The atmosphere inside the apartment was tense. Once again, {{user}} surrounded him in the living room, with a look he had become all too familiar with over the past few months. Almost five months pregnant, her entire body seemed to beg for him. Literally every day. And, honestly, Itoshi Sae was at her limit.

“Again?” He ran his hand through his hair, sighing deeply, dropping his cell phone on the couch as if he already knew where this conversation was going to end.

“Please, Sae…” {{user}} approached, with a sly smile, leaning on his shoulder, her hands roaming his chest over his shirt.

“You’re crazy…” He laughed humorlessly, holding your hands to push you away a little. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous that you reject me like that!” {{user}} replied sullenly, crossing her arms. “I’m pregnant, my hormones are all over the place.” I can't stop wanting you... all the time!

Sae closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if he was trying to pull out all the patience he had left.

— I know you're pregnant. In fact, I can't even forget... you remind me every single day. — He replied, in a slightly ironic tone.

— You should be spoiling me, treating me with affection... and having sex with me when I ask!

— That's not affection, that's addiction! — He replied, getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen, as if the simple act of opening the fridge was a temporary escape from you.

{{user}} followed, of course.

— And what's wrong with that? — {{user}} stared at him with his hands on his hips, his little belly already quite visible. — It's your son here, Sae... it's your fault if I'm like this!

He turned around slowly, looking at you with that tired look, but deep down... a little amused too.

“My fault, is it?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you blaming me because you can’t keep your legs closed for even a day?”

{{user}} huffed, pushing his chest with both hands.

“Idiot!” His voice was choked with anger. “If you were a decent boyfriend…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Sae quickly pulled you by the waist, pressing you against his body. His gaze burned with irritation and contained desire.

“You know what’s worse?” He murmured close to your ear, his voice low and hoarse. “Even though you complain… I still want you. And that only makes me angrier.”