lust to her nethers. This shock left her completely oblivious when he shuffled her pants down to her ankles.
She lay before him like some kind of trophy display, her back flat against the hard table, curves tastefully lit by the solitary incandescent light above them, a vulnerable pleading in her eyes. Was this pleading to be freed?.... or perhaps to be set upon like a bitch in need of mating?
She wears a matching black thong, just barely keeping her bare flower hidden tantalizingly out of view. "Naughty..." Ren comments, playfully snapping the elastic of her panties around her hip once or twice. He leans down and whispers into her ear. "Were you wearing this lacy little number on the off chance a guy would get to see you in it? Or do you just wear it to feel sexy around the office?
Her breath shallows in frustration. "My boss is a lecherous old pervert. I wear this for no one's enjoyment but my own." She inhales sharply as he briskly places his fingers over the string on the side of her soft, feminine hips. Sae bites her lower lip and looks up in the eyes of the light draped shirtless thief leaning against her.
He aggressively presses his lips down on to hers. This was obviously not how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to interview a criminal today, not get her mouth assaulted by the tongue of one. She swore when she graduated that she would be chained down to no man, and yet, here she was, being tasted and savored by one, sensitive bits pinched and pawed at like some kind of whore.
He continues feeling her up, letting his hands drift up and down her trim, athletic figure, sculpted by years of religiously adhered-to cardio routines. Her full, round, buxom breasts, groped under her bra, leading to a series of small, cute whines from the prosecutor. Her wrath dwindling, replaced now with greed for more of his touch.
He put his entire weight down on her, pinning her shoulders to the table. A hushed whisper of "Oh fuck..." eeks out of Sae's mouth. Her face is now entirely flushed red.
"You like to be treated a little rough, don't you Ms. Prosecutor?" He says in an, intimidating growl. She can feel his hot breath tickling her chest. He's close enough now, that she can hear his quiet exhales leave his lungs. Everything about his presence eminated POWER, an unstoppable force of will.
Sae Niijima the lawyer hated his brash attitude and his utter lack of respect for her boundaries. Sae the woman however, was so blown away with sexual need that it almost hurt. To be grabbed, to be... HAD in such a way, bypassed the logic center of her brain. The horny side of her was now on the driver's seat.
She blushes nervously, panties dripping wet, thighs shivering with core shaking arousal. As he unzips his pants to reveal his weapon of choice, she flashes a toothy, half-crazed smile.
Joker presses the advantage, Sae's panties now sliding down to her calves. He wouldn't dare, Sae thought. I'm a respected attorney, admired in my field for my professionalism. I won't be splayed open and split in half like some kind of exhibitionist harlot!
And yet that's pretty much exactly what Joker did to her. Laid out like his property, presented in blushing, doe-eyed optimism as a virgin on her wedding night. Shackled, pressed upon by the larger, stronger male presence, clothes ripped open and disheveled. Her long silver hair grew messy, and it was only going to get messier before the day was done.
Unhindered, this version of Sae Niijima was no longer concerned with her career, or her reputation only with getting ploughed by the handsome thief in front of her. A young man to be sure, but with the strength and maturity of a man twice his elder. Developed, masculine arms and chest, perfect for grabbing and coveting the female form, and chistled abs that set her spirit and loins ablaze. His brow, sweaty with an intense gaze, bolstered by a failed shot of "truth serum", now only served to spark his appetite. She resented the off-hand remarks from her superiors about her need to find a husband. But a handsome, eager-to-please boy toy? Now that was something she could get behind. Of course the taboo of a lawyer hooking up with a man she's supposed to be putting behind bars did nothing to quell the yearning in her.
He chuckles, holding his hand out in front of her, boastfully. "You have no idea what these hands have done..." he says, bringing one hand around her delicate, pendant adorned neck, gently applying pressure. His other hand playfully walking its way down her stomach, before fearlessly diving underneath the dainty black fabric that barely concealed her womanhood. Rubbing her pink clitoris like microfiber gloves rubbing dust off of fragile white china.
He holds the finger responsible for the deed up for her to see. Slick with the product of her sexual fervor, the fluid he drew from her. He boldly licks his finger and smiles—her lungs quake in shock at this dirty act. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying this," Ren says, gleefully reminding her of the vulnerable position she occupied. Her pussy contracts out of reflex, pelvis pressing up against his.
