#I NEED HOSHINA SOSHIRO AS MY BOYFRIEND

[hoshinasblade]

hoshina soshiro boyfriend headcanons

coming from a hard week so i gotta write this to destress. this might also be my last post until i have finished writing the fic i am putting out. i also might close my requests and asks for now so i can reply to everything first (i have a backlog, sorry). once im not too busy, i will write a part 2 and an nsfw version of this lol.

he's a light sleeper. sometimes, he couldn't get back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. whenever he's in the base his routine is to train or workout and tire himself out so he can sleep. when he's with you, it's a bit easier - he'll just cuddle with you and hog all your warmth.

hoshina is definitely the big spoon. he likes slotting his head on top of your shoulders and falling asleep. when he's super stressed though, he will never say no to being the one embraced.

date nights are scheduled. it's not just because he's busy at work though that is of course one of the reasons - hoshina is also the type who wants things to be perfect, so he wants date nights to be planned. he's super strict with his timing too by the way, so he's even got reminders in his phone and if he knows it is not going to be for a life-or-death situation, he will never cancel anything that you guys have planned prior.

extremely loyal to a fault. this goes without saying, considering all his life he's been shelved as secondary compared to his brother and had been told to give up on his ambition, the person who will love and trust him will have the love and trust returned... tenfold.

definitely a cat person. hoshina will prefer a cat over any pet if and when the two of you decides to get one. he would say it's because cats are affectionate and sweet and cuddly, and at the back of your mind you would realize that he is probably describing himself too.

his love languages are definitely words of affirmation and physical touch which works really well because he believes in the combination of both words and actions in how he express his feelings. pet names are customary once you guys settle in the relationship. he's the type to create a special nickname for you and would get upset if he learns someone other than him calls you that. hoshina is also the type to always have to be touching a part of your body whenever you are together. hanging out? his arm is in your shoulder. out in the groceries? he's holding your hand while pushing the grocery cart. sleeping? he has to be holding you or he is not gonna get a good night's sleep.

has a document in the notes app of his phone that's got details about you. he started this when you were in the early stages of dating so he does not get overwhelmed with information about you. he's listed all your favorites, along with important dates for the two of you, and a bucketlist of the things he wants to do with you.

quickly tagging my bestie @umafanfiqueiraqualquer

[mangostarjam]

sparring accidents — kaiju no. 8, fluff, kissing, hoshina soshiro x female reader, use of "sweetheart" as a pet name, 1.3k words — part one and two

"Did you… get a haircut?" 

Your Vice Captain — no. Your boyfriend — freezes in the act of reaching out to tug you closer, one calloused hand wrapped around your wrist loosely. 

"... No?" 

You peer up at him. "It looks like you got a haircut. Your bangs are kinda… choppy? What the heck?" 

Hoshina Soshiro finishes tugging you closer and basks in the easy grin you flash at him, relaxing in your presence as he smiles back. "Wanna check?" 

He's teasing. Soshiro likes the way you get flustered when he does things like this — when he gets into your personal space and invites you into his, when he navigates the new lines around your relationship and you draw some of your own. 

For instance: pulling you closer? Perfectly okay, except when in front of the Captain or any higher ups, because you get worried they'll transfer you to another platoon. Any public displays of affection in front of higher ups are actually off the table entirely. In fact Soshiro sometimes wonders if Captain Ashiro even knows the two of you are dating. 

In front of the others, though, you don't mind the occasional hand touch or his arm draped across the back of your chair. You seem to have a thing for touching his biceps, too — your hands always seem to drift towards them when you're passing him in the halls or tugging him closer to look at something on your computer screen. 

And if both of you are off duty, you'll hold his hand freely. Soshiro likes that the most. You've gotten so comfortable with it, too — reaching back somewhat blindly for his hand, always knowing he'll lace his fingers with yours as soon as he notices, even when he's watching the way your eyes light up over some new book on display or a new dessert you want to share with him. 

It makes his chest ache something fierce, thinking about that trust that he'll be there to hold your hand. 

Man, he really likes you. 

"You'll have to bend a little if you want me to check," you say dubiously, and Soshiro laughs. 

"Need a lift, sweetheart?" 

"Don't you dare," you say flatly, stretching up on tiptoes and cupping his face in your hands. 

The movement brings your face very close to his face, but before he can even glance at your lips you've tugged his head down. You hum as you examine his hair, flipping the strands this way and that, and Soshiro pretends like his heart rate is normal. 

"What's the verdict?" 

"It looks like you got a silly uneven haircut while sparring. Were you guys using real blades?" You drop back on your heels, but your hands drift down to rest on his shoulders and he clears his throat nervously at the way your chest brushes against his — you're standing so close. 

The study room isn't empty. Soshiro can hear officers nearby, the shuffling of papers, the gentle ribbing between teammates. He found you among the shelves, though, and nobody's close enough to see him settle his hands on the gentle dip of your waist beneath your lab coat. 

"You think my hair looks silly?" 

He doesn't keep the pout from his voice, and he's rewarded when you giggle and lean closer. His thumbs rub soothingly along your shirt and skirt, basking in the warmth of you so close to him. 

"Hoshina-kun, don't avoid the question!" 

"Aw, alright," he sighs, "we were usin' real blades, but I swear to ya that we were bein' careful!" 

"I know you're fast, but I guess your hair wasn't fast enough to escape, too," you say. Soshiro snorts. "It's unfair, though, because even with a silly haircut you still look good." 

Your shirt is loose, untucked after the long shift. His thumbs slip beneath your shirt and rub along the bare skin of your waist. He freezes for a split second, but you just sway closer to him. You're blushing. Oh. Your chest is pushing up against his, now, and your skin is so warm and soft and — 

"Can you please kiss me already?" 

Ah. Yeah, he can do that. He can definitely do that, no problem, you've been dating for a few months now and he's been wanting to kiss you and this is a perfect time to do that since nobody's around and you're already in his arms and your hands are shoving him downwards and — 

Oh. Your lips are soft. A little chapped. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. 

"Hoshina-kun," you pull back slightly to huff a laugh, tilting your head. Soshiro can feel your lips move against his own as you whisper and it makes his head spin. "C'mon, kiss me." 

You kiss him again and he groans, blood rushing through his body as he draws you closer, follows your lead and tilts his head, moves his lips against yours firmly as you kiss and kiss and kiss. 

You taste a little sweet, like that strawberry pocky you like to snack on. He makes a strangled sound when you part your mouth and nip softly at his bottom lip, the slight pinch going straight south in a way that'd be concerning with how closely you're pressing up against him except you just sink your fingers into the soft fluff of his hair and sigh. 

Oh, he'd do anything to hear you sigh like that again. Soshiro chases your lips when you try to pull away, snickering as you laugh and scratch at his undercut. "Someone might come by," you whisper, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to the tip of his nose. 

"I'll order them to leave," he whispers back, fingers loosening on your waist. He's left marks, probably, from how hard he was holding you, but you don't seem to mind. "We're off duty, anyway, ain't we?" 

"Yeah, but we're still at work," you point out. Your eyes are sparkling under the study room lights and you're a little breathless. Soshiro wants to memorize the way you're glowing from the inside out. "It's almost time for dinner." 

"But what about my hair?" 

Your smile tilts into something fond as you scratch at his undercut again, sliding your fingers into the silky strands further up his head. "Don't worry, I don't think anyone else will notice your haircut." 

Soshiro grins. "Are you fussin' over me right now?" 

"Shut up," you say, but there's clear affection lacing through your tone. "I might've… been a little too enthusiastic. Stay still and let me fix your hair." 

He obliges, keeping his hands lightly at your waist to help you balance as you comb his purple strands back into place. The calm between the two of you is peaceful. Soshiro likes moments like these, holds them close to his heart and lets them shine in his mind's eye as he breathes before heading onto the battlefield. 

He feels your nails dig slightly into the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to kiss him again, a sweet, smiling kiss that makes him grin. "Careful, sweetheart, or we'll be here all night." 

"No way, mister," you say, "they're serving oyakodon tonight with your favorite Mont Blanc for dessert. I asked Captain Ashiro if we could get it on the menu this week." 

"For me?" Soshiro can't keep the surprise out of his voice. You tug at his collar, pulling it back into place and smoothing your hands along his shoulders and chest. Your hands are trembling, just a little bit. 

"Yeah. You've been working really hard and I thought you could use a boost." 

"Hmm," he leans down to kiss you lightly, basking in the ability to just do this now. "You're all I need for a boost, sweetheart. But thank you, I appreciate it." 

"Don't expect kisses before you go into battle," you say, but you're giggling as he leans down for another sweet kiss. He admires the sweep of your lashes against your cheeks and nearly misses your next words. "I won't be held responsible for distracting you." 

"What about as a reward?" 

Your lashes flutter and he kisses you again, warmth curling and settling deep in his chest. His jacket crumples as you clutch at him for balance and he grins back at you, soft. 

"As long as you don't come back with any weird haircuts." 

[17020]

BLUEPRINT

Soshiro Hoshina is great at following blueprints and maps, always finding his way back to you. Right?

TAGS . . . fluff/crack, clingy Hoshina, reader is called 'beautiful', this is my first time writing for kn8, expect more in the future! dedicated to @nyxypoo , for helping me organize my brainrot, and also to @maruflix , for introducing me to the manga in the first place.

Soshiro "Don't get attached to anyone" Hoshina had finally come to terms with the fact that, in order to sleep he needed warmth; one which only a human could provide.

Which is why he found himself in the wee hours of the morning completely awake, unable to catch a wink of sleep. His fingers desperately tapped over the screen of his phone, typing a message. When he sent it, his attention shifted to the background photo of his chat—a picture of a certain officer watching the sunset on the dormitories' terrace.

SOSHI <3 02:41 When are you cominggg I need you

YOU 02:41 I'm going in rn, I'll be there in 5

SOSHI <3 02:42 I'll get the toolbox then Good luck, sweetheart

Having been sworn to secrecy by Soshiro himself, you could not afford to have anyone find out about your relationship with the Third Division's vice-captain. It could jeopardize your job as a platoon leader, and also put both of your lives at risk. Because gossip flows like an endless river, and could eventually reach higher-ups, or worse, an identified kaiju disguised in human flesh.

You carefully aligned the screwdriver with the last screw left. Twisting it, you took it off and placed it with the other three under your pillow, inhaling deeply before taking off the vent panel and sliding in.

You knew the route like the back of your hand, the flashlight from your phone now deemed as unnecessary, for the amount of times in which you crawled through the Third Division's vent systems exceeded the hundreds. The cameras in the hallways would deem it suspicious if you went to sneak out to Soshiro's room directly, which is why you settled on using the vents.

You crawled and crawled, turning every few minutes until you reached your opening. Poking your head out you saw your boyfriend, waiting for you with open arms.

"Aww, is my little worm ready to be carried?" he cooed, his arms now on your sides as he pulled you towards him. You scoffed at the name, "You call me a worm again and I won't help you ever again."

He tilted his head back as he laughed, heading back to his bed, which had the covers already pulled back. He climbed in and patted the spot next to him, grinning from ear to ear when you laid next to him as he took the opportunity to place his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist.

"You've no idea how much I missed ya, darlin'."

"We saw each other in the cafeteria a few hours ago, Soshi" you smiled, your fingers running through his hair. You felt him pout as he whined, stating that a few hours were enough to drive him wild.

"Y'know that's not enough, beautiful."

When you agreed to date the Soshiro Hoshina you knew what you were signing up for. Every breathing moment, the vice-captain had to have his hands on you, whether it was his hand grazing yours during meetings, to him latching on to you in order to sleep.

You were his drug. Plain and simple.

It didn't take long for your boyfriend to fall asleep. Your presence alone was comforting, with your body offering him the peace and quiet that he longed for after a hard day at work. Unbeknownst to him, you took a bit longer to join him in dreamland, as you first had to hear the little sentences your boyfriend murmured here and there while fully asleep.

