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Chapter 70: All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! – Chapter 67 – Shizuka Hiratsuka Wakes Up

When I open my eyes, he's still there.

It… It takes me a moment just to take it in. To watch his peaceful face as he rests under me, eyes closed, his lips barely open, just enough for his breath to pass through my hair and fill me with a warmth I hadn't felt in far too long that redoubles when I feel his arm possessively wrapped around my waist.

I can barely see him. He's… shades of grey, harsh lines only hinted at by the slight morning light filtering under my bedroom's door.

My cheek rests on his chest, and so does my open left hand, his warmth and heartbeat reassuring in their presence.

In telling me he's still here.

With me.

Something… My heart clenches before it flutters as I just process it. As I just allow myself to feel that hope I denied myself when he slept here with Iroha and me. I didn't have to with Haruno, not with everything still being untangled, with our relationship shifting and leaving me far more worried than at ease.

['It may not last. But I won't let it end,'] he told me right before he drifted off to sleep while I held him, while I rested my naked body on top of his.

… Sometimes, it's [really] hard to believe he's a teenager.

Which is a good thing! I mean, I'm already in big enough trouble with [Iroha] adding herself into this to even contemplate if I would ever be attracted to actual, regular teenagers, and not…

Not just [them].

But… It was only Haruno. Before them, it was only Haruno.

And she was anything [but] a regular teenager.

Does it make it better? Does it mean I'm at all justified in doing this with them, in letting them shower me with love and acceptance when I know they shouldn't? When I am the one adult in here that should be responsible enough to put a stop to this?

Should.

['Promise what, Haruno?'] I asked her. Yesterday.

['That he would force you to confront your ideals. Your belief in what's genuine. That he would hurt you. Wound you,'] she told me, utterly truthful and sincere in that way only Haruno can be when everything else is stripped away, and lavender eyes look at and inside of me.

So. Should.

Because I hurt Haruno because of a 'should.' Because I first fled from Hachi because of a 'should.' Because I… I hurt myself because of a 'should.'

Yet… I can't be satisfied with such an easy answer. I can't say I'm willing to throw away everything that is right just because of my personal feelings. I won't renounce… my beliefs. Who I am.

And I don't think that's what Haruno wants from me.

Because she… loves me. Haruno loves me, as hard as it was to accept after that first drunken kiss that had so much of Miki and my mistakes on it. Because Haruno fell for Shizuka Hiratsuka, bumbling, grumbling teacher extraordinaire who cares too much for her favorites and keeps crossing the line of what is appropriate when it comes to them, even before that line turned into… this one.

So. Confront my ideals. My belief in what's genuine. Hurt me. Wound me.

They already have. Again and again. Because, if I learned something from Miki and the string of failures that followed?

Only those you allow to be close to you have the power to hurt you.

Hachiman is still under me. Still breathing slowly and shallowly, his breath over my forehead an almost unnoticeable caress.

Still here. With me.

I… I try not to disturb him, not to wake him up from his peaceful rest, the one I wish he could always have, even as I feel like clutching him tighter and closer, my body almost shivering with the repressed need for contact and reassurance.

So weak, Shizuka. You were always so weak.

But I manage. I manage to get a grip on myself and keep staring up at him, my cheek resting on his bare chest, one that is currently embarrassingly well-defined, given what it means for Hachiman to keep up his exercising routine…

I should [not] rub my thighs together. That way leads to less introspection and [definitely] less restful slumber.

So…

So I look up at him.

At the… the peace he exudes. The one thing he so rarely shows while clothed and out of our reach.

And it is genuine.

My breath almost catches in my throat.

Because… these [are] my ideals. Not what I've always been told is right. Not what anybody else would think is. I never cared for that. I only… only wanted to help. To reach out. To allow others the chance to grow better and heal.

And Haruno knew.

Of course she did. Of course Haruno, of all people, would know.

And, even if she acted on impulse or with a second layer of plans and intentions that she could sell to her own convoluted set of issues as something she should be personally invested in… She also acted out of love.

For me.

My eyes sting, and I desperately want to hide my face on Hachiman's chest, to rub it side to side as he wakes up full of confusion and holds me tightly against his warmth.

The way we're lying right now, it feels like he's taller than me. And one day, he'll be.

The thought is still… uncomfortable. That the day is still years away, that he will grow up, yet still hasn't.

