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soshiro hoshina yandere profile. gender neutral, TW // nsfw mentions, yandere. credits once again to cinnamonest. :)

What is he generally like? Is he self-aware, lucid, or obsessive? How does he behave?

Soshiro is self-aware to a point. He knows that his jealousy is not normal, that his entire career could be at stake if anyone found out about the secret cameras in your hallway, that there are lines drawn and that no one can know how badly he wants to cross them. Still, the heart wants what the heart wants. Is it so bad for a man to want to court his love? Even if the courting is a little... unorthodox. Intense.

How do you meet him?

As busy as he is, Soshiro doesn't have much space or time to meet new people. Maybe you see him every day at a cafe he frequents, or, my personal favourite, you're a childhood friend that'd been with him ever since he'd been struggling to carve out his own space in the Force. I don’t see him being easily able to fall for someone he works with. He seems to keep work and personal stuff very separate.

How likely will he kidnap his darling?

Perhaps a 4-5/10. It’s not very likely, seeing as he’s not at home that often and really would defeat the purpose. He’d prefer it if you had the freedom to escape in case of a kaiju attack, and anyway it’s not like there’s anywhere in Japan you can escape to out of his reach. Don’t underestimate the power of a vice-captain. :)

How difficult is it to escape from him? How does he restrain his darling? How does he deal with attempted escape?

Once again, I don’t really see kidnapping in his books, but I do feel like Soshiro would have some moments where he wants you by his side. When you’re relaxing together, he won’t like it even if you get up to use the bathroom for a moment. He’ll follow you from room to room if he has to, so don’t expect to get rid of him that easily.

If you’re trying to escape Tokyo, he’ll find some way or another to be in your area for work. It’s always best to yield to him and not make a fuss, if you don’t want anything to happen to your reputation or job.

How easy is it to trick, deceive, or manipulate him?

Not very easy. Soshiro is a very perceptive person, so even at the slightest inkling that you’re about to bolt, he’s already wound himself around you and put himself between the door and you. He lets all your gaslighting and false fawning fly over his head, but really he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. You’re trying so hard and giving him so much attention, it’s endearing.

What kind of punishments would he use?

Not quite a punishment, but he’d definitely use sex to remind you who really has the power here. He doesn’t really see the value in punishing or harming you, especially since his presence alone is usually enough to intimidate you into behaving. Soshiro isn’t nearly that cruel.

How does he deal with rivals, or perceived rivals?

Who in their right mind would want to cross paths with a vice-captain? If they’re crazy enough, usually seeing Soshiro himself is enough to scare them off. He ups his frequency of patrols in that area, making sure they see him over and over again until they get the message. Or some firm handshakes and well-placed words work too. Again, who wants to cross a vice-captain when he always has those katanas on his belt?

How easy is it to make him mad? What does his anger look like?

Soshiro gets fired up, but not really mad. Huffy, maybe. But anger isn’t common. He’s still a mature individual, at the end of the day… mostly.

Does he see you as above, beneath, or equal to him?

Equal to him, for the most part. He does sometimes think that you have trouble looking after yourself and wants to give you a hand, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he's looking down on you. In fact quite the opposite - Soshiro wants your life to be as easy as you'll let him make it.

How determined is he for you to love him, or is he content just having you?

It comes and goes, I imagine. Logically (if anything about his obsession can be called logical) he knows he should be content with just having you around him and keeping you safe, but subconsciously, Soshiro thinks you should love him back, at least eventually. You can tide him over with just paying him attention, however, like playing with his hair or giving him kisses on the cheek. Small prices to pay compared to a Soshiro at the end of his rope.

General perverseness: How sexual is he? What's his drive like? Touchy?

They say that sporty women have more stamina (or are more sexual, I don't quite remember), and maybe the same applies to Soshiro Hoshina. He loves the sex - it blows off steam for him, and it's much more fun than taking it out on a punching bag or a kaiju or whatnot. He can go for as long as you want, and even further, until you're boneless and can barely remember your own name. Meanwhile he's just wiping perspiration from his forehead and snuggling up to you like nothing just happened.

Soshiro tends to be a bit touchy even outside of sex. Touching the inside of your wrist to keep you close, or physically turning you around instead of telling you to, or tapping you on the shoulder to get your attention. All the hallmarks of someone who has physical touch as their love language.

What body parts of his darling does he like the most?

Legs, specifically your calves down to your ankles. No matter what size you are, he likes fitting your flesh into his hands, locking you to him by your ankles, slinging your legs over his shoulders for better access. :)

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INKY WATERS, MURKY DEPTHS

There’s something off about Hoshina Soshiro. By the time you figure out what, it might just be too late; for Hoshina is a serpent, through and through — and what he has sunk his teeth in, he doesn’t let go. / REQ.

feat. hoshina soshiro　��⎯⎯　wc. 3.4k

cw. female reader, reader is an officer, MANGA SPOILERS, yandere themes, narumi cameo bc i love him, i do not condone yanderes irl, no beta we die like the kaijus (rest in peace)

note. in honor of season 2 and the completion of the manga, i offer tribute. yes it’s 3 am over here pls praise me

When did Soshiro first fall for you? He doesn’t remember anymore.

As far as memory goes, you have always been in his line of sight, casually existing at the center of his universe. The Third Division is full of talents, but even amongst those stars, you seem to shine the brightest. His division adores you, his superiors acknowledge you, and even he is not exempt to the gravitational force that surrounds you as it pulls him along.

And a simple crush it was; until Soshiro finds himself wide awake at night, going through each interaction he had with you that day. When the intensity of his affections become too heavy to bear, he lingers around you, conveying his feelings quietly through every small actions and kind gestures.

Soshiro knows that he’s a selfish person. With you, he holds himself back. He’s content with loving you silently from the sidelines, half hoping you’ll finally take notice. No pressure.

And for some time, it worked.

Until that happened.

It started like any other day in the Third Division. The usual grueling training, the same old Kikoru-Kafka bickering, the regular idle chatter during breaks.

Today, though, Kafka has made it his personal goal to pester you.

“Please,” the man presses his palms together in front of his face, “tell me how you can move like that without breaking a sweat!”

You’re sitting next to Aoi and Iharu. Faced with such a sudden question (and compliment?), you didn’t quite know how to react. “Uhh... I lift?”

Reno strolls over, his lips pursed in a tight line. “I lift more than you,” then quickly adding, “Respectfully.”

“Is it because of the extra training with vice captain? Is that the secret?” Kikoru nosily joins the conversation, the wiggling of her eyebrows doing little to hide the suspicion she has (and often says). “You guys are totally dating!”

Despite your obvious state of fluster, you still have the decency to deny her accusation. “Are not!”

“Are!”

“Children, please. I can hear you all the way across the field.”

“I bet you’re gonna train with the vice captain again today!” Kikoru jabs an accusing finger to your chest, a smirk plastered on her face.

You open your mouth and made a wronged expression, but no sound came out. As annoying Kikoru is, she is one hundred percent correct.

“Okay, okay. Train with me, then,” Kafka interjects, “that way, we can put these rumors to rest!”

“As if you guys won’t keep teasing me about this until I die!”

“Well, okay. But still, won’t you help this poor old man?” With that, Kafka gives you his best puppy eyes. You sigh, make a mental note to tell Soshiro about the unfortunate change of plans, and relent.

“Alright, fine. In exchange, stop teasing me when vice captain’s around!”

You felt bad about cancelling on Soshiro. But it’s not like the extra training is mandatory, and it’s not like the two of you are dating. Still...

You sigh.

What a shame. Soshiro might not care that much, but you really look forward to spending time with him.

Soshiro stares at his phone screen as an uncomfortable feeling settles on his stomach. Hoping that the letters would change if he stared at it hard enough. It didn’t.

So that’s how it is. He spent his whole day outside the base, cutting down an extremely powerful honju. It was tiring, frustrating. The damned thing was nimble and terrifyingly resilient. The thought of meeting you afterwards made him persevere.

The corridor suddenly feels chilly. Soshiro pockets his phone, unsure what he should do next. You have greatly wounded him. Still, he didn’t know what to do with you. He can’t afford a single misstep. It would make all his efforts crumble.

He’s about to drag his feet to his quarters and call it a day when Kafka suddenly appears from around the corner, all smiles. He’s dressed lightly in a shirt and uniform pants, a towel hanging loosely around his neck.

“Vice captain! You’re back.”

Soshiro ignores his salute. “Ah, jus’ the man I wanted to see.” his smile is bright, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “Come with me. I need a sparring partner.”

Soshiro’s grin stretches wide as Kafka’s smile falters. He can see the conflict in the man’s eyes, the sag in his shoulders.

“Y-yes, of course!”

Without a word, he turns away and walks. He hears Kafka scrambling behind him, trying to match his pace. Soshiro’s arms twitches with excitement, warm blood pumping through his veins — leftover adrenaline from fighting the honju earlier.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Soshiro knows; he’s in top shape today. And when he feels like this, defeating his own older brother is an easy feat — let alone a mere third-rate officer.

He likes Hibino Kafka. It pains him to have to do this. But when Kafka touches what belongs to him, well, bullying him a bit during training is hardly evil — it’s him being merciful.

The next morning, Kafka is nowhere to be found.

“Old man’s being an old man,” Reno rolls his eyes when you asked him about it, “poor guy can’t even get out of bed. Said he was going too hard at it. The doctor was seriously worried.”

You’re stunned into silence. Sure, you were at the gym with Kafka until the sun sets, but the two of you fool around as much as you train; you can’t even get two sets in before another gossip emerges from Kafka’s mouth.

Now he can’t even get out of bed?

You’re not able to dwell on it too much, though, because you see Soshiro approaching the two of you.

“What’re you guys talkin’ about?”

“It’s Kafka.. apparently he’s sick.”

Realization flickers across Reno’s eyes. “Oh, now that I think about it, weren’t you with him, vice captain?”

Soshiro’s smile tightens. “Ah, yes! I crossed paths with him so we ended up training together!”

Your furrow your eyebrows. Next to you, Reno is none the wiser.

“I see! Man, he must’ve really wanted to get stronger, asking for extra training with everyone! He bit off more than he can chew, that dumbass.”

Soshiro laughs along. Yet, the sound feels hollow in your ears.

The following week, things seem to have returned to normalcy. After the honju was subdued, the smaller kaijus have fallen back. It gave everyone a little breather between the recent uprising in kaiju.

Of course, peace never lasts long.

“Crap crap crap my stomach hurts..” Kafka groans, earning himself a smack.

“I told you to go to the toilet earlier!”

“Between my bladder and possible extinction of humanity, which is more important?!”

“I swear, if you give away our location—”

You stifle a laugh. Missions are always nerve-wracking, so having a comedy duo in the team is something you’re thankful of. It takes away the stress, even if just a little bit.

“There’s a flying kaiju up ahead! You, fall back and rejoin the rest of your platoon.” Shinonome points at Kafka, who pales even more, “You two follow me! We’ll provide support for vice captain Hoshina!”

With a new goal in mind, the three of you advance. It doesn’t take long for you to encounter one of the flying beasts, buzzing and twitching like a wasp on steroids.

“I’ll deal with this one, you two go on ahead!”

Exchanging frantic glances, you and Reno press forward, leaving Shinonome to gun down the kaiju. Not far ahead, you hear the sound of blades clashing.

“Vice captain!” Reno calls out, trying to aim at the kaiju that’s buzzing around Soshiro.

Soshiro moves with grace, dodging the winged beast effortlessly. He leaps out of the way just before it can slash him, somersaulting to a nearby car. The kaiju, seemingly knowing that it’s no match for Soshiro, turns its attention to weaker prey — you and Reno.

Finally, Soshiro’s gaze flickers to the two of you. “Weak point’s at the head!”

The two of you starts shooting, but the kaiju is much faster, closing the distance between you quickly. You realize that it’s actually a lot bigger than it looks when it attempts to slam the two of you down. The two of you manage to roll away; Reno to the direction of Soshiro, you backwards away from your comrades.

To make matters worse, another one of them appears, much bigger and a lot more scary-looking. It might as well have ‘BOSS’ in red letters hovering on top of its head.

Crap. Looks like you’re going to have to deal with this alone.

The dumb insect buzzes menacingly, as if telling you not to look down on it. You managed to tear a hole in one of its’ wings, causing it to go slightly off balance... and go full berserk mode. With the movements getting more erratic, it’s getting harder to land a clean hit at the thing. In retaliation, it has successfully stabbed you in the leg.

“Watch out!”

You hear the voice first, a loud ripping followed by a shriek that shakes the ground. The kaiju in front of you stills, its body slashed into eight parts. Soshiro is beside you the next second, steadying you firmly.

“Vice captain, the other one—”

Your relief is short-lived when Reno tumbles to the ground, blood gushing out of his stomach.

Reno will need a lot of bedrest, but he’ll survive.

Since that mission, you’ve been rethinking your relationship with Hoshina Soshiro. Sure, among the other officers, you’re the one he’s closest with — but Soshiro is fair and clear-headed. He’s not one to play favorites, so how could he make such a lapse in judgement?

You had it. Sure, the thing stabbed you in the lag, but it was merely a gash. And yes, you were thankful for his help, but...

It’s simply off. Especially after the whole thing with Kafka, it felt off.

“Hey, yer’ spacing out.”

Soshiro’s arm has dropped to circle your waist — since when?

You blink rapidly as you return to reality. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

The two of you are sprawled on the training room floor. Soshiro tilts his head in interest. “Yeah? About what?”

“Reno’s injury..” you trail off when his expression tenses. There it is again: the cold smile that sends shivers down your spine. Soshiro acts like a jealous man. It can’t be, right?

“... and you, vice captain. You look especially dashing today.” You throw the bait, testing the waters. You hate it when Soshiro has this kind of expression, like calm waters that hides the predator underneath.

You half expect him to snicker and tease you, but Soshiro just leans closer to you and smirks. Your breath hitches in your throat, unable to discern whether you’re feeling flustered or scared. He seems to take pleasure in your nervousness, holding the ominous silence before —

“You shouldn’t tease your superior.”

The pressure is gone, his usual teasing smile back on display, but the uncomfortable knot in your stomach just tightens.

Since then, you’ve been trying to distance yourself from Soshiro.

Even if he has no bad intentions, his favoritism can’t go on any longer. Seeing Reno wounded gave you nightmares for three straight days.

To no one’s surprise, Soshiro doesn’t take it well. His mood has continuously gotten worse, making daily trainings a living hell. So when you hear the news of a joint training, you’re flooded with relief.

“I heard Captain Narumi’s overseeing the training himself!” Kikoru gushes, “The nation’s strongest anti-kaiju combatant! Can you believe it? I’m gonna steal all of his moves!”

“Urk, sounds like a scary guy..” Kafka complains.

“Wow, doesn’t he usually leave it to his vice captain? What changed, I wonder?”

Kikoru makes a waving gesture and everyone leans in closer. “I heard,” she starts, “but you didn’t hear this from me!” — everyone glares at her, urging her to continue, — “ahem. I heard Captain Narumi is looking to steal talented officers from other divisions!”

You gape. Being able to enter the First Division is your dream. Sure, you love your division and your lovely teammates with all your heart, but — but this is the strongest division in the Defense Force! And to be able to train under Captain Narumi’s wing?

“Your eyes are shining a bit too bright..” Kikoru raises an eyebrow, “What, have you really moved on from our vice captain?”

“I told you, we’re not dating!”

Despite your mixed feelings about Soshiro, you can still feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re strong.”

The sound rips through the air and causes your heart to stop beating altogether. You spin on your heels, coming face to face with him. Narumi Gen.

“Come to the First Division.” he raises his chin, “Your talents are wasted here.”

“Don’t let his arrogant act throw you off!” A First Division officer grins from behind Narumi, “Captain Narumi has been ogling you since morning!”

“Won’t stop going off about ‘why can’t your forms be like hers?’, I thought he was going to blow my ear off.” Another one snickers, making Narumi blush.

“Guys! What the hell?”

“It- it would be my—”

“Nah, buzz off.” A sneer comes from behind you as a figure steps between you and Narumi.