She's ready. Mentally, she still has preoccupation, physically, she needed it now more than ever. The slight crackle in her throat, the look of want in her eyes. They said "please fuck me" the way words couldn't right now.
Then he did.
The first contact was awkward and slow, giving Joker just the moment he needed to slide her thong to the side, pushing his hard instrument into her. Sweet burning agony, wetness drizzled his cock from the moment of entry. More concerned with the sensations and emotions involved with the act than the clinical aspect, Sae's mind quickly drowned in happy chemicals, swirling around in a haze of heavenly "ooh's" and "ah's".
It was a proper cock, the likes of which could never be duplicated by synthetic materials. This pulsing, throbbing warm meat, how.... correct it all felt. As sweat beads down Sae's forehead, she sighs with invigorating satisfaction.
Ren knew just the way to handle a beautiful woman such as this. His fingernails dig into the soft fat of her breasts. He speaks in a low, menacing tone. "Your heart, your desires, the source of all your needs as a woman... they are all MINE now...."
These words drove Sae off the deep end, making her delirious with love-drunk hysteria. Her voice cracks as her mind is burning with indefatigable want. The noises coming from the silver haired beauty could not be repeated in polite public. A cry, instinctual, almost animal-like in it's volume and intensity.
Skin against skin, organ inside of organ, any attempt to get closer would be impossible. They both grunt and whimper as wet membranes slide and collide into mind exploding bliss.
He grabs Sae's hips, possessively pulling them back towards him after each rhythmic thrust sends her forward. Despite her trim, toned figure, a healthy jiggle still accompanied each bounce of her body. A special collagen moisturizer left her with stunning, glowing, flawless skin, a feature which Joker appreciated to great lengths.
"No more," she says with withered breath.
"Yes more," he says before hungrily smothering her attempts at gathering air with a deep kiss.
The cuffs made everything just a little more intense. For Sae, the feeling of being trapped and under the perilous control of a potentially dangerous fugitive left her drooling and desperate to be pile-driven by thick dick. And for Ren, the sight of a the helpless Prosecutor, restrained and wrapped up in sexy black lingerie for him to unwrap like a present, would fuel countless boners and late night fantasies for years to come, on top of the world-class pussy he would already be receiving.
Fantasy and reality bled together for Sae. "Oh fuck, use me... use me for sex, damnit! Use my body for your own sick, selfish pleasures, you fiend!"
Ren smirked in disbelief at the horny words coming out of this girl's mouth. If only he knew sooner that he was being interrogated by an absolute freak. "You're getting fucked by the most wanted man in the country," he says relishing the moment, taking this chance to pick up the pace of his piercing attack on her.
"Yes, Yes! Fuck me, Joker!" Sae says, pulling at the tightly locked cuffs. In this moment, she did not want to be freed, but desperately needed to test her binds, the restriction playing a key role in the rapidly approaching avalanche of an orgasm inevitably tumbling her way. She also ached to take his body for her own carnal satisfaction. Sweat trickled down his rock hard abs. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, torturously just out of reach.
She wanted this feeling every moment of every day. She wanted him to come into her room at night, bend her over and viciously hump her like a dog with a stuffed toy. Her legs hang helplessly off the side of the table as she gets run through. He lets out a masculine grunt as sweat trickles down his sculpted back, punctuated each time he re-enters her. The voracity with which he pounded her soft, tender flesh frightened her. He greedily reaches out with strong grip, and takes possession of her by the waist.
"I must own you, Sae Niijima. Let me take what is mine and I will show you pleasures immeasurable. Your beauty is unmatched," He leans down to kiss her chest and neck, breathing hot passion onto her bust. "...And I WILL take what I want from you if I must..." He traps the bud of her nipple beneath his lips, savoring the cute whimpers she makes in response. His tongue swirls with shameless lust around these plump, perky features.
Sae speaks with horny inflection. "Oh god... You're determined to prove that both your physical prowess and your will is stronger than mine. You know this is wrong, but you don't care, do you? You're not content with just stealing my heart. You aim to steal the rest of me too, including my body! You plan to conquer and covet this flesh like one of your precious treasures, aren't you?"
He speaks in a low, breathy tone, without a shred of jest, one hundred percent seriousness. "That's right, baby... I'm gonna steal this tight pussy of yours."