I want them all to be adults and for this tortuous knot of feelings to untangle into love and acceptance without any of the guilt.

But, in the meanwhile…

I look at him.

At Hachiman.

At my lover, the one who is doing for me what I've tried to do for so many others as I chased after broken people and lent an ear or a shoulder to my wayward, favorite students.

At the man I love.

And it is genuine.

Isn't that right, Haruno?

I close my eyes, allowing the last dredges of my own sleepiness to come back, to wash over the complicated mess of emotions still welling up inside of me at waking up in the embrace of a man who loves me and who I know would never lie to me about it.

The smile comes to my lips without me even realizing it. Not until my cheeks strain.

I still feel a bit like crying, though.

Because I'm Shizuka Hiratsuka, Christmas Cake, the Dark Teacher With a Dark History, and I shouldn't be this happy.

I…

I remember my call with Miki. When I told her.

How she laughed, how we cried, how we still left so many things unsaid.

How she told me to take them and never let go.

So I allow myself the small selfishness of moving my arm over Hachi's chest and grabbing his shoulder, hugging him as tightly as I dare as I move my thigh over him to [feel him], to [know] he's there in the clearest way I can—

He's hard.

[Of course he's hard].

It's morning, and he's a young, increasingly fit man who should have somewhat recovered from even yesterday's exertions, and [of course] I just brushed the inside of my left thigh all over the underside of a shaft that beats and throbs, and—

I… haven't done this in a while.

Because I didn't feel like it. Because a part of me screamed at me not to show this much intimacy and eagerness to men who didn't return it. Because of a lot of reasons, but mostly because the last time I did, I regretted it after the way Takeda looked at me changed. How he seemed to think less of me just because…

I hold Hachi closer for a brief moment.

And then, slowly, I untangle myself from him, his hand falling from my waist and trailing down my lower back almost making me shiver, and, careful not to wake him up, I…

Crawl down his body.

I settle by his side, perpendicular to him, on my elbows and knees.

And I look back up at him.

His head is still turned toward where mine was a moment ago, and that alone makes me smile the silliest grin I've had since I was a teenager myself, but…

But in front of me is Hachi's cock.

I told Iroha it was more than big enough, that first time the two of them managed to get me naked and eager. And I would blame myself for it, but, really, I was [not] ready for what the two of them can do to me when working together. I swear, sometimes it's like they act in unison without even meaning to.

But that time… When Iroha looked at me, entranced, as I explained how to take care of…

I brush a strand of hair back over my right ear, lean forward, and smell him.

He showered after yesterday's events, of course. The bedroom needed quite a bit of airing before I could step in without feeling lightheaded, and all of us took turns in making ourselves presentable.

So I'm not smelling any traces of Haruno or Iroha on him. I'm not smelling their sex, their saliva, or their sweat.

I'm not smelling mine, either.

Which is a bit of a shame, because there's something about having his smell and mine combined that makes me… Well, it makes my nipples stand firm, my thighs tingle with the need to have something, [anything] brush between them, and a liquid heat below my navel spread inside of me until my labia wets, and I [yearn].

So, basically? It makes me feel like I'm already feeling.

Just at his scent. At that deep, entrancing cloud of sensation that enters my body and takes over my mind. At a man that smells like black earth being poured between spread fingers under a summer sun. Like something that used to be wet and gentle, but is now dry, and powdered, and scrapes at you, makes you feel [raw].

He smells like he could bury me. Like he could drown my thoughts until only he remained. Like he could take over everything of mine, and I would give it to him.

He smells like a selfishly selfless man who is about to get a very enthusiastic 'Good morning.'

So I allow my eyes to lid as I come closer and closer to his glans, to the almost velvety touch of his currently dry tip, and I purse my lips before blowing a gentle stream of cool wind over it.

He twitches. I smile.

And then I lean farther forward and gently kiss the side of his tip.

He still sleeps, even if his eyebrows are scrunched closer together, and that makes a thrill go down my spine and my smile widen, so I decide to stretch it out. To prolong the game as much as I can.

I turn my head, my hair spilling over the taut line of muscle that runs down from the crest of his hip, and I open my lips just enough for the very point of my tongue to pass between them and trace a line of saliva up and down his shaft, tasting his skin before I press my lips against it and keep moving from the ridge right under his head to the dark, curled hairs below.

Then I bury my nose in them and inhale.