The captain’s expression immediately twists in annoyance. “I was talking to her, Hoshina.”

Soshiro’s eyes are locked onto Narumi in a tenseness you’ve never seen before. “Yer’ not taking her from my division.”

Narumi barks a laughter. “Is that so? We’ll see!” he turns his attention back on you, “I’ll be waiting for your answer. Small tip from me to you: talk to Ashiro Mina about it. She recognizes talent and knows how to actually cultivate it.”

With a dismissive wave, Narumi stalks off, leaving you and a very angry Hoshina Soshiro. The silence that passes is an uncomfortable one, leaving you fidgeting, like he’s just caught you defecting. Well, in a sense, you were.

“Yer’ not thinking of accepting his offer...” the coldness in Soshiro’s tone made you flinch, “... right?”

“I-” you cast your gaze aside, not knowing what to tell him.

Soshiro grips your shoulder. “If you want to get stronger, I can make you stronger.” he says desperately, “What do you want to know? I’ll teach you. Do you want to be a platoon leader? Just say the word.” he continues, the urgency in his tone making you feel that odd knot again—

“Mina adores you. Kafka, Reno, Kikoru, everyone adores you. I adore you.” Soshiro chokes out, the hold he has on your arm tightening now, “Do you like him? Narumi Gen?”

“Vice captain, it’s not like that.”

He cuts you off, shaking his head. “You think he’s stronger than I am.”

Just like that, he lets go of your arm. You recoil. He’s starting to frighten you.

“You can do what you want. I’ll prove to you that I’m stronger than him.” he smiles, “And when I do, I’ll get you back.”

His solemn vow hangs in the air.

Many months later, after you’ve settled into the elite First Division and climb your way up to the position of Platoon Leader, a lot of things happened.

News of Kafka being a kaiju, followed shortly by Kikoru’s transfer to the First Division (the two of you reunite happily) and the appearance of an intelligent kaiju that killed Director General Shinomiya.

After that, everything went downhill. A lot of strong kaiju appeared out of nowhere and your hands were full with missions. In the middle of the chaos, it happened — Vice Captain Hoshina of the Third Division successfully defeated a numbered kaiju and attained a Numbers weapon, unleashing a magnificent 100% combat power, effectively dethroning Narumi.

It was all a blur afterwards. Kafka defeated the intelligent kaiju and the big threat was gone. Everything went back to normal. It was the most peaceful it’s ever been, but...

Your last memory of talking with Soshiro keeps playing in your head.

“Platoon Leader! Stop spacing out!”

It feels like deja vu — another joint training, but this time you’re standing with the First Division. And it’s Narumi who’s in front of you, chiding you with his hands on his hips.

“Anyway, say hi to Hoshina for me. I wanna see his face when he sees the gem you’ve become. I told you: my division suits you more!”

That’s when you feel it. The cold stare.

You turn your head, seeing Soshiro lean against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Ah! There he is! Go rub it in his face!”

You’re holding your breath as you walk to him. With every step you take, Soshiro’s smirk grows bigger.

“Vice Captain Hoshina.”

Soshiro hums. “Platoon Leader,” the way he says it makes you wince, “how’s Narumi treatin’ ya?”

“He’s a wonderful mentor.” you manage to say.

Soshiro raises an eyebrow at that. With a resigned sigh, he pushes himself off the wall. “Walk with me.”

“But the joint training—”

“I may be from another division, but I am still your superior, Platoon Leader.”

You purse your lips and begrudgingly follow him. “Yes, sir.”

“A lot has changed, huh?”

Soshiro glances your way. “How so?”

“Why are you bringing ranks into this? If you wanted to speak with me privately, can’t you wait until later?”

“Yer’ as rude as Narumi now. The two of you must be close.”

“Are you still angry with me? After all this time?” You halt in your tracks, making Soshiro stop too.

“Why’re ya suddenly accusing me of being mad?” Soshiro smiles in amusement.

“The way you’re treating me!” you jab hotly, “admit it, you’re still angry because I moved to another division!”

Soshiro blinks. “How am I treating you?” he asks genuinely, “I’m just treating you like how I treat anyone else.”

You open your mouth. Then you close it again.

“Platoon Leader, the way I used to treat you back then..” he starts, unable to hide the teasing in his voice, “it’s not the way I treat others. Of course you know that, right?”

You look away.

“I stopped because you were uncomfortable. I thought you didn’t want to receive special treatment.”

You didn’t. You simply enjoyed Soshiro’s company — his friendship, his affection — but have you been pretending not to see his feelings? “I just want us to go back to the way it was before..” defeated, you finally admit with a small voice.

Soshiro laughs. “That so? Yer’ pretty mean, wantin’ me to keep chasing you around when you don’t feel the same.”

“Actually—” your mouth is faster than your brain, and by the time you decide not to tell him your real feelings, your words have already slipped out.

In front of you, Soshiro steps closer. “Actually?”

“I.. I do like you.” I think. “I was just.. afraid.” of you.

Soshiro’s expression softens.

The next thing you know, you’re wrapped in his arms. Soshiro chuckles, “This what ya want?”

You let out a small hum. Honestly, you feel relieved. Finally, after many months, your cold war with Soshiro is ending.

After your transfer to the First Division, you’ve met all sorts of people — and now, you can’t even remember if Soshiro was truly acting weird around you.

What happened with Kafka might just be a coincidence. Reno’s case was unfortunate, but even a genius makes bad choices. Has it always been that serious?

“But you know... I like being in the First Division.”

The silence is deafening. Then you feel Soshiro kiss the top of your head. “It’s okay, ya don’t have to transfer back. We can meet during joint training or day offs.”

You smile, your worries now completely gone. “Okay! That sounds great.”

Unbeknownst to you, Soshiro’s smile has long dropped.

Letting you leave his division was a gamble, but it was one Soshiro is willing to take — and it paid off. Now, you’re finally in his embrace. You’re perceptive and headstrong, so it’ll take some time to break you down. It’s okay, he also likes that about you.

It won’t be long until he completely swallows you whole.

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Well, folks, the numbers are in. We're in a committed relationShip with @ao3org, and it's called...drumroll...TagTeam! ao3blr was a VERY close second, so go ahead and use that tag too, ya crazy kids.

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ao3 and tumblr ship is wild...

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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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(spoilers for s2! this is a long one, not properly written and def not checked, i cant be mf bothered bro. genuinely just a bunch of delusional stuff.)

"i'd take you to the best restaurant out there," hoshina says, but there's a hint of teasing in his tone. "i'd make you pay, of course."

hoshina soshiro x third in command!reader

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+ the day starts with hoshina's door swinging open, revealing you, crossed arms and weight on one leg, dressed in your casual defence force attire. today was the majority of the third division's day off. well, maybe minus the captain because she's the captain, but nonetheless, you didn't have much going on until hoshina had asked you to accompany him to the disaster prevention centre, where he had to drop off some of his old weapons.

+ you watch hoshina grab his jacket from the back of his chair before walking down the corridor together. "is it just the last one we're giving today?" you ask and he nods. "yeah, i couldn't fit everything in my car the last time, so i have to make one last round." hoshina had briefly mentioned that the director of the place requested for all of his weapons because of their new exhibition. which, honestly, why.

+ you snicker. "who'd be willing to go see any of your stuff?"

+ but you're well-aware of his snarky nature, so when he laughs, you know it's not to defend himself. most of the time, what comes out his mouth is always to talk shit about the other. "well, there's this someone who asked for one of my old swords because their custom one keeps breaking because their skills are so low."

+ you knew it. "and that somebody will absolutely break your back right now."

+ "with that crusty musty weapon? s'not my back that'll get broken."

+ you nudge his arm. "shut up." and with this, he just shakes his head and quickly steals a kiss. you don't miss that small smile on his features. "well, at least you're not 1% like kafka."

+ once you're out of the building, the two of you fall into a stable back and forth contest of bickering until you see a familiar shine of silver hair doing pull-ups on the bars. you pause before tapping hoshina on the shoulder and pointing towards the person, who you assume to be ichikawa reno. "look at that. he's doing all this on his day-off."

+ hoshina bursts out laughing and immediately, ichikawa's head (you were right) snaps towards you, the shade of his cheeks slowly blossoming into a rosy pink as he drops from the bars rather sheepishly. he salutes as the two of you approach, hoshina still guffawing over this poor boy. "vice-captain hoshina. chief officer (l/n)!"

+ "hi, reno!" you wave before slapping hoshina's arm with a small click of your tongue. "stop it now!" but he doesn't and ichikawa continues to stand there awkwardly, honestly wondering why his vice-cap is clutching his stomach over . . . something so trivially not funny. you choose to ignore hoshina and look at ichikawa instead. "still training on your day off? that's rather impressive."

+ "he doesn't know what to do on his day off!" hoshina shakes, pointing rather too directly at the kid, who makes subtle eye twitches at you as a small cry for help. his eyebrows droop rather slowly as you shrug because you know that once hoshina falls into the pit of his humour, there's no way of stopping him until his tears are dried out from laughing. "i'm sorry, reno. i'll beat some sense into him later."

+ "are you two going somewhere?" ichikawa asks and you nod. "yeah, the vice-captain has an errand to run and i'm only accompanying him. it's nothing major." judging by the way ichikawa's hands are politely gesturing the both of you, you can only assume that he was basically asking if this was a date between his seniors. you and hoshina are no secret, but sometimes, work comes barging through your life so often that you never have the chance to do anything together, nor do people ever comment on your dynamic as much as they did before. so, it sort of means something when ichikawa's small nuance of his question is thrown into the air like that.

+ "i'd never take our lovely chief officer on a date so miserable as this," hoshina says, his laughing days over as he puts his hands back in his pockets. "ichikawa, when you find someone, just don't."

+ ichikawa furrows his brows and gently tilts his head to the side. it's like you can see a physical question mark floating above his head. "like, don't have bad dates or . . ."

+ you purse your lips. "he's calling me an asshole and that you, of all people, should not find an asshole. i fully agree." you jab your thumb at hoshina, who has that filthy grin on his face. "never go for losers like this guy."

+ "i am your superior officer, you know."

+ "and that's why we should get going!" with a final wave, you whisk hoshina out of the field and into the parking lot where his yellow mini awaits. you can't count how many times you've talked about the colour of his car because it's that hideous, but no matter what you say about getting a new one, which he is fully capable of doing, he rejects all your statements. "get in before i make you walk behind me."

+ "oh, boy, he's driving us today," you say, buckling your seatbelt while hoshina closes his side of the door. he hands his phone over to you while he reaches down to adjust his seat, and whilst all of this fiddling and fuddling happens, you press the 'START' button next to the steering wheel, settling back into your seat once you feel the car hum to life. hoshina looks up, unbothered and unsurprised.

+ "i helped turn on the car," you say rather proudly, but hoshina snickers. again. "aw, it's good to know you can read basic words." he takes the gear off park and soon enough, you find yourself on the road.

+ you've had drives with hoshina before and it's safe to say that all of them were pleasant. everything including the brutal remarks you make about each other is what makes your bond that special. honestly, when hoshina had preached to the new recruits that they shouldn't meddle too deeply in relationships because you never know what can happen on the battlefield, you remember feeling a small tear in your heart and the constant shut-downs of your feelings because if it was the vice-captain who said that, there would have been no way.

+ it's after that, though. after months of fleeting glances, the short lingers on the calls during missions, the extra 'good luck' and 'stay safe' that he claimed were reserved for his favourites and your rise to the rank that made you, hoshina and ashiro the third division trinity, you found hoshina leaning just centimetres away from you, mumbling about he couldn't lie to himself anymore and that he hates going back on his word, but it's this one time that he'd have to forgive himself because he needs you.

+ whenever people look at hoshina, the first thing that tends to come to mind is his unwavering battle mentality on the frontlines. the way his entire aura shifts into something you can't tame. to them, it's always vice-captain hoshina.

+ but to you and in these moments where it's just two people who hold each other above anything else, the vice-captain of the third division simply becomes hoshina soshiro, the man who is so unbelievably determined to slide a ring on your finger, but it's these damn monsters that are stopping him from doing so. you find it funny whenever he grumbles about that, but then again, it's not hoshina soshiro when he's also making fun of the same thing.

+ "you have such a lame surname, soshiro," you laughed once as you were wrapping up after a training session. hoshina just snorted. "what, you think (l/n) is any better?" you were cleaning your weapon with a huff. "it's (l/n) (f/n) that makes it sound good, you know. names are meant to go well with each other." and it was then, when hoshina smugly said, "fine. what about hoshina (f/n)?"

+ "why are you smiling to yourself like a creep?" you snap back out of your fond memory and to your surprise, you don't realise that you've arrived at another parking lot, this time, a lot larger than the one outside the defence force. it's busy too. hoshina keeps going up more levels until finally, an elderly man beckons him over, happily stating that he's about to leave.

+ you glance at hoshina and he has one hand on the back of your seat as he reverse parks into a space that's near the entrance door. "i thought we were going to the prevention centre."

+ "we are," he answers, shifting the gear into the parking position. he unbuckles his seatbelt and clicks open the door. "after we get something for captain ashiro."

+ you blink. you can only think of one thing. "dried squid?"

+ "dried squid."

+ it's even busier than you thought as you deftly avoid a box that almost bludgeoned your head. turns out there's some sort of hokkaido product sale, so everyone's itching to buy something that they can take home and hopefully share with their families. you slip your hand into the crook of hoshina's arm and quickly follow him into the crowd and soon, you find yourself standing in front of a stool that sells captain ashiro's favourite snack.

+ while hoshina engages in small talk with the man hosting the stall, you crane your neck to look around at the selling goods. there are souvenirs, packaged snacks, pet food and all sorts of other things, but above all that, you catch two figures from the corner of your eye scuttling behind a wall that had a huge advert draped over it. for a second, they seemed desperate in a flurry of limbs trying to hide. you squint and you swear you can see a tuft of pink hair.

+ "what are you looking at?" you feel hoshina's eyes on the back of your head, but you don't stop staring. "i can bet all my money that no one has the same colour hair as iharu."

+ hoshina chortles. "you just noticed?"

+ much to your dismay, a small crowd blocks your vision, but hoshina leaves the stall at the same time, so you have no choice but to follow. he takes out his phone and dials a familiar number, but before he starts speaking, he grins at you. "don't make it too obvious, it's fun that they think we don't know." then he returns to his call. "ah, yes, captain ashiro. i've acquired the top-quality dried squid snacks."

+ "we came here to buy squid snacks and also find out we're being tailed by two . . . " you trail off to yourself as hoshina is still occupied by the call. you look back at where you thought you saw furuhashi─no, you know you saw that flash of salmon-coloured hair and you know that's no other than your biggest fan. "two idiots . . . "

+ you feel a tickle on your ear. "let's go." hoshina places his hand on the small of your back and quickly guides you out of the market. "like i said, don't make it obvious. act as if you haven't seen them."

+ "what, you wanna toy around with them?" you ask, tucking your hand into his arm again. he nods with a sly smile. "how else will we enjoy our 'date'?"

+ now fuelled with the unhelpful knowledge that ichikawa and furuhashi were stalking you, you find yourself agreeing to hoshina's 'devious' plan, when it really isn't, to mess around with them. driving out of the parking lot, he starts by listing a bunch of punishments that he has lined up for them tomorrow, such as the push-ups of hell, having captain ashiro's cooking or something a bit more mild, toilet cleaning.

+ "you know, soshiro," you begin, waiting for his little 'hm?' to know that he's listening. "you're an awful senior. i can't believe you're so excited to give them punishments." hoshina laughs and you know that he means it. "what? it's the most fun and harmless way to see them struggle. do you want something more gruesome? should i send them on a mission without their suits and weapons?" you tut and shake your head, folding your arms as you watch a car overtake you. "i feel bad for kafka that even with the 1%, he still has to deal with your stupid─wait, is that kikoru and akari?"

+ hoshina looks to where you're pointing and true to your words, kikoru, akari and hakua are standing next to a taxi pick-up point with no taxi in sight.

