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Your best friend Bachira, who takes you out for drinks after a breakup. He lets you cry it out, racking up quite a tab as he leans on his hands, listening to you rant about that dumb cheater of an ex. But it doesn’t take long until he’s feeling the alcohol too, struggling to hold back from touching that pretty body of yours as you fall lazily into his lap, your sleepy eyes glossed over and heavy. “Y’should fuck me~” Your slurred speech rests on his ears, etching the words into his mind like a tattoo. And he knows he shouldn’t, not when you’re tipsy, not when he took you out to distract you from your hurt.

But Bachira is not that pure of a man. If only you knew how often he stroked his cock to the thought of you, cumming into his hand wishing he were filling you up. Your suggestion for how to take your hurt away falls on the ears of a man who’s always dreamt of hearing them, and who is Bachira to deny your wishes.

Before long he’s thrusting hard into you, knowing how wrong it is to fuck you stupid like this, your slurred words and hot breath dancing over his lips and your drool sliding down his body. He’s imagined this moment a thousand times, but never had his mind been able to replicate the feeling of thrusting into that soaking hole of yours, your walls squeezing tightly around him as you moan and whine. Bachira’s really not a good friend, is he, fucking your limp, drunk body in the most vulnerable state possible. And he’ll do it again and again, any time you ask him to make you feel better with those teary little eyes of yours.

If you're comfortable with it, is it okay for me to request for Mean!Hoshina? Who finds it cute and endearing to tease and annoy glasses-wearing!(name). Lightly pulling on her hair; pinching certain parts of her body; and hiding/stealing her glasses and leaving handprints on them(some more subtle and unnoticable than others because there's something about having a piece of him in every sight she sees). I was also thinking maybe nsfw at the end where Hoshina steals her glasses and the built up tension between them leads to his cum smeared her glasses.

Once again, thank you for this delicious idea. If I don't find my own glasses covered in Hoshina's cum at some point, I will demand a refund. I also changed up the request a bit, hope you don't mind. And if yall couldn't tell by the request, this will be NSFW so proceed at your own caution.

Soshiro Hoshina was the biggest damn tease you'd ever met and sometimes you didn't know if he hated you or if he loved you, but you did know one thing- the man was fucking obsessed with you.

He made it his own personal mission to track you down everyday just to pick on you and though you wanted to be annoyed at him, you couldn't help but feel smug at just how much time he was devoting to you. He could do anything he wanted and what he wanted was anything to do with you. It was quite the ego boost if you were honest with yourself.

At first, he'd just tease you verbally. He'd call you four eyes and you'd call him shit for brains because he couldn't come up with a single original insult. But he wasn't trying to insult you. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to punch his arm, roll your eyes at him, slice through his defenses with some witty remark. Everything about you was enticing to him. From the way you played with your hair, to the way you scrunched up your nose, to the way you pushed up your glasses. He could never get enough of you. He was addicted.

Eventually, his growing desire to be near you translated into physical touch. When you'd twirl the ends of your hair, he'd steal a strand from in between your fingers and tug on it gently, reveling in how soft it was. When you’d stretch your arms, he’d pinch your vulnerable sides, and then smirk when you’d yelp. When you’d take your glasses off to clean them, he’d swipe them from your hands, chills running down his spine as his fingers brushed yours, then he’d give the lenses a good lick, and call it “clean,” before handing it back to you smugly. 

When he found out that it was one of your biggest pet peeves having anything dirtying your glasses, he went out of his way to smear them any chance he could. Instead of saying hi, every morning he would strut up to you, poke your lenses, and then cheerfully skip away, as if he didn’t just commit a heinous crime in your eyes. 

As irritating as his persistence was, you could no longer imagine a life where he wasn’t cozied up next to you, using your shoulder as a pillow on the transport, or snagging a fork straight out of your mouth so he could use it too, or even just testing the limits of how close you would allow him to get to you, smudging your lenses with the tip of his nose. You’d made the mistake of telling him once that every time you looked through your glasses and saw a mark on the lens, you thought of him, and now he’d got it in his head that he needed to keep smudging them to remind you of his presence, as if he wasn’t already constantly by your side, trying to rile you up. 

And he did rile you up. 

At first, you tried to ignore him. Tried not to give him the time of day, tried not to give him the satisfaction of your attention. But then your playful, devilish side got the better of you, and suddenly you were paying more attention to him than ever before, trying to figure out what pushed his buttons, trying to figure out what ticked him off. So you’d ruffle his hair after he’d just brushed it, you’d unzip his jacket after he just put it on, you’d untie his laces after he just slipped into his shoes. 

Before you knew it, you’d danced your way into a gray area in your relationship with him, doing things like nipping at his neck when he was trying to concentrate on paperwork, then squeezing his thigh as he struggled to keep his boner at bay. You’d whisper seductive things in his ear and then prance off like you hadn’t said a word. Hoshina was starting to think you invented blue balls. 

So today, when you noticed he was lingering by the locker rooms longer than he usually did after work, you figured he was probably going to take a shower before heading home tonight, and you had the genius idea to sneak into the locker room, steal his clothes, and stash them away elsewhere. When he came out of the shower, you planned to be sitting smugly on the bench waiting for him; maybe you’d even make him beg on his knees for his clothes back. But your plans backfired when his figure emerged from the steamed up shower, water dripping down his rippling muscles, hair sloppy and sexy, with a sly smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against a nearby wall, eying you up and down. 

“Well this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t think I’d have an audience while I showered. You wouldn’t happen to know where my clothes went, would you?” He teased, knowing full well that you were completely distracted by the sight of his physique and… something else. 

Your eyes had trailed their way down his chiseled chest, down his toned abs, down to the ever-growing erection in between his legs. It seemed to stiffen even more with every second you stared at it, like it was pleased at your attention, like it was standing at the ready. 

You gulped and gripped the bench tight. 

He grinned devilishly, before pulling himself off the wall and slinking his way towards you. “Nothing to say, love? Aren’t you usually so full of quick remarks?” He stroked himself as he walked and it was like your eyes had been commanded to watch, because you suddenly found it extremely difficult to look away. 

“Shit,” was all you managed to whisper before you found him right in front of you, his cock mere inches away from your mouth. 

He bent down to murmur in your ear, “Now, what were all those naughty things you were saying to me the other day? Shall we revisit some of them?”

You flushed bright red, and he pulled away to admire his handiwork, pinching at your colored cheeks. “Adorable, really. I bet those cheeks would look even better stuffed with my cock, yeah?”

You unintentionally licked your lips at the thought and he groaned. 

But one groan was enough, the sound like music to your ears. You wanted to know what other sounds you could pry from his lips. His gorgeous lips. 

So, without a second thought, your hand reached out to yank his cock towards you and suddenly it was hitting the back of your throat before either of you had time to fully process what was going on. 

His cocky demeanor vanished, melting away into your mouth as you sucked the smug right out of him. You had teased him endless amounts of times before, but he never imagined you'd actually follow through with any of it. He wasn't sure he was prepared for your onslaught. When you sucked harder and a whimper escaped him, it only spurred you on further. His fingers dug into your shoulder as you continued to choke him down. The tiled walls of the locker room echoed with the sounds of his moans and the sloppy, wet noises of his cock fucking your throat, and he thought the lewdness of it all might overwhelm him. He was practically dizzy with desire.

Meanwhile, you thought you’d just been trying to get him back for his arrogance, trying to shut him up, trying to make him squirm for you, but when his precum started to seep into your mouth, you knew you were sucking him dry for your own enjoyment. You hadn't realized just how badly you’d wanted to taste him and now that the physical evidence of his attraction to you was shuddering in your mouth, drizzling with pleasure, you couldn’t stop tasting him. 

Your mouth suctioned around his cock, his bulging veins carving delicious indents into the walls of your mouth as you swallowed down more of his erection. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could be selfish enough to command him to relocate his boner into your cunt. If he felt this good in your throat, you could only imagine the insurmountable pleasure he’d fuck into your pussy. You groaned as your slick began to dampen your underwear and you pulled away from him, trying to get ahold of yourself, trying to remember that you were teasing him, that you were in control.

“F-fuck, d-don’t s-stop, w-why’d you…” His fingers pierced your flesh as he attempted to steady himself against your shoulder, but his cock was aching, and he needed relief. He grabbed ahold of it, just to stop the quivering, just to ground himself, but the sensation of his hand wrapping around his overloaded erection sent waves of pleasure pulsing through him and a flood of his hot, white cum burst from his tip, splashing all over your face and coating your lenses with a thick layer. 

You blinked and slowly tugged your glasses off your face. Even half blind, you could see that he was embarrassed. Hoshina, the man who always went out of his way to dirty your lenses, was now ashamed that he’d dirtied them in the dirtiest way possible. You smirked at the thought. Maybe you could tease him some more. You ran a digit down your cheek, collecting his cum on the tip, before seductively licking it off the end of your finger. You heard him swallow.

“Oh, what a shame. Looks like I’m all dirty now. If only there was some way to get cleaned up.” You stripped bare and then grabbed his hand, leading him into one of the showers.

He was stunned but he followed behind you anyway. 

“Now be a good boy and save some of that dirty, dirty cum of yours for my cunt, yeah?”

His eyes widened in surprise, but his cock was eager to take you up on the offer, hardening again on the spot.

You turned on the shower and began making out with him underneath the showerhead, tangling your hands in his hair as you let the warm water rinse the cum from your body. 

Amidst the passion and the heat, he somehow found his voice again.

“You’re such a goddamn tease.” He growled against your neck, nipping and sucking at it. Then he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before pressing you up against the shower wall. 

“Ah, so he does remember how to talk.” You teased as you licked at his collarbone.

His eyes darkened, a bottomless hunger emerging inside him. “Laugh while you can. It’s my turn, love, and by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t remember how to walk.” 

“Ooh, promises, promises, Hoshina.”

He silenced any further retorts with a sharp thrust up your dripping cunt.

You yelped and he smirked.

“Oh, I always make good on my promises, baby. And I promise, I'll make good on this one all damn night.”

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terms of address — kaiju no. 8, fluff, "sweetheart" as a pet name, hoshina soshiro x female reader, 1.6k words — part two, part three

"What's wrong, my dear? You look kinda… stressed."

"Stressed? Stressed?" you repeat, turning your disbelieving gaze upon the Third Division's Vice Captain. Hoshina Soshiro is frowning slightly, a faint downward tick to his mouth that others probably wouldn't even notice, but you — you've been his operations manager for a few years now, and you've had plenty of time to learn his quirks.

"Yeesh, I was just askin'," Soshiro says, "what're you doin' up, anyway? Ain't it past your bedtime?"

"I could say the same to you," you point out. You watch as he slides his practice blades home, pretending not to notice the flex of his arms in his stupidly fitted training uniform. Sometimes you wonder if he got his clothes a size smaller with the way they seem molded to every ridge and curve of his muscles, and then you mentally smack yourself because you should not be paying attention to him like that. He's your Vice Captain and that's it. That has to be it.

"You just got discharged from the hospital. Rest is important!"

"I'm alright," Soshiro waves you off, but takes the towel you wordlessly hold out for him to wipe at the sweat dripping down his face. The training room is quiet except for the buzz of fluorescents above you and the heavy pounding of your heart in your chest. Your Vice Captain seems content to stand close as he wipes himself down, emanating heat as you try to shrink into your borrowed Defense Force jacket.

This was a mistake. You should've just walked past the door and ignored the light on underneath — but the distinct sound of blades slicing through air at high speeds made your ears perk up, and before you could tell yourself not to do something stupid — well, you're here now.

"I couldn't sleep."

Soshiro raises an eyebrow at your confession and hangs the towel around his neck. He's still standing way too close, but it's… comforting. Confusing. Another little piece of the mystery that is Hoshina Soshiro, who always has a grin on his face except for when he's taking down kaiju. Your Vice Captain, who's started standing closer to you than normal, and asking you about the books stacked in your dormitory, and brushing his hand along the back of your chair as you sit in it.

"Because of the stress?"

"Yeah," you frown, tilting your head up to look him in the eye. Sweat has dampened his purple hair into a darker shade, a deep pretty color that nearly seems black except for where the light glints off the strands. Man, you really must have it bad if you're starting to find his sweaty hair attractive. "So you should be good and quit stressing me out."

Soshiro grins abruptly, light and lopsided as he tilts his own head to look at you appraisingly. "You were stressin' about me?"

"Obviously," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and taking a subtle step back. He mirrors your step seemingly subconsciously, ducking his head to hide the pleased curl of his mouth before he arranges his features into something more familiar to you when he meets your eye again. "You're my Vice Captain, after all. And you know I hate when you land in the hospital. I hate… seeing you get hurt."

Too much — too close to a confession. But the night air is still and your little bubble feels warm and comfortable and secret.

"That's why I've gotta get stronger, my dear," Soshiro says pleasantly. You take another step backwards and your heel hits the wall a second before your back meets the cold metal. Soshiro leans forward, bracing a strong arm against the wall by your head. "Next time I'll wipe the damn floor with that kaiju."

"Of course you will," you flush in spite of yourself. He's standing really close, practically pinning you to the wall, and this is so not normal Vice-Captain-and-Operations-Manager behavior that your lightning fast brain feels like it's short circuiting.

He smells good. Like… cypress. Something woodsy and fresh. You take a deep breath.

The column of his throat works and you watch, mesmerized by the strong cut of his jaw and totally distracted.

"So didja want some help?"

"H-help? With what?" You risk a glance back up just in time to see his gaze drag down to your lips.

No. There's no way —

"I could tell ya bedtime stories."

The ends of his towel swing forward and rest against the zipper of your borrowed jacket and the swell of your chest. You can feel his breaths against your face, but he makes no move to get any closer. "I doubt you know any good ones."

Soshiro laughs. His forehead presses against your own for a moment as he chuckles, and when he pulls back a little the grin on his face makes you beam up at him, delight swooping through your stomach at making him laugh.

"I could tell you training stories, then," he suggests. "Like the time Okonogi thought —"

"Nothing with Okonogi," you interrupt, flushing again when he pauses to regard you. "I just — she —"

"What's the matter? I thought you two got along…?"

This is so embarrassing. You should've just kept your mouth shut, but now Soshiro is looking at you intently and you don't want to give him the wrong idea about your relationship with your superior but if you admit the truth… it's embarrassing.

"You…"

"Me?" Soshiro moves to pull away and you reach up to grip the end of his towel before he can get too far, dropping it immediately when he freezes in place. Fuck, you shouldn't have done that.

"Tell me," he says quietly. "What is it, my dear?"

Your heart clenches in your chest. "You call her that, too. Do you use that for all the female operations managers?"

His eyebrows draw together for a second in apparent confusion before his entire expression brightens and he laughs. "Just you two," he admits, reaching up with his free hand to grip the loose ends of your hair lightly. "Okonogi and I have worked together for a while. I respect her. And you. But… I can call you somethin' else, if you'd like. If I'm allowed."

Your face feels like it's on fire. You curl your fingers around the ends of your too-long sleeves. "You… you're the only one who's allowed. You know that."

Soshiro says your name. Watches your reaction with a focus usually reserved for fighting kaiju. Twirls the strands of your hair gently around his fingers. "Too soon? Let's get you to bed, then. It's gettin' late."

"B-bed? Hoshina-san, Vice Captain sir, that's not — we can't —"

"Aw, don't worry, ya dope. I'm just escortin' you. These halls ain't safe for a cutie like you this late at night," Soshiro says easily, finally moving away and taking all of his warmth with him. You squeak in surprise at his words and he tosses you a grin over his shoulder.

"Sir —"

"Play fair, sweetheart," Soshiro says. Cutie?? Sweetheart?? Those are new ones. You become suddenly aware of how your heart is beating rabbit-fast.

He grabs one of your hands and tugs you forward, his smile growing lopsided when you squeak again and stumble after him. "What're you gonna call me from now on, huh? Everyone calls me Vice Captain or sir. You'd better come up with somethin' special."

Your Vice Captain leads you out of the training room before your brain can catch up, his hand firm around yours. Rough callouses scratch at your skin, but you squeeze his hand the instant he starts to loosen his grip. Soshiro glances back at you with a smile that makes your heart do something concerning in your chest.

"Hoshina…kun," you test the honorific in your mouth, glancing up in time to catch the way his ears redden beneath his hair. "Can I call you Hoshina-kun?"

Soshiro clears his throat and keeps walking. "'Course, sweetheart. But maybe just when we're alone."

"Huh?"

"Can't have ya makin' me shy in front of the officers," Soshiro says, facing resolutely forward. "I'd lose all my authority."

Oh. Oh…?

"Okay… Hoshina-kun."

Soshiro makes a funny little coughing noise and stops abruptly, turning to rest his free hand on your head, forcing your gaze downward. "Alrighty, then, cutie, time to sleep! I'll see ya tomorrow mornin', hm?"

You nod, eyes closed, trying your best to memorize the weight of his palm. Soshiro drags his hand downward, cupping your face for a moment and sweeping his thumb along your cheekbone before dropping it entirely to tug at the collar of your jacket.

"Okie dokie, now get inside," Soshiro says lightly. You risk a glance up and valiantly try to suppress a shiver down your spine at the expression on his face. "It ain't fair to look so good wearin' my jacket, y'know."

"I — it was on the back of my chair and I was… cold…"

Soshiro grins. "I figured you were. That's why I left it for ya."

"Thanks, Vice Cap— Hoshina-kun," you murmur, reaching for the door to your dormitory. Warmth is settling deep in your chest. You really shouldn't be doing this — letting him hold your hand, shifting your relationship in another direction, following the beats of your heart as his smile softens and you take a tiny step closer to him. This is inappropriate and dangerous, but… it's Soshiro.

"You're going to sleep now too, right?" you ask. The hallway lights flicker and buzz as he leans forward, tugging you close by the collar of your (his) jacket until he can press his forehead against yours. Your eyelashes flutter shut as his breaths puff across your lips, but he simply takes a deep breath before pulling away. His hand is warm around yours.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

Part 3! Sorry for the late update, but here's the last part, my friends. I had no idea what to do, so I fell into a good old trope. Slight nsfw, but it’s mainly just Hoshina and his dirty mind, hehe. Oh, and some kissing.

Summary: Angry, frustrated, jealous, and trapped in an elevator. Who will crack first?

P1 P2 P3

Tagslist: @surprisemodafakas @yrxhyes @voidsatoru @vash-yuu @er0ssu @rosesandquartzz

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Hoshina knew he was the only one at fault for testing his own patience, but God was he so sure he was going to explode if things continued like this.

He wanted you to be the one to take the final step and cross the distance. He wanted to see you want him like you said you did so many months ago. To see that passion for him once again.

That didn’t mean he waited around for you to confess, though. No, he didn’t hold back when it came to you.

If anything, he became greedy when it came to you.

Hoshina didn't know how he survived before, now knowing what your touch felt like. It felt like fire on his skin. One that left a burning desire that he only knew to quell by grasping at you for more. Yet, even then, it wasn't enough. You always left him wanting more. You left him clinging to what was left of his sensibilities to not take you there and then. Hoshina thinks he must be a masochist because of how he kept pushing for more, knowing you'll reject him or that he'll have to stop himself before he goes too far and ruins everything.

Yet, when you did accept his affections, the feeling was unparalleled. When you did reciprocate, it made him feel butterflies in his stomach. It made him feel a different type of warmth, a different sense of fulfillment. One that told him it was worth it to keep trying.

So, he gave in to his desires again and again and again. As long as he doesn't straight-up confess, he still has a shot at making you take action. Right?

Hoshina groans as he finishes another one of his reports. Mina has been working him to the bone lately. Taking him out of sessions to work on mission plans, interrupting him mid lunch to accompany her to meetings, even going as far as interrupting his midnight training sessions with you to ask for his opinion on the production of a new weapon. Hoshina swears he’s barely seen you for the last two weeks because of this. To say he was a bit annoyed would be an understatement. Especially since because of his busy nature, Mina delegated his tasks to you to handle. Tasks that included working with his unit.

Now, this normally wouldn’t be a problem if Kafka hadn’t taken such a liking to you. Hoshina should’ve known Kafka would like you after he overheard your conversation with him the first time. While trapped in his office, it takes all his efforts to not jump out the window and tell Kafka to take a step back from you. He didn’t know if it was the exhaustion, stress, or withdrawal from your presence, but he felt absurdly angry at seeing you being so friendly with Kafka. Hell, even seeing you laughing with his unit left a bitter taste in his mouth.

While you and his unit seemed to be getting closer, you and Hoshina haven’t made any progress at all since that night. Hoshina felt frustrated on so many different levels and mixed with the pressure to not disappoint his superior, Hoshina was so wired he could barely sit still. He nearly snapped his pen in half just thinking about it.

He either needed to train or fuck this out of his system.

He couldn’t concentrate on anything. The words on the paper in front of him were starting to blur, and he was seconds away from writing “because this is stupid” as his rationale for rejecting proposals.

Looking up at the clock and seeing the hand tick closer to 2am, he groans into his hands and decides that the responsible choice would be to go to sleep and pray that tomorrow never came.

Putting on his jacket, he barely gives his desk a second glance as he leaves to lock the office door. Once in the elevator, he pushes the button to the fourth floor and immediately slumps against the railing on the wall of the elevator. With his hundredth sigh of the day, he tries to think on the brighter side. Since no one would be up at this god forsaken hour, he didn’t need to wait for the elevator to open on every floor.

When the elevator stops, Hoshina rolls his eyes at his luck. Looking up at the ceiling and exhaling, he doesn’t bother to acknowledge the person entering the elevator.

It wasn’t until he heard the familiar click of your tongue does he snap his head down to see you standing beside him.

There you were.

Standing with your arms crossed and staring at the doors of the elevator as if they’ve wronged you. The object of his affections and his frustrations. The person he was craving most at the moment.

Seeing you in the flesh again, skin pink probably from showering, shirt unbuttoned a little too low combined with the scent of your faded shampoo wafting through the elevator…

Fuck it, the training room will have to do, Hoshina decides, quickly leaning forward to press the button to the second floor. He can feel the weird look you’re giving him, but he decides for both of your sakes he’s going to keep looking at the doors. God, he couldn’t believe your presence alone was doing it for him. He needed out now.

But, unfortunately for him, the world continued to ignore his wishes. With a slight tremble, the elevator slows in its tracks until it abruptly stops. Not being able to believe his luck, it wasn’t until the lights began to dim that he lets out a curse.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he hears you say as you immediately dig into your pocket to get your phone. Pressing the help button on the elevator, he waits for you to finish your call with security. With the way you were scowling, he knew the news couldn’t be good. With it also being so late, he doubts anyone would come rescue you guys any time soon.

“Yea sure, we can have super suits and high-tech weapons, but god forbid we have a working elevator” you mumble sarcastically after hanging up the phone. Barely looking at him, you announce, “they said they’ll have it fixed within an hour.”

“That’s fucking great,” Hoshina groans, massaging his temples with one hand as he curses whatever god fucking with him right now. Finally turning to look at you, he notices how far you were from him. You were practically squishing yourself into the corner of the elevator to distance yourself. With the night taking away his patience, he comments without any restraint. "Now what’s got ya so pissed off?”

You turn to glare at him. “Excuse me?”