My lower lips clench around nothing as I do, as more of him fills my head, and it takes me a moment of fluttering eyelashes to pull away and up, to turn my trailing lips into soft, intermittent kisses that keep spreading my saliva over the left side of his shaft until it glistens even with what little morning light comes under the door on the opposite side of my bed.

Part of me wants to straddle him. To rub the underside of his cock along my sex, spreading my juices on him until I can glide along the path his cock would set me on, every tilt of my pelvis pushing my clitoris right against hard, throbbing flesh that would feel even more wonderful inside of me, spreading me open, [stretching me].

But… I want to do this before. I want to shower his cock with tenderness and devotion.

I want to care for him.

I look once more at his still closed eyes, and his mouth is open wider than before, his breathing both deeper and faster as his chest [moves,] and I remember once again the way I felt when he bought that set of dumbbells just to…

I imagine Hachiman, taller than me, his shoulders a bit wider than they now are, his eyes as intense and burning as ever, and his hands grabbing me below my knees, lifting me above his cock before smiling that arrogant, [insufferable] grin of his as I panickily grab hold of his neck before he lowers me and…

I really, [really] want to fuck him right now.

Well, no, that's a lie. I really, [really] want him to fuck me right now.

But it's not the time.

Now is the time for me to go back up and gently suck his head into my mouth, both because I want him to wake up feeling as good as I can make him feel, and because I need something to keep myself silent before another mental image hits me and I whine in need, and craving, and…

Only half his head is inside me, and my soft tongue lies on top of him, the first drop of precum already coming out of him and making me yearn for more of the salty proof of his enjoyment of me.

And that would be enough. [Should] be enough.

But I look from the side of my eye up at him, at Hachi, lying on my bed, sleeping with an unguarded expression only marred by the sensations he's now feeling as he nears consciousness.

I look at the boy who made me feel loved. Whole.

Who brought me back together with one of my worse mistakes, giving both Haruno and me a chance to heal.

Who chased me when I fled. Who grabbed me and didn't let go, even as so many others had pushed me away.

I look at him, and there's the arousal, the desire.

But, more than anything, there's the… the feeling of warmth growing and growing inside my chest until it reaches my throat, and I feel like I can't breathe, like I will suffocate in love.

"Shi… Shizu?" he asks as his eyes finally open in narrow blinks.

My cheeks burn.

And I dive down and swallow half his shaft until his head rushes right past the opening of my throat.

"Holy [fu—!"] he says as his hand clenches the trail of hair I left behind me when I climbed down his body, and his hips barely twitch up before he restrains himself, not wanting to hurt me.

Despite the thick shaft spreading my lips open, my smile comes back.

Because Hachiman cares enough about me not to take advantage even right after waking up. Because his first reaction was to reach for me and then to avoid hurting me.

Because he loves me.

And being woken up with a blowjob has, apparently, not changed that.

I slowly lift my head, twisting around it to face him, feeling the hard flesh brush past my lips and pull at them counterclockwise, contorting my smile until I reach the ridge of flesh marking the start of his glans, and I increase my suction even as I keep moving up until the very tip of his cock audibly pops out of my mouth.

It's glistening with my saliva and his precum. With our mixed scents.

So I slide my left hand over his thigh to rest my elbow between his legs and grab the base of his shaft, holding the throbbing member still in front of me before I tilt my head to the side and, looking straight into his now wide awake eyes, I lay the gentlest kiss I can on his frenulum, sucking the taut line of skin between my lips and kneading it between them before slowly leaning away, stretching a thin thread of glistening spit between us until it snaps.

"Good morning… [Hachi]," I tell him with my sultriest tone, one that I will need to practice a bit more now that I finally have a use for it.

Now that I'm free to use it without shame or remorse.

And, as soon as his mouth drops open, I swallow his cock yet again, just to get the immense pleasure of, for once, silencing the insufferably witty man.

All the while, my cheeks strain with an unbidden smile.

One full of love.

 

 

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This work is a repost of my second oldest fic on QQ (https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/all-right-fine-ill-take-you-oregairu.15676/), where it can be found up to date except for the latest two chapters that are currently only available on on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/Agrippa?fan_landing=true)—as an added perk, both those sites have italicized and bolded text. I'll be posting the chapters here twice weekly, on Wednesday and Friday, until we're caught up. Unless something drastic happens, it will be updated at a daily rate until it catches up to the currently written 92 chapters (or my brain is consumed by the overwhelming amounts of snark, whichever happens first).

