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twinges // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ hoshina is down bad, medic!reader, coercion(?), he has a wild imagination, handjob, thigh riding, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, degradation, name calling, nipple play, rough sex, dirty talk, belly bulge, semi public sex

wc ⇢ 5.2k

a/n: if any of yall are confused, he was just jealous of kafka in the second part

The late afternoon sun slants through the infirmary windows, painting elongated shadows across the sterile white floors and gleaming metal surfaces. Hoshina pauses at the threshold, his calloused hand resting lightly on the cool metal of the door frame. His eyes, usually closed in his trademark jovial expression, are open just a sliver, dark and intense as they drink in the sight before him.

You're at the far end of the room, completely engrossed in your task of restocking supplies. Your lab coat is slightly rumpled, the crisp white fabric creasing at your elbows and waist as you move. A few rebellious strands of hair have framed your lovely face. To Hoshina, you've never looked more appealing. His gaze traces the curve of your spine and your plush ass as you bend to retrieve a box, and his mind wanders. He imagines stepping behind you, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you flush against him. In his fantasy, you'd gasp, surprised but not unwilling, as he'd slide his hand into the opening of your coat. He'd cup one breast, his fingers rolling your nipple into a stiff peak as he'd bite the delicate skin of your neck. You'd lean back against him, your body pliant and willing, and he'd press his aching cock against—

Hoshina shakes his head slightly, dispelling the surprisingly vivid image and urging his twitching erection to go down. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low rumble that seems to reverberate through the quiet room. "Oi, sensei. Got a minute?"

You start at the sound of his voice, nearly dropping the roll of bandages in your hands. The sudden movement causes more strands of hair to fall loose, framing your face in a way that makes Hoshina's breath catch. "Vice-Captain! I didn't hear you come in."

Hoshina's lips curl into a smile as you hurry towards him, your lab coat fluttering behind you like wings. He doesn't move from the doorway, curious to see what you'll do. His mind races ahead, imagining you stumbling into his arms, your soft body pressed against his hard planes. He'd steady you, of course, his hands wandering perhaps a tad lower to place a subtle palm on your backside. But you'd be oblivious, as always, to the effect you have on him.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, coming to a stop mere inches from him. Your eyes, wide with concern, scan his body from head to toe, looking for any signs of injury. The intensity of your gaze makes Hoshina feel exposed, as if you can see right through him to the less-than-pure thoughts swirling in his mind. "Are you hurt?"

Hoshina feels his pulse quicken at your proximity. He can smell the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic on your hands, mixed with something sweeter - your shampoo, perhaps? The combination is intoxicating, uniquely you, and it takes all his self-control not to lean in closer, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and inhale deeply. He wonders what other scents he might discover if he were to explore your body more thoroughly, what sounds he might coax from your lips if he were to—

"Nah, nothin' like that," he drawls, his Kansai dialect more pronounced than usual as he struggles to keep his thoughts in check. "Just thought I'd stop by, see how my favorite medic's doin'."

You beam up at him, your smile radiant and utterly oblivious to the way his eyes darken as they trace the curve of your lips. Hoshina's mind conjures up vivid images of those lips pressed against his, parting softly under the insistent pressure of his kiss. He imagines the little gasps and moans he could draw from you, the way your hands might clutch at his shoulders as he deepens the kiss.

"That's so thoughtful of you, Vice-Captain! I'm doing well, just a bit busy with inventory."

Without warning, you reach out and grasp his wrist, tugging him into the infirmary. Hoshina allows himself to be led, savoring the warmth of your hand on his skin. Your touch is clinical, professional, but his mind transforms it into something more vulgar. He imagines you grasping his cock instead, your small hand encircling his length as you pump him with firm strokes. He'd lean in close, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered dirty thoughts into the space between you, and you'd tremble at the intensity of his gaze.

"Since you're here," you chirp, your voice bright and completely at odds with the heated direction of Hoshina's thoughts, "I might as well do a quick check-up. It's been a while since your last one, hasn't it?"

Hoshina chuckles low in his throat, the sound rich with hidden meaning. "Ya just can't help yerself, can ya? Always fussin' over everyone."

As you guide him to sit on the examination table, Hoshina's mind races ahead once more. He pictures a different scenario: you, perched on the edge of the table, your legs parted to accommodate his hips as he stands between them. Your lab coat would be discarded, your hair loose and tousled from his fingers. He'd lean in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hand slipped between your thighs.