+ "did they book a taxi or are they just waiting?" hoshina asks, slowing down. you continue pointing. "your yellow car looks like a taxi anyway. we can be their taxi." you instruct hoshina to stop and roll down your window. with a small coo, you twiddle your fingers to get their attention. kikoru perks up and instantly, she bows. "chief officer! vice-captain! what brings you here?"

+ you smile. "hey, you guys look like like lost sheep. is something the matter?" you take note of how the girls look nervous or apologetic, you can't tell which one it is, but you're sure it's hoshina's fault. "soshiro, stop being scary and let them speak!"

+ "i'm not doing anything," he laughs. he leans over and rests his chin on your shoulder before he calls out to the girls. "where're you guys headed?"

+ kikoru itches her chin and lets out a nervous sigh. "well, we made a lunch reservation, but we're running a bit late and there isn't a taxi that's stopping for us either." immediately, you swivel around to face hoshina, who's forced to dodge so that your noses don't collide. "soshiro, transform your yellow car into a taxi. let's take these girls. they cannot miss this lunch reservation."

+ "we couldn't possibly impose!" akari cries, but you bring your finger to your lips. "shh, it's ok. our great vice-captain doesn't mind. come on, get in!" half your body dangles out the window as you usher them into the car and once hakua closes the door, hoshina starts driving off.

+ you subtly look in the rear mirror and see that akari has her knees pressed together, kikoru is fiddling with her thumbs and hakua has her window rolled down, hair flying everywhere as the wind carves into her face. bless them, they're probably nervous because they've never sat so close to their senior officers before. you attempt to ease the tension by turning around in your seat with a beam on your face. "what are you gonna eat?"

+ it's probably because she sees you more often than hoshina that kikoru's shoulders sags a little, her eyes glimmering as you give her your undivided attention. "okonomiyaki!"

+ "hoh, okonomiyaki?" hoshina repeats, turning the blinker on. your body slowly slides left as the car veers into a sharp turn. "there aren't a lot of restaurants that serve that around here. how'd you find this one?"

+ kikoru whips out her phone and begins to scroll before she almost shoves it in your face. "it just opened and there are so many good reviews about it!" you tap on an image of the menu and zoom in. "oh, they seem to know what they're doing. what do you think, kansai occupier?" you take kikoru's phone and click on their main special, enlarging it so that hoshina can see even through his constantly-closed eyes. he takes a second to observe the picture and lets out a hum of approval. "well, as a kansai occupier, it seems to be the real deal."

+ "it looks sooo good," hakua groans, patting her stomach. "i'm so excited to have some." you pass the phone back to kikoru, who places it back in her bag. "well, i hope you guys enjoy it. make sure to take some pictures, so i can see!"

+ hakua giggles. "will you be going with the vice-captain?" she asks, unable to hide the cheeky grin that accompanied her question. you scoff, turning back to face the front. "absolutely not. what makes you think i'd spend my money on hoshina soshiro?"

+ "again, i still am your superior officer."

+ the girls laugh heartily and you continue to exchange friendly conversation until hoshina pulls up outside the restaurant. they quickly gather their things, checking to see they haven't left anything behind before they fumble out the car in a hurry. "thank you so much!" kikoru and akari bow while hakua salutes and with one last wave, you're back on the road with just hoshina.

+ "just so you know, i'd take you to the best restaurant out there," hoshina says, but there's a hint of teasing in his tone. "i'd make you pay, of course."

+ you gape. "little shit, you're the one who gets paid more than me, so you should get the bill all the time." but hoshina only laughs at your comeback.

+ after a few more minutes of driving, hoshina parks his car, again, at a much smaller place this time. you seem to be in the middle of town as the streets are filled with cafes, shops and people enjoying their time out in the sun. you shut the door behind you and once you hear the engine turn off, you follow hoshina into the town centre. it's been a while since the two of you had a private moment out in the open like this, where you're having a calm walk with the presence of each other. obviously, you'd have schedules that clashed with each other, but it wasn't ever planned or you could never do something meaningful. it terrifies you that you can never predict what will happen because this world is cruel and merciless, ignorant of the connections you have with people, so you always remind yourself that every single moment with anyone, with hoshina, is always so important.

+ "are you hungry?" hoshina asks, his hands ghosting the figure of your waist. "we could grab a bite somewhere?"

+ you check your watch, and for absolutely no reason too because it's not like you have to be at the prevention centre for a certain time. "yeah, i could eat. what do you fancy?" hoshina stops walking and places a finger on his chin. "ramen?"

+ "i'd take you to the best restaurants out there, my ass." and again, your ears are blessed, or cursed with hoshina's boisterous laughter.

+ you're not surprised that the entirety of tokyo knows who hoshina soshiro, the vice-captain of the third division, is. as soon as you entered the restaurant, you swore the manager's eyes turned into stars. he frantically pushed you into a private booth that he only reserved for his most esteemed guests. honestly? it can be a win-win situation when you're with hoshina.

+ you slide into the seat opposite of him and before you can open your mouth to speak, the manager comes bursting in with dishes that you definitely didn't order before he flies back out again. hoshina rubs his temples, leaning back into the plush seat. it's very good quality.

+ "sometimes, i want them to calm down. i'm not a god," he says, picking up his chopsticks. "i don't want to pretend like i'm a celebrity." you offer him a small smile. "don't think that way, they just appreciate your duties. you can always tell them if it gets out of hand, but i'm sure it won't."

+ and you always get tricked into believing that on the rare occasion you say something nice to your boyfriend, he will melt into a puddle and ramble on about your angelic intentions, but to your utmost annoyance, and what should be unsurprising, hoshina's devilishly cunning grin creeps onto his face. "well, i guess it's better than being person number three like chief officer (l/n)." you pause for a second, and most would think that hoshina would tense up and apologise for how harsh his comment might have come across, but he knows that you can take it. you've always taken it.

+ you raise your chopsticks too and reach for the food. "do you ever wonder what it's like being this year's new recruits?" at this, hoshina shrugs nonchalantly. "not at all."

+ "just wondering. might ask captain ashiro to kick your ass back into demotion so i can make you clean my desk. it's got two months of unfinished paperwork, by the way," you say, chewing your food. "might be nice not hearing 'i am your superior officer' everyday like i do right now."

+ if hoshina was a cat in his past life, you'd 100% believe it. the way his lips curl alike the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland just assures you that he adopted cat-like traits because there is just no way. he leans his head on the palm of his hands as he stares at you. he pokes one eye open, probably the first time you've seen those purple hues today. "feeling brave, are we?" you shrug, feigning innocence as you reach for another piece. the food is really good, but you won't say that to hoshina.

+ "i'm always brave," you stated, and this time, you really don't know why hoshina's face, as annoyingly handsome as it is, which you will not admit, is making that expression. you put down your chopsticks. "what, am i not always brave?"

+ "hmm . . . " he taps his chin. "was it two days ago when you jumped out of your skin when a honju appeared behind you?" you will truly kill this man before a kaiju can.

+ seeing your face void of any emotion, he wags his chopsticks in front of your face. "what, was it too good a fact that you can't say anything back?"

+ you turn in your seat and pull back the curtain separating your booth from the main area of the restaurant. hoshina raises his brows. you cup your hand to your mouth and shout, "everyone! the hoshina soshiro is going to sing you a song!"

+ "EHHHHHHHEH??!"

─

+ while the restaurant owner insists on giving you the meal for free, hoshina ends up paying and the two of you venture out into the sunlight once more. not even a second after being out, hoshina's already crouched next to a ginger cat, stroking its head, back and tail before he gives it a little wave. it starts to follow you much to your happiness.

+ "it's following us!" you exclaim.

+ "it's following me."

+ you watch as the cat bounces away into the bushes until you remember that two other people are also following you. you turn back around and put your hand in one of hoshina's pockets. "they're still there. reckon they still don't know?"

+ hoshina smiles. "they have no idea."

+ it's like a day of fulfilling side quests, you think, as you watch hoshina help an american couple struggling with a map. a cat. then, you both dash into the middle of the road to help an elderly woman cross without hurting herself before she sits you down and pours you a cup of warm tea from her flask. two police officers on duty salute at you. another cat. narumi . . . gen? you question as a suspicious man in a grey hoodie walks out of a building that hoshina was patting another cat in front of. how many cats are you going to see today?

+ "soshiro, when are we getting to the centre?" you ask, swiping at your trousers that are fluffed up with cat fur of all breeds. hoshina crouches down and wipes off the last strand of ginger fur for you before he stands back up. he takes your arm and starts walking in the same direction. "soon, i'm still messing around with ichikawa and furuhashi."

+ "still?! i thought you were just going to give them a punishment!" you say. "i thought we were going to the place!" hoshina flashes a smile. "well, maybe i'm messing with you too."

+ and then finally, you wish it's the last stop. you lean against hoshina's flamboyant yellow car amidst all the dark ones in this parking lot, with one heel resting over the top of your foot. you watch as hoshina takes out three silver briefcases from his car before setting them on the ground. "are these the weapons?" you ask and he nods. "yeah, someone's coming to pick them up."

+ and as if on cue, a large black van looms above you and a man you definitely recognise steps out of the car. he has a white suit and a pink shirt etched with all sorts of colourful shapes. he walks over to you and hoshina, who stays rooted to the spot. he spares you a brief glance, but his attention is mainly on hoshina. "did you bring the stuff?" he asks and hoshina points at the briefcases. "yeah, all of 'em." and without another word, the man picks them up and gently sets them into his car. he looks back over his shoulder. "come to the rendezvous point when it's time, you sarcastic asshole."

+ and with that, he leaves you to your devices. you push yourself off the car. "i recognise him, i can't remember from where, though." hoshina places his hands on his hips and looks at the ground. "he used to be in the third division, but this was before you and i."

+ and before you can speak, a voice that you can only recognise as the one who always knocks on your office door, booms into your ears. "vice-captain! chief officer!" you and hoshina shoot up and are half-surprised to see the entire group of people you bumped into today storm towards you. at the front is furuhashi, who has tears streaming down his tears, his face scrunched and fists balled. you and hoshina exchange a quick look of 'what are they doing'.

+ "we . . . " furuhashi begins, sniffling as his tears drop to the ground. ichikawa, kikoru, and even kagaguri and izumo stand behind him, their faces distorted into what you can only believe is vivid disappointment. "we thought you were on a date!"

+ you . . . that was not what you were expecting, but ok. it's like furuhashi's tears get bigger and bigger with every word coming out of his mouth. "we thought . . . that the vice-cap and chief officer were enjoying their day off together, but no!"

+ sighing, you take a step forward, your shoulder bumping into hoshina's back. "iharu, you're─"

+ "i don't want to hear it!" furuhashi shouts. akari flinches and even ichikawa looks numb. his eyes are drilled to the ground as he tries his best not to sniffle. "i'm so . . . i'm so disappointed . . . how can you do this to us?!"

+ and suddenly, you jolt forward, but you catch yourself before you can fall. furuhashi gasps and hoshina whips around, but you don't feel pain, just small hands around your waist and the sound of giggles coming from below. you look down and see a girl no older than six with a toothy smile. she stares at you with twinkling eyes, the smile never fading. "the chief . . . she's prettier in person!"

+ another boy practically jumps onto hoshina's back. "it's vice-captain hoshina!" he laughs, clinging onto him like a koala stuck to a tree. then, unbeknownst to you, more and more children appear like a flock of sheep surrounding their shepherd. some reach for kikoru and ichikawa, and one boy laughs at furuhashi for crying to which he sucks them back up immediately.

+ "he's so cool!" the children say in awe. the girl latched onto you still hasn't let go and right now, you're more confused than blessed or happy, but you crouch down all the same to meet her at eye-level. you tuck a strand of hair behind the child's ears and smile. "where did you come from?" the girl, who appears to be practically in love with you, eagerly points at a building behind everyone. it says in bold letters 'tachikawa disaster prevention centre' and you see that at the entrance, there's a huge banner with an enthusiastic motto and an even more enthusiastic looking picture of hoshina. "you came from in there?" the girl nods vigorously.

+ you stand up. "come on, everyone, let's go inside."

+ a chorus of 'wow' and 'woah' fills the room as you find yourself surrounded by tons of swords, play areas, interactive screens and even an earthquake simulation that seem to make your group not so big at all.

+ it all looks so well furnished and new. there's a small ball pit on the far right side of the room with slides and tunnels that you wish you had the luxury of having when you were a child.

+ "ah! hoshina-san!" a man donned in a grey suit with narrow glasses enters through one of the side doors. he clasps his hands together as he makes his way over to your party. "and (l/n)-san also! what a wonderful surprise! i cannot thank you both for coming all the way here today!" he beams. "thank you so much for your donation, hoshina-san! now, we have finally completed our exhibition!"

+ it's now, when a big lightbulb forms in furuhashi's head and he realises that he's just made the biggest black market accusation of all time. he's going to have to wrack through his brain to think of a decent apology for that now.

+ you pat the little girl's head, who's still attached to your hip, as you bow. "the president of this institution, right?" you asked and the man nods. he reaches for your hand, which you shake gratefully.

+ "yes, i am! and i'm pleased to announce that our facility is now open to the public! please come this way!"

+ he babbles about their most popular attractions like the ashiro mina sniper experience, but realistically, the one that catches everyone's eye is the new virtual hoshina soshiro, which has four brand new-looking vr headsets neatly placed on a table. the president looks at you and gestures towards the table. "(l/n)-san, would you take the honour of being our first participant?"

+ you point at yourself. "me?"

+ the president nods as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "yes! if you do not mind!"

+ you look back and see hoshina staring. he shrugs, but you can kind of tell that he wants it to be you. it probably isn't a big deal that there's a goddamn virtual hoshina soshiro, but deep down, if it is about him and if it is an experience of being in his perspective, he wants it to be you that sees it first.

+ you let out a soft laugh. "why not? i'll give it a try. tell me how i should get ready!"

+ and as the hour goes on, your group splits off into pairs either with each other or with the children. kikoru enters the earthquake simulation while reno and hakua help with the water experience. the room resounds with innocent laughter of children having the time of their lives, so you step back and watch everything unfold.

+ hoshina finds you leaning against the table of the vr experience. "so, how was it being in the shoes of hoshina soshiro?"

+ "i feel like i'm going to throw up," you say, holding a hand to your mouth. "why do you jump and flip around so much?!"

+ he laughs loudly and smooths your hair down before he rests his hand right above your shoulder. "maybe i do it on purpose to make you watching me enjoyable."

+ you playfully slap his hand away. "that's the worst thing you've said to me all day."

+ he pulls you closer so that your forehead touches his cheek and he slides his hand further down so that it's tightly wrapped around your arm. and he's lucky that no one's watching because he moves his head ever so slightly so that his lips graze your temple. "in that case, i'll keep saying it."

+ or so he thought because the same kid that jumped on him suddenly shouts, "the vice-captain and chief are kissing!" and of course, that garners the entire attention of the room.

─

this is the most delusional and worst thing i have ever written.

[startographist]

no. 10 adopts some of the energy radiating off vice-captain hoshina, including the ones that are about you. (manga spoilers!)

number 10's face wasn't as visible as it used to be. "hoshina. you have a woman?"

hoshina soshiro x fem!reader

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+ weapon no. 10 is just so interested in you and hoshina soshiro is absolutely livid about this. how did you find out?

+ well. rubs hands

+ when number 10 was turned into weapon after its deal that only hoshina soshiro could wear it, it was the start of the chaos that is to be explained right now.

+ of course, it's known that number 10 is the only sentient weapon that the defence force has ever had to deal with, so if anything, hoshina is forced to go through torment almost every single day, which is something he definitely didn't ask for. a numbered weapon? sure, how wonderful, but a talking one?

+ and one that's becoming more and more obsessed with you by the day?? no.

+ the first time hoshina put the suit on, number 10 was just full of bark and bite. he was too focused on making it obey that he didn't have time to think about you. when he wanted to go left, it went right. when he wanted to strike up, its tail dug into the ground. they got into arguments here and there to the point where the operations team wasn't too sure that this could be carried on any longer.