On tonight's menu? "...jus' wanna... be like this... forever."

Apparently, 'forever' lasted for around... half a day. 'Forever' did not include an incident with a honju, which ended up in you having to stay in the infirmary, after stepping in to help someone from your platoon.

Bed rest was mandatory. Those were the orders given to you by the vice-captain, after all. Having encountered and fought a fungal-type kaiju, he demanded you spend the night in the infirmary, in case there were any issues with spores.

Soshiro eyed the photo on his phone various times, only stopping to check the time. 1:34 am. Good enough, right?

SOSHI <3 01:35 Alright beautiful, I'm going in I think you're gonna have to get up from the bed to let me in tho I'll let you know when I'm there

YOU 01:36 The iv is in my left arm so I'll be good Good luck, handsome!!

The flashlight on Soshiro's phone was on, the photo on his screen displaying the blueprint of the vent system. The trajectory was simple: go straight, then right, then right again, and then straight into the infirmary vents. Plus, it would be way easier for him to recognize, as you promised him you would play some music from your phone for him to know which room it was.

And so, Soshiro Hoshina embarked on what could be the hardest mission of his life. He wondered how you were able to do this every night without fail, then do it again in the morning before the other platoon leaders woke up. He gained newfound admiration for you as he crawled his way into your room, his forehead red from hitting his head against dead ends multiple times.

At last, he found the panel.

There it was, the soft classical music playing in the room. Weird, he thought, Yn never really listens to this type of music. He shrugged it off, believing that it might have been a special signal just for him.

"Psst—hey—special delivery coming through."

Silence. You must have fallen asleep.

"Yn" he whisper-yelled, "Angel, open the vent for me, yeah? It's kinda cramped in here."

No response.

He sighed as he pressed the call button, uncomfortably holding the phone against his ear. When he noticed your phone didn't ring, he assumed it was silenced. The vibrations surely would wake you up, right?

YOU: Soshi, are you here? I don't see you anywhere

SOSHI <3: Angel I'm here, I followed the music—didn't know ya liked classical

YOU: Classical? Baby, I'm playing Ciara.

SOSHI <3: Then whose room am I in?

The moment Soshiro heard the growl of a feline, he ended the call.

SOSHI <3 02:53 HOLY SHHIT I THINK I ENDED UP IN CAPTAIN ASHIRO'S ROOM

YOU 02:53 HOSHINA THAT WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE DID YOU EVEN READ THE BLUEPRINT???

SOSHI <3 02:54 Oh so I'm Hoshina now. You don't love me. Btw I'm stuck and Bakko found me I love you

"Vice-captain Hoshina? Is that you in the vent?"

Soshiro Hoshina swore he had shit his pants.

[aestheteanime]

how long they last during a sex ban

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

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

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

✶ wc: 2.9k

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

nsfw minors DNI

— ✶ ICHIKAWA RENO | 4 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you finally oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ HOSHINA SOSHIRO | 2 weeks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ FURUHASHI IHARU | 20 minutes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ NARUMI GEN | 2 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

and god the noises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well in that case--"

[pin-k-ink]

I would like to thank you for serving the Kaiju no8 fandom the smut we need

Your work is clearly appreciated 💓💓

twilight // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ semi public sex, biting, dry humping, mutual masturbation, nipple play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

wc ⇢ 2.7k

a/n: a little gift for you for your lovely little message, nonnie <3

You awoke with a start, instantly aware of the empty space beside you where Soshiro's warmth should have been.

Blinking the bleariness from your eyes, you reached out to press your palm against the rumpled sheets. The distinct chill told you he'd been gone for some time now. You knew exactly where he'd be at this hour - the training room, relentlessly pushing himself as usual.

Most nights you let him have that solitary ritual, the steady thrum of his sword cutting through the air oddly soothing background noise to lull you back to sleep. But tonight, a different kind of ache tugged insistently at you.

It had been too long since you'd properly welcomed the explosive energy he always carried back to your shared quarters after these late practices. Too long since you'd peeled away those sweat-dampened training clothes and mapped every hard plane and ridge of his body with hungry hands and mouth.

You bit your lip, already able to vividly picture the way those powerful muscles would flex and bunch as he moved with that lethal grace. How his intense eyes would nearly smolder right through you when you finally had him at your mercy.

A restless shiver cascaded down your spine as arousal began to thrum hotly in your veins. With a huff, you shoved back the covers, unable to simply roll over and ignore the steady throb of need any longer. You were going to that training room and getting reacquainted with your boyfriend properly.

Snagging one of Soshiro's discarded shirts, you shrugged it on - the fabric barely skimming your thighs and carrying his musky, familiar scent. By the time you padded out into the corridor, heading towards the muffled sounds of exertion, desire had you hanging on by a thread already.

The rhythmic clang of steel meeting reinforced targets grew louder as you approached the training room. You peeked around the doorway, breath catching at the sight that awaited you.

There was Soshiro, his muscular frame glistening with exertion as he flowed through an intricate pattern dance - sword whirling in those calloused hands with mesmerizing precision. The snug compression shirt he wore left little to the imagination, sheening with perspiration and practically molded to every cut and swell of his physique.

You swallowed hard, roving eyes devouring the display of athletic power and control as a fresh surge of liquid heat flooded your veins. The man was like a living weapon - undeniably lethal yet almost hypnotically graceful even in combat.

Soshiro pivoted sharply on his heel, finally catching sight of you hovering in the entrance. His blade stilled but his surprised expression quickly melted into one of those infuriatingly attractive smirks.

"Well, well..." He drawled, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he boldly dragged his gaze over your scantily clad form. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise? You're up awfully early, gorgeous."

You shot him a half-hearted glare, even as thrills of desire sparked low in your belly at the dark timbre of his voice and the blatant appreciation flickering in those intense eyes. "You're one to talk. Don't you ever sleep?"

Soshiro chuckled, low and rough in a way that had your pulse kicking up another notch. He crossed the room in a few powerful strides, carelessly discarding his sword as he closed the distance between you.

"You know me," he rumbled, slinging an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against the scorching heat of his body. You bit back a whimper at the solid wall of muscle pinning you in place. "I need my...extra-curricular activities to burn off some energy."

His free hand toyed dangerously with the hem of the over-sized shirt you wore - his shirt, you realized with a shiver as his nose brushed the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Although," he murmured, hot breath fanning over your skin, "I have to say, this little outfit is pretty inspiring in its own right."

You forgot how to breathe for a moment as he leaned back just enough to rake you with one of those smoldering looks - the ones that never failed to dissolve your bones into molten desire. His hands skated higher, bunching the borrowed fabric around your thighs as he rutted his hardening cock against you with a low groan.

"Maybe I've got some energy to spare after all..."

Soshiro captured your lips in a slow, smoldering kiss that instantly banished any thoughts of gentle apologies. There was an almost bruising intensity to the way his mouth moved over yours - like a man suffering from decades of deprivation finally allowed a single, soul-quenching drought of water.

When you finally parted for air, his eyes had gone molten - pupils blown wide with naked hunger as they roamed greedily over your disheveled, flushed appearance. A rough thumb traced the swell of your lower lip, rubbing lightly over where he'd nipped and suckled until you were certain it would be swollen and glistening.

"How many nights has it been since I've tasted you properly?" he rasped, the deep timbre reverberating through you in delicious waves. It wasn't a question meant for an answer as his calloused palms hungrily mapped the exposed curves left tantalizingly bare beneath his oversized shirt. "Too damn many."

You shivered at the undisguised want, the blatant possession in his touch as he hauled you flush against the solid wall of his frame once more. His hips canted with purpose, leaving you aware of every rigid inch of his cock grinding deliciously against you through the scant barriers of your clothing.

"I'm not going to last much longer without having you wrapped around me," Soshiro growled against the thundering pulse at your throat. His sharp canines scraped over your overheated skin in clear promise. "Nights like these, I can barely fucking think about anything other than splitting you wide open on my cock and watching you come undone."

You whimpered at the bold crudity of his words, knees threatening to buckle at the mental images they invoked. Soshiro rumbled out a low, satisfied chuckle at the full-body shudder that lanced through you - entirely aware of the effect his filthy bedroom tone had.

"That's it, gorgeous..." He purred, snapping his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that robbed the breath from your lungs. "Let me remind you properly just how much I crave having you all to myself."

With that, he sealed his searingly hot mouth over yours once more, swallowing your desperate little noises as he proceeded to make good on those deliciously wicked promises.

Soshiro's smoldering gaze held yours as his calloused hands roamed over the tempting curves hugged by that oversized shirt. "You just couldn't resist wearing my clothes, could you?" he rumbled, voice already deepened with want.

You shivered at the pure sin dripping from his tone, feeling a fresh gush of arousal. "I missed the way you smell," you murmured, breathless.

One dark brow quirked up as he tugged lightly on the hem, letting it ride up tantalizingly over your thighs. "Is that all you were missing, gorgeous?"

The heat in his stare pierced you as his knuckles trailed higher, higher, until his finger was suddenly brushing right against your damp folds. "Fuck..." he growled out a curse, "You aren't wearing any panties, naughty girl."

You bit your lip, suddenly shy despite the fact that your state of undress was blatantly obvious. Soshiro's eyes flashed, a feral grin slowly spreading over his features.

"You're killing me here..." He slid both hands beneath the bunched fabric, palms mapping the sultry vee of your legs as his hot breath fanned over your bare skin. "But I'm not complaining."

With that, he dipped lower, pressing scorching openmouthed kisses along your inner thighs and working his way inward. You clutched at his shoulders, knees threatening to buckle as he gradually sank down before you. He ducked his head beneath the shirt's fabric, and you braced yourself against the solid wall behind you as the first electrifying stroke of his flattened tongue met your slickened folds.

Your moan echoed off the walls as Soshiro eagerly lapped up the evidence of your arousal, hands gripping your hips in a vice as his tongue delved deeper. He ate at you like a man starved, sucking and teasing and coaxing more of those desperate little noises from your lips.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer and arching into his mouth, chasing the delicious sensations as his talented tongue drove you towards the edge. He groaned against your soaked folds, sending vibrations skittering over your nerves and nearly pushing you over the edge.

"That's it, gorgeous. Ride my face. Just like that..." His raspy timbre was muffled but the encouragement was clear enough. You rocked shamelessly into his mouth, crying out as he sealed his lips around your clit and suckled just so—

With a hoarse shout, you crested, entire body going taut as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Soshiro growled his approval, drawing it out as he lapped up the obscene gush of fluid coating his tongue. When you finally began to come down, he rose to his feet and captured your trembling lips in a searing kiss.

"I'll never get tired of making you squirt like that ," he purred against your mouth, tongue flicking out to savor the evidence still lingering on his lips. You couldn't help but whimper, fresh sparks of arousal igniting low in your belly at the raw intimacy in the act.

Soshiro smirked, a dark gleam of satisfaction shining in his eyes as his hands roamed the planes of your body. "Still, as much as I'd love to keep tasting you all night," he rumbled, the low timbre doing absolutely wicked things to your over-stimulated senses, "I really, really need to bury myself in that tight little pussy. Right. Now."

Your breath caught at the blatant, unabashed lust in his gaze, and you felt another rush of molten heat flooding your veins. His dark eyes pinned you in place, devouring you with a heated stare as he reached down to deftly unlace his pants and pull his erection free.

The thick length sprang forward, already impossibly hard and jutting proudly from his hips. He curled a palm around the base, giving himself a firm stroke and swiping his thumb through the pearlescent droplet of precum beading at the tip.

"See what you do to me?" Soshiro growled, smearing the glistening trail of moisture across the flushed, velvety head. You whimpered, transfixed by the lewd display and wanting nothing more than to lap up the salty essence with your tongue.