“I said what’s got ya so mad ya can’t even stand to be in the same space as me,” Hoshina scoffs, adding fuel to the flames. “Scared I got cooties? A little too late for that, I’m sure.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You hiss, anger rolling off you. The piercing glare you sent his way satisfied him in a twisted way he couldn’t understand. He’ll blame the adrenaline and the frustration.

“What are you even doing here so late? Ah, sneaking out from the Captain’s room, I’m sure." You spit venomously, mocking his phrasing. "Wasn’t satisfied enough, so you’re coming to me?”

“Now what the hell are ya going on about?”

Your eyes narrow a fraction more. “Oh sorry, Vice-Captain. Did I hit a nerve? Sad that the Captain didn’t like you enough to let you stay the night?”

“You’re being ridiculous, you’re lucky no one else is here to hear you say that. If ya weren’t you, I’d have you punished for talking about Min- Captain Ashiro like that.” Shit, he was losing his grip.

You let out a hollow chuckle devoid of any humour. “No, no, you don’t need to correct yourself like that in front of me, Vice-Captain. I won’t tell anyone,” you say, drawing out the syllables of his title.

“Don’t call me that, y/n,” he growls. “Nothing is going on betwe-”

“You think I’m fucking stupid? Everything you’ve done to me. The late night training sessions, 'working' together on reports, having lunch together, everything that we’ve done together you’re now off doing it with her.” You continue, your voice getting more heated with every word. “Her interrupting us again and again, you think I can’t take a fucking hint? I know my place now, so you don’t need to worry about anything.”  

“Y/n, it’s nothing like that. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t b-”

His explanation falls on deaf ears as you continue your angry rant. “You know what? Kafka was right.”

Heart stopping, the flash of heat Hoshina felt throughout his body broke the dam holding the last bits of his sanity. “What’s Kafka got to do with anything?”

“Kafka noticed how you two were always together for the last couple of weeks. I told him it was nothing, but I guess I owe him an apology. I’d hate to see the look on his face when I tell him.”

“Ya seriously trusting Kafka over me?”

“I mean, why not? He’s trustworthy, he’s kind, he’s reliable-”

Hoshina lets out a hostile scoff, “Oh, and I’m not?”

“He’s never touched me and then gone off and-”

“He’s never what?” Hoshina pushes off the wall, making his way into your corner. “He better not touch you the way I do. And even if he did," his eyes gleam in a dangerous manner, "he'll never be able to make you feel the way I make you feel.”

Hoshina's tone is strong and sure. “Stop talking about that damn brat and listen. Nothing is going on between me and the Captain. I do not like her like that and I can promise you I never will.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes you hesitate. But you need his words. You need solid proof that he feels the same need for you that you do for him—so you push on anyway. “How can I be sure? How can I trust you?”

Not one to backdown, you meet him in the middle before he could completely corner you. With your finger to his chest, Hoshina takes a step back. His attempt to put space between you doesn't deter you as you push forward. In fact, it emboldens you to press on until his back hits the wall and your as nose to nose as you possibly can with your height difference.

Hoshina couldn’t think straight. The only thing he hears from you is jealousy, and it's going straight down to his dick. The feel of your body on his, the heat of the argument, the intensity of your glare, he was about to snap. "Please don't do that," Hoshina hisses.

“Where’s all the heat from before? Answer my question."

"Y/n." 

The sternness of his voice makes you falter. 

His hands raise slightly in a sign of surrender. "Don't touch me if you're not willing to take responsibility for your actions." He says in a teasing voice, but even you could hear the strain in them. 

“What are you talking about.”

“If ya touch me now, I can’t promise ya that I’ll be a gentleman about it.” As if warning you about what's to come, Hoshina brings his hands down onto your hips, pulling you close until your hips press against his. His actions evoke a different kind of heat than your argument.

“How could I ever want anyone else when you’re the only one who’s always on my mind. You think everything I’ve done to ya up to this point was casual? That I was only teasing ya for fun?”

“Ya want proof? Fine.” He brings your hand to rest over his chest, his heart beating wildly at your touch. To lay it all down on the table, to bare his soul to you, he'll do it all if it means even the slightest chance you'll accept him.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to move away, to not touch you, to not love you, and I will never bother you again." He grits through his teeth. "God, tell me now so I can stop myself before it's too late." Maybe it already was, but he won't tell you that. 

At your silence, his heart plummets. Hoshina lets go of your hand. “Sorry-”

"Kiss me, asshole." 

"I- what?"

"Fine, I'll do it myself." You grab the back of his head and pull him towards you, lips crashing into his in a passionate fury.

After a beat, Hoshina hungrily returns your passion. His hands back onto your body with a fervor. The kiss was heated. It tasted like frustration, anger, jealousy and want. It was exhilarating and intoxicating and Hoshina didn’t want it to end.

Breaking the kiss for air, the intensity of your gaze sends a delightful shiver up his spine. "You drive me insane, you know that? Getting off on teasing me and then trynna back away when you finally got the chance to do something, to do anything. Do I need to spell it out for you? I want you. I want you all for myself." you say, grabbing a handful of his hair with a strength that was bordering the line between painful and amazing. 

"Take responsibility? Talk about your fucking self. You've ruined me for anyone else. Do something about it."

“Yes ma’am.” Without hesitation, Hoshina dives back in for a kiss, and all that could be felt was lips on lips and the sting of teeth.

Hands grasping at every inch of your skin, he turns you and pushes you against the wall of the elevator. Lips moving from yours to your neck, his hand hungrily tugs at the top of your shirt. Unable to control his strength, the button pops, but your gasp is replaced by a moan as he bites into the expanse of your neck.

Motivated by the sounds you make, Hoshina snakes his arm behind your back—pressing your body against his in an almost suffocating manner. Blinded by his eagerness, he didn’t notice the lights turning back on and the elevator running again. It's not until the doors ding open, and you push him away does he finally come back to his senses.

Moving away from him, you use your hand to clasp at the top of your shirt—trying to replicate the security of the button he ripped off. You have half the mind to yell at him, but the smugness in his smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. Satisfaction reeked from his body, and his cat-like eyes raking over yours made your knees weak.

The next time the doors open, he takes your hand in his and leads you out. "This isn't my floor," you say face flushed as you knew where he was heading.

"Yep, it's mine," he replies with uncontainable excitement.

He turns his head to glance back at you. “If I knew all it took for ya to confess was to trap ya in an elevator with me, I would’ve done this much sooner.” Hoshina says with a cheeky grin, hand gripping yours in a way that said you weren’t leaving him any time soon.

You roll your eyes, but you continue to follow him anyways. A small smile tugs at your lips.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Here’s Part 2! Thanks to everyone who read the first part and commented! This could be read as a stand-alone as well, so I hope y’all enjoy!

Soshiro x Reader fanfic where after discovering your crush on him, he does everything in his power to get you to confess. It seems that he can't help himself when it comes to you.

P1 P2 P3

Tags list: @surprisemodafakas @yrxhyes

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Okay, so playing stupid may not have been your best move. But your damn pride kept you from admitting to anything. Luckily, Hoshina seemed to drop the topic after your silence and switched to talking about getting ice cream. Much to your surprise, he's let you off the hook entirely and never spoke about the little incident again. However, that didn't mean he didn't tease you in a different way.

In all honesty, you don’t know how much more of his teasing and flirting you could take before you bashed your head against a wall. It’s like he’s doing everything in his power to make you admit to what you said or to address the elephant in the room. The elephant, of course, being your feelings towards him, which you obviously don’t have.

He's definitely changed since the incident. You couldn't forget how one time when you were patching him up as usual, he used your focus against you.

Treating him used to happen at a respectable distance, but since he knew how absorbed you always were when treating him, he took the opportunity to shift and spread his legs apart, slowly moving you to stand in between them. It wasn't until you felt his hands rest on your hips did you jolt back to awarness and finally notice how close he's brought you. When you tried to yell at him and take a step backward, he threw on a lazy grin and curled his hands, fisting them into the material of your uniform. His grip stung, but not enough to hurt. No, it was only enough to leave you with a hunger you oh so desperately tried to push down. Anchoring you in your place, you didn't know if he knew his effect on you. If he knew if he wanted to take you right there, you might just let him. The dark satisfaction that lurked in his mischievous eyes told you yes, but all he does is lie about how roughly you were treating him and whine at you to be more gentle. In your annoyance and frustration, you don't notice how he's been getting more injured lately.

After that, he became bolder and much more forward, testing more and more every day how far he could push you. He always seemed to find a way to make you touch him. To make it so that your sole focus was on him and only him. Tasks such as examining his suit to make sure there weren’t any faults became an almost daily occurrence. You knew he knew you didn’t know anything about how the suits worked, and yet, he’d tell you to touch the planes of his arms to make sure none of the ridges were poking out. Or he’d guide your hand himself, pretending to teach you what it was you should be looking for. The examination would end with him slyly saying “your turn” and you turning red and storming out of the room.

While he does his best to make you touch him, he puts the same amount of effort into touching you. A touch to your wrist when asking if you need any help with your paperwork. A hand on your waist to move around you when there’s plenty of space. A whisper in your ear as if telling you a secret, but he instead says something completely mundane. Or a casual arm around the back of your seat as if marking you as his. If not directly touching you, he'd still maneuver in a way to intrude into your space. Be it with a hand on the table behind you to keep you close and shielded from the eyes of others or by making sure the only seat available was the one next to his.

The constant touching and proximity left you feeling the burn of his touches for days after. The façade you’ve worked so hard to keep up cracks more and more every passing day.

The worst part of it all was the fact that he seemed so casual about it while you were internally combusting each time. Like the one time when you tried to move away from him, he asked, "y/n-kun, what's wrong?" And moved even closer in faux concern, failing to hide the smirk that lurked beneath his smile. "Ya don't look so good," he continued as he moved to graze your cheek before resting his palm on your forehead. "My, my, your face is so hot and red."

"I... uh-"

He chuckled, reveling in how you were struggling to form words. "Even your ears too," he whispered almost fondly as he continued his exploration of your face. With that, he tucked your hair behind your ear and kept his hand there, playfully tapping the tip of your ear. It was too intense for you. Too intimate. The way he was looking at you. The soft smile on his face. You felt his breath ghost over your lips and all of a sudden you're pushing him back and looking down at the floor. "P-p-probably overexertion, I'll be fine...please excuse me," you said hurriedly, leaving the situation. "Alright, see ya later," he sighed out, and if you thought you heard disappointment in his voice, then you would be right.  

But now is not the time to hope about whether or not he was dissapointed. You should get back to work before he-

“Are ya gonna keep staring or are we gonna keep working?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts. Fuck, he noticed. You didn't mean to think about him and all the shit he's done. But in this office, lit up only by the moonlight, you can't help but soften a little. The way the moonlight lights the side of his face is captivating. Not to mention his stupid habit of biting his lip is even more tantalizing than it used to be. It doesn't help that you two are sitting so close together that you can smell the faint scent of his intoxicating cologne. It also definitely doesn't help that your gaze ended up on him while you were lost in thought.

"Sorry,” you murmur, embarrassed, making sure to busy yourself with the file in front of you again.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot I’m quite distracting,” he teases with a smirk as he rests his head on his hand, giving you his full attention.

“Don’t know what you’re referring to,” you retort back a little too quickly. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you were curious if he was still looking at you. With as much discretion as possible, you shift your gaze towards him, only to be met with his waiting eyes.   

Breathtaking is all you can think of as his eyes seem to glow in the light. Your fingers twitch slightly as you have the urge to move the hair threatening to cover his eyes. Of course, the ever-observant Hoshina notices. He always seems to notice everything about you.

"Struck by the desire to touch me?" 

"Yes, to throttle you, actually." 

He lets out a low whistle and a chuckle at your response, and you try to focus all your energy on your work. Tonight feels different from the other nights. Something about the atmosphere told you that you’d regret running away or saying something you didn’t mean. So instead, you fiddle with the edge of the paper like you always do when you want to calm down your nerves.

Hoshina places a hand on top of yours and stills you. He says, "stop that," but the fondness in his voice seeps through even to your unwilling ears. It could have been due to the exhaustion that your senses were dulled or perhaps the night made you crave his touch a little more. Whatever it was, you didn't move your hand. Slowly and hesitantly, as if scared he'll break whatever trance you were in, he begins to lace your hands together, one finger at a time. His slow pace gave you ample time to pull away. To tell him to back off. To turn him down like you usually did.

But you don't.

So he holds your hand within his, providing you a warmth you didn't know you longed for. Something about his grip makes you feel safe in a way only he ever could. It wasn't tight enough to make you feel trapped, and it wasn't loose enough to let you slip away. With only the sounds of the crickets outside and your beating hearts, you two remain frozen in time. You're trying to remain as calm as possible but as you're moments away from ripping your hand out of his and making a run for it, Hoshina startles you by dropping his head onto the table and resting it in the crook of his free arm. Despite his body angling itself away from you, his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. 

"W-what is wrong with you!?" You exclaim in embarassment, also turning to look away. With your free hand, you cover the lower half of your face. You didn’t want him to know you were blushing.

"Nothin' just really happy," he replies, his voice a bit muffled by his arm. "It's just better than I expected," he mumbles so quietly that you almost missed it.  

If only you had turned around to look at him. You wouldn’t have missed the bright blush that covered his neck.  

Wrote this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is wonky. First fanfic since I was a teenager, so pls be kind and enjoy!

Soshiro x reader fanfic where you're cold towards him so he thought you hated him but you actually like him.

Summary: Hoshina thinks you're only out for his position but turns out you might not hate him as much as he thinks.

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"I am grateful and honoured to be recommended for the position of Vice Captain for the second division. However, I wish to be only Captain Ashiro's Vice Captain. Until then, I am happy to remain a platoon leader."

Those were the first words Hoshina heard you say. The first time he met you was at the higher up conference. It was decided that you would be promoted based on your performance in the latest Kaiju attack. But in all honesty, he was barely paying attention as he stood in his position behind Ashiro at the round table. It was one of those monthly meetings that seemed to drag on and on, and he couldn't help but try to stiffle a yawn. It wasn't like he had a say in the decision anyway, so what's the point of listening.

His interest peaked slightly when you walked in. He had seen you around the base a couple of times and had heard your name every once in a while. But his mind was always on training himself, the rookies, and keeping them alive.

He would be lying if he said you weren't a sight for sore eyes. Your gaze was strong, and you held your head high as you presented yourself to the higherups. One of those ice princesses, he guesses, as he shifts his gaze to look at the clock.

Who would've thought you'd be so interesting.

"HAHAHA! It's great to have aspirations," one of the higher ups laughed at your rejection, "too bad Hoshina has already got you beat. You want us to replace Hoshina with you?" A series of giggles erupted around the room.

"Not at all," you said, and Hoshina swears he saw a small smirk break your cold facade. "Hoshina is a fine Vice Captain and one that Captain Mina personally appointed. Simply put, when the time comes and Captain Ashiro needs someone else, I just want to be ready for the call," you replied with what he thinks is a bit of mirth in your eyes. He also could've sworn your gaze shifted to him at the end.

Your statement was strong, ambitious, and slightly threatening even. You've practically announced that you were out for his position and if he is ever deemed unfit, you'll be the one who'll snag it from him.

He swears that was the moment he was hooked on you.

Yet, it seems it wouldn't be easy to see that break in your facade again. Well, at least not easy for him. Somehow it wasn't until this point that he noticed how popular you were. According to everyone else, you were cool, fun, and kind. So why is it that you're always so cold towards him? He's heard your platoon absolutely gush about you to everyone they've met. He's seen you crack an unwilling smile to some of the younger cadets on the training field from a distance. Hell, he's even eaves dropped on you joking with his own squad.

"Hibino-kun, I heard you wanted to stand beside the Captain," you said slyly as you sat infront of Kafka in the study room. You were resting your head on your hand and eyeing at Kafka in a way that makes even Hoshina gulp. Though, probably in a different way from Kafka. Kafka flushed and tried to look at anywhere but you, "y-yeah I'm gonna try my best to do so... I also heard that you, um, were also aiming for Vice Captain?" He scratched his head a bit embarrassed but you only looked even more amused as your gaze sized him up as if evaluating him and his ambitions.

"That's right" you said with a mischievous smile.

"So I guess that makes us enemies for now, haha"

"No. Not necessarily," you sighed crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward as if to tell Kafka a secret. "You know the saying, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. So you and I are friends."

"And who's the enemy?"

"Hoshina, of course."

Well, isn't that something Hoshina thought. At least Kafka was enjoying himself.

"I guess he is," he said shoulders slumping, finally loosening up and laughing.

"Once he's out of the picture then we'll be enemies and I'm warning you, you don't want to be my enemy," Hoshina heard you joke back.

"Is that so?"

"Vice Captain!" Kafka shouted as he stood up to salute him as Hoshina entered the room. You on the other hand, seemed to be taking your sweet time getting up to salute him.

"Sir," you said flatly, all the humour you once had vanishing. Your eyes bored into his as if you were looking at an ant beneath your boot.

Right. Not easy. Definitely not easy at all.

"Do ya really see me that way y/n-kun?" Hoshina said as he walked to stand infront of you. "Why, you're hurting my lil' ol' feelings."

He knew he was standing closer to you than you'd like. With how your cheek slightly twitched, he can't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"I apologize, sir," you mumbled as if it pained you to say. "If it pains you so much why don't you go on leave? Take as much time as you need to recover."

"Oh? And let you take over my position?" He responded with a growing smile that showed off his fang.

"Or Hibino-kun can," you responded bringing back Hibino into the conversation.

"Um!" Hibino squeaked and both you and Hoshino snap your heads to look at him. "I-I uh... Nevermind."

"That's 5 laps for you, Hibino"

"What? Why I didn-"

"You want to do 10?" Hoshina threatened as a sliver of his eyes opens.

"No, sir!" Hibino salutes before hurrying himself out of the situation—scared he'll upset his vice captain even more.

With only the two of you left in the room, your slight step backwards doesn't go unnoticed by Hoshina.

"And how many laps do you want me to run, sir?" You asked in a way that Hoshina knows that if he were to discipline you, you'd pull your rank and find a way to refuse. Or perhaps you'll do it anyways and exaggerate his cruelty as a Vice Captain. So instead, why not take this opportunity to interrogate you?

"None. Just wanna talk"

"But Hibino-"

"Hibino-kun this Hibino-kun that. Do ya like the guy that much?" Hoshina cuts in, irked in a way he doesn't really understand.

"Negative. Just thought you'd be more fair," you responded flippantly, your eyes sharp and questioning.

"And who says you'll go unpunished?" Your eyes widened at that—but just as quickly as it did—your face returned to its calm and collected facade. Enjoying seeing the briefest crack in your composure, Hoshina started to wonder what else makes you tick and what other expressions can you make.

With a smirk he leaned back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. "Say how long have you been in the force?"

The twitch of your eyebrow tells him you're thinking, what does that have to do with being punished. But you still responded, "six years, sir."

"Ahh so a little bit after me. No wonder. I would've remembered a face like yours in my cadet days." He said with a teasing smile. You seem to freeze a bit at his flirtation and it might be wishful thinking but did he see a small blush? Before he could think about it any further you responded, "yes, how very unfortunate we couldn't have entered the force together. Perhaps things could've been different if I had," insinuating something else.

"You're really out for my blood aren't you y/n-kun?" He chuckled lightly.

"Nope. Not really," you said nonchalantly seemingly finding his shoulder more interesting to look at. Hoshina leaned down to cut your line of sight. Face tilted at an angle, he leaned close to your face to force your eyes on him.

"Hmmm this is no good y/n-kun. We're supposed to be comrades, but where's the comraderie? How can we fight kaiju while bickering?"

"We'll survive," you said exasperated.

"Say, ya know what? I think I've thought of the perfect punishment for ya!" Hoshina exclaimed with an almost boyish excitement. He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms. "Since ya wanna be Vice Captain so bad, for your punishment ya have to follow me 'round and help me out with my duties."

"Like a servant?" You responded bewildered with his idea.

"Servant, slave, Vice Vice Captain. Call it whatever ya want. This way we can form a better relationship, which, hey, will set a great example for the kids," he joked only to be responded with your incredulous face that couldn't even bother to hide your grimace. "If anything, it'll benefit you too since you get to see what I do," he continued, shrugging slightly. "Maybe you can even find all my weaknesses and make a huge list to use against me to get my position," Hoshina chuckled at the thought.

After a beat of silence, Hoshina was moments away from taking it all back when you said, "okay, send me your schedule." This time, it was Hoshina whose eyes widened. He fully expected you to reject it. Hell, he suggested it in the first place because he wanted to see your reaction and how'd you go about rejecting him. Well, things are about to get fun.

His mouth curled into a grin. "Meet me at my office by 7am tomorrow," Hoshina said as he headed out of the room. "Get some rest, you'll need it."

"Whatever you say, your highness, bowlcut motherfucker," he heard you mumble under your breath as the door clicks close behind him.

Oh yea. This will be fun.

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It's been three weeks since you've been tasked to follow him around. Three weeks of teasing and getting to know each other. Three weeks of little change in your attitude towards him, Hoshina thinks sadly. He thought that he would've been able to win you over with this extra time together. Yet, it seems that he was the only one being won over.

He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. Your quick and witty comebacks. Your cold phrasing and comments that are unintentionally funny (or perhaps they are intentional and it's just your humour?). Your earnest efforts in completing the ridiculous tasks he's assigned you. The glimmer in your eyes and your attempts to stop a smile when you're trying to pretend he isn't funny. He couldn't help but be drawn towards you—basking in the light that you emit, the light you try to hide behind your cold facade.

He wonders if you could tell. If you noticed the glances he threw your way. If you saw how he lit up when you entered the room. If you could see how distracted he became when you sat and worked beside him. Shoulders only a hair's breath apart. So close that he could only smell your sweet perfume and watch your fingers fiddle with the edge of paper. He always had to stop himself from leaning closer until his nose rested in the crook of your neck—until he could breath you in deeper. Oh how he longed to close his hand over yours so that you could hold onto something more stable than paper. How he wished to distract you the way you distracted him.

Hoshina huffs out a sigh as he walks out of the captains meeting with the other divisions. Ashiro couldn't attend so he went in her stead—much to Captain Narumi's displeasure. He did take you with him hoping that after this maybe he could convince you to get ice cream with him or something on the way back home to base. He can already imagine how bored you were waiting for him and how that might higher your chances of saying yes. He remembers you were talking with some other recruit from the 1st division when he left you in the break room.

The sound of your voice makes him halt a couple of steps infront of the break room.

"Eh? No way you think Captain Narumi is cooler than Captain Ashiro," he hears you argue.

"I'm sorry are your eyes broken or something? He's so hot. You can't compare him to her like that. They're two different kinds of hot" the girl he assumes he saw earlier responds passionately.

"Sure I'll concede to that but not to him being cooler." That's not something Hoshina wanted to hear right after his hours long meeting. Leaning back against the wall beside the slightly opened door, he can't help but feel irked. He couldn't believe he's getting jealous of Ashiro.

"Ugh that's just cuz you haven't seen him up close yet, " the other girl responds. "But hey, at least there's one thing we can agree on."

"And what's that?" You ask and Hoshina can tell your interests has been peaked.