Like a shot of adrenaline straight to the brain, Sae's clitoris swells at the thought of Joker's plan to dominate her completely. Her hips buck and her legs spread wider on reflex. She wiggles her hips, signifying her submission to his will. "Then take it, you incredible beast of a man! Show me that your desires will not be constrained by the rules of society!"
He laughs, plunging his hard member past her lower lips time and time again. "How does it feel to be the one apprehended for once? I bet you dream of a delinquent like me getting fed up with your 'agent of justice' crap, spreading you out, and destroying your cunt, huh? I bet all the inmates you put away drool at the thought of getting to impale this sexy piece of ass."
Her breath becomes ragged, her thoughts grow hazy. "Yeah, oh fuck yeah, force yourself on me, dammit! Slap me around like a drunken whore!"
He slaps her across the face. "That's right, bitch. Your hot body belongs to me!"
She just grits her teeth and dares him to do it again. "Yes! YES! Rape me, you dirty fucking criminal!"
The pleasure roller coaster reaches it's peak, sending the two down a slipstream of climaxing nirvana. The final 20 seconds of sex is nothing but incoherent, otherworldly, moaning utterances, followed by the dumping exchange of genetics.
These actions could not be undone. After this sensual, deeply personal and intimate moment they shared, Sae could never look at Ren the same way, nor could he to her. Sae flops down onto the table, ribs expanding for each intake of air. Drops of sweat, mostly his, drizzled in aimless patterns along her torso. A little bit of semen drips out of her, a sign of his marked territory.
Ren walks over to the wall and flips the lights back on, revealing that this was not an interrogation room, but, in fact, Sae's personal office. He undoes her cuffs and plants a loving peck on her cheek. "I'm glad to see you getting so into it," he says with a chuckle. "So then, was your fantasy adequately fulfilled?"
"Yes..." is all Sae can say with depleted breath. Her mind blown, her world shattered, she stares off into space, about 40 IQ points temporarily fucked out of her. "Holy shit...."
Indeed, the interrogation was not real, nor was anyone's life in danger. But the sex, and the resulting flood of endorphins that accompanied it, was all very real.
Ren caressed the chin of his lover, more than willing to satiate the kinky desires running through the beautiful young lawyer's mind on any given day. Of course, in the event of a real interrogation with a real fugitive, she would conduct herself with the same professionalism she always does, rather than blushing like a schoolgirl.
She smiles, regaining some of her coherent thoughts. "That thing you did, when you ripped my shirt open, and you had that menacing look on your eyes... oh god, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Thanks, I aim to please," Ren says with cocky candor. He always was good at improvising in the bedroom, but he often went above and beyond what Sae was even capable of dreaming up.
Even after several months of dating, the refreshing, adventerous feeling didn't seem to fade for her. "I still can't believe I'm having sex with the leader of the Phantom Thieves. It seems almost unreal."
Ren retorts, "I can't believe I'm having sex with a woman a decade my senior, especially the one that had me locked up."
She raises an eyebrow. "So do you have a thing for older women or something?"
"Only if they're hot."
Sae laughs. "Ha! That's an acceptable answer."
Ren sighs, "You were right, Sae. It's always more fun when the handcuffs come out." Sae was never really a fan of any of that bdsm stuff, but power play was right up her alley, the feeling of helplessness, and the commanding presence of a stong-willed man setting heat to her southern comfort.
Sae leans back into her office chair and relaxes her arms behind her head. The sweat and heat of her blood pumping kept her warm, despite the slight chill to her room, as well as her scant undergarments. "That was fun," She says with an appearance of contentment. "We should definitely role play more often."
Ren pours himself a glass of water from the pitcher on her shelf, dehydrated from the rampant exertion he undertook with his mistress a few minutes ago. "Do you require anything else, my love? A sensual massage perhaps?"
Sae grabs her pants from off the ground and slips them up her long legs. "Yeah, go to the Triple Seven and pick me up some coffee and a pack of smokes. Chop chop!" Sae clapped her hands together in a nonchalant manner. Ren laughs, only to discover after a few seconds of silence that she was not jesting. Seems plugging the void that his girlfriend ached to be filled did not grant him leeway in regards to her daily coffee runs. He was a man now, but she certainly never wasted an opportunity to treat him like her younger.