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room service

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

The Vice-Captain lends you a hand while you’re bathing when you find yourself injured after training. It’s platonic, until it’s not.

wc: 2.8k

c: 18+ only, fingering, oral sex, hoshina the pussy eating king

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SPICY SLEEPOVER — HEAT WAVE EDITION

>>> help!!! Vice-Cap Hoshina: ?? >>> come to my room, you might have to ask the guy at the front desk for another key >>> i can’t move Vice-Cap Hoshina: Generally speaking, you’d normally call someone, rather than text, if there’s an emergency. >>> hoshina please Vice-Cap Hoshina: I should make you do push-ups for that. >>> i will actually die if you make me do that right now

Ten minutes later, you hear the click of a lock a moment before the door to your hotel room swings open, and you’d assume it’s Hoshina—if you could see from your current position.

“He really didn’t wanna give me this,” he calls out as he takes off his shoes by the door. “So if he asks later, we’re datin’. We were just in an argument when we booked separate rooms. What the—“

Hoshina freezes in his tracks as he finally walks into the room proper, eyes landing on where you’re currently flat on your back on the king-sized bed wearing nothing but a towel, legs hanging off the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

“I can’t move,” you tell him again with a sigh.

“Ya can’t move…” he trails off, stepping closer and scratching the back of his head as he leans over you.

“I think I pinched my back in that last section of the obstacle course earlier.”

Most of the Third Division is currently off-site for a two-day training camp. Everyone’s excitement about a beach trip had waned significantly at the intimidating sight of the harrowing obstacle course the first morning, though, which is half in the sand and half on the water. Even Hoshina looked a little worse for wear after a couple hours out in the stifling humidity that had somehow gotten worse overnight.

You’d managed to get through the first day mostly unscathed, barring a few instances where you found yourself embarrassingly distracted by the sight of Hoshina using the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow.

—and when he’d given up hope on his normally neat hair, dragging his fingers through the sweat-soaked strands to push them back from his face every so often.

—and when he’d climbed across the agility ladder faster than anyone else, his t-shirt fighting for its life against the constant flex and roll of his defined shoulders.

But regardless of your particular fixation with the Vice-Captain, it was entirely your own fault when you got a little sloppy at the end as you tried to beat Ichikawa and Furuhashi’s impressive clear times over the final climbing wall. You didn’t want the new recruits showing you up that easily.

While you achieved the time you were aiming for, you also made some reckless maneuvers in the process, a jolt of pain running down your spine when you landed. Mistakenly, you thought you were fine, until you returned to your room later to shower, bent down to pick something up off of the floor, and ended up collapsed atop the bed in pain as you attempted to rise to your feet.

Which is where the object of your fantasies now finds you, albeit in a far less sexy scenario than you would have hoped would lead to Hoshina leaning over your naked body.

The mattress dips between the weight of his hand pressing down beside you, and your breath hitches in your throat as he inspects your face for a moment before straightening back up.

You’re close enough with Hoshina, generally, that it shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d feel comfortable enough to ask him for assistance in your miserable predicament, but as you find yourself fighting to steady the rapid beating of your heart beneath his gaze, you begin to slightly regret your decision.

“Did ya call me to help get your pants on?” he asks, a brow raised.

“I need to get into the shower,” you groan. “You know how hot it was out there today, I feel disgusting.”

Hoshina scoffs. “You think you can shower like this?”

Tossing a hand over your eyes, you let out a defeated huff of air. “There’s a tub.”

—

After an awkward shuffle into the bathroom with Hoshina’s arm wrapped around your side, during which you almost drop your towel no less than three times (a nipple peaks out on one of those occasions, he remains decidedly silent on the matter), you eventually find yourself seated on the closed lid of the toilet as he fills up the tub with steaming hot water and soap.

“Ya do realize, despite the way you’ve been clutchin’ that towel like your life depends on it, you’re gonna have to be naked while I help ya in there,” he says over the sound of the running water, leaning over the side to drag a hand through it.

“If you leave me to my own devices I’m sure I can drag myself in there eventually.”

He stares at you and responds flatly, “You’ll drown.”

You offer him a grin and two thumbs up. “Then you won’t have to worry about me aiming to dethrone you as Vice-Captain anymore.”

Hoshina just blinks, his lips slightly parted.

You glance down and realize you let the towel drop, your tits spilling out.

When you look back at him, he’s quietly staring up at the ceiling.

Once the tub is full, you manage to get in with only a minimal amount of interactions that you’ll be replaying in your head until the end of time—particularly the firm grip of Hoshina’s hands on your bare hips as he helps you climb in.