His free hand shot out, seizing your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. "Don't you dare look away," he rasped, the sharp order making you squirm against him. His intense eyes never strayed from yours as he stroked himself again, a rough curse falling from his lips.

You licked your lips, unable to tear your gaze away as the slick sound of his pumping fist filled the air. Your pulse raced, desire pounding hot and heavy in your blood as you watched his broad chest heave with exertion and pleasure, watched the play of muscles as his free hand clenched and flexed.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last if you keep looking at me like that," he growled, slowing the pace of his strokes as he tried to regain some measure of control. "Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch."

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, the thrill of exhibitionism and Soshiro's commanding tone combining to leave you utterly helpless against his whims. With a whimper, you trailed a trembling hand over your breasts, tweaking your pebbled nipple as you imagined it was his hot mouth.

"That's it, gorgeous. Make yourself nice and ready for me."

You bit your lip, sliding your other hand down and spreading your folds with slickened fingers. Soshiro let out a harsh groan as he watched, his strokes speeding up once more. The sight was almost enough to send you over the edge again - Soshiro, fully clothed, jerking his cock with that wild, unrestrained expression as he stared at you with molten eyes.

"Oh, fuck yes...just like that," he rasped, the rhythm of his pumping fist becoming frantic. You circled your clit, unable to stop the broken moans and pleading sounds falling from your lips.

"S-Soshiro, I need—"

"I know, baby," he groaned, biting his lip as his eyes raked over you hungrily. "I need it too. So fucking bad. C'mere."

You didn't even have time to react before he hauled you against him, lifting you with those powerful arms and pinning you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, a breathless gasp leaving you at the feel of his rigid length pressed between your thighs.

Soshiro's eyes flashed, dark and hungry, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. There was a brief fumbling and a shift of hips, and then you were both groaning as he suddenly thrust home, sinking into your core in one fluid motion.

You threw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out at the overwhelming stretch as your body adjusted to his size. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs grazing over the sensitive flesh as he fought for control.

"Damn, you're fucking soaked tonight. You feel fucking incredible," he rasped, hands clutching your hips in a death grip. He began to move, the slow drag of his cock setting every nerve alight as he bottomed out with every thrust. "So. Fucking. Good."

You could only keen, mind blanking as he found a deep, steady rhythm that had your toes curling. You gripped his shoulders for dear life, his ragged, guttural praise washing over you as he took you right there, against the wall, still fully clothed.

"Gods, I've missed this," Soshiro panted, slamming his hips forward and wrenching a choked sob from your throat. "I can't—fuck, I can't think straight when you're around."

His teeth clamped down on your shoulder, a feral snarl rising up from his chest. "Was gonna finish training early to- to wake you up with my tongue in that sweet pussy," he ground out, punctuating the crude confession with another sharp snap of his hips. "But you just had to come in here, looking like a fucking wet dream and- nnghh, wearing my shirt."

You moaned at the carnal picture he painted, at the raw possessiveness dripping from his voice. Soshiro rutted against you, driving himself deep and bottoming out with a harsh grunt. His breath came in ragged gasps, the telltale tightening in your core signaling that you were both teetering on the edge.

"Can't get enough," he snarled, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace that left you seeing stars. "Not of this, not of you, not ever—f-fuck, fuck—"

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he lost himself in his frenzied thrusts. Your climax crashed over you, drowning out all rational thought as pleasure washed over you in dizzying waves. Soshiro's hoarse shout echoed around the empty room as he buried himself to the hilt, warmth flooding your core as his release hit him in shuddering, violent spasms.

When the aftershocks finally tapered off, the two of you slumped against the wall, spent and boneless. You leaned heavily into Soshiro's broad chest, head nestled against his shoulder as the pair of you struggled to catch your breath.

After several long moments, his hands found their way into your hair, gently tipping your head back until you met his gaze. Soshiro's intense eyes shone with a rare tenderness as he pressed a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

"Hey," he murmured, the affectionate smile curling his mouth doing dangerous things to your already weakened heart. "Let's get you back to bed, beautiful."

You nodded, letting him scoop you up into his arms. The journey back to your shared quarters passed by in a blur, the warm, contented haze of post-coital bliss enveloping you in a bubble of serenity.

By the time Soshiro laid you gently back into bed, tucking the covers around you, the world had tilted on its axis and settled into its new orientation. It was clear neither of you were meant for sleep anytime soon, the pair of you instead passing the next few hours tangled in the sheets together, with Soshiro lazily fingering his cum back into your spent core and whispering filthy promises in your ear.

But you weren’t complaining.

[soshirohoshinasimp]

"Make sure you eat, honey"

Note: I’M BACK!! Writer's block punched me so hard and depression literally grilled me alive. Sorry for leaving for so long yall. 

Thanks for all the support and my 40+ followers! CRAZY how I started this only three weeks ago!

Anyways! I made a short drabble from my first request! AhhH! Thank you so much!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Soshiro Hoshina, caught you not eating.. Again

Word Count :  445 

In the dimly lit office of the third division's weapon design lab, you were fully absorbed in your task—Your focus was on tweaking bullet designs for greater range and explosive impact, better for quicker kaiju elimination.

Soshiro Hoshina, your caring boyfriend, often dropped by your office to check on you, especially when he sensed you were neglecting your well-being. Today was no exception. As you busily tinkered with diagrams and prototypes, he leaned against the doorframe, concern etched on his face.

“Darlin’, have you eaten anything today?” Soshiro's voice was gentle yet insistent, knowing your tendency to skip meals when deeply immersed in work.

You glanced up briefly, nodding absentmindedly. "Yeah," you replied, feeling a pang of guilt for not being entirely truthful. In reality, you hadn’t had a proper meal in nearly two days, consumed by the urgency of your designs.

Soshiro crossed the room and surveyed your cluttered workspace with a sigh. "What did you eat?" he asked softly, knowing your evasiveness when it came to self-care.

You hesitated, avoiding his gaze. “ Uh… I forgot" you murmured, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

A flicker of frustration crossed his face, quickly replaced by concern. "I keep telling you to take care of yourself," he said gently, his worry evident in his voice.

"I know, I’m sorry. I just need to finish this," you apologized, trying to reassure him while staying focused on your task.

He left quietly, and you resumed your work, the weight of his concern lingering in the air. Twenty minutes later, a gentle knock on the door interrupted your concentration. Soshiro stood there with a takeout container in hand.

"It's okay," you started to protest, feeling a mix of gratitude and reluctance, but he cut you off. "Shut up," he said firmly, placing the food on your desk and grabbing a spoon.

Reluctantly, you allowed him to feed you as you continued working. Spoonful by spoonful, he made sure you ate, his actions speaking volumes about his care for you.

You finished the meal in silence, feeling a bit embarrassed but also thankful for his insistence on your well-being. As you swallowed the last bite, he kissed your forehead gently.

"Make sure you eat properly, honey," Soshiro said softly, his words a reminder of his unwavering support and concern for you amidst your dedication to your work.

Before leaving, he kissed your face multiple times, a tender gesture promising that no matter how absorbed you were in your job, he would always be there to ensure you took care of yourself.

[totallybakedcake]

Imperfectly perfect

Sypnosis- You overwork yourself and your boyfriend freaks out. Pairing- Hoshina x fem reader

Huff, puff,huff,puff. It was now a normal thing for you to gasp for breath and just hold your polearm till it formed bruises in your arms. You were just thinking about your training, nothing more.

You stopped as you heard Okongi say, "Kikoru Shinomoya, release force 70 percent."

"Platoon leader name released force 80 percent. That's the most release force recorded for a platoon leader. Platoon leader name, platoon leader name, can you hear me? Can you hear me?" Okongi spoke, trying to get you back to your senses. Concern was starting to take over her, as you could hear her practically start yelling your name.

"Name!" You felt like you were slapped back to reality. Looking up, you saw Kafka, Leno, and Kikoru looking at you with a look of almost desperation. Kafka was shaking your shoulders while the rest were calling out to you. "Did I zone out?" You spoke as a mere whisper as you felt a wave of pain coursing through your body. Leno spoke, "Platoon leader, name. We were all training with you, but after training ended, you were on the floor, zoning out. It had been 5 whole minutes until you finally responded back to us. You should definitely have a look in the medical room. This has been happening ever since we joined you in training."

"Sorry to bother you guys so much. I am going to go to the medical ward soon, just being prepared after it was said that Kaiju No. 8 was a daikaiju, and just stressing all over. I'm sorry, you gotta get going now."

The trio watched as you hurriedly walked away. I was trying to calm Okongi down as she scolded you. "The platoon leader should really take care of herself. Even if she has great abilities and all, she should start taking care more. Has she even told Vice Captain Hoshina about this?" Kikoru and Leno nodded in agreement before walking away for lunch.

You love Hoshina more than your own life, but sometimes you really cannot show your true self to him. Down the whole mask of an understanding and cool person you try to be. There are many things that are hidden deep inside your heart. There are some things that you cannot express to your dear Hoshina.

Name was taking quick strides to get to a place. She was trying to cover herself so no one could see her, but then she arrived. A traditional Japanese estate, it was adorned with lamps and cute statues. The doors and windows were huge when you turned to the left; there was even a pond in the whole area. You went towards the backyard to see the preparations already done.

There he was, Mr. Hoshina. The current head of the Hoshina clan, as well as Soshiro's father, He was already in a kimino with a katana in his hand. He looked towards you and said, "Let's start, name."

Flashback

"Soshiro, it has been almost a month with no improvements." You slumped against the wall, burying your head in your arms. You would cry at any moment. It had been almost a month, and your release force was just decreasing. You could lose your position as a platoon leader if this continues. Soshiro had been a witness to your breakdown. He tried many times to calm you down and motivate you, but now he needed a new method. He went towards you, gently placing you on the sofa as he kissed your temple and said, "Oh cupcake, why do you worry about your pretty head so much? It makes me feel upset too. How bout' I tell you a great plan that will work surely?" He was rubbing your back in a comforting manner as you peered up with puffy red eyes.

"Tell me." You spoke just like a sad child, glimmering with hope. Soshiro grinned. He loved this particular trait about you a lot. He leaned down and spoke in a teasing manner. "For that, calm down." Showing him a pout and a glare at the same time, he grabbed your hand and spoke. "My father is great at polearming and close combat too. How about you train under him? It will surely prove results." He spoke in a promising tone that made you obviously agree with it.

Back to reality, it really worked. Your capabilities as a platoon leader skyrocketed. You were so happy—too happy, in fact—that you almost suffocated the vice captain himself in a tight hug. He was just glad that you were back to your usual persona, nothing more.

But things started to go downhill after that. You started training a lot more. After all the new Kaiju threats, you had to. You would overwork yourself to the point that even drinking water or getting proper rest was a second priority now. You just wanted to be strong and protect Soshiro and others with your strength, nothing more. Did you tell Soshiro about this? No. Will you? Absolutely no. He will stop your training as a whole and will be extra protective of you if that happens.

You tried your best to hide all the exhaustion and pain your body had started to accumulate, and you showed signs of overworking, but still you tried to cover it up. No matter how hard you tried, Hoshina was destined to find out about it.

It was evening, and you were still training. You were still training and training before you felt pain in your nose. It was a nose bleed, the sixth this week. You just wiped it off with your hand before getting in a position where you could fight, but you felt someone grab your hand in a firm grip. "Name, that's enough." You looked to see Soshiro; his eyes were wide open, looking at you. You were sweating buckets as blood was smeared on your face. Small cuts and bruises were peeking through, which was making Soshiro more concerned as the seconds went by.

"Let's go home." Soshiro spoke in a demanding tone as he grabbed your hand and started to walk.

You, on the other hand, felt really dizzy; your head was spinning, and the moment you moved your body, it ached. Feeling all the energy drained out of you, black splashes appeared in your vision as everything went black. Soshiro's eyes widened as you fell into his arms, his body going completely limp. "Name, this isn't funny. I don't like this prank. Please wake up." He shook your body, but no reactions came from you. He cussed; he knew you were training hard, but to the point you passed out because of it was something he never imagined. If only he had been faster to catch on, this wouldn't have happened.

