Kapitel 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
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