Ansatsu Kyōshitsu / Assassination Classroom - Temptation - Karma x Manami

Summary: When our favorite poison glasses tries to do something nice for our devilish prince. Karmanami / Karma x Manami

I don't own Assassination Classroom or else I would have spammed that thing with so many Karmanmi scenes.

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

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Temptation

HappyFace1886

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When Karma entered inside his apartment, he wasn’t surprised to see the lights turned off. It was late into the evening, but while most future blushing brides would eagerly wait for their fiancé’s return from work, his little lady preferred working late into the night at the labs. A smile played on his lips at that thought. It would actually be more appropriate to say that Okuda probably forgot the time again, having become completely absorbed with her work.

However, this was not like any other ordinary night.

Karma flicked the switch on and felt every atom of his body freeze at the sight of the scantily clad maid kneeling before him near the entrance of his humble abode.

Okuda had her hands placed in front of her as she provided him with a traditional bow on her knees, the thin and short material of her top pressing together her breasts together to provide a tempting view as she lowered her head demurely before him. There was a heavy blush on her face as she kept her eyes glued to the ground. “Welcome back... y-young master.”

Words failed him and he could only stare.

No...

This had to be a dream.

Wait, did he even have dreams like this?

Granted, he had many a fantasy of Okuda and her cute little lab coat... okay, more like Okuda wearing nothing but her cute little lab coat... but a maid?

Seeing as though Karma wasn’t moving, Okuda immediately got her feet and Karma’s sharp eyes immediately caught sight of her long creamy legs flashing quite scandalously at him with the movement. The short skirt she wore with the cute lace apron did nothing to hide her from him and only seemed to add to the mesmerizing curves that his eyes wanted to follow. There were even white little cuffs wrapped around her wrist.

...it was bad enough that Okuda was a walking fetish with her glasses and braids, but gods... this one had to take the cake.

“Okuda,” he managed to croak out, his eyes turned somewhere else as he struggled to control himself. Count backwards. Or remember the terror filled eyes of his subordinates and sempais’ from work. Yeah, that seemed to work a little bit. Karma’s eyes peered back at where Okuda was and found himself straight back to where he started. “....what are you wearing?”

The flustered look on her face deepened and she looked about ready to blurt everything out. To Karma’s amusement and bemusement, she seemed to swallow it down and whisper what suspiciously sounded like ‘stay in character, stay in character!’ before she took in a deep breath. “M-Manami h-has been d-d-diligently waiting for her m-master to come back! Is master d-displeased?”

This was not good.

Not good at all.

On one hand, Karma wanted nothing more than to pounce on her. To hungrily take what was being so innocuously offered to him. Who cared about the reason why she was acting like this? This was every man’s fantasy’s come to life and he hadn’t even known he had a fantasy like this until he saw her wearing that cute little maid outfit!

....on the other hand, the sadist in him was simmering with delight at how cutely submissive she was. Okuda was always the shy type, but she was generally blunt and oblivious to everything. Even if he tried to tease her, she always seemed to take him literally and rarely got embarrassed over things like Nagisa would. He had been taken off guard when he’d first entered the apartment, but now that he’d recovered, this situation certainly brought some... promise.

A smile teased his lips and he sauntered closer to her, placing a hand on her head. He added a rub or two for good measure. “Master is very happy with Manami-chan.”

There was a look of pure delight on her face and Karma resisted the urge to smother her with kisses. Soon, he silently promised as Okuda proceeded to take his bag and coat from him. “Manami made dinner for master! Please-eep!”

The rest of her words were lost as Karma caught her by the waist, pulling her back until she was pressed flushed against his chest. He nuzzled into her, enjoying the sweet scent of her hair. “But master wants something more than dinner.” He felt the shiver run down her spine hard when he took the shell of her ear between his teeth. “Manami-chan looks much more appetizing.”

“M-Master,” she gasped, almost dropping his coat and bag when she felt his hands kneading her hip and stomach, one hand threatening to crawl underneath the near skin-tight shirt she was wearing. Heat was spiraling all over her body and her legs trembled when she felt his searing breath against her ear. “But-.”