He scooped you up in his arms, cradling your exhausted form. He just wants you to be okay.

Fluttering your eyes open, you groaned in pain. Your head throbbed, your entire body was feeling different types of pain, and your eyes felt heavy. "Yer awake, how are you?" You turned your head to see Hoshina coming close to you, as he had a tray with soup. His voice was much quieter and calmer, the opposite of his normal cheerful self. His eyes were wide open, and you could see the bags under his eyes.

"What happened?" Was the first thing you said.

Hoshina's expression turned grim as she placed the tray down and sat beside you on the bed. "Name, you passed out from exhaustion. You've been pushing yourself too hard."

You tried to sit up and get closer to him, but dizziness fell over you as Hoshina pushed you back down, his grip on your hand getting tighter. "Promise me, promise me you will never overwork yourself like that ever again." He held out his pinky finger and looked at you with a soft gaze.

"I promise." You interweaved your fingers in his as he pulled you closer for a deep kiss. The butterflies were flooding your stomach as heat rose up to your face.

"I have forcefully given you a week to recover, so no arguing now." He grinned as you let out a scoff and pulled him for another kiss. "I wasn't planning too."

Soshiro fell on top of you as he wrapped his arms around your figure, trapping you in his embrace and peppering you with kisses.

Let's just say he spoiled you rotten this night.

Note- Aah I did it I uploaded this thing. It was super fun to write this. My next kaiju no 8 fic might take a while as the next thing I will upload is a windbreaker fic. I watched the whole anime 4 days and completed the manga very quickly too, exams are now coming and just school is just too much now so no new fics maybe.

Have a good day!:D

[ryescapades]

Fun and cute idea for Narumi Gen little sister reader....

Little sister is on her period plus she's cranky, hangry, emotionally, etc.

Plus Soshiro(bf) and Gen were kinda worried so they have no choice but to work together to make the reader happy.

😂 just go crazy with this.

genre/warning: attempt at humor, reader in her period, cranky reader, everyone's dramatic here, just a teensy bit hint of suggestive, one mention of naruhoshi lol

a/n: ok i'm kind of impatient so here u go ,,simple and short! writing this while i'm also on my period -,-

mini series masterlist

to everyone, narumi gen is brash, occasionally childish and immature. but he's intuitive, efficient on the battlefield and has a strong sense of empathy and responsibility no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

one thing narumi is not, however, is incompetent. or at least, that's what he'd like to think.

"no."

the finality in your voice seems to grate even more at the final thread holding his sanity together.

"no??? what do you mean 'no'?!" narumi screeches, watching as you cross your arms with a haughty look on your face. "it means exactly what it is. no," you reiterate firmly.

"you asked me to order takeout for you and it's already on the way here, and now you're saying you don't want it anymore?" your brother scowls, daring you to repeat that word again. and you do, of course.

"uh-huh. don't wanna,"

he clenches his jaw, irritation bleeding out of his pores. "fine! what do you want then?"

"..."

his eye twitches at your silence. "oi."

"--iro..."

"you gotta speak louder, kid. can't hear you if you keep mumbling like that." your forehead creases, not liking his condescending tone. "i said i want soshiro," you state firmly.

narumi's eyes widen, flabbergasted. he waits for a few seconds, just in case you're messing with him, then you're gonna break the tension with a 'just kidding, bro! i actually want that takeout, how about we eat it together?' but there's none.

no kidding, no takeout, no eating together. nada.

narumi feels that last piece of thread snapping off.

"oh, you—" a loud, prolonged groan of frustration and defeat fills the room.

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the first division's captain has never felt this exposed and bare, ever. his dignity has been stripped away; he's vulnerable and unguarded.

that's how downgrading it feels to ask hoshina soshiro for his help in order to tame the beastly monster scarier than a kaiju that is you on your period.

"you're being overdramatic," the vice-captain's voice crackles out from the phone narumi's holding to his ear.

the captain grits his teeth, almost to the point of chattering. "shut up! i didn't ask to be in this situation! if it were up to me, the thought of asking for you wouldn't even cross my mind!" he complains.

"put yourself in her shoes too, captain. no women ever asked to struggle so much during their periods in the first place," hoshina says, amused.

"tch, i know that! but that doesn't mean that devil spawn can go around tormenting me as she likes. i knew i should've thrown her into a ditch when i got the chance," narumi harshly mutters before re-entering his office where you're waiting.

"i heard that, dumbass!" you growl from your seat at your brother's desk. not wanting to back down, gen sneers back, "i meant that for you to hear, you spoiled brat!"

"guys," hoshina interrupts loudly enough from the other line, starting to feel agitated himself.

you immediately snatch the phone, ignoring gen's protests before putting the device to your ear and swiveling in the chair to face away from him. "you don't love me, is that it, soshiro?" you interrogate with a frown, shoulders drooping and voice trembling slightly.

your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, "sweetheart, please. cut your brother some slack, yeah? he's tryin' his best, and i'm here now. anything ya need?"

your eyes then narrow suspiciously. "huh? stop talking about gen. why are you talking about him? you want him or something?" you bombard, suddenly feeling protective of your brother.

narumi jerks back, appalled at what he’s hearing. "the hell you on about?" you wave him off with a brush of your hand before focusing back on the call. "i asked you a question, soshiro."

hoshina sighs, "you know i do love you, darlin'. now how about you answer my question, hm?"

narumi just surveys on the side with his arms crossed, tapping his foot as he waits impatiently to get his phone back. funnily enough, his expression morphs from boredom, to annoyed, to disgusted as he notices your cheeks flushing as the conversation progresses.

it doesn't take a genius to guess that whatever hoshina's talking about, it's nothing decent.

right as he's about to interject, you're already pulling the device away to put it on speaker, letting narumi hear the well-known kansai dialect.

"alright, so ya good to eat that food he ordered now?" hoshina questions. "yeah, think so. whatever," you finally agree albeit sulkily, and narumi almost falls down to his hands and knees to thank the vice-captain, if not for his next words.

"that's a good girl," your boyfriend hums, sending you blushing down to the tips of your toes and narumi fuming with genuine horror (hoshina certainly did that on purpose).

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HE—"

you abruptly end the call, fully satisfied with yourself.

well, at least that’s one of narumi's problems finally down.

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[yoredoesmore]

hii can i pls ask for an argument with hoshina and how u fixed everything after jsnshsbshsbs 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

a/n: thank you for your request (´∀｀)♡ this took longer than it should have, I apologize ╥﹏╥

pairing: hoshina soshiro x fem!reader

summary: a small misunderstanding turns into a huge argument.

genre: romance/hurt & comfort/jealousy/fluff |

[wc: 1,6k]

enjoy!

Kiss and Make Up | Hoshina Soshiro

You were mad, beyond pissed even. Your heart was beating in irregular motions and the irritation practically oozed off your face. The tension laid thick in the air as you and your boyfriend continued to ignore each other, sitting in complete silence in front of the television.

So many thoughts roamed your head– insults, counter arguments and statements, yet you refused to give the man another second of attention.

He has truly done it now.

“I'was just another celebration with the squad, nuttin that big of a deal. You would have known if you had come.” Hoshina slurred his words as he dragged his drunk self through the hallway of your shared apartment and into the bedroom.

“Bet that Okonogi was there too, right? That smartass wannabe who always seems to be in desperate need of your help.”

“Oh pwease, you're overreacting. Okonogi is not like that so stop bein so annoying.”

That last statement had sealed his fate (and almost earned him a slap in the face). Before you knew it, the two of you fell into a fully blown out fight that lasted through the entire night. Insults were dropped, his hands pushed you and yours shoved him as well.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?! It's honestly so irritating!” Hoshina yelled out.

“Your stupidity is more irritating! Maybe if you stop being so full of your fucking self all the time and start using that brain of yours, you would see the issue at hand!” You snapped back.

Fights were uncommon in your relationship but when the two of you fought it was messy and draining. But most importantly, they stung.

Even after the night had fallen and sunshine arose, the atmosphere in your apartment still laid thick in the air. Half the day had passed and neither of you said anything to each other, until the both of you ended up in the living room at the same time. He was busy taking care of the cats (who had run into the wide space) while you were already sitting there, reading your favorite novel.

At first silence kept the situation at bay, neither of you forced to interact with one another, until a phone call broke the tranquil atmosphere.

“Your work phone, huh.” You said, eyes remaining on the book as you flipped to the next page. “Wonder who that could be.”

Hoshina refrained himself from answering your remark and quickly picked up the call. Although he had turned the loud speaker function off, you were able to hear a female voice from the other side.

“Yeah of course I can help, no need to thank me.” He hung up.

“Let me guess, little damsel in distress needs your help again?”

“That's enough, Y/n.” Hoshinas voice cut sharp through the room, silencing you temporarily, before you spoke up again.

“Don't talk about Okonogi like that, alright? She is a good friend and your coworker. Ya being so unreasonable.”

“I am being unreasonable?? Oh, I'm sorry for getting upset when my boyfriend spends more time with his good friend than his partner!” The book was no longer of any importance to you. You had tossed it while standing up from your seated position.

“How long has this been going on now?? Every other day she asks you to hang out or do this together or she needs help here and there. Are you fucking kidding me??”

“Oh please, look at the way you're acting, it's ridiculous! We work in the same department so of course we spend a lot of time together!”

It felt like your words went right past his ear and vice versa. Both of you were now standing right across from one another, anger evident on both your faces. Even the tension grew in size, swallowing up the entire space and forcing your cats to run out.

You hated the surge of anger that rushed through your body. Feeling this way, jealous and annoyed when the man who normally solved all your problems was right in front of you, it pained you deeply. In moments like these, all you wanted to do was break down and hide away, preferably in his arms, but that was not an option right now.

“You sure that's the only reason you spend so much time together? Because it sounded different a couple weeks ago.”

“A couple..what are you talking about??” Hoshina asked, genuinely confused. You broke your gaze, looking at the ground in hopes that the pressure would disappear.

“At the bar..don't act like you don't remember!” And without allowing him to even respond, you dashed into your room and knocked the door shut behind you. Your boyfriend simply stood there, unsure of how to react to this sudden change of events. A long sigh escaped his lips as he followed you into the room.

“Y/n..”

“Leave me alone!” Your head was buried deep into the pillow (the one on Hoshina's side). Tears had made it out of your eyes and you desperately wanted to hide them.

“What exactly did I say at the bar..please tell me.” The regret in Hoshina's tender voice did not go unnoticed by you. It tugged on your heart and only caused the pain to increase. You truly hated seeing him like this.

“You..you said that you like smart women..” Repeating those words from weeks ago now made you feel stupid. “When Kafka asked you what your type was..you said that you prefer smart women and then you..proceeded to look at Okonogi! She was sitting right next to Kafka, so maybe you were looking at him instead, I don't know, I was just as drunk but still!”

Hoshina stood in front of the bed, disbelief holding him back from talking. He could barely remember the events of that night, only that it involved too much alcohol. But hearing you say those words, with tears in your eyes and a broken voice, it made your boyfriend feel like shit.

“But I was obviously talking about you, love, You are smart” He said as he placed himself next to you on the bed, hands rubbing your back. “Wait..is that why you didn't join us in yesterday's get together?”

You nodded hesitantly.

“I am not smart, not at all. I work as a damn secretary for the Kaiju Hunters while Okonogi is a skilled woman who runs analysis and she is the Operations Leader. And not to mention, she is so pretty too.”

Up until now, Hoshina did not know that you were harboring such emotions. Your sudden confession left his mind blank, it was as if he had temporarily lost all thoughts due to the shock. You on the other hand couldn't have felt more embarrassed.