Speaking of Italics, this story's original format relied on conveying Brain-chan's intrusions into Hachiman's inner monologue through the use of italics. I'm using square brackets ([]) to portray that same effect, but the work is more than 300k words at the moment, so I have to resort to the use of macros to make that light edit and the process may not be perfect. My apologies in advance

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Chapter 71: All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! – Chapter 68

[Author's Note: I've (finally) posted the first chapter of Yui's Lily Garden, the first spin-off of this series. Go check it out if you feel like learning what it is that Yui and Yukino are getting up to while out of Hachiman's sight—I mean, other than the obvious, of course. Suffice it to say that both Yuigahamama and Sable feature prominently.]

 

An unfamiliar ceiling—

['Already did that one.']

The morning after—

['That too.']

The sleeping sex tag—

['Yup.']

All right! So, Shizu's about to make me cum down her throat, my head's still half-asleep, and I can't come up with a good, original rant for the situation! Sue me!

['I mean, I'm pretty sure that forcing me to read Zaimokuza's drafts counted as cruel and unusual punishment, so I definitely have a case—']

This is not the time for petty grudges!

['… It's like I don't even know you anymore.']

… Okay. Sorry. I apologize. That was uncalled for.

['Certainly. You know what else you should try to keep in mind?']

What.

"Ah!" Shizu cries out.

['That.']

… Brain-chan, I just discovered that you are capable of inspiring such hitherto unheard-of amounts of spite in my heart that they are, by themselves, enough to hold back an impending, Shizu's-blowjob-induced ejaculation.

['Praise me more. Now, if you could stop panicking and focus on the Christmas Cake whose hair you just pulled like a particularly silky leash so she wouldn't suck the marrow straight out of your bones, we may survive this morning.']

I find your excess of faith disturbing.

"What are you doing?" Shizu asks me with a pointed glare that goes from the hand still reflexively tugging at her black hair to my wide-open, not at all panicked despite what slanderous, resentful women who may or not be dating Zaimokuza may say, eyes.

I…

This would be a really good time for a rant to happen, you know.

['I'm trying!']

Do, or do not, there's no—

['Fuck you!']

Oh, that may work.

['Wait, what?']

With an effort of will I didn't realize I was capable of until this very moment, I steady my left hand, the one grasping Shizu's long locks that prolong in a smooth shadow laid over my forearm and tracing the path she must've taken from where she fell asleep over me. From where she rested her head over my chest and softly breathed as I couldn't help but open my eyes back just to stare at her peacefully trusting me to hold her while naked and defenseless.

I don't know how long I stayed awake just doing that. Just watching her. It could've been minutes or the whole night, because I think that, after I fell asleep, I kept dreaming about it.

About eyes closed in light relaxation, lips open to allow soft breaths to pass and wash over my chest, hair draped over me shifting in minute ways with my very heartbeat.

About Shizu.

"Ha… Hachi?" the woman still holding my cock asks with a small voice as she blushes like she didn't when I woke up to find her amorously kissing my cock.

So I twist my hand around and wrap a long rope of her hair around my wrist. And then, slowly enough not to hurt her, I pull on it.

Her eyes widen, and she jerks her head back minutely, so I hurry to follow the movement so she won't get hurt. So I won't hurt her.

And then I tug again.

She stares right into my eyes before licking her lips, sucking them in until only a line of shadow remains rather than the full, plush flesh I've come to crave for.

And she…

Follows my pull, letting go of my cock and crawling up my body until she's on top of me, her naked breasts pressed against my chest, her elbows digging into the mattress, between my torso and my arms.

Her eyes above mine.

"I… I just wanted to do something nice for you. A good morning surprise," she says.

"I love you," I answer.

"Wha—"

"I love you, and I can't believe that's the one thing that made me stop you from giving me one of your spectacular blowjobs, but I… I just… I don't want something so one-sided. Not right now."

She blinks down at me.

And I kiss her.

Both my hands are buried in her hair, grasping her head, pulling her down against me as hard as I can without my hungry kiss turning into something painful or uncomfortable. But she's Shizu, and she's with me, and I am still aroused out of my mind and definitely not thinking things through, so, when her body undulates over me, a wave of soft flesh pressing down on my whole body in rolling sensation, I push up.

