A cacophony of oohs and aahs left my mouth without my permission as hot fingers glided down my back. They slip up and down, splitting and joining while pushing and pulling with just the right amount of pressure to make me lose control of my speech. A particularly hard press on the upper middle of my back made me moan out his name shamelessly.

But he didn't stop– didn't even pause for a moment, he just kept assaulting my back with sensations of pleasure and bliss.

The hands snaked up around my neck and pushed in, reliving my muscles with a small satisfying crack.

"You're so perfect Shizuka. " He called out my name from above me as he tended to my shoulders.

"Hahahaha Hachiman what're you talking about? No one is per-" he shut me up with a swift light chop to the back of my neck, close to the base such that should have normally hurt but–

"Oooh Hachimannnnnnn." It only brought white pleasure into my mind, feeling the blood flow more freely around my back as a whole now. He was ruthless. Merciless. A Tyrant. And most importantly an unfair Sadis- "Fuck!! Right there ughhhh Hachiman!! keep doing that."

I know he didn't need to be told this– afterall he was a genius in what he was doing. Afact that made me all the more glad he took it up as a hobby in his third year of High School.

3rd Person P.O.V

His hands trailed lower her back before wrapping around her perfect thin waist, pressing and massaging it up and down which made Hiratsuka rub her thighs together.

The moans of pleasure did not stop in the slightest as Hachiman kept assaulting her, paying no mind to them, and paying no mind to the heat that was building up inside Shizuka.

In Video Games there was a concept called a boss fight. Boiled down to its basics it was a fight that was built up to in the duration of the level or in some cases the entire game– and was usually reserved to be fought with the greatest enemy the game had to offer.

A minute later when he was done with her back before he asked. "Can I?"

This was a boss fight.

"Y-yes you can." The embarrassment was large but the pleasure was even larger, the damned dead eyed student of hers was a miracle worker. She had been so stiff from her job as a college teacher and counsellor.

She needed this.

Hachiman eyed her bare ass, only covered by a thin cloth– that he knew she wouldn't object to being removed. But he held himself back for now. He would have plenty of time with it when he was done.

So he moved below, to her godly thighs but not before giving the ass a light slap.

The action drew an offended gasp from her.

"O-oi don't get cocky." She said as his hands got back to business— barely able to press her lips together to stop any words that betrayed her. "Ahhhhhhn Hachiman~~" but some attention to the calves rendered all of it useless and she was back to the steaming moaning mess of a woman she had become below his spoiling care.

It was so hard to resist. He played with her flesh like it was dough, rolling and pinching just at the right times making her see stars. As dirty as it sounded, Hachiman always knew what her body wanted.

A few minutes later Hiratsuka had completely given up or, more accurately given over– gasping and exclaiming whatever came to her mind, doing whatever her heart wanted even if it was shamelessly rubbing her thighs together while her student had a premium view of them!!

Hachiman had an arrogant smirk on his face that she didn't need to see to confirm the existence of, but what irked her more was how silent he was. She had expected him to take full advantage of this upper hand he had managed to secure over her but he hadn't–

The hands on her body pulled back. But she didn't object, expecting for them to return. A moment passed, then another and then one more.

The hot itch in her body was stronger than ever and it scrambled her head. She wanted this. She wanted this so bad, and even so– he didn't even say anything for almost a minute. Hikigaya Hachiman was the devil and with a pout she turned to face this terrible tyrant of a man.

He looked down at her with an arrogant smirk that seemed so well placed on his sharp features. The Dead eyes now had an air of excitability– that totally didn't capture her attention at times. His black hair now curled around his crown and dropped down, almost covering his eyes but barely stopping at the top. The iconic ahoge still stood proud of course, bending at one side.

"Hachiman." She said, tone if accusing him of some great crime.

"Shizuka." Even then his voice carried unparalleled smugness. This was only accented when he grabbed her hand– gently so– and brought it up to his lips. He kissed her knuckles while still maintaining eye contact. "What do you want?"