Hoshina forces himself back to reality as you step between his legs, preparing to check his vitals. The position is tantalizingly close to his fantasy, and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. You lean in close, your fingers gently pressing against his neck to check his pulse. Hoshina's breath catches as your scent envelops him, as he feels the whisper of your breath against his skin.

"Hmm," you murmur, frowning slightly. "Your heart rate seems a bit elevated. Have you been overexerting yourself in training?"

Hoshina struggles to maintain his composure, acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies. "Maybe," he manages, his voice huskier than usual. "Or maybe it's just the effect ya have on me, sensei."

You pull back slightly, your brow furrowed in concern. "Effect? Am I making you nervous? I'm so sorry, I know I can be a bit intense sometimes."

Hoshina can't help but laugh, the sound rich and warm, tinged with a hint of frustration at your continued obliviousness. "Nervous? Nah, that ain't it at all."

He watches as you turn away to grab a stethoscope, his eyes tracing the curve of your back, lingering on the swell of your rear. He imagines stepping up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. In his mind, you'd melt into him, tilting your head back to offer him better access to the smooth column of your throat.

When you face him again, Hoshina doesn't bother hiding the appreciative gleam in his eyes. He wonders how much longer he can endure this exquisite torture, how many more check-ups and casual touches he can withstand before he finally snaps and shows you exactly what you do to him.

For now, though, he'll savor every moment, every innocent touch and oblivious smile. And he'll continue to hope that one day, you'll finally notice the hunger in his eyes, the tension in his body, and realize that his feelings for you go far beyond that of a superior for his subordinate.

You finished up treating Kafka's minor wound, your fingers deftly securing the bandage in place. As you stepped back, you made a mental note to restock the supplies you'd used, cataloging the items in your head. Kafka flexed his arm experimentally, offering you a grateful smile.

"Thanks, [Y/N]-san," he said, sliding off the examination table. "You always patch me up so quickly."

You returned his smile with a professional nod. "Just doing my job, Hibino-san. Try to be more careful next time, alright?"

As Kafka made his way to the door, you turned to update his medical file. The soft click of the door closing behind him echoed in the quiet infirmary. However, before you could even pick up your pen, the door swung open again with far more force than necessary.

You whirled around, startled by the sudden intrusion. There in the doorway stood Vice Captain Hoshina, his usual easy-going demeanor replaced by an intensity that made your breath catch. His eyes, normally half-lidded and playful, were now sharp and focused, boring into you with an emotion you couldn't quite name.

Hoshina strode into the room, his casual gait at odds with the tension radiating from his body. The door closed behind him with a soft thud that seemed to reverberate through the suddenly charged atmosphere of the infirmary.

"Vice Captain," you began, your voice steadier than you felt. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well, my dear," he greeted you, though his usual jovial tone seemed a touch forced. "I was hoping you could take a look at something f’me."

You cocked your head curiously. Hoshina's demeanor was different today - still laid-back on the surface, but with an undercurrent of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Of course, what seems to be the issue?"

Rather than answering directly, Hoshina moved to hop up on the examination table, legs swinging idly. "It's my stomach," he said at last, meeting your gaze with a look that made your breath catch. "Been feeling some...twinges lately. Figured you're the best one to take a look."

Before you could respond, Hoshina had already started stripping off his uniform jacket, bunching it carelessly beside him. His undershirt followed swiftly, leaving his chiseled torso bare. You tried not to stare, but couldn't help admiring the defined musculature, the toned grooves of his abdomen, the faint trail of dark purple hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

"Uh, I-I see," you managed, hoping the flush in your cheeks could be explained away by the warmth of the room. "And where exactly have you been feeling these...twinges?"

You stepped closer, determined to remain professional despite Hoshina's state of undress. But your breath hitched as he leaned back on his palms, abdomen flexing enticingly.

"Hmm, not sure exactly," he murmured, holding your widened gaze with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. "Figured ya might need to do a...thorough examination to find the source."

His words and the tone in which he uttered them made something low in your belly go taut and molten. You licked your suddenly dry lips, trying to process if the Vice-Captain was actually implying what you thought.

"I...yes, well, standard procedure and all that," you stammered, turning away under the guise of retrieving your stethoscope to hide your flustered state.

When you faced Hoshina again, he had shed his boots and was in the process of shucking his pants as well. You froze, drinking in the acres of bare, toned flesh being revealed to your hungry stare. Before you could wrestle your composure back, he met your eyes with a rakish grin.

