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lxkeeeeee · 11 months ago

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JAW DROPS

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..."

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aestheteanime · 1 year ago

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how long they last during a sex ban

your boyfriend has been a little too... bold for your liking recently. after getting caught fucking in the training room, you felt it was necessary to enact some sort of punishment to make up for your embarrassment.

✶ ft: ichikawa reno, hoshina soshiro, furuhashi iharu, narumi gen

✶ cw: afab, semi-public sex, grinding, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, pet names [baby, pretty girl, etc.], edging, orgasm denial (very very briefly)

✶ wc: 2.9k

✶ author's note: i've never written for kn8 so im not totally sure how well im gonna be able to write for these boys but i tried my best, hopefully it's okay lol

nsfw minors DNI

— ✶ ICHIKAWA RENO | 4 days

at the beginning reno thought he had this whole "sex ban" punishment in the bag. it's not like his sex drive was higher than yours-- so why, after only four days, was he begging for you like he had been deprived of your touch for eons?

"please, baby," he mumbles, face pressed into your neck as you shift uncomfortably on the couch.

you wanted to touch him so bad. wanted to indulge in him as much as he wanted to indulge in you, but you knew you had to keep a cool head. this was his punishment after all, and he had to face the consequences of his actions.

you had been mortified when kafka walked in on you two fucking against the wall, bodies sweaty and sticky-- and so so so close to orgasming. reno had been humiliated too, apologizing profusely on both of your halves and begging kafka to keep this a secret. he'd reluctantly agreed, but it was definitely still awkward between them. so then if reno was as embarrassed as you, why was he so eager to fuck you again?

reno's hand caresses your cheek, pressing a soft kiss under your ear before peppering them down your neck to your collarbone. they're soft, delicate even, almost as if he's afraid he'll hurt you if he kisses you any harder. it was infuriating. you wanted more-- needed more. "i'm sorry," he murmurs against your skin, fingers trailing to your chest before finding your tit, squeezing gently. "it won't happen again, i promise. just please touch me." his voice drawls out into a quiet whine and you can feel arousal begin to soak your panties.

his hand moves yours to palm at the erection through his pants and you nearly moan for him when your hands shift slightly to cup his balls.

shivering at the feeling of him smirking against your neck-- almost as if he knows he's won-- your head falls back to expose your entire neck to him. every passing second you feel your composure begin to slip. each touch seers hot against your skin, aching-- no, begging-- to give into him. it had only been four days. four days. a mere 96 hours and he was already on you like a dog in heat. "reno," you warn, though you're not sure how much conviction your voice displays. in fact, you're pretty sure it shakes with each breath.

"come on," he sighs, whining-- you can practically hear him pout. "it's been long enough, hasn't it?" his voice is raspy in your ear, vibrations going straight to your core. "wanna touch you. want you to touch me."

you groan in frustration, finally looking into his eyes only to see them glazed over. reno's pupils are dilated, focused solely on you and you alone.

his hand pulls your face closer to his, eyes fluttering to your lips, then your eyes, and back to your lips, silently asking for permission to close the gap.

you finally oblige.

your lips collide in a mess, spit mixing with each other's as reno moves to pull you into his lap in one swift motion. legs straddle his as your arms move to hook around his neck. your tongue slides against his, a fire lighting itself in your stomach as reno's lips move against yours, only proving to further fan the flames. there's a primal desire in the way his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist and pulling you against him, back and forth against his groin.

hands move to unbutton his pants before your lifting your body so he can pull them down, cock springing free as you notice your mouth practically drooling at the sight.

regardless of how many times you had fucked before, you somehow keep forgetting how pretty it is. the way it curves slightly to the left, veins running up the shaft, and oh the way it twitches when your hands find it.

reno nearly cries when you spread the precum along his head, jerking up into you at just your mere touch alone.

the sight is beautiful. reno's hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, head leaned back against the couch as his hands have no idea what to do with themselves. it's as if he was a bumbling, nervous virgin all over again.

that thought is quickly relinquished however, when he lets out a, "fuck, baby... missed this."

— ✶ HOSHINA SOSHIRO | 2 weeks

it wasn't soshiro that broke the sex ban. in fact, he could've gone longer just to prove a point. but with the way you were cuddled up next to him, leg slung over his, pelvis flush with his upper thigh as he felt the pulse of your cunt against him, he figured two weeks was plenty long.

he could tell you were pent up-- knowing that he was jacking off in the same bed, night after night, while you struggled to even reach your own release. it was a constant battle, and the humiliation of envying his right hand only seemed to intensify the torment. you needed him to get the job done, it just wasn't the same by yourself.

hearing the slick of his cock as he stroked himself every other night was pure, psychological torture-- and he knew it.

he knew listening to his rapid, heavy breathing riled you up. he knew his quiet, restrained moans and muffled whimpers soaked your panties. he knew not being able to see or feel his cock pulsing in his hand drove you crazy.

"soshiro," you mumble, your breath tickling his ear as your hand finds the curve of his neck, fingers tracing the line of his jaw before settling in his hair. "sex ban is over." your voice has a hint of embarrassment that soshiro immediately picks up on, and you brace yourself for what's coming next.

he hums, glancing down at you over his phone before setting it on the bedside table. "hmm?" he coos, eyes meeting yours as you prepare for the worst. "done already? you need me that badly, huh?" he speaks in an almost mocking tone and you have to hold back from turning over, red-faced and giving up. but you needed him, no matter how embarrassed he made you.

"don't tease," you plead, hand tracing a path down his chest until it reaches the waistband of his sweats. they hang low on his waist, hugging his hips oh-so-perfectly that you can't help but palm at his length through the fabric, wishing nothing more than for him to just let you have him.

you missed the feeling of him in your hand, jerking when you first brush your thumb over his tip, smearing the precum down his length. you missed how sensitive he gets when your mouth is wrapped around him, tongue swirling around his head, teasing his slit. you missed the unintelligible whimpers that leave his throat when you take him all, spit pooling at the base of his cock, nearly choking at the size. you missed how--

"you can't even handle your own punishment, baby," soshiro breathes, words laced with a dangerous amusement. his head falls back at the feeling of your hand against him. a shaky sigh escapes him, heat spreading to form a knot in his lower belly as he feels his cock harden. "shit," he mutters. "shit, shit, shit."

you smirk at the profanities he so rarely says, fingers inching to dip under his waistband as you trail down the sensitive skin, causing him to shudder. "you want it too," you pout, eyes fixated on the rhythm of his chest rising and falling-- the way he brushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. "or... maybe not?" you tease, pulling your hand away before moving to turn over, but not before soshiro's hand can grip your wrist, stalling your actions.

soshiro's skin is hot, face flushed as he relishes your touch, yearning to feel your soft, velvet walls wrapped around him. it had been too long, he thinks. too long of trying to convince himself he didn't need you, but now, with you so willing to give yourself back to him, he's changed his mind.

"i do," he whispers, although his actions speak louder when he pulls you back to him. "fuck, i want you."

your hand is placed back on his cock, and through the fabric you feel him throb, begging to be taken out. the drawstring of his sweats seemingly unties itself when soshiro pulls the material off, watching as it springs free-- tip leaking with precum. silently gazing at you with hooded eyes, he pumps himself one, two, three times.

sochiro lets out what sounds like more of a whimper than a sigh, "stop gawking and help me out here, would you?"

— ✶ FURUHASHI IHARU | 20 minutes

iharu is a simp through and through. as soon as you enacted the sex ban, he made it his life's mission to eradicate it. i mean, he couldn't just let his girl go without having his cock, right? that would just be too cruel...

"come on, baby. that's not fair, i didn't do anything wrong. it's not my fault vice-captain walked in on us. how was i supposed to know he trained that late?" iharu rambles, pressing his body against your back. his body is hot, still sweaty from the session earlier.

it had been 15 minutes since you had made it back to your dorm in total and utter embarrassment. both of you had left the the gym with red faces and blue balls.

iharu's cock had been slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, one that you weren't even sure was human. too enamored with the way your pussy squeezed him, all he could muster were lazy fingers messily rubbing circles against your clit. you could feel yourself throbbing against his girth, each thrust practically molding your walls to the shape of his cock-- memorizing each detail.

his muscles flexed as he held himself above you on the bench press, the red leather beneath you wet and shiny with sweat, sticking to your skin.

he looked like a god, hell, he felt like a god, with the way his breath fanned your neck, balls slapping against your ass. each slap echoed through the quiet gym, the filth of the sound only spurring the both of you on. "so pretty for me," he mumbles, tongue swiping up your neck before letting out a shaky sigh. "so good to me." your back arched, leaning into him as the heat in your stomach grew, breath picking up in an attempt to chase your orgasm.

and then the door creaked, causing you both to freeze in place and look for the source of the sound. there, hoshina stood, eyes wide as he swiftly turned, back facing you so that you can only imagine the look on his face. "gym is closed after midnight." he'd stated, voice loud, almost like he's trying to block out what he just saw. "go to bed." walking out and closing the door behind him you lay there, iharu's cock still twitching inside you.

"sex ban for two weeks, iharu." you turn to face him, crossing your arms to push him away, watching as he nearly trips on the end of your bed.

his mouth drops, hands gripping your shoulders in a plea. "what? why?" his hold on you isn't strong by any means, just firm, and you can tell you've struck a nerve.

you know he was still pent up from being cock-blocked earlier, but you make no motion to even spare his hard-on a glance. "what do you mean why? i told you we were going to get caught and we did!" your voice raises but you nearly instantly regret it when iharu takes a deep breath, trying to calm the ache pressing against his sweat pants.

he only gets hornier when you're mad at him.

you lower your voice this time, taking his hands off your shoulders. "you didn't listen to me."

"you liked the idea." he lowers his head to whisper in your ear. "i heard the way you were moaning, begging for me to let you finish. how much tighter your pussy squeezed me than normal at the thought of someone walking in." iharu's hands move to the small of your back, tracing his finger tips up and down your spine.

you huff, trying not to concentrate on the way his nails tickle your skin. your head dips down, attempting to calm your breathing before realizing your mistake.

your eyes meet the bulge in iharu's sweats and you nearly let out an audible gulp, thighs pressing themselves together at the sight. he wasn't the only one still pent up.

you hear a low chuckle from above as you absentmindedly move your hands to untie his drawstring.