“I thought I was the master?” he purred, kissing her exposed nape and loving her sweet mewls. Karma reached up and grabbed the front of her shirt, deciding that the material was way too tight to go up from under. There was a loud squeak of mild protest from Okuda as Karma roughly jerked down her shirt, revealing pert breasts that bounced and fit perfectly under the palm of his hands.

“W-Wait, K-Karma,” her words were stuttered but it was hard to think, especially with the way he was rolling the sensitive mounds within his hands. His thumb and forefinger toyed with her nipples, gently pinching and rubbing them underneath the pads of his calloused fingers. When her legs threatened to give away, she felt his knee pressing between her legs from behind, easily slipping in between the weakened limbs where he then proceeded to grind his knee up her rapidly dampening core.

His bag and coat went tumbling down from her hands as one hand went to brace herself against the wall while the other pressed her knuckles into her mouth, a poor attempt to stifle her moans as the combined sensation of his grinding knee and the hands on her nipples threatened to push her off edge. Her stubborn will was the only thing keeping her anchored, but it was only a matter of time before she became undone.

“Bad girl,” Karma crooned into her ear, loving how hard she struggled to keep herself together. “Not only did you call your master by his name, you actually dropped his things as well. How shall I punish you now?”

His words barely registered in her head, but she still managed to speak. “A-Anyway K-Karma-sama wants.”

It was only logical, after all, for the master to choose what the punishment would be and Karma could immediately tell the reasoning behind her words. Okuda wouldn’t be herself if she wasn’t always so straight forward and blunt. However, as his lips curled into a smirk, he wondered if she realized the exact nuances of her words.

“Is that so?” he trailed his lips from her ear and to her throat, laving the soft skin with his tongue. “Then I say a spanking is in order.”

“H-Huh?” her mind was in a haze as Karma hadn’t stopped once his ministration even in the midst of speaking. Still, she willingly followed when he abruptly grabbed her wrist and began to guide her deeper into the apartment. He sat down on one of the couches and had his hands splayed open, looking at her pointedly. “Kar-.”

“Master,” Karma corrected with a teasing smile and Okuda immediately looked embarrassed.

“Master...”

“Good, good,” he said and gestured for her to come towards him. Okuda looked hesitant, unsure of what he wanted, before tentatively attempting to settle down beside him. However, he was having none of that. Karma grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward until her stomach was on top of his lap. She froze, stunned by the sudden change in position, and looked up over her shoulder with widened eyes.

“M-Master?”

“You did say that the master gets to choose the punishment,” he couldn’t hide the sing-song tone of voice and almost laughed at how endearing her surprised face was. Karma’s hand slid up the back of her thighs and casually pulled up her too-too short skirt as he did so, his hand now resting on her firm, round bottom as though it belonged there. “And I believe a spanking is fitting right now.”

He waited, trying to gauge her reaction, and could feel the throes of laughter bubbling in his throat again when Okuda determinedly turned her face away. “I-If master thinks Manami needs to be s-spanked, t-then she will be spanked!”

“Is that so?” he arched an eyebrow at her resolve, even though he could feel her tightly clutching onto the edges of his pants as she braced herself. Her entire form was taut on his lap and he could tell she was completely on edge.

SMACK!

There was a loud yelp and Okuda felt the sharp hot sting on her bottom. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes at the sensation and her mind was whirring with how things had gotten to this point. And yet, at the same time, a deep seated heat was curling in the bottom of her stomach. She felt so exposed and vulnerable while the body beneath her felt so firm and unyielding. Karma had never really stopped practicing his assassination skill despite all the years that had passed since their time at Class-E and right now, even though his clothes, she could feel the fine definitions of his toned body.

SMACK!

She released another pitiful yelp, her breathing turning ragged as she felt another sharp sting on the other cheek this time. Her entire body seemed to resonate with the tone of his voice, so deep and velvety soft. It sounded so soothing and sweet compared to the hot, throbbing pain from his hand.

“Just once more.” He cooed reassuringly.

SMACK!

“Ahh!” her body arched on top of his lap and she whimpered at the pain... and yet, there was a strange heat that felt as though it was spiraling out of control. Relief filled her as she realized she wasn’t going to be spanked anymore and she all but collapsed on Karma’s lap, breathing heavily and wanting nothing more than something nice and cool to stave off her poor abused bottom.