"That Vice Captain Hoshina is the worst of the bunch." Hoshina's eyebrow twitches and he has half a mind go in there and make the recruit do 200 push-ups or try to find Narumi and beat him into a pulp. He doesn't because he was more curious about your response.

"I saw you rolling your eyes at him before the meeting. It must be tough working for him," the recruit continues.

You let out a tired laugh, "oh yeah, he's the worst. He's got me running around like a servant!" You say with a sigh and you lean your head onto your crossed arm on top of the table.

"Really! That's crazy. I just can't get over his bowlcut."

"RIGHT! His stupid bowlcut. His stupid fangs. His stupid cocky attitude..." Alright, well. Hoshina couldn't handle anymore of this. He pushed himself off the wall ready to open the door.

"God, I want him so bad." Huh? Hoshina froze in his steps, eyes wide open. Did he mishear you? He must have misheard you.

"HUH?" The recruit repeats a second later. "But you were just calling his hair stup-"

"It is stupid. He should not look that hot with that hair cut," you ramble on seriously as if in a world of your own.

"Stupid little fangs. I hate the way he uses them to nibble on his lips when he concentrates. Why the fuck does he have fangs?! Is he a vampire? God, it's so distracting." Although you're saying all of this like a rant, Hoshina can't help but overheat in his uniform. Covering half his face with his hand he already knows he's red.

"What? Are we looking at the same person?!" The recruit exclaims exasperated with you.

"I think I'm losing my mind," you say running your hand through your hair trying to soothe yourself. "He's so annoying. Always teasing me and sticking so close to me. God I feel like I'm always a second away from tearing at my hair or tearing that stupid compression shirt off. Any tighter and he won't be able to breath. It's like he's doing it on purpose to show off his abs." Hoshina chokes on his own spit.

"You know what? M-maybe it's cuz you haven't gone on a date in a while. Maybe you just need to get laid." The recruit says with a touch of worry—genuinely trying to find any rhyme or reason to your attraction.

"Ughhhh," you say sliding down your chair. "Maybe you're right, I should get laid." There's a pause before you're suddenly sitting back up straight. You lean towards the recruit across the table, "maybe I'll ask Captain Narumi out."

NO "NO!! He's off limits don't you fucking dare!" The recruit screams standing up abruptedly and slamming her hands onto the table.

By the sounds of your maniacal laughter, Hoshina hopes you're only joking.

"Don't worry," you wheeze out, wiping a tear from your eye. "Your precious Captain is all yours." Hoshina hears the humour and mischief in your voice and he can't help but smile too. From the sound of your voice, he knows you're not done teasing the recruit.

"PLUS-" Ah, there she goes " Vice Captain Hoshina is much much MUCH cooler than Captain Snorumi anyways."

The scandalous gasp does well to hide his own snicker.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"That's just the truth, hun. We all know it," you say matter of factly as you lean back into your seat crossing your arms.

"You can't even compare someone who's only a Vice Captain to a Captain! Captain Narumi climbed the r-"

"Oh is being Captain all it takes to be cool? Well Narumi must've been a drag before he became Captain." You argue back defiantly and cheekily, clearly enjoying this.

"Well swords are powerless against a gun! He can't-"

"And yet he was able to be promoted to Vice Captain with his swords while some of us can't even become a platoon leader with their guns." Both the recruit and Hoshina gasp at that and Hoshina decides to interrupt before the situation escalates further. If only he was a little less responsible. He would've loved to see how far you'd go for him. Oh well, he has all the time in the world to corner you about it.

"Yoohoo! The meetings over y/n-kun- Ah, sorry, was I interrupting something?" He says with a grin as both your heads snap towards him scandalized. Well, the recruit appears to be scandalized. You seem to be mortified.

Your jaw dropped open and the red that was flushing your skin from the tip of your ears all the way down to your neck was so pleasing. To think that you yourself would be the downfall of your cool and collected image amuses Hoshina greatly. He can only stare and admire the mess you've become. Too cute. Way too cute for his heart.

"C-captain!" Your voice cracks. Oh, even cuter. "I uh- I, we were- you didn't interrupt anything at all" you say clearing your throat and trying to regain your composure.

"What's got ya all worked up l/n?" He asks with false innocence as he tilts his head, "were you talking about something you shouldn't be?" He teases with a slight lilt in his voice.

"Of course not!" Growing a shade brighter you add "Sir!" to try to save yourself.

"Well alright then, come on let's go, I'm over this place," Hoshina says nodding his head goodbye at the recruit and exiting the room. He hears you whisper shout your own goodbyes before running to catch up with him. You stop and walk slightly behind him and he can't help but revel in your embarassment. He wonders if he should let you off easy or see how far he can push you...

"So you think my hair is stupid?"

He swears he can hear you internally scream.

Hi! Can I have a request of Soshiro with fem reader? Where his s/o found them gushing a very smol plushie version of him even s/o peppering some kisses on the plush and Soshiro get jealous or pout.

Will he try gain his s/o attention or he just yeet the plush? 🤣

a/n: no because I went through my requests, saw this and immediately sat down and wrote away it because its just so funny and cute!! thank you for putting something in!

pairing: Hoshina x fem!Reader

genre: fluff/comedy [wc: 976]

enjoy!

Just Kiss the Original | Hoshina Soshiro

It was a sight to behold– and not in a good way. For Hoshina at least.

Hoshina stood in the doorframe of your shared bedroom, hands hovering over the light switch. A long day of work had finally come to its end and there was nothing else he wished to do but fall into the arms of his lovely significant other. But upon stepping foot into your apartment, soft smooch sounds rang into his ears.

For a second, Hoshina felt his heart sink into the bottom of his stomach, mind drifting towards the unthinkable. But he quickly collected himself and remembered that you were not that kind of person. Therefore he continued as planned, took off his shoes and jacket and then made his way into your bedroom.

But what he saw when he made it into the cozy space knocked the remaining energy he had right out of his lungs and deflated him like a balloon.

You sat on your bed, legs crossed and arms wrapped around a plushie that shared a lot of similarities with your boyfriend– in fact, that was the Vice Captain! The plushy found itself in your warm embrace, pampered in kisses and snuggles and even more kisses. Your lips were curled into a warm smile as you cooed and patted the cotton imitation of your significant other.

“Who is so adorable? You are!”

Hoshina found himself speechless at the sight. He was aware that you had him, the plushie. It was a stupid gift from Ashiro who thought it was funny. You once mentioned how bored you got whenever Hoshina was working overtime, thus she got you this mini version of him to cure the loneliness. Back then he found it amusing. But now, watching that cotton ball get the special treatment reserved specifically for him? It was aggravating to say the least.

You didn't even seem to notice Hoshina who only stood a couple meters behind you at the door. Your lips continued to find the plushie's face, placing soft kisses on its head and whispering little secrets into its ears.

I ain't getting jealous over no damn plushie! He thought to himself, ready to make his presence known to you. But all of a sudden he watched you lift the small buddy towards your mouth and..bite him? You were laughing, jokingly holding the thing with your mouth. To you it was a silly little motion, harmless to both your reputation and the plushy but for Hoshina it was the last straw.

The plushie sat in your hand, but then suddenly it didn't.

Something had grabbed it by the head and threw it against the wall with such force that you temporarily feared it was going to get a concussion. Abruptly turning your gaze around, your eyes were met with the ones of your boyfriends.

“Soshiro what the–”

You didn't even get to finish your sentence. Hoshina placed himself on your lap, head resting on the soft flesh of your skin. His eyes peered up to lock with yours and his cold hands slid towards your fingers to interlock them. Was he..pouting?

“Just kiss the original.” Was all he said before closing his eyes.

You, who still had to wrap her head around the situation, simply looked down at the man, puzzled and perplexed. But then you smiled. Leaning forward, you placed a long kiss on Sohiro's lips. The man couldn't help himself but smile into it.

As you pulled away you saw the cheekiness that sat on his face, as if he had just achieved something great. Was he feeling accomplishment? For throwing a plushie out of your hands?

“The original got a little jealous there, hm?” Your hands found comfort in his hair, running its fingers through the soft purple.

“I have no idea whaddya talkin about.” He replied, eyes remaining shut. You simply chuckled and continued to pet his head.

“But I must say that the original is much cuter than the doll, oh my.” Another kiss found its way towards his lips. But this time when you tried to pull away, Hoshina placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping your upper body lowered. His face was now a mere breath away from yours.

“Please stop calling me that, Y/n.”

“Didn't you start it?”

There he goes again.

Hoshina was a man of pride and strength. He was feared on base grounds and even the Kaiju's blood ran cold when hearing his name. But at home, when with you, Hoshina revealed a special part of himself, one meant solely for you to witness. His soft spot

“Soshiro.” You whispered, the distance between you and him slowly fading.

Nothing could replace the warmth of your kisses and the feelings of passion and admiration you felt when in each other's presence. Not even the cutest plushie.

Bonus:

“What is that??” Your eyes almost exploded out of their sockets as you watched Hoshina pull forth a little doll from behind his back. You were both sitting on your bed ready to end the day.

“Shinomiya knows a guy who makes dolls and I told her to make one that resembles you. So now when I'm at work and I feel lonely I can just take little Y/n out and feel much better.”

The mischievous grin on Soshiro’s face said it all– this was payback time. Your boyfriend was trying to get back at you for what happened a week ago and as much as it irritated you, it was working.

“The doll actually looks like you, isn't that great? I don't have to bother you with my late night video calls anymore now that I–” As Soshiro was talking away you grabbed the doll and threw it away behind you. Unfortunately, it happened to fly right out the open window and landed onto the streets.

Where it got run over by a car.

Jealous Boy

Soshiro Hoshina x Fem! Wife! Reader

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The hardest thing about being a high ranking officer in the Defense Force is trying to separate your personal life from your professional life. You’re a Platoon Leader in the Third Division but you’re also his wife, you both work together which gives him some peace of mind but you are always surrounded by other men. Men both younger and some more mature than him and it leaves him antsy when he sees his sweet cold demeanored wife cracking a small smile at someone who’s not him. It’s a secret that you two are married, you don’t even use his surname while at work so men mistake you as a single woman.

“Captain Ashiro is there any issue with Platoon Leader (L/n) updating her name to Platoon Leader Hoshina? I don’t appreciate the recruits and soldiers ogling my wife so openly.”, Soshiro growled, his lips twitching in annoyance as he watched a newbie blush at you as you offered him advice in the shooting range.

“If you’re fine with the added paperwork for her name change in the system I don’t see anything wrong with it. You do know that (Y/n) doesn’t allow those desperate men to catch her eye right?”, Mina smiled noticing her Vice Captain so upset, “Are you jealous that your wife is popular Hoshina?”

Without meaning to Soshiro opened his eyes and turned to glare at his Captain, he’d been caught red handed he just couldn’t believe he was so easy to read. “Jealousy is an ugly thing Captain Ashiro, I’m not a high schooler, I can handle my emotions like a proper adult.”, he huffed returning his gaze to the shooting range where you watched over your cadets.

“Whatever you say, don’t forget tonight we’re having a dinner with the whole division. (Y/n) missed out on the last one since she’d been temporarily transferred to First Division. Might be a proper time to show everyone that she’s already been claimed.”, Mina teased playfully noticing the growing smile on her Vice Captain’s face.

“That’s right…it’ll be the perfect opportunity to show off Mrs. Hoshina.”

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The party went off with a blast just like last time, everyone was happily enjoying the booze and meal to their hearts content all while Soshiro found himself pouting among the other higher ups of the Third Division. He was ready to flaunt you off as his perfect wife but he’d forgotten that tonight was also your sister’s baby shower so you’d be missing the dinner party yet again.

“It’s a wonder why she married you, you big pouty baby.”, Okonogi whispered before downing her cup of beer.

“Did I ask for your input Konomi?”

The new recruits began talking amongst themselves about today’s training and naturally your name came up which quickly piqued Soshiro’s interest.

“Platoon Leader (Y/n) is just so lovely, that woman acts all cool and mysterious but she’s really a beauty when you break down her walls.”, one male officer sighed.

“Oh definitely I’d marry that woman in a heartbeat if I could, I wonder what her taste in men is?”

Kikoru huffed in annoyance and slammed her cup on the table, “A classy woman like Platoon Leader (Y/n) is way out of your leagues. She needs a strong reliable man who will always have her back, someone who makes her happy and helps her smile. She’s always got that dead expression on her face and it’s annoying that she never shows any emotion to us.”

“Hey maybe that’s going a bit to far, Ms. (Y/n) is very kind and I’m sure she’ll find someone when she’s ready. Being in the defense force isn’t exactly the easiest place to find a life partner.”, Ishikawa spoke up to try and lighten the mood but only seemed to push Hoshina more and more over the edge.

Konomi giggled watching Hoshina lose himself to his emotions, he really looked like he was ready to murder the next person that spoke. “Where’s our ice princess when you need her.”, Konomi teased clicking her glass with Captain Ashiro in amusement. There was a knock at the door of the room which silenced everyone before it slid open, “Good evening everyone sorry I’m late.”, (Y/n) smiled as she entered the room.

All the newbies were pleasantly shocked by this new side of you, you were actually smiling and your hair was let down letting it frame your face nicely instead of being in it being tied back like usual and you were in a dress! A simple yet elegant black dress with a fitted bodice and high collar with a skirt that stopped just below your knees and the most shocking piece of jewelry on your ring finger.

“M-Ms. (Y/n) welcome. Please feel free to sit next to me Ma’am.”, a desperate soldier offered you a spot next to him.

“No ma’am! Sit here, I’ll even cook for you!”

“No please sit here!”

“Gosh you look stunning out of uniform.”

“Marry me Ms. (Y/n).”

You waved off everyone’s advances with soft smile and walked to the edge of the table where the rest of the leadership sat. To everyone’s surprise you sat next to a pouting Vice Captain Hoshina who had yet to greet you.

“My sister sends her best regards, here I also brought you some dessert. It’s your favorite Hiro.”, you hummed softly placing a dessert box in Soshiro’s lap.

He instantly recognized the box without even opening it, his pout melted away into a toothy smile. “I’ll be sure to call and thank her. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t make it.”

You let out a nervous chuckle and nodded your head in agreement, “I almost didn’t, my mom wouldn’t stop asking me questions and then I got in trouble because of something so small.”, you sighed taking a piece of kalbi from his plate.

Everyone watched on his shock as you and Soshiro continued to act so abnormally domestic in front of them. Kafka was the one to stoke the flames of the situation when he noticed something written along your ankle.

“Ms. (Y/n), why do you have the Vice Captain’s name written along your ankle?”, Kafka pointed out loud gaining everyone’s attention.

All eyes were now on you and a playful smile drew across your face as you rubbed your ankle with the same hand your wedding ring was on, “I like getting a rise out of my husband.”

That one sentence left the whole room stunned into silence, Soshiro didn’t know anything about his name being written on you so he allowed his curiosity to get the best of him and moved so he could check you ankle. Sure enough the kanji of his name was tatted across your ankle like a possessive mark for all to see. His eyes opened at and shrunk into a dangerous glare, “Mrs. Hoshina when did you get this little tattoo?”, he growled playfully pulling you into his lap despite your attempt to eat. You avoided his eyes and simply smiled in the opposite direction while everyone else lost their minds over the new information. Soshiro began growling in your ear demanding an answer while his hands began to wander over your body playfully.

“Hands off Soshiro we’re in public.”, you warned trying to escape his grip. He only held you tighter whispering god knows what into your ears that left your flushed and red faced. Everyone was screaming and questioning you two for answers all while your perverted husband was trying to rile you up some more.

“Did you wear this high collared dress to hide what I did to you a few days ago? Are you shy about them?”, Soshiro teased leaning down to nip at your sensitive neck.

“I could say the same about your back, Mina says you always head off to the showers when there’s no one else in there. What ashamed of the marks that I leave on you Vice Captain Hoshina?”, you teased playing on his power imbalance kink.

“If you two are gonna smash can you take it home?”, Konomi giggled riling the crowd up even more.

You glared at your dear friend and ordered her to shut up, “Konomi please have mercy. Don’t give him ideas or I’ll be forced to call off tomorrow.”, you whined trying to struggle out of Soshiro’s grip.

He wasn’t letting you out of his grip now that he everyone knew you were his, his smile was never ending so you decided to just let him have this moment for a little while. Everyone was shocked to see this new side of you but in a way you both made sense for each other, he made you happy and kept you from working yourself to the bone and you accepted him for the way he was and loved him for it.

“I can’t wait to take you home tonight.”, Soshiro whispered into your ear for no one else to hear.

You fed him a piece of beef to try and silence him, he happily accepted it before you returned to your plate to eat. Tonight would be a long night but at least you didn’t have to hide who you were married to anymore.

Okay I have a request with Hoshina Soshiro. So maybe some angst thing but fluff. Okay so since reader joined hoshina team she flirted with him, give him things , complement him yk? And he would mostly ignore her, give her extra training ANYTHING to make her go away cuz he didn't want to lose her on mission (dangerous job) but she didn't know that. So it lasted for like long time and a new member joined and he started to flirt with reader, give her flowers itp. And she unfortunately thought that making hoshina love her is like against his own will. She doesn't want to be a b so she leaves him alone. And he doesn't like that at all? I love that kind of fanfic. 🎀

Words cannot describe how much i love this request!! thank you so much for this, i hope you enjoy what i came up with!!

Attention | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: jealous!hoshina soshiro x reader

summary: you stop giving hoshina your attention and he doesn't like that at all.

genre: romance/angst/jealousy/fluff | [wc: 3.3k ]

a/n: my very first request (so exciting!!) i hope i do your wishes justice! hoshina is kinda mean in this one, lol ^^

enjoy!

“Vice Captain Hoshina!” You chimed in an enthusiastic voice, your body moving over to the man's disappearing figure. The vice captain did not even bother to turn around, nor halt in his footsteps as he heard you approach him. Even as you finally catched up, his gaze remained focused on the scene ahead.

“Today's mission went surprisingly well, don't you think!” Excitement hung in your voice, even as Vice Captain Hoshina remained unbothered by your presence. You were all too used to his unbothered demeanor, his avoiding gazes and the lingering silence, therefore you did what you always did in these situations– keep the conversation alive.

“But honestly, with you as our Vice Captain I didn't expect anything else–”

“Your movements towards the end of the battle were sloppy and unprofessional. Talking about a successful mission, tsk, is there nothing else but air in your head? You could have seriously gotten hurt.” His voice was sharp and mocking but the worst part was, it stung.

It has been a little over a year since you joined the Third Division. Despite all your attempts of building a healthy relationship between you and the Vice Captain, nothing much has changed so far. All the compliments, all the gifts and hard work– none of them had been able to bring change to your chemistry. And watching him turn into this jolly ball of joy when talking to the other cadets definitely didn't make you feel better either. It sometimes discouraged you from continuing this sad pursuit of his attention, but only sometimes.

“Seriously, If you wanna stay in this division and continue being part of these missions you gotta be better than that. What even happened back there?!’

A strong force rushed through your lungs, your mind recalling the last minutes of battle. It silenced you immediately.

A Yoju had appeared right behind your exhausted figure, catching you off guard. In any normal situation you would have drawn your weapon at light speed and blast right through the monster but something had stopped you.

The Vice Captain himself.

Nobody else saw it, how could they have– Vice Captain Hoshina did his best to conceal his little mistake. But you took notice of it, of the Vice Captain actually missing his target. It was unexpected to say the least, distracting as well. But the Kaiju blood that ran down his face, temporarily took his vision and that caused his momentum to shift. He lost his balance for a split second and let the Yoju escape from his weapon. He immediately caught up with the monster but the worry that engulfed your stomach was enough to temporarily cause your brain to shut down.

If it hadn't been for Reno calling you back into reality you would have seriously gotten hurt indeed.

“I apologize Cap–”

“Don't bother.” And with that said he left the scene, joining the others in a discussion of how to proceed with the mission.

“Are you alright Y/n..?” Shinomiya approached you, her gentle hand finding its way on your shoulders.

“Yes, I'm alright. Guess he wasn't in the mood to talk, haha..”

This was just one of many failed attempts of you trying to charm Hoshina.

About a week later you were wandering through the hallways of Tachikawa Base. The sun had long kissed the world goodnight, leaving only the dimmed light of the moon to illuminate the building. Sleep was unable to find you, thus you decided to take a short stroll around the building.

It calmed you, watching the stars live in perfect harmony with the moon. They were able to enjoy its presence, even from a distance– just like you were still able to appreciate Hoshina.

He wasn't all that bad honestly. What happened a week ago was a rare occasion, he only got worked up like that when you gave a sloppy performance during a mission.

Perhaps he just wanted you to improve? One could view your way of thinking as delusional, yes, but you preferred to think that you were just optimistic.

On your way back to your dorm you heard subtle sounds in the distance. A few grunts here and some equipment being moved there. Allowing curiosity to take the best of you, you investigated the strange noise. What you found left you shocked and motionless.

The Vice Captain was up and about in the training room, moving in ways you have so rarely seen him in. His body became one with his weapon, it was as if they molded into one to perform something magical. Seeing him in action, in his element, it reminded you why you still chased after Hoshina. He was just perfect in every single aspect, from looks to abilities. You watched him just a little longer, until you decided to step back and return to your dorm to not get into any trouble for being up so late.

“And where do you think you're going?” A single sentence from his lips was enough for your body to become imobile. The Vice Captain was the scariest during battles, when neutralizing Kaiju, everybody knew that. But whatever vibe he was emitting right now, it felt just as dangerous. With each step he took towards your body you could feel your limbs grow weaker and weaker.

“It's quite disrespectful to stare. And on top of that you're walking around past the curfew. Honestly Y/n, it's starting to get annoying.”

“I apologize. I couldn't sleep, that's why I–”

“Give me 50.” Hoshina interrupted you, turning back around to collect his things.

“I..are you serious?” The last thing you wanted was to sound disrespectful, but his cold demeanor was starting to affect you in a way you had hoped it never would.

His body bent forward to grab both his katana and zip jacket. For only a moment his eyes met yours.

“Yes. And while you're already at it, try working on your reflexes and stealth as well, I could hear you from miles away. Your mistakes of last week's battle could have cost you your life. Don't let it happen again."

His gaze fell onto the ground and his grip on the jacket tightened. Like always you were unable to make out what concrete emotions he was hiding behind those eyes but his voice pretty much gave away what state he was currently in.

He was pissed.

As Hoshina walked towards the exit, he made sure to throw one last look at you. You didn't notice it but even if you had, it would have made no sense to you..

The following weeks continued to all look the same. While you were trying your best to uphold a positive attitude towards the Vice Captain, it felt like he was distancing himself further and further away from you. Even the other cadets were starting to wonder when you were finally going to move on and give up.

“Hoshina!” You exclaimed cheerfully, waving at the man. “I hope you had a great weekend. I'm looking forward to today's work!”

Like always he just passed you by, not even bothering to give you anything else than a roll of his eyes or a nod (when he was feeling generous).

Even when you left little notes for him or small treats on his desk, you would always later on find them in the trash.

“Wanna go out and drink something together?”

“No.”

“Excuse me, but could you please help me with–”

“I'm busy.”

“Why wasn't I called in to participate at the weapon testing–”

“Because.”

This went on for a couple more months, until a certain someone brought you back to reality.

