Hello, everyone. I'm happy that my Hikigaya/Hiratsuka story got a positive reception, it really helped motivate me to put out this considerably steamier sequel. Naturally, it'd help if you'd read the previous story since it forms the bedrock of this one. Between my other stories and real-life obligations/activities, this one took me a while to put together. Thankfully, here we are and I'm hoping you all enjoy this continuation of this not-so-normal romantic relationship. In addition to the smut, this story's going to include a good amount of fluff, some of it coming from our beloved 8Man himself. With all that in mind, read on, and I hope you all enjoy!
I do not own anything.
The Person You Choose and I Choose You
If the world could be divided into people who liked going to the movies and those who didn't, Hachiman would have declared himself to be the latter camp. Don't get him wrong, there were some movies he liked, and he especially liked seeing them in theaters…but there was also a certain atmosphere that went with going to the movies. Strike that, maybe it was certain types of movies that bothered him and the reactions they garnered. Movies that made people cry and clap, those were the type he potentially tried to avoid. Despite the fact that he could have been prone to the latter. He could proudly say he'd never cried at a movie before; well, not since he was six years old. Thankfully, only his sister knew that and the secret was safe-for the time being. Komachi always liked holding it over his head as a threat.
If she could have seen him now, he knew she'd probably hold this over his head as well. As his sister, she knew him well-she knew that under normal circumstances there was no way he'd be caught dead seeing a romantic drama like this. Maybe something gripping, but a romance? Him?
Him with a date?
Peering to his right, he saw that said date was just as invested in the movie as he was. Her silvery-gray eyes were just as trained on the movie as his had been up until a moment ago. It'd actually been a challenge to tear his eyes away from the drama's long-awaited climax and gaze at the woman who'd been his girlfriend for the last three weeks.
Shizuka had been dressed for the late fall like him. Given how cold it could get in theaters, her jacket was doubly warranted. Finally…it just looked good on her. She looked good with that vested, determined gaze on her face. Hachiman wouldn't hesitate to call it mature, which was something about Shizuka that he liked. Currently though, it also held an aura of eagerness to it. Again, just as his face had mere seconds ago. They'd gotten quite invested in the movie's plot, mentally keeping track of the twists and turns right up to this pivotal moment.
The main character, his two love interests, both of whom had shown to love him, perhaps in their own special ways. In turn, he cared about both of them, but his feelings had evolved into love for only one.
There was his ex-girlfriend whom he'd always been a pillar of support for, even after they'd broken up. Given how she'd had an affair that had practically destroyed her marriage and nearly ruined her reputation, he had a lot of guts to stick with her through it all. They both wondered if it was just friendship that kept them together or really love, a love that may have flickered for a moment but never entirely went out.
Then there was the colleague. It certainly could have been argued their relationship was more mature since it'd began in their adult years, when she and the main character were arguably wiser. Both of them somewhat treated that wisdom like a curse on account of looking back at their younger and more innocent days. They didn't want to dwell on that though and pushed forward in their respective ways, and that's what had united them to an extent.
Ordinarily, Hachiman wouldn't have had a stake in the question of who was better off with the protagonist. If pressed, he'd say the latter, the colleague, was the better choice. That was if he only listened to one side of his heart. The other half saw merit in the old friend.
There may have been nostalgia between the two of them, but they'd acknowledged that the past was the past, and they had to live in the present to move forward toward the future, no matter how painful or uncertain that was. Hearing them talk about that is what made him look to Shizuka.
Hachiman knew he'd taken an incredibly big risk in confessing to her, and she'd taken an even bigger one in accepting his confession. Neither of them knew exactly what the future held for them, but here they were…trying, and in his opinion, succeeding. Being happy.
She suddenly turned to him, perhaps feeling his gaze on her. Even in the darkness of the theater, he saw her cheeks blushing red. Shizuka didn't say a word, she only stared back at him with a slightly gaping mouth. Slowly, her lips curved into a smile. Hachiman felt his lips forming into a smile as well.
Looking back at the screen, they felt their hands interlace as the choice was made.
He totally didn't blame Saori for crying. He knew exactly what it felt like to put yourself out there in that dangerous position of confessing fully believing that you'll be rejected. Albeit, his relationship history was entirely free unlike hers. Her broken marriage was more than enough reason to doubt her love confession being accepted.
But Takuma had looked past that. He knew her flaws, and he accepted her all the same.
Somewhere in the back of the theater, someone burst into tears while someone else made their displeasure with the choice known. It was like a chain reaction.
"Oh, come on. At least wait until the credits start rolling." Hachiman groaned.
His girlfriend was as amused as he was annoyed. "Hey, you knew this was coming. After all, you're the one who said this was the type of movie that people got personally invested in, and that led to bleeding heart reactions."
He hated and kind of liked it when she threw his words back into his face. On some level, it kept him honest with himself, even if he'd rather not have been. Still holding onto her hand, he looked away with an embarrassed look. "Got me there. Still, I…oh, forget it." He knew part of his displeasure was because of how invested he'd gotten into the movie. A fact that his date could plainly see and was quite amused by. Hachiman snuck one last look at Shizuka, finding her giggling at him before turning back to the movie. He did the same, intent on seeing how the rest of it played out for the last several minutes of its runtime.
It was the fallout and the acceptance. Funny enough, those things could be seemed so easy to comprehend after the tense make-or-break confession. In reality, they sometimes weren't so easy. He knew that from experience, and so did Shizuka.
As one might have expected from most of the movie, Kuniko took the loss with dignity. Granted, she did shed a few tears, not that anyone, even Hachiman, could blame her.
She was exactly who he was expected to be. His gut told him that Shizuka had expected to be that woman too-she more than likely had been in the past.
It sucked being that person, but that was the risk of confessing to someone. Hachiman didn't blame some people for choosing to never say anything at all. The problem was that led to regret, which could really, really suck.
Even if it was painfully, it was best to accumulate as little of it as possible. If failing that, move forward as not to let it get you down.
Hachiman blinked. "Oh, geez, talk about cliché."
Again, potentially reading his mind, his girlfriend nudged him. "You did say you could see the plot of this movie written out from the first trailer."
"Yeah, yeah, I did. Here we are though." Despite his attempt to sound disinterested Hachiman knew he was smiling. He was happy that he'd seen this flick, and he was happy that it'd been with the woman he'd fallen for. Looking back at the screen, he could tell they were in the last few minutes. Three years of life and love chronicled into little over a hundred-minutes was coming to a satisfying end. That included a pretty nice song too, couldn't close out the movie with that.
His girlfriend thought so too, albeit she had something else on her mind. "Um, hey, you know the name of this song, right?"
Curiosity getting the best of him, he looked over to her and noticed for the first time how her leg seemed to be bouncing a little bit. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I told you not to drink too much!"
"I-I couldn't help it! The more intense things got, the more I drink!" She defended. "I-I can make it out through the final scene!"
Said final scene was playing out now. Takuma and Saori were enjoying their life together and getting ready for the next stage in it. Naturally, that included children, something that the latter hadn't been able to experience in her previous marriage. It'd been a lingering question if that had been able to save her marriage. Then again, considering the man she had an affair with was also a father, saying yes probably wasn't entirely correct either. Hachiman had a feeling that might have been intentional. Unfortunately, even parents could cheat on their spouses. He had a feeling that question was meant to be invoked, but so too was the answer to it. The answer could be found by the look on their faces and remembrance of everything they'd gone through.
"Go. I'll be waiting for you once you come out." He quietly yet somewhat affectionately whispered.
"Do you have to go too?"
"Heh, maybe I can hold it." She giggled before tightening her legs. She certainly wanted to stay until the first credits started rolling. Well, maybe a little beyond that. "Thank you."