"so much for a ban," you hear him mumble before shooting him a glare. "not that i mind though, pretty girl."

— ✶ NARUMI GEN | 2 days

there was a mutual end to the sex ban between the two of you... well, sort of. gen had broken it but it's not like you were mad about it.

your breathing was hot and heavy when your eyes open to a half-lit room. absentmindedly, you reach for the right side of the bed, feeling an empty, cold space. it was strange, usually you'd wake up to the man clingy to your side, shivering from the blasting air conditioner.

you had gotten used to his weight as he laid half of his body on you, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. he'd curl into you like a cat, and you swear some mornings you could hear him purr. his hands rested under your body, one cradled your shoulder while the other rested protectively across your waist. it's be a funny looking sight to outsiders-- japans strongest, the number one anti-kaiju combatant in all of the country, snuggled up on top of his girlfriend-- but to you, it was everything.

gen was nowhere to be found next to you, so you nearly jump when you feel a wet kiss press to your upper thigh. you're quick to lift up the covers, your aforementioned missing boyfriend squinting at the light. his hair was a tousled mess, colored ends curling to frame his face. had he been not been between your legs, you'd have thought the sight innocent and sweet.

sleep-heavy eyes meet yours, glazed over in exhaustion before he's swiping his tongue between your folds. you shiver.

it's such a dirty sight. the way he smirks into your pussy, maintaining eye contact. the way his lips find your clit and gently suck, slurping at the excess arousal dripping from your cunt.

and god the noises.

the wet slurping of his mouth savoring your juices filled the room, breath fanning hot against you. the feeling of his lips latching to your clit, tongue gliding through and dipping into your hole caused you to jerk up into him and he only smiled, chuckling at your reactions.

the humiliation burned, too embarrassed to look any longer. but his touch, the rough calluses of his hands holding your legs apart despite your desperate attempt to close them around his head, was intoxicating. "mornin' sleepyhead," he mumbles, pressing a caste kiss to your lower stomach. it was sweet compared to the sight from two seconds ago.

the pads of his fingers trace circles along your thighs, eliciting chills from your body. yet his hands are warm, especially against the cold air. with every shift of your body, a rush of air brushes against your cunt. you shiver, not saying a word but instead curling your hands through his hair and pushing his mouth back to where you needed it most. you needed the warmth-- needed him.

no further words needed to be said as gen drags his tongue ever so slowly through your folds. it's agonizing, it's not enough, it's nearly torture the way he curls his tongue and laps at your juices. so so so slowly as you twitch and buck into him, grinding against the muscle for more. he just huffs out a laugh, actions somehow slowing even further and you finally build up the courage to seek a glance at him again.

his gaze remains firmly fixed on you, meticulously observing every subtle twitch of your body in reaction to the flick of his tongue. and he notices when your breathing starts to pick up, chest rising and falling with increasing fervor as you feel yourself near your release. you close your eyes, concentrating on the heat rising in your core. it's hot and it's approaching fast, bubbling down your stomach and to your cunt.

and then he stops, a gasp leaving you at the sudden halt and your quick to scoff in frustration. sliding up the bed to rest his entire body on you, gen presses a long, wet kiss to your lips.

your eyebrows furrow at the action but relax when his head rests against your chest. "not gonna let you cum until the sex ban is gone," he mumbles into you. hands sliding under your shoulders.

you groan, hand gently slapping the back of his head as he just laughs. "it was gone the second you started eating me out."

"well in that case--"

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ladybyakuya · 1 year ago

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| when we're done making love and you look up and give me those eyes |

+cw. — abo au, headcanon format, mating cycles, heat cycles, some canon elements, omega!reader, gn!reader

+wc. —0.6 k

+syn.— where do they like to mark? Is it before marriage or during the first night? Is it you who marks first or him?

+notes. — mandatory celebration post for gen narumi but my brain said why be so biased hahah. enjoy. | redirect to blog navigation.

Reno Ichikawa → Reno Ichikawa is the type to talk about marking before actually doing it. Marking is a big step when you are in any kind of relationship, whether serious or casual. So, without consent, he will not mark you. Reno likes to mark where you can see, touch his mark, and perhaps miss him when he is not around. It could be when he is inside you holding you as close as possible whispering how good you are to him and how blessed he is to meet you or it could be when you are sitting on the kitchen counter sipping a warm cup of coffee. He is talking about his day at work when he suddenly becomes a little cozy and comfortable. He takes your hand and bites around the wrist. It does not hurt much but when his teeth latch away from your skin you can see it in his eyes saying, “We've all night long to make it more memorable.” And throughout the night he makes you remember how he is worth your time. He is a little too excited to get marked by you. He is not really concerned with “where” rather he is more focused on “how”.

Gen Narumi → Gen Narumi will mark you when you two are engaging in sex with both of your sanity intact. He will not mark you when you are under the influence of heat cycle and begging him to mark you neither will he mark you when he is at his peak of mating urges. Surely, it slightly breaks his heart to see how desperate you are to get marked but he is totally aware of the fact that it is your hormone talking. So, when he is not in his rut and you are not experiencing heat cycles he will mark you, as many times as you want and wherever you want. But when he is done marking you: along your nape, inner thighs, wrists, and calf muscles he gets a little shy when it is your turn to mark him. He is the type to avoid eye contact after being too intimate so it takes time for him to muster up the courage to talk or even look after the marking session. Once he gets out of his shell of shyness you are in for an absolute treat.

Soshiro Hoshina → Hoshina likes to mark where your hands can not reach, nor to soothe the pain nor to remember how it felt and nor have the privilege of even seeing it. Only he can see where he marked. He is the type to leave multiple marks, on your nape and back. And he insists on being marked where it is not easy to see. Not because he wants to hide his relationship from the eyes of the world but because he wants something solely to belong to himself without the scrutiny eyes of his family. Growing up in a traditional family he is the type to break rules whenever he has the opportunity. So, even though you two already had a marking session before he would still insist on doing it on the first night after marriage. No one will know except you two.

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kaisa-ryo · 1 year ago

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soshiro hoshina

tw: total nuisance 18+

english isn’t my native language!

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it seemed as if the vice-captain's coaching room was always quiet, clean and cool. but instead of all that, right now, skin-on-skin slaps could be heard in the coaching room. things are scattered all over the room, and the heat from the bodies continued to envelop you both.

— i thought we were just going to practice together — you say with a grin to the captain, who bumped into you, holding your legs tightly pressed against the seat of one of the simulators.

— huh? are we doing something else? soshiro answers, pushing a strand of sweat—matted hair behind your ear.

it seems that lately he's been obsessed with the idea that you belong to him completely. naturally, you liked it. besides, he could always take advantage of it when he was just around. in every sense of the word.

— and it also seemed to me that the vice-captain should be modest and restrained — you continued.

— you're going to finish playing now.

it was getting unbearably stuffy. there was a feeling that such hot air could warm the whole of antarctica. well, that sounds like a challenge.

— i don't even know how the whole squad will react to the fact that vice-captain soshiro hoshina is fucking y/n in his coaching room for the fourth time... — you say, breathing heavily. but hoshina always keeps her word.

he abruptly grabs your legs and pulls you down. instead of continuing to bump into you, he sits on his knees, spreads your legs even wider and starts licking all the mess that you made because of him. to say that you were in utter confusion is to say nothing at all. It's like your body was planning to break out of its own shell.

— oh, soshiro!

his legs twitched pleasantly from his accidental touches of the clitoris, which made the brunette squeeze his hips more and more. you feel that your body liked this feeling and you are waiting for you to finally be able to cum from it. it looks like he really is a real fighter, since he even has working tongue muscles. you cover your face with one hand in embarrassment, and with the other you dig into his hair.

— i feel like… i am now...

one of the most enjoyable climaxes was very close, but

there is a knock on the door and a familiar voice is heard behind it.

— is everything all right there? don't you kill each other there?

your hand abruptly slides from your eyes to your mouth and presses against it with all its force. kafka was standing behind the wall.

soshiro stopped, as if he had given you the go-ahead to answer. but the moment before orgasm made itself felt. there was a complete mess in your head, which meant that right now you wouldn't be able to connect two words. you wish soshiro hadn't stopped, but if he hadn't stopped, you would have been burned right away.

— y-yes... — finally escaped from your moist lips, — maybe we overdid it a little, but everything is definitely good!

well, it sounded more convincing in your head.

— then I'm sorry for disturbing you!

— go already! — your sweet tone immediately changed to a commanding one.

at the moment when the awkward dialogue finally ended, you felt the excitement gradually go away.

the brunette abruptly stands up and you slide even lower, lying on your entire back. he penetrates you again with a still hard, excited dick and continues at a faster pace. while the captain was picking up speed, he put his face close to your ear and, smiling, whispered "good girl" the butterflies in your stomach stirred, as if after a long hibernation. It sounded too exciting.

— show me how I "overdid it", doll.

the guy continued to enter at full length. you both liked it. but sochiro's captain's gut made him want more. he liked to dominate, to be on top of you, to make you squirm under him. In a sense, he even had a possessive nature. but he never had the courage to show it in full, because it would be strange if he molested you in public, having the status of a "colleague".

— i'm getting close... ah!

— don't hold back, show me how good it feels to be with me~

soshiro presses on your clitoris and watches how you react. you start whining until you realize that the end has come. you scream, clinging to his strong shoulders, and soon you're buried in them. you're wet in everything you can get. your legs are shaking, and your mind is floating somewhere in another dimension. hoshina pulled away to help you get up, but your legs were wobbly. there was nothing to do but fall on his chest and wait for him to take care of you.

he tucks your hair behind your ear again and kisses you on the temple.