+ the second time was when hoshina had to fight in a simulation with it. it was a test run and okonogi wanted to see how far his abilities would take him. his twin blades were attached to his back and number 10's tail was, for once, poised high in the air, ready to strike at the provided training dummy. their cooperation was better than before, but it still wasn't enough. they continued to bicker like children.

+ it was the third time when number 10 realised that hoshina soshiro had a purpose. not for himself, not for the defence force but for one individual. they were in the middle of making adjustments to the suit when suddenly, number 10 squeezed and hoshina was forced to inhale a sharp breath.

+ "oi!" he winced. "what do you think you're doing?"

+ "hoshina." number 10's face wasn't as visible as it used to be, but everyone in the room was positive that they saw a smirk bounce off of it. "you have a woman?"

+ number 10 hadn't met you. yet. hoshina wanted it to remain that way.

+ "can i see her?"

+ "absolutely not."

+ it asked him every single day, every single bloody time the suit was on his body. "when can i see this special woman?" "never." "hoh, did you meet her today?" "shut up." "i can tell from the way you're still thinking about her." "i'll rip your vocal chords out, if you even have any." "stop thinking about that kiss, it's disgusting." "maybe i'll have to do it more often to shut you up." "ah, your heart is beating faster right now, are you thinking about her—" "okonogi! get this suit off me!"

+ half of the operations team believe this to be their form of entertainment. the vice-captain is famous for victimising so many of the new recruits with his endless teasing that seeing him about to erupt under number 10's consistent yapping is actually kind of hilarious. they'd never admit that though. their jobs are still important and so are their lives.

+ word spreads fast in the third division. you try to turn a deaf ear to the obvious fact that number 10 is now infatuated by you. you've brought it up to hoshina before, but he's absolutely insistent that you will stay away from it. for your safety and for his sanity. mainly his sanity because now that he knows number 10 feeds off his thoughts, he makes it certain that if it ever hurts you—he will. oh, he will.

+ we know that hoshina is stubborn, but number 10 is just a different level. it doesn't bother talking to the members of the operation team, it only converses with hoshina because it enjoys his strength and adrenaline when they're paired together, but now it wants to meet you more than ever. now, whenever hoshina wears the suit, he feels like he's unable to breathe the more he refuses number 10's incessant whining.

+ "but you see her everyday," it complains. is it a child?! is it that desperate for a human mother?! hoshina wants to scream. "let me see her too. i want to see what kind of woman is making you even stronger. maybe it will be the same for me."

+ and he can't believe it, he really can't believe it, but he makes it happen.

+ when you enter the room—with hoshina so close behind you—none of the operations members dare to speak. hoshina has his hands in his pockets but his eyes pierce into the glowing blue hues of number 10. it's like a mental battle of who's going to break the silence first, and it certainly isn't going to be okonogi, who's on the edge of her seat.

+ "so, you're the woman."

+ you stand a metre away from the glass, a metre away from number 10, the one that almost blew hoshina's head off from the raid. to be honest, as long as it does its job on the battlefield as a numbered weapon, you don't have the biggest qualms against it. sure, it almost flattened hoshina like an ant, but it's under the defence force's command now, so you think it's safer.

+ "what a . . . " it trails off and you feel hoshina's chest pressed against your back. when you agreed to meet number 10, much to hoshina's annoyance, he had made you promise that under no circumstances would you ever go see it alone. it's weaponised, yes, but that still doesn't stop him from worrying or imagining what could happen if he's not there to protect you. he knows you're very capable, but it's just what you do when you're hopelessly in love with someone in a world where love doesn't stop death.

+ "what a splendid choice," number 10 says.

+ it . . . isn't what you expected, but you'll take it. a praise from a kaiju? a daikaiju too? yes, you'll definitely take it.

+ "let me tell you something, woman of hoshina soshiro," number 10 continues. 'woman of hoshina soshiro'—the nerve—what does he think you are, a human pet that was picked up from the road? "he is stronger when he thinks of you, i believe you to be of great value."

+ you're getting free information about hoshina soshiro from a weaponised enemy. is it a win-win or is it a tragedy? but you don't have time to process this because from behind, hoshina pipes up. "if that's all you wanted to say, it's useless. she knows that already."

+ "then, woman of hoshina soshiro, i have a proposal," it says. you hear your vice-captain huff. "make me stronger and i will never let hoshina fall."

+ it's a big request. it's a big proposal. you'd do anything to guarantee hoshina's safety, anyone's safety in a place where everything is so unpredictable, but before you can say anything, hoshina pushes you behind him and glares up at number 10.

+ "that's enough. she'll do no such thing."

+ "i asked her, not you."

+ "i control you, you don't control anyone around me."

+ and from that day onwards, it's not about making improvements towards the suit anymore or 'how does wearing number 10 feel like today, vice-captain?'

+ it's always, "okonogi, dear, it's choking me." "okonogi, is there any way you can make this stupid thing stop talking?" "hoshina soshiro, where is she?" "i told you, she's not going anywhere near you." "think about that woman again, you're too weak right now."

+ on the rare occasion where you're paired with hoshina—well, with the addition of number 10, who is very happy—you admit that hoshina is faster. with number 10, his accuracy is merciless and he's unafraid to slice anything that comes hurtling your way. this is when number 10 sees your abilities too and it's impressed. it scans your every move, the way you streak across the battlefield and blind a yoju with your weapon. it has an unfathomable amount of pride for itself and user, but bit by bit, it starts to extend that to you.

+ and especially when they win against kaiju no. 12 together. you had helped shinonome from the first division, but after hearing about hoshina's victory, you sprint like never before. he's sitting with his head resting against a boulder, his legs stretched and sword carelessly tossed beside him. you don't know if weaponised kaiju ever get tired, but humans certainly do. so, you dash over, gripping his hand and searching for any major injuries, but luckily, when you discover that he's ok, you envelope him in the biggest hug and you don't let go.

+ "when okonogi said you were losing in a close-combat battle," you say, lips lightly pressed against his neck. "i was going to make number 12 wait for me to kill you first."

+ hoshina laughs, raising his hands to smooth your hair. "i'm sure it would've agreed."

+ "you can't kill me, woman of hoshina soshiro."

+ with a blink, you remember that number 10 is still stuck to hoshina, but you snicker as you pull away, sitting in the gap between hoshina's spread out legs. you lean towards the glow in the centre of his chest. "you'll be surprised, suit of hoshina soshiro."

+ you swear you can hear it grumble. "i am not just a suit."

+ "well, i'm not just his woman either," you reply, shrugging when hoshina looks at you in disbelief. are you genuinely having a conversation with . . . a weapon? "if i wore you, you would've given up being sentient."

+ hoshina grins through his bloodied face. you reach out to gently swipe some off the fresh ones off and he leans into your touch. "i agree."

+ you keep your hand on his cheek. "you think i can tame it?"

+ "no, it'll probably grow sick of you."

+ and you pinch him.

+ "stop performing whatever you're doing in front of me," number 10 warns, but when have you or hoshina ever cared about what it thinks? "it is making me sick."

+ hoshina raises his brows. "hoh? (y/n), dear, please continue."

+ "do not."

[startographist]

I Might Bite .ᐟ

❤︎ | Resorting to dirty measures like biting your superior during sparring usually doesn't end without you having a taste of your own medicine... (2.6k wc) ╰ feat. Hoshina Soshiro (Kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 2 | kinktober masterlist

tags - subordinate! reader, biting, marking, spanking, pussy slaps, humiliation & punishment, Hoshina's kinda mean, fingering, p in v, creampies, swearing

minors do not interact

The recent uptick of kaiju attacks over the city has every member of the JAKDF on edge. No one knows when the next attack is coming or if they'll live to see their next birthday. The atmosphere in the Tachikawa base specifically felt odd. Most were hopeless, but then there was you.

You weren't the strongest by any means, but you believed that if it came to being persistent—you'd be the best. It showed; after all, you trained your ass off even in your off hours.

There were times you bled and shed a tear, but you never stopped. Your fellow officers often told you to slow down. But there was one person who always watched from the sidelines—silently observing how you improved every night that you would sneak away into the training rooms.

It was none other than your superior, Hoshina Soshiro.

The vice captain didn't seem all too interested to be invested in the lives of the officers. Frankly, he had better things to do. But the rookie that worked themselves to the bone had successfully caught his eye. There was something about them that reminded him of himself. In many ways, he was drawn to that fiery spirit.

Not a lot of recruits had your determination and he was more than willing to foster that. What kind of vice captain would he be if he didn't help you in honing your skills?

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You stared, dumbfounded, at the fox eyed man in front of you.

"Ya heard me right the first time," he insisted.

You gulp down. "Well... I'm certainly not going to refuse your offer, sir. I was just making sure I understood what you said."

"I told ya—I'll help ya train every night. I meant it."

Finding out that your superior knew you have been violating the curfew had you expecting the worst. But Hoshina's reaction was rather unforeseen.

Instead of making you run laps or do cleaning duty—he offered to train with you during your night sessions. It made sense; training with someone better than you would allow you to improve at faster speeds. The choice was a no-brainer.

"Alright... thank you, sir."

Hoshina simply nodded before walking away from you, satisfied that you were cooperative with his ideas.

"Sir!"

He turns around with a small smile. "Yes?"

"When do we start?"

"Have ya skipped a day before?"

"...No, not really."

His smile widens. "Ya have yer answer then."

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Labored breaths filled the training room—though, most of it came from you. Hoshina barely broke a sweat throughout your entire sparring session. It wasn't shocking anymore at this point.

You estimate that it's already about two weeks since he has started joining you in your training. Not once have you won against him.

At first, it felt quite motivating—knowing that you had so much to improve. But as days go by, it becomes depressing how you can never even land a good hit on him.

You weren't fit to face a kaiju with how things stand and it crushed your once blazing spirits.

With your chest heaving and your vision blurring, you continued to anticipate his next move. You figured he'd at least cut you some slack after seeing the massive difference in skill, but he was merciless. You didn't even fight back as he tackled you to the ground.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn't just talented with a blade, but also with his bare hands. Who would have thought he knew grappling as well? He easily put you in a rear naked choke and you felt your airway quickly constrict.

He taught you that if you couldn't even handle basic hand-to-hand combat—then you'd be nothing doing anything else. Besides, before ending your session with the usual bare knuckled fighting, he trained you with swords and other weapons... in which you couldn't beat him in either.

Going up against him was futile. You absorbed his teachings like a sponge, but when it came to applying them—all hope is lost.

You were going to pass out soon; you could feel it.

Despite telling yourself that you'd always fight fair and square—you realized that this wasn't the time to be righteous. Virtues, principles—whatever the fuck it is—chucked out the window.

You bit down on his arm—hard. Did you draw blood? Perhaps. But that hardly mattered to you. He finally let go, failing to defeat you completely. Hoshina hissed, checking out the fresh wound you gave him.

Neither could you move or speak. In fact, you kept your back leaning on his chest. Doing anything other than breathing was a bit too much at the moment.

"Ya play dirty, don'cha?" he whispered darkly into your ear.

The thickness and intimidation laced in his voice was enough to reinvigorate your entire being. You took the deepest breath possible before peeling yourself off of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Of course ya didn't mean ta do that, right?" he cuts you off, lifting you off of the ground with his impressive strength.

"What shall I ever do with ya? Li'l thing bitin' her superior."

You could only stutter out a pathetic apology as he carries you in his arms.

"Nah, don'cha apologize now. Ya must be sick of me treatin' ya like a ragdoll hm?"

He was right, of course. But you weren't about to admit that to him.

Hoshina carried you over to the side of the room where the long metal bench was. Even out of fighting, he continued to treat you like a doll with the way you effortlessly flipped you over. Your stomach pressed against his lap with one of his hands resting on your nape.

You weren't sure where his other hand was, but you soon found out... the hard way.

A sharp slap made its way to your ass. It had you sucking in more air than usual.

"Not even a single yelp huh? Think ya can handle more? Ya need to be punished after all."

Another slap and then another on the other cheek. Tears were starting to brim in your eyes. With the next slap, you finally yelped in pain. Hearing your sharp breaths, he caressed your poor behind in a soothing manner.

"Think ya've repented enough?"

God, you didn't want to sound weak, but a few sniffles escaped you. His question racked your brain, yet not a single good answer came for it. It was a trap and he was steadily luring you in.

You figured—silence was the best response. However, that pissed off the vice captain even more. Hoshina let out a long and deep sigh. He didn't want to do this; he swears. But you just had to push his buttons.

"Not speakin' huh? How many times will ya disrespect yer superior after I've been kind enough ta be trainin' ya every night?"

If you've learned one thing about him these past few sessions—it was that he never gave you time to react. Only now, you're discovering that it applies to things apart from fighting as well.

He slid you off his lap without warning. Soon as you flipped yourself over, the vice captain was already hovering over you with a stern expression on his face.

He inched closer, slowly but steadily. His eyes never left yours and it seemed to have you in a trance because you failed to realize how he had already caged you between his thick arms.

"Sir..." you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"So you can speak?"

Your eyes finally stray from his face, feeling flustered by the proximity.

"Ya should use that mouth of yers fer talkin' —not fer bitin' ," he said. He leaned in to the point that you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. It was tantalizing—almost paralyzing. "I think ya should get a taste of yer own medicine," he added.

No time was given to protest as he sunk his sharp teeth into your neck. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his arms. He suckled on the tender skin, sure to leave a mark that you'd have to cover up in the morning.

Then another bite came. Your fingers dug into his flesh. It was painful, but oddly arousing. The intoxicating scent he radiated coupled with his fine looks were a recipe for disaster. But the only one being ruined was you.

Perhaps he felt satisfied after two bites, settling on wet kisses scattered on your neck instead. He kept getting lower and lower until he was met with a barrier.

"Lemme get this out of the way, a'ight?" he says before gripping the soft fabric of your black tanktop—ripping it apart. He smirked at the sight, a flimsy lacey bra.

He pushed it up before smashing his face down on your chest, sucking and lightly biting at a sensitive bud. Your hands went from his biceps to his hair, almost pulling out the strands from the roots.

He bit, tugged, and marked you all over again—like he was staking claim. Hoshina made sure to give attention to the other one as well, sucking on the swell of your breast while using his fingers to toy with the other.

Truth be told, he was too excited and immersed in devouring you that he only now became aware of your sounds. It was delightful to say the least. It made him smile as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

You began to arch your back, needing more of him. But he took this as a sign to go even lower, planting more kisses that trailed down your stomach. He was giving you whiplash with the alternating softness and harshness of his touch.

He looked up at you and saw your dazed expression, unable to even look back at him. This was fine; this was the only time he'd permit a subordinate not looking him in the eye.

For once, you were able to catch your breath and make sense of it all. You returned your gaze to the man above you. He was hovering over you again, looking down with a feral glare. His large hand gripped your thigh.

"Ya know... fer someone bein' disciplined... ya sure look like yer enjoyin' this."

"I'm not," you retorted. But both of you knew the truth.

"Ya challengin' me? Let's see then, shall we?"

He made quick work of the zipper on your pants before pulling it down and throwing it off to God knows where. His eyes opened slightly, zeroing on the damp patch on your panties. Of course, he was right.

"Would ya look at that—yer pussy's all soaked from that. How naughty."

"I... I... um..."

He huffed. "Ya what?"

Slap. He had slapped your pussy. The stinging sensation had you arching your back off of the cold metallic surface of the bench. A soft groan fell from your lips.

He landed another slap. "Look at how wet ya are right now. Ya shouldn't have lied huh?"

As if to soothe you again, he began rubbing his thumb over your poor cunt. "Didn't mean ta make her cry."

Hoshina smirked at his own joke—because who else would appreciate it? Definitely not you; you were too fucked out to even catch everything that he's saying.

He hooked a finger in the gusset before pulling your panties out of the way. The sight of your dripping cunt made his dick twitch. He had already been especially frustrated this week and the cute little subordinate he trained every night wasn't helping. Her little stunt was essentially the final nail in the coffin.

There was nothing else he wanted more but to fuck you senseless already. But he was a refined man; he had patience.

