Chapter 1: Hiratsuka Shizuka

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Hachiman mumbled warily. He needed to phrase it right or else there might be some dire consequences in the future, labelled a pervert being one of them. "You would have trouble…sleeping."

Shizuka moved to sit up. She pulled the covers to hide her breasts from view. "Is this your way of telling me to get out of my bed?"

"No! Where did you get that idea?" He was alarmed. Out of all the things he could ask, asking her to leave was not one of them. Hachiman wanted to stay, fall asleep beside her, underneath the covers, naked, the two of them.

But Shizuka couldn't read his thoughts.

"You can leave." she said, voice hard and thick. "This was just sex. Not even good sex with you being a virgin and what not. This doesn't have to mean anything. We slept together, you got to fuck your hot former teacher, done deal. Let's forget about it. Yes." her voice took the wrong bend down the curve and swerved sharp. "Get out of my house, Hikigaya."

"Shizuka." he used her first name. The same name he had called out when she had frenched open his mouth and left him gasping for air. Her name had been on his lips countless times as hers traveled down the column of his throat, laying open mouthed kisses to his torso. The tremors he had felt down his abdomen were left in her wake. The hot, wet sensation, the smart lick up the base and head, as her fingers worked their magic, he had called out her name like a plea.

Before tonight, he had thought only guys could cup women because, of course, a pair of breasts were there to be cupped. How wrong he had been. Men had a pair too. Thank god, he had grown a pair and taken the cues tonight and led her back to her home, then when invited, to her bedroom.

But now he was making a mess of things. He had to be direct, get the meaning across straight and perfect. Good thing, he could use her words to his advantage.

"Shizuka, I love you."

"…Fuck you."

"No look. Listen!" Hachiman tried not be distracted. She had tried to slap him when he had said he loved her, right now. The covers which were earlier drawn up to her breasts, fell down and pooled below her waist. Thankfully, the room was dark enough and the juncture between her thighs remained, hidden because of the covers which had slipped from her hands when she lunged forward to slap him. But, as he caught her open palm, his eyes also caught sight of her breasts. Bare, naked, nipples pebbled.

Hachiman tried to focus. They were breasts. Just breasts. He had been touching them a few moments ago, marveling there perfection as to how they filled both his palms, full and warm, soft yet firm. He also thanked them for being particularly erogenous. Shizuka couldn't have shouted out his name, loud enough.

He considered it a win-win situation.

But now this.

"Listen, I really love you, Shizuka." Hachiman went. "And I'm not saying that just because we had sex. Kicking you out of bed, why the hell would I do that to someone I love. But if you want me gone, because I wasn't good in bed, well, I would hate it, but I would leave."

"…Don't leave." Shizuka said. She made to grab his arm and he thought whether she forgot she was naked. Her naked breasts bundled up to the side of his arm, touching, making him loose his resolve. Damn. These weren't just breasts. There was nothing just about them. "I got angry because I misunderstood your words. Your fault for being so damn vague. But, please don't leave. I lied about the other part."

Hachiman smirked like the man he was.

"What part?"

"Don't gloat. It's not sexy." Shizuka blushed. "Y-you were not bad in bed."

Hachiman tried to be logical, follow the rules of cause and effect. "I didn't make you climax."

"Sure you-"

"No," He cut her off. "I didn't."

Shizuka Hiratsuka knew it was useless to lie. Damn him and whatever this was. Most men couldn't care less about their female sexual partners as long as their needs were taken care off. It wasn't worth it to ask whether the woman in the relationship was ever sexually satisfied. At least he was and that's all that mattered. And even if some men asked about whether it was good or perfect or whether she came, to put it crudely, it had more to do with stroking their own, over inflated male ego than anything to do with her.

But damn him. Hachiman Hikigaya. She wondered whether this could be called gentlemanly or not. It didn't sound like it, talking about sexual satisfaction, the female orgasm or lack thereof in this situation and most others as well.

But he really looked bothered and she was touched. She decided to go for round two as soon as he got hard, which given his age, and lack of experience, this being his first, wouldn't be that hard.