You had no right to go after Okonogi like that and blame her for your insecurities. But when Hoshina spoke those words and afterwards looked at her, you just felt too heated.

Moments like these made you wonder, why Hoshina refused to leave you. Unlike the other women in his life, you were hotheaded and emotional, pushing and shoving when someone messed with your feelings instead of talking it out.

Little did you know, that this was exactly what Soshiro liked about you. He loved you for being hotheaded and a tease, but also sweet and caring during the right moments. You were the perfect match for him and nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Y/n, don't you ever say that about yourself ever again. You are my smart, beautiful hotheaded woman, the woman I love and cherish. Plus it takes hella brain to work as a secretary, especially for those jerks.” Soshiro placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling you back up into a seated position.

Your eyes were slightly puffy and a soft frown pulled on your lips.

“I'm sorry for not expressing myself clearly enough and for making it seem like I prefer Okonogi to you. You are the one I love and care about, I promise.”

“But..but I am so mean to everyone and to you as well, Soshiro.” Hoshina's words had touched your heart and caused the tears to resurface, even though they never truly left.

“Plus I get jealous way too easily and don't..I'm just too..” You hiccupped.

“Shh, there there. I don't wanna hear none of that, you hear me?” Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around your waist while the other patted your head. A soft kiss found its way on your cheek, drawing a pout from your lips.

“I'm sorry Soshiro, for being so irritating. You are a great friend and coworker to Okonogi and you are a true blessing for constantly helping her out. I shouldn't get jealous over that." Hoshina smiled and placed another kiss on your face, this time on your lips. It felt sweet and comforting, you wished it could have lasted forever.

“And I'm sorry for being so stupid.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, the sweet scent of his body filling your nose. The hug lasted quite long, as long as you both needed it to, and it patched up all the wounds that were still left open by the argument. As you pulled away, you gazed into each other's eyes, losing yourself temporarily.

“Lucky for you, I love my women slightly irritating.” He joked.

“And I like my men stupid.”

“Hey!”

The both of you laughed, the content of the argument already forgotten.

a/n: i know its not obvious at all but i was actually going for a hori x miyamura type of relationship

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (do we as a society still use this emoticon?)

i just love hori’s and miyamura's dynamic, they could never make me hate them! plus i wholeheartedly believe that Hoshina needs a partner who is more emotional/teasing than him so he can be sure that his attitude is handled ^^

[sweettofuki]

"Every relationship is different, but ours was my favourite" | part two

pairing: hoshina x emotionally reserved reader genre: second chance, angst -> fluff, a little smut summary: Hoshina finds ways to rekindle your love for him warning: minors do not interact, slight cursing mentions: @swivi @kaoiyeva @sleepymeix @lillycore thank you for your support!! I hope you enjoy this continuation!! a/n: part two! part one here

wc: 3.1k

“I’m home,” you heard the door to your shared apartment clicked open.

You walked over to greet your boyfriend, Hoshina, at the front door, who came home late again.

“Hey baby, how was your work today?” you asked

“It was okay. I’m so tired though,” he replied.

You helped him with his bag and got him settled down.

“Do you want me to warm up your dinner? I made your favorite, katsu curry!” you beamed.

He took a sharp inhale. “Actually, my coworkers and I went out for dinner after work. I’m so sorry, dear.”

You sighed, disappointed, before turning your heel to heat up your portion.

“It’s fine, I can keep yours for lunch tomorrow,” you mumbled.

“When’s your next off day?”

“Wednesday.”

“Oh, that’s great! I’m off that day too! Do you want to do something together? I was thinking of going to that new cafe that just opened—”

You started rambling about plans for your shared day off, but he seemed uninterested. He just wanted some peace and quiet when he got home. He clicked his teeth against his tongue.

“Actually, is it okay if we stay in? I’m just exhausted from being out every day.”

“… You always do this”

“Do what?”

“You always find excuses not to spend time with me. ‘Captain Ashiro needs me to finish this paperwork.’ ‘Officer Hibino is causing trouble again.’ ‘There’s a new weapon that needs testing.’ When is it gonna be ‘Sorry, I can’t, I have plans with my girlfriend?’’ you huffed.

“You neglect me all the time Soshiro. When are you finally gonna make time for me?” you yelled, frustration boiling over.

“Why are you getting mad at me? We can still spend time if we stay in. I just don’t want to be around people on my off days.”

“But we never go out anymore! Do you even remember the last time we went out?”

“Maybe. I’d be more willing to spend time with you if you didn’t spend every single minute of our time together nagging me,” he snarled.

“well, I’m SORRY for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend. Shoot me!” your voice raising a volume higher, hands balling into fists.

It wasn’t usual for you to raise your voice at him.

His eyes widened before his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Fuck y/n. Can you just shut up for a moment?? I don’t have time to deal with this. I have responsibilities y/n. You can’t expect me to just drop everything because you’re clingy.” he snapped.

A veil of silence fell over you. A sharp pang hit your heart, discomfort spreading across your chest.

“You…you think I’m clingy?” you whispered.

His words resonated repeatedly in your head. You looked down, not even wanting to hear his answer. Slowly, hurt morphed into anger. You felt something inside you snap.

“How the fuck do you think I’m clingy? I barely see you. We live together, and I only see you once a week. And even if we do see each other, you look irritated just talking to me, like it was a chore. You're always late coming home or to our dates—”

“Don’t you think I’m always out late because I don’t want to deal with you!? You’re always breathing down on my neck, suffocating me. I have a duty to serve, y/n.”

You let out a sharp gasp, pain etched across his face as he immediately regretted his choice of words.

But it was too late; he knew there was no taking them back. His words would be forever engraved in your mind.

“Fuck you and your fucking duties. Did you forget that I’m also working the same job as you? You don’t see me giving you excuses just because I’m exhausted. You know what? I’m done.”

Then you turned on your heels and stomped towards your shared room.

Hoshina leaned against the counter, breathing out a deep sigh. Then he heard the sounds of something zipping open, closet doors being thrown open, and frantic rustling.

Suddenly, the drop in temperature was the least of his worries. Panic overtook his exhaustion.

“Y/n, dear? What are you doing?” he shouted down the walkway.

You didn’t answer him .

Until he figured it out himself, reluctantly. He watched as you emerged, dressed and lugging a large suitcase behind you.

“w-where are you going at this hour?”

A stupid question he knew the answer to.

“y/n, please wait. Talk to me, baby—.” he pleaded but got cut off by your cold tone, something he had grown to hate.

“I think we’ve talked enough, Hoshina.” you hissed.

He never knew he could hate the sound of his own family name.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck in his dry throat. He wanted to pull you into his arms, to tell you that what he said wasn’t true, and apologize endlessly.

He wanted to tell you that he loves you, that when he comes home after a long day and holds you in his arms, he likes the feeling of your warmth and comfort. He adored your bright, contagious smile and your endless patience and love for him.

It wasn’t his first relationship, but he would be damned if you were his last.

Yet, his feet stayed rooted to the spot. Unable to move.

The moment he saw you take your keys, he knew there was no way of turning back time.

He watched your figure disappear behind the closed door, leaving him to stand alone in their empty apartment.

Well, he finally got what he wanted.

You repeated the line in your head, trying to reassure yourself that what you did was the right choice. With you gone, he could focus on his career without anyone holding him back.

But damn, does it hurt.

Hot heavy tears streamed down your face as you drove towards headquarters, where you had a spare private room.

You managed to hold in your tears until you left, refusing to let him see you at your weakest.

You felt like a dam, that broke down from holding in too much pressure for too long. The pain jabbed at your chest, obstructing your airways, making it hard to breathe—

You gasped awake.

Sitting up in bed, you clutched your chest, breathing heavily.

Calm down. Calm down. It was just a dream.

You sank back down into your bed, back in your dorm, your eyes still brimming with unshed tears. Hugging yourself, you sought comfort and fell asleep in your own embrace.

[…]

The next morning, you carried your duties on as usual. In your Captain’s office, you reported on recent improvements among your officers. Then, you discussed upcoming drills and training plans with your Vice Captain.

“Focus up Officer Izumi. You’re doing well,” you called out.

You nodded in approval as Officer Izumi swiftly took aim at the furthest target.

You have been monitoring your platoon’s progress during the drills, and recently, you’ve noticed Officer Izumi had climbed up to one of the top few spots in your squad.

“Hey, Platoon Leader L/N, did you see that shot? Pretty impressive right?” he said, standing a bit too close to your comfort.

“Yeah, good job officer,” you replied nonchalantly, not bothering to meet his gaze.

Lately, you couldn't shake the feeling that Officer Izumi has taken a liking to you. He always finds ways to strike up conversations with you and sometimes he would ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours. It hadn't gone unnoticed by the squad, resulting in him being teased constantly behind your back.

Yet, you can’t deny feeling a hint of flattery from receiving said attention. It had been a while since anyone had paid you this much attention since your breakup.

Thank god my dry pussy spell has lifted.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called out from behind you.

“Platoon commander L/N! Wait up!”

You turned to see Officer Izumi jogging towards you.

“Do you need something, Officer Izumi—”

“I know this is sudden but…I think you’re pretty and I’d like to get to know you better. Will you go out with me?”

Stunned, you’re not sure how to respond to something like that. For a split second, it brought back memories of the last time someone confessed to you—by a vice-captain.

“Officer Izumi, I’m flattered and I appreciate your interest, but I’m sorry. I can’t accept your confession. It crosses professional boundaries.”

He moved closer, you instinctively stepped back, feeling your back hit the wall.

“Why don’t you take some time to consider it? I can wait. Maybe one week or two—”

“She said no, dumbass. Learn to take no as an answer.”

Izumi froze. You turned to see the figure standing behind Izumi. As if just thinking about him made him materialize into thin air.

“What are you doing here, Vice-Captain Hoshina?” you asked

Your division and Hoshina’s share the same headquarters, so it’s not that odd to run into each other. What’s odd, though, is the sheer frequency of running into him, despite the base being HUGE.

Hoshina grabbed the officer by his jacket, effortlessly pulling him back despite Izumi's towering height. Even though Officer Izumi was a head taller than him, it did not seem to affect the vice-captain. However, the mere presence of the Vice-captain and his menacing grin seemed to have affected Izumi.

His grin bore nothing of its usual friendliness.

He smiled at you as he sent Officer Izumi away, flashing his canines. His menacing grin quickly shifted to a gentler smile upon facing you. You can’t deny that his smile didn’t stir up old butterflies in your stomach.

“I leave you alone for one minute and some poor bastard is already chasing after you, with additional borderline sexual harassment.”

“Why would he be a poor bastard? You don’t believe that I’m capable of dating Officer Izumi or anyone else for that matter?” you retorted

You saw a slight twitch in his eyebrows when you mentioned Officer Izumi.

He backed you against the cold, dry wall once more, slamming his hand beside your head with his thumb brushing against your ear. You felt a flame ignited at where his thumb is touching your earlobe, warmth radiating. His body hunched forward, completely caging you in.

“I know you, Doll. You wouldn’t settle for someone like him” he whispered, his intense gaze locking with yours in the close distance, his pupils dilated.

You blushed, immediately looking away and taking a deep breath.

You heard him stifle a laugh, feeling victorious from gaining a reaction from you.

“I don’t think exes normally care about this kind of stuff, Hoshina,” you teased “Like I said before, you don’t know me.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that, L/N,” he replied.

[…]

You were heading to your dorm when you passed by the training room. Light illuminating from an opening in the door.

“Seriously? They never remember to turn off the lights,” you mumbled to yourself

As you entered and made your way toward the light switches, you were about to flip the switches when your attention was drawn to the sparring dummy standing in the middle of the room.

Memories flooded back as you recalled the time when you were training alone, when Hoshina walked in, and you’d asked for his help.

“Baby, you’re not punching hard enough.”

“I don’t want to hurt you Soshiro,” you whined.