My hard cock slides against her belly, she moans into my mouth, and I let go of her hair just to grab her ass with my right hand and force her to grind her hips against me.

"Hachi!" she protests, tilting her head back, her lips away from mine.

"[Shizu,"] I growl before I chase her, before I bite on the corner of her chin and nibble along her jaw as she keeps turning her head at my insistence, and I reach her ear to suck the fleshy lobe dangling from it between my lips before I trace the ridges of the hard shell as she exhales sharply and her pointed nipples dig against my chest.

"Ha… Hachi… I…"

"I love you, and I am stupid, and I should've let you finish me off, because I'm [burning] with my need for you, but I just… I just want [you]," I hurriedly say into her wet ear before she shivers.

"If… If you want me so much… Then [take me]," she says.

With that needy, almost childish tone she told me these same words back when it all… not started. But when it tipped over.

"[Take me]," she repeats, bringing me back to a room tinted with the setting sun. A room just for the two of us.

"[Take me,"] she says once again, turning over me, her long hair obscuring her eyes for a brief moment before I once more catch Silver looking at me like she did back then. With all the innocent pleading and desperation of somebody asking for something they knew they would never have.

Yet still having the courage to wish for it.

And, once again, Shizu makes the dangerously low stock of snappable things inside my head plummet.

"Wha—" she says, eyes and mouth both open.

Right before I flip her over.

The bed bounces beneath us, but now it's me that's above her, that's staring down at silver, far too open eyes as her mouth hangs in what may be panic, but I read as helpless invitation.

"You… what are you—" she says.

And, as I grab her thighs and spread them open before pushing her legs up to hold them in place with my shoulders, Shizu shuts up.

For some unexplainable reason.

Heh.

"You… Hachi, what are you doing?" she says, her tone drifting away before she nervously bites the corner of her lip.

"I am [taking you]," I tell her with something that may or not make the Deep Voiced Bastard sit up and take notes.

At least, judging by Shizu's flushed cheeks, it's doing [something].

"You are really going to…" she looks down, between her legs, straight at where my cock, still wet with her saliva, is nestled over and between her heated folds, pointed up at her.

"Shizu… Remember what Haruno wanted to watch yesterday?" I ask her.

Her eyes snap right back to mine.

"You [can't] get me pregnant," she says with, at least, a smidge of uncertainty.

I smirk.

"Maybe. But I can try."

And, before she can answer [that], I pull back, sliding between her lips, pushing down to rub against her clitoris so she clenches her teeth, and then find my tip nestled in her opening.

And push.

Her jaw unclenches as she lets out a gasp I share with her when I feel the tight, scalding flesh wrap around me, pulling at me, demanding I give her my everything.

As if I ever planned otherwise.

So I keep staring into her eyes as I push, slowly yet unrelentingly going deeper and deeper into her body, her gasp from before turning into something silent and never-ending as her open mouth contorts while she refuses to look away from me.

From me taking her.

Like she asked me to do.

It's… The moment stretches, but it still ends too soon as I'm fully engulfed by her, my pubic mound pressing against her wet flesh, and then I grind against her, just refusing to separate for an instant that I take to have her feel me, to have her eyes finally close as she's overwhelmed by what I can give her as I twist my hips from side to side over her, the underside of her soft thighs sliding against the front of my body when I do so.

And then she grabs my hair, pulls me down, and kisses me.

Her tongue is frantic, clumsy, insistent. She pushes at me, circles my own, and all but forces me to finally close my own eyes and lose myself in our kiss as I remain buried as deeply as I can reach inside her body.

She keeps turning her head, prodding at me in new angles, making our lips slide past one another until I'm sure she's explored anything worth discovering in my mouth, and I'm lightheaded, the air coming from my nose no longer enough to sustain my racing heart as blood roars in my ears, and I…

My shoulders rest on the underside of her knees, my arms around her legs.

And I close them, pushing my hands between her slender back and her lilac sheets until they meet under the taut muscles of her spine as her hips tilt upward, lifting over the mattress, and her thighs press down on her incredibly generous bust.

She moans into my mouth.

I answer.

And then, with her body entirely at my mercy, with Shizu fully abandoned to me…

I take her.

Of course I do.