The kiss on his cheek sent a spark through him as it always did. It also left him wanting a full kiss, something that they'd briefly shared before heading into the theater. Hachiman didn't want to say he was greedy, but after a movie like that he couldn't deny a part of him wanted to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. Not at all a special or odd thing, except his girlfriend was his former teacher and several years his senior. That hadn't stopped them though, and it certainly didn't stop him from looking to the empty seat to his left where Shizuka once sat. His mind immediately turned to her and how they could spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company. Hachiman wouldn't deny that part of his mind wondered off to…spicier territory, but he didn't see anything wrong with it.
Wearing that happy, tender smile, he relaxed back in his seat and enjoyed the continued playing of the credits like over half the audience did. He may have been alone, but he took solace in that it was temporary.
"I seriously can't believe I did that." Shizuka made sure to keep the statement to a very low whisper. The last thing she wanted was for some passerby to give her two cents on her words. She didn't want to imagine what conclusion they'd arrive at given her words and the heavy blush on her face. It'd yet to die down since she got into the bathroom and took care of business. Her mind was utterly consumed by the fact that she'd just seen a romantic movie with her boyfriend. It'd been almost two years since she'd done something like that. Two years!
Thinking about that stretch of time made her depressed, but her depression was short-lived as she immediately thought of who it was she'd came with.
Shizuka was pretty sure that most people would have seen going on a date with Hachiman Hikigaya as akin to going swamp diving. At one point, she might have agreed, something that slightly disgusted her as she was now. Sure, she may have joked about it, but the truth was she'd treasured every second of the night she and Hachiman had just spent. And the best part was that it technically wasn't over with yet.
That might have been why she had such a heavy blush on her face, which stared back at her in the mirror.
A Saturday night with Sunday waiting for them. A nice, schedule-free Sunday where sleeping in was allowed and the rest of the day could be used to their leisure. Neither of them had anything school related or otherwise. While not the first Sunday that they'd be able to share together, something about this coming one hit her differently.
Oh, will you stop beating around the bush around? You just finished watching a movie featuring a guy banging two separate women before settling on one! With them getting married and having a freakin' kid, just like you've always wanted to! It may be early for the marriage part, but sure as hell not the sex! Hell, he's probably been thinking about it since day one! Roared her subconscious. Scooping her hands beneath the running water, she splashed the liquid contents over her face trying to quench the amorous blaze burning within her. As the droplets ran down her cheeks, she found the blush-and the fire-were still very much there. "Dammit." She murmured unable to stop thinking about it.
"I know. He totally should have chosen Kuniko!"
"Gah, will you stop! Saori really loves him and was obviously the better choice!"
"I know she's changed, but I can't help but feel like Takuma would have been happier with Kuniko!"
Shizuka looked around her, realizing that she'd potentially helped fuel the shipping debate the movie had sparked. She considered herself lucky that's what her words had fallen under instead of anyone realizing she was talking about her personal feelings.
Taking that her que, she quickly dried her hands and walked out; she could still feel the blush on her cheeks. Odds were, it wasn't going away since she still couldn't stop thinking about what to do next with her date. They'd already eaten and now that'd had a little snack with the popcorn and drinks. More snacking was probably all that remained for the night, and light drinking.
At my house…or… Shizuka swiftly shook her head in denial at the possibility. Hachiman still hadn't told his sister they were dating. Hell, she still hadn't met Komachi. He understandably painted quite a picture of her, yet none of that had stopped her from wanting to meet the younger Hikigaya. It was inevitable that they'd meet since she and the oldest were dating; thankfully, the relationship didn't look like it was going to end any time soon.
"Just trust me on this, the longer we put it off, the better."
"Hachiman, you know we can only put it off for so long."
"I'm not saying forever, just…a while longer."
"Exactly how long?"
"Until we can send out the wedding invites?"
"Hah! So you're saying you'll actually invite her?"
"Hey, I said not forever. Just…a while. A nice long while."
Shizuka genuinely thought about having dinner with Komachi one day. She hadn't verbally said it, but she hoped it'd be a chance for her to make a good impression on the girl. It might even give Hachiman a chance to develop his hand at cooking like he'd been slowly but surely progressing toward. She chuckled at the memory of him standing at her stove, fumbling his way toward a shockingly decent meal. Who'd have thought it?
Just like who'd have thought- "H-H-Huh?"
It was the voice that alerted her. As a teacher, she had quite a lot of students to keep track of, too many. The ones that stood out are the ones who made an impression on her, for better or worse. Sobu High School had a colorful cast of students attending it, several that she'd gotten to know. She'd recognize their voices anywhere, some more so than others.
For starters, she certainly recognized the voice of Iroha Isshiki, no doubt one of the most spirited girls she'd met. As usual, her voice was brimming with eagerness, though it wasn't alone. Equally challenging it was another voice that she knew-Yumiko Miura. The two girls were opposites in many ways, yet she rarely remembered their paths ever crossing. Now, the latter and Yukinoshita were an entirely different story. Rather fittingly, they were like big cats crossing paths.
Somehow, amidst the dozens of people at the theater, that's exactly what had happened.
Shizuka stared wide-eyed as the two girls had a back and forth, more so on Miura's part than Yukinoshita. It was precisely like watching a rerun of an afternoon at Sobu High, minus the school uniforms.
"Urgh, your hypocrisy's on full blast again, you know that?" The blonde sneered. "Saying that it was perfectly fine for a girl like Saori to end up getting together with Takuma, really? What, was it your sense of pity toward her?"
As always, Yukinoshita kept her cool in her retort. "If there's anyone that's being hypocritical, I'd say it's you." To her credit, she kept her focus entirely on Miura instead of the boy several feet from her-Hayama. Shizuka saw him flinch at being unintentionally dragged into the conversation. The poor boy looked like he would have liked to be anywhere else but there. He wasn't the only one.
On the Yukinoshita side of the battlefield stood Hachiman, her Hachiman. In a reversal of the theater, he sensed her gaze and looked her way; luckily, it was only briefly as he didn't want to draw attention to her. None of her former students save for him had noticed her, and that was the best way to keep it.
Which meant that she should have put her hands into her pockets and walked toward the exit with the rest of their theater group.
Still, she didn't want to leave her boyfriend.
Is it because you want to walk out of here together with him, or because you don't want him near the other girls? Girls his own age?
Shizuka felt her hands tighten. The strap of her purse seemed so fragile. Her grip seemed enough to make it snap any second. No, stop it. You're better than this. You know how he is. You know he chose you over them. Swiftly speaking the words gave her the burst of strength she needed to walk on toward the exit. She didn't spare a single backward glance at her squabbling former students. As with many arguments, it'd reach an end. A part of her did want to stick around to see what that ending was, and make sure no one walked away too hurt. That was no doubt the teacher in her, even though she wasn't technically their teacher anymore.
Of course, that hadn't stopped her from still sometimes acting like a teacher toward Hachiman.
By the time she was out the door, Shizuka realized she was smiling to herself. "I guess I really will always be a teacher." There was a slight ping of sadness not getting a sarcastic response from her boyfriend, whom she was sure would have had one. Shizuka reached into her purse and pulled out a phone. Hachiman may not have been with her now, but she knew he would be eventually. It was funny to think about how their promise had been reversed. She was now the one waiting on him. She didn't mind that.
-O-
"I'm so sorry about that."
She'd half-expected an apology. Shizuka believed it would make herself feel better, and it actually did. The validity in which it was delivered probably helped.
"Hey, it's fine." Came her immediate and casual response. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was going through some emotional breakdown while waiting for him. Which she wasn't. Looking to him, Shizuka was somewhat surprised to find him sniffing the air instead of further questioning her. "What is it? You didn't fart or anything? Or you're not going to accuse me of farting, are you"
"No," he plainly spoke, completely sidestepping would could have turned into a petty spat on the walk home. "I'm just checking for smoke. There's none." At the end of his statement came a smile that made her blush.