— good job, y/n.

a bonus!

kafka: damn, just look at them! I think they really killed each other there...

ichikawa: man, they kicked you away because they fucked. Isn't it obvious?

kafka: YOU MEAN HE RAPED HER?!

#kaiju no. 8 #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro #kaijuu 8 gou #hoshina x reader #hoshina smut #kn8 x reader #kn8 smut

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hoshinasblade · 1 year ago

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i would like to apologize in advance because this sounds so rushed lol i just want to take a break from the angst. if u have any nsfw prompts, please send me an ask, i would like to write some more. THIS IS NSFW, MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

sex is good.

but sex with hoshina soshiro is better.

it is saturday - on second thought, it may be sunday already, you can't really tell because it might well be past midnight. the entire day was spent replenishing the contents of your fridge - a grocery date has been the routine since you started dating soshiro. the dinner was a hearty meal that you enjoyed just as much as making it with your boyfriend - soshiro is meticulous and thorough in his cooking, and sometimes you even hesitate to offer help in fear that you only be a liability in the kitchen but tonight he trusted you with cutting some onions and peeling the potatoes.

the plan was to watch a movie you chose, cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms. but your first mistake was that you did not research what the flick is about - it was the first thing to appear when you googled "what to watch with significant other" - so you were surprised that it was not even at the twenty-minute mark, and there is already a steamy scene.

"why's the guy eating her face?" soshiro wrinkled his nose before hurling criticism at the movie's leading man. he was licking the woman's chin now, and you cringed a little.

"don't be mean, soshiro. you kiss exactly like that," you responded but only to tease. more than anyone, you know that the truth is the opposite, but you are not about to tell him that. hoshina soshiro is already cocky as it is, you do not want to pile "excellent kisser" into the list of his achievements. unfortunately for you, one of the man's fatal flaws is his predictability, and so you waited for the dramatic reaction to come.

soshiro stole the remote control from your hands. you were comfortably leaning on him while watching, but now he turned to face you. "kiss me then", he dared, the challenge sounding more like a command. the room was dark, save for the light from the television. "come on, don't i get to defend myself? where's justice in that?" he narrowed his eyes at you, a taunting smirk forming on his lips. you're not surprised - an experienced high-ranking officer plays to his strengths, and hoshina soshiro does so well in provoking you to action.

as if on cue, the woman in the film moaned, but you and soshiro weren't even looking. he is focused on you this time, waiting for you to bite his dare. you were trying your best to steel your expression, but amusement was apparent in your eyes when you caught soshiro staring at your lips.

the flesh is weak indeed.

you felt soshiro grin into the kiss, happy with his victory - you initiated first contact, your lips touching his gently, your breath mingling with his. "can we turn that shit off please?" soshiro suggested, his left hand connecting with your cheek, his palm spanning up to your jaw, his thumb at the corner of your lips. you parted your mouth and licked the finger while making eye contact with him. "fuck it", soshiro cursed before grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into him.

it was not hard to bring you under him, and this is hardly your first time being intimate with the vice-captain of the anti-kaiju defense force's third division. it is embarrassing to already be this breathless when soshiro has barely done anything to you. his weight partially on you, he is impossibly close as his lips find the soft spot near your throat. you closed your eyes tightly, feeling soshiro drag his kisses lower and lower until he had to lift the collar of the blouse you were wearing so he could reach the skin the fabric was covering.

soshiro groaned when he discovered you were not wearing a bra underneath. he took off your clothes in one smooth motion and you did not resist. he nibbled at your collarbone, his breath fanning against your already heated skin. the temperature rise is apparent, and you feel burning up. "do you still think i kiss like that?" soshiro asked you, but the question almost did not register with you. your laugh turned into a sharp gasp as he trailed kisses down the valley of your chest, his deft fingers now working on the sensitive buds of your breasts.

"oh my fucking god", you swore. you are sure soshiro could hear your heartbeat now, and your pants got heavier as he held both of your wrists down the mattress over your head, limiting your movements.

"stay still for me," he requested, continuing his descent down your body. "baby."

soshiro had always preferred calling you by your name but he is also very generous with the pet names when he wants to get something from you. so far, his trick has never failed him.

"s-skip", your voice was husky from the tension. "skip that, i want you now." it's not that you are bored by foreplay, it's just that you are too wet now and if your boyfriend spends one more minute tracing patterns on your skin, you're afraid you would throw a fit.

impatience looks good on you, he was tempted to say. soshiro finally relented and released your arms from his grip. he kneeled in front of you, parting your legs. enough to make you squirm, soshiro seemed to be enjoying this game - he has a particular habit of taking his time with you, but as he takes off your pants and underwear, you realized he is just being torturously slow right now. a rough groan escaped you when you felt him bite you lightly; you clamped a hand over your mouth in reflex.

"you drive me crazy", soshiro said as he snatched your hand away, putting it at your sides. he gives you one final searing kiss before entering you. the world melted away.

your brain could not keep up with soshiro's actions anymore. one second you are looking up at him, and the next he had flipped your positions, your body hovering his now. your thighs on both sides of his torso, you relied on his hands on your hips, guiding you through the motions. up and down, up and down, you did not want it to end, and when you paused to catch your breath, soshiro had taken it upon himself to fuck up into you. "i'm close," you warned him when he picked up the pace.

that didn't take long, he thought. this is not your first rodeo -pun intended - so he knows you are more likely to cum faster when you are on top of him. ever the gentleman, he held your waist, lifting you a little, pushing inside you at a speed and angle that felt so good your body seized.

"soshiro, f-" he didn't cease moving, his mouth latching on yours, silencing your loud moans. tremors consumed you, a hot flush crawling from your belly outwards until your toes were curling with pleasure.

chasing his own orgasm now, soshiro did not have the self-control to stop the way his hips were moving, one of his hands left your hip to settle on your tits. you arched your back at the sensation. "say you want me to come inside you", he told you.

"i need you to come inside me." soshiro did not need to ask twice. scared that your knees would give out, you leaned into him and stared at his eyes.

desire overwhelmed soshiro and you watched him combust.

"you okay?" soshiro was the one to break the silence, your body slumped over his, unmoving. "did i hurt you?" the two of you are still trying to recover, and it warms you to know that even in this situation, his first thought is to find out if you are well. eyes still shut, you did not respond.

soshiro smacked you in the ass.

"you literally just fucked my brains out." and you're literally still inside me. you aimed to sound more forceful, but exhausted from your earlier activities, it came out weak. your head on his chest, you heard the rumble of his chuckle.

"oh god", he replied. "i gotta let you choose the movie next time too", he said, his hand on your hair.

you sighed quietly, sleep threatening to claim you. in the background, you can still hear the faint dialogue of the movie you and your boyfriend were supposed to watch.

#hoshina soshiro x reader #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina x reader #soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #hoshina #hoshina soshiro fic #kaiju no.8 x reader #kaijuu 8 gou #kn8 x reader #i feel like this is bad lol #im gonna have to write a few more to steady myself #WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH #hoshina soshiro smut #soshiro hoshina smut

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eliza-and-her-monsters · 3 months ago

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back w/ more horny brainrot

argue with the wall!! <3

i think tae and kafka could maybe be switched though

rin is also mostly a top but not as much as hoshina so i had to put her as a switch </3

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kaiju n8 #kaijuu 8 gou #kaiju number 8 #kaiju no. eight #kn8 anime #kn8 narumi #kn8 smut #kn8 hoshina #kn8 #mina ashiro #mina ashiro kn8 #ashiro mina #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #reno ichikawa

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miharuki · 8 months ago

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

The loss of Kafka tore your heart apart, and the brutal injustice he suffered transformed your grief into something even more devastating: an insatiable hunger for revenge. Kafka was your brother, the one who always fought for good, who never chose the monstrous destiny forced upon him. He was the bond that kept you whole, and now, with his death, everything around you feels like it’s falling apart.

The world never saw Kafka for who he really was. To them, he was just another kaiju, a threat to be eradicated. But you knew the truth. You knew Kafka was human to his very core, even when facing the fury and prejudice of others. He sacrificed himself for a world that never gave him a chance. And the Defense Force, with their unyielding vision, sealed his fate with a merciless, inhumane execution.

When you went to Isao Shinomiya, begging, nearly tearing apart your own dignity to try to save Kafka, all you found was coldness. Isao understood the depth of the bond between you, he knew the suffering this would cause, but none of it softened his decision. Kafka was sentenced as a criminal, even though he was the most honest and compassionate soul you had ever known.

In the darkness of your room, you plan every detail of your revenge. All of Kafka’s memories, all the joy, the dreams he once shared with you, have now been reduced to a numbered weapon, a mere instrument in the hands of those who took his life. The Defense Force turned Kafka into a mechanical memory, and the pain of injustice burns within you like a fire that won't die out.

As you look at the documents and photos scattered across your room, a new plan begins to take shape. Every person who conspired in that decision — every member who raised a weapon or consented to your brother's death — will have to answer for it. You are prepared to go to any lengths, even to ally with Kaiju No. 9, the very enemy Kafka fought to eradicate if it means securing justice for him.

Kafka deserves peace. He deserves someone to fight for him as he fought for so many others. And you will make every one of them pay. This is the promise you make to your brother: they won’t escape unscathed.