Our kiss keeps going, as aggressive as it started, but then I pull back my hips, and she sucks on my tongue hard enough that I have to follow hers into her mouth before I push back down, our bodies meeting in a wet slap that has me tighten my arms around her, pressing her legs down so I get tantalizingly close to the wondrous breasts they keep away from me.

So I try again.

Another thrust, one hard enough that Shizu bounces on her bed, that we are momentarily lifted as I hurry to pull back, out of her, just to rush back in as fast as I can, because I can't stand the idea of being away from her even for that long, and her fingers dig on my scalp, pulling me down against her until our teeth painfully click together.

She doesn't let go. Doesn't let me get away.

Not like I would ever want to.

So.

Again.

I thrust again, and this time I don't stop: I keep moving, in and out, and she cries into my mouth despite our tongues doing their very best to block one another's air supply. I fuck her; I fuck Shizu.

Except not.

Because it's impulsive, and forceful, and plenty of things I rarely allow myself to be when I keep wondering how to best show the women I love that I [do] love them. That I would do anything and everything to make them feel good, and safe, and cared for.

It is… [raw].

But it's also what she asked of me.

And so, yet again, rather than fuck Shizu…

I make love to her.

Except it's not the soothing waves of sensation, or even the sparkling fireworks we sometimes share. Now it's [fire,] it's what she's set alight in my chest, what burns bright inside of me, consuming all thoughts that aren't about and of her.

And fire demands to be fueled.

So I take it.

I take her scent, maddening me as her sweat dews her body and slickens her skin below mine.

I take her touch, the way her fingers trace blazing furrows between my now wet hair.

I take her sounds, the muffled gasps, and the clapping flesh.

I take her taste, her tongue wrapped around mine.

And I…

I open my eyes.

And I see her, below me, eyes rolled back, black hair splayed below her in shimmering shadow like the sea at night, beads of sweat shimmering in the morning light bathing her room in grey and shadow that are woefully inadequate to bring me all her beauty, all her…

[Her.]

So I take everything of Shizu save her sight. Save the very first thing I learned of her as she strode into the classroom with a lab coat draped over her shoulders and flaring behind her like a camera should have been rolling.

But it's all right.

It's not like I could ever forget her.

Her fingers tighten on my hair and pull me back until our lips part with a wet sound and a saliva strand that is as reluctant to let her go as I am, and she looks up at me with wide eyes that sometimes get covered with fluttering eyelids. Her mouth is still open in something silent and harsh, and…

And…

And I finally slow down, my hips not stopping but moving in long strokes that I could keep up forever if my body was the least bit as adequate as it should be when offering Shizu the pleasure she deserves.

"You really… You really need to accept that I want you to feel as good as you want to make me feel," she says, her lips turning up into a soft smile when I [allow] her to.

I…

I force myself to blink. To clear my head from the fog of lust enough to process her words.

I bite my lip. The lip that feels rubbed raw after our aggressive, long kiss.

"I do. I accept it. I believe it," I say, forcing myself to confront these feelings, these things Haruno pointed out yesterday and that I started learning about.

"Then—"

"But I also want [you]," I tell her.

And then I lean back down and, rather than her lips, I take her neck.

I know just how sensitive she's there. How she gasps and tries not to contort in overwhelming sensation when I kiss her or lick the side of it. When I suck soft skin between taut muscle and pulsing veins.

It still catches me by surprise when she [clenches].

So, yet again, my eyelids flutter as Shizu brings me pleasure I wasn't ready for when I fell asleep looking at her peaceful, relaxed, beautiful face.

But I'm once more determined to give her back at least as much as she gives me.

So I force myself to keep going. To keep tasting her, nuzzling my nose right below her ear, beside the corner of her jaw. To inebriate myself with her scent.

And to keep thrusting inside her.

I pick up the pace, growing closer and closer to my previous speed until her arms wrap around me and her nails scratch at my back, spurring me on with cries full of yearning and trembling legs.

And I just…

Let go.

I stop holding back, and I just give everything I can, as fast as I can, as Shizu yells her wordless encouragement even as she seems to struggle not to let me go, clenching around me again and again, pulling at me to remain inside her as I near the point of no return, and—

Her fingers are once again tugging at my hair, and I'm looking down at wide, silver eyes.

"Hachi…" she pleads with a breathy, almost tortured tone, "[take me."]

My world goes white, and something burns inside me before it shoots out.