"Don't worry, sensei," Hoshina rumbled, the endearment thrumming with intimate promise as he settled back in a blatant state of undress, now clad in nothing but his boxers. "I'm just tryin' to make yer job easier. Ya know how seriously I take my health."

The weight of his hooded stare traced heated paths over you as you stepped between his parted thighs. Heat prickled deliciously along your nerves, but you managed to keep your tone professionally clinical.

"Just relax then. I'll take a look and see what might be causing these...twinges."

Rather than grabbing the stethoscope, you snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Hoshina watched the mundane action with rapt focus, eyes darkening perceptibly as you leaned over him. You were oblivious to the molten intent in his stare, too focused on your task.

Gently, you began palpating his abdomen with probing fingers, feeling for any sign of tenderness or abnormality. Hoshina made a low, guttural sound of contentment at your touch, the vibration seeming to go straight to your core. You frowned, feigning concentration even as your mouth went unbearably dry.

"Hmm, I'm not sensing any obvious issues so far," you murmured, determined to stay professional despite the heated energy charging the air. "Let me apply a bit more pressure and really get a sense of..."

The clinical words trailed off into a strangled silence as your explorative prodding ventured lower on Hoshina's taut abdomen. Your fingers stilled, searing awareness crashing over you as they brushed against unmistakable evidence that whatever was "ailing" the Vice-Captain clearly had nothing to do with his stomach.

You glanced up to find Hoshina's eyes had gone hooded and molten, lips parted on a ragged exhalation as he held your widened stare. His calloused fingers found your wrist, guiding your hand with delicious insistence until you were firmly cupping the rigid length tenting the thin fabric preserving the last shreds of his modesty.

"There," he rasped in a wrecked timbre that seemed to reverberate straight through your bones. "That's where it's been...throbbing, sensei. Mind checkin' a little more thoroughly?"

The blatant suggestion - coupled with the undeniable heat now cradled in your palm - made rational thought screech to a halt. You could only gape at Hoshina, finally seeing the naked truth simmering in his heavy-lidded stare.

Realization detonated through you in a blinding rush, sending your heartbeat into a thunderous gallop. All this time you'd been deaf and blind to the Vice-Captain's not-so-subtle overtures and suggestive glances. But now, confronted with devastatingly visceral proof of his desire, there was no more hiding from the smoldering truth.

Hoshina's lips curved in a slow, predatory smirk, his thumb tracing meaningfully over your racing pulse point. "So...still need me to spell it out for ya, sensei? Or are ya finally gettin' the hint?"

You could only stare at Hoshina in a daze of shocked realization mixed with undeniable arousal. Your palm burned with the searing heat of his cock, your body thrumming in sympathetic response despite your mind's stunned inability to process this sudden turn.

Hoshina leveled you with that same dark, piercing stare that seemed to stroke over your thundering pulse and flushed skin like a physical caress. His chest rose and fell in a mesmerizing display of taut muscle and sinew as he held you utterly captive.

"Cat got your tongue, sensei?" he murmured, lips curving in a smirk that shouldn't have looked so indecent. "Don't go gettin' shy on me now."

Slowly, with blatant intent, Hoshina rocked his hips in a shallow grind against your trapped palm. You bit back a strangled sound at the heated friction, fingers twitching reflexively to curl around his impressive girth.

"Atta girl," Hoshina groaned in rasping approval, allowing his head to loll back as your fingers tentatively stroked the hardness straining against the confines of his underwear. "Ain't so scary when ya just give into it, is it?"

Your mouth felt unbearably dry as you watched his throat work on a ragged swallow. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the riveting sight of Hoshina coming apart at your exploratory caresses, chest hair and muscles shifting in tantalizing glimpses with each undulation of his hips.

"Hoshina...I...we can't..." You didn't even know what you were trying to say, words tapering off into a whimpery exhalation as his large hand found your nape. The calloused heat of his palm against your sensitive skin made your eyes want to roll back in your head.

"Can't what?" he growled, the words seeming to reverberate from somewhere deep in his chest as he hauled you down into a scorching, open-mouthed crash of lips and questing tongues.

The taste of him flooded your senses - warm sake and dark, earthy musk swimming together in an intoxicating blend. You moaned outright at the first insistent lap of his tongue, hips jerking in reflexive answer even as your thoughts whirled dizzily.

