Prompt: Maid to Laugh (Persona) (Patreon)

 Summary: Concerned for his maid/teacher/girlfriend's health from working two jobs, Akira tries to help Sadayo Kawakami smile again, and maybe hear her moan a bit too. Includes: Tickling, Foot worship, and Footjob.

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Akira tried not to let the worry reach his eyes. He tried to hide his frown behind a confident smile, but even the infamous thief found it hard to deceive his lover.

The young man had been dating Sadayo Kawakami, his teacher, for weeks now, and he loved her with all of his heart. She made it clear she returned those feelings with passionate kisses and heartwarming smiles, but eventually those smiles began to fade.

She was coming to his home late, tired and fatigued, clearly in need of rest. He had stopped asking her to help him, but she insisted on being his maid. 

Even now, after doing her best to clean his room, Sadayo laid on his bed with a tired smile. “Anything else I can do for you, Master?” she asked, her voice light, even as fatigue shined in her eyes.

Working two jobs was taking a toll on her, and Akira had to find a way to help. An idea soon popped into his mind, and he grinned. If she wanted to treat him as her Master, then he’d play the role.

“Actually, yes.” He wanted to see a real smile from her, to hear her laugh again. He couldn’t just command such things, of course, then it wouldn’t be real, but he could use his position to his advantage. “I want to play a game with you.”

“A game?” she repeated, and he nodded his head.

“Yes. I want you to place your feet on my lap and let me play with them.” Immediately her eyes widened, and a scarlet blush consumed her cheeks. 

“Y-you want…?” Her eyes darted down to her feet as her brow rose. She seemed confused by the statement, before she quickly became distrusting. 

It wasn’t like Akira was offended by that, though. He had been known to be a bit of a liar, and he certainly wasn’t above messing with his girlfriend if he could get away with it.

She looked at him with a small, thin frown as she rubbed her thighs together, keeping her legs closed. “N-no way! Not happening,” she declared, but he expected as much. Thankfully, he knew how to coerce an agreement from his girlfriend.

“Then how about this? I’ll keep playing with your feet until you tell me to stop. The longer you last, the more I’ll pay you, on top of what I’m already paying.” Her eyes widened as he allowed an arrogant smirk to form on his face. She blushed at the authoritative, commanding gleam in his eyes.

The older woman pondered the deal for a moment. Akira knew what he was doing. He was exploiting her weakness. He knew she needed the cash. She bit her lower lip as she found little reason to keep fighting with him. 

She glanced at him and nodded her head. “A-alright, but don’t get any funny ideas, alright? You better not doing anything perverted, got it?” 

“You have my promise.” He lied, of course.

The two sat on the bed together and Sadayo placed her feet on his lap as she stared at him. He smiled at her, before he took her shoes and socks off. The footwear came off slowly, falling to the ground with a loud ‘thump.’ Then her pristine, white socks came off, slowly pulled off of her feet. 

One after the other, until her feet were naked on his legs. His fingers gently stroked them, enjoying the flawless skin. Sadayo let out a tiny squeak, sitting on the edge of her metaphorical seat as his fingers gently caressed her. She wasn’t sure what he was planning, but she knew she wouldn’t like it.

Akira intended on surprising her on that.

He played it safe, quietly petting her feet until she relaxed. Sadayo eventually closed her eyes, finding his stroking fingers to be rather soothing.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmm… Actually, it does.”

“Relaxing?”  She nodded her head as his fingers dug into the soles of her feet, rubbing the tired muscles, unwinding the tension and evaporating the aching pain they had been afflicted with. “You deserve a break, Kawakami-san.”

“Mmm, maybe…” She leaned her head back against the wall, taking a long breath.

“How does this feel?” He pushed his fingers against a particularly tense part of her foot, pressing down on it with both thumbs. Akira watched as she bit her lower lip, quivering for a moment.

“W-wow, that feels really good.”

“Good, good.” He kept dragging her down into the soothing sensation, loving the peaceful serenity overtaking her.

His fingers kept playing with Sadayo’s feet, gently stroking and rubbing each little toe before sliding back to rub her ankle, before he suddenly began to tickle her. 

The change was swift, and sudden, and his teacher’s eyes opened as she jumped where she sat. “H-hey, what are you-?”

Akira flashed a predatory grin, before he attacked Sadayo, tickling her without mercy or compassionate. The older woman tried to keep her mouth shut, only to burst out laughing, unable to stop herself. She moved her one of her legs back, only to remember their deal.

She tried to glare at her boyfriend, only to succumb to another fit of laughter. She hugged herself, snickering and snorting as she fought the urge to pull her legs away from Akira. Instead she kicked and flailed her legs at him, lightly hitting him as she laughed.

“St-” Sadayo bit her lower lip, trying to breathe through her giggles. She couldn’t tell him to stop, or she’d lose out on a lot of yen. Instead she just surrendered herself, not even trying to hold back her laughter by now.

“Something wrong, Sadayo-chan?” he teased, earning another kick. He stopped suddenly, and the older woman actually thought he was finished, only for his fingers to gently trace lines down the bottoms of her feet.

Her body twitched, jerking as she let out quick, little snickers. He was teasing her! Not tickling her enough to make her laugh, but just enough where she could barely breathe! 

“I-I’m going to fail you on your next exam for th-hihs!” she squeaked as he attacked her once again, full force tickling. No mercy. He even grabbed her left foot with one hand, keeping it still as his fingers wiggled back and forth.