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lumiambrose · 10 months ago

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✰ you know i want you

featuring: soshiro hoshina x f!reader

summary: your boyfriend has come home from a tiring day of work, being his darling girlfriend, you help him relax.

warnings: smut, p in v, petnames (doll, darling, angel, sweet thing), degrading if you squint, surprisingly vanilla, fingering, service dom hoshina

it’s no surprise when the door to your dorm slides open, revealing your boyfriend, breathless and covered in sweat, slowly making his way towards you. by now, you’re quite familiar with this routine. being the vice captain of the third division comes with a mountain of responsibilities and more stress than you can fathom. so when your sweet boyfriend approaches you, you know exactly what to do.

without hesitation, you remove your shirt, exposing your bare chest to him. he follows suit, taking off his own garments before reaching the edge of your bed.

he wastes no time as his lips lock onto yours, devouring you in a frenzy of wet kisses. the kiss is hungry and desperate as his tongue dances with yours, allowing him to finally taste you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

soshiro breaks your kiss for a moment and sucks a trail of wet kisses down your neck, possessively marking you for any man who would dare look your way. “long day at work?” you let out in a breathy chuckle as you arch into him, wanting more.

he nibbles at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. “mhm. missed ya so much, doll,” he whispers, his voice laced with desire.

soshiro gently pushes you back onto your bed, caging you between his toned figure. you squirm under his touch, evidently knowing what comes next. his fingers trace the curve of your hip, making their way down to the band of your shorts. in one swift motion, soshiro pulls your shorts and panties down, leaving you naked and exposed.

the air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the way your body is heating up, you pull him closer by his neck as a silent plea for more. soshiro seizes the opportunity laid out for him as he traces his fingers along your wet folds. he takes his sweet time circling your clit, savoring the way your face contorts under his touch.

“mm, ‘shiro,” you moan, your hips bucking in response to his fingers. “please, no more teasing. need you so bad.” he smirks and slides a finger inside you, stretching you out and preparing you for him. his thumb continues to dance around your clit, drawing more lewd sounds from your lips.

soshiro's free hand travels up to cups your breast, pinching your perk nipple between his fingers. you gasp at the touch, your back arching off the bed. he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, your breath hitching with every twist. the mix of pleasure on your clit and tits making you clench down on your captain's fingers.

"god angel, you're so tight," he utters, his voice thick with lust.

you can't help but whimper as you try to retort, "not my fault. you’re so big."

he chuckles, removing his fingers from your slick folds. "damn right. let me show you just how big i am," he growls, hooking a leg over his shoulder and lining himself up at your entrance. in one powerful thrust, he fills you completely, making you cry out for him.

he begins to move inside you at a cruel page, his thrusts deep and powerful. your need grows with each thrust as you rock your hips to meet him each time. you can barely think straight with how good his cock is pounding into your warm cunt, already nearing your orgasm.

soshiro's grip on your hips tightens and his thrusts become more frantic, more desperate. "fuck, yer so tight, my sweet little cumslut," he coos. "i'm close, you gonna let me cum inside of you, hm? let me fill you up?."

"fuck- shiro, gonna cum too! please- please, fill me, fill me with your cum ," you moan, your body trembling as you approach your own high.

he slams into you one final time, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed deep inside you. you cry out in pleasure as your body convulses as you reach your own climax. the pleasure washes over you, leaving you completely fucked out for the vice captian, your boyfriend.

once he pulls out, letting his cum ooze out of your messy hole, he reaches for the bedside table, grabbing his phone. before you even process his actions, he’s already snapped a photo of your, dick-dazed state. specifically of his hot, sticky cum oozing out of your now-empty pussy. a smirk plays on his lips as he admires the image, before tucking his phone away. “gonna use that well in the future, doll,” he winks before sliding into bed next to you.

“that’s unfair! shouldn’t i get something in return too?” you tease, expecting your boyfriend to laugh off your comment. “is that so, darlin’?” he mocks before handing you his phone and maneuvering himself on top of you once again. “then let me put on a show for you, sweet thing.”

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

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lulusaquariumm · 7 months ago

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Breakup sex with ur fav n hes all rough with you and manhandling u into all his favorite positions because he wants to make sure you remember his dick is the only one that makes u feel this good and make u cum that hard >.<

#this is so unbelievably self indulgent cs I just had this happen last night #with your favs #jjk x reader smut #haikyuu x reader smut #bsd x reader smut #bleach x reader smut #kaijuu no. 8 smut #kakashi x reader

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sum1magical · 9 months ago

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UHM HELLO?! THIS IS SO HOT 🥴🥴 ALSO, LETS NOT TALK ABOUT THE PART WHERE I HAD TO KEEP GOOGLE-ING THEM WORDS CAUSE IM STUPID (NOT COMPLAINING THIS WAS SO WELL WRITTEN ITS JUST ME AND MY VOCABULARY SPEAKING) LOVE THIS SO MUCH💋💋💋

PARAMOUR ⋆✦⋆ hoshina soshiro

synopsis ➸ hoshina is used to getting strange messages as a well-known member of the defense force, but a sexy photo from a random number really catches him off guard. what starts as something casual soon becomes an obsession

tags ➸ strangers to lovers, male mastúrbation, semi-public sèx, dirty talking, bíting, rough séx, manhandling, fingêring, sqùirting, cunnìlingus, overstimúlation, unprotected sèx, multiple orgàsms, spánking, anàl fingèring, hair pulling, slight asphýxiation

wc ➸ 9.1k

The deafening silence of the empty office pressed in on Soshiro from all sides like a smothering weight. He let out an audible groan, dropping his forehead into his upturned palm as boredom gnawed at his already frayed nerves.

Seriously, what fresh hell was this endless stack of paperwork even for?

He eyed the precarious towers of manila folders and disheveled reports littering his desk - each one housing enough dull legalese and procedural jumbo to induce the kind of brain-melting boredom even seasoned bureaucrats would balk at. Fuck, at this point he'd almost welcome a random kaiju attack in the middle of downtown just for the sheer distraction.

At least kicking some oversized lizard's ass would briefly scratch that primal itch simmering beneath his skin - the one begging for furious physicality, adrenaline, and the raw thrill of combat after weeks trapped behind this goddamn desk.

A humorless chuckle rumbled up from Soshiro's broad chest at the mere thought. Yeah, because getting flattened into a fine red mist by a rampaging leviathan's club-sized fists was definitely preferable to revisiting the third subsection of this month's payroll audit one more...fucking...time...

He squeezed his eyes shut and dragged both calloused palms down his stubble-lined jawline, barely restraining the urge to howl out his rising frustrations to the empty room. This shit was supposed to be a means to an end - a temporary detour strengthening his administrative credentials. Not some sadistic exercise in lobotomizing his last shreds of patience and morale with each passing hour.

Just as the thought crossed his mind to start browsing apartment listings for some remote mountain monastery, a sudden shrill beep sliced through the stifling silence like a thunderclap.

Soshiro jolted ramrod straight in his creaky desk chair, hand instinctively whipping out to snatch up his vibrating cellphone with the honed reflexes of a lifelong combatant. Eyes narrowed and hyper-focused, he scanned the bright display with a mixture of apprehension and deeply buried need for some, any external stimuli to crack this stagnant purgatory wide open.

12:37 AM...

So much for that hoped-for kaiju attack interruption. It seemed a mundane text notification would have to scratch that itch for now, no matter how minuscule. He swiped his thumb across the illuminated screen to reveal the sender—and felt his brows knitting together in a bemused frown.

Unknown Number?

Well, that was...unusual, to say the least. The mysterious digits blinked up at him innocently from the display, unlisted sender with zero context beyond those stark alphanumerics. No name, no identifying icon or thumbnail - absolutely no context whatsoever to indicate whether this could be a legitimate communique from JAKDF command or, at worst...spam?

Despite himself, Soshiro's curiosity spiked as he stared down the glowing text preview like a viper coiled to strike. With little else capturing his rapt attention at present, solving the mystery of this bizarre late-night message had suddenly become priority numero uno.

Besides, you never knew - maybe the universe was feeling generous and decided to toss him an intriguing lure during this agonizing dry spell after all? A tempting breadcrumb leading somewhere far more tantalizing than dredging through paperwork until his mind liquefied completely?

Curiosity rapidly snowballing into outright temptation, Soshiro swiped open the strange notification before rational thought could intervene. He barely registered the loading symbol flickering across the display precursor before—

"What the everloving fuck..."

The sibilant curse punched through his parted lips of its own accord as his vision abruptly swam with eddies of smooth, unmarred skin. Shapely feminine curves blurred together in tantalizing motion across the small screen - a tangled vista of exposed backs and sensual valleys utterly devoid of context beyond sheer gratuitous indecency.

That is, until Soshiro's stare honed in on the breathtaking centerpiece with visceral intensity and everything fell into deliriously filthy place.

There, brazenly showcased against the dimness of some half-glimpsed bedroom backdrop, the gloriously unobstructed view of a stranger's pert little ass packed into lacy crimson lingerie flooded his senses with molten lust. His mouth went instantly dry as the tantalizing hint of a matching negligee top riding up hinted at the feminine bounty lying just out of eyeshot overhead.

It wasn't just some indiscriminate thirst trap or porno clip blasted to his device...no, this was clearly a meticulously framed personal photo angled with lush, sensual deliberation for maximum impact. Soshiro found his hungry gaze skating down the indecent thigh gap and sleek inward curves with unstoppable greed despite himself.

Just as he gulped down a fresh inhale to reestablish equilibrium, the glowing words accompanying the scandalous photo finally swam back into focus at last.

Wait! Oh god, I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to send that to this number, please delete right aw—

Soshiro couldn't bite back his derisive snort quickly enough, already envisioning the startled panic blossoming on his mystery admirer's flushed features. How precious...his angelic little minx was simply begging for forgiveness after doling out such glorious sin completely unbidden, wasn't she?

Well, far be it for him to disappoint such a winsome supplicant desperate for penance. With a few deft taps, he fired off a response dripping with his signature insouciance and devil-may-care mirth. Can't rattle the cage too harshly too soon, after all...not when such interesting prey was already slipping into his web of its own delicious volition.

You know, most girls avoid sending nudes to randoms like the plague. I'd hate to think my night's entertainment was a total accident...

Send. Soshiro leaned back in his squeaky desk chair with a lewd grin painted across his rugged mug, shamelessly giving the scandalous photo one more unhurried perusal in all its provocative glory before clicking the save button.

His appreciation of feminine beauty aside, a delicious new game had fallen into Soshiro's lap - one he had no intention of dismissing so easily, not when the howling boredom had left him starved for stimulation. With a low hum of simmering relish, he swirled the scotch beside his overflowing inbox patiently, waiting to see how this encounter would unfurl.