Hoshina pushed in two digits at first and it almost made him shudder with how tight and warm you were. Patience be damned; he was crumbling all too quickly for his liking.

"Fuck... yer suckin' it in."

A string of soft moans left you. It was music to his ears and he wanted it to be louder.

He began fucking his fingers into you at a faster pace. The muscles of his arm tensed and the veins on his forearm were popping out. A loud and vulgar moan reverberated through the training room. You could only hope that everyone in the base was asleep because there was no way you could be quiet with what he's doing to you.

You tightened around his fingers before unravelling completely. Your pussy fluttered, cumming on to his fingers shamelessly. It almost felt like a task to him—only getting it out of the way to get to the main event.

Hoshina pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean. He would have loved to get a taste of it on his tongue, but all restraint had been lost. He had to sheath himself in you or else he'd actually lose it.

"Take a deep breath for me, a'ight?" he says while unzipping his pants, only barely pulling out his leaking cock from its confines.

Maybe you should have listened because the sudden intrusion of his cock knocked the air out of your lungs. It filled you up nicely, hitting every spot with just one fluid motion.

He groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His fingers were practically white with how hard he gripped the bench supporting the both of you.

"Coulda fought me with this instead. Maybe ya coulda won," he teased. He began slowly fucking into you, perhaps a reprieve after his previous actions.

Your hands held on to his back, softly digging your nails into the chiseled flesh. A satisfied groan poured from his smiling lips.

The string of moans coming from you urged him to go faster. He had enough of being slow and soft. He snapped his hips at a maddening pace almost immediately. Your leg fell of the bench, hanging off and allowing him deeper access into you.

He never faltered for a second—even as he leaned down to leave marks on your neck again. You held him closer to you as if you never wanted him to leave... and he wasn't; at least, not until you've cum all over his cock.

His ragged breaths filled your ear as he continued to rut into you. Hoshina was tough, ruthless, and precise—much like on the battlefield.

A familiar clench squeezed his dick. "Ya close? Ya gonna cum on my cock? C'mon, do it," he goaded.

His thumb began circling your swollen clit. After holding on to the cold bench for a while, his touch felt freezing. The warmth you felt inside contrasted with the cold touch of his thumb. The sensation was almost numbing with how good it felt.

"Wanna cum with me? How romantic of ya," he teased again. "Fuck... I'm cummin' —take it all. This is still part of yer punishment. Got that?"

You responded with a breathless moan. That was all it took before hot ropes of cum filled you. The warmth seemed to push you over the edge as well, milking him for all he's worth. And like he said—it would be romantic. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Ya learned yer lesson yet?" he asked, but not before capturing your wet lips in a kiss.

Hoshina let a shaky breath out as he pulled away. He knew it would be good, but he wasn't expecting for it to be this good.

"Shit... was only plannin' one round. Guess it wouldn't hurt ta discipline ya more."

He lazily rubbed his still hard cock. "C'mon, get on all fours fer me and I might not make ya run laps in morning's training." He watched intently as you followed, lining up his dick against your entrance. It was going to be a long night.

"Good fuckin' girl."

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╰ author's note slightly longer I guess because I like Hoshina more lol

[startographist]

talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things !!

ᝰ.ᐟ after narrowly avoiding a kaiju attack unharmed, you think you’ve gotten away unscathed until you start feeling an unfamiliar, unsatiable heat building inside of you. it’s almost similar to the funny butterflies you get in your tummy when you see your older brother’s rival, third division vice captain soshiro hoshina. and wouldn’t you know it: you just so happen to cross paths with him. ( fem!reader )

pairing soshiro hoshina x reader word count 4.8k content contains soft dom!hoshina, slight love confessions, narumi's younger + civilian sister!reader, creampie, forbidden romance-ish, you two get caught by narumi in the end, sex pollen, biting (please look at hoshina's lil fangs & tell me he ISN'T a biter) kinktober masterlist

You’re in trouble. 

Gen always said you had a knack for getting yourself into situations. You always got in trouble back in school because one student would act up and make a mess, escaping in time, leaving you as the only person for the teacher to catch. Or, someone would break something in a store, and you’d be the unsuspecting customer to happen to walk down the aisle the same time the manager comes by to investigate. In a pay-it-forward chain, you naturally get stuck in front of the person with a 10-people group order, and you’ve always been too kindhearted (and people pleasing) to break the chain… 

Needless to say, it isn’t that you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble. It’s just that you always happen to find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

In your defense, your neighborhood isn’t just relatively safe — it’s as safe as can be. Gen’s the one who vetted it out for you in the first place, still a little annoyed that his little sister wants to play at being independent. Do you know how dangerous it is for a young woman to live alone in this city? He told you, before complaining that you’re one of the biggest headaches in his life. 

He says this, but he’s the one who patrolled your neighborhood for the two weeks leading up to you moving in. He’s the one who scaled the apartment complex and made sure the security measures were up to par. He’s the one who accessed all records of nearby kaiju attacks and took in the statistical data with careful consideration before finally agreeing that you could live here. You know your older brother cares. It’s why you always try to practice caution in your everyday life. The last thing you want is to be an inconvenience for him. 

This, you think nervously, goes a bit beyond a mere inconvenience. 

Right in front of the gates of your well-protected, super-safe luxury apartment complex is a kaiju. 

And while you and Gen might share the same genes, there are some differences between you and your older brother. The most important one right now being the fact that while he’s the captain of the First Division in the Defense Force, you’re just a civilian. 

A civilian who always finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

You’re not sure how long the monster’s been here, nor are you going to bother sticking around to find out. You have no clue when the Defense Force is going to dispatch, and you happen to be the only unlucky soul outside right now. The kaiju’s already detected your presence, and you fumble for the bracelet on your wrist, searching desperately for the emergency button on the wristband. Gen had gotten this custom-made for you. The minute you activate the button, Gen’s notified of your location. It’s an in-case-of-emergency-only, and you’ve never felt the need to use it before. Until now.

You take a few steps back, almost stumbling on the pavement, palming at your bracelet, letting out a sigh of relief as you find the tiny button. And then your heart drops as you realize just how bad your luck is.

The button’s jammed. 

Because of course it would be. 

Because you just always have to constantly be in trouble, don’t you? 

The last thing you can think about before your impending doom is that you hope Gen won’t be too upset. Everyone thinks your older brother is childish and sometimes hard to deal with, but you know him best. If only you were a bit more like him; maybe then you wouldn’t feel so resigned to your fate.

“[Name]? Whaddya doin’?” Casually dropping by — no, literally dropping onto the pavement — is none other than Third Division Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina. 

On one hand, you’re happy he’s here. You are definitely not dying today. On the other hand… Why did it have to be him of all people? It’s one thing to have a near-death experience, but to have it in front of your longtime crush? You honestly wished the kaiju got a hit on you. Nothing fatal; just enough to have you in a coma, or better yet, turn you into an amnesiac so you never have to relive this moment in your memories. 

“H-Hoshina?” You squeak out. He gives you a concerned look before turning all of his attention to the kaiju, brandishing his swords in one swift, fluid movement. 

You’ve seen footage of Hoshina fighting before, even going out of your way to search up news footage of the Third Division’s missions just to catch a glimpse of the Vice Captain. You’re used to the way Gen fights; hard and fast, sometimes a bit flashy. He’s hard to miss when he’s hauling his almost cartoonishly big bayonet attached to his massive rifle. Maybe it’s crush bias, but you admire the way Hoshina fights. With him, he’s all lithe muscle and agility. There’s a sort of beauty to the way he fights, moving like a dancer, every arc and stroke of his twin blades purposeful. 

Despite the size of the beast in front of you, a muscular mass of pink and purple flesh, Hoshina makes quick work of it. So quick, in fact, that he doesn’t think to consult the command and support center as he digs his blades into its body, landing fatal cuts that take down the kaiju—

—and allowing its massive body to emit a strange violet gas that quickly starts to spread all over the scene. The scent of it is sickeningly sweet, and it overwhelms you.

Eyes wide, Hoshina sprints to your side, tugging at his own mask as if he’s about to force you to put it on, but you shake your head. You’re coughing, inhaling the mysterious vapor the now-dead kaiju is emitting, but you feel fine enough to start walking to the gate of your apartment.

“Fuck.” Hoshina curses, rushing to your side, gripping your left arm as you finish punching in the gate code. “Hey, are you hurt anywhere? D’you feel weird, funny, anything?” 

His concern for you is making you feel embarrassed, but it’s not like that’s the answer he’s searching for. 

“I’m fine, really.” You force a smile. “I’m safe now, all thanks to you. I’m sure Gen’s going to have a lot to say about this.” You roll your eyes, trying to lighten the mood, but Hoshina’s red eyes are staring deep into your own. He’s not laughing. In fact, this is one of the rare moments where you’ve ever seen the Vice Captain so serious. 

“Let me walk ya up to your apartment, at least. Just in case somethin’ happens.” 

You want to tell him that you’re pretty sure there’s no other kaijus lurking around in the hallway of your complex, ready to strike, but you can tell he’s stubborn. And besides, later at night, when you’re all alone and falling asleep to fantasies about a world where Soshiro Hoshina likes you just as much as you like him, you’ll romanticize the fuck out of him being so concerned for your safety.

Because at the end of the day, it’s Hoshina’s job to protect the defenseless citizens like you. He’d do this for any other person who has bad luck like you. It’s not like he’s walking you back, concerned for your safety, purely because it’s you.

Following your string of bad luck is the fact that the elevators are currently out of order. Fantastic.

You turn to him. “Um, I don’t really think walking up almost a dozen flight of stairs is in your job description. You can just leave me here, really! I’ll even call my brother, just in case you think something bad might happen to me in the five minutes you leave me alone.” 

“Don’t be silly, Junior.” This time, Hoshina does flash you his normal, teasing smile. The one that you fell head over heels for back on the primary school playground. The gesture is enough to make you almost ignore the way he brings up that stupid nickname. Junior. Narumi Junior — that’s who you are to him. His rival’s annoying little sister, always faithfully trailing behind her older brother, never saying a word when Gen starts throwing insults his way. “Just ‘cause I’m not captain of the First Division doesn’t mean I can’t handle a few flight of stairs. Ya doubtin’ me?” 

You shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip. Hoshina’s just being nice, you tell yourself. And you have to keep repeating this mantra in your head as you dutifully follow a step behind him on the stairs. 

You’ve noticed it before, but you’ve never been this close up ‘til now. Hoshina’s uniform fits him very well. The black fabric of the suit only serves to emphasize the lean muscles he’s spent years training, his Defense Force-issued boots only serve to announce every step he takes, even the gas mask he wears to protect himself — all of it just suits him so well. 

You try to ignore the flicker of heat lighting up your core, something a little bit more intense than the little flutter of butterflies you normally get when you’re next to Hoshina. You just have to make it back to your apartment, you reason. You’ll make it back to your apartment, and you can lay down on your bed, and then you’ll have all the time in the world to think about how nice Hoshina looks in his uniform, and how special you feel that he’s personally escorting you home. 

But the growing heat within you becomes harder to ignore, and you can’t quite control your labored breaths, not from the walk upstairs but from the fact that you truly do feel hot. Hot, and dizzy, and downright desperate for some relief. Something isn’t right, you realize. And Hoshina catches on quick, too, especially when your knees buckle and you nearly fall until he catches you in his arms. 

He says your name so seriously, you’re almost snapped out of whatever weird daze you’re in. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” His eyes scan your weakened body before pulling you closer to him. In a second, he’s lifting you up, carrying you bridal style as he starts to sprint up the stairs. You know there’s a time and place for everything, but you can’t help but admire the fact that Hoshina can carry you while running up several stories and he’s not even breaking a sweat. 

The thought of this makes your core grow warmer, and you wriggle a bit in his hold. 

“We’re almost to your apartment, don’t worry.” He reassures you, tightening his grip on you. Hoshina is holding you so close to him that with every inhale, you breathe him in. He smells of musky cologne and something familiar from your childhood, like mochi and other sweets. It’s a funny mix, but it suits him. You find yourself snuggling even closer to him, and if you were in your right state of mind, you would be screaming at yourself for being so bold. But the heat inside of you, it’s seeking him out. 

“I need your key, [Name].” He tells you, and despite the way he’s clearly in a rush, he’s still patient and sweet with you. 

You shamelessly bury the front of your face into his chest, trying to avoid him as you admit, “I must’ve dropped it.” 

He swears, but it’s not at you. “That’s okay.” He tells you, even though you’re proving to be a very inconvenient girl. “Hey, who pays for this apartment?” 

“Gen.” You sheepishly admit. You offered to pay the rent, but he’s the one who chose the insanely expensive penthouse for you. One of you is making a Captain-level salary, and it’s damn sure not you. It only makes sense he’d cover rent. 

“Good.” Hoshina says, before promptly kicking open your door.

And again, time and place for everything, but you can’t help but get a little too excited at his show of strength. 

Hoshina sets you down gently on your bed, frowning as he takes you in. 

“What’s the matter? You need to tell me how you’re feelin’, or else I can’t help you, okay?” 

Hoshina’s being so gentle with you, it’s enough to make your heart soar and ache all at once. He leans down, pressing a cool hand to your forehead. You must feel normal enough, because he doesn’t make a comment, even though you feel like you’re burning up. 

You know what’s the matter. 

You want Soshiro Hoshina in a way a woman wants a man. 

“...hot…” You finally mutter out, squirming on top of your sheets. “I‘m hot.” 

“Hot?” Hoshina’s confused for a few seconds, until he watches the way you press your thighs together, your tiny fingers tugging at your clothes, the way you bite down on the bottom of your lip before peering up at him curiously, trying to see if he understands you. 

It hits him all at once. A kaiju that’s a blend of pink and purple, the sweet scent its gas emitted. This is a rare type of kaiju; the one that boosts one’s pheromones, turns its victim delirious with lust. The only way to help, really, is for the affected person to be truly satiated. 

He knows it’s wrong to think of Narumi’s little sister like this, but Hoshina would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about you writhing on a bed, wantonly calling out his name, begging for him to give you relief that you can’t find from anyone else. He dreams about it, really. Not just the sex, but everything that encompasses taking care of you. He wants to make sure that you’re always well taken care of, always safe, always protected. This isn’t the Third Divison’s territory, y’know. But between patrol breaks, Hoshina finds himself around your neighborhood just on the off chance that something bad happens. It’s a good thing he was there today. 

And it’s his lucky day, he thinks, that he’s here with you now.

No other man would treat you as well. No other man would be able to satiate you.

“Let me help you, baby.” The pet name rolls off easily on his tongue. He’s so used to teasing you, careful to avoid saying your name too much. He saves his reverent groans of your name for when he’s pumping his cock in the darkness of his room. “I know exactly what you need.” 

“Hoshina.” You moan out, and he swallows hard at how desperate you sound for him. “I need you so bad.”

“It’s the kaiju.” He mutters, getting on the bed with you, balancing himself on his knees. He’s towering over you from this angle, and you look up at him. “The kaiju’s gas acts as a… bit of a sex pollen, really. And I can help ya combat the effects, but I— I can’t take advantage of ya. You’re Narumi’s precious lil’ sister. It’d be wrong.” He’s trying to talk some sense, but you’re immediately frowning. 

“Nuh uh.” You whine out, pouting. And it’s thanks to the kaiju that you have lowered your inhibitions, because you would never admit this out loud otherwise. “I always want Vice Captain Hoshina like this.” 

Fuck. You know just how to drive a man crazy.

“Usin’ my title?” He grins, leaning down to get his face closer to yours. “Good girl. Ya mind your manners, don’t ya?” 

And he rewards you with a kiss. 

The kiss turns hungry, desperate. You’re tilting your head up a bit to try to capture his lips some more, even though the two of you are already as close as can be. You two are a mess of tongue and teeth by the time you have to struggle for oxygen, and as he reluctantly pulls back, there’s even a thin string of saliva still connecting the two of you. 