Shizuka was quite aware of it. "I-I-I've been cutting back!" She knew he knew he was the reason why she decided to cut back on smoking. Her parents had been trying to do the same, specifically her mom. They'd have shed tears of joy learning it'd fallen happened. Now, as for who it was they had to think for that would be a different story. Peering at him, she saw that same little smile still on his face. "Would you believe me if I told you I've been planning to for a while?"
"Nope." He answered in that same tone.
"…Are you going to take credit for it?" Came her second question.
"It's not something I feel like I should brag about…but it is something that I'll admit I'm happy about." There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice. From it Shizuka wondered if he'd always had a problem with her smoking, even back when she was her student. Hachiman hardly would have been the only one, but he's definitely the one who would have stayed quiet about it.
With their change in relationship status, perhaps not so much anymore. Shizuka lovingly gripped his hand. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a slightly pink hue on his cheeks. "Sometimes I get the urge every now and then, but I fight it off. It's made some of my new colleagues pretty happy, especially the school nurse."
He raised an eyebrow trying to picture Nurse Kishida. Personally, Shizuka actually liked her. At times it showed she'd spent time overseas in the states at an American hospital, particularly when she slipped into speaking English or having English posters up. It was joked amongst the teachers and staff going to her also came with a free English language lesson. She wondered how she'd interact with her boyfriend. The resulting picture brought a giggling laugh to her face.
"Ahem," said boyfriend grunted to get her attention. "Look, if you go back to smoking, I won't hold it against you."
"Thanks, but rest assured, I don't think I will. I enjoyed it…but…" She trailed off from there, leaving the thought to hang in the air. The implication she smoked to sooth her troubled romantic life was there, but she'd wager that Hachiman knew it was more than that. After a couple of minutes, she saw that he was content to let the topic die down. Maybe they'd revisit it some other time. For now, Shizuka saw that he was just happy she'd stopped, more so for the sake of her health. "What about you, any bad habits you've curtailed since dating me?" she innocently shot.
"Sorry, can't think of any. I've got too many to list and too many I've kept on indulging in that I'm not sure your presence is enough to get me to stop." He answered without a hint of shame.
Another giggle exited her lips. "Right, sure. Okay then, how'd the showdown between Yukinoshita and Miura go? Who won?"
"The score between them remains tied, and I believe it will be so until we reach that oh-so-special time called graduation." Like ninety-percent of highschoolers he was looking forward to that time, and it showed. Curtesy of her he had more reason than most to look forward to it, but she wanted him to enjoy the time between then and now. "Frankly, I don't want to be there for the final battle between those two. I'd much rather be anywhere else, particularly a hundred feet away."
"Even though Yukinoshita's your friend? Any hope they'll be able to bury the hatchet with each other?" She pressed.
"Some people can do that, some people can't." The change was subtle, but Shizuka caught it. There was a shift in his eyes, a sudden thoughtfulness that made her realize the girls' animosity between each other wasn't what he was thinking about. There was someone else on his mind.
It only took her a second to realize who that someone might be. "How are things between you and Hayama?"
There, the question was asked, the bullet fired, the battle begun. She waited for the inevitable reaction that would be Hachiman's-
"Complicated as always, but I think we may be coming upon a peace treaty in our…whatever the hell we have."
"I see, that's-wait! Wait! What?!" Gawking, she looked to him with bulging eyes.
"You weren't expecting us to be still stuck in an epic cold war, were you?" He coolly asked, a bit of a smile tugging on his lips.
"Y-Yeah…yeah, pretty much. I always knew there was some kind of wall between you two." For a time, she thought all the animosity was on Hachiman's part, and it was easy to see why. He was quite vocal in proclaiming his dislike of the "popular crowd" that undoubtedly included Hayama. Little by little, she'd learned that it wasn't entirely one-sided, as hard to believe as that was. "So, what's caused the crack? Does he seem like he's returning Miura's feelings?"
"No, he actually took Yukinoshita's side, though I don't think it was because of their prior history. It was because he genuinely agreed with her, and I can understand why." He looked back at her and got an encouraging smile. Whereas one would have expected a discontent, even melodramatic sigh, his expression remained positively thoughtful. "Being perfect and dependable is what Hayama tries to be, but for him, that includes never taking sides. Never getting directly involved. That's his way of doing things. I have my problems with it, but I can respect him for doing what he personally feels is right."
"Rather mature of you." She offered. "Or shall I say, that's a different viewpoint then the guy who holds a one-sided resentment toward the popular crowd."
"I haven't said that I'm letting go of that resentment." Came his half-hearted defense. "Anyways, that's his way, but he has his doubts. I think everyone does when they're behind closed doors. That's normal, even for so-called perfect people. So are mistakes. Hayama made one big mistake years back, and it's haunted him more so than he'll ever admit."
"He sided with Saori because of how imperfect she was." Shizuka calmly deduced. Hachiman nodded, his face rather soft like he was approving not of her deduction but of Hayama's own decision. "The perfect guy finding sympathy with an imperfect woman on screen."
"Hey, he likes movies. He's even something of a regular at various theaters and the film club knows him pretty well. Like a lot of people, I think he uses movies to escape from his life as well, or maybe give him some interception on his own. He tries to be 'everyone's Hayama', but you have movies about people breaking off and going their own way. Sometimes I think that's he's envious of those kinds of people."
"I see." She seemingly nodded with nonchalant understanding. "Does that mean he's also envious of you, Hachiman?" Finally, his calmness broke. Outrage wasn't the word for it, nor was it shock. No, instead, he actually looked a little bit embarrassed, which piqued her curiosity. "You two are polar opposites in every way, but I remember some people talking about how you two would have little sit downs. Of course, there's Yukinoshita tying you both together, but I always suspected it was a little more than that. You've always fancied yourself as truly independent while he tries to be what everyone wants him to be."
"Kind of helps that few people had expectations for me." He tried to put up. Following a brief stare down, he looked ahead at the road, now marred by traffic. "There are some choices you make where people will be disappointed in you. In their eyes, you made the 'wrong' choice. Maybe by some standard you did, but what's important is that it's a choice you make. A choice that you choose to stick with. Hayato's not someone able to do that, but I think he's envious of those that can. At least when they're 3D, on the screen, he admires them." His lips curled into a smile. It was the kind of soft, sad smile that few would have pictured on Hachiman Hikigaya's face, but Shizuka saw it. "It's kind of childish and two-faced, but that's Hayama, the one behind the exterior."
"You don't sound like you hold that against him."
"It is something about him I dislike, but it's something he's not proud of himself." The sympathy he felt was evident instead of covered up. It was a mystery to her if Hayama knew his polar opposite felt that way about him. Odds were he might not have. "What I guess I like though is he knows it and he's been trying to change that about himself."
"Didn't you once believe that people couldn't do that?" Shizuka inquired, half-curious to hear his answer despite having an inkling of what it'd be. She already knew this young man beside her was different.
He knew that perfectly well, and it was something he was seemingly at peace with. "Life experiences happen, a lot of them negative, maybe a…couple of positive ones."
"So, you're saying the bond you and Yukinoshita developed was his positive change, even though he has eyes on her himself." The traffic temporarily ceased and the crosswalk sign gave them the go ahead. Still holding hands, they crossed it, their conversation never slowing down.
"Some people need a kick in the ass to get it in gear." She waited until they were safely across the street before she leaned in to kiss him. His cheeks inevitably turned pink. "It can still hurt though."
"Yeah, but you know the saying, there's no worth in lessons that don't come with pain." She chirped.
He gave her a sharp aside glare at the anime reference she'd dropped. She merely smiled back, content in knowing that said anime happened to be one of his favorites as well. Hachiman's glare quickly dissipated as he looked up, that thoughtful expression returning to his face. "Watching me do for Yukinoshita what he couldn't was painful for him, but it's how things panned out thanks to the choices all three of us made."
"And…where do things stand now?" She had to admit she was somewhat hesitant to ask. Everyone with a decent pair of eyes could see the love triangle between Hachiman, Yukinoshita, and Hayama. It was rather classic in its arrangement, and thanks to Hayama's weakness and Hachiman's strengths, one could argue the latter and Yukinoshita were the endgame pairing. That's how things would have gone in a normal story.