“How many times do I have to tell you, dear? I can take a hit! I won’t get hurt that easily, ya know?” he smirked

“Alright, you asked for it, love.”

Stepping back, you closed your eyes to clear your mind, then launched an attack on Hoshina.

Your right arm swung with full force, but he swiftly caught your fist and pulled you close. His arms wrapped around your waist, and with a swift move, he tripped one of your legs, sending you falling backward. In an instant, you went from aiming at his face to gazing up at him against the bright ceiling. His smirking face hovered just inches from yours.

Then his lips closed the distance.

You let out a small squeak at the surprise kiss.

Even after he pulled away, you still felt the softness of his lips lingering on yours.

You wet your lips.

His hungry, crimson eyes glanced down at your mouth.

He breathed out a deep sigh.

“Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are?”

“Not that I remember.”

In that moment, he fell harder in love by how your lovely lips curled up into a smirk, replicating the one he perfected.

You felt the hands around your waist and the back of your thigh grip harder, his fingers digging into your skin. His breathing grew heavier than before.

“Well, I’m telling you now sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips “You take my breath away.”

This time, he pressed into the kiss harder. He nibbled on your bottom lip, seeking entry with his tongue.

You let out a sharp gasp, which was immediately swallowed into his mouth, feeling something hard pressed against your crotch.

Trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his warm lips gently nibble at your most sensitive spots.

“Babe not here. People might walk by and see us,” you panicked, whispering in a high pitch.

“Let them watch,” he muttered lowly into your skin.

You palmed hard at his hard-on through his pants. He let out a deep groan.

“Are you suggesting we find somewhere more private? Use your words, you naughty girl,” he added, chuckling lowly.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

You were deep in thought when a familiar voice interrupted you.

“Oops, my bad Y/N! I forgot to switch off the lights again," Hoshina said, lightheartedly.

You couldn’t remember when he started going back to first name basis with you again.

You turned and narrowed your eyes at him.

With him, nothing is ever a mistake.

“Oh? What had you so preoccupied that you forgot something so trivial?”

You noticed irritation flicker across his face. You mentally cheered for getting under his skin

“It was an honest mistake, y/n. Surely you've made mistakes in your life too.”

You paused halfway through switching off the lights.

Meeting his gaze, in a hard tone, you replied, "No, I haven't." If your words had made any impact on him, he made sure not to show it, his expression remained neutral as ever.

“Anyway,” he continued. “I suppose I have my moments of absentmindedness.”

You stared aimlessly at the wall ahead, refusing to make eye contact with him, tension thickening the air between you. Finally, he asked, “Did you remember? That night when the kaiju attacked and you exhausted yourself to the point that you blacked out.”

“what about it?” you replied, your voice hinting with intrigue.

There was a brief pause before he continued, his words carefully chosen.

“ When I saw the medics carrying your lifeless body on a stretcher, I felt like my heart dropped. I waited for you to wake up. I was there first thing in the morning and stayed by your side until you regained consciousness. I brought you flowers, hydrangea, your favorite, hoping that the scent will wake you up."

You remembered. The flowers. The empty chair.

Your hand reached out to brush against the beautiful, delicate petals. You ponder to yourself who could have left such a thoughtful gift. Fresh hydrangeas! Coincidentally, your favourite. What you didn’t notice was the pair of footsteps receding after one last glance.

“Thank god you woke up only after two days. If you had died before I could atone my mistakes, I would never forgive myself for watching you take your last breath.” He choked out the last few words, the pain evident in his voice as he imagined the worst. "It made me realised how much I still love you."

He fought back the tears that were pushing against the water gates.

You have never seen him this vulnerable before. A sharp pain throbbed in your chest at the sight of his unshed tears.

“Did you know how I noticed you hadn’t been leaving your office? Because I’ve been passing by your office every day since you left, hoping to see just a glimpse of your face. To know that you’re doing alright. After a week with no signs of you, I started to wait until you fell asleep on your desk before I dared to enter.”

He vividly remembered the moment he quietly stepped into your office, praying that you were too busy or asleep to notice. There you were, sleeping peacefully with your arms cradling your head. He cracked the door open wider, stepping closer to the front of your desk. Taking a peek at your sleeping face, he noticed your deep sunken eyes, the purple hue under your eye, and the discoloration on your cheeks. Almost as if life had drained from you. He gently tucked a strand of loose hair strand behind your ear.

Despite being overworked, and looking like you hadn’t slept in days, he couldn’t help but admire how angelic you looked at that moment. Then he noticed your petite hands trembling from the chill. He looked around the room, his eyes fell on the thick quilt on your couch. With a sigh, he retrieved it, carefully draping it around your shoulders and tucking it in, making sure no amount of warmth could seep out.

You stood frozen in place, staring at him, unsure what to make of his sudden confession. His heartfelt words clashed with your memories, particularly of your last argument with him. You clench your fists involuntarily.

“I don’t know….I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that again, Soshiro!” you cried. “When I left our apartment, I was nothing but my aching soul. It felt exhausting being in that relationship,” You started crying in hysteria, tears pooled in your eyes before they streaked down your cheeks. It was the first time you had really cried in weeks since the breakup. It felt good.

Without another word, you let him slowly embrace you, tightly, as though gathering your broken pieces.

Then you felt something wet hit your head, followed by another. Looking up, you saw tears flowing down his face.

“Please…give me another chance. We don’t have to start off strong right away. We can start at whatever pace that feels comfortable for you! I know I’m the last person who deserves your love right now, but when you left, I never realized how big our apartment was. I finally understood how you must have felt each time I left you alone. I promise you, if you take me back, I’ll never make you feel something like that again.” he begged.

With a shaky breath, you gripped his shirt close as you cried, whiffing in his familiar scent. “Okay, Soshiro,” you said. “Let’s give it one more try.”

“Really?!” he exclaimed, pulling you back to search your face. He held you tighter. “Thank you, baby! Thank you!” His words muffled against your hair.

Both of you stood there engulfed in the soft glow of the dim lights, reunited at last, each feeling as if a missing piece of the other had finally been rediscovered.

[hoshinasblade]

second best |2| hoshina soshiro

PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART THREE

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2.5K trigger warnings: author's note: hello, reposting the part 2 because of hiccups from saturday when i posted it first (tumblr blocked my blog lol). likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated but please do not copy or steal my works. in celebration of this blog reaching 100 followers recently, i have written a bonus part 3 which will be posted within this week. my taglist form is here, and feel free to let me know your thoughts by sending me an ask through here. using my degree correctly by writing hoshina fanfics yes

you aren't sure when things changed between you and hoshina soshiro.

when you were young, you would have understood that he didn't have the attention span to deal with you. he wasn't exactly shy, but you wouldn't call him friendly too - unlike you, who has taken it upon herself to be friends with all the children in the small neighbourhood. unfortunately for you, only the hoshina brothers are at the same age as you are, and at that time you thought that was a sign that fate was giving - you ought to be close to them.

you won't deny that you were fonder of the hoshina brothers than anyone when you started school. if you are being honest, you like them more than any of your expensive dolls or toys. being an only child, you thought it was only natural to want someone to be with - to want someone to share things with.

the brothers would have their endless training sessions every day, and though you did not know how to swing a sword then, you insisted to your parents - and theirs - that you must join them. sometimes you would be sitting on the floor just watching them, and frequently you would be the one keeping count of the score between soshiro and soichiro when they spar.

soshiro has never won a single match against his brother when they were kids.

but you didn't mind. you still preferred him over soichiro.

in fifth grade, you bought him the biggest cake your meagre savings could buy. it wasn't much really, but you won't forget how wide his eyes went when you lighted the candles and sang him the happy birthday song albeit out of tune. the next year, you gifted him a small keychain - a teddy bear in a purple kimono. you never saw him use it.

it wasn't until years after that you worked out what your feelings for him were. the girls from your class would make small talk and ask if you have a boyfriend now and then. you would say no all the time. at sixteen, you felt like you didn't need to be in a relationship - because you have soshiro, you said to yourself - and that was when it hit you.

every time soshiro would talk to you after that, you would peek in your little compact mirror, worried he had miraculously discovered your secret, afraid that maybe your face had given it away. he caught you doing that once, and he accused you of attempting to be pretty for him.

"is it me ye're trying to be cute for?" he volunteered to carry your bag on your way home but you declined. you didn't want to start assuming things; you knew he was just being nice.

"ya wish," you deflected effectively.

"well, whoever it is for, they're in for some trouble", he commented, and you chose not to read too much in his words. you realized how the walk to your house always seemed to be shorter when you were with soshiro.

when you turned eighteen, you asked your mom what it meant to be in love. she was the last person you had wanted to ask - your parents had broken their perfect marriage not long ago, your father choosing to abandon your mother and you. soshiro taught you the basics of kendo during those hard months. "i'll even let ya beat me", he said to you.

"it's when you care for them so much that you will go as far as to let them go because you wanted them to be happy," your mother answered.

soshiro did not have the decency to say goodbye when he left himeji. you wanted to celebrate with him, and it wasn't like you weren't familiar with his plans to move after graduation. you used to stay up late with him, and inevitably the conversation would steer to his dream of getting out of your town. he would say that it's to expand his horizons - for his growth - but you like to give yourself some credit because you know him too well to simply believe that. you can tell that he needs a place to stretch his wings and be the best - somewhere he can be better than his brother.

and maybe you are really your mother's daughter - you let hoshina soshiro go because you thought it would make him happy.

"vice-captain, platoon leader said ye're needed at operations." you saluted and walked inside his office. "get yer ass in there, were the exact words actually," you added, intending it to be a joke.

soshiro didn't even look up from the file he had been staring at since you came in. he's been like this for days after you were sworn in the defense force. you would bump into him in the hallways of the training building or sit at the same table with him for lunch, and he wouldn't speak to you at all. if you didn't know better, you would think that finally, after all these years, he is now aware of your feelings. but that would be impossible, because not only the other recruits would not dare to rat you out, but also because soshiro would not be acting this way if he knew.

"v-vice captain?" you repeated.

soshiro hummed. "i heard ya the first time, officer," he said, his glance on you so cold you felt it from where you stood. it wiped off the smile you were wearing that morning.

"ya can go," he said once more after he noticed you didn't move. "or d'ya need anything else from me?"

"no, vice-captain." you were almost out of the door when you remembered something else. "one more thing, hoshina-san," you faced him again, the way you said his last name soft against your own lips. "soichiro-kun will be visiting again tomorrow so we can go to himeji together -"

"do ya belong to the sixth division?" soshiro cut you off. "i didn't know ya transferred."

"i - i'm not -" you were still trying to look for the appropriate response when he interrupted you again.

"then why are ya spending so much time with him? d'ya wanna move to his jurisdiction?" soshiro is standing now, whatever he was reading earlier long forgotten.

it was difficult to reconcile this distant man in front of you with the boy you used to chase after during your childhood days. the one who would bring you an extra boxed lunch because you told him before that his bento tastes so much better than yours. the boy you fell in love with. you had both grown up, and taken different paths at a time, yes, but you did not expect to struggle so badly to find common ground with him. "im sorry, vice-captain, i'll be off now." it felt like a huge chasm had opened in the middle of the room that determined to keep the two of you worlds apart. you turned to leave, and you heard him mutter something.

"if ya wanted to keep going on dates with my brother, ya shouldn't have gone here."

there is only one thing sharper than his katana and it is hoshina soshiro's mouth.

pain swirled inside you, threatening to spill over. when you couldn’t keep the turmoil in any longer, you snapped.

"what is yer problem?!" your pitch reached a high octave that soshiro was shocked at the outburst. "did i do anything? cause yer being mean, soshiro," you pressed on, stepping closer to him. it didn't escape him how you dropped the title off his name, and the honorifics, too. he was about to respond, but you didn't give him the chance. "look, i know yer not on good terms with soichiro-kun, but he’s my friend."