“Please welcome Tanaka Yosuke, the newest addition to our team.”.

Tanaka was an interesting guy. He was sweet and nice and always had something positive about you to say. On missions he would have your back and even off the battlefield he would make you feel warm and welcomed. Being with him made you realize just how much attention you actually deserved and maybe even how much you wasted on Hoshina. Tanaka made you appreciate how nice it felt to be sought out for once.

Your words did not pass him by, nor did any of your actions go unnoticed by his attentive eyes. He was someone you were able to feel comfortable around.

“Y/n!” His voice immediately caused a smile to appear on your face. Tanaka stood in front of you, a playful grin shining right back at you as he approached your seated body. You were at the base’s cafeteria, enjoying a simple meal by yourself. After another failed attempt of talking to the Vice Captain you believed that you deserved a little treat.

“I got you something.” He spoke, hands reaching into the small bag he brought with him.

A sharp breath escaped your lips and a feeling so fuzzy engulfed your heart it almost knocked you off the chair.

“Look, aren't these flowers beautiful.” White Lilies swayed in the wind, brought by the Kaiju’s collapse. Only this group of flowers had stayed untouched from the destruction, maintaining their beauty.

You had made one little remark about the flowers but here this man was, surprising you with a whole bouquet of them. As your fingers grazed over the soft petals a thought suddenly occurred in your head.

What if Hoshina genuinely disliked you?

It wasn't a brand new discovery. Vice Captain Hoshina not being a fan of yours was quite obvious, yet you thought that his opinion about you could be swayed if you tried hard enough, like in movies. But seeing him dodge you like a bullet and going out of his way to hurt your feelings..maybe you were a bother after all..

Spending more time with Tanaka and less around the Vice Captain felt strange. You wondered if he noticed or if he even cared about the lack of your presence. The thought occupied your mind even while you were looking at your gift.

But did that mean that you like Tanaka..? Despite being a sweet guy, all you saw in him was a comrade who you could call a good friend. No one could ever compare to the Hoshina that you met years ago, before you joined the decision. The sweet man who saved you that day..the man you fell in love with.

“These flowers are beautiful, Tanaka.” But that didn't change the fact that Tanaka's eyes were different. They looked at you, not past or beyond, they stared right at you and made sure to perceive you.

“Not as beautiful as the one who is holding them..”

For a brief moment you felt your heart skip a beat, Tanaka's words melting on your ears like butter. While you were losing yourself in this warm feeling you didn't notice the person who was lingering behind the wall, watching the scene unfold with sharp eyes.

“Tsk..”

×

“That new guy, what's his name again?” Hoshina rested his body against one of the bookshelves, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the Captain arrange some files.

“You mean Tanaka Yosuke? What's with him?” Mina's gaze remained on the countless sheets of papers in front of her, only moving up once to give the man a questioning look.

“Something about him seems off, I don't like the guy.”

“Oh please.” The woman finally averted her attention to her friend, a smug smile hanging on her lips.

“You're just mad that Y/n is paying him attention, much more than you recently.” The last part of that sentence came out as a mumble yet Hoshina’s sharp ears picked up on Mina's remark.

“As if.” Hoshina scoffed. “It's just, he is always dragging Y/n to the front of every battle and acts as if he has known her for ages.”

“You want him to act like you? Cold and ignorant, even after knowing that she is one of the sweetest people around.” Although Mina tried to add a playful touch to her voice, the backlash of her words stayed strong.

“Everybody knows that Y/n is, or maybe now was, head over heels for you– yes even I picked up on that. Yet for some reason you are a complete asshole to the poor girl. But now that she has decided to stop paying you that special kind of attention you want to complain and talk about some "I miss her” and what not. Give me a break.”

Hearing these words come out of the Captain's mouth felt like a strong jab to the side. Hoshina found himself unable to respond, react in any way, really. Like a block of ice he stood motionless in the room, mouth slightly open.

“Play with a girl's heart for too long and she will leave you in the past. You men have the audacity to treat the woman who cares for you like trash and ignore her but get upset when she starts showing affection to another man who actually treats her right, how childish.”

A paper ball suddenly came flying towards Hoshina’s head. He let the crumbled item hit his skull. His eyes followed it as it bounced off his head and fell to the ground, rolling around for a little longer until it eventually stopped moving. A strange taste now sat in his mouth. It was bitter yet blunt, how irritating..

"Whatever reason you have to act this way, just stop. Tell Y/n face to face how you actually feel and give that poor thing a break for gods sake."

×

The day came to an end rather quickly today. Only hours ago you were out with Tanaka, enjoying some time together and now you were already headed to bed. But before you decided to tell the world goodnight you had to make one quick stop at the base's library.

There was a book about flowers Tanaka gave you that you wanted to lend out, to be able to properly tent your gift. But as you searched through the countless isles, too concentrated on quickly finding the copy, a loud noise suddenly pulled you back to reality.

“Vice Captain..” You stuttered, startled by Hoshinas' sudden appearance. The man stood in front of you, his usual nonchalant expression printed on his face. You were ready to apologize for being out this late once again but before you were even able to open your mouth you were silenced.

“You've been avoiding me..” He spoke in such a low tone you almost didn't hear him.

“I've been…what?”

“You've been avoiding me, Y/n.” Hoshina took a step forward, invading a fraction of your personal space. A gasp slipped from your lips but he continued to stare you down.

“Well..I was under the impression that I was bothering you, Vice Captain, so I backed down a li–”

“Now you can't even say my name anymore?” Another step was taken towards your direction.

Hoshina's playful demeanor had completely disappeared, all that was left was a stoic facade. But something about the way he positioned himself above you, his sharp eyes looking down at your frame as if they were guarding you– it fell off. Despite appearing cold and upset, he somehow seemed..vulnerable?

“I really don't understand what is going on here. I thought you didn't like me?”

It seemed like Hoshina wanted to say something along the lines of “what gave you that idea” but he quickly realized that those words would have not helped him at all. Thus he remained silent for a while, his arms crossing over his chest as his gaze fell onto the wall.

“That Tanaka guy, is he your latest obsession?”

“Excuse me?” You mildly snapped. “Yosuke is a friend of mine, a very nice guy and an amazing fighter.” Hearing you speak his first name so casually caused a nerve to snap in Hoshina’s body.

“He is a completely irresponsible guy if you ask me. Dragging you out to the front of every battle, making you fight all these Yoju– it's like he's setting you up for injuries.” As if the Vicevice Captain's words didn't irritate you enough, he had the audacity to add a scoff, leaving you confused and slightly vexed.

“Orrr maybe he just trusts in my abilities. But with all respect sir, what are you talking about? Are you here to hand out another punishment or is this some type of joke, pretending to suddenly care about me and all..” Silence hushed over the space as your question stayed unanswered. It was beyond obvious that your words triggered something in Hoshina but you didn't know what it was. The lack of a conversation allowed you to reflect on past interactions. Despite hish harsh words, this was the third time that the Vice Captain has mentioned you potentially getting hurt during battle.

Was he maybe..

“I apologize for my tone..” You suddenly sighed.

“But Vice Captain Hoshina, I think I have made it quite clear that I..that I like you yet you don't seem even the tiniest bit interested in me. Which is okay, I get it, but how come that now that i'm finally leaving you alone, you all of a–”

The door to the library suddenly swung open, cutting you off mid sentence.

“Y/n?” Tanaka called out, looking around the empty space.

Hoshina had reacted before you could even realize what was going on. The Vice Captain quickly pulled you into his embrace, so that your back rested against his chest, and placed his hands over your mouth. The mild sensation you felt only moments ago in your stomach now fully exploded, causing a strong heat to rush through your body.

“Weird..the others told me that she would be here..” Tanaka looked around one last time before turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. You thought that Hoshina would let you go but his grip around your waist stayed strong.

“Y/n..” He lowered his face to softly talk into your ear. Something inside the man felt relieved. Now that you were both standing in complete darkness, unable to see each other, he could finally confess what was on his mind.

“As a Vice Captain it is my duty to charge head first into battle, despite knowing that I could die any second. You are persistent by nature, I saw that during our first encounter a couple years ago, so the thought of you being stubborn enough to follow me on the battlefield and potentially getting hurt always haunted me. I..I tried getting rid of you to prevent that from happening and during the process I must have hurt you a lot and I am so sorry. I kept ignoring you because being close to you..it made it so fucking difficult to not–”

Hoshina stopped himself from continuing that sentence and let go of you, his body's heat becoming too overwhelming. With every second your eyes adjusted more and more to the darkness, until you were properly able to see him.

“Don't run after any other man when I'm right here, Y/n..”

“Hoshina..”

You could only see fragments of it but Hoshina was smiling. Hearing you finally drop the formalities made him happier than it should.

All this time, the man you thought hated you for purely existing had a special spot in his heart reserved just for you. It felt weird, being perceived by him, but at the same time there was no sweeter feeling.

“I don't know if I can just forgive you yet..” You joked. “It's gonna take a lot more than just your words to make me forget the months of blatant disrespect.”

“Don't play around too much now.” The man pulled you back into his embrace. One arm tightly held you by the waist while the other pretended to pull on your ear. For a short moment the two of you laughed together, until he suddenly spoke in a more serious tone.

“Please keep your eyes on me, don't look away.” One of his hands wrapped around yours to pull it up to his face. Hoshina's soft lips ran over your fingers, placing a strong kiss on your hand. Then his eyes fell on yours, locking your gazes.

“I'm yours, Y/n. You don't need anyone else as long as I'm here so please continue to give me your attention. It gets me going like nothing else, hearing your adorable voice and seeing how much effort you put into every fight. Fuck” He chuckled, the other hand now cupping your right cheek.

“You don't know how long I had to hold myself back. But now that the truth's out, I can finally show you just how crazy you make me.”

playing nice — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x f!reader, established... something, reader wears a skirt, shameless smut, face sitting, doggy style, creampie, 1.7k words

"Sit."

Your thighs tremble as you hover above him. Hoshina Soshiro smooths his gloved hands over your bare legs. "What's gotten into you?"

"C'mon, darlin', just sit," he murmurs. You can barely see his easy smirk as you hitch your skirt up higher, exposing your damp panties with a sigh. "I'll swear it'll be nice."

"That's not the problem," you swallow. Red eyes peer up into yours and you shudder as he grips your thighs. The rough fabric of his gloves scratch against your skin. "Didn't you just come back from a mission?"

"Want me to take my gloves off?" Soshiro asks. You nod shakily and he grins, maintaining eye contact as he carefully, slowly removes his gloves with his teeth. Sharp canines flash in the warm afternoon light with each tug of fabric. "I didn't get dirty, y'know. I was busy directin' the troops."

"Doesn't matter," you say. "If you're gonna drag me in while I was having a perfectly lovely walk, you should be nicer about it."

Soshiro chuckles, tossing his gloves aside. His hands immediately go back to your thighs, pressing into the soft flesh and wrenching them slightly more apart. Your knees slip on his jacket that he's so helpfully placed beneath you, but his grip is steady and you barely even wobble thanks to his hold. It's hazy — your blood feels hot, thrumming in your veins, heat rushing to your cheeks and chest.

"I'm not a strong man," he says. Purple strands splay out along the hard wooden floor of the storage room he's dragged you into. "I saw ya in this cute lil skirt and just about lost my mind."

"I've noticed," you say drily. Soshiro's hands inch higher, teasing the edge of your panties, brushing your hip bones beneath the fabric. "You barely even kissed me, you know."

"But look at this," he mutters. Rough fingers dig into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and you yelp as he drags your legs further apart. His breaths are warm against the soaked cotton as you sink closer and you can't help clenching in anticipation. "Ya still got all wet for me. So pretty."

You moan as he digs in, as he tugs your panties aside with a finger and drags his tongue through your soaked folds. Your legs weaken against your will, dropping you further onto his face as he groans and bumps your aching clit with his nose. Oh, god.

"Fuck me," you bite out, hips jerking forward.

Soshiro nips your thigh and you hiss, fingers clenching around your skirt. He chuckles into your pussy, red eyes gleaming a moment before he drags you forward, pressing more of your weight onto his face. Pleasure spikes as he groans, tongue digging in sloppily, each swipe feeding the growing ache in your center. Spit and your juices drip down his chin but he doesn't care — nothing else matters but your choked off whines.

Fuck, you sound so hot.

Soshiro wants more. He wants you aching and desperate, he wants you riding his face until you cum with that cute little cry that never fails to make his blood run hotter. Sometimes, if he works hard enough, you lose yourself and say his name.

Sometimes he makes you cry.

Not this time, though — you're clearly enjoying yourself, moaning as if you've forgotten this storage room isn't that far off the main walkways, but Soshiro doesn't mind. Everyone knows the Vice Captain's got eyes on you, and no matter how much you protest, the fact remains that he's the only one who gets to see you like this.

"H-Hoshina," you suck in a heaving breath, hips rolling against the flat of his tongue. He moans into your pussy and watches your lashes flutter at the feeling. "I'm — 'm getting close."

There's sweat beading along his temples and sliding into his hair. Soshiro moans again as your taste floods his tongue. Fuck, you look so pretty sitting on his face like this, with one hand keeping your skirt out of the way while you grope your chest with the other. His own hips twitch as you pinch your nipple through your shirt, the peaked nub poking through the fabric as you squeeze mercilessly.

Soshiro keeps his tongue stiff, bumping against your clit with every desperate grind of your hips. You hiss when he slides a finger into your tight, wet heat, prodding your insides until he nudges that spot that sets you on fire.

"Fuck — fuck, H-Hoshina, 'm gonna cum —!"

Heat lights up your veins as he sucks on your clit, digging his finger into that spongy spot inside you, his other hand firm on your hip as he forces you to grind on his face. God, you're so — he's so —

Soshiro moans and he looks so dazed, hazy eyes drinking in your every move. You're the only one who sees him like this — the powerful Vice Captain of the Third Division, reduced to a sweaty fucked out mess, just from eating you out. The thought makes you whimper, the ache in your core intensifying.

You whine loudly when he pulls back a little, the loss of suction terrifying as you spiral closer. Your free hand drops from your breast to his hair, tangling in the damp purple strands and tugging harshly. He grunts.

"Cum for me," Soshiro rasps out, sliding another finger into you. "Cum all over my fuckin' face."

He sucks your clit between his lips again, and it's — you're —

Shattering, splintering into fractures of light —

"Fuck, Soshiro — nghh —"

Soshiro doesn't let up, fingers digging in as you squeeze them in a vice grip, warmth gushing down his chin as he flattens his tongue and dips in to lick up every last drop.

He's so fucking hard right now it hurts, but he keeps licking your soft folds, his own hips twitching as he tries to find some relief from the fabric of his pants. You tug on his hair again and a whine slips out his throat, but you're smiling, breathless and glowing and so fucking pretty.

"Soshiro, c'mon, please —"

His teeth snag your panties and you giggle as he drags them off your legs. You wobble into a standing position and Soshiro wipes his fingers clean on your panties before tucking them into his back pocket, scrambling onto his knees and shoving his hair out of his face.

You drop down to kiss him, moaning at the taste of yourself as he touches you — hands gripping your hips and gliding up to grope your tits. Your fingers drag down his chest and fumble with his belt buckle as he laughs into the kiss.

"Want you inside," you breathe. "Want you to fill me up, Soshiro."

He groans and kisses you hard, hips bucking into your touch as you finally get his pants undone. Your hand is soft and warm as you grip his cock, squeezing the tip and smearing precum along the shaft. "Hands and knees, darlin' — 'm not gonna last."

You scramble into position on top of his jacket and flip your skirt up, exposing your bare ass and peeking over your shoulder as your blush deepens. "Please, Soshiro."

He lines himself up with a hiss as your juices coat the tip of his cock. You squirm at the feeling, nudging your hips back until the head slips in. Both of you moan — your breaths shuddering at the stretch, his chest seizing as your tight, wet heat sucks him in.

You feel — like heaven, like hell — he slides home, a rough noise punching out of his throat. Fucking — Soshiro pulls back and carefully pushes in, trying not to cum as your ass jiggles with the movement.

You whine and clench around him, and — he snaps.

Rough, desperate strokes, hips slamming into your welcoming heat. Soshiro nearly loses his mind when you push back against him, meeting him with every thrust. He holds onto your hips, hard enough to bruise.

Fucking — hell —

He leans forward and you sob at the change in angle, nearly collapsing onto your elbows as he hits that spot that makes you gush. Soshiro brushes his lips along the back of your neck, reaches around to fumble clumsily at your clit.

"So-Soshiro," you moan and god, you sound wrecked.

You do collapse forward as you cum with a cry, your spine arching beautifully. Soshiro lasts two more short, desperate strokes as you squeeze him tight, hips twitching as he unloads thick, hot streaks of cum deep into your pussy.

He grunts, teeth clamping down on your shoulder, white hot fire racing through his veins as his mind goes blank.

You moan weakly at the feeling, pussy fluttering around him. "You bit me," you gasp out breathlessly.

Soshiro presses a kiss to the mark in silent apology, but he's winded. "You're too cute."

The storage room is filled with your synced breathing as the two of you get yourselves under control. Soshiro nuzzles into your neck, lips skimming along smooth skin as he nudges your sweat soaked hair aside. He keeps his hands firm on your hips, holding you close.

You make a soft sound when he finally pulls out, rolling onto your back and immediately squeezing your legs together. Soshiro wipes off his cock with your ruined panties and tucks himself back into his pants, raising an eyebrow when you frown at him bashfully.

"I need those," you mumble.

"Ain't we goin' back to your room anyway?"

Your brow furrows. "Who says?"

"You're not gonna make it very far without your panties," Soshiro points out, crawling over you and kissing the tip of your nose. You wrinkle it cutely. "I'm off duty. Let's hang out."

You tip your chin up to kiss him properly, sweet and slow and languid. Soshiro's heart aches. "Fine," you murmur, "but only because I'm sleepy now."

Soshiro will take whatever he can get. He helps you stand, snickering when you wobble and dig your nails into his arm in retaliation. You don't seem to notice how much you're leaning into him as he bundles his dirty jacket under his other arm. "Didja want dinner?"

"Mm, no," you say. "Your cum is going to drip out if we don't hurry up."

"Alright, darlin'," he says. "Hey, that was pretty nice, right?"

The shimmery afternoon light lends a haze to the grounds as the two of you walk towards your building. Soshiro glances at you — you're glowing and just so pretty. He shoots you a lopsided smirk when you roll your eyes at him.

"Yes, it was nice."

Soshiro's grin softens and he presses a kiss to your temple. "Don't worry. I'll show ya how nice I can be."

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Because I'll Always Love You (Part 3 of a Series)

Lavender filled the air as Soshiro lit yet another candle on the way to comfort your crying baby. 

Ever since you’d come home, he’d filled every room of the house with your favorite scented candles. He said he’d missed them too much when you were away. He said he’d never tease you about your random knick knacks ever again and he begged you to please clutter up his house with all your little trinkets. You’d laughed at that but obliged.

You always remembered him being overflowing with love, but the lengths of his devotion only seemed to grow wider everyday, like he was making up for lost time. 

Even though he’d had as many sleepless nights without you as you’d had without him, he didn’t seem to mind always being the one on baby duty in the dead of the night when Suki was screaming bloody murder. You’d insisted on helping him, but he had just kissed your cheek tenderly and told you that you carried the child for nine months inside you, all without his support, and it was your turn to relax. And then after he’d soothed the baby back to sleep, he’d come massage your feet before snuggling back into bed with you. He’d never been more perfect in your entire life. 

Sometimes you’d come home from work and find him holding Suki in one arm and a parenting book in the other, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he eagerly took in each paragraph of knowledge. You’d smile and push them back up for him before starting on dinner. 

As much as Soshiro enjoyed making you dinner, he enjoyed watching you in the kitchen even more. He loved the way you sang to yourself as you stirred the pot or rinsed the vegetables. And he thought you looked incredibly sexy with a knife in your hand, there was just something about you with a bladed weapon that turned him on. He made a mental note to teach you how to wield a sword next time. But one of his favorite things about watching you cook was seeing you in the apron that you wore every single time, without fail. It read, “Property of Soshiro Hoshina,” on it- you had gotten the idea from a story you’d read online, and Soshiro could not have been happier to see those words displayed across your body. He made another mental note to bend you over the kitchen counter the next time you wore it.

It seemed like you were falling back into old habits with ease, like you’d never even been apart. And it was interesting to see how some habits changed now that a baby was involved. For instance, Soshiro used to always put on sitcoms for you to watch together, and the two of you would quote your favorite lines to each other, laughing as the other mimicked an actor. But now, Suki apparently liked to watch romance. She wasn’t even a year old but she’d cry if romance wasn’t on the TV. You groaned to Soshiro that she was going to have the most unrealistically high expectations when she grew up if she kept this up, and he had shrugged saying he was fine with that, because he only wanted the best for his baby girl. You felt yourself falling more and more in love with him by the minute. 

And then you were completely enamored with him when he finally proposed to you, apologizing for going out of order and knocking you up first, to which you giggled but then said yes. And when it came time to plan the wedding, he wanted to wait until Suki was at least able to walk so that she could be the flower girl; he’d already picked out the most perfect princess tutu for her to wear since he knew he was going to propose to you and he knew you were going to say yes. Although that didn’t stop him from being nervous to propose to you. He mixed up his speech half a dozen times before finally saying, “Fuck it, you already knew I was an idiot when you started dating me, will you please make this idiot the happiest man alive and marry him?”

When you finally did get married, the wedding was certainly made memorable when the officiant had begun reciting the vows you would say to each other, starting with a “Do you-” to which Soshiro had quickly exclaimed “I do!” and the crowd had giggled because the officiant hadn’t finished her piece yet. You went along with it and chimed in “I do, too!” and the poor officiant threw out all the written vows she had planned and just proclaimed you husband and wife in the shortest wedding ceremony she had ever officiated in her life. But the two of you didn’t need vows. You had already promised each other everything, and a speech wouldn’t change that. 

When Suki was finally of school age, you quickly discovered that Soshiro was a photo album kind of dad. On her first day of class, he took thousands of pictures of her just walking up the steps to school and then he cried when she made her happy little way into the classroom, leaving him behind. That was when he begged you for another kid so he could still have someone to baby, now that his firstborn was all grown up. You reminded him she was only in preschool. She was not, in fact, “all grown up.” But he was persistent and soon enough you had another addition to the family. It was another girl. 

All his male coworkers teased him about his bad luck, but Soshiro had wanted another girl. If he could have a hundred girls, you were sure he’d do it. He loved shopping for clothes for them, his eyes lighting up when he saw how cute baby socks were, and he learned all sorts of random knowledge that only a father of girls would need to know. He became well acquainted with different flavors of lip gloss because Suki wanted to play makeup with daddy and he’d become a professional in the art of the pigtails. 

Soshiro never thought he’d ever love anyone other than you, but he quickly made more room in his heart for his two daughters, which then turned into room for five daughters because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. You teased him relentlessly, saying that his sperm was either sexist or allergic to giving you boys. He retorted by saying the only guy in your life that you needed was him. 

Eventually Soshiro did retire from the Defense Force, opening up his own training dojo near the house instead. The both of you had originally thought he’d regret the decision but after having five children, he knew his only regret would be not being able to spend enough time with them, so he opted for a safer job. He wanted to live long enough to walk each one of them down the aisle. 

