REQUESTED BY: EmmaMarks9

A/N: I can't believe I've never done one for the baby boi yet! Enjoy some sweet-and-spicy time with Naegi!

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The lights were dimmed to a perfect muted atmosphere for the two occupants of the bedroom. It was a gorgeous night out, and the curtains shielding you from the night sky outside swayed gently with the AC unit.

For their tenth reunion, the whole class had gotten together and were spending the night in a luxury hotel (on Togami's dime, of course). There had been much laughter and boozing at the restaurant earlier in the evening, and as the night winded down, you and Makoto had walked to your hotel room in a rosy afterglow. The two of you had drank only enough to feel a pleasant buzz tugging at the back of your minds, still giggly and happy from the previous events.

You hadn't seen him in ages; he looked even more handsome than he had on the day of your graduation. And now here he was with you, his eyes soft and full of an emotion you couldn't quite place.

Your emotions had been building all night, from the moment you arrived at the restaurant until now. Something that you'd repressed for ten years had been sparking, a connection with the man that surely he felt too. It built and built -- until it burst in a passionate kiss between you two.

The two of you embraced tenderly as he kissed you, your lips melding together as if they were made for that sole purpose. Curious, shy tongues darted out to taste one another, followed by equally-shy, breathless groans as the two of you tumbled onto your bed.

Makoto pulled away for a moment, caught in awe at the sight of you. Your hair fanned about you like a (h/c) halo on the blankets, your lips kiss-swollen and (lipstick/color) from the lipstick you'd worn earlier. Your eyes were half-lidded and burned with an inner fire that sent shivers down his back.

"Beautiful," he murmured, tenderly tracing his fingertips across your cheek. "Absolutely beautiful."

You leaned into his touch with a smile, your eyelids fluttering shut as your long lashes kissed your soft cheeks.

Makoto's hand slipped down your face, trailing down your neck, until he got to the collar of your blouse. A chic (f/c) shirt with (white/black) slacks, just so incredibly like you that he hesitated at the hem.

Your hand reached over to cup his, your eyes locking together. Your smile still on your face, you guided his hand to the button of your slacks to undo them. He swallowed as the zipper slowly came down, and his hands seemed to shake as he slid them down your legs.

Your shapely legs, soft and supple flesh that squeezed gently in his hand. Your panties were a satiny (f/c) fabric, although he wanted to save that for later.

For now, he glanced back up to your blouse. He traced the bottom hem of the garment before pushing it up, past your stomach, past your ribs, past your bra -- and you slid your arms upward to help him take it fully off.

The blouse dropped to the bed, and he was left with you, clad only in your nude-colored bra and (f/c) panties. Your breasts fully filled the cups, looking so soft and inviting, and as you shifted your legs about, he could barely see the curvature of your ass.

He swallowed again, overcome with a sudden arousal.

You noticed where his eyes landed and you gave him a wink, reaching back to unclip the bra. You pulled it from your shoulders, letting your breasts sag freely.

"Can I...?"

"Do whatever you want," you encouraged, taking hold of his hand and pulling it to one mound. "I trust you."

He nodded, and when your hand left his, he began to carefully knead. Fascinated, he watched as your knees knocked together, your head tilting back as a breathy moan escaped your throat when his thumb pressed and rolled your nipple.

"Makoto," you gasped when his head dipped to the other. "Oh--"

He smiled against the bud, pressing his lips to the areola in a tender kiss. His tongue darted out to swirl about the rising peak, satisfied in feeling you melt into the bedsheets.

Your voice quivered when he pulled away, trailing his mouth down your chest, past your belly button, down to the dip of your hips. A trail of kisses left in his wake, he teased the hem of your panties with his teeth.

"Don't tease me so," you whined, giving him a playful glare. "You're still dressed!"

"You're right," he chuckled in reply, pulling back.

He unbuttoned the white dress shirt and shrugged it off, enjoying the way your eyes drank in his muscled form with new thirst. Next came his belt, unbuckled and left hanging so that he could unzip his dress pants.

As soon as the zipper came down and they were pushed past his thighs, the noticeable tent in his boxers made you giggle.

"Is that a banana in there, or are you as excited as I am?" You joked, sitting up and reaching for it.

"That was a bad joke, (y/n)," he said with amusement as he stepped out of his pants.

"Maybe so, but you aren't denying anything." You poked the tip of his covered dick with your index finger, and he bit his lip.

You peeled his boxers down, and his cock sprang forth, already standing mostly-erect and begging for attention. You happily gave it, leaning in to take the head in your mouth.

Immediately, Makoto let out a drawn-out groan, one hand resting on the back of your head as you began to suck him off.