That, and the knowledge that your bare ass has now been in his face. Like, directly. You’re pretty sure one cheek accidentally brushed against his nose.

(As you settle against the porcelain, you don’t mention the fact that you’re not entirely confident you’ll be able to get out when all is said and done, your back angrily protesting from all the movement you’ve put it through in the past fifteen minutes.)

“Oh,” you say after a moment, looking around. “Can you pass me a washcloth?”

You wait for the water to splash in your face as he tosses it to you, but Hoshina walks over and places it in your hand instead, giving you a pointed look before going to lean against the sink, turning his attention to his phone.

Well, the tub is so full of soap bubbles, it’s not like he can see anything. But you still ask, “Are you going to wait in here?”

He glances up from the bright screen. “Your phone ain’t in here to text me while you’re drowning,” he deadpans.

You flick water in his direction before returning your focus to the task at hand.

Unfortunately, while showering would have been a slippery, dangerous challenge in and of itself, bending your body and moving your shoulders to use the washcloth is clearly also not entirely within your realm of capabilities at the moment.

A shadow hovers over you the moment after you let out a yelp of pain, and Hoshina crouches down beside the lip of the tub.

“Really?” he asks, almost teasing.

You sigh heavily. “Do you think room service offers sponge baths?”

Hoshina makes a face. “Don’t think we should let ya find out. That creep at the front desk seemed real disappointed when I said I was your boyfriend.”

You’d managed to brush it off the first time he said it, too distracted by the need to explain your predicament, but now it’s impossible to ignore the words on Hoshina’s tongue. The implication that the two of you could be dating. The fact that he took it upon himself to make up the lie in the first place.

Heat flushes across your body, and it has little to do with the temperature of the soapy water you’re currently sitting in.

“I can literally feel the sand that’s still stuck on me,” you groan.

Hoshina exhales, seemingly coming to a decision as he takes the washcloth from your hands. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a brat?”

Something about the way he says it makes you clench your thighs together, and the water in the tub trembles slightly as a result.

“Just you.”

“I find that real hard to believe.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “So do you want my help or not?”

You close your eyes as Hoshina remains crouched at the side of the tub, forcefully playing back memories of gruesome kaiju takedowns and gruelling training drills and anything else to distract you from how fucking divine it feels to have the Vice-Captain carefully scrubbing your naked body clean.

“Does this hurt?”

Hoshina’s voice interrupts your thoughts as his hand stills, and you open your eyes to meet his concerned gaze.

“What?”

“You look like you’re in pain,” he gestures to your face.

You shake your head, assuring him that it’s fine, and you make an active effort to relax and let your facial expressions do the same.

Unfortunately, already feeling a little dizzy and soft under the hot wisps of steam rolling off of the water, you let yourself relax a little too much—because your brain to mouth filter is absolutely fucking nowhere to be found when Hoshina misjudges the location of your abdomen and ends up dragging the washcloth between your spread legs instead.

It takes half a second to realize that you moaned out loud.

Both of you freeze.

You chance a glance over at him, only to regret treating yourself to a front row seat to his darkened eyes and clenched jaw.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out.

He blinks at you. “No, I’m sorry.”

You stare back at him. “What? No. That was my fault. Sorry, it just…it’s been a while…” you trail off, mumbling the last few words.

He tilts his head to the side. “Weren’t you seein’ that dork who just got moved to the First Division?” he asks.

The way he refers to the fellow officer you’d hooked up with a few times recently does something funny to your insides, the near bitter tone of his words.

The fact that you didn’t think anyone else knew—or had been paying enough attention to find out.

And maybe it’s the heat.

Maybe it’s how exhausted you are right now.

Maybe it’s just because your filter has decided to clock out for the evening and Hoshina looks so goddamn good right now and your cunt is throbbing—

Your next words come tumbling out, “He never made me come.”

Hoshina’s expression is unreadable. “What?”

“He uh…wasn’t really into the idea fingering me or eating me out, and he didn’t really understand when I told him I need my clit touched during sex, and…” you trail off again, fighting the urge to clap a hand over your mouth at the oversharing of information Hoshina definitely didn’t ask to hear.

Hoshina looks a little speechless, and you briefly consider dunking your head underwater.

Then, he shakes his head. “I can’t believe that.”

Cringing, you cover your face with one of your wet hands. “Look, I know it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to remind me—“

A hand clasps your wrist, pulling it away from your face, and you look up into Hoshina’s serious expression. “No, I can’t believe that idiot would turn down a chance to get his mouth on ya and taste you.”