The reply pinged through quicker than expected, those same mystery digits blinking across his lockscreen accompanied by a fresh message preview:

Well if you insist on holding me hostage... maybe return the favor so we're not total strangers? ;)

Soshiro couldn't quite suppress the rakish grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he swiped the notification open. So his coy little minx was feeling emboldened after the impromptu nude's unintended delivery, was she? Doubling down on baiting him into an equal display rather than beating a hasty retreat with her tail between her legs?

He had to give the girl credit - she definitely had a spark of audacity burning beneath all that stammered apology. A fact that only served to stoke the rising flames of Soshiro's prurient interest more intensely. After all, what was life without chasing down the occasional daring conquest to really get one's blood pumping hot and hard?

Rather than firing off a response, Soshiro leaned back in his desk chair and allowed his burning gaze to slowly wander back up toward the scandalous photo still illuminating his device's display. That flawless expanse of soft skin sculpted over those delicious feminine curves...the lush crimson lace cupping such an exquisite ass it practically deserved to be bronzed...god, he could perfectly picture palming every lush inch while grinding his throbbing—

A tiny grunt of arousal nearly punched free before he could bite the sound down. Soshiro shifted subtly, suddenly and keenly aware of the uncomfortable tightness rapidly straining against the front of his trousers with every heated exhalation.

Fucking hell...just the sight of this random thirst trap was already fully capable of reducing him to white-knuckled want like some overeager virgin again? What strange power did his mysterious online woman wield to already have him half-delirious without even so much as a face or name to attach those stunning assets to?

Still, even as his smirk deepened with rueful self-awareness, Soshiro found himself cradling his swiftly swelling cock through the fabric with his free palm. He shamelessly drank in the image anew, allowing the full effect of such raw, lush indecency to blossom in heated flushes across his skin.

Just watching that tempting bounce of ass cradled in those clinging crimson ribbons was enough to make pre-cum drool from his straining tip already. To reduce the normally unshakable monster hunter to such a pathetic, needy state pulsing with single-minded longing.

And wasn't that just the bitter irony of it all? After countless brushes with the most catastrophic behemoths to ever tread this earth, finally some faceless online tart had him untethered and howling for relief like a bitch in heat...all because she'd slipped him a tantalizing peek at her sweet little body wrapped up in silk and sin with no thought beyond teasing him mindless, surely.

Well...two could play at that particular game of torment, couldn't they? Because Soshiro wasn't one to leave any challenge unanswered once the gauntlet of temptation was thrown...no matter how salacious the battlefield.

With a few decisive swipes of his thumb, he typed out a reply already dripping with dark promise:

Careful now...you don't want to go whetting a strange man's appetite without being fully prepared for the consequences, little one. Why don't you keep those pretty pics coming and we'll see if you're entertaining enough to earn your peek later...?

Soshiro could only imagine the scandalized shiver rippling down his anonymous admirer's spine at his blatant disregard for propriety. Could picture the hunger dawning behind those wide, naive eyes as she realized this hunt had found its predator ready to prowl regardless of innocence or intent.

Grinning like the wolf he was, Soshiro fired off the challenge before sliding his free hand down to fully unfasten his belt buckle. The telltale hiss of leather parting and metal clanking punctuated the sudden silence like a thunderclap. He didn't even try to stifle the groan of relief surging through him as he popped his swollen cock free of its confines.

God, the mere anticipation of watching his little mystery slut send even more scandalous pictures had him painfully rigid...aching with the sheer need to thrust into something warm and wet and tight. Something that would milk his heavy cock for all it was worth until he exploded into ecstatic release and stained that perfect skin with his filthy, sticky claim.

Shameless, depraved fantasies aside, Soshiro knew it was far more satisfying to draw this little game out with slow, calculated precision. To make his unknown admirer dance in just the right way before offering the ultimate reward of a face and name to put behind those tempting curves and sinful lingerie.

Besides, a little patience would make the eventual payoff all the more savory, wouldn't it?

The rhythmic tapping of Soshiro's pen ricocheted off the office walls with maddening consistency once more, each percussive beat drilling deeper into his skull. He squinted down at the seemingly endless cascade of forms and files proliferating across his desk in fresh waves - the mere sight enough to rekindle that special breed of existential torture reserved solely for bureaucratic busywork.

At least this time around, a delicious new distraction kindled in the back of his mind like the cherry-red ember of a cigarette glowing defiant in the gloom.

His mystery online admirer had fallen conspicuously silent since their heated exchange the previous evening. No response to his boldly suggestive demand for further entertainment, no follow-up photos teasing the identity behind that world-class ass shot seared into the backs of his eyelids whenever they drifted shut.

Still, the blessed anticipation of further correspondence made each in terminable hour hunched over these godforsaken requisitions just a little more bearable. The potential for some wicked mischief to unravel amidst the tedium sat there like a baited hook, only needing to be set and reeled with the right provocation...

A wry grin tugged at the corner of Soshiro's mouth as the notion solidified. Why not test those tantalizing waters and see if his conquest could be lured out from whatever shadows she currently stalked? Give the poor girl's nerves one more tweak to see if sparks flew in either direction again?

With a few deft strides across his cramped office quarters, Soshiro freed his cellphone from where it rested on the windowsill and thumbed open the strangers' thread without preamble. The suggestive photo she'd teased him with the night before winked up at him from the display impishly, daring him to indulge in another lascivious perusal and rekindle those delicious embers of want.

Smirking despite himself, Soshiro wasted no time in firing off a barb of his own in retaliation:

You know, a guy could start feeling insecure when his favorite anonymous admirer deprives him of their...artistic talents for so long at a time. Figured you just got cold feet about properly entertaining me again later tonight?

He punctuated the deliberate provocation with a few choice emojis - tongue poked out in saucy challenge beside the peach icon for good measure. Let the girl chew on the not-so-subtle reminders of what scorching delights awaited should she decide to keep pushing those buttons purposefully.

The response was nearly instantaneous, buzzing through with a lively ding that kickstarted Soshiro's pulse instantly:

Lol yeah right you wish! For all I know you're just some wrinkly old perv fapping to me behind that screen...what makes you think you've earned another show after that?

He barked out an audible laugh at the saucy rejoinder, already eagerly firing back another round:

Guilty as charged on that second part, although I can promise my appreciation for the female form hasn't dulled with age one bit. As for earning my keep though...? That's exactly why I keep asking nicely for you to come up with some better reference material, babe. Gotta be prepared in case you live up to my wildest hopes after all...

The banter flowed like a raging current between them after that, punctuated by lulls where Soshiro could practically envision his mysterious chat partner stewing in feverish consternation over what salacious retort to fling back into the fray next. All the while, his eyes kept skating back to that tantalizing photo as if magnetized - drinking in the sumptuous lines and valleys with helpless relish as his neglected cock rapidly swelled.

Before his mind could fully register the passage of time, Soshiro's wristwatch began chirping out the late hour. Startled, he glanced at the device in shock - only to find nearly an entire evening had fled by in the blink of an eye while their flirtatious volleys dragged him deeper and deeper into temptation's swirling vortex.

Around him, stacks of overlooked paperwork blanketed every conceivable surface like the fallout of some administrative apocalypse. The forgotten chaos was a stark reminder of just how thoroughly this torrid game of tease and chase had eclipsed every other distraction vying for his attention mere hours ago.

Yet despite the damning wake of unfinished busywork surrounding him, Soshiro couldn't quite muster the appropriate shame or regret over being so thoroughly derailed yet again. Not when the hunger gnawing at the pit of his belly felt so sweetly sated for once - if only by the mere prospect of his sultry correspondent finally revealing her true tantalizing colors in the flesh rather than suggestive neon...

He sank back against the desk's unforgiving edge with a ragged sigh, absently palming the impressive swell tenting his pants shamelessly. There'd be no blissfully obliterating climax to cap off the evening's indecencies tonight, he acknowledged - not without a few more chess moves needing to play out first amid this deliciously charged stalemate.

But the sweet anticipation of that final reckoning, of bending this faceless siren to his whims and uncovering whether she was truly worth his deepening ardor? Why, that singular promise alone would sustain Soshiro through a thousand more agonizing, soul-sucking paper prisons if required.

After all, he wasn't some wet-behind-the-ears ingenue to be so easily caught up in a few torrid heat waves and saucy nothings fired across the digital ether. No, he was a creature of focus and discipline honed to an unyielding edge through endless trials of mind and body alike.

So the mere fact that this mysterious hedonist had already captivated his attentions so thoroughly was worth every second of unbearable restraint flexed...for now. Until the dam inevitably cracked and every unspoken longing could be drowned out in the rapturous floodwaters they'd summoned together with each lurid photo and breathy promise whispered out across the glowing night.

The digital flashing of the bedside clock seared 3:17 AM into Soshiro's bleary vision as he blinked himself awake yet again. A ragged sigh rattled up from his chest while he scrubbed both palms over his stubbly jawline in aggravation.

Another goddamn sleepless night starring down the barrel of his cellphone like an addict seeking that next hit of delirious, addictive sin...

Except his particular vice took the form of whispered indecencies typed out in rapidfire beside the tantalizing bounce of a strangers' ass packed into skimpy red lace. The image alone was practically tattooed behind his eyelids at this point despite the weeks having slipped by since its fateful arrival.

With a low growl, Soshiro rolled over onto his side and thumbed open his phone's lockscreen to reveal that familiar thread glowing from the display. Sure enough, those same mystery digits blinked up at him innocently amid the suggestive emoji exchanges and playful taunts that had rapidly become his sole beacon during the tedium of long, empty nights.

A tendril of frustrated heat coiled low in his abdomen as he gave the photo one more relentless perusal from top to bottom. How many more agonizing nocturnal hours had slipped by with his calloused palm chafing over his aching cock to this lone cherished trophy while sweating through fevered fantasies about getting his mouth all over those tantalizing curves in the flesh?

Too damn many to tally, that was for certain. And all without a single new breadcrumb to stoke these relentless hungers further beyond her unashamed goading and the occasional saucy comeback fired off across the digital divide.