But Hachiman wasn't walking the girl often compared to ice. He was here, beside her, thirty-years-old, his former teacher. Shizuka couldn't deny that she was extremely happy, but in the back of her mind she knew Hachiman choosing her had thrown a monkey wrench into at least two love triangles. For Hachiman, she'd been the third option love interest that no one expected him to choose.
So, that left the question, where did that leave the others? Yukinoshita? Hayama who may have still had feelings for her? Miura who had feelings for him? Shizuka still felt concern for all them, so a part of her wanted to know. Maybe a part of her also wanted to know if Hachiman resented her for placing him in the middle of another complicated web of drama and relationships.
"Like I told you, me and Yukino are still friends." Just him acknowledging them as friends was reassuring, but Shizuka held her breath until he finished. "Me and Hayama are…whatever the hell we are. We're sure as hell not friends since we hate each other."
"Huh-uh."
"I'm serious." He said not at all sounding serious enough.
"I'm not saying you two are friends, but it's clear that you two do have some kind of relationship. Does he…resent you for not choosing Yukinoshita?"
"I'm pretty sure some part of him does, but I think he thinks so much about it because even though he doesn't know about you, he knows I chose someone." He gave a very Hachiman-like sign of exasperation. "He saw me there at what was undoubtedly a couple's movie. He noticed I was a little angsty to get out and get back to my girlfriend. Coupled with how tense things were after the homecoming dance, yeah, he's figured it out. He knows I'm not with Yukino, but he knows I chose someone. I made my choice and I'm sticking to it, come what may."
As he spoke, his voice grew firmer, his face shining with that stalwart gleam that alluded to the inner potential that she knew he always had in him. Seeing it was nice enough, but seeing it shine for her left Shizuka in awe of him. That awe led her to remain silent, heat swirling in her cheeks. She was certain that Hachiman noticed it, but either for her sake or his own he said nothing about it. The last stretch of their walk home was silent, blissfully, peacefully silent. She was able to rest her head on his shoulders without fear or worry he'd reject it or bemoan it. The decision to walk instead of taking her car had indeed proved to be the best one.
From the moment she did, Shizuka could tell Hachiman was happy to have her do so. As he said, he'd made his choice, and his choice was her.
Overall, Shizuka would have said it was the perfect end to a good date night. They'd had several, and this one was going to be added to the list. It was more than likely by no means going to be the last.
"I had a great time tonight." She stereotypically stated as they stood before the door to her apartment.
"Another successful date. Seems I haven't managed to screw this up yet." He humorously responded.
"Maybe put a little effort into it next time." She jokingly added. His hands rose, their trajectory putting her at her cheeks. Shizuka immediately knew what he was planning and closed her eyes, ready for it. His touch was warm and inviting, and his lips were nothing short of electrifying. Her arms encircled his waist, deepening it.
We…should be inside doing this. N-N-Not in the open. Her conscious mind warned. It was a losing battle, like trying to march uphill against a blizzard. It was totally right, but the ecstasy that swept through her from the kiss simply made her not care at all. She wasn't sure in Hachiman knew or cared either. Normally he was just as careful as her, if not more so. Not now though, she sensed a desperation-a hunger-in his kiss that matched her own.
"He noticed I was a little angsty to get out and get back to my girlfriend."
Was he really like that? She pondered. The kiss broke due to their inevitable need for air. Shizuka felt herself panting, her cheeks aflame as she looked into his eyes, more focused and clear than she thought they'd ever been. "H-H-Hachi," she murmured."
He just smiled at the unintentional use of the first half of his name, which always made for a good pet name. She'd never called him that though, not until now.
"What's on your mind, Shizuka?" He quietly asked. His voice had a sultry edge to it that had her feeling weak at the knees. Was he doing that intentionally?
It made her think back to her previous thoughts when she was finishing up in the bathroom. Here they were at the entrance to their home. Alone. Still together.
Tightening her hold on his waist, she quietly tucked her face into the crux of his neck. "I don't want you to go yet." She had only the faintest idea how intense the blush on her cheeks were.
From the sound of his voice, she guessed that her boyfriend's could give hers a run for their money. "Then…can I stay with you. Shizuka, I…please, let me stay with you tonight."
They pulled apart and face each other, seeing just how much of a mess their faces were. Cheeks bright red, their eyes shimmering with want and anxiety. They knew perfectly well what happened when they stepped inside of that room. What was scary was that a part of them eagerly wanted that.
Sighing, he slid both arms around her waist, a move that made her blush deepen. They were squished together at the hip, and it left her feeling certain parts of him, parts of him that called to certain parts of her. "If you don't want to, that's fine. I know if we do this, we'll be crossing a major redline. I won't blame you for turning me-it-down." A fiery blush was omnipresent throughout his entire offering.
"H-H-Hachiman. I-I-I…dammit, I'm the teacher! I'm the adult! I'm the one who should be hitting the breaks!"
"Uh, you shouldn't be shouting that." He pointed out. Despite his words she saw the slight upward curve of his lips.
Just like when we first decided to date. She noted. "I-I-It's your fault for ringing that out of me."
"Hey, isn't my surprise maturity part of my charm?" He asked still wearing that slight smile.
"Urgh, yes, it is part of your damn charm." It was worth noting he just admitted to having some charm. Hachiman on average was so pessimistic he'd even spurned the notion. Shizuka planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Are you okay doing it with me?"
"I wouldn't want anyone else." Came his swift and rather intense response. Hearing that sent a jolt of lustful excitement through her. Shizuka felt her right hand break away from him and begin fishing into her purse for her key. Seeing that, Hachiman stepped away. He averted his gaze from her, but his cheeks were still as red as a ripe apple.
Amazingly, she managed to insert the key right into the keyhole on the first try. Feeling the fierce pounding of her heart she pushed it open and welcomed her teenage boyfriend into her home for the first time. It was pitch-black inside, but that didn't seem to bother either of them.
Plus, it really didn't matter.
The moment Hachiman was through she shut the door, grabbed him, and slammed her lips against his. While briefly caught by surprise he quickly recovered and returned the kiss, tenderly wrapping his arms around her waist. She returned the sentiment by grasping at his hair; that iconic cowlick atop his head was pushed down several times only to always return to its straight posture. As they kissed, their eyes occasionally locked, silently affirming that they were indeed going to go in that direction. Him being welcomed into her home was the final threshold and this steamy make out torn from the movie they'd just seen was extra nail in the coffin.
They didn't move from the doorway, so they didn't have to worry about bumping into anything. More so when they separated. Though panting in hunger for more they each clawed back a portion of rationality.
"I…I think I'm getting better at kissing."
She blinked at him, dumbfounded at such a statement. A moment later Shizuka found herself laughing. "Y-Y-Yeah, I-I'd say you are, though you started out pretty good at that already." She replied bringing him into a tender hug. The lights were still off leaving the two of them in darkness, but wrapped in his arms, Shizuka felt like she was standing beneath a summer sun.
"Shizuka, I…I don't want to leave you, but if we do this, we're going to need to be careful. I can run down the street to-"
"Relax, Hachiman. I'm on birth control. Always am, that didn't change when I started dating you. It especially didn't change when we started dating."
He genuinely looked a bit shocked at her statement, then looked to the side with a frown of embarrassment. "Oh yeah, I remember you telling me that once."
"Yep, before we started dating." Her amusement turned into hearty joy as she walked over and flicked the kitchen lights on. "Someday though…I do want to have kids. Sure, it's coming later in life, but…I'm confident it'll happen one day."
It'd became a bit of a trend for him to throw her words back at him, much to her annoyance but also her amusement. This time, she did it to him, albeit in an indirect way.
He got it all the same, and it brought a genuine, calm smile to his face. "It'll be hassle…but I already knew that when I made my choice."