He kept this up for a few minutes, tickling Sadayo again and again, driving her wild with such a simple wave of his fingers. She flailed wildly, kicking at him with one foot as she slapped a hand over her mouth to try and keep her voice down. Her muffled laughter still tickled Akira’s ears, as his teacher’s hand became wet with her own saliva.

Finally the tickle torment came to a stop, and Sadayo went limp, her hands falling to the bed as she struggled to catch her breath. Tiny, weak giggles slipped out of her mouth as she glared at the young man.

“Y-you…”

“Me,” he replied, before he suddenly bent forward. SAdayo watched him press his lips against her foot, gently kissing her big toe, before slowly moving up her leg, stopping just halfway up her knee. He went back down again, kissing his way down her body.

He went from massaging her feet, to tickling, to now practically worshipping them. Sadayo watched incredulously as Akira kissed her other foot, gently pressing his lips against it again as again. He seemed to draw lines on her skin with his lips, as if she was his work of art…

The worst part was how… nice it felt to be worshipped like that. As a maid and as a teacher, Kawakami always felt like she was around for other people, that what she did was always to serve someone else. Now here was a man, handsome and kind, who put her first.

It felt good, even as her face burned with embarrassment. She was just beginning to catch her breath when suddenly Akira was tickling her again, driving her into another fit of laughter. She suddenly lost control, and that… that felt good to, she was ashamed to admit.

Was it Akira? Was he doing this? Somehow driving her wild as he played with her like some kind of toy? Questions ran through her mind, only to vanish as Akira drove his toy to a laughter, giggling and snorting like she was some kind of child. It was shameful, and to apologize he would go back to massaging her feet, rubbing away any soreness and leaving her feeling like she was floating on a cloud.

There was a euphoria to the chaos, and Sadayo’s face turned an even brighter shade of red as she realized just how wet her pussy was. Her juices stained her white panties as her face burned with embarrassment and shame. She couldn’t catch her breath, even when he wasn’t tickling her…

The pleasurable massages just made her weak in the knees, trembling for the firm, expert touch of her boyfriend…

That’s when she noticed something that made her jaw drop. The tent Akira was currently sporting under his pants. He was hard! He was hard from playing with her feet, and that gave Sadayo an unfamiliar rush.

It made her spine tingle and her heart pound as she suddenly pulled her legs away from him. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop her this time as she uttered a question.

“D-do you want me to do something about that?” she asked, her voice a hushed whisper.

Akira glanced towards his crotch, and she could see his own cheeks glow a faint shade of red. The calm and collected thief was blushing, clearly embarrassed from being caught.

“Take it out,” his teacher commanded him. “P-please.” She swallowed spit down her throat as her face continued to burn with shame. Akira gave her a teasing smile, before he obeyed. 

His cock was soon free, standing tall and erect for both to see. For a moment, Sadayo didn’t know what to do. She just sat there, ogling it, taking in every detail, every vein, every throbbing inch of it, before she took her foot and rubbed it against Akira’s shaft.

He went stiff for a moment, sucking in air through his teeth as her toes rubbed against his penis. Her big toe went up and down the length of his cock, slowly stroking it, caressing it as her other foot nuzzle against the base of it.

Both were inexperienced, neither seemed entirely sure of what they were doing, but both wanted to take that leap. They could see it in each other’s eyes. The same desire. The same hunger. 

The raven-haired student’s eyes widened as he watched his lover’s hands reach between her legs. She moved her skirt, giving him a show as she slipped a hand under her panties and pushed a finger into her. She thrusted it in and out, her moans growing louder as she added another finger. 

Akira sat back and enjoyed himself as Sadayo went to work. As her fingers fucked her tight pussy, her feet rubbed up and down the cock, even squeezing it between her two feet. It wasn’t easy, but she did her best, and it was clear it was having an effect on the couple. Their breaths were low as both trembled from the pleasure.

He moaned as his dick was sandwiched between her feet, before they began to lightly smack his shaft, pushing it down and knocking the flesh tower back and forth. The two watched it bounce back into place, pointed towards the ceiling as Akira’s breath became more shallow.

“I-if you keep that up-”

“I know… I want you to let go. Cum all over me.” The next word out of her lips pushed Akira over the edge. It was such a simple word, but hearing it being spoken by his teacher, with her feet around his cock, it was all too much for the iron-willed thief. “Master…”

He came, and his seed shot in streams. Jets of cum shot towards the ceiling, before raining down on the two, falling onto Akira’s crotch, his bed, and most importantly, Sadayo Kawakami’s feet.

The feeling of her lover’s cum on her body drove the teacher over the edge. She came, right after her boyfriend, and her own juices splattered onto her fingers and even onto her boyfriend’s bed. Their cum stained the sheets as the two fell down, laying on their backs as they waited for their hearts to stop racing.

Their eyes met as their hearts finally began to settle down. Both were blushing, both clearly embarrassed, but before she could say anything, Akira moved. He began to wipe his hands against his girlfriend’s feet, wiping them clean of his seed, before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her big toe.

Another kiss here, another quick peck there. Sadayo watched with stunned eyes as her boyfriend continued to clean her feet of his seed. Once done, he looked at her, an eager smile on her face as Sadayo found words failing er. 

“How was it?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“It was’... It was perfect,” Sadayo commented. She licked her lips, staring into her boyfriend’s eyes.

“Would you… want to do it again?” 

Sadayo giggled, resting her head back as she smiled at Akira. “I’d love to, Master…”