When he did get his turn at escorting them all to their weddings and bawled his eyes out five times at each father-daughter dance, you knew you had to tease him some more. You’d say, “Isn’t this what you’ve been living for this entire time? Why are you acting like you’re on the verge of dying?” He pouted and complained that he was a “sensitive man” and you were “just too mean” to understand the depths of his feelings for his precious daughters. God, you loved that silly man. 

You loved him right up to death’s door and even when you faced the reaper together, hand in hand, you promised to love him right into the afterlife. 

OMG!! Please make a part 2 of Because I Love You! 😭😭😭 it was so saaaaad!!!!!

Because I Still Love You (Part 2 of a Series)

Soshiro was drunk on the memory of you, again. 

Sometimes he resisted you, reminded himself you weren’t his anymore. Other times he failed to properly reprimand himself, allowing himself a moment of reprieve from his sorrows, allowing himself to dream that you were real, that you were beside him, you were singing to him, playing with his hair, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheeks. But all the time, all the time he missed you, all the time he ached for you.

If happiness fell in his lap, he wasn’t sure he’d know how to greet it anymore. His grief was his only companion -though it was less a companion and more a jailmate- and he gave it free reign to torment himself as penance for failing you. Sometimes he dreamed of drowning, of succumbing, of letting his sorrows be silenced at the bottom of some river somewhere. But death was too cheap, too easy, and his debt to you required more recompense. He had once offered you his life, and even though you wouldn’t have him anymore, he intended to make good on that payment. If he couldn’t live his life by your side, he’d at least spend his life atoning. He owed you this much. So he accepted his punishment, he welcomed his suffering. The pain was still more than he deserved because even his agony was a reminder that he’d once had something beautiful. That, even in hell, he’d once had heaven. 

He threw himself into his career, like any tortured soul did, but even his work that had once seemed so gratifying, that had once seemed so fulfilling, suddenly felt void of any purpose, of any meaning, when you weren’t there to give meaning to it. He wondered how he used to survive without you. How could his heart beat if it wasn’t keeping time with yours? How could his lungs swell if they weren’t filling up with your hallowed air? If he wasn’t so completely unable to feel anything else but the throbbing in his chest right now, he might’ve felt guilty that he suddenly wished he could turn back the time and unsave people, unmake every decision he’d ever made, unchoose every choice he’d ever chosen that had led him farther and farther away from you. 

What had he put you through? How consuming was the loneliness? How unloved did you feel? How afraid were you that he might not return? Were you relieved that he stopped returning? Were you thankful for a reason to free yourself from your shackles? Were you happy now that you were free? Were you happy?

He hoped you were happy, but selfishly, he also hoped you’d never be as happy as you were with him. And that, that he felt guilty for. How much had you done for him, how much had you saved him, and he still couldn’t find it in himself to wish you a good life without him. He wished you a content life, he loved you that much. He wished you a fine life. A decent life. A normal life. But he could never wish you a good life, a great life, a blissful life, a wonderful life, not when you weren’t by his side. So the guilt continued to wrack him in waves. 

He didn’t want to be bitter, didn’t want to be someone you’d be disappointed in. But suffering changed a man and he didn’t know who he was without you anymore. He didn’t like who he was without you. He didn’t know if he’d ever liked who he was before you and he certainly didn’t like who he was after you. You brought out the only version of himself that he could be proud of and now that you were gone, pride was a stranger again. Happiness was a stranger. 

He was so far gone, so riddled with depression, so drowned in delusion, that his sanity-deprived mind had started to hallucinate you on his way home. He had dragged his feet to the nearest station and that’s where he found you. You were waiting for a train. As the cool evening air fluttered your coat, he caught a glimpse of the swell underneath your shirt. He had always thought you looked beautiful, but something about being pregnant made you radiant, made you heavenly. He wondered if in this hallucination of his, the baby was his. Would his mind allow him the pleasure of having such a dream? He had thought he was past such desires, he had thought he had let go of such hopes. But there you were, rubbing your belly, and cooing to it as you passed the time, and he never thought you looked more beautiful in your entire life. He took a step towards you and time suddenly rushed forward. A breeze slammed into him as the train sped into view. Before he could take another step, you got on the train and the door began closing. 

“Wait!” He called out to you before he could think better of it. 

You looked up and met his gaze through the glass window. His heart stopped. 

Then he blinked and the train was gone. 

If that was a hallucination, it was the most vivid, most wonderful torment his mind had concocted thus far. Your eyes were still just as beautiful and perfect as the day he’d met you, as perfect as they had been every night he’d gazed into them, and every morning he’d awoke to them. But just like in all his nightmares, you were still too far from his reach. And the pain never ceased.

Weeks later, he was still reeling from the shock of such an intense hallucination, when he saw you again. This time you had no baby bump and his heart sank. He missed the image of you rounded with his love, or what he imagined was his. Now, you were making your way through the park with a package in your arms and he wondered what on earth his mind was picturing you doing this time. Whatever you were doing, you were getting closer and closer to him. He held his breath as he waited for the moment when your ghost would simply pass right through him. But you stopped in front of him and time froze again.

It seemed like you were about to say something to him but then the package in your arms started crying.

Soshiro watched in stunned silence as you comforted your baby. He blinked. Had he not hallucinated your pregnant figure on the train? Was he not hallucinating you now? He reached out to caress your face and sparks shot through him as his skin brushed against yours. 

Without missing a beat, you sighed and leaned into his touch, like you’d forgotten how to be anything else but his. Like you’d forgotten about all this time you’d been away from him. It was second nature, being his. His pull was magnetic and you found yourself drawn into his field, like you were settling yourself right back where you belonged.

It was him who pulled away first, still thinking you a hallucination, still grasping for some semblance of sanity. 

“Soshiro?” You finally spoke and he sucked in a breath at finally hearing your voice after all this time. 

Before you could speak again, he sank down to his knees, his arms wrapping around your calves. “Are you… are you actually here?” He murmured against your legs.

You laughed. “I am, are you okay? I’m a little concerned that you’re asking me something like that.”

He shook his head, tears starting to fill his eyes now. “I coulda swore I was dreaming when I saw you. Was that… was that really you on the train?”

You reached a hand down to pat his head. “It’s really me. Then and now.”

Suddenly he stood up straight again, as if he’d just remembered something, and his gaze finally focused itself on the baby in your arms. 

“Ah. Soshiro, meet Suki.” You positioned the baby so he could get a better look at her snuggled in your arms. 

He choked. “S-Suki…?”

You smiled. It seemed he remembered the name he picked out. 

“Is she…?”

“Yours? Yeah.” You said it so simply, but inside, your heart was raging. Wondering what he’d say. How he’d react. It’d been so long, did he even still love you? Would he love her? Would he want to be part of her life, of your life? Did you want him to be part of your life? You had left for a reason. He wasn’t supposed to know. 

But fate, or maybe muscle memory, kept dragging you to his favorite spots, to the parks he liked, the restaurants he frequented, the train he took home from work. It was like every fiber of your being was begging you to find him, to go back home to him. You could work out all the messy details later, all you needed was him. And nothing was more obvious than that as you watched him press a gentle kiss to Suki’s forehead. 

“God, she looks just like you.” He whispered, breathless. “You’re just as perfect as your mother, aren’t you sweetheart?” He cooed as he gazed fondly at her. 

Your heart skipped a beat. It skipped so many beats you thought it’d just clammer to a stop. Could you dare to dream? Did you dare to ask? 

“Baby…” He murmured, his gaze finding you again as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your cheeks responded to his pet name before the rest of you could. 

He winced as he watched you turn red. “Sorry, am I allowed to call you that? Do you,” He looked around for a moment, “Do you have another man now? Does he take care of you?”

You quickly shook your head, not wanting him to misunderstand you. “I could never love anyone but you, baby,” You eased back into the pet names to reassure him, “It’s always been you.”

He sighed a breath of relief, the repose long overdue. “I’m so sorry I drove you away, I know I can never make it up to you, but dammit, I’ll try. Please let me try, I want to try.”

You shook your head again, resting a hand on his arm. “What do you mean you drove me away? You could never drive me away, not even if you came at me with a wrecking ball. Love, where are you getting these ideas?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “But you… but you left. I wasn’t home. And, and you left. I-I wasn’t enough to… to keep you.”

Your heart sank. Suddenly, the bags under his eyes became all too clear, the paleness of his skin became all too obvious. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed before. You had been so busy focusing on just keeping your breaths even as you took each shaky step towards him, you hadn’t realized he must’ve been holding his breath waiting for you too. He must’ve been suffering as much as you had, if not more. At least you left knowing that he still loved you. But he had to wonder if you’d ever loved him at all. Your own stupidity pained you. Your intentions may have been good but their aftermath was not. 

“You’re more than enough, my love, please don’t ever say that. I’m so sorry I left you. It’s my fault. I wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want to make you choose between the Defense Force or me and the baby, and I didn’t know how to tell you that.”

“But I would’ve picked you baby, everyday, I would’ve picked you. You never have to worry about that,” He insisted, pulling you closer to him and resting his forehead up against yours.

You sighed. “I know you would’ve picked me and that’s the problem. You would have regretted leaving your job and I didn’t want you to regret anything. But now I regret making that choice for you. I regret every second that passed that you weren’t by my side. I missed you. I still miss you.”

“So come home then. Love me now, we’ll figure out the plan later. We always do. But we’ll do it together.”

You nodded repeatedly. “Okay, baby. Okay. Anything for you.”

He took the baby from you, allowing your aching arms a break. 

Then for the first time in the last 9 months, he smiled. 

“Let’s go home, love.”

❥A/n: I lowkey prefer writing Yandere lol, either angst or Yandere is my taste. Anyway, is there anything in my writing that needs improvement? After this fic, I'm going on hiatus for a bit because I need to write a comic for a contest (wish me luck!).

❥Part: 1 2 (ur here)

❥Summary: it seems your childhood friend isn't who he appears to be. What now?

❥Warning: YANDERE, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NONCON, 18+, questionable actions, (probably more).

The darkness filled the room, you don't remember your room being this dark. Your head hurts, both hurt and dizzy. With hands moving around looking for your phone, you realize this isn't your room, the furniture is familiar but the texture of it proves otherwise. You waited a bit for your eyes to get used to the dark then move to turn on the light. "Ugh, that is uncomfortable."

You look around to see a room that is familiar to your room on the base, with identical decorations. thud...thud...thud. You walk to the door, this place is weird, something feels so wrong and you can't recall how you got here. Click...click...click. Nice, the door is locked, someone is either playing a prank on you or someone messed up has kidnapped you.

Theories start popping up in your head, could this be the stalker? If this is a prank, who can pull it off? It's totally not Soshiro. Before you can continue your deduction on this puzzle that caught you, the answer finally presents itself to you. Click. The door opens, and your eyes move to see it's Soshiro.

"Ah, Soshiro, is this some kind of prank? Didn't know you would pull this type of prank-" You spoke but Soshiro put his index finger on your lips with a shh, you were thinking how arrogant that was but Soshiro started speaking.

"I know you're a little confused, but wifey, this isn't a prank!"

"wifey? Soshiro, please explain! What's happening here?"

You said, confusion and fear filling your eyes, Soshiro could see how afraid are you, in fact, he saw through your mind. His lips form a smirk, and his eyes open to create a threatening stare. Soshiro moves his face closer to yours.

"Well, I have been in love with you for quite a long time. No. That won't convert how much I love you. My heart is yours. Might as well take it out and gift it to you."

He said softly, his hand caressing your cheeks, you look into his eyes with fear, you don't know what to do now. You could feel Soshiro's slow breaths on your skin, his eyes tracing down every inch of you. You want to say something but Soshiro continues.

"You see, being a soldier mean that there are risks, risks of you getting harmed, risks of you getting in a coma, worst case scenarios, you die. And I can't stand that chance."

Soshiro said, before you could protest, he held you close. His arm wraps around you possessively, he might hug you a little too tight but you can't push him away. Seem like you have to try to talk him out of it, so you return the hug, a hand rub the back of his head. You lay your head on his shoulder as you spoke.

"You know Soshiro, I fight so I can protect people, so I can protect you. Even if you're afraid that something might happen to me, I still have to fight. Don't worry I promise you I will be fine."

Your soft voice is like a lullaby to him, it made him calm down and want to drown himself in you more but deep down he can't stand you getting hurt, stand you leaving him for any reason. To Soshiro, locking you down to him and pampering you up is the only solution to his obsession. Just your promise isn't enough, Soshiro is a man who fights a lot of kaiju himself, he prefers the steady and logical plan even if it is unethical, even if it means trapping you to him forever.

"Oh my wifey, my angel, that won't cut it. In fact, I wasn't even thinking about changing my mind. I love you and keep you here, end of the story. "

Soshiro purrs in a low voice, he easily pushes you down the bed and pins you. His hands move to your thigh and squeeze it a little, Soshiro is now moving your legs to wrap around his hip, eyes looking at your sad face as you realize he won't change his mind. Tears start forming on your cheeks and Soshiro swears he could forever get lost in you. Before you could say anything to reject him, Soshiro kissed you on the lip and then pushed his tongue inside.

"Aw, you're so cute, I love you, I'm never letting you go!" He claims boldly, as he moves his hand to remove your clothes, you struggle and try to attack him but it's Soshiro, he is like a different breed that easily overpowers you. "Soshiro- stop-!" you cried out only to be silent by another kiss, Soshiro got impatient and ripped the rest of your clothes in return. "You either could be a good girl and accept this or ... I could fuck you so hard you can't leave the bed for 3 days. I've waited so long for this, I promise, after this, I will pamper you with love. So do not struggle."

Soshiro coos as he kisses you again, his hand moving to your tit and playing with it, his other hand moving down to your wet cunt and fingering it. You tried to hide your moan but Soshiro's finger immediately found your g spot and attacked it making you moan into his ear. Just like sweet music to him, he enjoys making you moan more and more.

After your release, he kisses you.

"I hope you don't think this is enough."

Biggest Fan

Summary: Just as Mina inspired and motivated others to join the force, you were that person for Hoshina. Although you weren’t as popular as her, Hoshina still thought you shined the brightest.

@imthecosmicbasball thank you for the request! I accidentally posted the draft responding to your request before it was ready so I deleted it and lost the ask message. But reader is a sword user like Mitsuri from demon slayer (ahh I love her too!).

Tagslist: @alwaysalilconfused

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Hoshina joined the defense force for many reasons. To prove himself. To stick it to his brother. To help the greater good.

Of course, these were the answers he’d say if someone were to ask him. The answers he’d say out loud with a light and easy tone. But deep down there was a different answer that he kept only to himself. There was something else that made him join. Someone else.

Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he could still remember that day clearly. The roaring sounds of kaijus surrounding him. The overbearing scent of ash and rubble. The bitter frustration that he was going to die before even getting the chance to join the defense force.

He had never felt so helpless and angry at the world that day.

But that wasn't all he remembered. No, he also remembers the strong gaze, the reassuring voice, and most of all, the long sword in your hands.

Not a gun.

But a sword that looked and moved like a ribbon.

“You alright there?” he heard you ask him as you held out your hand to him. At that moment, the buzzing in his ears stopped along with the sounds of the kaijus. His survival instincts told him to check if they were dead, but for some reason, just from being with you, he knew he was safe. He felt it.

At your question, he nodded his head, but his throat was too dry to say anything. "Good, help is on the way. Stay here," you ordered before jumping back into the fray.

The way you fought could be mistaken for dancing. Nothing about you made sense. The almost unnatural strength that exuded from you. The way your steel blade moved like a whip.

You were beautiful. 

Secretly, seeing you made him think he could do it. That he could still make it as a sword user despite what everyone told him.

So he kept you in his heart after that day.

When he finally became an officer, he found out you were a platoon leader in a different division. Despite feeling a bit sullen, his admiration for you never faltered. He tried to look up any videos of you or any information about you on the internet, but it always turned up empty. He thought you would be more popular, but the attention was all on Mina Ashiro, the rising star and the force’s most promising officer. She had garnered quite the fan base, and Hoshina couldn’t help but be impressed.

But still, even if there was no one out there, he’d still be your fan.

That was years ago, and now you were a captain just like Ashiro. Revered and admired, you became a dependable figure for your division even if Captain Ashiro and Captain Narumi remained the stars of the defense force. So, when Mina had to go on business to headquarters for a week, you were chosen to fill her spot. As your division was close to the Third Division, you were assigned to oversee the third division just to make sure everything stayed in order.

Before you arrived, he promised himself that he wouldn't get starstruck. Yet, as you walked into the room, he knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. You were as beautiful as the day he met you. A little more hardened but also a little more confident. Your years of experience showed in the way you carried yourself, and you wore your scars like a badge of honour. Your strong gaze added an air of allure, and he couldn't be bothered to be less obvious about staring. 

You stood at the front of the room, hands rested on the podium. "Starting from today, I will be acting as Captain of the Third Division until Captain Ashiro returns. If needed, please defer your problems to your Vice Captain before reaching out to me."

Your speech was curt and you wasted no time before dismissing everyone and exiting the room yourself. Had Hoshina not immediately chased after you, he might have lost you.

“Captain l/n, it is an honour to meet you.” Hoshina introduced himself, holding out his hand towards you.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before you returned his gesture. “No need to be so formal. I look forward to working with you, Vice-Captain."

He nearly huffed out a laugh at your own stiffness and formality but decided against it.

“Alrighty, Captain. Whatever you say,” Hoshina grinned. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked around the hallway to see that everyone had dispersed.

“I’m actually a big fan of yours,” Hoshina admitted out loud for the first time.

Taken aback by his declaration, "uh, thanks?" was the awkward response that unceremoniously fell out of your mouth. A slight blush covered your face and neck as your eyes focused on anything but the man standing in front of you.

Your reaction revealed to Hoshina two things. One: you were not used to receiving this kind of praise before, which saddens Hoshina to no end, and two: Hoshina liked seeing you blush.

Despite how tough you looked; You were surprisingly shy when it came to compliments. A bit embarrassed, too. Scratch that a lot.

Who would Hoshina be if he did nothing with this information?  

This time, Hoshina did let a small chuckle escape. “Would you like a tour of the base?”

Your eyes shifted to his for a bit before you responded, “yes, that would be nice.”

Despite making sure to turn his charms all the way up, you were mainly stoic for the most part. You kept your commentary and questions to a minimum—choosing to follow him quietly. But your eyes did have a kind of sparkle to them when he said something funny, and your small smiles that would slip through made him irrationally happy.  

The contrast between you on vs. off the field wasn't something he expected. Yet, he found it strangely endearing. You weren't as perfect as he thought, and that somehow made you even better in his eyes.

When he dropped you back at your temporary office, he couldn’t help but speak about his discoveries.

"Captain, I never knew you were so awkward."

"I, uh, don't know how to respond to that."

"It's really cute," he remarked before leaving you alone in your office.

"... what just happened."

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Hoshina thought that the relationship that was developing between the two of you was going great. Others, however, would say your interactions looked more like that of a haggard but nervous cat and an energetic puppy.

“Hey, Cap’, where ya going? Come eat with me.”

“…”

“Hey, hey don't be awkward around me, Cap’. I'll get hurt.”

“…”

“Captain, I can't wait to go on a mission with you.”

You let out a tired breath. “You know most people dread going on missions.”

Grinning from ear to ear at your response, Hoshina continued. “I just want to see you in action again.”

“Right...Okay,” you responded hesitantly, unsure how to handle the situation. “Is this how Mina feels with all her fangirls,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.”

What’s worse was that Hoshina’s enthusiasm seemed to rub off onto the rest of the division.

“Captain, please spar with me!”

“After Kafka I would also like to spar!”

“Captain, how do you sheathe your sword?”

“Captain!”

“Why is everyone in the third division so weird?” You huffed to yourself but nonetheless accepted their requests and answered their questions.

It wasn't that you minded the attention. You just weren't used to it. You were used to simple greetings from your officers and the occasional 'how are yous.' Your division only talked to you when necessary, and you were happy with the arrangement.

(Your division actually loves you, but they know you're socially awkward, so they try to make you comfortable by limiting their interactions. Which, although well-intended, has not helped you develop your social skills at all. In fact, it has only enabled you to be more reclusive.)

Ever since you came to the third division, however, it has been a completely different story. They seemed to have made it their life mission to torment to know everything about you before you left. They didn't know when to leave you alone, and you were so close to just locking yourself in a closet somewhere to get some peace and quiet.

"Ah, it looks like you managed to escape to your office. Mind if I join you?"

You looked up from your office to see Hoshina already closing the door behind him.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"Is there something you needed?"

"Nah, just wanted to hang out with you."

"Right...for like...fun?"

"Pffft, yea, I guess you can say that. You're leaving soon, so I'm just getting my fill."

It takes everything in you not to drop your jaw in disbelief at his statement. Hoshina has been tormentor no.1 since you've arrived. Sticking to your side like glue, he's been the most adamant at getting his moneys worth with your temporary placement.

Despite all of this, however, you surprisingly didn't really mind his presence.

"None of you guys seem to realize I'm only here to act as a shadow and oversee things." You said re-reading a report to busy yourself. "You'll gain nothing from sucking up to me."

"Eh? I don't think anyone's trynna suck up to you," Hoshina responded, plopping down onto the chair in front of your desk. "Everyone just thinks you're cool, and they just want to tell you that." They also probably enjoy seeing how flustered you get, but that's a thought Hoshina kept to himself.

"I don't need praise or recognition." You rebutted, embarrassed.

"Maybe, but it's nice, isn't it?"

"Hmm." You contemplated his words for a moment. It's true that the constant praises, questions, and attention made your head spin, yet they weren't all that bad. "I suppose."

The silence that settled in the room after your statement made you uneasy. Sneaking a glance at him, he appeared to be lost in thought or something as he stared up at the ceiling. Your own Vice Captain always commented on how socially awkward you were and how you were never able to understand social cues. Was this one of those moments? Was he remaining silent because he was waiting for you to say something? The silence was eating at you so you just said the first thing that came to your mind.

"Would... you also like some praise?"

Kill me now, you thought to yourself as Hoshina only stared at you in response. You should've just stayed silent. The third division's chatty attitude had infected you, and you were gonna kill your Vice Captain for-

Hoshina bursted out laughing, clutching his stomach with his arms. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I might faint if you praise me," he managed to say between laughs.

What does that even mean?

"Right..." You leaned back against your chair, shoulders less tensed now that the room was filled with the sounds of his laughter. It wasn't a bad sound.

Resting his head on his hand, he stared at you intently. "From all the videos and photos of you on the field, I would've never known how socially awkward you were."

"Thanks," you responded flatly. You raised the report to cover your face which was definitely sulking.

"Makes me want to know what else there is to ya." Leaning over the desk, he gently lowers the report and you're forced to look at him. "Go out with me?"

Yeah...everyone in the third division is weird, alright.

Girl, Hoshina shoving a bullet vibrator in you before sending you out to train with the other officers—a training which he ensured he will be leading just so he can watch you squirm at every movement

Hello, it's me, your horny dealer- back again with another supply of NSFW.

Soshiro loved making you feel things.

