My body was thrumming with nervous excitement as I hurried down the hall to our apartment, keys jangling in hand. I'd been a ball of anxious anticipation all day, but there had also been a sense of foreboding because of how much it reminded me of yesterday's disappointment.

I worked the lock, half-expecting to see Keika waiting for me-

But no, the only shoes in the foyer belonged to Hachiman and I... Which meant I had him all to myself. After the tension of my conflicting expectations throughout the day, that thought left me giddy.

"I'm home!" I called out, scrabbling to undo the clasps of my boots from under the ankle-length skirt I was wearing. I took the opportunity to shuck my socks as well, discarding them without care in my rush to throw myself at Hachiman, who was just stepping out of the kitchen.

"Welc-" His greeting was cut off when I crashed into his chest and he stumbled back a half step, reflexively steadied me with his hands while I wasted no time dragging him into a kiss. I traced his lips with my tongue insistently, darting in to explore his mouth when they parted. I kept pushing against him with some half-formed idea of getting him against a wall, but now that his footing was firm it felt like trying to shift a tree, and that was even better.

His hands slipped down to grip me by the hips, drawing a muffled moan from me as our tongues clashed with growing intensity. I was running one hand through his hair and fumbling his belt with the other, and I had it half undone when he slipped the hook of my skirt and pulled the zipper, letting it pool in a puddle at my feet.

A shiver went through me as I was exposed. I pushed myself away from him while stepping out of my skirt, then took a few more steps back for good measure. I pulled my sweater off and threw it to the side, my face growing hotter as I let Hachiman get a good look at me.

My hands were poised in a display of false modesty that hid nothing important, stomach fluttering as I watched him take in my embroidered periwinkle lingerie, his gaze lingering on the matching stockings and garterbelt that emphasized my long legs. I shifted my weight to one foot and made a show of displaying the other leg, humming in satisfaction as his eyes followed.

"What do you think?" I mustered my best impression of a demure maiden, though I imagined my smile was anything but shy.

He grinned, eyes twinkling as he closed the distance between us. "It's terrible. We need to get you out of those right away."

My excited giggle morphed into a surprised squawk as he bent down, grabbed me around the thighs and lifted me up over his shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh while I tried to find purchase on his back and right myself.

"Wait, wait, hold on-" I protested through my laughter, but he delivered a slap to my upturned butt which made me break off with a squeak, following it up with a firm grope.

"Nope, no waiting," He declared, and I resigned myself to being carried to the bedroom wearing almost nothing but a grin. I giggled to myself, kicking and squirming in his grip until I earned another playful swat. He dropped his hand down and started massaging my thigh, my breath catching as he slowly worked his hand higher.

I busied myself with reaching around to finish undoing Hachiman's belt. Once it was free I pulled it from the loops and dropped it in the hall, just because I thought it might make him smile later while picking up our scattered clothing.

We stormed the bedroom, pausing only long enough for Hachiman to kick the door shut behind us, before he tossed me on the bed with a bounce that had the frame creaking in protest. I propped myself up with my hands, wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him up to the edge of the bed. A little thrill shot through me as our hips met and I felt his erection straining against his pants, grinding myself against it while I fixed him with a smoldering look. "Now that you've got me right where you want me..."

"Mmm, I don't know about that. I can think of a few more positions I'd like to have you in," he said as he moved in, lips meeting mine for a moment before trailing a line of kisses down my neck. I offered myself up, throwing back my head and arching my back, exhaling sharply when he nibbled my collarbone and traced a hand up my side to slip the bra strap from my shoulder.

My breath was coming quick, anticipation building as he kissed between my breasts and slowly slid the other strap down. He moved over to my exposed cleavage, sucking and scraping gently with his teeth, and I worked a hand through his hair with a throaty mmmf.

I let myself fall back and pulled Hachiman down with me, wrapping both arms around his head. He tugged down my bra, drawing a shape around one nipple with his tongue that had me groaning, pushing up against him. The distracting tingle I'd been feeling all day was now a deep ache in my core, clenching around nothing with his every movement.

"Hachi-" I started to whine, transitioning into a low moan when he took it in his mouth, tongue swirling, punctuated by the delicate nipping of his teeth. He groped my other breast at the same time, rolling his thumb across the peak while I writhed against him, little shocks of pleasure that left me gasping.

He took time to leave a hickey on the underside of one breast before continuing lower, both hands massaging my chest in a rhythm that I couldn't grasp, soft, firm, then soft again. I was trembling from the caress of his lips and tongue on my stomach, around my navel, then lower... My legs spread wider as he reached the waistband of my underwear, hips rising as I sought his touch, but he pulled away with a smirk, instead placing kisses on my inner thigh.

I tried to pull his head down but he hardly budged, slowly working his way inward with an amused glint in his eyes. I was panting from the maddeningly indirect stimulation, legs twitching as his face drew closer and closer, and he had to use both hands to hold my thighs down when he started nibbling the prominent tendon there. My hips strained against his grip as I felt his hot breath through my underwear, hands trying to force him just a little lower...

"C-come on Hachiman, please... I've been waiting all day," I whimpered, and he smiled up at me playfully.

"Mmm, so I should take my time, right?" he teased, slowly inching down my panties from both sides.

"Noooo," I let out a piteous whine and he suddenly stood, lifting that thin scrap of fabric up to my knees. His pants dropped to the floor and a moment later I felt his hardness between my legs, sliding between my thighs and resting on my belly. I reached down to caress it, press it against my stomach, the intense heat against my skin eliciting a twinge from deep inside me.

Hachiman lifted me by the hips and slid us over so we were properly on the bed before settling over me. I shuddered and groaned as his rod slid against the wet spot between my legs, hips gyrating to grind myself against him, but it wasn't nearly enough.