When the need for air became too great, Hoshina tore his mouth from yours with a rasping groan. You blinked up at him in a delirious daze, lips slick and tingling and swollen from the branding heat of his kiss.

"The way you've been lookin' at me, touchin' me..." He rolled his hips upwards in emphasis, coaxing forth a throbbing pulse against your splayed palm. "Ya want this just as bad as I do, sensei. No more lyin' to ourselves, yeah?"

With that heated promise hanging in the electrically charged air, Hoshina's large hands settled on your waist, coaxing you to straddle his muscular thigh. You let yourself be guided, too far gone to protest as your own arousal soaked through the thin fabric of your panties.

Hoshina groaned at the damp, silken heat of you against his skin, eyes burning with a dark, hungry flame. "Fuck, the things ya do to me, sensei," he growled, rocking you in a slow grind over his thigh. "Feel what ya do to me. Feel how hard I am, just from the taste of yer sweet lips."

His words painted a sinfully vivid picture, and you couldn't help but rock against him, chasing that delicious friction. Your eyes drifted closed, lips parting on a silent gasp as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of Hoshina's body pressed against yours, his thigh muscles shifting and flexing under you.

You didn't resist when he coaxed your shirt up and over your head, the air-conditioned infirmary temperature doing little to cool your burning skin. Hoshina's eyes were dark and ravenous as they roamed over the lace-clad curves of your breasts, lingering on the hardened peaks straining against the thin fabric.

"Such a naughty little slut, wearing this pretty little number under yer work clothes," he rasped, the words sending a hot, pulsing ache through your core. "Were ya tryin' to get me worked up, sensei?"

You bit your lip, unable to deny the thrill of forbidden heat at the way Hoshina's voice roughened and darkened with unspoken hunger. His large, calloused palms skimmed up the length of your torso, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. The light, teasing friction made your nipples tighten even further, the fabric scraping deliciously over the sensitive buds.

"Soshiro, please," you whimpered, the words tapering off into a soft, choked moan as he captured one lace-covered nipple between his lips, suckling you through the thin barrier.

His answering groan reverberated against the stiff peak, his tongue flicking and swirling over the lace. Each hot, insistent lap made the ache between your legs intensify, the silky friction of your panties becoming unbearable. You were desperate for some form of relief, the pressure and wetness between your thighs becoming unbearable.

Hoshina seemed to sense your growing urgency, his teeth and lips dragging torturously along the slope of your breasts until his mouth was mere inches from your own. His dark, hungry gaze burned into yours as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your skirt, slowly sliding it lower over the curve of your hips.

"Gotta say, I didn't expect to catch ya wearin' somethin' so damn sexy under here, sensei," he rasped, the words vibrating against the column of your throat. "You've been driving me outta my damn mind, parading around in that damn lab coat and those little skirts, lookin' all professional and innocent. I've been wanting to bend ya over every flat surface in this infirmary, fuck ya until yer creaming on my cock."

Hoshina's filthy, shameless words only heightened your own arousal, making the ache between your thighs throb. The image he painted was beyond decadent, the idea of his large, calloused hands spreading you wide open, filling you up, making you ache.

Your fingers found their way to his shoulders, digging into the hard muscle as you rocked against his thigh. Your panties were soaked, the friction maddening, but not nearly enough to satisfy the throbbing need between your thighs.

Hoshina smirked, clearly enjoying your eager desperation. His tongue traced a hot, wet path along the curve of your ear before he pulled back, just far enough to meet your hooded stare.

"Who knew my little medic was such a filthy slut," he taunted, voice rough with lust. "Ya're soakin' wet, grindin' yerself on me like some bitch in heat. I've barely touched ya, and you're already about to cum. Ya gonna come for me, sensei? Right here, right now, on my thigh?"

You bit your lip to hold back the shameless, desperate noises threatening to spill from your lips. Your body was wound so tight, teetering on the precipice of blissful release. With just a few more strokes, you knew you'd tip over the edge, lose yourself in the pleasure of his body against yours.

But then, with maddening precision, Hoshina's hands grasped your hips, stilling your movement. Your eyes flew open in dazed, protesting shock, a whimpery exhalation slipping through parted lips as you met his heavy-lidded gaze.

"Please," you whispered, not caring how needy you sounded. You were too far gone, too lost in the sensations swirling through you, to care about anything other than the sweet oblivion you'd been so close to finding. "Please, Soshiro."