"like i needed to be reminded." sarcasm coated his retort. "ya know what? ya can marry the guy and i won't even care. do whatever ya want", he said, dismissing you in a harsher tone

your forehead scrunched and your eyebrows met in confusion. "what are ya talkin' about? no one is getting married -"

soshiro's laugh was bitter. you recoiled at the offensive sound. "i'm not the one going around telling everyone she's in love with soichiro-kun.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears; you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and you were suddenly afraid that this conversation is unfolding into something else entirely. “i never said that,” you protested. “i never told anyone i was in love with him. i don’t know where you’re getting this from.”

soshiro’s expression remained stoic and unreadable. “i heard you say it at the izakaya”, he murmured.

breath was knocked out of your lungs and panic started to rise within you. “i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you repeated. you tried to rewind every second of what happened in the party thrown for the new officers nearly a month ago. everyone was drinking and having a good time after the sworn-in ceremony. commander ashiro and the vice-captain had to leave ahead. your fellow newbies grilling you on your history with hoshina soshiro.

“save it.” hurt was evident in soshiro’s voice; his eyes glimpsed at you briefly, and you saw an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher flicker. soshiro’s expressionless mask faltered for a moment, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. although you don’t have a clue how he would have heard it when he went with commander ashiro that night, the desire to straighten things out overtook you.

for a split second, the burden of the truth hangs heavily on your tongue. you gave in to the desperation.

“i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you reiterated, hoping he would understand this time. “because it’s you i’m in love with.”

there were multiple occasions in the past where you almost admitted what he meant to you; you had pictured a thousand scenarios in your head where you declared your love, but all of them did not include the part where soshiro would respond.

you thought confessing would ease the ache in your heart, but it was the opposite. "i didn't know how to tell ya, and that's my fault. but how could i? ya didn't even bother to say goodbye to me when ya left home." it was taking everything of you to hold your tears back, and ignoring the obvious tremble in your voice, you continued. "did ya know i taught myself how to pray after ya were gone? i thought it was the only thing i could do for ya."

"i didn't know", was all soshiro could say. he looks in distress, still grappling with your bold confession.

a loud knock on the door broke the tension. “vice-captain, they made me fetch you,” okonogi said from the hall.

“well, now ya do.” you turned away just when soshiro strode towards your direction, running after you. you were faster than him, and despite the possibility that you would be seen coming from the vice-captain’s office crying, you twisted the doorknob and ran.

it is still hot when you sit down on a bench at the rooftop of the third division's training building.  you welcomed the cool breeze, however, and you noted that at this altitude, everything from far away looks considerably smaller.

you missed two important briefings this afternoon already, and your team is most certainly searching frantically for you everywhere. you are definitely going to be scolded by your superior. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to discard the little comfort being alone had given to you, especially after such an emotional confrontation. you sighed, exhaustion slowly crawling all over you. lost in your thoughts, you did not notice the soft footsteps approaching until a familiar voice tore through the silence. the cold breeze blew, making you shiver a bit.

“hey,” soshiro called out. you freaked out, immediately looking for a space to hide at. “i already saw ya,” he let you know.

he held out a keychain in front of your face, a tiny bear in a faded purple kimono with the string attached to its head dangling from his forefinger. you recognized it instantly - you got it for him when he turned 12 years old. he sat beside you, not concerning himself with asking for your permission.

“the first few days were the hardest”, he began, and you listened. “i was too used to seeing ya every day, but when we were apart, i convinced myself i would forget how ya look like. i didn’t.” he offered the keychain to you and you took it - the bear’s fur worn out and old to your touch. “i hold that thing whenever i start to miss ya.”

shock was etched on your face and your gaze darted to him. “is it too late now to say that i love ya?” he whispered, his face mirroring the sincerity of his tone. sunlight bathed the rooftop as soshiro’s words hung in the air, leaving you breathless and stunned. you gasped. “maybe i should have told ya sooner. but i have been in love with ya for a while now.”

you leaned into his shoulder, and you quietly cried.

“i don’t think i have been anybody’s first choice in anything, so it didn’t enter my mind that ya would probably feel the same.” his hand found yours and you relished on the warmth.

“your brother advised that i tell ya, ya know?” you said between sniffles.

he chuckled. “he didn’t do an excellent job at that, did he now?”

silence ensued; his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, your head on his shoulder still - your breathing still a mess from everything that has been said. “i’m sorry i hurt ya. let me spend my whole life making it up to ya,” he proposed. the promise made your heart skip a beat.

for the first time in a long time, you gave him a smile - the one you have reserved just for him, the one you made sure to convey everything you wanted to tell him. there are a lot of other things you feel the need to ask him, but this will suffice for now. this is more than you ever had in your whole life.

“i can’t believe we wasted so much time dancing around our feelings. that one time i wanted to hit one of our classmates because he was being pushy with ya, d’ya remember that?” he reminisced. “anyone can have everything in the world, and the only time i would crack is if it is ya being taken away from me.”

all your dreams pale in comparison to your reality now.

out of the blue, you heard soshiro giggle. “does this mean ya were telling the newbies that night that it was me ye’re into?” he stared at you, and you can’t help but see him as the little boy you grew up with. this is the man i love, you said to yourself. you squeezed his hand.

you didn’t respond. all you know is the color of your cheeks surely rivals the pink of the skies as the both of you watch the sun sets.

[justwinginglife]

Behind Closed Doors

More nsfw cuz why not. Also i swtg I can write other positions besides missionary but the bottom in me just religiously needs this man atop me so forgive me for self indulging a lil more.

You were very much taken. Very very much so. Taken body and soul. But not by your boyfriend. He was a side note at this point. Maybe not even a side note, maybe he was the little bullet point you put next to the side note.

No, the space in your heart and the space in between your legs was reserved for a certain Vice Captain. You'd never even touched yourself before you met him, but now you couldn't stop touching yourself thinking of him. Whether it was daydreams in broad daylight or wet dreams in the dark of the night, you were his. You were Soshiro's.

You shouldn't even be calling him that. To you- he was Vice Captain Hoshina. Did he know how you felt about him? Maybe. Probably. But he also knew you were taken even though you unfortunately did not seem to know that. He tread more carefully than you did and you wished to god that he would stop. You wished he would take you on the conference table while all the higher up's watched. You wished he would take you on the training mats while all your fellow officers watched. You wished everyone would know he was yours and you were his. Everyone except your boyfriend. You couldn't let him know this dirty little secret of yours.

You were his innocent baby girl. You'd never touched anyone but him, never thought of anyone but him. He was your first and your only. He knew you back when no one knew you. You were something of his to protect, something of his to keep safe and sound in the comfort of his home. So when you suddenly announced you were joining the Defense Force, you who had never done anything remotely dangerous or wild, you who had never even had a rebellious phase, you destroyed some part of the image he had of you. His pretty little princess would never dirty her pretty little finger let alone shoot a gun and get soaked in the bloody aftermath of what her gun could do. But for old time's sake he tried to hang on to whatever it was the two of you used to have. Then when you moved cities away to the Third Division, he promised he'd visit and he sent you letters almost every day. To be honest, you hid his letters when Hoshina did his rounds. He knew you had a man, but he didn't have to know just how active this man was in your life. For all he knew, your boyfriend might've forgotten about you.

Your boyfriend didn't understand you the way Hoshina did. He didn't understand the thrill you got when you sliced down a kaiju after months of training trying to perfect a single move. He didn't understand the sense of success and accomplishment you felt when your combat power was read off to you, having significantly increased what it was last. In fact, your boyfriend had seen you fall off a bicycle once when you were younger and never ride one again. But when you were with Hoshina, you could ride on the back of his motorcycle with ease as long as you could hold tight to him. And he let you hold as tight as you liked. After all, for all he knew, your boyfriend might've forgotten about you.

Sometimes you wish your boyfriend would forget about you. It drove you crazy that all he could seem to talk about in his letters were memories the two of you made when you were younger. He had nothing to say about the you that you were now. He'd done his best to ignore it. "My girlfriend is off doing some cute girl shit, like modeling or something," you were sure that's what he was telling all the people in your little neighborhood. Fuck, if he could see you now he'd shit himself. He always promised to visit but he never did, couldn't quite bring himself to see what you'd become. You'd become strong. You'd become independent (save for craving a certain vice captain). Really, he didn't even know you anymore. The only person who truly, truly knew you was Hoshina.

And the more you knew him, the more you spent time with him, you'd become convinced you were the only one for him too. No one else could go from laughing with him over something stupid to brawling with him to flirting with him in a matter of minutes.

A strong man with a sense of humor? Recipe for disaster. You could see yourself cooking with him in the kitchen one minute and him bending you over the kitchen counter the next. He was too dangerous to be letting him roam free in your mind. The things you wanted to do to him and wanted him to do to you- they occupied more time in your mind than you wished.

So now, when you hear Hoshina knocking at your door, you think he might just be here to make all your wildest fantasies come true. He's not. He's here to bring your boyfriend who is finally visiting for the first time in months. You try to keep the disappointment from your face and you're not sure you've succeeded because Hoshina smirks. You're just sure Hoshina must've been sizing up your boyfriend the whole walk here, and now it looks like he's decided he's better. He's not wrong.

You give your boyfriend a small smile. "You're here...I can't believe it." You wonder if he can hear how fake you're being but he doesn't notice, he's too busy gaping at your short hair. "Wh-what did you do to your hair??" He demands.

You raise an eyebrow at him. It's been months since he's seen you and this is what he prioritizes? Shitting on your hair? You want to roll your eyes so bad. Hoshina watches, amused. He must know what you're thinking. He always does.

"Yeah, it was getting in my face all the time. This is easier for when I'm fighting." You say finally, hoping the logic in your explanation will end the conversation.

"You actually fight? I thought you were maybe like a secretary or something." He rubs the back of his head.

Hoshina scoffs, rapidly growing more annoyed with every word he speaks. "She fights and she fights well. What's the problem?"

Your boyfriend seems to be uncomfortable that Hoshina is defending you and stepping into what he thought was a private conversation. In fact, he thought Hoshina would've left by now and it's irking him that he's still here.

"No, you don't get it. She couldn't hurt a fly. Once, she fell off a bike and was so scared to ride a bike ever again." He protests, trying to have some sort of upper hand on Hoshina because he had more history with you.

Hoshina laughs, amused. "Look little lover boy- maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do, cuz she rides just fine on the back of my motorcycle. In fact, she rides just fine when she's the one driving it."

Your boyfriend's jaw drops and Hoshina smirks, crossing his arms as he waits for a response.

"Look, I appreciate the effort it took for you to come all the way out here, but you really shouldn't have come. I think you should go home, you belong there and I belong here. That's all there is to it so I think we're done here, I'm getting tired of this conversation." You say, hoping to bring a quick end to your boyfriend's surprise visit.

Clearly this is not the reaction your boyfriend expected you to have. He must have thought you'd beg him to stay the night or something. Protect you from the thunderstorm like some scared little girl or whatever.

He doesn't move from his spot.

"Pal, she said she's done. I think you oughta call it a night." Hoshina gestures for some soldiers walking by to escort him off base. You watch as your boyfriend is led away, shock still evident on his face. You sigh.

"You're a lifesaver, you know that?" You turn to Hoshina, surprised to find that his eyes are already trained on you, watching you carefully. "Got something to say?"

He smirks again. "That's some boyfriend of yours. I take it you're not too serious about him then."

You roll your eyes. "Was it that obvious?"

His eyes seem to change in an instant, like some sort of dam wall just broke open inside him. Like he's just been waiting for you to say that. He steps closer to you, backing you into your room a little. Your heart thuds in your chest.

"Hoshina...?"

He keeps walking towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He kicks the door closed with his foot and backs you into a wall.

"Hoshina." You repeat, but the word comes out weak. You know where this might be heading and you don't want to come off like you're protesting, because you're not. You're ready and you've been ready.