Hard.

"Was that a giggle?"

"Nothing. It's nothing, Hikigaya." God, she felt like a high school girl, young and innocent, trying to control herself from giggling over the first dirty joke she ever heard in her life. Shizuka blamed him. He made her feel this way. She felt younger, more livelier, like an adult woman not always feeling lost in one kiss and a little blushing girl falling in love in the next.

Hachiman Hikigaya loved her. Shizuka Hiratsuka loved him. He had said it first. She would tell him later. In the morning. Perhaps sooner. Maybe the next time they kiss. Right now.

But he looked bothered and she wanted to relieve him. Get your mind out of the gutter, Shizuka, she scolded herself. He's supposed to be the horny virgin, not you.

"Any-anyway, so what do you want to do about it?"

Shizuka meant that to come out as a question which would follow up with a number of kisses and round two of their time in her bed. But while trying to control herself, she had failed to follow the context and it had slipped his mind that he was on a different tangent.

Hachiman was on the train of thought which wanted Shizuka to be satisfied. He wanted her to climax.

And who could do that better than herself.

His reasoning had been sound.

His tact, none.

"So, it's settled." he thought women used the same innuendo. "I will head out for a bit. Give you some privacy a-nd, an-d yo-you can take matters into your own h-hand."

He thought he felt more proud when he was able to say this with the least amount of stutters then the entire process of losing his virginity.

He even tried a smirk. "How does that sound?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka blinked. Then blinked some more. Then she pinched herself. Then, she reach for his-

"Wait, what are you doing-"

"I am trying to check whether this is all an embarrassing dream. Hold still, I want to rip out your penis, you-"

"B-But, I thought you understood."

Shizuka couldn't pity him because then who would pity her. No one that's who, because clearly this idiot was doomed to ruin her. So she took a deep sigh and let it out slowly.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to pleasure-"

"Y-yes."

"-myself."

Like she said, this damn idiot was doomed to ruin her. But that didn't mean he was off the hook. If he thought he could act all high and noble like a twisted prince charming as he asked her to touch herself, so she could have her fucking orgasm, because it didn't sit right with him, to see her all hot and bothered and irritated and unable to sleep through the night, without reaching completion, then he had another thing coming.

Screw decency.

"You are staying right here, Hachiman."

"But that's-"

"You're not leaving my bedroom, Hikigaya."

He could nod. What else was there to do? But curse him and his big, rotten mouth because, he just had to get curious. After all, her business, was her business and not his business.

But he wanted to know all the same. "Then what-?"

It was not one of those things you ask and leave it open ended. But the alternative was asking whether she was going to do it or not. Masturbate, proved to be a difficult word to pronounce.

"J-just turn around and sit tight." Shizuka said with a voice as soft as the covers which tit- he meant did, did a terrible work to hide her breasts from his rotten gaze.

But he did as asked and almost hopped on both his hands and turned around in one smooth twist of his entire body. Now his back was turned to her and he didn't dare take a peek behind even though he remembered not being expressly told not to give into the temptation.

He felt a jolt of blood at the breath of resolve he heard coming from behind. There was no way her breath could tickle him when he had moved down to the foot of the bed for his own sanity.

But, nonetheless, her breath felt hot and fresh and warm as it escaped her lips, even though he knew he couldn't feel it, given the distance he had put between them, to provide her at least a sense of privacy.

Hachiman wasn't perverted enough to watch her.

But then he had forgotten about the large mirror attached to her dressing table which provided him with the most sinful of complete reflection of the woman behind her, naked, bare, beautiful.

Shizuka had deposited the covers to the other side of her bed. It left her with not a stitch of fabric to cover her curvaceous figure which was better than his wildest fantasies. He thought the lack of covers was to offer her better access to handle the situation. They would get in the way, probably.

As a result, he could see everything in the mirror, her perfect reflection leaving nothing to the imagination. Even the room hadn't been completely dark as the distinctive glow of a lava lamp, bounced- he meant bathed, bathed, the entire bed and drew shadows over curves, her enticing figure, made clear as more than a mere silhouette.