“So, ya always wanted me, huh?” The thought that the girl of his dreams could possibly want him as much as he wants her turns him on like nothing else. He must be dreaming, he decides. And then he thinks, he doesn’t fucking care if this is a dream or not. If he gets to fuck you boneless, then he trusts in himself to never wake up. “Whaddya like about me so much?” 

He’s just teasing you now. He’s always teasing you. It’s what he’s good at. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shyly admit, “I’ve always liked you. Even before you got the fancy uniform and your rank. You’re funny and sweet and you care about others.” Even in your sex-focused mind, the genuine feelings you harbor for Hoshina shine through. This catches him off guard. 

You might be under the effects of the kaiju’s vapor, but the sweet girl he’s fallen for is still laying down right underneath him. It’s not just lust for you. There’s genuine love.

“Fuck, I’m gonna treat you so well.” He peppers kisses all over your face; your cheeks, your eyelids, your jawline, teasing you ‘til he finally, finally, plants a kiss on your swollen lips again. 

He makes quick work of your clothes, committing the sight of your bare body to his memory. He tells you you’re beautiful, and he means it. You want to tell him to stop trying to charm you, but then he’s immediately going down on you, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs as he spreads them apart, forcing you to open yourself up to him.

You’re caught off guard, but your body screams in relief as you watch Hoshina get eye-level with your cunt. He licks his lips before glancing up at you. 

“Such a cute pussy my lil’ civvie baby has.” Civvie — Hoshina never lets you forget that you’re a civilian, but you don’t know it yet (you will, eventually), but Hoshina’s never actually been bothered about this fact. Actually, he takes pride in the idea that he’ll be the one to take care of you, the one to keep you safe. 

Right now, though, he’s tasked with being the one who makes sure you’re satiated.

You have the prettiest pussy Hoshina’s ever, and as his mouth descends onto your waiting heat, he determines that you’ve got the sweetest taste, too. You let out cute, little mewls that only motivate him to devour you some more, and he groans into your pussy as he laps at your arousal, your juices seeming to never stop flowing. 

Your body arches up, and Hoshina has to apply pressure to his grip on your thighs, to force you back down so he can continue licking at your cunt at his own hungry pace. When bucking your hips fails, you find yourself losing control of your body, your legs spasming, your thighs clamping down on his head. Your fingers tangle themselves into the thick, dark strands of Hoshina’s hair, and he thinks you’re trying to suffocate him with your pussy.

What a way to go, honestly. 

He manages to lift his head up, cheeks flushed from the heat in between your thighs, chin and lips wet with your juices. “Ahh.” He smacks his lips, licking up traces of your slick that his tongue can reach. “My civvie has the sweetest pussy in the world.” He inserts a finger into your wet hole, and you literally yelp. Your walls hungrily clamp down on his single digit, and he laughs. 

“D’ya want more?” He sounds innocent enough, almost as if he isn’t leisurely fucking you with one finger. “‘Cause I can give ya more. All ya have to do is ask.”

“Pl-ease.” The word comes out in broken syllables. You clutch at his bicep, nails digging into the material of his combat suit. It’s because he still has his uniform on that he can’t really feel you. 

“Who are ya askin’?” He teases, pumping his finger at the same agonizingly slow pace he’s been giving you. You keep clenching around him, your body making it obvious who you’re hungry for. 

“I-I’m asking Vice Captain Hos— Soshiro.”

You say his title, and he feels himself tightening in his combat suit. You say his name, and his heart nearly skips a beat.

Oh, he’ll give you everything he’s got, now.

The intrusion of three fingers inside your cunt catches you off guard, and he swallows up that shocked moan of yours by slotting his mouth against yours, kissing you with a vigorous passion that has you realizing that maybe Soshiro just might like you back. 

He spreads his fingers while they’re buried deep inside your cunt, trying to desperately stretch out your pussy, get you nice and wet and ready to take his cock. 

“Ah! Wait! No, ‘Shiro, please!” You protest as he pulls his fingers out, licking and savoring the taste of your essence. You were about to cum, and he knew it. 

He plants a rather chaste kiss on your forehead before telling you, “You hafta ask me to cum, okay? Can my little civvie baby get that in her head?” 

You nod weakly, sniffling a bit as you’re disappointed from your stolen orgasm. 

“Hey,” he taps on your cunt gently, but with just enough firm pressure to make you understand you have to look at him, to listen to his commands. “When your Vice Captain tells ya somethin’, ya need to answer. Where’s my baby’s manners?” 

“S-sorry, Vice Captain.” You look up at him, teary-eyed. “Can I please cum?” 

“Aw, you’re askin’ me so sweetly, it’s hard to say no to you.” But from the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes, it’s clear what his answer is. “But today, you’re only gonna be able to cum all over my cock.” 

Hoshina makes no effort to take off his clothes fully. The uniform that you admire him in is only being pulled out of the way rather than completely off. Hoshina messes with the bottom half, pulling at the suit until he can free his cock. He’s already hard, and he pumps his cock a few times, using the fingers covered in his spit and your slick to act as lube. 

“See how hard your Vice Captain is? My little civvie got me all fired up.” There’s a feral, crazed look in his eyes as he stares down at you, at how your legs are spread and your pussy is so wet. “This is what you wanted the whole time, huh? You wanted to be stuffed full of my cock. Poor baby.” His tone is mocking, but it only makes your hole clench at nothing. You’re so heartbreakingly empty of him that you’ll do anything to make sure he gives you what he promised. “I know, you must be all hot and bothered right now. Pussy so empty, waitin’ for me, huh?” 

You nod, tears streaming down your face. Hoshina chuckles at the sight. He hasn’t even fucked you properly yet, and you’re already a mess. Fuck, he loves you so much. 

When he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, your pussy is instantly swallowing him up, greedy for more of him. So he gives in, because the two of you have clearly been wanting and waiting for this for so long, why bother dragging it out any further?

“A-ah.” Your legs are trembling as your pussy engulfs more and more of Hoshina’s thick cock. “It’s too big.” You whine out, more tears falling as you take him in completely, his whole entire cock buried deep inside of you, throbbing impatiently, insisting that he pins you down and fucks you hard and fast.

“It’ll be okay.” He reassures you, rubbing comforting circles on your hip. “I’ll make ya feel so good. Ya just gotta relax for me, baby. Remember? You’re the one who wanted this so badly.” He coos, moving his hand to rub at your clit, the little nub hardening for him. “Good girl, atta girl, that’s my precious civvie. Doin’ so good for me; I knew you would.” He praises you when he feels you start to move your hips a bit, begging for movement now, and he kisses your cheek when he feels your pussy yielding to his cock. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.” 

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“You feel so good.” He grunts this directly in your ear, which rewards him with a cute little whimper from you, and the feel of your pussy clamping down on him, tightening and preening at the praise. He’s holding himself up by his elbows, his face so close to your own as he fucks you, just like how he promised he would. It’s sweetly intimate this way, and you love it. He can tell.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So tight. So fuckin’ wet.” His thrusts are deep, powerful. His cock seems to reach into the depths of your pussy, and you don’t think you’ll ever recover. You don’t think you want to. 

You curl your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to you. Your string of moans and broken sobs of his name haven’t stopped flowing from your lips, and the pleasure is so overwhelming, so good, so Hoshina. You don’t realize what he’s planning on doing until it’s too late. He licks at the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, deciding which spot he wants to mark up first, before taking his sharp canines, the ones you love so much, and digging them deep into your flesh. 

“Ah!” The pain bleeds in with the pleasure. The sting of his bite is heightened when he nuzzles your neck with his nose endearingly, almost as an apology, before he bites down in a different spot. Marking his territory. 

It feels so good in such a foreign way, you forget what your Vice Captain told you. If you want to cum, you have to ask. But he’s making you feel so good, your climax comes without warning. Your walls tighten up around him, and he can feel you, can feel you creaming around his cock like the dirty, disobedient girl you are.

“What did I tell ya?” He growls, looking down at where the two of you are connected. He pulls out a bit, just to stare at the ring of white encircling his cock. “Hm?” He takes a hand to grab at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Is my little civvie so fucked dumb her brain doesn’t work anymore? I thought I told ya that if you wanted to cum, you better ask my permission.”

“I’m s-sorry!” You gasp out. “B-but you made me feel… Felt too good, I didn’t know I was going to!” You’re crying again now, and he almost feels bad. Instead, he likes this power he has over you, and he’s back to being his usual, teasing and mocking self. 

“Aw, did I break you?” He coos sweetly, pounding into your pussy with a fervor he hasn’t exhibited before. Your eyes widen when you realize he still has on his combat suit. He’s drawing out his strength from the suit, using it to fuck into you even harder. “S’okay, baby. No need to cry. I’m not mad at ya.” 

His hips stutter when he’s ready to finish. His thrusts falter in its usual pinpoint precise movements, and he drags your body towards him, pushing you deep onto his cock as he groans out your name. The heat of his cum fills your twitching, sensitive cunt, and you think you could probably cum again just from the pleasure of having Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina fill you up. 

“Ah, fuck.” He breathes out, leaning his forehead against your own, panting a bit, his chest rising and falling. “You drive me crazy, ya know that?” 

You let out a weak giggle, equally breathless. Your mind feels a lot clearer now, the heat within you subsiding greatly. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, refusing to let him go even though he refuses to leave you in the first place. He looks like he’s about to say something until a familiar, booming voice comes from the front of your apartment.

“[Name]?” Gen calls out, his footsteps indicating that he’s coming closer. “[Name], where are you?” 

Your eyes widen in shock and fear, the cute afterglow of the moment officially ruined, all thanks to your annoying older brother. Hoshina is quick when he pulls the covers of your bed over your naked body, and he’s adjusting his combat suit as Gen makes it to your bedroom. 

You shut your eyes, not wanting to witness the expression on your brother’s face.

“Oh, Narumi.” Hoshina says brightly. “Funny runnin’ into you here.”

[startographist]

contravention

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

Hoshina finds himself in a precarious situation when his repeated use of the No. 10 suit sends his body into a rut, one that's only further exacerbated when you let yourself into his office without warning.

wc: 3.2k

c: 18+ only, friends to lovers, rut dynamics, breeding kink, oral sex (f & m!receiving), cum eating, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampies, too many creampies to count, copious amounts of cum, a ridiculous amount of orgasms, pussy drunk!hoshina, required horny suspension of disbelief, author takes great liberties with human biology

a/n: this one goes out to the two requests i received for hoshina + office, in addition to an older request for him in a rut!

SPICY SLEEPOVER — ROUND V

There are three things Soshiro Hoshina promised himself when he was sworn into his position as Vice-Captain of the Third Division—

To give his life to the JAKDF. 

To do everything within his power and abilities to ensure the safety and preparedness of each and every officer under his watch. 

—and to never let himself get involved with a fellow officer. 

…after all, sentimentality is a dangerous weapon to hang oneself with.

The third is the reason he’s currently staring at you with wide, panicked eyes as you step past the threshold of his locked office door, your brows furrowed as you point what appears to be a hairpin in his direction. 

“You’ve been holed up in here for days, Soshiro,” you frown, your gaze tracking across the uncharacteristically messy state the room is currently in. Paperwork is left askew across the surface of his desk, a haphazard pile of blankets and pillows stacked on the couch, and an array of takeout food and drink containers is stacked precariously atop the filing cabinet. 

Soshiro grips the edge of his desk, teeth grinding as he fights to ignore the surge of possessive, blinding heat that unfurls inside of him at the sound of his given name on your lips. 

(It was an exception he was too weak to deny you, not when you’ve become the closest friend he’s ever had in the years since you joined the Defense Force.)

You begin to walk toward him, and his nostrils flare, chest heaving as the familiar, soft scents of your perfume and shampoo invade his senses, amplified like never before. 

“S-stop,” he gasps, hunching forward, palms flat against the desk as he inhales sharply. 

Your voice has an edge of panic to it as you stride closer. “Soshiro?”

He backs up, putting several more feet of space between the two of you, though the added proximity does little to quell the blazing fire your presence has ignited in his veins. 

“I…there’s….,” his throat burns as he tries to talk, “…a side effect from Number 10.”

A rut, to be precise. 

Biologically, it makes zero sense. There are no reported cases on file across the JAKDF of similar side effects as a result of kaiju weaponization. And Soshiro’s not even wearing the goddamn suit, he hasn’t been since he collapsed in the middle of the training grounds earlier in the week without warning. 

But the medical team at the Third Division has since hypothesized that it’s a particular irregularity resulting from the repeated usage of the No. 10 suit which has simply tricked his body into believing it’s going into an animalistic rut, of sorts. 

His cock has been achingly hard nearly round the clock all week, a thick and throbbing presence between his legs no matter how many times he brings himself to completion. 

Mortifyingly, after the higher ups insisted on contacting Captain Gen Narumi of the First Division to see if he had any insight, the other man had nearly laughed himself out of his seat as he suggested Soshiro try “fucking it out of his system.”

And this is where your presence has now become a problem. 

Deny it as he might, there’s a traitorous golden thread of sentimentality for you that runs deep in Soshiro’s veins, one that has nearly cost the team a mission on several occasions at times when he’s found himself too focused on your individual wellbeing on the battlefield. 

He sees the way you look at him. 

He feels the way his stupid, reckless heart throbs against his ribcage in your presence. 

He knows what this could be—what the two of you could have. If only he was weak enough to bend to the will of his own desires. 

But under the influence of the rut currently sinking its ruthless fangs into his better judgment, he’s a weak man. 

He’s a weak, hungry, desperate man who wants to claim you as his. 

Who wants to breed you, to fill you with his seed, to pump every last drop of cum he has left to give into the tight, slippery warmth of your cunt. 

This is why he’s been avoiding you specifically, why he’s teetering on the frantic edge of panic as he feels his body’s visceral, uncontrollable reaction to your presence. 

You sigh, expression softening. “I didn’t realize it was this bad.”

He stares at you in confusion and chokes out, “What?”

“Well…Captain Narumi called me to ask how you were doing, which threw me off. He didn’t go into much detail, but I…I got the gist of it.”

“That asshole…” Soshiro groans. 

“I think he was trying to be nice, if you can believe that. But I just…I know you like thinking you have to shoulder every burden yourself, and you hate asking for help. And you’ve been ignoring all of my texts. So I’m here now to offer you whatever help you may need.”

Soshiro maneuvers himself behind the side of his desk, if only to hide the stiff erection currently tented at the front of his pants. “This…I don’t…this ain’t somethin’ you can help me with.”

Putting your hands on your hips, you huff. “You look like you’re barely keeping it together. And I…” you scratch the back of your head, looking a bit sheepish, “I may have done some research. On the internet.”

“Research?!”

“I mean, I know the mental gymnastics of applying the concept from animals to kaiju to humans isn’t exactly laying the groundwork for the next peer-reviewed scientific study…”

“Do ya even know what you’re saying?”

You sidestep around the barrier of the desk, and Soshiro backs up again, his shoulder blades hitting the wall, the obvious outline of his cock in his pants the least of his concerns now. 

“I’m saying that your body probably isn’t going to revert back to normal until you satisfy the conditions of your rut.”

A subtle shiver runs through him. “I’ve tried,” he grumbles, looking off to the side. 

“Oh?” you ask, an odd look crossing your face, one that he can’t quite read—but it makes something inside of him clench all the same. 

“By myself, I mean,” he continues. “Many times, actually. S’not changing anything.”

“Because your body wants you to breed someone. Well, probably in the hypothetical sense, like just finishing inside of them…,” you reply, matter-of-factly. Like his cock isn’t threatening to thrash its way past his zipper at the sound of those words on your lips. 

He inhales slowly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before finding your gaze once more. “‘m not goin’ out and findin’ some random—“

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Excuse me?” Soshiro’s not sure he remembers how to breathe. 

“Use me, breed me. Whatever it’s going to take to get you out of this room and back into commission.”

He’s going to lose his fucking mind. 

“I can’t—“

“I trust you, Soshiro. I trust you more than anyone else. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me. And I know you refuse to let yourself care about anyone enough to become a liability…but I’m here if you want me. If you’ll have me.”

Everything inside of Soshiro feels like it’s reaching a breaking point, a fever pitch. He takes one step toward you, and then another. 