Your head bobbed, your tongue teasing the underside before darting back to swirl along its length. While you hadn't had much experience in ten years, you'd had a fling or two in your day. This very technique had driven one of your exes crazy.

It seemed to work just as well on Makoto, as the man could hardly keep himself from grunting low in his throat, the timbre sending pleasurable sparks straight to your own groin. You moaned around him, the vibrations making his fingers tense up in your hair.

"Shit, (y/n)," he moaned, hissing through clenched teeth. "Stop, stop -- I don't want to cum yet."

You hummed in agreement, pulling off of him and licking your lips.

He leaned in to kiss you, pushing you gently down onto the bed again. One of his hands went straight for your panties, teasing the hem of the undergarment before slipping in, teasing at your lower lips.

You gasped into his mouth when his thumb found your clit, his middle finger parting your lips before sinking in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held tight, your eyes clenched shut from the arousal pooling in your core.

His thumb momentarily left your button to push his index in, the two fingers squirming and scissoring together in your depths. Every so often they would brush up against a softer, spongier part of your pussy that made you whimper, arching your back and pressing your chest flush against his.

He chortled against your mouth at this reaction, gently scrubbing a finger against that spot. The reaction was instantaneous, your body squirming and bucking against his hand with a soft cry.

"I'll have to remember that spot for later," he muttered when your kiss broke.

You rolled your eyes and huffed a laugh. "You've gotten bolder, Makoto Naegi. I didn't expect you to be so skilled at this. Got any secrets to spill?"

"I could say the same for you, (y/n) (l/n)," he teased right back, arching an eyebrow as he pushed in a third. The stretch was pleasant, not quite uncomfortable. "I don't quite recall you being quite so eager to please back in high school. What might have changed?"

You hummed a non-committal reply, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes when he spread out his fingers inside you. "Comes with age, I suppose."

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek when he withdrew his hand from your panties, and you shivered at the viscous liquid stringing between his fingers like a fine silken web. He popped one finger into his mouth and hummed at the taste, licking it clean with a devilish smirk before pulling your panties down.

As soon as you kicked them away (landing somewhere on the floor), Makoto knelt between your legs and held his dick with one hand, the other resting on your hip. His thumb pressed gentle circles into the flesh there as he rubbed the head at your lips, coaxing them open.

You made a breathy keen as they parted, allowing him to sink in. Your hands gripped at the sheets when the entire head of his dick disappeared.

Makoto let out a drawn-out breath, looking down at you with that same look again. Only this time, with the heat garnered between you two, you knew what it was -- you felt the same exact way.

His hand once again traced your cheek, and you turned your head to press dainty kisses along his fingers. His thumb traced your lower lip, a soft smile on his own face.

"You're beautiful," he repeated quietly, watching your chest heave up and down gracefully.

"You are too," you replied, lashes fluttering as the last of his dick sank into your inviting heat. Your lips parted, and a sigh slipped past, light and content.

His hand left your cheek and instead came to rest on yours, his fingers interlacing in yours. Slowly, he began to move his hips, and the friction elicited a quiet moan from both of you.

His hips rocked back and forth, gently slapping against yours. You both connected in the most intimate way, your bodies joining together and becoming almost one entity. Your rhythm became easier as you grew used to it.

You gripped his hand tenderly, gazing up into his face. Sweat had begun to bead on his cheeks and chest, and his breath came in pants from his agape, deeply-pink lips. He caught you staring and smiled, sending a streak of warmth through you.

Grunting, Makoto angled his hips to hit against that spot again -- and suddenly you were yelling out, momentarily forgetting that you were in a hotel room. He kissed you deeply to swallow your cries, pulling on your leg to hoist it over his shoulder.

Your lips broke apart and you gasped, "Makoto-- I love you."

His pace stuttered a bit for a second, but in the next his eyes were warm and doting, and he was murmuring against your skin, "I love you too."

Tears, not from sadness, but pure arousal, prickled at your eyes, and you kissed him again, lost in the momentary spike of happiness that rose its head from his soft admission.

All too soon, he was moaning against you, your own climax clenching and gripping tighter on his cock. A groaned "Coming," and he was stilling himself inside, as deep as he could go. You felt warm liquid filling you, and in that moment you swore you'd never felt so content, so fulfilled in your life.

A rosy afterglow dusted upon you as you lay there together, sweaty, tired, yet satisfied. The subtle chill of the AC fanned over your bodies, sweet drowsiness lulling you both into slumber.

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A/N: Damn, I didn't expect it to get so lovey. Well, hey, it's Makoto. It's gonna be lovey.

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