"Shh," he crooned, stroking his thumb across the ridge of your hip bone. "I'm gonna give ya what ya need, sensei. Ya know I will. I always take good care of my subordinates, right?"

Without warning, Hoshina's hands were on your waist, lifting you off his thigh. Your protests died in your throat as he settled you atop the examination table, the cold metal surface against your bare back sending a shock of goosebumps over your skin.

"But," Hoshina murmured, eyes blazing with molten promise as he stood between your parted thighs, "I'm done taking it easy on ya. Now it's time for you to give me what I want."

As if to emphasize his point, Hoshina's hand slipped between your legs, his knuckles grazing the damp seam of your panties. Your breath caught in your throat, hips arching reflexively towards the teasing contact.

Hoshina smirked, eyes burning with smug, possessive triumph. "Mm, I love how fucking soaked ya are. You've been cravin' this, haven't ya, sensei?"

As you gazed up at him, wide-eyed and flushed, his large, calloused hands slid the fabric aside. You could feel the heated dampness of your core, your inner thighs slippery with arousal. Hoshina's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight, his breathing growing noticeably uneven.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, tracing the slick seam of your folds with the pad of his thumb. "So wet and perfect. Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so long."

Hoshina's voice trailed off into a low, guttural groan, his cock twitching against the straining confines of his underwear.You let out a soft whine as he suddenly slipped his thumb inside, his thick digit sinking easily into your silken heat.

Your back arched off the examination table, fingers scrabbling for purchase as his thumb thrust shallowly, spreading your arousal over the aching bud of your clit. Every nerve in your body felt overstimulated, the tension coiling tighter with every pass of his thumb, every teasing circle over the bundle of nerves.

"Such a sweet, obedient slut," he murmured, dark and filthy, the words dripping over you like heated wax. "Look at ya, spreadin' yer legs so wide for me. You're a medic, aren't ya? What if one of the boys needed a check-up right now, hmm? Ya think you could be a professional little doctor while I'm buried inside you?"

The thought was maddening, forbidden, and the mental image it conjured made a fresh wave of heat flood your core. Your breath caught in your throat, muscles tensing, and Hoshina sensed it immediately. He eased off, smirking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"That's it," he murmured, withdrawing his thumb, slick and glistening with your arousal. "You're so close, aren't you, sensei? I can feel it. Yer pussy's clenching around nothing, just aching for something to fill ya up."

Before you could respond, his thumb was replaced with two fingers, sinking into you with slow, deliberate pressure. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper, your back arching off the cold metal table. The slight chill was a shocking contrast to the heat pulsing through you, and you welcomed the dichotomy, the delicious push-and-pull of the two sensations.

"Please," you whimpered, beyond the point of embarrassment. Your body was trembling, every inch of you tingling with a desperate need for release. "I'm so close, I can't-"

Your plea was cut off by a strangled moan as Hoshina added a third finger, the stretch deliciously intense. His pace quickened, fingers pumping in and out with relentless precision.

"C'mon, sensei," he coaxed, his other hand stroking your thigh with firm, possessive sweeps. "Be a good girl and cum for me. Lemme feel ya."

You bit back a choked cry as his palm ground against your aching clit, the friction sending a white-hot rush of pleasure through your veins. Hoshina's fingers curled within you, brushing a spot that made your vision blur.

Your orgasm hit you in a blinding rush, sending wave after wave of heat pulsing through you. Hoshina groaned as you squirted all over his hand, your release soaking the exam table beneath you.

"Fuck," he growled, fingers still working within you, coaxing your climax to a shattering peak. "Just look at the mess you made. What a filthy little slut. That feel good, sensei?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as your body trembled with aftershocks. Hoshina finally relented, withdrawing his fingers with a self-satisfied smirk. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded as they met yours, his hand rising to his mouth as he licked your arousal from his skin with lewd, exaggerated slowness.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, eyes glinting with predatory heat as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them off and leaving you completely bare.

The coldness air-conditioned room felt like a shock to your system, and you couldn't help shivering as Hoshina's dark, intent gaze raked over you. Your cheeks flushed with awareness, a strange mix of shyness and exhilaration at being spread out on the examination table for the Vice-Captain's pleasure.

"Soshiro..." you managed, your voice shaky and slightly hoarse from the exertion. "No more...I can't-"

"Tch. As if a greedy little thing like you would ever be satisfied with just one orgasm."