—and it’s almost excruciating, the distance that remains, every cell and fiber in his body helplessly, desperately drawn toward your gravitational pull. 

“…also I…the contraceptive part is covered. So I won’t actually get pregnant. You can come inside of me as many times as you need to…”

Another step. 

“…or as many times as you want to…”

He’s standing directly in front of you, his muscles tensing painfully as he begins to feel the warmth of your body heat. 

“I locked myself in here to stay away from you,” he rasps. 

Your face falls a fraction. “Am I that terrible of an option?”

“No.” He sidesteps, and you turn to face him, your backside leaning against his desk. “You were the only option I want.”

You blink, clearly a bit taken aback by the admission. “Then why didn’t you tell me? I feel like I’m not exactly subtle about my feelings…”

“Cause I don’t know if this is goin’ to stop if we do this. I don’t know what kinda side effects there might be afterward.”

“Are you trying to scare me off with the threat of a potential sex sabbatical if your boner doesn’t go down?”

He bites the inside of his lower lip. “I’m tryin’ to warn ya that I don’t know if we can go back to normal after this…it’s more than just sexual…there’s this possessive feeling eatin’ me alive whenever I so much as think about ya.”

You lean more of your weight back into the desk, letting one of your feet slide forward to nudge against Soshiro’s. 

“You know just about everyone in the entire Defense Force already thinks we’re dating, right? Captain Narumi started crying laughing when I got into an argument with him over it.”

Soshiro’s self control is dangling by the edge of a frayed, treacherous rope. 

“You really wanna do this?”

“I was already yours, Soshiro. Even if you weren’t ready to acknowledge it.”

A ragged exhale leaves him at that, every last piece of his desire falling at his feet and bursting into flames. And when you meet him halfway as his lips come crashing into yours, Soshiro knows there’s no turning back. 

Distantly, Soshiro knows that if he were in the right state of mind, this would unfold in a far different manner. He’d settle down into his office chair, tugging you into his lap to kiss you soft and slow and languid. 

He’d take his time, familiarizing himself with each dip and curve of your body. Every corner, every plane. Every little sound and reaction. He’d use his lips and his fingers first, until you’re pliant and sated under his touch. 

He’d kiss the corner of your mouth and worship the very sight of you, tell you just how fucking terribly in love he is with you. 

But you know him better than anyone else, and he you. 

So when he gets out an, “I’m sorry,” between frantic, sloppy kisses as his hands fumble for the button of your pants—

When you gasp at the feeling of his fingers grazing your slit and bite down on his lower lip and moan into his open mouth, “Next time.”—

He knows you understand all that he wants to give you to, that this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. That you trust him and want him enough to let him fuck you through his rut like an animal moments after you’ve shared your first kiss. 

Despite the unbearable ache of his cock, which only grows worse when you begin to palm him through his pants, Soshiro still manages one thing—one moment of pleasure that he’s fucking dreamed of giving you over and over again. 

He has little regret for the way he swipes all of the paperwork off of his desk in one go before he sets you down on top of it, memos and unanswered letters the furthest thing from his mind when he finally has the taste of your cunt on his tongue. With your legs spread wide, he eats you out with reckless abandon, the heel of one hand shoved against his dick as he plunges two fingers of the other in and out of your dripping wet hole. The keening, needy sounds you make only fuel him further, your back arching up off of his desk as he thrusts his tongue into your tight channel, greedily lapping up every last drop of the arousal that’s slipping out of you. 

“Oh my god, Soshiro,” you cry out, fingers scrambling for purchase and eventually coming to tangle in the dark violet locks of his hair. 

When you come on his tongue, moaning and shaking as you roughly tug in his hair, it’s the most wonderful fucking sound Soshiro’s ever heard in his life. He groans when a searing wave of pleasure bursts inside of him, an unexpected orgasm filling his boxers with hot ropes of cum. 

You hardly have time to recover before he’s carrying you over to the couch, setting you down in the messy nest of blankets and pillows strewn about on the wide cushions. But before he can do anything else, you’ve pushed him into a sitting position and shuffled around to kneel between his legs. 

“Ya don’t have to…”

“Please.”

He can hardly deny you, especially not when he hears the satisfied sound that tips out past your lips when you slide down his pants and boxers to find the sticky mess of cum already coating his dick and balls. 

His dick that’s already hard again. 

“Did you come while you were—“

“Yeah,” he rasps, dragging a hand through his mussed hair. 

You bite your lower lip. “Soshiro, that’s so hot.”

He doesn’t have a chance to come up with an eloquent response, because his entire body seizes up with pleasure as you lean forward and take his cum-covered cock into your mouth. Soshiro wonders how he’s ever going to recover from this—the sight of your kiss swollen lips smeared with filthy, sticky cum and saliva. As you lap it from his balls. As you suck every last drop off of him until he’s coming again right down your throat. 

Soshiro thinks he’s going to climb on top of you when his cock stiffens once more, to stare down at you and press messy, hungry kisses to your lips as he thrusts inside of you. 

But you’re adamant that you think he needs something else the first time, something more akin to the primal needs his body is succumbing to. 

Soshiro knows you were right when he lines up his flushed, weeping cock with your slick, quivering entrance from behind while you lean forward on your hands and knees, the need in his body now burning hotter than ever before. 

It takes exactly three thrusts inside the dizzingly tight, soaked warmth of your cunt for Soshiro to reach his next climax without warning, cum exploding from his cock as his hips violently stutter while he fucks his seed inside of you. It feels so good, he’s worried he might pass out, but his hips won’t stop rocking into the plush curves of your ass. 

You whimper as you feel him fill you deeply, fingers digging into the blankets and couch cushions beneath you as your body rocks backward into him. 

“More, Soshiro,” you beg. “I know you’re not done. I need more, too.”

Soshiro nearly growls as something desperate and feral unfurls like the crack of a whip inside of him, folding his body over yours and sinking his teeth into the soft juncture between your shoulder and your neck as his cock hardens again inside of the grip of your tight channel. You moan as he bites down, whining and gasping as you reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

Soshiro’s balls ache as the wet sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, his throat dry and his muscles straining with the desire to pump you full of more cum. 

“Harder, Soshiro,” you gasp, rocking backward to fuck yourself on his shaft. 

He’s helpless to do anything but oblige as his hips begin to snap into yours at a brutal pace, his fervor only unraveling further when you shout as you squirt all over his hand right after he starts playing with your clit, your cunt rapidly spasming and contracting around his cock. 

“Breed me, please,” you whine, gasping for air, your chest heaving. 

He slams inside of you to the hilt as he comes hard, brokenly groaning in pleasure as the euphoric grip of your pussy milks the cum from his cock. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead when he pulls out, feeling the way his cock is hard once more as it rests against your ass. 

“S’ gonna make a mess,” he heaves, entranced by the load of cum dripping out of your cunt and sliding down the backs of your thighs. 

You shiver when he runs two fingers through it, the sound dissolving into a moan when he gives in to the unexplainable urge to lean forward and lap some of his sloppy mess directly from your folds. 

“Good,” you choke out.

It’s so fucking filthy—the amount of cum that slides out of you as he tries in vain to fuck it all back inside. The way you come again for him a third time from the feeling of the hot, sticky mess squelching inside of you as he murmurs against your ear, “Gonna fuck a baby into you. That what ya want?”

Soshiro’s so pussy drunk he can hardly think straight when he finally gets you where he really wants you—moaning into his mouth and dragging your hands through his hair as you straddle his lap on the couch. You alternate between riding his cock and letting him ease your pliant body up and down his length as he grips your hips, blazing a hot, open-mouthed trail of kisses along the curve of your jaw as he groans about how good you feel. 

The state of the leather couch is a lost cause as you bounce up and down on his shaft, cum slipping from your cunt and coating the base of his cock in a creamy ring of fluid. Drenching his balls and his thighs as he fucks up into you harder, his seed sloshing around in your fucked out hole. 

When he comes again, his head drops against the back of the couch as he tries to catch his breath, groaning as he watches a fresh wave of cum leak out of you with hooded eyes when you lift yourself off of his cock. 

His still hard cock. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he sighs as it twitches with interest when you reach down and swipe your finger through the cum, licking it off slowly as you hold his gaze. 

“One more,” you whisper, leaning forward to slot your lips with his. 

You wrap your hands around Soshiro’s cum-covered cock, moaning softly as you rub your clit up against the firm base while you begin to stroke his length. It’s so intimate and sensual, the way your body presses up against his, the roll of his hips as he slowly twitches upward and fucks your fist before climaxing one last time.

–

Soshiro rouses from a deep, heavy sleep hours later, your head on his chest, your bodies tangled together in a pile of blankets on the couch. And he’s relieved to realize that he finally feels back to normal again. Albeit, every muscle in his body aches, and he doesn’t even want to begin to think about the mess the two of you left behind before passing out, but it’s a relief all the same.

When you snuggle up closer on his chest, he pulls you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head, whispering, “Mine,” into your hair.

“Is that still your dick talking?” you ask, tired and amused.

“Nah, just me,” he murmurs, lips curving upward in a content, relaxed smile. 

[startographist]

patience

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

It's more than a little difficult to hide your attraction to the Vice-Captain of the Third Division when you accidentally find yourself sparring with him in your pajamas in the middle of the night. Especially when he's wearing that goddamn shirt.

wc: 4k

c: 18+ ONLY, smut, slight power imbalance, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), edging, unprotected p in v

“You get sloppy when you’re tired.”

A knee digs into the back of your own as you find yourself pinned face down on the training mats, the steady grip of a hand trapping both of your wrists against the small of your back. The vice-captain’s voice is tinged with amusement as he lets you go, easily dodging the kick you send his way as you roll in the opposite direction and jump to your feet, breathing hard.

“Fuck you,” you pant out, though there’s no real heat behind your words.

He raises an eyebrow.

“—Vice-Captain Hoshina,” you finish, offering him a patronizing smile.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Hoshina begins to circle you slowly, “Officer Furuhashi had to do seventy pushups last week for that, ya know.”

While he’s not wrong about your sloppy footwork, the late hour is hardly the top contender of blame for your piss-poor performance in this impromptu sparring match.

Rather, the real issue at hand is the workout shirt that Hoshina’s currently wearing, the black, skin-tight material leaving little to the imagination as it clings to his firm, defined abdomen. 

Clad in nothing but your pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you had made the mistake of slowing down to peek into the slightly ajar door to the training room on your way back to the dorms, curious who was still awake at such a late hour. Your breath had hitched at the sight of the vice-captain working through a series of complex sword maneuvers by himself, mouth going dry as you found yourself mesmerized by the sight of his bare hands and arms—features normally obscured by his suit on the field—and that goddamn shirt.

Naturally, he’d spotted you lingering and cajoled you inside, mouth curving sideways in a smirk as he reminded you of a few glaring mistakes you’d made earlier during training with the squad.

Now, your level of exhaustion is a moot point when it’s all you can do to reign in the traitorous swell of desire building in your chest as the sleeves of his shirt dig into his biceps each and every time he moves. The muscle that keeps fighting against the high neck of his shirt isn’t helping, either. 

This heady, insistent tug you feel toward him, this dizzying, smoldering attraction that has a penchant for clouding your better judgment—it’s nothing new. Your eyes developed this unfortunate habit of instinctually straying to the vice-captain the day he volunteered to give you a tour of the base when you transferred to the Third Division, a problem that only increased tenfold the first time you had a front row seat to his…competency in dual swordsmanship.

(It’s borderline embarrassing—the way even thinking about him wielding those blades sets your heart racing.)

You’ve learned to ignore it, despite the flirtatious undercurrent to each and every interaction you share.

And yet—sparring alone with him right now while the rest of the base sleeps, sweat dripping down your back as your skin burns all over with the ghost of his touch, seeing this stripped down version of one of the Defense Force’s most lethal weapons in a moment that feels far more intimate than it has any right to be…it’s difficult to remember why you should.

Hoshina uses his forearm to wipe the perspiration from his forehead, tongue darting out along his bottom lip, and a subtle shudder runs through you as you track the unconscious movement. Unfortunately, his keen eyes don’t miss the trajectory of your waning focus, and he takes advantage of the opening, the room quickly spinning as you find yourself on the floor beneath him once again.

This time, you’re lying on your back, both hands pinned above your head, his fingers incidentally laced with your own. Hoshina’s wide-eyed and panting, and you can tell you at least accomplished something—he clearly hadn’t been intending to hit the floor with you until your survival instincts kicked in enough to gracelessly drag him down on top of you. 

As you go to pull free, you find something solid pressed between your legs, and it’s an effort in and of itself to stifle your gasp at the feeling that instantly curls hotly in your gut at the friction. Belatedly, you reorient yourself to find that you had hooked your left leg around his waist during the fall, and the firm wall of muscle that you’re two seconds from accidentally dry humping is his thigh that’s slotted between your legs.

Hoshina’s face sobers as he stares down at you, and you swear you feel his fingers flex minutely against your own, his expression now unreadable. 

Seemingly continuing his earlier thought, he muses, “Well, I guess I get sloppy when I’m distracted.” Your heart thunders in your chest as you find yourself balancing precariously on the tightrope of what could very well be an incredibly bad decision. 

If you were smart, you’d let this moment pass.

If you were smart, you’d tap out and tell him you’re going to bed, letting out the rest of your frustration with a hand between your legs, your soft, quiet moans muffled by the spray of the shower water or the layers of your duvet.

But the words are wrestling their way past your teeth before you can stop yourself as you ask, “What could possibly distract the vice-captain of the Third Division?”

He laughs under his breath, and for a wild moment, you think he’s about to kiss you when he leans in, but his lips skirt the shell of your ear instead as he murmurs, “You don’t normally wear this when we’re trainin’ with everyone else.”

Hoshina’s lower half nudges you slightly for emphasis, his hands still occupied by your own, and you belatedly realize—with embarrassment—that you’re the one now essentially holding them in the grip of your fingers. However, the thought is quickly replaced by another jolt of pleasure as the movement presses his thigh just a hair more firmly against the heat between your legs.

At the slight widening of his eyes, you also realize something else—that soft, little moan in your head wasn’t so silent after all. 

He tilts his head and sighs, “You make this real difficult for me sometimes.”

You’re far too aware of every place your bodies are touching.

“What do I make difficult?” you ask carefully, surprising yourself with your boldness. 

He regards you with a look like you should already know what he’s referring to. “Ignoring the things I think about when I’m around you.”

Your mouth goes dry, a polar opposite to the arousal now soaking into your panties. “Maybe you should stop ignoring them,” you whisper before you can think better of it. 

Hoshina groans, fingers tightening around yours, eyes falling shut. “Don’t say that.”

Freeing one of your hands from their entanglement with his, you reach up, pushing his dark violet locks out of his face. “Why not?”

He leans in, mouth so close to yours you can feel the heat of his exhales as he murmurs, “Cause I might be the vice-captain of this division, but I’m not above fucking you right here on the floor.”

Heat sears insistently in your lower abdomen, and you shift just enough to press into him again. He audibly breathes out through his nose, and you tilt your head slightly askew as you stare up at him. “Are you asking me to beg, then?”

You’re suddenly very grateful to have unconsciously pulled the door shut behind you when you walked in, given that this training room can only be opened from the outside with an authorized key fob after hours.

Hoshina laughs a little incredulously under his breath, tongue curling against the inside of his cheek. “I’ll make you a deal.”

You raise a brow, imploring him to continue.

“We’ll forget about those pushups for that mouth of yours, but…” he trails off, one finger ghosting over your lips. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

It’s instant—the way your brain briefly short circuits as you take in the full meaning of his words.

“I—what?”

He smirks. “You might be one of the most talented officers in this division, but your patience could really use some work.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

Smiling up at him sweetly, you shift so that your leg presses against the erection noticeably tented at the front of his pants. “Then teach me.”

You’re not prepared for it—the way all of the air leaves your lungs when Hoshina’s lips come crashing into yours. There’s no pretense to the way he claims your mouth, swallowing down the tiny little gasp that crawls up your throat, one hand cupping the side of your neck as the other reaches out to pin both of yours back to the floor. You push back a little, just for the thrill that arches down your spine when he tightens his grip, pinning you down even harder. 