"The choice that made you want to get away from your age range and back to me." She innocently joked. With every step toward her, she realized he knew it wasn't such an innocent remark. His arms looped around her, his eyes boring holes into her. Shizuka wondered how the hell anyone ever accused him of having dead fish eyes, they were a lion's on the hunt. Or having spied its preferred mate, and nothing was getting in its way. "I-I-It's not like I'm going to turn into one of those clingy jealous types. You're still young, so…it's just…"
"I already know. We're not normal, so we do have to lie and sneak around a little. I thought you'd hate that."
"A part of me does." He admitted while leaning forward. Their foreheads touched just like that night several weeks ago when they'd gotten together. The parallels could have meant this was the end of it, but Shizuka sighed in relief that it wasn't. This was just them coming upon a major hallmark, one that they'd mutually decided upon. "I don't like, but I can deal with it for a time. Besides…on nights like tonight, I want you all to myself, Shizuka."
Her right leg rose, tenderly grinding against his. He groaned at the act, much to her amusement. "My, how romantic of you, Hachiman."
His right hand grasped the back of her head, slightly angling it upward. "This is date night with my girlfriend, I'm not going to let anyone spoil it. Even the friends I never thought I had, and who I made partially thanks to you."
The space between them finally disappeared, and Shizuka couldn't be any happier for it.
Hachiman liked to think he'd been on a roll all night. He'd handled the unexpected encounter with Hayama's clique and his own clubmates pretty well all things considered.
"You're here with someone, aren't you?"
"…Yes, I am."
Admittedly, a part of him had been scared about what was to come next. Breaking Yui's heart had been bad enough, but Yukino was…different. More and more, he became aware that in another life, they'd have been together. That life wasn't this one though, and he wasn't some cheating ass who'd dump his current girlfriend to be with the girl he'd gotten rather close to over the last year. He and Yukino were close, but he'd made his choice, knowing it'd hurt her.
"Well, whoever she is, try to treat her right. You can be a pain, but you can also be…a great guy. Be that guy for her." He saw the pain, the envy, in her eyes, but there was also encouragement. She was speaking to him as a friend that wanted this relationship he was in to succeed, even if it wasn't with her.
Yukino really was a good person, and he hoped there was a guy out there lucky enough to earn her love.
"I will, I promise. Goodnight, Yukino." He'd said back with a smile before heading for the theater exit. He walked straight toward the woman he'd chosen, the woman he hoped he hadn't kept waiting for too long.
That woman pulled him down into the bed-her bed, shaking it in the process. Before the night was through it was going to be shook a hell of a lot more. Odds were half the sheets and the pillows were going to be lying on the floor, along with their clothes.
Speaking of those, Hachiman was a little surprise they hadn't completely torn those off by now. Their socks had gone as had their jackets, but otherwise they were still very much decent. As they aggressively kissed one another he knew that they were building up to discarding those too. Excitement and anxiety did a tango within him.
Man, what if she's disappointed? What if she thinks I'm not…big enough? Gah, why the hell am I thinking about this now? Oh, that's right, because you're about to have sex with a girl for the first time in your life. He grimaced at how his pessimism was rearing its ugly head. Of course, it had to be now.
Suddenly, a hand came down on the black river, halting it in its tracks. That same hand pulled him from its murky depths into its luminous silver light.
"Hachiman," the woman he'd fallen head over heels for whispered. "It's okay. I'll accept you, no matter what."
His eyes felt like they were on the verge of bulging out of his skull. "W-W-Wha…" Understanding soon swept through him, leading to an embarrassed blush. "Was I…that obvious?"
"Yeah, you kind of were, plus, I know you." She answered with that understanding smile he always found himself weak toward. "This is your first time, so it's fine that you're nervous."
He still looked away, blushing up a storm that he couldn't stop. "Still, I wish I could be one of those guys that's able to remain perfectly cool during his first time."
"Well, you're not, and that's perfectly fine." Leaning up, she framed his face with both hands and kissed him. It was the solar gale that burned away the last vestiges of his doubt. His hands moved to wrap around her waist, pressing her against him as he began grinding against her. Shizuka broke the kiss to let out a sultry moan that had him shuddering in further anticipation. "S-S-See, you're…already making me feel good."
Sliding his right hand down to her ass, he groped it, turning those whispering moans into a sudden gasp. "I'm going to make you feel better, Shizuka." He whispered. All her limbs wrapped around him. Hachiman chuckled, feeling a surge of pride where once that was fear he'd be underperforming. Moving his lips behind the curtain of dark hair, he placed short but tender kisses on the teacher's neck. "You know how many guys found you attractive. It was an open secret despite how scary you could be, you were also a beautiful woman."
"Y-Y-You a-a-a-always thought that? E-E-Even when I-"
"Had be kneeled over from a gun punch? Had me scared out of my mind from a glancing blow? Yeah, even those times. You were fiercely beautiful."
She pushed him up, a glare forming on her face. It was undermined by how red her cheeks were. "You're not saying that just because of the mood, are you?"
"Not really, it's because we're in this position I feel like saying it." Sitting up, he brought her along with her. He held her with such care that she practically melted in his embrace. Moreso from the way he stared deeply into her silver eyes. "There are guys out there who get off on seeing a woman being that strong."
"Well, I never met any." She pouted.
Her puffed-up cheeks deflated as he quickly seized her lips for himself. Shizuka's surrender to the kiss was immediate; she grasped at his chest as she sunk into it. Hachiman pulled her against him, feeling her chest squeezing against his. Between it and the sweet ecstasy of her lips he felt himself getting incredibly, painfully hard. It was still raging in his pants when he pulled away, staring deep into her eyes. "I'm glad you didn't, at least not before me. I'd have had to watch them take you instead of me." Hachiman gave her a moment to comprehend his words before he struck again. He forced her onto her back, though she didn't seem to be complaining about it.
His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, gripping the edges while he pulled away. Shizuka leaned up, still not having had her fill of his mouth. He could understand the feeling, but he wanted to see her in all her naked glory, and he took the first step to achieving that.
Even so, he wasn't entirely prepared with what lay beyond the first step.
"Holy…shit."
Shizuka looked away, her eyes half-lidden and her cheeks still aflame. "Y-You know this isn't the first time you've seen me naked from the waist up. There was that camping trip, a-and I was even wearing a bikini top."
"You looked great in that." He confessed.
"T-T-Thanks." She whispered. "B-But anyways, like I said, this isn't the first time you've…seen me wearing so little."
Shutting his mouth, he took a second to compose himself. "You're right…but this is the first time I've been able to touch you in a certain kind of way." With ironclad focus, he reached forward with his right hand, gently grasping her left breast. A hot moan tumbled from her lips. Hachiman moved his left to her waist, toward her belt buckle. "You're still wearing too much."
Her breathing grew rapid as she reached down for her waist. Her fingers helped him out making things go a lot faster. Once the belt and the buttons were all undone, she pulled her hands away. They were shaking with the rest of her. Hachiman's own hands shook as he gripped the sides of her pants and pulled them down. He looked away to drop them on the floor before looking back. The sight of Shizuka clad in nothing but her bra and underwear was a sight that set all the blood in his veins aflame, and sent it into overdrive.
Cute is how he'd always described her with occasional bouts of beautiful. The latter fit more so than ever before, yet it wasn't enough to describe lying back and batting her eyes at him. She was actually batting her eyes at him lying there in nothing but her jet-black bra and underwear. The latter of which he could somewhat make out had a stain in the center.
"How's about now, Hachiman?" She cooed.
All he did was breath out, then he pounced on her. "Still too much, but it's better now."