You inhale sharply, very aware of the fact that Hoshina’s hand with the washcloth is still resting atop your thigh underwater.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly.

It, being eating pussy. Though your heart is pounding far too hard behind your ribcage to get the rest of the words out in an intelligible manner.

He nods slowly, leaning a little closer to you. “You’d be coming every day on my tongue.”

“Oh,” you exhale, more than a little breathless as your cunt throbs underwater.

And somehow you know that if you left it at that, the Vice-Captain would pretend this never happened. He’d help you out of the tub, assist you in drying off, and he’d pretend like he’s not completely aware you’d be trying to find any comfortable position to finger your wet cunt the second the door swings shut behind him.

He’ll show his cards, but he won’t push you across the line.

So instead, you reach for him—literally.

You hold Hoshina’s gaze as you tug his hand back between your legs, biting your lip at the sharp spark of pleasure that sears your insides as he slowly, carefully drags the cloth down the length of your folds.

Then you take the cloth from him, and he groans quietly, cupping your cunt with his bare hand.

“Fuck,” he mutters, running a finger up and down your slit before slipping it inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He exhales roughly as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of your pussy, your channel slick and sticky with arousal even in the tub.

Before you realize what you’re doing, Hoshina’s nose is brushing against yours as you thread your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and tug him forward. He groans when your lips crash together, cupping the side of your face with his free hand as he licks his way into your mouth in a filthy, desperate, spit-soaked kiss.

And oh, his fucking tongue.

He wasn’t kidding.

“Hoshina, I…I want you to—“ your words are cut off by the moan that crawls up your throat when he strokes your swollen clit with his thumb.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps against your lips.

Your chest heaves, your tits splashing in the water, and you pull his hair a little harder—eliciting a lewd groan from him in the process—as you beg, “Taste me.”

It’s a blur—the moments between when Hoshina swiftly helps you ease your soaking wet body out of the tub, and when you find yourself atop the mattress again, this time with no towel to cover your naked body.

And when Hoshina spreads your legs wide and settles between them, you’d think he’s the one being pleasured at the deep groan of satisfaction that rumbles in his throat when he gets his mouth on your cunt.

Hoshina’s not the first man that’s been between your legs, but it’s difficult to remember anything else, any feeling that doesn’t pale in comparison to the addicting, euphoric waves of pleasure rushing through you as he laps at your folds and slides his tongue into your tight, quivering entrance.

Fingers digging tightly into the sheets, you writhe—as best as you can, given the pain that still radiates down your back. But you can’t be bothered by it, not when you’re on the verge of sobbing as Hoshina tongue fucks you like it’s his sole goddamn fucking mission as the Vice-Captain of the Third Dvision.

With one hand kneading your ass, he sucks at your puffy clit while he plunges two fingers deep inside of you, teasing your soaking wet walls while you drag the balls of your feet atop the sheets, toes curling hard.

“You have no idea,” he groans, laving his tongue through your folds, “how goddamn good you taste.”

He curls his tongue, dragging a sloppy stroke up the length of your hole to your clit. “How pretty you sound—“

He stuffs two fingers inside of you, and you let out a choked out, moaning sob. The mattress groans beneath you as his own hips rock downward into it.

“How the fuck could a man not be doin’ anything in his power—“

A third finger joins the two digits, and your walls spasm as you tremble in pleasure.

“—to hear you like this—“

He mouths at your cunt again, lapping up the juices dripping out of you, and he continues to grind his cock into the mattress.

“—every goddamn day—“

The whip inside of you snaps, your vision going white as scorching, blistering pleasure floods through your body, your cunt rapidly expanding and contracting on Hoshina’s tongue. He groans, low and rough, and gets onto all fours as you come down from your orgasm, his flushed, leaking cock springing free from the confines of his pants a moment later.

He wastes no time in spitting in his palm, firmly grasping his cock as he groans, staring down at your naked body. You can tell he’s not going to last long, not with how furiously he’s stroking his achingly hard, long shaft.

“Come closer,” you beckon, running your hands over the swell of your breasts.

Hoshina groans, fucking his fist even harder as he hovers over you. And when you reach up to wrap one of your hands around his cock as well, he’s barely pumped into your grip twice before his hips are stuttering as he spills rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over your tits.

He collapses beside you as his climax wanes, breathing hard.

You turn to glance at him, running a finger through the cum streaked across one of your nipples before bringing it to your mouth and making a show of sucking it off.

“I think I need another bath.”

He chokes, and laughs.

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