"Hachiman, hurry..." I desperately pleaded, staring up at his infuriatingly satisfied face. He looked like he'd be happy to tease me for hours, and there was no way I could take that right now. I'd go crazy.

"I guess it'd be a little rude to make you wait any longer," he chuckled and pulled his hips back, my hands following, spreading myself for him. I felt him line up, tensing as he-

"Ooooh my god," I moaned as he pushed all the way in with one fluid motion, closing my eyes to savor the sensation. I gripped a fistful of his shirt in each hand as I spasmed around him, that hollow feeling finally banished, in its place the pleasant ache of being filled by something just a bit too big for me.

Hachiman leaned forward and our lips came together, tongues dancing. For a long moment we stayed like that, floating in a blissful state while I grew accustomed to his size. But as much as I loved these intimate moments, right now I was far too worked up to be content with just that.

I rocked my hips, sighing with pleasure as his length shifted inside me. He got the hint, starting with a long, slow stroke that forced a gasp out of me as he bottomed out. He placed his hands on either side of me to hold himself up, and, after a few tentative thrusts, settled into a steady rhythm. After all the anticipation and teasing I was already more than halfway there, filling the room with the soft sounds of my pleasure, lifting my hips in time to meet each thrust.

"Hachiman, don't stop..." I panted, and he grinned down at me.

"I wasn't planning on it," and something about the confident way he stated it sent a little jolt of electricity down my spine.

It was coming up fast now, peaks building higher and higher, my movements growing frantic and desperate as Hachiman shifted his pace to match the heights I was chasing. It was like he could see right through me, like he always knew exactly what I needed. I hooked one of my arms around his neck, the other exploring the territory under his shirt, and all I could think about was how much I loved him.

He placed a hand on my breast and put a bit of his weight on me, rapidly flicking over the nipple with a forefinger, and I fell over the edge with a whimper.

White-hot waves of ecstasy tore through me, leaving me twisting in the sheets and biting my lip to stifle some of the sounds I couldn't hold back. Hachiman didn't slow down even as I finished, grabbing one of my legs near the knee and holding me down so I wouldn't move enough for him to slide out. That bit of restriction and the fierce concentration on his face only fanned the flames, a surge of passion that sent me even higher, convulsing and grinding against him as the significance of everything else faded away.

For long seconds my orgasm kept going, ebbing for a moment before a new tremor of tingling pleasure left me shaking in its wake. As I finally came back to my senses, trembling and weak, Hachiman started to speed up. It was intense, uncomfortably so because of how sensitive I was right now, but I didn't ask him to stop.

He was close, and I wanted it.

There was something quietly gratifying about enduring it, like an unspoken affirmation of my love for him. Even if he would never know, I'd do it for him anyway, and that thought made it easy to bear. I concentrated on my anticipation of what was coming and after a few moments, I could feel it working. The grunts I'd been suppressing were gradually shifting to little moans, dull sparks of pleasure blooming within my discomfort, growing in frequency and intensity.

I glanced up at Hachiman but I could only meet his gaze for an instant before I was forced to turn away, heart hammering like mad in my chest. His glare was too intense, too focused. He looked dangerous; a far cry from his usual gentle self. Having him turn those eyes on me was both a little intimidating and a little exciting.

He suddenly straightened, his hands finding my hips and pulling me into each thrust, one of his thumbs pressing down on that warm spot below my navel and sending a shiver through me. It's not like it felt particularly good, but his intent was absolutely clear and incredibly arousing.

With a final grunt he buried himself to the hilt, punctuated by short, deep strokes, and I wrapped my legs around him as best as I could with my panties still around my knees. I felt him twitch and throb inside me, drawing out a long, low moan as I indulged in the fantasy that I might actually get pregnant from this.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, lazily grinding against each other as we eked out every last bit of pleasure from each other, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Hachiman leaned back to strip off his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead before tossing it.

He fixed me with a goofy smile, "There's coffee in the kitchen if you want some," he offered, shifting as if to pull away but pausing as I tightened the grip of my legs around his waist.

I answered his questioning look with a sultry smile, raising my legs so I could slide my panties the rest of the way off. I pushed myself up so I was sitting in his lap, staring deep into his eyes and basking in the heat of our bodies coming together.

Draping my arms around his neck, I leaned in until our noses touched, purring, "Coffee later. No way I'm letting you go until we make up for yesterday."


I sat on the edge of the bed and sipped from my mug, grimacing at the taste of black coffee long gone cold. Saki was laid out looking like she was ready to doze off, a satisfied smile plastered across her face, body shining with sweat. Her hips were at an odd angle thanks to the pillow under her butt, a tip she'd found in one fertility article or another. We'd gone three rounds before she was sated, though I'd been forced to take longer and longer breaks between.

It's not like I wasn't satisfied, either. I liked seeing Saki succumb to pleasure probably more than anything else, except maybe trying to get her pregnant, and I considered myself a decently attentive lover. I was pretty sure I knew all her buttons by now, both the ones she liked and the ones she didn't. Even if I didn't actually want to do anything that she hated, I knew from experience that she would let me do whatever I wished.

She was perfect.

So why the hell was I thinking about Keika?

I fought down the intrusive thought with difficulty, wallowing in the bitter, black guilt that remained. I put down the mug of cold coffee and cracked open one of the water bottles I'd brought during an earlier break instead, draining half of it while trying to clear my head. I turned to Saki and offered her the rest, but she sluggishly waved it off with a contented hum.

It wasn't working. My thoughts circled back to last night no matter which direction I steered them, playing back the scene where she'd lost herself completely and comparing it to Saki's subdued sense of control. Or this morning, where I'd noticed for the first time how tight her top clung to her-

Damnit.

I felt a familiar stirring between my legs and looked down, heaving a defeated sigh.

You traitor.