"N-Naaaahh~! Mmmmmm~!" A combination of the kiss and groping threw her mind for a loop. Hachiman practically felt her liquify beneath him, yet he kept a hold on her via her tongue and chest, both of which he claimed for himself. He knew this was an unapologetically pervy look, but he did so with the pride and confidence knowing that the woman beneath him wanted this as much as him. She'd been practically begging for him to take her, and he did that with gusto. Hachiman felt her hands on his back, lightly clawing at it as he gripped and groped her breasts. It continued even when their kiss ended, temporarily. They went right back at it once they got their fill of air. "Mmmmmaah~ Mmmmmhh~"
Hachiman could shamelessly admit that groping his girlfriend was addictive. She was still wearing her bra meaning he still hadn't gotten to the best part, but he was enjoying where he was at. Still, he knew things could get better, and he took a step toward that in removing his left hand.
Shizuka's eyes flew up as she felt it reach its intended destination. "A-A-Ahhhhh~! H-H-Hachim-m-moooonn~! W-W-Wha…h-h-how…h-h-how are…"
"You know," he began. "I think I really like seeing you like this. It's so cute."
She faced him with blissful tears in her eyes. His fingers had brought her so low in so little time it was astonishing. "A-A-Ahhh~! Y-You…h-how…a-a-are you…s-s-so good at this?" Her desperate answer was dotted with erotic gasps and moans that he had to translate through.
"Guess in some areas I am a natural." Came his cool response. And with that, I want to believe my cool factor just went up a level or two. Spoke an inner version of himself proudly raising his fist to the sky. "Are you enjoying this, Shizuka?" He innocently asked.
She bit her lip as her back arched off the bed. Her vaginal walls squeezed on his thrusting fingers giving him an answer. "Yes, I am!" But, of course, a verbal one worked too. "K-K-Keep going, Hachi! Y-You're…so deep inside of…inside…" She grasped at the pillows on either side of her head, further arching her back up. The move allowed his left fingers to push deeper into her vaginal tunnel.
His right hand had moved beneath her bra allowing him to feel the tender flesh that lay beneath it. Like he'd said, this time, he could touch her, all to his heart's delight. His heart also cried out for him to remove the black garment that still clung to her chest. Sure, he'd found a way around it, but a part of him longed to see his girlfriend laid completely bare before him.
With that goal in mind, he moved his right hand from the front of her chest to behind it. Feeling around her back, he grasped the clip of her bra and began to undo it. Hachiman had a gut feeling he was going to end up needing both hands, and he turned out to be right.
Shizuka had a moment of exhausted relief as he removed his fingers from her clit, though it was also a moment of intense longing. She'd felt herself verging on an orgasm just thanks to Hachiman's hand. She wanted it so badly she was ready to shout.
Cool air touched her nipples, then came a burst of smoldering heat. She cried out as her left nipple was engulfed in a clap of warmth and softness. Lightning stroke across it leading her to scream even louder. They continued as the strokes kept on coming, piling up until Shizuka could feel herself beginning to tear into the pillows. Her head began thrashing back and forth as he switched nipples.
It really was like he said, maybe he was a natural at this.
"A-Ahh~! Mmaaah~! Aaaaahh~" From her nipples on down, she felt his lips descending. It took her only a second to realize what he was going to do. Hundreds of bubbles of excitement burst inside of her. She felt herself sliding her legs open in preparation for when he eventually got down there.
Lifting her head down, she saw that iconic, stupid yet cute cowlick of his right between her legs. It was something she never thought she'd see, but here she was. Here she was, and happy beyond words that it was him between her legs. Hachiman looked up, his eyes meeting hers.
He crawled upward, his lips perked and ready to meet hers. Shizuka gladly took him, savoring the kiss that they shared.
Hachiman knew he could have just dived straight into her cunt, but he wanted to make this moment as special as possible. Besides, when he saw those big loving eyes, he just couldn't help himself.
Once he was eye-level with her waist, he pulled off her underwear, now thoroughly stained with her precum. Hachiman took a moment to bravely stare into the leaking cunt that he'd had his fingers in moments ago. His nose took in the sweet aroma of her arousal. Mine. That singular word rolled through his mind. His hands rose and fell on her thighs, then he dove in.
"AAAAAGAAAHH~! H-HACHIMAN~!"
Once he was in, he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop. So he didn't, Hachiman held onto her thighs and went in deep, pushing his tongue far into his former teacher's pussy. There was wetness on all sides, he lapped it up like a thirsty dog. It tasted so amazing that every bit he got wasn't enough leading him to want more.
"Aaaahhh~! Aaaaahhh~! Yes, that's it, Hachiman~! Yes, yes~!" Her legs clapped down on his head like a vice. Honestly, that he fully expected. Being sandwiched between her creamy thighs was a joy beyond words. He felt the pressure grow as he pushed deeper into her, knowing that she wasn't too far away from an orgasm.
Hachiman honestly didn't blame her. He felt his own member hard and rearing within his pants. In some corner of his mind, he imagined it in the place of his mouth, plowing the dark-haired beauty before him, making her scream her lungs out.
Her hands gripped his head for support as her orgasm drew closer. Hachiman felt it as well in the way her thighs tightened around his head. He actually enjoyed both, the feeling that he was driving her close to the edge with the intent of driving completely off it. His hold grip on her thighs tightened, partially because he pushed deeper into her. The squeeze of her walls around his tongue was near suffocating, but he didn't let it stop him. Hachiman Hikigaya was determined to make his girlfriend cum.
"Ha-HACHIMAN~!" She shouted in a voice that shook the entire bedroom.
So…this is…what a woman's cum is like. He floated in the white sea that was Shizuka's love nectar. He let it soak into every fiber of his being, letting it fill him up with feelings of sweet euphoria along with a tantalizing sense of pride. His mouth hung open letting as much of it into his mouth as he could. Hachiman felt perfectly comfortable with the thought of drowning in the delicious juices.
Despite that acceptance, it never quite came, though he had a feeling it wasn't for his lack of trying. Somewhere along the way, he came ton register the continued presence of a hand atop of his head. There was also the continued presence of the warm thighs on either side of him. Slowly, his vision cleared up, he turned his head to either side to see the sensual legs still on either side of him. Though they weren't squeezing his head like a melon they were still very much there, lying on either side of him. Looking straight up, he saw a pair of twin mounds steadily rising and falling. The faint panting of a woman in post-orgasmic bliss danced in his ears.
Licking his lips, he dove back into Shizuka's pussy, pushing deep and turning those pants into a sharp cry. The pressure came back, and with it another surge of cum that doused his face.
By the time he lifted his head up, Hachiman was sure he was utterly covered in his girlfriend's juices. He confirmed it when he rubbed his cheeks and lips. "Wow, you sure did have a lot of cum, Shizuka."
Her face was drenched as well, drenched in sweat. With her disheveled hair, he couldn't help but feel nothing short of aroused looking at her. She was the real goddess of his world, and he wanted to take her again. "I-I…it's…been a while, and you're…really good." She confessed.
Smiling, he reached across to both side and pulled his shirt off. The up-close show made the older woman gasp. "So are you, Shizuka." Everything about her, everything she'd done and said to him gave him the confidence to take the bold leap forward. He knew he wasn't muscular or physically fit, but he was glad he wasn't too skinny or fat either. Hachiman believed he was enough for the woman beneath him.
She pushed herself up, panting hard with that hungry look in her eyes. Shizuka reached out with her arms, wrapping them around his neck to bring him in for a new kiss. Her breasts and his chest, freed of all clothing, pressed against each other. His arms looped around her waist as he attempted to seize dominion of the kiss. To his surprise, she fought back, pushing against his tongue with a vigor that hadn't been there before. He quickly came to feel it-the erotic passion that she brought to his new kiss. This desire to have all of him just as he'd had her.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for…letting me love you."
Shizuka leisurely kissed the nap of his now exposed neck. "Same here, Hachiman. Now…let me show you how much I love you." His eyes widened as he immediately knew what she meant. They remained wide as she rolled them over. Hachiman was certain they must have been the size of the moon given what they were staring at, a beautiful woman naked as the day she was born looming above him, a loving smile on her face and aimed solely at him.