And my shaking arms lose all strength, Shizu's legs freed as I fall on top of her while my hips keep bucking in and out of her as her feet hook behind my lower back, and she pulls me as hard as she can against her body as we both let out something loud, and guttural, and…

And I keep cumming inside my girlfriend. The woman I love.

I feel as if something shoots up my spine each time something [does] shoot inside of her, every time her moan gets cut off by a sharp gasp before she resumes her proclamation of ecstasy, and I end up shivering on top of her, all my strength lost except for what keeps me weakly going in and out of her in a slow, erratic, spasmodic continuation of our earlier lovemaking.

And, finally, I stop.

I just… I lie there, on top of Shizu, her breasts finally molded against my chest without her legs getting in my way, her breathing slowing down as it hotly washes through my wet hair.

And then she…

She caresses me. Softly, and tenderly.

Her fingers draw erratic lines over my back, gentle curves that turn at sharp angles, that spiral before languidly tracing the edges of my shoulder blades, the muscles by the side of my spine, before they climb up to do the same over my scalp before she cradles my head against her heaving chest as we both climb down. Calm down.

"The next time I try this, I want you to cum down my throat, all right?" she says before laying a gentle kiss on the crown of my head.

I blink.

Then, still inside of her, I harden.

"Wha—" a panicked, lovely, easily flustered Christmas Cake says.

And I pull my head back to look straight at her before I lick my still raw lips.

"Shizu… The next time? [Try harder]," I growl as my eyes lid, and my grin sharpens.

She, for some unfathomable reason, shudders.

And I move.

***

"You're the devil," the woman eating a toast with a fried egg while lifelessly half-sitting on her bed grumbles at me.

"Which one?" I ask, pouring her a glass of orange juice from the carton Iroha discreetly stored in her fridge. "After all, Haruno left that butler uniform here."

Shizu blinks.

Then groans.

"Please, for whatever it is that you hold sacred, don't tease me with your butler cosplay after the morning I've had. I've got limits," she tells me with the kind of pitiful look that can only be understood by somebody who has watched the first Berserk anime only to then get introduced to the second one.

"First of all, that's what I tried to tell you when you taught me those [basic] exercises of yours, and you showed me about as much pity as an overweight gym teacher with a hidden camera in the girl's locker room—"

"I'm afraid to consider what kind of doujins you read," she says, rolling her eyes and futilely trying to muffle her frankly erotic moan when she bites down on the ring of golden bubbles that rims her fried egg.

"That implies you're at least halfway sane, which means Iroha and Haruno need to step things up."

"That's [definitely] not what that means," she says, [possibly] exaggerating the shudder the notion causes.

"And, secondly," I say, undaunted by her interruption and leaning down, first to set the glass on her bedside table and then to kiss her forehead as tenderly as I am able, "you are what I hold sacred."

She blinks up at me.

Then she carefully sets her breakfast down on her bed, holds my cheeks between her warm hands, and gives me a long, tender kiss that makes me forget our lips should currently be recovering.

When she finally lets me go, I adjust my apron's tied belt, grab our breakfast, and go reheat it.

And I painfully smile all the way.

 

 

 

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This work is a repost of my second oldest fic on QQ (https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/all-right-fine-ill-take-you-oregairu.15676/), where it can be found up to date except for the latest two chapters that are currently only available on on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/Agrippa?fan_landing=true)—as an added perk, both those sites have italicized and bolded text. I'll be posting the chapters here twice weekly, on Wednesday and Friday, until we're caught up. Unless something drastic happens, it will be updated at a daily rate until it catches up to the currently written 92 chapters (or my brain is consumed by the overwhelming amounts of snark, whichever happens first).

Speaking of Italics, this story's original format relied on conveying Brain-chan's intrusions into Hachiman's inner monologue through the use of italics. I'm using square brackets ([]) to portray that same effect, but the work is more than 300k words at the moment, so I have to resort to the use of macros to make that light edit and the process may not be perfect. My apologies in advance

Also, I'd like to thank my credited supporters on Patreon: aj0413, LearningDiscord, Niklarus, Tinkerware, Varosch, and Xalgeon. If you feel like maybe giving me a hand and help me keep writing snarky, maladjusted teenagers and their cake buffets, consider joining them or buying one of my books on https://www.amazon.com/stores/Terry-Lavere/author/B0BL7LSX2S. Thank you for reading!

 


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