Hachiman had been rather glad when Shizuka had let the lava lamp on her bedside table stay lit, throughout the entire duration of their intercourse. Was that the right way to use that word? Even at a time like this he was getting wrapped up in semantics.

Wrap up.

Good thing he had the brain capacity to plan ahead and bring a condom.

He almost felt sorry for pick pocketing Tobe but at least he got a hug out of it. Dear god, wasn't he surprised, when he had hugged him out of nowhere, as he lifted the square packet out of his back pocket. But Tobe did brag that he was going steady in his relationship.

Hachiman was doing him a favour.

Tobe got to practice abstinence for when he did something stupid and angered his girlfriend, leading to him being kicked out of the bedroom.

Tobe should thank him. Hachiman was such a good friend.

But at the moment he was having trouble being a gentleman.

Rotten dead fish eyes didn't try to sneak a peek. They looked on ahead, taking in the reflection shown expressively on the mirror where Shizuka Hiratsuka had given in to her desires.

Shizuka had such lovely purple eyes. They reminded him of purple hyacinths, a flower which were given as a gesture to ask for forgiveness. Perhaps, if he survived to see morning, he would present her with a bouquet of those to tell her how sorry he was for making her go through with this.

He tried not to search her eyes even in the reflection. He loved her eyes and how she could see right through him at times. Seeing them shut at the moment, he settled to admire her long eye lashes. It was better not to look down. But he couldn't win against the fundamental laws of gravity.

"Ungh~"

Rotten dead fish eyes widened, lowered till the path of skin led down and the jerk of her arm could almost be felt up the tip of her finger, as they found good purchase in her entrance. Her fingers which he remembered all too well from how they felt, wrapped around his base as she had stroked him, were now being used to pleasure herself.

He could see them run, switching from between the outer and inner lips of her vulva. Then she would flick the area on top of her pubic bone. Hachiman couldn't take his eyes off the mirror even as he tried to keep his observations down to a clinical perspective.

"Ohn~"

Shizuka took to rubbing and stroking her clitoris through the hood, the last vestige of a cover to offer her modesty. He watched her as she made a 'V' with her pointer and middle finger and slid them up and down the sides of her clitoral shaft.

At first it looked like there was no sense to her movements, but soon, through perverse curiosity, he was able to find a distinct pattern and flow of movements. Like everything good in this world, there was a particular rhythm to it and it had to be just right, or it wouldn't work at all.

Hachiman wanted it to work.

He wanted her to be satisfied.

At the moment this was the best he could do.

"Haa~"

For a second there he thought she would moan out his name. It made him grow excited and tingly, blood rushing to places he didn't want at the moment. This should be all about her. They had been together a few moments ago, his first time and her first since a long time as she had told him before they could proceed.

He had almost felt hot, blood pumping rage, when she had said, the last time she did this with a guy, it had been in the back seat of a rented car.

He had been beyond livid and his response had been to kiss her. She deserved better and though, the sofa in the living room had looked closer and even though she said, specifically, she didn't mind, he did.

Shizuka Hiratsuka deserved to be treated better.

Having sex in her own bedroom with someone who loved and respected her for who she was, was the least the world could do for her.

And if the world couldn't…

Then he, Hachiman Hikigaya would.

"Hachima~"

This time he felt a twitch and he felt a shiver run up his spine at the same time and it took a lot of effort to not turn around and try to do this himself. He might be inexperienced, clumsy and he could in no way, shape or form, pleasure her as well as he could using his fingers or his mouth. Worse, what if, he gave the wrong reaction and completely shut her off to his efforts because of a lapse in expression.

It wasn't like he was a bear sticking his hand into the hollow bark of a tree to grab some honey. It wasn't like that. This required finesse and a certain skill, which he didn't quite possess yet.

But he would. Soon. Before morning, he pledged.

So it was a good thing he was looking, yes, yes, it was.