This wasn't the sort of thing that Hachiman ever believed would happen o him, least of all with someone like Shizuka. She deserved the best man in the world, and yet she'd accepted him.
Her hands felt gentle against his cheeks. They brough him into the full stretch as they began a new kiss. It felt like she was once again reading his mind and validating the surreal situation he was in. No, not situation, the dream, the dream that he never thought would become a reality. It was, and it was one that both of them were going to work at maintaining.
Hachiman was pushed back down, lying comfortable amidst the pillows as Shizuka winked at him. His cock was already straining against his pants, but a move like that had him feeling like it was going to spontaneously burst through his jeans. Then came her touch against his waistline, making him jump.
"Someone's eager. I wonder, how often have you-"
"I-I'm going to plead the fifth on that."
"This isn't America, Hachiman, and you're not American." She chided while working on his belt. He could practically hear it coming undone followed by his pants zipper. That one was just agonizing. Every passing second was marked by the seemingly eternal thunder-like beating of his heart. The loudest beats came when he saw-and felt-Shizuka grip his boxers as well as the rim of his pants. Both were pulled down in a single swift pull. Hachiman consciously raised his legs and braced himself. "Hmmm, you know, I'm happier than before that we got together. I don't think I'd like any other girl having this."
For a split second he wasn't sure his ears were working properly. They were working alright-he heard the echo of his voice as he jolted upward. "A-A-Ahhh! Gaaaaahh! S-S-S-Shizukaaaa!"
They came like raindrops in a storm, starting off slow then quickly growing in number. Grabbing at the sheets did little to avail the surging euphoria, it simply increased with each passing second. His eyes alternated between popping open only to squeeze shut. Who knows how long it took for him to grasp enough strength to keep them open. When he did he peered down and saw Shizuka Hiratsuka, his teacher, his crush, his girlfriend, tenderly kissing his cock. Not a moment passed when her lips weren't on it, dotting it with erotic affection. He gazed down just in time as her hands moved to join in the fun.
"Haaaaahhh~!"
"You're long and thick, Hachiman." She whispered while running her fingers up his length. He'd agonized over his cock size, spending quiet moments contemplating if he was "big enough" for girls. Now he had his answer. "Hmmm, six inches, just two inches shy of your namesake."
"G-Gaahhh…w-w-why do you…have to say it like that?" He groaned out.
"Like what?" She repeated, still stroking his cock with those delicate fingers. It was hard to believe they were capable of flipping a man onto his backside or delivering a punch strong enough to knock the air out of a person.
"Like…that." Hachiman attempted to clarify.
"Still not getting it. Why don't you try to be specific?" She was enjoying this, and really, he could hardly blame her.
He was enjoying it too. Groaning again, he buried the back of his head into the pillows, looking straight up at the ceiling. "Fuck, you're so cute when you do this."
Without looking down, he knew she was grinning. "I know." And then came the kiss to his tip. Hachiman's mouth hung open as that kiss turned into a complete swallowing. "Mmmm~! Hmmmmmm~!"
Holding tightly to the sheets as his side, Hachiman thrusted his hips upward as best he could. Shizuka's muffled moans became louder. His eyes shut in deep relish at the way her tongue flicked across his member. She ran it down the whole of his cock while sucking him with her lips. Hachiman threw his head back and screamed. He felt the surge swelling within him, building as his girlfriend kept on going. One of his hands broke from the bed to grasp at her head.
She peered up at him with those lustful golden eyes. He thrusted his hips up again, earning another muffled yet erotic moan from her. He did it again, and again, and again. Still, she had him outpaced, doing most of the work. Like Shizuka had said, she wanted to show him how much she loved him. Hachiman never could have imagined someone loved him this much, or it could feel this good.
"S-Shi…zuka…S-S-Shizuka, I-I'm…I can feel it. I can…" Up until now, his hand had been the only thing to ever make him cum. Hachiman had resigned himself to that being all he'd ever be afforded, or he deserved. The woman beneath him proved him that wasn't the case. "Aaaaahhh~! Aaaahh~! S-S-Shizuka, Shizuka!"
Oh, she knew he was about to cum. He felt her intensifying her sucking of his cock. Her hands drifted to his balls which she started massaging. Hachiman knew she had some experience, but his heart jumped for joying knowing that experience was all going to be focused toward him. It jumped for joy knowing that the beautiful woman between his legs was his. His arm shot down, grasping the top of her head as veins appeared along his neck.
"Sh-S-SHIZUKA~!" He yelled as his member erupted in masculine juices.
He couldn't see her take it all, but he knew she did. Hachiman could hear it-the lewd "gulp-gulp-gulp" she made as he emptied his load into her mouth. Moments later he was able to see it, watch her swallow every shot he made into her mouth. It almost felt like the sight led him to cum even more.
She took a little more of it before she broke off, thus allowing some of his cum to hit her face. It too was an erotic sight that would forever remain buried in his mind. Especially given the fact that she looked at him and smiled.
Too fucking cute! It's fucking hot! Hachiman raged within his mind.
"Hehehe, you taste pretty sweet, Hachiman." She stated after swallowing the load in her mouth. Her eyes moved down to his cock. Despite the best, and first, blowjob he'd ever had, it was still hard, especially after she reached down and stroked it. "This is-"
"Yours. It's all yours." He declared. Shizuka looked at him, her lips slowly curling into a smile. Smiling back, he chuckled in amusement and relief. "That was incredible, Shizuka. You're…you're incredible."
Tenderly, she stroked his cheek. "So are you, Hachiman, my Hachiman." Their mouths closed the distance resulting in another kiss. What number this one was, neither of them knew nor cared. "So…only one thing left to do." His cheeks flared up at her words, and so did hers. She knew as well as him there was something special about what was about to happen next. "Do you want to be on top, or-"
He grasped at her hips. "You be on top. This time."
Her smile turned into a smirk. "This time?" she teased.
"I'll get my turn." He argued with a smile. "For tonight though, I…I liked seeing you that way. I want to see you again. I…" She nodded, already knowing what he meant. Hachiman moved his hands to her hips, helping lift her up and angling her so she was atop his cock. They shared a glance between each other, nodding in confirmation before taking deep breaths.
Look at me, so nervous at how long it's been. Shizuka self-chastised. Immediately after that, she braced herself for the fulfillment she knew was about to follow, and which she longed for.
In bringing her down, Hachiman gave it to her, in spades.
"AAAAAAHHH~!" They cried in unison.
The sense of completion on both their ends was instantaneous. As Shizuka had predicted, she felt fulfilled, made whole even, by the manhood of her student-turned-lover. She clenched at his shoulders as she basked in the initial bliss of his penetration of her cunt. Hachiman did the same, marveling the sheer warmth that was Shizuka's vaginal hole. It just felt so right being inside of her, feeling her clench at his shoulders, and the heated breaths that rolled over his shoulder.
"You're…tight, and I can feel you getting tighter, Shizuka." He groaned.
She started bouncing herself atop his hips before she'd even thought of a response. It turned out to be a rather simple one anyway. "And you're big, Hachiman. Haaaahhh~ Aaaaaahhh~! Yessss~! God, yes~!"
"Do you feel good, Shizuka?"
"Yes~!"
She was still doing most of the work, which spurred Hachiman to give more on his end. He knew he still had plenty of energy. Hell, it felt like he had more than when they started. Thanks to the woman atop of him he'd experienced so much, so many incredible things. He knew what sex truly felt like and what made it so great.
Maybe…this is what people call making love. He held onto the language teacher as she bounced atop him. It was rough but he eventually learned when to time his thrusts. She came down and he went up, pushing his member deeper into her womanly hole. Her voice rung out through the room, an erotic cry that reverberated through Hachiman's ears. I want to hear her sound like this more often. I want to be the only one to make her moan like this! Scream like this!