A sudden volley of renewed buzzing from the device clutched in his free hand made Soshiro's eyes blow wide with a startling clarity. There it was again - the telltale signal of his elusive siren resurfacing to tease and taunt in equal measure no matter the hour.

He didn't bother checking the incoming missive at first, content to simply drag the moment out as long as humanly possible. To savor the frissons of electric expectation crackling over every hypersensitive nerve ending while his thumb hovered over the notification icon.

Whatever delirious promises or filthy demands awaited this time, Soshiro would commit each syllable to memory like divine scripture before inevitably spiraling further down the lust-maddened rabbit hole keeping his addict's hungers in perpetual torment...

My my, somebody's grinding that axe pretty hard again this evening, aren't they? Just couldn't resist seeing if I'm still in heat for you...?

There it was - that same impertinent lilt wrapped around every irreverent turn of phrase that made Soshiro's spent cock twitch with renewed interest. He pictured her pretty lips curved around those brazen taunts with dark amusement, lush and kiss-swollen from his attentions while coy innocence swam in her siren's stare despite the increasingly indecent game taking shape.

I figured you'd lost my number by now, baby. A girl could start getting insecure if her biggest fan went totally dark for days like this...

He fired back the retort immediately, eager to goad her into leaning into the charged heat steadily building between their forms once more across the miles. Wasn't often he encountered somebody so thoroughly game to trade blistering salvos without breaking stride.

On the contrary, gorgeous...felt like giving you breathing room before my thirst started feeling too heavy to bear. Figured you could use a break from me obsessing over that sweet little peach in your last shot.

Thankfully, her saucy reply was instantaneous - complete with a choice peach emoji of her own that made Soshiro's cock pulse between his thighs eagerly.

Awww, how considerate of you handsome! But you must know by now there's no such thing as 'too thirsty' for this lil peach when it's earned the privilege ;) I'd say we're WELL past due for you to sample the fruit while it's still ripe for the picking...

Soshiro swallowed hard, already picturing the scene with visceral intensity - him pinning that perfect, shapely ass down onto his tongue to suck and lave worship into every lush crease and sinful fold while she came undone above him. So lost to rapture that those taunting words melted into litanies of shattered prayer under his relentless tongue...

A sharp trill from the distress alarm made him startle abruptly from the spiraling fantasy, blistering promises already curling across his frayed psyche like lush vines. With an indelible groan of deepest resignation, Soshiro dragged himself upright and off the mattress to retrieve the summons that could only mean one inevitability.

Duty calls...again. Of-fucking-course it did.

The acrid stench of smoke and residual chemicals clung to Soshiro's sweat-damp form like a noxious shroud as he stalked away from the smoldering wreckage. Shrugging out of his suit's top layer, he gulped down deep, ravenous lungfuls of the cool night air in a vain bid to flush the bitter aftertaste of industrialized ruin from his mouth.

Mission success, at least on their end - the kaiju contained and any trapped civilians successfully evacuated before shit hit the fan. Soshiro chanced a glance over his shoulder at the ravaged factory and the kaiju carcass being meticulously cordoned off and documented by the cleaners. Just another harrowing Monday night at the defense force, really.

God, he couldn't wait to scrub the stench from his pores and collapse into some semblance of a recharge before inevitably being summoned topside again. Maybe he'd even get to avoid any further bullshit detours lobbed his way for once tonight...

"Hoshina!"

The sharp bark of his captain's voice sliced across the makeshift staging area, shattering that naive respite before it could fully take root. With a resigned sigh, Soshiro turned to find Mina waving him over from where she conferred with the medic lieutenant. Of course...he really should've known better, shouldn't he?

"Got a final errand for you before you check out," Ashiro rasped out without preamble as soon as he drew within earshot. "Low priority, but Arashi could use an extra hand to see one of the evacuees squared safely away. Downtown address, probably nothing more than a five-minute shuttle."

She passed him a folded slip of paper that Soshiro took automatically, already anticipating a protest bubbling up from his wearied bones. Only the full weight of Ashiro's expectant look gave him pause - because damned if the woman didn't have a preternatural way of dismantling his gruff impulses to reckless defiance before they could even unfurl fully.

Still...a damn glorified taxi service tonight of all nights? When they'd just survived another raging monster while scores of their boys risked permanent lung damage in the chemical factory? Soshiro felt the muscle in his jaw tighten imperceptibly as reason warred with the ingrained soldier's discipline inculcated over decades in the field.

Ashiro seemed to read his burgeoning objection plain as day across his set features. Before he could voice it brazenly, she stepped closer and pinned him with a pointed look from beneath her disheveled bangs.

"Look, I get it - this detour seems small after the clusterfuck you just hauled us through," she murmured, just loud enough for his ears alone. The candid solidarity laced around her normally brusque tone gave Soshiro pause once more.

"But this particular civilian..." Ashiro paused before continuing more quietly, regret pulling at the creases around her mouth. "Let's just say they've had about as shit luck as any of us trudging through that hazardous waste tonight. A bit of consideration beyond our call of duty ain't exactly gonna kill you, now is it?"

Soshiro stared back evenly for a long moment, unsure of how to parse the vague implication underscoring her simple request yet unable to dismiss it cavalierly all the same. At length, he broke eye contact with a curt nod and made to turn on his heel.

"Should've known you'd never steer me wrong, captain..." he rasped, already orienting toward the nearby transport vehicle that would complete his obligation. "I'll see our stray home safe and be back before morning briefs start...long as they don't decide to make themselves too difficult."

For some reason, a faint smile seemed to tug at the corners of Ashiro's expression at that proclamation. But all she offered was a brisk "good to know" before dismissing him to his task without further elucidation.

Not that Soshiro wasted too many brain cells lingering on her cryptic reassurances anyway. No, with the prospect of a solid night's rest twinkling before him like a shining beacon, his churning thoughts had already veered toward more...salacious distractions lying in wait.

Specifically the luscious little siren who'd been haunting his restless nights with a relentless drip-feed of illicit photos and ever more suggestive taunts volleyed across the digital ether at all hours. His fiery temptress who remained utterly shrouded in mystery beyond the tantalizing hints of feminine curves spilling over from lingerie or the occasional flashes of soft skin, tormenting him with what he still couldn't claim despite months of breathless pining.

But soon...oh so very soon if the unspoken promise lingered in her most recent teasing salvo. Soshiro refused to believe that their game of increasingly sinful escalation could continue on indefinitely, not with the way her messages had taken on an insistent urgency as if stoking the smolder of each imminent collision.

The real question was, would Soshiro expend his considerable resolve to ignore her unanswered provocation until they next crossed orbits? Or would he break down first to text her some lewd goad, unable to stand being rendered even temporarily adrift of her siren's attentions for another night longer?

He'd just settled into the grimy shuttle's cab, already reaching for his cellphone tucked in his pants pocket when his eyes flickered over the expectant figure seated across from him amid the vehicle's gloom. Soshiro felt his formerly resolute focus rupture completely as all context scattered from his muddled psyche at the sight of the woman staring straight back at him with undisguised pique.

You...

He knew those pouty, lush lips immediately despite the shadows obscuring most of your figure - the same pillowed contours that had starred across countless lurid photos fired off without context nor identity attached. The exact sumptuous mouth that promised to lave unrestrained worship across his cock in delirious soliloquies whenever he tormented himself with those forbidden snapshots late into the night...

As if magnetized, Soshiro's unblinking crimson stare roamed over the rest of your features in a slow, scorching perusal. That flawless visage and familiar cheekbones so tantalizingly obscured across his grainy camera roll now sprang into sublime clarity before him. And those molten eyes, blazing with unabashed annoyance and challenge in equal measure from beneath thick sooty lashes...

It couldn't be, and yet the impossible truth slammed into Soshiro with the force of a physical blow, stealing his labored breaths despite himself. Because somehow...some way...his indecently worshipped digital goddess had manifested into the flesh right before his stunned senses.

A shrill chirp from his jacket shattered the weighted trance, alerting him to another text undoubtedly languishing from his torrid muse amidst the darkness. Yet there was no need to check the sender ident now - not when Soshiro had finally placed the alluring pieces into their deliriously complete puzzle at last.

Your head swiveled sharply at the sudden vibration, irises flaring wide before locking onto his transfixed stare with that same razor edge he'd hungrily committed to fantasy. The undisguised surprise mingling with the annoyance etched across your striking features made Soshiro's mouth go instantly dry.

"Well?" you huffed out that smoky alto woven of sin and temptation itself, upper lip curling into a petulant sneer as he drank you in helplessly. "Are you just gonna sit there staring at me like a creep all night? Or do you plan on telling me why in the hell I'm being detained after getting checked over for—"

Soshiro couldn't bite back the low, rasping chuckle that punched free from his broad chest before you could finish your indignant diatribe. He watched in mounting delight as confusion and shock rippled over your stunning visage in turn, replacing the fiery censure with naked befuddlement.

Rather than giving voice to the thousand fevered thoughts whirling through his muddled consciousness, Soshiro allowed his eyes to drift down your seated form deliberately. To roam over the sumptuous curves cradled by those snug little skirt and lush thighs splayed carelessly before him with open greed.

And there, positioned at the perfect vantage point to torment and tempt from the shadows, winked that unmistakably familiar glint of rose-gold metal clinging to the subtle flare of your hip. He locked on the stylishly sleek phone case with ravenous intensity, as if mesmerized by the scant glimpses of lingerie-clad flesh all over again for the first time.

Only now, the reality of his indecent muse's identity grounded the feverish imaginings into sublime truth made manifest before him. That sinful soliloquy would drip straight from your plush lips with tangible smokiness rather than mere pixels spun into fantasy across dimly lit screens...

You bristled as that low, heady laugh swelled anew in response to his ravenous assessment. Every line of your body tightened, drawing his eye inexorably from the elegant column of your throat down to the gentle swell of cleavage unintentionally accentuated beneath thin cotton.