Whether he was watching your cheerful smile when he brought you coffee every morning, watching your fascination build as he explained the synopsis of a new book, or even just watching you jump a foot in the air when he burst out from his hiding spot to surprise you, he loved that he could make you experience almost anything on the wide spectrum of feelings (though he'd never make you sad).

And lately, he'd gotten it into his head that he was going to make you feel the best orgasm of your entire life. Even after he'd fucked all three of your holes back to back and left you panting and squirming in his bed, he still wasn't satisfied. Then he got the bright idea to bring toys into the mix. You, however, were unaware of his schemes.

You thought it was just another normal day of you and the Vice Captain trying to slip another private session in before your duties took priority. He liked to grab you when you least expected it, taking advantage of any and every spare moment he had. He wanted to introduce you to his parents? He’d fuck you in the bathroom in the middle of dinner with them. He had an important business meeting with the generals? He’d fuck you on the very conference table he’d be joining them at in half an hour. Okonogi restricted him to his desk to finish his paperwork? He’d fuck your mouth under the desk, even when she’d periodically pop her head into his office to make sure he was working. He’d grin at her, say he was getting along just fine and shoo her off. You’d snort. Getting along well with your mouth maybe, his paperwork remained untouched. She almost killed him for it later when she found out he hadn’t done a single thing that day. “What were you doing all those times I checked up on you???” to which he replied with a cheeky, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” You slapped him on the arm, you didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut. 

So today, right as you were supposed to be meeting up with the other officers for another training session, you weren’t surprised in the slightest when Soshiro yanked you into the locker room for some alone time. 

One of the things you were most impressed about with Soshiro was his sense of control. If you didn’t have the time, he’d have you both coming in under a minute. If you had the time, he could go all day and all night. So when he slammed you up against the lockers, devouring your lips with reckless abandon, you were sure that he could finish what he started in a timely manner. 

You let yourself melt into his touch. 

It was obvious that he knew every inch of you, every little thing that made you shiver and moan, because he had his hand already stroking at the sensitive spot on your back, his teeth acquainting themselves with your neck. You didn’t even care that this was a shared locker room- the threat of someone walking in at any time made you even wetter, made you even more eager to fuck him. 

You were disappointed when you realized he had no intention to fuck you, at least not right then. He wasn’t completely cruel, he did allow you the pleasure of his fingers. His tongue claimed your tongue as his fingers explored your cunt. He only pulled away from your lips long enough to whisper the filthiest obscenities to you before nipping at your ear and plunging his fingers back into your now aggressively dripping pussy. He thumbed at your clit lazily, but he knew he wasn’t about to get you off just yet. 

As the time ticked by, and your phone began buzzing in your pocket with reminders of your training session and probably messages from your fellow officers wondering where you were, you finally came to the conclusion yourself that he wasn’t going to let you finish. He was good with time, if he wanted to, you would’ve been coming on his fingers, coming in his mouth, coming on his cock in no time at all. But for some damn reason, today of all days, he was not permitting you the satisfaction of a release. You knew it probably had something to do with his most recent obsession of wanting to coax the most mind blowing orgasm from you that the world had ever known, but you didn’t know how that worked when you weren’t, in fact, orgasming. 

You cursed the bastard as you began pulling your clothes back on, eager to get out to the field where the other officers were now running laps. 

He tsked and waved a finger at you, “Not done with you yet, darlin.”

You scoffed, quickly growing more annoyed. “Yeah, it seems like you’re never going to be done.”

He smirked as he got on his knees.

You sucked in a breath, unsure as to why he was only now getting down there. Was this it? Would he drag a release from your cunt with his tongue? Would he swallow down your arousal?

The jerk simply pulled a vibrator from his pocket, and upon seeing the sight, all your hopes of orgasming into his mouth dissipated. Before you could even be properly shocked that he had a vibrator, having never felt the need to use a toy before, claiming that his skill alone was enough, he jammed it up your gaping hole.

You gasped and fell back against the lockers with a thud. You had already started to sweat. You weren’t sure what setting he had it turned to, but it felt like it had to be maxed out. You crossed your legs to avoid coming, you refused to orgasm until his cock had replaced this stupid thing. 

He simply watched you, amused.

Your face began to flush and your breaths were labored. Every inhale and exhale felt like they might send you over the edge, having been overly sensitized by this torture device in between your legs. He helped pull your underwear and your pants back on, though your lust made quick work of soaking them through upon contact. 

You were unsure why he was being so dastardly today, but you didn’t have time to ask because he had already dragged you out to the field before you knew it. You didn’t even remember trailing behind him, you just remember the sweet pleasure clouding your mind in a deliciously dizzying haze. When you finally snapped to attention, you found you had been thrown into the training session with the other officers. Your gaze found the Vice Captain’s- the son of a bitch was smug as fuck. You scowled and turned away from him, trying to focus on the training at hand rather than the pulsing in your pants. 

Iharu threw a punch at you and you ducked, the movement sending a searing blaze of heat through you. You shivered as you ducked again, trying to ignore the fire that was building in your core. Then you decided you were sick of being on the defensive, feeling the desperate need to punch something (unfortunately with Soshiro being the Vice Captain and the overseer of this training, he was out of the running, though you vowed you’d get him back for this later) so you attacked full force and caught Iharu off guard. He was down for the count, and for a minute, the horny subsided, replaced by a brief moment of sympathy. That punch had been meant for the Vice Captain, you were truly sorry you’d let Iharu take the brunt of it. 

Ichikawa was next, and you swore you’d be more gentle with him. You had him on his stomach in a matter of minutes, straddling him with his arms pinned behind his back. The sensation of being on top of someone caused your arousal to spread and you just hoped you weren’t dripping all over him. Soshiro caught wind of it and rushed to replace Ichikawa with another sparring partner.

By the time you got to Haruichi, every limb in your body was aching. Not from the training, but from doing your damnedest to hold back the flood of lustful fervor that was rapidly consuming your body. You were a whimpering, blubbering, sweltering mess by the time Haruichi had you for his partner. The poor guy probably just wanted a decent fight and you weren’t sure you could give him one. You collapsed on his chest, mid battle, moaning, “Haruuuiiichiii….” 

The strangled noise caught Soshiro’s attention and he immediately yanked you off of Haruichi. When he had the idea to shove a vibrator up your greedy cunt before sending you out to train, he didn’t consider the possibility that maybe you’d come with some other man’s name on your lips. It pissed him the fuck off. 

He threw you over his shoulder, announcing to the other officers that he was taking you to the infirmary and that they should continue without him, before charging off with you. As you jostled around in his grip, the vibrator adjusted itself more closely to your core, causing squeaks to scrape their way out of your throat. He reached his office, locked the door, and then slammed you down on his desk. 

Before you could even wince at the pain, he already had your garments on the floor, and was wrenching the vibrator out of you, grumbling that only he was allowed to make you come. 

“N-not… your… b-best idea…” You groaned as you adjusted to the sudden loss of pressure in between your legs after enduring an hour of its torment. 

“Yeah, I fucking noticed.” He growled, yanking you towards him and settling you on the edge of the desk.

You wanted to come up with a witty reply, some sort of snarky remark to rub his regret in his face, to make him atone for the hell (and heaven) he had put you through, but the sight of him jerking his dick free from his pants silenced you. 

His erection was harder than you’d ever seen before, veins bulging with renewed purpose. His precum was guzzling out of him, like it was eager to get started, and you couldn’t agree more. 

“No more teasing. No more foreplay. I can’t take another second without burying myself in that desperate little pussy of yours. You only cum for me, got that, ya brat?”

And with that, he shoved his full length in you, selfishly claiming your cavernous depths with his swollen cock. Your sweet slick intermingled with his, properly coating your clenching walls as he pumped into you with frenzied energy. 

“Can’t. Believe. You. Almost. Came. To. Haruichi.” With every angered word, he thrust into you deeper and deeper, wanting to pound his punishment into you. 

You arched your head back, whimpering and weeping, as he continued his assault on your pussy. Your pussy that had already long been made sensitive from his toy. You couldn’t even tell what was pain and what was pleasure anymore, you were so overwhelmed with the searing sensations that were licking at your shivering walls. 

“I c-can’t… p-please, baby… I can’t…take it anymore. Let me finish.” You begged.

He groaned at your words. “Then do it. Come for me. Scream my name. Show this base who you belong to.”

He began aggressively thumbing at your clit as he kept ramming himself into your cunt.

Your vision went white as the most blissful euphoria exploded in your core, then spread through your body, claiming every nerve ending. You shuddered against him as you moaned his name over and over again, your pussy convulsing around him as it attempted its recovery. 

His orgasm followed shortly after, gushing into you like he was trying to flood you with all his desire. 

“That was the best orgasm of my entire life. Let’s never do that again.” You gasped out weakly. 

He chuckled as he collapsed on your chest, his dick still pulsing inside you. “Didn’t I say I didn’t need toys?”

“You most definitely do not.”

what abt a soshiro and a babyshiro req ❓babyshiro is almost the carbon copy of soshiro but the kid always has that serious/brooding resting face that he always contrasts soshiro's own smiley face with,,,, n then sometimes babyshiro would wander off and watch the officers train but the officers always like shiver when they sense babyshiro's ominous aura observing them (the kid just has a permanent intimidating pout)

When you first saw a picture of Soshiro as a kid, you were overwhelmed by just how adorable he was and you vowed to him that when you had his baby, they would look exactly like him. He just laughed and shook his head at you, saying you couldn't control what they looked like, and what if he wanted them to look more like you instead? But you stood firm in your statement- you wanted, no, you needed a little baby Soshiro running around your house, his little bowlcut flopping around as he played, his purple eyes peeking out from underneath his tired lids. 

And when you finally did have your first kid and he was the exact carbon copy of your husband, Soshiro then assumed you had some sort of otherworldly power to manifest your desires with such accuracy. You let him continue to think you were a god, it made things easier. It helped that your predictions were almost always correct as well. Soshiro had started taking your side on almost everything, after seeing firsthand how the universe just seemed to bend to your will, and when people disagreed with you, he’d quickly shut them down, whispering that you’d curse their family for generations if they didn’t shut up. He made you laugh. 

And your kid was just like him, always seeking out ways to make you laugh, to make you smile. If he said something silly and you giggled, he’d repeat it over and over to elicit the same reaction. If he did something cute and you fawned over him, he’d continue doing it, continue soaking up your adoration. 

Soshiro was both pouty and proud about it. He wanted your attention too, but he was impressed that someone so young had already figured out the secret to keeping you happy. He felt like if he ever passed too soon, his son would take good care of his mom. So he let him have your attention, he let him learn how best to love you.

In fact, you and your husband were the only people your son actively showered with love. He was worse at showing it to anyone else. He had such a severe case of resting bitch face around everybody else that rumors started going around that you, with your supernatural powers, had birthed a demon of some sort. Because if anyone were to have given him these genetics, it wouldn’t have been smiley Soshiro, it would’ve been you. You were downright intimidating sometimes, and it seemed your child had already perfected that same art of intimidation at such a young age. 

Now, every time you looked at your baby boy, he was the picture perfect angel, grinning just like his daddy did. But everyday your husband would bring you a new story about what your “perfect baby boy” did to scare the shit out of someone today, and it cracked Soshiro up to no end, he’d say “Our kiddo is a real comedian.”

Apparently Iharu had gotten called to the Captain’s office while he was mid bathroom break and he had zipped up his pants as quickly as he could, almost tripping over his own feet trying to exit the bathroom and your baby had blocked the door. Iharu scratched his head, perspiring a little at the sight of what looked like a scowl, before finally trying to appease the kid.

“Um. Hey buddy. Hey little man. Mind moving out of the way for me?”

He didn’t budge. He simply pointed to the sink. “Wash.” He demanded.

Iharu lifted an eyebrow and turned to peer at the sink. Wash? He looked back at the kid, a puzzled look on his face. Did your kid expect him to help him wash his hands? He didn’t have time for this, the Captain needed him. 

“Uh, sorry friend, maybe your dad can help you. Is he around?”

And then came the infamous eye roll that he had seen you do a million times whenever Soshiro teased you. Iharu thought your kid did the eye roll better than you, he was infinitely more terrified now.

 “You. No. Wash. You. Wash. Now.”

Iharu almost peed his pants again as he realized what the kid was saying. He forgot to wash his hands. The kid was blockading the door all because he forgot to clean up after himself. Iharu shivered as he washed his hands, imagining the consequences if he’d done something worse than forgetting to wash his hands. Your kid was pretty damn frightening.

And it turned out that Soshiro was just around the corner, clutching his sides, chuckling to himself. When he saw Iharu stumble out of the restroom looking like he’d seen a ghost, Soshiro simply said, “Bet you won’t forget to do that again,” before wiping tears from his eyes and then patting his kid on the head to reward him for good behavior. 

Even Kaguragi, big and strong as he was, fell victim to the mini-you. Your son had wandered into the training room where Kaguragi was lifting weights and for a minute, he just watched him. It was enough to get Kaguragi sweating, but if anyone asked, he could blame it on the workout. Then your kid strolled over to him and pointed to the weights, saying “More.”

So Kaguragi added another weight to his set, though unsure why he was listening to a child. He did a couple reps before your kid, again, repeated “More.” He wanted to tell your kid that he was being ridiculous, that he was already lifting way more than he usually did, but one look at his face froze him in place. He nodded his head compliantly. “More it is, little guy.” And he kept adding more and more, at your kid’s instruction, until he was about to collapse. Soshiro laughed so hard he had to run to the bathroom, where he ran into Iharu again, gave him shit about washing his hands again, and then relieved himself. 

The women were not immune to your son’s cold stare either, as proven by Shinomiya’s standoff with him. She had heard the rumors and she had scoffed at them, saying it was ridiculous for anyone to be afraid of a child and that they should be sorry to call themselves Defense Force officers. She had even marched around the base, looking for the child, so she could prove her grit. She found Soshiro holding his hand as they went for a walk and she knelt down to take a look at the little guy. 

“Aww, hi cutie! Are you taking a walk with your daddy? Everyone says you’re so scary, but you’re just a little sweetie pie, aren’t you?” 

His icy gaze pierced her soul as he spoke, “Where’s your daddy? No daddy?”

Shinomiya ran away crying. 

You did apologize to Shinomiya for the incident, setting down a large bouquet of her favorite flowers on her nightstand before leaving her to sulk in bed the rest of the day. And you were actually sorry for her, but unfortunately, you and Soshiro were also slightly amused. It was an entertaining notion that your son could take down even the great Shinomiya, and especially after she talked such a big game.

“What a tough guy you are, baby boy.” You kissed him on the head and he smiled the most darling smile. You returned home with him on your hip and Soshiro at your side. 

So now you were the unstoppable trio. And everyone knew it.

Hey, Melon!~ I hope this week has been good to you & that this weekend will be better!! For your wbk prompt event, I was curious if you’d be able to write something for 5. + Suo? 👀💜

Ix, my love, I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for being patient. Here it is! Kind of possessive Suo teehee

You had been having a good time—on the rooftop with friends, dancing to the music as the bass pumped through the speakers that Hiragi had set up for this little party. Much too preoccupied with laughing and vibing with your friends, you don’t even notice the man looking at you from the other side of the makeshift dance floor. He isn’t anywhere near your radar as you hold your arms up and move your hips to the beat.

It isn’t until a familiar arm loops around you, heavy and possessive as it tugs you to him.

“Do you have any idea how many sets of eyes are on you right now?” Suo asks, tone easygoing as always. All it takes it one glance at his visible eye to prove he’s anything but.

“What are you talking about?”

“Look around,” he tells you, and you do, suddenly aware of the party-goers who quickly look anywhere but you.

“I was just dancing,” you say, turning and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders. “You should dance with me!”

He hums, lips turning up at the corners as one of his hands runs down your spine to settle just above your ass.

“How about we dance somewhere else?”

Somewhere else ends up being one of the many abandoned classrooms, and dancing ends up being bent over a desk with your skirt hiked up.

Suo pounds into you in deep, practiced movements, his cock hitting that spot inside of you and making you cry out for him.

“Don’t let anyone look at that, understand?”

When you don’t answer immediately, Suo wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you upright, holding your back to his chest and repeating himself, “don’t let anyone—” his hips keep snapping, thick cock dragging against your doughy walls— “look at you…”

He slows suddenly, the grip on your neck loosening, thrusts slowing into something more languid but just as deep.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You nod, a high pitched whine pushed from your chest when he picks up his previous brutal rhythm. His other hand dives between your legs to rub your clit, making you clench and spasm around him.

“Cum for me, then,” he huffs, nipping at the shell of your ear, “just for me.”

LOUD AND CLEAR ⋆✦⋆ hoshina soshiro

synopsis ➸ director shinomiya enforced a strict no-fraternization rule after losing his wife. when your secret relationship with hoshina is exposed by a careless recording, hoshina ensures the entire division hears what you both are up to behind closed doors.

tags ➸ semi-public sex, non-con recording, unprotected sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, mentions of marriage, dry humping, fingering, nipple play, mentions of exhibitionism, manhandling, kinda sappy

wc ➸ 5.3k

The thin mattress creaked softly as you shifted amidst the tangle of sheets, basking in the delicious warmth radiating from Hoshina's powerful frame. He lay curled around you possessively, every sinewy muscle seeming to throb with lingering satisfaction. One large palm stroked idle patterns along the dip of your waist in a touch both reverent and blazing with possession.

"That was intense, even for us," Hoshina rasped after a weighted stretch of blissful silence, deep voice gone gravel-rough from lovemaking in a way that sparked an answering flicker low in your belly despite your thoroughly ravaged state.

You hummed in response, snuggling deeper into the scorching vee of his body while fighting a tremor at the vivid memories of what had transpired scant moments ago. Of Hoshina pinning you to the very mattress you now lay sated upon, powerful thighs braced and hips rolling in slick, purposeful undulations that seemed to rob the breath from your very lungs. Of the sheets now tangled haphazardly around your ankles being desperately fisted in your hands as he took you from behind.

A shudder wracked your spine as the heady sensations washed over you, making you tremble helplessly as the evidence of his passion dripped down your thighs. The air still reeked of sex and sweat and Hoshina's unique scent, a dizzying combination that threatened to pull you under all over again.

"I hope you're not complaining," you teased breathily once you regained your equilibrium, subtly arching your back until your ample curves moulded more snugly against the grooved planes of Hoshina's abdomen.

He growled low in his chest at the blatant provocation, callused fingers flexing meaningfully against your waist before skating up your side to palm a generous handful of your breast. You inhaled shakily at his rough possession, nipple pebbling traitorously against his calloused palm as arousal licked insistently through your core.

"You know damn well I'd never complain about having you come apart on my cock looking like a goddamn dream," Hoshina husked with dark, velvet promise. You squirmed instinctively, feeling a fresh bloom of slick yearning unfurling between your bodies at the filthy endearment.

"Mmm, keep talking like that and we'll be ready for round four in no time," you forced out in what you hoped was a teasing lilt, struggling not to simply rut shamelessly against the rigid bulge you could feel stirring between the cleft of your ass.

Hoshina merely chuckled - a deep, throaty sound that rumbled through your very marrow and made your skin break out in goosebumps of renewed need. His free hand snaked up to grasp your chin with gentle insistence, tilting your head until the full weight of his piercing stare seared across your bared features.

"You say that like you aren't always desperate to have me make a mess out of you again, gorgeous," he murmured, the rasping baritone spiking your pulse as his thumb traced the swollen swell of your lower lip. "Like your greedy little body doesn't spend every second aching for me to give it exactly what it craves most."

His hand released your jaw to drift downward tantalizingly slowly, mapping out each dip and swell of your curves until it settled against the throbbing junction of your thighs. You jolted at the sudden sensation, equal parts shock and molten arousal leaving you breathless as Hoshina began massaging your aching folds with exquisite pressure.

"Case in point," he growled with undisguised satisfaction, rubbing firm circles onto your swollen clit that had you arching helplessly into his hand and whimpering. "All slick and swollen and begging prettily for my attention again already, aren't you sweetheart?"

You wanted to retort, to taunt and match his escalating ardor with one of your own quippy rejoinders as foreplay. But all that escaped your parted lips were shameless mewls of growing desire, sparks of white-hot rapture lancing through you with every torturous stroke of Hoshina's skilled fingers.

Seeming to sense your unraveling entirely, Hoshina wasted no time coaxing you onto your back and blanketing you fully with his weight. His free palm braced beside your flushed cheek as he loomed over you, soft tresses of his bangs slipping across his brow in a curtain of intimate shadows that made your lungs stall.

"Let me hear just how much that pretty mouth wants my cock inside it again," he rasped, voice pitched low and dripping with blatant invitation. The hand working deft magic between your splayed thighs redoubled its efforts until your head thrashed deliriously against the sheets. "Don't hold back now, gorgeous. No need for discretion with the sounds I'm about to coax from this perfect fucking body..."

With that heated promise, Hoshina ducked his head towards the exposed column of your throat, tongue tracing searing patterns amidst the scattered love bites already purpling the sensitive flesh. You quaked beneath his undivided ardor, torn between yielding utterly and inflaming him further with your most obscene reactions.

Eventually, desire won out over remaining shreds of restraint. Within moments, the dingy apartment room echoed with the unmistakable sounds of your escalating rapture - husky cries and breathy keens of want intermingling with Hoshina's graveled rumbles of dark delight. Neither of you knew nor cared if anyone overheard your incendiary reunion.

You only focused on each delirious slide of Hoshina's calloused palm between your thighs, his scorching mouth branding seemingly every inch of available flesh. On the exquisite pressure steadily coiling your pleasure into an inferno of need spiraling tighter and tighter with each passing instant.

You stifled a yawn as you entered the operations room, nodding a greeting towards Okonogi hunched over the main console. Your friend glanced up with a distracted smile before returning her focus to the display, fingers tapping rapidly across the controls.

"Burning the midnight oil again?" you teased lightly, settling into the chair beside her and snagging a steaming mug of coffee. "What's got your panties all in a twist this time?"

Okonogi made a non-committal sound, worrying her lower lip in a way that immediately piqued your suspicion. You studied her profile more intently, taking in the furrowed brow and tight lines framing her mouth. Something was definitely eating at your usually collected comrade.

"Okay, spill it," you prodded after taking a fortifying sip. "What's going on?"

She shot you a sidelong glance, gaze flickering over your features almost scrutinizingly before seeming to make up her mind. Straightening, Okonogi turned bodily towards you with an inscrutable expression.

"You know I care about you, right?" She began without preamble, the solemn lilt to her voice raising your hackles further. "Like, you're one of my closest friends in this whole messed up gig we call life."

You arched one brow quizzically but remained silent, sensing she had more to unpack. Okonogi exhaled heavily, dark eyes searching yours with surprising intensity.

"Which is why I'm seriously hoping this is all just some misunderstanding or cruel prank or...something," she continued haltingly. "But I came across something this morning that, well...I just can't shake how messed up it is."

"Okonogi, you're kinda freaking me out here," you interrupted when she trailed off again, stomach clenching with instinctive unease. "Did you uncover some new kaiju threat or something?"

She shook her head tightly, mouth settling into a grim line. "Not exactly. Look, I don't know how else to say this other than to just..." Trailing off, she tapped a few quick controls, dismissing the tactical displays in favor of an unremarkable audio file queue. "I got sent this anonymous upload from one of the rookie idiots. Just...just listen."