"Hachi…man." His head was grasped and pulled away. "Hachiman~" Her moans came to a temporary end as their lips melded together. The smoldering kiss muffled the intense scream they would have made from their mutual thrusts, hers downward and his upward. Shizuka's G-Spot had undoubtedly been hit and it shook her body in all the best ways. She pulled away, gasping air that wasn't nearly enough. "Haaah~! Aaaah~!"
Shizuka knew she was seeing a side of Hachiman Hikigaya that few could have every imagined. She knew that in another life, some lucky girl, most likely Yukino Yukinoshita, would have had the pleasure of experiencing. Maybe in that life she would have been jealous of her instead of the reverse that was this life. So many women had no idea how good of a man Hachiman was, in so many ways, including the carnal ways. The way he was taking her, the way he made her feel in holding her, stroking her, and kissing her while fucking her to their joint heart's content.
It's been too long…I've forgotten what it feels like to have a guy make love to me. She held onto the man she loved, feeling a familiar tightening within her. Eyes shut, she looked up, savoring the growing pressure.
"You're…going to cum, aren't you?" He grounded out.
"Heh, so are you…Hachiman." Grinning, he stole her lips in a short but hot kiss. "Together."
"Yes, absol-fucking-lutely."
She was screaming a heartbeat later. Her boyfriend's reservoir of strength hadn't yet ran dry. Shizuka once again took joy in the fact that she knew several things about Hachiman Hikigaya no other woman would, and several strengths of his were hers to delight in. She felt no shame at that, only pure, ever-increasing joy.
That same joy swelled within Hachiman. He was the guy who accepted he'd never get a girlfriend, that no girl would ever feel even remotely attracted to him or feel for him except out of pity. He expected his confession to be met with pity, but here he was, bouncing atop his hips the strongest and most beautiful woman he'd ever met. Hachiman wouldn't trade her for anyone, not a woman of his age, not any of his classmates.
They locked eyes at the end of their exclusive yet similar internal musings. Hot breaths slipped from their lips before they jointly inhaled through their mouths. Hachiman made one final thrust with his hips, pushing it straight up while Shizuka brought herself down as much as she could. Her G-spot wasn't hit, it was downright smashed in a way it hadn't been in ages.
"HACHIMAAAAN~!"
"SHIZUKAAAA~!"
His essence exploded within her, blasting into her womb, saturating every corner. It could have been called a marking as Hachiman and Shizuka had no intention of doing this with anyone else. Amidst their screams, they looked to each other. Their bodies continued to shake as their first couple's orgasm rung through them, leaving them breaking apart only to be built back up together.
They kissed as their voices died down, that being how they spent the remainder of their orgasm. Tongues pushed and slapped against one another in a battle neither had any intention of winning. It was just for the sheer joy of it, and that joy was greater than words could describe. Sweating bodies remained pressed together, arms wrapped tight as they shuddered with orgasmic joy. Their hips continued to grind against one another despite the overflow of cum that poured from the woman's overstuffed cunt.
With that stuffed cunt, Shizuka collapsed against her former student. He held her in his arms as he miraculously descended back down onto the bed.
Tears spilled from her eyes as she mustered the strength to look to him. Hachiman reached up and wiped them away, knowing where they came from.
"Would you mind if I never stop calling you amazing?" He asked with a smile.
Her hand rose, falling on his and gripping it with tenderness. "No. I'm a bit of a needy woman, so it's probably for the best you keep on telling me that. Would you mind if I kept on doing the same."
"Heh, no, I don't think I will. For you…there's so much I want to be, but most importantly, I want to be the guy that makes you happy like I promised." Hachiman lovingly answered.
"Hachiman, you do, you so do." She affirmed leaning forward and kissing him.
They eventually parked, still staring longing into each other's eyes. A glint appeared in Hachiman's dark eyes. It preceded him quickly removing himself and sitting up.
"H-H-Hey, H-H-Hachiman?" Shizuka asked in confusion. "What are you-h-hey!" Her confusion made it hard for her to stop him as he rolled her over, right onto her stomach. Propping herself up on her hands she looked back at him, silence taking over as she noticed that continued glint in his eyes.
To his credit, he stared back at her, that loving aura still here even as he gripped her hips. "Shizuka, do you…want to go again?"
Her cheeks became enflamed as she felt the miniscule but very much there touch of his cock against his pussy. Was he angling it there intentionally? Who cares! Just say yes! A Chibi version of herself. "Y-Y-You…still have some energy left?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "If you don't…"
She gripped the sheets beneath her. "Come on, I'm the adult here. I've so got the strength for another round or two." The boast was made with her head held high.
"Okay then." Hachiman singularly said, a smile on his face. "Then get ready."
"Oh, give me your best-gaaah~! Gaaaaahhh~! H-H-H-Hachiman, s-s-slow…s-s-slow down! Hachiman! Hachi-MAAAAAAN~!"
He took pride in bringing that proud head low, crashing into the pillows, and keeping it there for the next hour, though that only marked the end of their second round. At the end of it they decided to turn the light off before continuing in darkness.
When light returned to the room several hours later, the couple didn't rise to greet it, not immediately.
Shizuka turned her head to the fully awake teenager beside her. "So…do you…feel like staying over for the day?"
His arm had never left her waist since they fell asleep. Even as morning dawned on them he was reluctant to her go. With her question, he came to a decision. "I don't see why not. There's not a lot of other places I'd rather be."
"Back home making sure your sister's alright?"
"I'm pretty sure she is." He nonchalantly answered. "And I'm pretty sure Yukinoshita and Yuigahama are too. There's only one woman that I want to-"
He'd been on a roll, he really had. From the time the afternoon of yesterday throughout the night to the morning it'd been one good thing after another. It seemed like a never-ending ascension. And then his stomach growled.
Cheeks aflame he facepalmed, "Oh, come on."
Beside him, his girlfriend erupted into laughter. "Geez, relax. It's a totally normal thing to wakeup hungry after a night like we just had." Hearing that he turned back to face her, his frown having turned into a light smile. Seizing on the opportunity, she peeked him on the lips. "And it's also totally normal for a woman to cook her boyfriend a nice breakfast after giving her such an incredible night."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the house husband here." He jokingly argued. She merely laughed and threw her arms around his neck.
They may not have been normal, but it'd be a nice, normal breakfast. They were entitled to that, and that's exactly what they would enjoy. Followed next by a normal Sunday together.
And that marks the end of my first Hikigaya/Hiratsuka Lemon. There's very of them so I tried to make this one have some impactful. There were a couple of ideas I went with including having Shizuka get cold feet at the door to her apartment or for them to be interrupted by a phone call, preferable Hikigaya getting one from Komachi. The more I thought about it the more I came to dislike the idea so I scrapped it. Naturally they'd have tried again with more success.
Another thing that dedicated how things turned out was the subplot I ended up thinking more and more about while writing this story. It was that Hikigaya and Hiratsuka have a date night at the movies, but as I thought up the fallout I ended up focusing more on the theme of choices and standing by them. The idea really gnawed at me since this story is a sequel to my previous one where Hikigaya chooses Hiratsuka; I wanted to take a little peek at the fallout of that choice. That's how I stumbled into writing them discussing Hayama, whose indecision I felt would keep him from making a choice like Hikigaya did knowing it'd make people sad or hurt. Then there's the image of perfection and the choices made to maintain it; I'll admit that was supposed to crop up with Hikigaya and Hiratsuka choosing to reveal their relationship to Yukino and Yui. I'll probably revisit that since I do think that they, along with potentially Iroha, would be some of the few they'd trust with the truth of their relationship, at least before graduation.
I hope you all enjoyed this story. I've been eager to get it out. While it wasn't Hiratsuka's first time, it was very special for her just as much as it was for Hikigaya. They passed a major landmark in their relationship, and it's only going to keep going forward in future stories. The Hiratsu-Kawaii, Shizu-Kawaii comics helped inspire some parts of this story and they're going to be an inspiration for some other stories like this one going forward. Leave your thoughts in the reviews and stay safe, readers!