You felt a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs, your body betraying your excitement at Hoshina's words. Your core throbbed with renewed need, and you couldn't help shifting restlessly on the metal table.

"Hmm, someone's eager." Hoshina's smirk was downright sinful, the dark gleam in his eyes unmistakable as his hands slid to his waistband, finally shucking his boxers and baring himself completely.

You couldn't help gasping as his cock sprang free, the thick, swollen length bobbing heavily between his legs. Precum oozed from the tip, the viscous fluid dribbling over the rigid, veiny shaft. Hoshina's chuckle was a low, dangerous rumble, the sound reverberating through your bones as he stepped closer, positioning himself between your parted thighs.

"What's the matter, sensei? Afraid it won't fit?" His tone was mocking, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of truth to his words. You felt a flutter of apprehension in your belly, your inner walls clenching instinctively at the thought of his considerable size.

Before you could reply, Hoshina had lined himself up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your dripping folds. He gave a slow, insistent thrust, the chubby tip sinking in with ease. You gasped, fingers digging into his forearms, as the initial discomfort began to ebb, giving way to a pleasurable fullness.

"Fuck," he groaned, his jaw going slack as the first few inches were enveloped in your welcoming heat. "God, you're tight. How long has it been, sensei? Too busy being a good little doctor to take care of yerself properly?"

You were too overwhelmed by the sensation of Hoshina's cock splitting you open to form a response. Your nails dug into his biceps, blunt crescents in the muscled flesh, as you struggled to adjust to his impressive size.

"Don't worry, sensei, I'll take care of ya."

As if to prove his point, Hoshina gave another deep, insistent thrust. This time, his cock slid home, sinking into you until the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his shaft brushed against your slick folds. You cried out, the pleasure-pain of the stretch sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

"Fuck, would ya look at that," he groaned, rocking his hips, his eyes riveted on the spot where the skin of your stomach stretched taut, the slight bump visible where his cock was buried deep. "My cock is so fuckin' deep inside ya. I can feel it pressin' up against yer damn womb."

Your eyes rolled back in your head at his filthy, shameless words, the heat inside you intensifying with each rough snap of his hips. You were dimly aware of the sound of skin slapping against skin, the harsh groans rumbling from Hoshina's throat, but all you could focus on was the thick, heavy drag of his cock inside you, the sensation of being filled up, stretched wide open.

"Such a good little doctor," he growled, voice roughened with lust as he fucked into you with merciless, punishing strokes. "Always so fuckin' professional. No one would ever guess you're such a cock-hungry whore."

His words were vulgar, filthy, and you should've been ashamed of how much they turned you on, how his debauched depiction made the pressure in your core tighten. Instead, you couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, the shameless noises mingling with the sounds of skin against skin and Hoshina's grunts.

"S-Soshiro," you whimpered, fingers scrabbling at his back as his thrusts grew faster, deeper, his pelvis grinding against yours in a delicious friction that made your toes curl. "I'm close, I'm gonna..."

"That's right," he panted, voice rough and strained as he fucked you harder, faster, his hips snapping with frantic urgency. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock, sensei. Squirt all over me, let me feel ya."

You lost yourself in the sensation, the pressure in your core tightening impossibly until it finally snapped. Your vision went white as you came, hard and sudden, a gush of fluid squirting out and drenching Hoshina's pelvis.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he chased his own release. His cock plunged into you with reckless abandon, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you with a deep, primal grunt.

"Oh God," you whimpered, shuddering as the aftershocks rippled through you, your inner walls clenching and milking Hoshina's throbbing length.

"Fuck," he breathed, chest heaving as he pulled out. You couldn't help whimpering at the loss, your core still throbbing and needy, aching to be filled.

You could only watch, wide-eyed and sated, as Hoshina stepped back, raking his hand through his sweat-dampened locks. His expression was one of smug satisfaction as his eyes roved over your bare, spent form, the sight of you so thoroughly debauched seemingly cementing his self-assured sense of conquest.

"Well, sensei," he drawled, a slow, predatory smile spreading over his lips. "I'd say that was a pretty thorough examination. I trust everything seems to be in working order?"

You could only laugh weakly, the sound trailing off into a soft sigh as he bent over, claiming your lips in a tender kiss. His tongue swept against yours, tasting you, the intimacy a stark contrast to the filth and debauchery of the past hour.

"Thank you, sensei," he murmured, the words a gentle rumble against your lips. "I’ll be back later tonight for another…check-up."

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