All that she wanted was known to him. Infact, he was half the reason why she wanted it Goddammit!!

Hikigaya Hachiman was a criminal.

"You know it." Pursed lips replied. She didn't know why she was delaying this. Pride perhaps.

"Hmmmm…." A faux confused expression overtook his features as his eyes darted to the sides. "Nope. Can't think of anything." A rotten smirk.

"Ugh are you really gonna make me say this?" she said.

He moved closer to her, leaving the hand behind and putting his lips next to her ears.

"You need this Sensei. Wants are expressed with maybe. Needs are just yes yes and yes." He kissed her ear and it sent jolts of euphoria shooting down her spine right into her…nether regions.

However what broke the dam of patience blocking the river of desire was his hands snaking around her waist.

"Just fuck me already Hikigaya."

"As you wish. Shizuka."

Two rounds later

Hiratsuka Shizuka must be made of honey and nothing else the way she never seems to age. When in High School his naive self had teased her about her age on multiple occasions but he just couldn't do it anymore.

He had watched her throughout the times only getting more and more beautiful every year. Her features were sometimes soft– with pouted lips and glimmering eyes that looked like they would convince him to pluck stars from the sky– while at other times– they looked like they burned with a fiery passion that made him feel like she would hold the world in her hands one day.

She lay next to him barren of clothes, the little skin that was exposed from the lack of bedsheets covering them– glowed like the soft light of a lamp on a winter afternoon. She was panting and basking in the afterglow, her impressive bust heaving up and down.

He turned to her and put an arm across her chest and she looked at him. Amethyst eyes– that looked so temptingly dangerous at times– stared at him. And what else could Hikigaya Hachiman do other than want to kiss her. And so he did before separating but this time ending up much closer.

"Your teasing is getting out of hand you know."

"Mhm. Really? If anything I should tease you more Shizu." He moved closer to her. So close that she was tempted to bury her head in his defined chest. But that would be admitting defeat.

"And why do you think that O' Rotten Student of mine?"

"Because I want to see everything you have." This confused her enough to form a small frown. It was cute or so he thought.

"What do you mean by that?"

He didn't reply immediately, pulling her in so that her head was resting on chest, with her soft cheeks resting against his torso. She was forced to look at the cracked curtains to the left, letting streams of moonlight in. He turned his head towards them too.

"I want to see every small reaction you have to give Shizu. Your frowns, your pouts, the small tired sighs and the long relieved ones. I love you but I don't fully understand you. I don't know the clockwork that makes the amazing woman– that is Hiratsuka Shizuka– tick."

She remained silent processing what came out of his mouth.

"So you–"

"But most importantly…" he cut off his own sentence with a thrust of his hips which broke through all of Shizuka's defences, making her moan due to the stimulation. She was still sensitive dammit. "I want to see your face twisted in pleasure. Only because of me."

Oh this was enough."Hikigaya you fucking bastard." She grabbed one of the pillows from the side and hit him square in the face.

"Mmph." He grunted, the pillow sliding off his cheek. "Is that a declaration of war?" But then his blood froze.He saw a sight that made him feel the sensation of death looking over himself.

Hiratsuka Shizuka sitting on top of him with one pillow in each hand, grinning as if hungry for revenge. "Oh it is, but I won't stop at 80 percent. Hikigaya you bastard!!!" She let out two swift blows each hitting his cheeks as they lost themselves in a pillow fight.

A/N: Yo it's that guy you hate. This fic has been uploaded a second time because I actually didn't read the original version at all leaving tons and tons of mistakes that rendered the work unreadable. This is a fix for that and hopefully is more enjoyable or at least tolerable to read.

New chapters maybe coming, I've been busy with a lot of IRL stuff so I cannot say for sure. (The same reason my other fic hasn't been updated for so long.)

Cyyan out.