"Okay buddy, I'm not sure what your deal is here," you snapped, crossing your arms defensively over your chest in a subconscious flare of modesty. "But if you don't knock off the creeper staring contest in about three seconds, I'll—"

But Soshiro cut off your indignant threat with a few precise strides forward into the shuttles cramped interior. Your eyes blew comically wide as he loomed into your space without ceremony or preamble, forcing you to crane your neck back to meet his piercing ruby regard from beneath shuttered lashes.

"Careful now, sweet cheeks," he rumbled, pitching his voice into that liquid velvet rasp that made you visibly shudder despite yourself. "Can't go making threats like that against the Vice Commander of one of the city's finest frontline combat division, now can you?"

He watched your throat work convulsively on a sharp inhalation, entire body tensed as every muscle hummed with sudden hyper-awareness. Yet rather than retreating or shrinking beneath his implacable proximity, you seemed to draw every ounce of sultry defiance forward in one single glare of molten incredulity.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you rasped out in naked disbelief. "There's no way you're—"

"Hoshina Soshiro, in the scorching flesh after being subjected to your torments day in and out," he crooned, deliberately pitching each word into the lower registers that stroked over your hypersensitive nerve endings. "Although I have to say...not a single nude or vulgar emoji barrage could ever hope to capture how utterly exquisite you are up close like this, gorgeous."

At last, blessed recognition dawned behind your widening eyes alongside the flickering embers of unmistakable heat. Soshiro watched with relish as your spine straightened from its defensive hunch, shoulders squaring instinctively as you studied him with ravenous consideration anew.

"Then I have to say, you put those brooding hero shots all over the news to absolute shame, stud..." you murmured with a subtle shift closer to his looming silhouette that drew a predatory growl from somewhere deep in Soshiro's chest.

He responded by closing the remaining distance until your parted thighs cradled his muscular bulk with barely a sliver of space for propriety between. Threading one meaty palm into the lustrous tresses cascading down your back, Soshiro tilted your head until your gazes locked and mingled harsh breaths in the electric divide.

"Well then," he husked against the velvet pout of your lips with molten promise flowing from his tongue at last. "Now that the masks have fallen completely...how about we get this firestorm started properly for once, kitten?"

You swayed into his hulking frame with infinite grace, nose brushing his in a deliberate tease that made his engorged cock throb between clenched thighs. Yet rather than finally bridging that last electrified inch, you simply cracked one corner of your mouth higher in a smile sharp enough to sunder atoms.

"Mmm...thought you'd never ask," you purred, smoky voice caressing over Soshiro's nerves like a physical brand.

Unable to resist claiming a taste after so many agonizing nights spent fantasizing, he surged forward to seal his mouth over yours in a searing glide. You moaned shamelessly into the velvet heat of his insistent tongue delving between your parted lips to plunder and map every slick crevice with greedy fervor.

"Fuck..." Soshiro groaned without breaking the filthy glide of your mingled breaths. "Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby girl."

He punctuated the growled praise by dragging you forward with the hand fisted in your silken hair. Your plush chest crushed against the sleek bulwark of his torso as your throats undulated in shared rapture, allowing zero space for propriety to linger between your rapidly aligning forms.

"Easy there..." you managed to pant out against the scorching brand of his mouth, all honeyed sin. "We've still got a few things to sort out before the real fun even starts..."

Soshiro snarled wordlessly in response, free hand snapping out to cinch around the lush flare of your hip and grind your molten cores together mercilessly. The delirious friction of your bodies sliding in sinful tandem made you both keen out twin whimpers of blissful torment.

Rather than relent beneath the bruising onslaught of Soshiro's feverish demands, you allowed one elegant fingernail to trail from the nape of his neck all the way down the bulwark of carved granite at his nape. Every flex and shiver of tensed muscle rippling beneath your teasing caress drew a fresh hiss through his gritted teeth.

"Like...how does a sweet little tease like me end up on your very important list for playing naughty delivery girl, hmm?" you purred against the heated line of his stubbled jaw, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek deliciously. "Last I checked, my selfie skills didn't quite qualify as acts of civic duty, handsome..."

Soshiro allowed himself to be tugged into the sensual sway of your taunting seduction, relishing how every sultry note bleeding from those honeyed lips seemed to vibrate straight through to his throbbing length grinding against your soaked heat at last. When your mouth skated over his in a ghosting brush, teeth raking his bottom lip in passing, his ragged groan punched up from somewhere primordial stirring awake in his abdomen at last.

"Your guess is as good as mine, gorgeous," he husked against the sinful pout you presented like forbidden fruit begging to be devoured. "Although if you really think I'm gonna waste the first taste of this sweet pussy on dull conversation..."

He emphasized the vow by slamming his hips up against yours in a visceral grind, fitting the swollen ridge of his cock directly between your molten folds with devastating friction. You jolted against him with a shattered whimper, head lolling back in unmistakable ecstasy as every lush curve undulated with rising fever.

"Then you've got another thing coming, don't you kitten?" Soshiro growled with merciless intent, already shucking his jacket down over his forearms to free up hands dedicated solely to mapping out all your most scorching hollows in graphic worship.

Before you could peel back another insolent retort, he sealed his mouth over the frantic thrum of your pulse and sank his teeth into the soft skin of your neck in a vicious bite. The sound that ripped from your chest could only be described as a keening howl, torn free as if by force and ringing throughout the small space.

Soshiro's answering snarl of savage victory was muffled against your neck as his fingers clawed into the plush flesh of your thighs and forced them wide in one brutal shove. In response, you simply curled your calves around the hard slab of his lower back, anchoring him into place with no room to spare between your joined bodies.

"Fucking hell, baby girl..." he ground out through clenched teeth as you rocked and writhed against his grinding cock, seeking friction like a mindless creature. "If this is your way of trying to get me fired...it's fucking working."

"Not...trying anything..." you managed to gasp out in broken fragments, eyes rolling back in their sockets with every roll of his hips grinding his bulging arousal directly over the soaking fabric of your panties. "Just...fuck...wanted...to give my hero a proper thank you for—"

"By teasing the ever loving shit outta me all these weeks?" Soshiro bit off with another punishing rock of his hips that punched a breathless cry from your chest. "I'd call this a downright hostile fucking reception, princess. So tell me...how do you plan on making it up to me?"

As he spoke, one hand slid around the curve of your hip and dove beneath the elastic of your panties to stroke the molten slit of your folds directly. Your choked off moan echoed through the small space, accompanied by a fresh flood of molten arousal drenching the pad of his index finger and the sensitive flesh around it.

"Holy fuck...soaked to the goddamn bone already," he snarled with vicious approval, allowing his fingertips to glide across your engorged clit before dipping just a fraction inside the clutching entrance to your molten channel. "This tight little cunt has been waiting for my fat cock from the start, hasn't it, baby? Just like the rest of you..."

The next ragged sound that punched from your chest could only be a whimpering sob of affirmation as he sank one digit to the knuckle, stretching the tight band of muscles clenching around him desperately. His answering snarl was a feral, animalistic sound - more beast than man as he began to fingerfuck you with a punishing rhythm that sent your bodycareening forward.

"I asked you a fucking question, kitten," he growled into the sweaty column of your neck, relishing the frantic thrash of your body as he crooked his finger inside you and scissored against the molten walls. "And you better have the right answer ready by the time I get my tongue in this pretty little pussy, or else..."

You keened at the filth pouring from his lips and the wicked curl of his finger against that spot deep inside you, writhing and undulating into his touch in a sublime dance. Soshiro allowed his free palm to snap up and cinch around the fragile bones of your throat, exerting the barest hint of pressure against the thrumming artery as his mouth hovered mere inches above yours.

"Or else what?" you dared to rasp, lips brushing his with a teasing nip. "Gonna spank me like a naughty schoolgirl, Vice Commander?"

Soshiro responded by adding a second finger to the first, wedging his way inside your tight heat with a guttural groan and a fresh rush of sticky arousal. Your choked off cry rang through the shuttle car and beyond as his thumb slammed down on your engorged clit and pinched in a rolling, ruthless grind.

"Not today, baby girl," he husked with savage relish, watching in rapt delight as the molten heat pooling between your legs began to coat his wrist with every pistoning pump. "Today, I'm just going to make you cum so many times you're damn near passing out from it. Because the second you're done squirting all over my fingers and face like a filthy little whore, I'm gonna fuck you stupid."

Your eyes blew wide at the crass threat, pupils dilating so fully that only a thin rim of iris remained. You whimpered brokenly against his lips, hips rolling with wanton abandon as his fingers plunged into your soaked pussy again and again.

"That's it, sweetheart..." he rumbled, free hand winding into your silken locks and yanking back until your gaze met his in the dim lighting. "Fucking cream all over my fingers so I can taste your sweet cunt just the way I've been dreaming about for weeks now."

As if triggered by his command, your entire body jolted and quivered in his arms, arching off the seat in a violent shudder as a deluge of fresh arousal coated his fingers and palm. Your inner walls clamped down on his digits like a vice, milking his knuckles as a flood of clear fluid gushed down his wrist and soaked the seat below.

The keening cry that ripped from your chest was utterly debauched, and Soshiro drank it in with unhinged fervor as he rode out your orgasm with relentless fingers. Without wasting a moment, he withdrew his hand and hauled you up until his massive bulk sprawled across the bench.

When you could finally see through the dizzying haze of aftershocks, Soshiro held up the two fingers still dripping with the evidence of your arousal, smearing them obscenely across his tongue. He let loose a primal, guttural growl at the flavor, and then his mouth was on yours again.

The kiss was all raw, feral hunger - teeth clashing and tongues dueling as his hands shoved beneath the hem of your shirt to palm your breasts. You arched into his touch as if electrified, and then his mouth was tearing away to suck the pebbled peak of your nipple directly through the damp cotton.

"You've got ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't toss you onto the floor and fuck you stupid, baby," Soshiro snarled against the lush curve of your breast, nipping and suckling until you were keening and bucking up into his hungry maw.

"Because...oh god..." you panted, fingers digging into his shoulders with bruising force. "Because y-you promised to eat me out first…"

Soshiro reared up at that, the molten embers in his ruby eyes igniting into a full blaze. Without ceremony, his hands hooked beneath your ass and dragged you forward until your knees draped over his shoulders. "So I did, baby..." he growled, mouth poised directly over the sodden fabric of your panties.