So Hachiman continued to watch her even if it looked like it had slipped her mind in the fog of pleasure that he was there in the room, sitting on the same bed, capable to hear her loud, hoarse voice and feel the tremors through the soft mattress of her bed, the same one he sat on, though at a distance, which didn't seem much at the moment, as he watched her reflection, writhe, struggle and come undone through her own practiced care.

"Hachiman~"

He almost fell off the bed when she moaned out his name in such a throaty cry. But Shizuka stayed balanced, knees buckling under pressure, the mattress sinking under her weight as she tried to keep her posture relaxed. The roll of her hips had a hypnotising effect on him as did the speed with which her fingers worked, rhythm quick to be adjusted with the change of speed. It was because she was getting wetter and wetter by the minute and it meant, faster, quicker, each thrust of her finger, the rub, the pinch, the twist, strumming with an almost electrical energy.

"I'm, I'm gonna!"

Hachiman didn't know whether her voice could get any louder. This was making him react, her voice was too much. The moan, the gasps, the sheer bliss.

His name on her lips

"Hachima~"

Over.

"Hachima~"

And over.

"Hachiman~"

And over again.

If this went any longer, Hachiman thought he would develop a sick fetish. But it was too late. He had gotten hard just by watching her ride over the edge and climax. Some men held doubts about whether women were faking it or not during sex, but at the moment, he didn't have those doubts.

Why would she fake it, when she was doing it to herself.

Sound logic, if he didn't say so himself.

As she drove down the high it looked for a second like she had stopped breathing. Shizuka jolted like she had received a high voltage shock and perhaps that was not an entirely wrong way to describe it. In fact, it was mostly like that.

Shizuka was a mess, high strung, yet relaxed, a bundle of contradictions. She twitched all over and he didn't know whether it was in bliss or pain. Her voice grew softer, spent of all energy, and he watched her shake with effort, as shallow breath came and retreated from her nostrils. The rise and fall of her breasts let him know she was alive.

Hachiman couldn't take it. He turned around and took her in. Everything looked vivid, bathed in the glow of the dancing beam of the dull lava lamp and she seemed to take no offense as his baser instincts took hold.

"Thought," Shizuka took a moment. Collected herself as well as she could. She didn't even make the effort to cover herself. He didn't help her. In fact he preferred her like this, splayed open, undone, content. Her voice said as much. "Thought, you would never look."

"I looked the entire time."

Honest to God, he had no intention to tell the truth, but it spilled out of him as he resigned himself to his fate. Of course, she was waiting, gathering her energy, taking her time. No doubt about it. Shizuka was going to call him a-

"I know."

Then her body shook with laughter and he made no effort to hide his surprise. Perhaps it was the bounce of her breasts which had robbed him of his reason.

No, it was the happiness in her laugh.

Despite himself, he found a smirk cross his face.

"Of course, you knew."

Hachiman slid forward up her bed, no form of elegance in his movements as he swallowed the distance which separated them until their bodies fell in place and lips breathed over the other.

Shizuka smirked into his kiss.

"Guess my plan for round two worked, after all."

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A/N: First Time Gonna Write A 'M' rated Fic!

...So, yesterday, I wrote about Shizuka x Hachiman in my "Second Love: Haruno." Fic, and so, I kinda carried on with the flow.

Plus, there aren't many sex scenes with these two, I think.

Anyway, so as you got from the tittle, summary and chapter, this is gonna be a fic, full of some sexy oneshots!

Don't think there will be any plot.

...Or there could be, if anyone can think of an idea where Hachiman goes around and has sex with a lot of women, without being a rotten, definitely more than five timing bastard.

At the moment, I have no idea how to do that.

With that being said, here are the options for the next chapter:

Option 1: Hachiman xxxx Shouko Nishimiya. (A Silent Voice.)

Option 2: Hachiman xxxx Yui Yuigahama (Oregairu)

Please pick any of the above.

Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter.

Leave lots and lots of reviews. (You can suggest names too. It doesn't have to be from Oregairu. Other female characters from other anime series, works fine.)

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