His tongue dances along the seam of your lips, thumb stroking the sensitive spot where your neck meets your jaw, and he groans a little when you part them, deepening the kiss. A blistering wave of arousal floods your veins as Hoshina does what can only be described as fucking his way into your mouth with his tongue, and you’re helpless to control how eagerly you take him in. Truthfully, you’ve never felt quite so turned on over the taste of someone else’s saliva, so desperate to feel the filthy, slick slide of their tongue and lips slotting and tangling with your own.

It takes you a minute to realize that you’ve started grinding against his thigh, but clearly he’s well aware, because as soon as you stop, he murmurs against your mouth, “Go ahead, keep going.”

Compiling without hesitation, you drag your clothed pussy down against the friction of his leg once more, and he bites down on your lip as you moan at the delicious sensation. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks coyly.

You nod, losing any lingering senses of embarrassment over dry humping your vice-captain’s leg as you observe the way his pupils are blown wide with lust, gasping and panting as you rut against him even harder. Panties damp with arousal, you wouldn’t be surprised to find a wet spot forming against his pants, as you can already feel the surplus of sticky fluid dripping down your ass cheeks. 

You could come like this.

“Stop.”

Freezing immediately at the tone of Hoshina’s voice, you open your half-lidded eyes to stare up at him, lips parted slightly.

“Didn’t say you could come yet,” he reminds you, expression tinged with amusement. “But show me how wet you are.”

He releases your hands, and you nearly whimper when he pulls his knee away, shifting to place his knees on either side of you. He slides both hands down your sides, stopping at your hips, and he trails two fingers along the waistband of your shorts, curling one of the short, loose strings around a digit before continuing his journey down your mound. 

A hum of satisfaction leaves his lips as he feels the way your juices have soaked clear through the little cotton shorts. You whine in frustration when he drags a slow, deliberate circle over your swollen clit through the fabric, rocking your hips upward.

Hoshina looks like he wants to say something, possibly to chide you for your impatient behavior, but clearly the other thought in his head wins out when he slides his hand up the bottom of your shorts and hooks a finger in your underwear, tugging them aside. 

Despite his teasing, the pressure of his fingers through your clothing is still nothing compared to the feather-light touch of his fingers drifting down the length of your slit. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs softly in approval, sliding one digit into your wet hole. 

Your pussy spasms at the sensation, and you moan for him, which only spurs him on further, earning you a second finger. The stretch still isn’t enough, and you buck your hips into his touch eagerly. 

“How the fuck are you so wet,” he mutters, one hand slipping up your shirt to clutch your side as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the lewd, wet squelch contending with the rising volume of your moans.

It’s impressive—how close you are to coming already with just two of his fingers massaging your slick, tight walls, his thumb barely teasing over the bud of your throbbing clit. It’s nearly laughable compared to how long it took the last man who touched you to get you off. 

“You look so pretty when you’re about to come,” Hoshina comments, curling his fingers inside of you, and you gasp.

He swiftly removes them, lips curling upward at the dismayed look on your face as you cant your hips upward into nothing, the wave of pleasure building inside of you unceremoniously crashing at the breakers before reaching the shore. 

“Hoshina,” you whimper, not caring if it sounds a little pathetic as your chest heaves.

“I thought we were working on your patience,” he replies, before sticking your fingers in his mouth and licking your slick arousal clean off of them.

The warmth stirring inside of you turns molten, and your nipples feel achingly hard against the cotton fabric of your t-shirt. When he reaches down to cup your chin, your mouth falls open of its own volition, and you don’t hesitate to take his spit-soaked fingers between your lips instead. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out as you suck on the digits, a thin trail of saliva escaping in the process and dribbling past your lips. 

You reach up, threading your fingers into his hair, and you tug his mouth down toward yours. He strays off course, licking the spit from your chin and dragging his tongue across your lips. 

He follows the curve of your jaw with his mouth, lips blazing a trail of kisses down the side of your neck until he begins to nip and suck at your collarbone while his hands slide down to ruck up your t-shirt. He seems pleased by your lack of a bra, eyes darkening at the sight of your plush breasts bared before him. His fingers are precise as they cup one, thumb slowly dragging across your peaked nipple before he leans in and laps at the supple, sensitive skin. 

You arch upward into his touch, gasping out his name, and he groans, taking your peaked bud into his mouth. Despite the fact that you know he won’t let you finish, you reach between your legs anyway, keening as you dip two fingers into your empty, wet cunt while Hoshina turns his attention to filthily sucking on your other breast. Legs spreading wider against the cage of his own, you plunge a third finger in, and Hoshina makes a displeased sound, mouth abandoning your tits to trail down your stomach. 

“D’you think of me when you touch yourself?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice, his hands gently pulling yours away from between your legs before sliding off your shorts and panties. 

“Maybe,” you pant out, fingers now pressing down into the soft mats beneath you.

“Maybe?” he echoes, nose brushing against your clit.

He pauses, and you can feel the warm huff of air that hits your slit as you whimper a strangled “Yes” when he lazily begins to slide a single finger back into your needy cunt. 

Another fresh thrill of arousal shudders through you as he calmly replies, “Good girl,” before he spreads your legs even wider and drags his tongue through your folds.

You blink back the spots from the bright ceiling lights that dance against your eyelids as your entire body arches upward off of the mats, the grip of his hands on the globes of your ass the only thing keeping you grounded as Hoshina groans lewdly at the taste of your pussy, lapping another broad, hungry stroke, 

You’d do anything to come at this point, tears now pricking at the corners of your eyes as another blazing hot onslaught of pleasure trickles through your limbs, ruthlessly dragging you toward the edge.

He abruptly stops again, his lips covered in the slick sheen of your arousal when he looks up at you.

“Hoshina, please,” you whimper.

“Soshiro,” he exhales roughly, hips aligning with yours as he makes his way up your body to press a wet, filthy kiss to your lips.

“Soshiro,” you repeat a little breathlessly, and he kisses you again, more roughly this time. 

You can feel his thick erection as it presses down against your naked mound through his pants, and there’s little you can do to hold back your urge to roll your hips upward, dragging your wet, naked heat along his shaft. 

“Soshiro,” you say again, more desperately this time, and he groans, grinding back down against you with more fervor at the sound of his name on your lips. 

Slipping a hand between your bodies, your fingers fumble with the button of his pants, and he’s quick to take over, making quick work of the zipper. He guides your hand to his dick, wrapping your fingers around its thick girth as he asks, “You wanna feel this inside of you?”

The mere suggestion makes your woefully empty walls clench, and you can feel a fresh dribble of arousal leak from you. Giving his cock a few experimental pumps, you nod feverishly.

“Put it in then,” he murmurs, and there’s something undeniably erotic about the way he lazily stares down at you, waiting.

You guide his shaft toward your slick cunt, rejoicing just a bit in the slight shudder that wracks through him as you rub the flushed, leaking head of his cock against your slippery folds, his precum mixing with the lubrication of your wet juices.

If you thought you were desperate to come on his fingers and tongue, the heady buzz of need that’s been steadily buzzing inside of you is nothing compared to the gushing flood of desperation at the feeling of Hoshina’s length splitting you open. You’re a little too tight for him, but it feels so good—the way he replaces your hand with his own to stuff his cock the rest of the way inside of you. Your cunt greedily clenches down on each inch until you’re suddenly empty again. 

Hoshina—Soshiro—fucks like he fights: all teasing, taunting confidence. Every move he makes is pointed, purposeful. So you know he’s left you woefully empty now solely to bask in your frustrated reaction, just to hear your subsequent gasp of pleasure when he plunges back inside of you once more. 

You’re so fucking sensitive right now, it’s ridiculous—white-hot bursts of pleasure ignite in your abdomen with every little push and drag of the shape of his cock against the plush, tight grip of your cunt. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he hisses, exhaling roughly as he pulls out of you entirely once more, firmly gripping the base of his cock like he’s just as close to coming as you are.

Leaning down, Hoshina drags his lips across yours in some messy approximation of a kiss, his breath hot against your cheek as his mouth veers off. Turning your head to the side, you nip at his bottom lip, and he molds his mouth to yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. 

Your muscles tense with anticipation as you feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing against your cunt, your ass lifting off of the mat to chase the friction with brazen need. But Hoshina’s hand slips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his shaft, and he positions himself lengthwise with your slit. 

Any sounds of protest promptly die in your throat, only to be replaced by a wanton moan that Hoshina swallows down as he deepens the kiss while he begins to roll his hips, sliding his throbbing cock up and down through your drenched, sticky folds. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, fingers digging into his back as you writhe beneath him, nearly seeing stars each time the head of his dick catches against your sensitive, swollen clit.

There’s a thin line of spit between your lips as he breaks the kiss, watching you burn from the inside out with relentless, intoxicating tremors of pleasure.

“Not yet,” Hoshina murmurs, slowing the rocking of his hips as he lines himself with your quivering entrance once more. “When I make you come, it’ll be on my cock.”

When he buries himself inside of you this time, you choke out a sob, the ache between your thighs reaching a fever pitch as he stuffs your pussy full to the hilt. And you swear he must feel the way your cunt is gripping him—begging him to stay buried deep inside of you, to finally let you cream all over his cock—because he sounds wrecked as he roughly moans your name against your mouth.

One of his hands slides along your arm, fingertips lacing with yours as the other cups your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he exhales, eyes wide, his hair far more mussed than you’ve ever seen it on the battlefield.

Despite the protest of your trembling, tightly-wound limbs, you wrap your legs around his waist, keening as you use the heel of your foot to press him even deeper inside of you and pant out, “Harder.”

He doesn’t hesitate to oblige, his steady strokes turning rough when he begins to pound into you, a litany of curses tumbling from his lips as your tits shake with each snap of his hips. 

You’re so fucking close—and you know he feels it, how fucking badly you want to give in to this torrential downpour of pleasure that’s threatening to drag you under.

“Come for me,” he finally commands in a sultry, gravelly tone that you’re certain will fucking haunt your wet dreams for years to come. 

It’s not difficult to obey—not when your entire body has been reduced to a dripping, trembling, desperate coil of tension, slipping along the tightrope of a tauntingly close climax for far too long. Shockwaves of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt grip every nerve ending from head to toe as your climax erupts, and Hoshina’s groan is downright filthy as he feels your pussy gush all over his cock.

“Shit,” he pants out, muscles tensing hard as you ride out your orgasm, eyes falling shut while your cunt spasms and contracts against his shaft. “Shit, shit.”

You’ve only just finished when he quickly pulls his cock from your quivering hole and groans loudly, barely giving his shaft half a stroke before ropes of hot, thick cum are spurting all over your bare chest, spilling all over your tits.

It’s quiet as he sits there kneeling between your spread legs, chest heaving just as hard as yours as you try to wrap your head around what the fuck just happened. Subtly, you reach down to pinch your thigh, not quite convinced your late night waltz to the kitchen wasn’t just the product of a fucked up dream. 

Hoshina shrugs off his shirt, hardly giving you time to ogle what the hell he’s been hiding beneath there before he begins wiping his cum off of your chest. When he’s finished, he stands, and you slip back into your clothes as you watch him ball up his soiled shirt and grab his jacket. 

He pulls you to your feet, and the way his hands slide down your sides to smooth down your wrinkled t-shirt is oddly intimate, his fingers straying lower to briefly toy with the hem of your shorts. Instead of putting on his jacket to make up for his lack of a shirt, he reaches around you to settle it over your shoulders, the familiar, dizzying scent that you’ve come to associate with him enveloping your senses. 

–

And when you accidentally wear his jacket to training the next morning, you find what must be a spare key card to his room left nestled in one of the pockets. 

There’s a coy smile on his lips when he spots you staring down at the white piece of plastic, shrugging before he returns his attention to the rest of the gathered officers. 

[startographist]

Saiki calls you by anything but your name. You don’t know if he does it on purpose or if he just doesn’t know he does it. “You,” “Girl,” and “Aiura’s friend,” are some of the examples of the things he calls you.

Now, even though the two of you are in a relationship he still doesn’t call you by your name. He just uses “love” to address you.

[startographist]

there is 0 reason for saiki to wear glasses that are green. also, he can shapeshift, so he should be able to change the color of his hair easily. yet he chooses to keep his brilliant hot-pink/neon-green theme, because he secretly loves looking funky, but wishes others would perceive him as average. in this essay i will

[startographist]

— 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!!

we all know that saiki isn't too excited when it comes to romance.

so... how did he land you? he doesn't know either. all he does know is that you're the only person he'd actually accept romantic gestures from.

hugs, kisses, cuddling—don't expect him to jump into it suddenly at the beginning of the relationship. he'll definitely need some time do do these things, if he'd do them at all.

but, once he does sort of settle down, he basically lets you do whatever you want. so what if you're harassing him? he prefers it be you over anyone else.

and maaaybe he's okay with cuddles. a little bit. he gravitates towards you in his sleep.

cafe dates!! or, anything with sweets, at all. take him to hershey park, for all he cares—as long as he gets to buy all some candy.

he watches your TV shows with you. he does his best not to get spoiled, and if he does, then he keeps it from you and acts like he wasn't.

he takes interest in the things you like. the music genres you prefer, your favorite hobbies, and so on. unless it involves bugs, he'll probably give what you like a chance.

he tells you about his powers eventually. he doesn't really know how he expects you to act, but he definitely doesn't expect you to just shrug it off. which is exactly what you did.

"you're a what, now?"

"a psychic."

"oh. you're serious?"

"...yes."

"oh.. cool."

please buy him coffee jelly. one second of seeing him in pure bliss is filled with enough joy to last you ten lifetimes.

one time, you tried feeding him coffee jelly while making an airplane "brrrr" sound. you did the whole, "here comes the airplane!!" as you'd spin around and twist the spoon until it came to a rest in saiki's mouth.

"and... that was supposed to taste better, how?"

"it just does. i don't make the rules."

you will playfully flirt with him all the time. doesn't mean he'd respond, but he tolerates it.

from time to time, he may humor you with a quick remark to counter your statements. but, it's always out of the blue, and always will leave your face feeling like an oven with your jaw dropped.

if you think he's one to do it in public, though, then you're crazy. pda is a big no-no.

you got him a pair of sunglasses once, and he stared dead in your eyes (with his glasses on). he asked you why you thought he needed it, and you responded that they were for when his green glasses got tired.

he blinked slowly, shook his head, and ruffled your hair. (it was an excuse to wear his glasses for a bit. don't think he wouldn't read your mind. not like he can help it, anyways.)

if you're cold in public, he stands near you and uses his pyrokinesis to warm you up, and may hold your hand. in secret only. if you tell anyone, his hand in yours is as good as gone.

he doesn't really get jealous. he's fine with being alone, but if you ask him to come along, he most likely won't say no. but if teruhashi is coming along, forget about it.

you play with his hands. like... i can just imagine gently grabbing his fingers and bending them like a seesaw or a bicycle.

he makes you come with him to take care of yuuta, hoping you don't have a resemblance to anyone else in cyborg cyder man no.2, or else yuuta will be all over you.

notes: okay guys 5 finals to go 🫡

[startographist]

— SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS

☆ very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong

☆ except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded

☆ but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on

☆ or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??

☆ finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you

'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'

☆ i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you

☆ you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket

☆ he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket

☆ that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust

☆ still hasn't fully recovered 😿

☆ omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)

☆ he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude

☆ in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)

☆ and he's very strict with that ethic of his

☆ which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you

☆ like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth

☆ and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened

☆ but he just can't bring himself to do it

☆ OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too

☆ oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc

☆ if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind

☆ and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time

☆ plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!

☆ too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse

as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'

☆ for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage

☆ it's what dreams are made of !!!

☆ but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions

☆ he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you

☆ but he so uses it against you

☆ like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life 😫'

☆ he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??

☆ and when you say yes this is the face he makes 😐

☆ dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little

☆ his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts

☆ and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!