With no further preamble, his teeth sank into the soaked lace and yanked with brutal strength. He tossed the torn fabric aside without a glance, too enraptured by the slick, puffy lips of your glistening sex mere inches from his face.

"Fuck me…" he groaned, fingers clamping down on the ample globes of your ass and yanking your dripping pussy up to meet his parted lips. His tongue swept through the silken folds in a single, broad swipe that made your hips jerk and grind against his face with wanton desperation. Soshiro chuckled against the molten heat, dark and feral, before sealing his lips around the engorged bud of your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck...fuck fuck fuck..." you chanted like a mantra, spine arching and undulating like a livewire as the wet, filthy suction of his mouth pulled a fresh surge of arousal straight from the molten depths of your cunt. Soshiro growled with ravenous approval, lapping at the nectar that poured out in a sticky stream with every roll of your hips against his lips.

He could feel the tight coil of your impending climax, the desperate clench and flutter of your soaked channel around nothing. Unable to resist, Soshiro's tongue plunged inside your molten entrance with single-minded focus, fucking you open as his nose bumped your swollen clit in a punishing grind.

"So good...so fucking good...oh my god, keep going," you gasped out in a torrent of words and moans, the filthy squelch of his tongue pistoning inside your soaked channel the only thing louder than the roaring thunder in your ears.

When his mouth latched onto the swollen bud of your clit again and sucked until his cheeks hollowed, you came with an unearthly scream that would have been heard throughout the entire complex if not for the loud thrum of the shuttle car and the heavy thump of rain against the roof.

Soshiro allowed himself to be ridden through the storm as you bucked and writhed against his tongue, his throat and jaw working to drink up the endless stream of clear fluid that coated his face and chin in a sheen. It took several long moments for the wild jerks and twitches to abate, and by the time they did, Soshiro felt certain you'd been completely emptied out.

"That was two, princess..." he growled, dragging your limp form upright until his mouth could reach yours again. You whimpered softly as his tongue surged inside, tasting yourself on his lips and the slick, velvety glide of his tongue.

"Such a good girl..." he murmured, allowing the pad of his thumb to drag down your jaw and trace the plush contours of your mouth. "So sweet and delicious. You gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt now?"

You nodded frantically, reaching down with shaking hands to claw the waistband of his slacks. With a low rumble, he lifted his hips and allowed you to shuck the offending fabric down his muscular thighs. When you finally managed to wrestle the thick length of his cock free, he hissed in a breath through clenched teeth as the air rushed across the exposed glans.

"F-fuck..." you whispered, eyes blown wide and unseeing as your palm slid down the velvet steel and gave an experimental stroke. Soshiro's only response was a guttural snarl, one hand clamping down on the base of his shaft as if to stave off his own imminent release. Just the sight of your soft hand gliding over his engorged cock, smearing his leaking precum over the pulsing head, was nearly enough to make him blow his load.

"Don't you dare, baby," he ground out through gritted teeth. "I'm not fucking coming anywhere except inside this sweet little cunt. Now turn around and stick that ass in the air for me."

A fresh rush of arousal coated your molten folds at the crass demand, and you complied without hesitation. Soshiro watched in rapt hunger as you scrambled off his lap and turned, bracing your forearms against the bench and presenting the flushed swell of your ass directly before his gaze.

"Good girl," he growled, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver of anticipation straight up your spine. His palms dragged up the supple curves of your hips, thumbs digging into the dimples at the base of your spine. He allowed his aching shaft to slide up and down the slick valley between your legs, gathering up the moisture that leaked from your slit to glide over the pulsing head.

"You have any idea how many times I've jerked off to this ass?" Soshiro husked, eyes riveted on the hypnotic sway of the round globes as he rolled his hips and ground his cock against the puffy lips. "Every night for the past three weeks, princess. This perfect, juicy ass has been starring in my wet dreams since the moment I saw it in those naughty, little panties."

You whimpered and rocked back against him, the swollen folds parting to accommodate the pulsing length grinding against them. Soshiro hissed in a breath as the fat tip caught on the clenching entrance and sank inside with an agonizing thrust.

"God, baby girl...your little pussy's sucking me in like a fucking dream," he snarled, fingers biting into the flesh of your hips as he forced himself to still inside the clenching grip of your cunt. You were so impossibly tight, and with the barest trickle of slick easing his way, Soshiro could have sworn he was about to die and ascend to the heavens right there.

"Please, Soshiro...need you to fuck me," you gasped, head lolling forward until your forehead hit the backrest. The angle of his thrust had the fat head grinding directly into the sensitive spot just inside your fluttering entrance, and the pressure was already driving you mad.

Soshiro obliged without another word, one hand fisting in your hair and the other digging into the soft flesh of your hip. He withdrew with agonizing slowness, hissing as the clinging walls of your cunt fought to suck him back in. Once he was nearly free, only the bulbous crown lodged inside the molten clutch, Soshiro slammed forward with a punishing thrust that had you screaming and jerking beneath him.

"Fucking shit, baby," he gasped, fingers scrabbling for purchase on your hips as you arched back into his every thrust, desperate for more. The sight of his massive, veiny cock splitting open the puffy folds of your pussy was almost enough to send him careening over the edge.

Soshiro allowed himself to bottom out a few times, sinking in to the root and grinding his hips into the soft cushion of your ass. On the third pump, he withdrew completely and slammed inside, reveling in the breathless cry that fell from your lips as his balls slapped against your clit.

"That's it, baby girl," he panted, leaning back and spreading his thighs to allow you to grind back into his punishing rhythm. "Fuck yourself on this cock...goddamn, your cunt is so fucking tight and wet. I'm not gonna last, princess."

You could only respond with a choked whimper, fingers clawing into the upholstery as the thick, blunt head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You nearly passed out when you felt something prod at the puckered rim of your ass, and then Soshiro's thumb was sinking inside to the knuckle.

"That's my girl," he crooned, twisting the digit and hooking the pad against the fluttering wall of muscle. The rest of his fingers were splayed out across the supple curves of your ass, spreading you wide open and allowing him a view of his cock sinking into your clutching pussy. He could see the way your juices clung to his shaft as it pumped inside you, the frothy ring of white forming at the base of his cock with every thrust.

"Soshiro...Soshiro, I'm going to—"

"Cum on this cock, princess," he snarled, his thumb popping free of your ass and his other hand slapping down across the plush flesh. Your shriek rang out through the shuttle car, bouncing off the walls as your inner muscles clenched down on the pistoning shaft.

The molten heat that pooled in the cradle of your hips boiled over and erupted, a geyser of clear, creamy fluid gushing down the insides of your thighs and soaking the bench below. Your vision whited out as you were sent hurtling over the edge, body jerking and undulating with every punishing pump of Soshiro's hips.

"God damn, baby...gonna make me cum," Soshiro choked out, his fingers clawing into your hips and lifting you off the seat with a single-minded determination. Your entire body was limp and lax, held up only by the vice grip of his hands and the relentless slam of his cock.

Your inner muscles were clenching in a desperate bid to milk him dry, and Soshiro couldn't have stopped his release even if he tried. With a savage snarl, he yanked you back against his cock, grinding his hips against your ass until his balls were flush with the sticky lips of your pussy.

His cock twitched and throbbed, a veritable flood of his seed erupting inside your soaked cunt. You moaned as his spend gushed and splattered against the delicate walls, and Soshiro's hips jerked with every new pulse that left his cock.

The sweaty aftermath found you both tangled together in a delicious heap against the narrow bench, chests heaving with satiated pants. Soshiro's large palm traced idle patterns along the slick planes of your back, raising goosebumps wherever his calloused fingers grazed.

Finally breaking the blissful quiet, he rumbled out a low chuckle against the nape of your neck. "Well...can't say I ever expected an escort mission to go quite like this."

You hummed languidly, leaning back against his sculpted chest with a contented smile. "Oh? And here I thought you Defense Force types thrived on beating expectations."

His laugh was rich and deep, vibrating against where you lay draped over him shamelessly. "Only when the surprises are as delightfully mind-blowing as you, gorgeous."

Craning your neck, you met Soshiro's molten gaze - admiring his dark, tousled hair and the way his toned torso glistened with a sheen of exertion. You couldn't resist leaning up to trail a series of teasing, openmouthed kisses along the sharp cut of his jawline.

"Speaking of surprises..." you murmured between kitten licks and nips. "Care to elaborate on how exactly we ended up...undressed and tangled back here, Vice Captain?"

Soshiro groaned at the provocative path your lips blazed, large hand coming up to fist in your hair and angle you closer for a deep, indulgent kiss. When you parted, he was gazing at you with a heavy-lidded smolder akin to a predator satisfied after devouring its prey.

"Seems there was one kinky little minx I just couldn't keep my hands off any longer," he growled, giving your lower lip a teasing nip. "Not after spending all those weeks talking dirty back and forth."

You shivered at the reminder of how this heated tryst had kicked off between the two of you - graphic messages and enticing photos swapped in the dead of night before you even knew his face.

"Something tells me you aren't exactly complaining though," you purred back, rolling your hips in a slow grind that made you both gasp.

His pewter stare darkened with renewed hunger, free hand spanning the generous curve of your ass to grind you more insistently against his growing cock. "Not one damn bit, baby girl. But how about I take you out for a real date this time before we get too carried away again?"

You blinked at him in surprise before the words clicked into place, followed swiftly by a surge of warmth and feminine satisfaction spreading through your chest. Here was the notorious Vice Captain, all rakish charisma and endless skill in the bedroom from what you'd just experienced...and he wanted to actually court you outside the sheets, too.

Allowing your most tantalizing smile to curve your lips, you ducked in for one more smoldering, openmouthed kiss that left you both dazed and flushed. "I'd like that, Soshiro," you breathed against the damp heat of his swollen lips. "But for now...how about we take care of the issue that's just started poking into my stomach again?"

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