Karma readily absorbed the sight of Okuda panting and mewling before him, inwardly groaning at how his hardness was rubbing pointedly against her soft stomach. Gods, the things this woman made him feel. He gently turned her around and pulled her up, leaving her straddling his lap before pressed his lips harshly against her own.

The kiss was sloppy and wet, especially due to how harshly she’d been breathing during the brief moment she was being punished. She eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth, curling her own around his while she tried to please him with the desperation of a loving maid with her master. Okuda wetly broke the kiss, trailing her mouth down his jawline and onto his neck where she licked and sucked the delicious flesh that made her moan.

A light curse escaped Karma’s lips at how eagerly Okuda was trailing down his body, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt while her hands hungrily roved over his body. The moment she undid his belt and pants, he roughly pulled her up. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

Okuda moaned at the feel of the silken wet tip of his member pressing against her soaking core and grinded against it a few times, almost smiling at how Karma hissed at the sensation. She reached down and pushed her panties to the side, her legs spread wide open and willingly as she began to slid herself down on top of his smooth, hard cock. Inch by inch she felt him slid inside and her fingers dug into his shoulders, his own nails making indents into her hips as he urged her to go down faster.

All of the air in her chest seemed to escape her as she seated herself to the hilt. She felt so full and so warm, the name of her master tumbling out of her lips as she eagerly set forth a rhythm that left him growling her name. Okuda ran her hands up the back of his neck, her fingers lost in his red mane as she pulled him close, pressing her lips fervently into his. Karma easily returned the kiss, thrusting upward in synch with her hips, nearly digging his teeth into her bottom lip at how tightly she clutched onto him.

Fuck. She felt so wet and slick. Not to mention, with each bounce of her body, he could feel her bare breasts rubbing against his chest, the twin points of her nipples drawing rough and meandering lines against his skin left him even harder and wanting more.

“Karma!” she cried out, her arms wrapped around his neck as she clutched onto him tightly, desperately, as she finally reached the release her body had craved for so long. Okuda felt his hands keeping her steady as she rode out her orgasm and briefly lost all understanding of gravity as he flipped them over, keeping her pinned to the couch beneath them as he began a furious pace that left her crying his name for more.

Her luscious legs were wrapped around his hip and Karma’s mouth was latched onto her neck, sucking onto the skin and leaving behind a deep red mark that would linger for days. He couldn’t get enough of her taste or the tightness of her nether lips. Harder, faster, he wanted to claim each and every inch of her.

There was a second and loud desperate call of his name as he felt her cumming around him for a second time. Okuda’s walls tightened around him with a vice grip and he continued on for another thrust or three before he finally allowed himself to let go, crying out his lover’s name harshly into her ear as he released himself deeply inside of her.

She vaguely registered the searing and pleasant heat filling her to the brim from the inside. Her hips instinctively tilted itself higher, aligning itself with his as though she was trying to get more of him inside of her. Okuda murmured unintelligible words while she savored the feel him slowly and lazily skimming his lips over bare skin, her hand weaving and stroking his matted red hair.

“So,” he murmured playfully. “Master, hm?”

“I-It was... I... I w-wanted to do something nice for you a-and asked T-Takabayashi-kun for ideas,” she let out a sharp gasp when Karma, still intimately buried deep inside of her, took the moment to thrust his hips against her in response to another man’s name leaving her lips. Her legs tightened around his waist in response. “I-I couldn’t get in touch with the g-girls... so... I... ah....”

Slowly, the words were becoming lost on her as Karma persistently rocked his hips against hers. He licked his lips at the sight of her so pliant and willing beneath him. Not to mention, her bare and exposed breasts were still looking so tantalizing since the skin tight shirt was pressing them upward from beneath them.

“Next time you want to do something nice for me,” he purred while possessively running his hands down her legs, “come to me and let me know.”

He made a particularly hard thrust that left her crying out his name.

“I’ll let you know exactly what I want from you.”

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::Owari::

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AN: ...yup, this is my first post.