With that ominous forewarning, Okonogi hit the playback and hastily maximized the volume. For several beats, only muffled ambient noise filtered through the small speaker before an unmistakable feminine cry of pleasure cut like a knife. Your eyes went wide as the sound of rhythmic creaking and muted gasps of pleasure filtered into clarity.

Then, just as you began to wonder if Okonogi was truly messing with you, a guttural moan of "...fuck, Soshiro, yes!" rent the relative quiet in a devastatingly familiar tone.

Air rushed from your lungs in a harsh exhalation as your worst fears solidified into mortifying reality. You stared at Okonogi in stunned silence, scarcely registering her hasty smothering of the recording as she gauged your reaction with obvious trepidation.

"So, uh..." she began delicately after a protracted pause. "I'm guessing based on your expression that my hunch of who that gorgeous voice belongs to was dead on?"

You opened and closed your mouth uselessly as a hot flush of combined arousal and dismay lanced through you. Of course someone would eventually catch wind of your and Hoshina's more...intimate trysts away from the scrutiny of the Defense Force's regulations. But to have undeniable proof of those passions so brazenly outed unfolded a whole new level of complication.

Sensing you were still processing, Okonogi continued in a measured tone clearly aimed at putting you at ease. "Hey, you know I'm not gonna go blabbing or trying to cause trouble between you and the Vice-Captain, right? I just...I heard that clip and had to confirm it was real before doing anything else."

Your lips felt numb as you fought down the mortification still scorching across your features. "How...how many others have heard that?" You croaked out at last, heart thundering against your ribs.

Okonogi's expression softened infinitesimally. "From what I gathered, it's still contained to just me and the rookie team that intercepted the file initially. But you know how quickly gossip spreads around here when something like this slips through the cracks."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, stomach churning with equal parts arousal at the fresh memories and abject dread over the ramifications. "Soshiro and I have been taking every precaution to keep things under wraps," you explained tightly. "We both know the rules against fraternization all too well. This...this could be catastrophic if it spreads further."

Okonogi reached across to squeeze your forearm comfortingly. "Hey, we'll get ahead of this, okay? I'll shut that recording down hard before it goes viral." She paused, mouth twisting wryly. "Though I gotta say, listening to my best friend getting railed that enthusiastically by our Vice-Captain was definitely not how I expected to start my morning."

Despite yourself, you felt a startled bubble of laughter erupt from somewhere deep in your belly. Leave it to Okonogi to deftly pivot from serious to lighthearted in the span of a single breath.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," you groused without much bite, shooting her a sidelong look. "Not all of us need to resort to self-help toys to get our rocks off like some people I could mention."

Okonogi grinned unabashedly. "Hey, no judgement here. If I had a certified Defense Force beefcake eager to split me in two whenever I batted my lashes, I'd be all over him like that too!"

You dissolved into helpless giggles as the residual tension ebbed, shoving your friend's shoulder amiably. For now, the crisis seemed averted – though you knew a conversation with Hoshina about being even more discreet loomed large on the horizon.

Still, as your laughter trailed off into contented silence, you couldn't quite ignore the lick of heat unfurling low in your abdomen at the vivid memories stirred by that brief audio excerpt. Just the husky moan of Hoshina's name spilling from your lips with such rapturous ardor was enough to set your nerve endings tingling anew.

Perhaps you'd have to see if the Vice-Captain could make some time during his next duty rotation to remind you both exactly why such desperate throes were worth risking everything for...

You took a steadying breath before rapping your knuckles against Hoshina's office door, stomach roiling with anxious knots. At his terse "Come in," you steeled your nerves and stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind you.

Hoshina glanced up from behind his desk, eyes immediately softening as he took in your tense posture and strained expression. Wordlessly, he set aside the mission report he'd been reviewing and leveled you with an inquiring look.

"I take it you've heard the latest gossip making its way through the ranks?" You began without preamble, proud of how your voice remained steady despite the turmoil swirling within.

A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly along Hoshina's razor-sharp jawline as he regarded you steadily. "You mean the rather...intimate recording that's been circulating around our division?" His tone stayed carefully neutral, but you knew him well enough to detect the faint undertone of tension.

You nodded tightly. "Okonogi intercepted it first, thank the gods. But from what she told me, it's already spread through most of the Third Division by now."

Hoshina's expression remained inscrutable, but you saw his powerful shoulders rise incrementally on a deep inhale - the only outward sign of the strain he refused to voice. An ominous quiet stretched between you, weighing heavily with unspoken implications.

"What happens if this reaches Director Shinomiya?" The question emerged in a hoarse exhale before you could reconsider. "You know the regulations on fraternization, Soshiro. He instituted those rules for a reason after his wife..."

You trailed off, unable to continue voicing the tragic loss that had reshaped the entire Defense Force's policies on personal relationships within the ranks. Hoshina's eyes glinted like flint, gaze sharpening to laser-focus as he rose fluidly from his chair.

"We both knew the risks from the start, didn't we?" His gruff rumble seemed to reverberate through the tense stillness as he slowly rounded the desk towards you. "All those secrets, all those stolen nights and breaths caught behind clenched teeth so no one would be the wiser..."

Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't repress the instinctive frisson of heated awareness that licked through you at his words. At the undercurrent of dark promise that always seemed to thrum beneath Hoshina's surface when he invaded your space like this.

"This isn't some rookie indiscretion that Shinomiya can overlook or reassign easily," you managed once he loomed over you, so close you could smell the sandalwood and dark spice of his cologne. "You're too vital to the Third Division's inner operations. If he decides the rules need to be enforced..."

"Then so be it," Hoshina interrupted you, voice gone gravel-rough as he grasped your shoulders in a scorching brand. "I've been an obedient soldier since I earned my place here in this division. Isn't it about time I start staking my own claim on how this outfit gets run?"

You blinked up at him, stunned by the outright challenge blazing in his molten gaze. Before you could formulate a response, Hoshina tugged you flush against his powerful frame, bending slightly so his words rasped hotly against your tingling throat.

"I'm done cowering in shadows and muffling my pleasure into pillows like we're doing something shameful." His hands blazed heated trails down your back until they curved possessively over your ass, kneading and squeezing with blatant ownership. "If Director Shinomiya has an issue with two of his most elite fighters finding solace and strength in each other's passion...well, he can take it up with me directly."

Despite the turmoil still churning inside, you felt a new tendril of scorching need unfurl in your core at Hoshina's uncompromising dominance. You arched helplessly into his unyielding frame as his teeth grazed your thundering pulse point in a stinging graze.

"B-but if he decides to enforce the rule-" you tried again weakly.

"Then I guess he'll have to remove one of us from this division, won't he?" Hoshina interrupted again, hot tongue laving over the mark he'd just seared onto your flesh. "And I have a feeling you know damn well which of us is the more...expendable asset to the Third's operations, don't you gorgeous?"

You shuddered convulsively at the dark promise woven through his graveled words. And instead of arguing or protesting further, you simply nodded - throat too choked with mingled arousal and dismay to find your voice.

With no further preamble, Hoshina spun you bodily and bent you over the surface of his desk in one powerfully smooth motion. Files clattered unceremoniously to the floor as he kicked your legs apart, planting one booted foot beside your hip while leaving the other firmly on the ground.

"Good girl," he rumbled in visceral approval, thumbs hooking through the waistband of your uniform trousers to strip them down your thighs without fanfare. The crude sprawl left you utterly bare from the waist down, hiked forward and splayed open shamelessly for his piercing regard.

You bit back a whimper at the naked hunger searing over you, clenching reflexively around nothing as Hoshina's callused palms mapped the trembling curves of your ass with rapturous possession. His body blanketed yours from behind, sweltering heat and unyielding strength surrounding you in a cocoon of pure masculine dominance.

"I have a feeling," he husked against the feverish hollow of your nape, fingers trailing a scorching path to cup and gently squeeze your throbbing pussy. "That by the time I'm through reminding you who you belong to utterly, you won't be able to hold back those gorgeous sounds for anyone..."

His free hand braced beside your head as he caged you bodily against the desk's hard edge. You could already feel the rigid brand of his cock pressing insistently through the barrier of his uniform where it rutted against the swell of your ass.

"Let's make sure this recording leaves no doubts as to exactly how satisfied I keep my woman," Hoshina rumbled with dark promise. "Now be a good girl and let the whole division hear you sing for me..."

You tensed beneath Hoshina's scorching frame, equal parts arousal and trepidation warring through your nerves at his fervid declaration. Rather than pressing his advantage, however, he seemed to sense your hesitation. The iron bands of his arms flexed incrementally as he drew back enough for you to twist and meet his piercing stare.

"Hey..." The brusque endearment emerged softly as one work-roughened palm cupped your jaw, calloused thumb brushing your lower lip tenderly. "Talk to me, gorgeous. What's holding you back this time?"

You swallowed hard, willing your features to remain impassive even as Hoshina's gaze seemed to sear straight through your every facade. "I'm not sure if barreling head-on into insubordination and making a scene is the wisest course here," you admitted in a strained murmur, proud of how steadily the words emerged.

Rather than reacting defensively, Hoshina's expression softened further - the hard planes of his striking profile losing their sharp severity one by one. Slowly, reverently, he drew your bodies flush once more until you were utterly cocooned within the protective circle of his searing heat.

"I know I can come on a little...intense at times," he rasped out at last, the words seeming to reverberate through your very bones where they pressed so intimately together. "But, baby...I'm so goddamn tired of sneaking around and acting like I'm ashamed of how I feel about you."

Your breath caught in your throat at the naked vulnerability lacing his gravelly timbre. Instinctively, your hands found the solid wall of Hoshina's chest, palms molding to the shift of rigid musculature as he inhaled deeply. Holding your shaken stare with scorching intensity, he allowed the moment to stretch out between you - heavy with implication and unvoiced promise.

"This was never just some indiscretion for me," he continued after that weighted pause, utterly unwavering. "From the second you showed up like a force of nature in my life all those years ago, you became the other half of me. My partner...my equal...my everything..."

Something hot and molten unfurled in your core at the impassioned confession, eyes stinging traitorously. You parted your lips to respond, but Hoshina pressed his thumb gently against them to silence the words before they could emerge. His jaw had gone stonily set, eyes glinting diamond-bright.

"So you can bet your gorgeous ass I have no intention of letting Director Shinomiya or anyone else try to clip my wings and take you from me," he growled with fiercely-leashed intensity. "Not now...not fucking ever."

You trembled bodily, stunned by the undisguised ardor and iron-cast resolve woven through every syllable. It was like staring into the heart of a raging furnace, feeling the lashes of its immense heat searing straight through to your soul.

Hoshina slanted his lips over yours in a searing, branding kiss that robbed what little breath remained in one scorching swipe. You yielded instantly - melting against his unyielding strength as his arms banded around you with punishing possession.

Your muffled sound of surprise vibrated between your fused mouths as he hauled you up against his body, hoisting you with ease until your splayed thighs found purchase around his narrow hips. Each controlled roll of his lower body rutted the rigid brand of his cock teasingly against your rapidly dampening core - a maddening promise punctuated by the growl rumbling through his chest.

"I don't give a single fuck about Director Shinomiya's hang-ups or outdated senses of propriety," Hoshina bit out against the thundering pulse at your neck, latching his incendiary mouth there to worry a fresh mark of avid possession. "That man lost sight of what truly matters in this life the day his wife fell in battle - the fundamental need for some of us soldiers to find that precious solace and reason to keep going despite constantly staring death in the face."

His blunt fingers tangled in your hair, exerting just enough sweet sting to tip your head back and expose your throat more fully to the ravaging path of his lips and teeth. You arched against him as lightning skated down your nerves, body rapidly liquifying against his rutting possession. His tongue stroked over the fresh marks scored into your overheated flesh, growling dark approval at the way your slick arousal began smearing between your shamelessly joined bodies.

"You're my solace," Hoshina husked at last against your gasping mouth, sealing his vow with another searing, questing kiss that seemed to meld your very essences together. "And if Director Shinomiya can't accept that or tries to tear you from my side, then he can shove his rules straight up his sanctimonious ass."

His hold shifted to cradle your nape with scorching reverence as his simmering crimson gaze held you utterly captive. "Because one way or another, beautiful...you're going to be my wife. And not a single threat or some stupid rule is going to stop me from claiming you for my own."

On the wrecked syllables of his ardent declaration, Hoshina guided your mouths back together in a clash of harsh breaths and tangling quests. You could only fist your hands against the thundering expanse of his powerful back and surge against him in single-minded surrender. All lingering reservations were reduced to ash as the inferno of your mutual passion roared back to searing life.

His free hand hooked beneath your knee, dragging your splayed thighs wider to bracket his rocking pelvis as the first raw grind of his cock's rigid length nudged insistently against your slick, throbbing pussy. You whined out a breathless sound of yearning against Hoshina's ravaging lips, body canting instinctively to chase the exquisite friction.

"That's it, baby..." he growled in rough benediction against your swollen mouth. "Now that I’ve made my intentions clear, let's really show these idiots what we sound like when I'm finally deep inside your perfect little cunt..."

You couldn't find your voice to reply, already lost in the molten sensations of his calloused palms and the scalding drag of his cock as he lined himself up for a single, ruthless thrust. He surged inside you without ceremony, burying his full length in one fluid pump of his hips. You jolted in his arms, back bowing as a hoarse keen wrenched itself free from your parted lips.

The first stretch and glide of Hoshina's unyielding shaft filling you to the hilt always stole your breath away. Even now, his thick girth seemed to press inexorably against your very inner limits, forcing you to surrender every inch of your core's welcoming walls. You felt his answering rumble of visceral pleasure resonating through his chest as he began rutting into you with single-minded focus.

"Say my name, baby," Hoshina gritted out between the snap of his hips and the breathy moans he dragged from your lips with each punishing plunge. "Tell the entire base who’s fucking you this good."

You shuddered around him, the delicious friction and raw dominance coiling your pleasure higher and tighter with every passing instant. Your fingers clutched spasmodically at his broad shoulders as you struggled to obey, barely able to draw a proper breath between the waves of ecstasy cresting higher and harder with each stroke.

"S-soshiro, gods..." you whimpered, head spinning as Hoshina's grip on your nape shifted to tilt your head back further. "F-fuck, please, more...!"

The air seemed to crackle between you, heavy with the intoxicating mix of sweat and sex and the rhythmic creak of his desk under the onslaught of his punishing thrusts. Hoshina growled, low and rumbling and inhuman, as his pace ratcheted higher - pounding into you with an almost bruising ferocity.

"I want everyone to know just how much you love taking my cock, gorgeous," he husked darkly, free hand shifting to anchor your hips and tilt your body to a better angle. "How you get so goddamn wet and tight for me that you're practically begging for me to fill you up. How the whole base can hear exactly how hard I make you come on my dick every single night..."

He punctuated the graveled filth by hooking one strong arm around your waist to lift you up and off the desk and onto his lap as he sank into his office chair. You keened wantonly, spine arching at the change in angle that allowed his cock to delve even deeper. Your knees braced against the padded armrests as his powerful thighs flexed beneath you, snapping up in a relentless rhythm.

"Soshiro!" You sobbed out his name, head thrown back as your pleasure crested. The pressure of his cock filling you so perfectly, coupled with the rasping cadence of his dark promise, shattered the last remnants of restraint. "P-please, gods, please...don't stop...!"

Hoshina snarled his approval as he felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching and rippling and threatening to drag him right over the edge alongside you. "That's it, baby," he rasped against the thundering hollow of your throat. "Just like that, beautiful. Show the whole goddamn world what I do to you..."

You cried out incoherently, unable to form any other response beyond riding out the delirious wave of pleasure crashing over you in an unstoppable flood. Hoshina's guttural groans of dark delight intermingled with your wrecked cries of rapture, the symphony of sounds filling the small room with the echoes of your passion.

He didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, the arm around your waist flexing as his hips snapped up in a frenetic pace that threatened to steal what little remained of your sanity. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking perfect..." he husked into the hollow of your ear, the scrape of his teeth a sweet counterpoint to the molten slide of his tongue and the ragged groan that vibrated through you.

You writhed on his lap, fingers knotting into his raven locks as his hand slid beneath your uniform shirt and palmed one breast possessively. He thumbed your nipple until the peak was a stiff, aching bud that had you whimpering with renewed desire.

"I want you to come again for me," he ordered in a rasping timbre, the commanding cadence laced with visceral need. "And then I’ll fuck you against the window. Maybe they'll get a glimpse of how gorgeous you look getting fucked by me..."

You moaned shamelessly at the image his words painted, mind conjuring the salacious scene in vivid clarity. But before you could fully process it, Hoshina was rising from the chair in a powerful flex of his legs, holding you tightly against him as he surged forward and laid you out across his desk again.

"But first," he gritted out, hissing a sharp exhale between clenched teeth as he drove into you in a brutal rhythm. "First I'm gonna fill this perfect fucking pussy and watch it drip down your thighs."

You jolted beneath him, the lewd words sending fresh sparks of rapture lancing through you. He seemed to sense your spiraling ecstasy, because he hooked one of your knees over his elbow and pressed in deeper, harder, faster...until you were utterly unraveled around his thick length.

"Oh f-fuck, Soshiro..." you gasped, clinging to his forearms as the pressure spiraled impossibly tighter. "Please, baby, I'm so close...so fucking close..."

His crimson stare blazed with unrestrained fire as his pace increased, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "Then come for me," he ordered in a gravelled purr, free hand trailing a scorching path over your torso until his fingers pressed between your bodies to seek out your clit. "Soak my cock, baby. Soak it and scream my name for the entire base to hear..."

His touch was a direct jolt of lightning straight to the inferno coiling inside, threatening to erupt at any moment. You cried out his name helplessly, back arching off the desk as you bucked into his thrusts. Then, on his next powerful stroke, he circled his hips and ground into you at just the right angle...and your vision exploded in white-hot rapture.

A keening moan ripped from your throat, high and needy and wanton, as you came hard on his cock. You barely heard Hoshina's responding groan or felt the bruising grip of his fingers as they dug into the supple flesh of your thigh. Instead, all you could focus on was the intense rush of ecstasy flooding your nerve endings and the steady pulse of his release painting your inner walls with scalding ropes of cum.

When your mind finally began to clear, you became dimly aware of Hoshina's heaving breaths and the gentle swipe of his lips against your neck. His weight blanketed yours, solid and comforting and radiating a heat that seeped down into your very bones.

"Holy...fucking...hell," he managed at last, lifting his head to slant a searing, open-mouthed kiss against your mouth. You hummed contentedly, body still trembling from the force of your release.

"I'll take that as a sign you enjoyed that?" You teased breathlessly when you could muster the energy, blinking your eyes open to meet his crimson gaze. Hoshina's lips quirked up into a crooked smirk, calloused thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone in a tender caress.

"You know damn well I'm always enjoying you, baby," he countered with a soft chuckle, bending to brush another dizzying kiss over your parted lips. "Though I'm sure you know what I want next..."

You shivered involuntarily at the dark promise that laced his gravelly timbre. Your breath stuttered as Hoshina's hands tightened incrementally around your waist and he straightened in one smooth motion, dragging you along his body to stand before him. His crimson gaze held yours captive, irises glittering with visceral fire.

"Because as hot as that recording was," he continued, stepping back to shrug out of his uniform jacket and yank his undershirt over his head in one swift motion. Your pulse leapt at the sight of his chiseled torso, the flex and shift of muscle under his pale skin a living work of art.

"The real thing is going to blow that amateur shit right out of the water," Hoshina continued with a knowing smirk, stepping closer once more to strip your own uniform jacket and shirt away. His hands trailed fire down the curve of your back as he bent to press his lips against the hollow of your neck.

"So how about you be a good girl and bend over against the window for me?" He whispered in a graveled rasp against your tingling skin. "And we'll give the whole base something to really gossip about..."

LOUD AND CLEAR ⋆✦⋆ hoshina soshiro

synopsis ➸ director shinomiya enforced a strict no-fraternization rule after losing his wife. when your secret relationship with hoshina is exposed by a careless recording, hoshina ensures the entire division hears what you both are up to behind closed doors.

tags ➸ semi-public sex, non-con recording, unprotected sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, mentions of marriage, dry humping, fingering, nipple play, mentions of exhibitionism, manhandling, kinda sappy

wc ➸ 5.3k

The thin mattress creaked softly as you shifted amidst the tangle of sheets, basking in the delicious warmth radiating from Hoshina's powerful frame. He lay curled around you possessively, every sinewy muscle seeming to throb with lingering satisfaction. One large palm stroked idle patterns along the dip of your waist in a touch both reverent and blazing with possession.

"That was intense, even for us," Hoshina rasped after a weighted stretch of blissful silence, deep voice gone gravel-rough from lovemaking in a way that sparked an answering flicker low in your belly despite your thoroughly ravaged state.

You hummed in response, snuggling deeper into the scorching vee of his body while fighting a tremor at the vivid memories of what had transpired scant moments ago. Of Hoshina pinning you to the very mattress you now lay sated upon, powerful thighs braced and hips rolling in slick, purposeful undulations that seemed to rob the breath from your very lungs. Of the sheets now tangled haphazardly around your ankles being desperately fisted in your hands as he took you from behind.

A shudder wracked your spine as the heady sensations washed over you, making you tremble helplessly as the evidence of his passion dripped down your thighs. The air still reeked of sex and sweat and Hoshina's unique scent, a dizzying combination that threatened to pull you under all over again.

"I hope you're not complaining," you teased breathily once you regained your equilibrium, subtly arching your back until your ample curves moulded more snugly against the grooved planes of Hoshina's abdomen.

He growled low in his chest at the blatant provocation, callused fingers flexing meaningfully against your waist before skating up your side to palm a generous handful of your breast. You inhaled shakily at his rough possession, nipple pebbling traitorously against his calloused palm as arousal licked insistently through your core.

"You know damn well I'd never complain about having you come apart on my cock looking like a goddamn dream," Hoshina husked with dark, velvet promise. You squirmed instinctively, feeling a fresh bloom of slick yearning unfurling between your bodies at the filthy endearment.

"Mmm, keep talking like that and we'll be ready for round four in no time," you forced out in what you hoped was a teasing lilt, struggling not to simply rut shamelessly against the rigid bulge you could feel stirring between the cleft of your ass.

Hoshina merely chuckled - a deep, throaty sound that rumbled through your very marrow and made your skin break out in goosebumps of renewed need. His free hand snaked up to grasp your chin with gentle insistence, tilting your head until the full weight of his piercing stare seared across your bared features.

"You say that like you aren't always desperate to have me make a mess out of you again, gorgeous," he murmured, the rasping baritone spiking your pulse as his thumb traced the swollen swell of your lower lip. "Like your greedy little body doesn't spend every second aching for me to give it exactly what it craves most."

His hand released your jaw to drift downward tantalizingly slowly, mapping out each dip and swell of your curves until it settled against the throbbing junction of your thighs. You jolted at the sudden sensation, equal parts shock and molten arousal leaving you breathless as Hoshina began massaging your aching folds with exquisite pressure.

"Case in point," he growled with undisguised satisfaction, rubbing firm circles onto your swollen clit that had you arching helplessly into his hand and whimpering. "All slick and swollen and begging prettily for my attention again already, aren't you sweetheart?"

You wanted to retort, to taunt and match his escalating ardor with one of your own quippy rejoinders as foreplay. But all that escaped your parted lips were shameless mewls of growing desire, sparks of white-hot rapture lancing through you with every torturous stroke of Hoshina's skilled fingers.

Seeming to sense your unraveling entirely, Hoshina wasted no time coaxing you onto your back and blanketing you fully with his weight. His free palm braced beside your flushed cheek as he loomed over you, soft tresses of his bangs slipping across his brow in a curtain of intimate shadows that made your lungs stall.

"Let me hear just how much that pretty mouth wants my cock inside it again," he rasped, voice pitched low and dripping with blatant invitation. The hand working deft magic between your splayed thighs redoubled its efforts until your head thrashed deliriously against the sheets. "Don't hold back now, gorgeous. No need for discretion with the sounds I'm about to coax from this perfect fucking body..."

With that heated promise, Hoshina ducked his head towards the exposed column of your throat, tongue tracing searing patterns amidst the scattered love bites already purpling the sensitive flesh. You quaked beneath his undivided ardor, torn between yielding utterly and inflaming him further with your most obscene reactions.

Eventually, desire won out over remaining shreds of restraint. Within moments, the dingy apartment room echoed with the unmistakable sounds of your escalating rapture - husky cries and breathy keens of want intermingling with Hoshina's graveled rumbles of dark delight. Neither of you knew nor cared if anyone overheard your incendiary reunion.

You only focused on each delirious slide of Hoshina's calloused palm between your thighs, his scorching mouth branding seemingly every inch of available flesh. On the exquisite pressure steadily coiling your pleasure into an inferno of need spiraling tighter and tighter with each passing instant.

You stifled a yawn as you entered the operations room, nodding a greeting towards Okonogi hunched over the main console. Your friend glanced up with a distracted smile before returning her focus to the display, fingers tapping rapidly across the controls.

"Burning the midnight oil again?" you teased lightly, settling into the chair beside her and snagging a steaming mug of coffee. "What's got your panties all in a twist this time?"

Okonogi made a non-committal sound, worrying her lower lip in a way that immediately piqued your suspicion. You studied her profile more intently, taking in the furrowed brow and tight lines framing her mouth. Something was definitely eating at your usually collected comrade.

"Okay, spill it," you prodded after taking a fortifying sip. "What's going on?"

She shot you a sidelong glance, gaze flickering over your features almost scrutinizingly before seeming to make up her mind. Straightening, Okonogi turned bodily towards you with an inscrutable expression.

"You know I care about you, right?" She began without preamble, the solemn lilt to her voice raising your hackles further. "Like, you're one of my closest friends in this whole messed up gig we call life."

You arched one brow quizzically but remained silent, sensing she had more to unpack. Okonogi exhaled heavily, dark eyes searching yours with surprising intensity.

"Which is why I'm seriously hoping this is all just some misunderstanding or cruel prank or...something," she continued haltingly. "But I came across something this morning that, well...I just can't shake how messed up it is."

"Okonogi, you're kinda freaking me out here," you interrupted when she trailed off again, stomach clenching with instinctive unease. "Did you uncover some new kaiju threat or something?"

She shook her head tightly, mouth settling into a grim line. "Not exactly. Look, I don't know how else to say this other than to just..." Trailing off, she tapped a few quick controls, dismissing the tactical displays in favor of an unremarkable audio file queue. "I got sent this anonymous upload from one of the rookie idiots. Just...just listen."

With that ominous forewarning, Okonogi hit the playback and hastily maximized the volume. For several beats, only muffled ambient noise filtered through the small speaker before an unmistakable feminine cry of pleasure cut like a knife. Your eyes went wide as the sound of rhythmic creaking and muted gasps of pleasure filtered into clarity.

Then, just as you began to wonder if Okonogi was truly messing with you, a guttural moan of "...fuck, Soshiro, yes!" rent the relative quiet in a devastatingly familiar tone.

Air rushed from your lungs in a harsh exhalation as your worst fears solidified into mortifying reality. You stared at Okonogi in stunned silence, scarcely registering her hasty smothering of the recording as she gauged your reaction with obvious trepidation.

"So, uh..." she began delicately after a protracted pause. "I'm guessing based on your expression that my hunch of who that gorgeous voice belongs to was dead on?"

You opened and closed your mouth uselessly as a hot flush of combined arousal and dismay lanced through you. Of course someone would eventually catch wind of your and Hoshina's more...intimate trysts away from the scrutiny of the Defense Force's regulations. But to have undeniable proof of those passions so brazenly outed unfolded a whole new level of complication.

Sensing you were still processing, Okonogi continued in a measured tone clearly aimed at putting you at ease. "Hey, you know I'm not gonna go blabbing or trying to cause trouble between you and the Vice-Captain, right? I just...I heard that clip and had to confirm it was real before doing anything else."

Your lips felt numb as you fought down the mortification still scorching across your features. "How...how many others have heard that?" You croaked out at last, heart thundering against your ribs.

Okonogi's expression softened infinitesimally. "From what I gathered, it's still contained to just me and the rookie team that intercepted the file initially. But you know how quickly gossip spreads around here when something like this slips through the cracks."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, stomach churning with equal parts arousal at the fresh memories and abject dread over the ramifications. "Soshiro and I have been taking every precaution to keep things under wraps," you explained tightly. "We both know the rules against fraternization all too well. This...this could be catastrophic if it spreads further."

Okonogi reached across to squeeze your forearm comfortingly. "Hey, we'll get ahead of this, okay? I'll shut that recording down hard before it goes viral." She paused, mouth twisting wryly. "Though I gotta say, listening to my best friend getting railed that enthusiastically by our Vice-Captain was definitely not how I expected to start my morning."

Despite yourself, you felt a startled bubble of laughter erupt from somewhere deep in your belly. Leave it to Okonogi to deftly pivot from serious to lighthearted in the span of a single breath.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," you groused without much bite, shooting her a sidelong look. "Not all of us need to resort to self-help toys to get our rocks off like some people I could mention."

Okonogi grinned unabashedly. "Hey, no judgement here. If I had a certified Defense Force beefcake eager to split me in two whenever I batted my lashes, I'd be all over him like that too!"

You dissolved into helpless giggles as the residual tension ebbed, shoving your friend's shoulder amiably. For now, the crisis seemed averted – though you knew a conversation with Hoshina about being even more discreet loomed large on the horizon.

Still, as your laughter trailed off into contented silence, you couldn't quite ignore the lick of heat unfurling low in your abdomen at the vivid memories stirred by that brief audio excerpt. Just the husky moan of Hoshina's name spilling from your lips with such rapturous ardor was enough to set your nerve endings tingling anew.

Perhaps you'd have to see if the Vice-Captain could make some time during his next duty rotation to remind you both exactly why such desperate throes were worth risking everything for...

You took a steadying breath before rapping your knuckles against Hoshina's office door, stomach roiling with anxious knots. At his terse "Come in," you steeled your nerves and stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind you.

Hoshina glanced up from behind his desk, eyes immediately softening as he took in your tense posture and strained expression. Wordlessly, he set aside the mission report he'd been reviewing and leveled you with an inquiring look.

"I take it you've heard the latest gossip making its way through the ranks?" You began without preamble, proud of how your voice remained steady despite the turmoil swirling within.

A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly along Hoshina's razor-sharp jawline as he regarded you steadily. "You mean the rather...intimate recording that's been circulating around our division?" His tone stayed carefully neutral, but you knew him well enough to detect the faint undertone of tension.

You nodded tightly. "Okonogi intercepted it first, thank the gods. But from what she told me, it's already spread through most of the Third Division by now."

Hoshina's expression remained inscrutable, but you saw his powerful shoulders rise incrementally on a deep inhale - the only outward sign of the strain he refused to voice. An ominous quiet stretched between you, weighing heavily with unspoken implications.

"What happens if this reaches Director Shinomiya?" The question emerged in a hoarse exhale before you could reconsider. "You know the regulations on fraternization, Soshiro. He instituted those rules for a reason after his wife..."

You trailed off, unable to continue voicing the tragic loss that had reshaped the entire Defense Force's policies on personal relationships within the ranks. Hoshina's eyes glinted like flint, gaze sharpening to laser-focus as he rose fluidly from his chair.

"We both knew the risks from the start, didn't we?" His gruff rumble seemed to reverberate through the tense stillness as he slowly rounded the desk towards you. "All those secrets, all those stolen nights and breaths caught behind clenched teeth so no one would be the wiser..."

Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't repress the instinctive frisson of heated awareness that licked through you at his words. At the undercurrent of dark promise that always seemed to thrum beneath Hoshina's surface when he invaded your space like this.

"This isn't some rookie indiscretion that Shinomiya can overlook or reassign easily," you managed once he loomed over you, so close you could smell the sandalwood and dark spice of his cologne. "You're too vital to the Third Division's inner operations. If he decides the rules need to be enforced..."

"Then so be it," Hoshina interrupted you, voice gone gravel-rough as he grasped your shoulders in a scorching brand. "I've been an obedient soldier since I earned my place here in this division. Isn't it about time I start staking my own claim on how this outfit gets run?"

You blinked up at him, stunned by the outright challenge blazing in his molten gaze. Before you could formulate a response, Hoshina tugged you flush against his powerful frame, bending slightly so his words rasped hotly against your tingling throat.

"I'm done cowering in shadows and muffling my pleasure into pillows like we're doing something shameful." His hands blazed heated trails down your back until they curved possessively over your ass, kneading and squeezing with blatant ownership. "If Director Shinomiya has an issue with two of his most elite fighters finding solace and strength in each other's passion...well, he can take it up with me directly."

Despite the turmoil still churning inside, you felt a new tendril of scorching need unfurl in your core at Hoshina's uncompromising dominance. You arched helplessly into his unyielding frame as his teeth grazed your thundering pulse point in a stinging graze.

"B-but if he decides to enforce the rule-" you tried again weakly.

"Then I guess he'll have to remove one of us from this division, won't he?" Hoshina interrupted again, hot tongue laving over the mark he'd just seared onto your flesh. "And I have a feeling you know damn well which of us is the more...expendable asset to the Third's operations, don't you gorgeous?"

You shuddered convulsively at the dark promise woven through his graveled words. And instead of arguing or protesting further, you simply nodded - throat too choked with mingled arousal and dismay to find your voice.

With no further preamble, Hoshina spun you bodily and bent you over the surface of his desk in one powerfully smooth motion. Files clattered unceremoniously to the floor as he kicked your legs apart, planting one booted foot beside your hip while leaving the other firmly on the ground.

"Good girl," he rumbled in visceral approval, thumbs hooking through the waistband of your uniform trousers to strip them down your thighs without fanfare. The crude sprawl left you utterly bare from the waist down, hiked forward and splayed open shamelessly for his piercing regard.

You bit back a whimper at the naked hunger searing over you, clenching reflexively around nothing as Hoshina's callused palms mapped the trembling curves of your ass with rapturous possession. His body blanketed yours from behind, sweltering heat and unyielding strength surrounding you in a cocoon of pure masculine dominance.

"I have a feeling," he husked against the feverish hollow of your nape, fingers trailing a scorching path to cup and gently squeeze your throbbing pussy. "That by the time I'm through reminding you who you belong to utterly, you won't be able to hold back those gorgeous sounds for anyone..."

His free hand braced beside your head as he caged you bodily against the desk's hard edge. You could already feel the rigid brand of his cock pressing insistently through the barrier of his uniform where it rutted against the swell of your ass.

"Let's make sure this recording leaves no doubts as to exactly how satisfied I keep my woman," Hoshina rumbled with dark promise. "Now be a good girl and let the whole division hear you sing for me..."

You tensed beneath Hoshina's scorching frame, equal parts arousal and trepidation warring through your nerves at his fervid declaration. Rather than pressing his advantage, however, he seemed to sense your hesitation. The iron bands of his arms flexed incrementally as he drew back enough for you to twist and meet his piercing stare.

"Hey..." The brusque endearment emerged softly as one work-roughened palm cupped your jaw, calloused thumb brushing your lower lip tenderly. "Talk to me, gorgeous. What's holding you back this time?"

You swallowed hard, willing your features to remain impassive even as Hoshina's gaze seemed to sear straight through your every facade. "I'm not sure if barreling head-on into insubordination and making a scene is the wisest course here," you admitted in a strained murmur, proud of how steadily the words emerged.

Rather than reacting defensively, Hoshina's expression softened further - the hard planes of his striking profile losing their sharp severity one by one. Slowly, reverently, he drew your bodies flush once more until you were utterly cocooned within the protective circle of his searing heat.

"I know I can come on a little...intense at times," he rasped out at last, the words seeming to reverberate through your very bones where they pressed so intimately together. "But, baby...I'm so goddamn tired of sneaking around and acting like I'm ashamed of how I feel about you."

Your breath caught in your throat at the naked vulnerability lacing his gravelly timbre. Instinctively, your hands found the solid wall of Hoshina's chest, palms molding to the shift of rigid musculature as he inhaled deeply. Holding your shaken stare with scorching intensity, he allowed the moment to stretch out between you - heavy with implication and unvoiced promise.

"This was never just some indiscretion for me," he continued after that weighted pause, utterly unwavering. "From the second you showed up like a force of nature in my life all those years ago, you became the other half of me. My partner...my equal...my everything..."

Something hot and molten unfurled in your core at the impassioned confession, eyes stinging traitorously. You parted your lips to respond, but Hoshina pressed his thumb gently against them to silence the words before they could emerge. His jaw had gone stonily set, eyes glinting diamond-bright.

"So you can bet your gorgeous ass I have no intention of letting Director Shinomiya or anyone else try to clip my wings and take you from me," he growled with fiercely-leashed intensity. "Not now...not fucking ever."

You trembled bodily, stunned by the undisguised ardor and iron-cast resolve woven through every syllable. It was like staring into the heart of a raging furnace, feeling the lashes of its immense heat searing straight through to your soul.

Hoshina slanted his lips over yours in a searing, branding kiss that robbed what little breath remained in one scorching swipe. You yielded instantly - melting against his unyielding strength as his arms banded around you with punishing possession.

Your muffled sound of surprise vibrated between your fused mouths as he hauled you up against his body, hoisting you with ease until your splayed thighs found purchase around his narrow hips. Each controlled roll of his lower body rutted the rigid brand of his cock teasingly against your rapidly dampening core - a maddening promise punctuated by the growl rumbling through his chest.

"I don't give a single fuck about Director Shinomiya's hang-ups or outdated senses of propriety," Hoshina bit out against the thundering pulse at your neck, latching his incendiary mouth there to worry a fresh mark of avid possession. "That man lost sight of what truly matters in this life the day his wife fell in battle - the fundamental need for some of us soldiers to find that precious solace and reason to keep going despite constantly staring death in the face."

His blunt fingers tangled in your hair, exerting just enough sweet sting to tip your head back and expose your throat more fully to the ravaging path of his lips and teeth. You arched against him as lightning skated down your nerves, body rapidly liquifying against his rutting possession. His tongue stroked over the fresh marks scored into your overheated flesh, growling dark approval at the way your slick arousal began smearing between your shamelessly joined bodies.

"You're my solace," Hoshina husked at last against your gasping mouth, sealing his vow with another searing, questing kiss that seemed to meld your very essences together. "And if Director Shinomiya can't accept that or tries to tear you from my side, then he can shove his rules straight up his sanctimonious ass."

His hold shifted to cradle your nape with scorching reverence as his simmering crimson gaze held you utterly captive. "Because one way or another, beautiful...you're going to be my wife. And not a single threat or some stupid rule is going to stop me from claiming you for my own."

On the wrecked syllables of his ardent declaration, Hoshina guided your mouths back together in a clash of harsh breaths and tangling quests. You could only fist your hands against the thundering expanse of his powerful back and surge against him in single-minded surrender. All lingering reservations were reduced to ash as the inferno of your mutual passion roared back to searing life.

His free hand hooked beneath your knee, dragging your splayed thighs wider to bracket his rocking pelvis as the first raw grind of his cock's rigid length nudged insistently against your slick, throbbing pussy. You whined out a breathless sound of yearning against Hoshina's ravaging lips, body canting instinctively to chase the exquisite friction.

"That's it, baby..." he growled in rough benediction against your swollen mouth. "Now that I’ve made my intentions clear, let's really show these idiots what we sound like when I'm finally deep inside your perfect little cunt..."

You couldn't find your voice to reply, already lost in the molten sensations of his calloused palms and the scalding drag of his cock as he lined himself up for a single, ruthless thrust. He surged inside you without ceremony, burying his full length in one fluid pump of his hips. You jolted in his arms, back bowing as a hoarse keen wrenched itself free from your parted lips.

The first stretch and glide of Hoshina's unyielding shaft filling you to the hilt always stole your breath away. Even now, his thick girth seemed to press inexorably against your very inner limits, forcing you to surrender every inch of your core's welcoming walls. You felt his answering rumble of visceral pleasure resonating through his chest as he began rutting into you with single-minded focus.

"Say my name, baby," Hoshina gritted out between the snap of his hips and the breathy moans he dragged from your lips with each punishing plunge. "Tell the entire base who’s fucking you this good."

You shuddered around him, the delicious friction and raw dominance coiling your pleasure higher and tighter with every passing instant. Your fingers clutched spasmodically at his broad shoulders as you struggled to obey, barely able to draw a proper breath between the waves of ecstasy cresting higher and harder with each stroke.

"S-soshiro, gods..." you whimpered, head spinning as Hoshina's grip on your nape shifted to tilt your head back further. "F-fuck, please, more...!"

The air seemed to crackle between you, heavy with the intoxicating mix of sweat and sex and the rhythmic creak of his desk under the onslaught of his punishing thrusts. Hoshina growled, low and rumbling and inhuman, as his pace ratcheted higher - pounding into you with an almost bruising ferocity.

"I want everyone to know just how much you love taking my cock, gorgeous," he husked darkly, free hand shifting to anchor your hips and tilt your body to a better angle. "How you get so goddamn wet and tight for me that you're practically begging for me to fill you up. How the whole base can hear exactly how hard I make you come on my dick every single night..."

He punctuated the graveled filth by hooking one strong arm around your waist to lift you up and off the desk and onto his lap as he sank into his office chair. You keened wantonly, spine arching at the change in angle that allowed his cock to delve even deeper. Your knees braced against the padded armrests as his powerful thighs flexed beneath you, snapping up in a relentless rhythm.

"Soshiro!" You sobbed out his name, head thrown back as your pleasure crested. The pressure of his cock filling you so perfectly, coupled with the rasping cadence of his dark promise, shattered the last remnants of restraint. "P-please, gods, please...don't stop...!"

Hoshina snarled his approval as he felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching and rippling and threatening to drag him right over the edge alongside you. "That's it, baby," he rasped against the thundering hollow of your throat. "Just like that, beautiful. Show the whole goddamn world what I do to you..."

You cried out incoherently, unable to form any other response beyond riding out the delirious wave of pleasure crashing over you in an unstoppable flood. Hoshina's guttural groans of dark delight intermingled with your wrecked cries of rapture, the symphony of sounds filling the small room with the echoes of your passion.

He didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, the arm around your waist flexing as his hips snapped up in a frenetic pace that threatened to steal what little remained of your sanity. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking perfect..." he husked into the hollow of your ear, the scrape of his teeth a sweet counterpoint to the molten slide of his tongue and the ragged groan that vibrated through you.

You writhed on his lap, fingers knotting into his raven locks as his hand slid beneath your uniform shirt and palmed one breast possessively. He thumbed your nipple until the peak was a stiff, aching bud that had you whimpering with renewed desire.

"I want you to come again for me," he ordered in a rasping timbre, the commanding cadence laced with visceral need. "And then I’ll fuck you against the window. Maybe they'll get a glimpse of how gorgeous you look getting fucked by me..."

You moaned shamelessly at the image his words painted, mind conjuring the salacious scene in vivid clarity. But before you could fully process it, Hoshina was rising from the chair in a powerful flex of his legs, holding you tightly against him as he surged forward and laid you out across his desk again.

"But first," he gritted out, hissing a sharp exhale between clenched teeth as he drove into you in a brutal rhythm. "First I'm gonna fill this perfect fucking pussy and watch it drip down your thighs."

You jolted beneath him, the lewd words sending fresh sparks of rapture lancing through you. He seemed to sense your spiraling ecstasy, because he hooked one of your knees over his elbow and pressed in deeper, harder, faster...until you were utterly unraveled around his thick length.

"Oh f-fuck, Soshiro..." you gasped, clinging to his forearms as the pressure spiraled impossibly tighter. "Please, baby, I'm so close...so fucking close..."

His crimson stare blazed with unrestrained fire as his pace increased, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "Then come for me," he ordered in a gravelled purr, free hand trailing a scorching path over your torso until his fingers pressed between your bodies to seek out your clit. "Soak my cock, baby. Soak it and scream my name for the entire base to hear..."

His touch was a direct jolt of lightning straight to the inferno coiling inside, threatening to erupt at any moment. You cried out his name helplessly, back arching off the desk as you bucked into his thrusts. Then, on his next powerful stroke, he circled his hips and ground into you at just the right angle...and your vision exploded in white-hot rapture.

A keening moan ripped from your throat, high and needy and wanton, as you came hard on his cock. You barely heard Hoshina's responding groan or felt the bruising grip of his fingers as they dug into the supple flesh of your thigh. Instead, all you could focus on was the intense rush of ecstasy flooding your nerve endings and the steady pulse of his release painting your inner walls with scalding ropes of cum.

When your mind finally began to clear, you became dimly aware of Hoshina's heaving breaths and the gentle swipe of his lips against your neck. His weight blanketed yours, solid and comforting and radiating a heat that seeped down into your very bones.

"Holy...fucking...hell," he managed at last, lifting his head to slant a searing, open-mouthed kiss against your mouth. You hummed contentedly, body still trembling from the force of your release.

"I'll take that as a sign you enjoyed that?" You teased breathlessly when you could muster the energy, blinking your eyes open to meet his crimson gaze. Hoshina's lips quirked up into a crooked smirk, calloused thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone in a tender caress.

"You know damn well I'm always enjoying you, baby," he countered with a soft chuckle, bending to brush another dizzying kiss over your parted lips. "Though I'm sure you know what I want next..."

You shivered involuntarily at the dark promise that laced his gravelly timbre. Your breath stuttered as Hoshina's hands tightened incrementally around your waist and he straightened in one smooth motion, dragging you along his body to stand before him. His crimson gaze held yours captive, irises glittering with visceral fire.

"Because as hot as that recording was," he continued, stepping back to shrug out of his uniform jacket and yank his undershirt over his head in one swift motion. Your pulse leapt at the sight of his chiseled torso, the flex and shift of muscle under his pale skin a living work of art.

"The real thing is going to blow that amateur shit right out of the water," Hoshina continued with a knowing smirk, stepping closer once more to strip your own uniform jacket and shirt away. His hands trailed fire down the curve of your back as he bent to press his lips against the hollow of your neck.

"So how about you be a good girl and bend over against the window for me?" He whispered in a graveled rasp against your tingling skin. "And we'll give the whole base something to really gossip about..."

エネコやで〜〜！ | 氷山

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