"Yes?" He places a hand on the wall beside you and nuzzles up against your neck. "What is it?"

You inhale sharply as you feel his breath caress your skin. You seem to forget everything you want to say. Did you even want to say anything? Or were you too focused on his lips? On his shirt that was a little too tight or the bulge in his pants that was a little too big.

"Nothing to say, love?"

You shake your head no as your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of him being so close to you. It's a better high than you could have imagined and you never want to come down.

He chuckles and the sound rumbles low in his throat, you feel you could get drunk on the sound. "You know, I think today has been a pretty productive day, wouldn't you say? I got to meet this boyfriend of yours and see how I stack up. I'd say I've got the edge, wouldn't you?" He starts to kiss up your neck.

You let out a whine and his breath hitches in his throat at the sound.

"Fuck, you make the most delicious noises. I knew you would." His voice is almost a growl, his words coming out rough and hungry.

He grips your hips, massaging at your underwear line with his fingers. He starts to nibble on your ear then he moves down to suck at your neck again, then your collarbone. His hips begin to rock up against yours.

You finally find your voice amidst the haze that's clouding your mind. "Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to fuck me, Vice Captain?"

His head snaps up suddenly so he's eye to eye with you. "Well goddamn. Feisty little thing, aren't you? Fucking turns me on." Then, without another word, he brings his lips colliding with yours, devouring you with a bottomless hunger.

You push back against his lips with an equal intensity. He forces his tongue into your mouth and you moan against it, causing him to grip your hips tighter as he continues grinding into you.

He pulls away just slightly and you think you'll finally be able to catch your breath but then he murmurs against your lips, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't remember you ever had a boyfriend," and you suddenly forget how to breathe.

Then he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, making his way to your bed. To say he sets you on the bed would be putting it too lightly. He slams you down on the mattress and yanks at your pants with his teeth, dragging them down the length of you.

You groan, surprised by his force but liking it all the same. He exhales heavily, pleased by the sounds escaping your lips.

For a moment, time stops as he towers over you, just enjoying the pretty picture of you spread out beneath him. Then you start to slip your fingers below your underwear and his hand shoots out, stopping you from touching yourself.

"Absolutely not. No one's allowed to make you wet but me. Not you, and certainly not your dumbass boyfriend. I'm going to make you forget what it feels like to be with anyone else but me."

"Actually we... we never... had sex. It's my... first time." You mumble, flushing a little at the confession.

He throws his head back, sucking in a breath. "Fuck. You mean to tell me I get to be the first one to ruin that gorgeous fucking cunt of yours? You just made my night." And with that, he rips off your underwear and plunges two fingers deep inside you. You gasp at the sudden sensation but then your eyes roll back as you savor the feeling. You can't help but arch your hips into him, forcing him deeper. He smirks at your eagerness and curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. Your eyes widen and you wrap a hand around his wrist in protest.

"N-not yet, I don't want to c-come yet." You plead as he continues to rapidly finger fuck your clenching walls.

"Baby we have all night, I plan to make you come more than once. In fact, I plan on making you unable to even walk by the time I'm done with you, how's that sound? Besides, I'm the Vice Captain, I'm sure I could excuse you from training tomorrow and who knows, maybe we could even continue this then."

His fingers drill into you so vigorously you think they might bruise your aching pussy. Then, after a long hard attempt (it wasn't that long) at holding back, you finally give in and squirt all over his fingers, moans growing louder and louder as you climax.

He groans just watching you, palming his throbbing erection as you spill your sweetness all over him. Then he can't take it anymore, he decides he needs to taste you so he bends down to lap up the slick that's lining your sensitive slit. You whimper in return and it edges him on, causing him to lick at you more ravenously. He sucks on your clit and the feeling sends sparks shooting through you.

"I w-wonder if your dick feels as good as I imagine it does when I touch myself." You choke out, eager to know what your words will do to him. He hisses and pulls away from you, yanking his pants down to free his bulging cock.

"You're about to find out, babygirl."

He positions himself over you and drags his member up and down your entrance, coating it in your arousal before sharply thrusting it inside you. You bite back a scream as he continues slamming into you viciously, not allowing you any respite.

You groan at how desperately he's fucking you. "I see you've been dreaming of this too."

"You. Have. No. Fucking. Idea." His words are breathy and scattered as he digs his fingers deeper into your hips, steadying himself. "Those perky lil tits of yours, that tight dripping pussy, that luscious ass, I need em all." On cue, he reaches up to squeeze your breast, running this thumb across your peaked nipple.

"I'm yours. I'm all yours...Soshiro."

His eyes widen at you calling him by his first name for the first time. "Damn right you are baby. Damn right."

His breathing starts to get more erratic as you clench around him, sighing as he flicks his finger at your nipple with more urgency. The heat in between your legs starts to build until it's almost painful how badly you need to come. You're teetering on the edge and you're so incredibly desperate to orgasm.

"I need you to fill me up... Soshiro. I need it so bad."

His hips start to tremble at your words and he pounds into you more violently as his answer. Then he starts to shudder as one final thrust sends his cum spurting into your depths. You groan with him as you finally find your release, the feeling of him pumping his desire into you having overloaded your senses.

The two of you lay there panting against one another for a moment and then he starts to laugh. You give him a puzzled look.

"It seems your boyfriend position is vacant now, or soon to be, mind if I take the spot?" He grins devilishly.

What a cheeky bastard.

You accept, of course.

[17020]

Soshiro Hoshina always thought of himself as an intermediary, forever fulfilling the duty of carving a path for someone else. When he found someone who was the one to love him for him—even offering a hand when he needed it most, he was estranged, yet ecstatic.

Which is why he found himself in the passenger seat of one of the JAKDF vans, his hand laying comfortably on top of yours as you grab the stick shift to switch gears.

His whole body is thrown back from the force, his head now leaning on the headrest. You mumble an apology, to which he simply chuckles and nods. The fact that you do your best to care for him makes up for the abrupt stops and fast paced turns.

“Soshi, m’dear, why don’t you drive?” you ask, to which he smiles. He’s utterly smitten with the way in which his dialect has now become part of your vocabulary.

“Well, angel, I just like the way ya drive” he shrugs. Your foot presses the accelerator even more, as Hoshina’s hand makes itself comfortable on top of your thigh.

“Even if i drive like a madman?”

He laughs, “That’s the best part of it, sweetheart. You’re savin’ me a lotta trouble.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s comment, the van thumping as it drove past a pothole. Your boyfriend’s laugh gets even louder as you swerve the wheel a tad too late.

“You find joy in my misery, Hoshina?”

“What? Ya talking to yourself, now?” he asks, noticing the way your body stiffens at his implications. “I find joy in your driving, m’dear.”

“Yeah, yeah” you shrug, “just say you wanna be babied, you princess.”

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[miyukisu]

Mega Masterlist .ᐟ ❤︎ | Temporary collection of all my works arranged by fandom (will organize it better once there's more content)

N/SFW content is marked with !!!

╰ kinktober '24 masterlist | count : 21

HEADCANONS

Awaken, My Love - Multiple !!! ╰ Ever since you two got together, he discovered some of the things that he's actually really really into

NSFW Alphabet Karasu Tabito Edition !!!

NSFW Alphabet Sae Itoshi Edition !!!

DRABBLES

Kaiser picks off food on your plate sometimes - Michael Kaiser

Biting Karasu's Biceps - Karasu Tabito

ONE SHOTS

Take a Bite, Chew Me Up - Shidou Ryusei !!! ╰ making bets about aphrodisiacs working or not (2.7k wc)

Between Me and You - Michael Kaiser !!! ╰ While your other friends are enjoying themselves on your little camping trip, you and Kaiser were secretly fucking around (3k wc)

If You're Down, Boy - Karasu Tabito !!! ╰ Karasu thinks you've got quite a mouth on you—time for him to show you what he can do with his too and make you shut up (3k wc)

Breakfast in Bed - Sae Itoshi !!!╰ Trouble in paradise? Well, Sae has an early morning treat for you to fix that (2.5k wc)

ONE SHOTS

Need Your Lips On Mine - Dazai Osamu !!! ╰ You'd think he'd be more enthusiastic to get his hands on you because of the whole 'secret relationship' thing, but maybe it's time to turn the tables (2.3k wc)

ONE SHOTS

Better Bite the Bullet - Iwaizumi Hajime !!! ╰ He's just trying to be a good best friend by teaching you a useful skill in life... blowjobs (2k wc)

ONE SHOTS

All Over Me - Toji Fushiguro !!! ╰ Amidst the cruelty of the world, he's your therapy

There Ain't No Man Like You - Toji Fushiguro !!! ╰ People normally talk it out when they have a feud with someone, but you two? You decide to bury the hatchet by showering together (2.2k wc)

Getting Hot in Here - Sukuna Ryomen !!! ╰ things get hot 'n' heavy in the sauna (1.3k wc)

Talk Like That - Hiromi Higuruma !!! ╰ Who would have thought that your quiet and stoic boss had such a dirty side to him? (2.7 wc)

Took Me For a Ride - Geto Suguru !!! ╰ It's raining pretty hard outside—good thing there are more ways than one when it comes to warming yourselves up... (1.6k wc)

ONE SHOTS

On Camera - Narumi Gen !!! ╰ You just love teasing your best friend—even better now that he's frustrated and can only see you through a screen (2.1 wc)

I Might Bite - Hoshina Soshiro !!! ╰ 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)

DRABBLES

Making Lucifer some Hell's Coffee... - Lucifer

Older Boyfriend Thoughts - 1 !!!

Older Boyfriend Thoughts - 2 !!!

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[lumiambrose]

✰ you know i want you

featuring: soshiro hoshina x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[totallybakedcake]

Teaser

Kissing them and running away

Leno/ Reno

You chuckled as Reno got dressed and prepared to go to Kafka's birthday. He was clumsily wearing his suit. Dropping things here and there, checking himself in the mirror, and trying to be confident. It was hilarious. Suddenly, you had a fun idea.

As Reno was putting his shoes on, you ran towards him and tackled him in a hug. He smiled, pulling you deeper into his embrace. "Name. I will be back soon. Do your best in training." He stroked your hair as he patted your back and pulled away.

"I will, but first this." Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss. Sliding your tongue effortlessly in his mouth as he had no time to react to your tease.

In a second, you pulled away, wiping off the trail of saliva on your mouth as you ran away, speaking, "I will do better in training now! Love ya"

Reno was flabbergasted with your move. His entire face was practically a tomato. "Name, I will get you back for this." He thought to himself as he walked away, still a flushed mess.

Hoshina

Hoshina is the definition of a boyfriend who is different outside and inside. You somewhat understood his professionalism, but sometimes it got on your nerves. He never even gave you a peck on the lips or cheek before a mission, always stayed away from you when in the defense force, and heck, even slaps your hand away when you even try to hold it when you both are outside the building returning home. Whenever you both are at home, he does not leave you alone and makes you flustered every single time.

It was time for revenge on him.

You pulled Kafka and Leno to the side. Clearing your throat and trying to muster up a serious voice, you spoke. "Since you two are the newbies in my platoon and are quite shy, I need your help."

Kafka and Leno side-eyed themselves, preparing for the worst as you said your plan.

They were blushing, to say the least; sweat trickled down their foreheads, but they knew they couldn't decline you as their platoon leader.

You walked to Hoshina, trying to cover the smirk that was already threatening to come out. It is the time Hoshina would train with the others, train himself as well, and later present something to the higher-ups, and you would visit the fourth division.

Perfect timing

"Hoshina fuk-taicho!" Speaking in a low tone, Soshiro looked at you with a confused look. "Wha-" You suddenly pulled him close, kissing him with passion. You licked his lips before quickly sliding your tongue in. Letting him taste the cake you had eaten before.

Soshiro's eyes were wide open, and his body didn't even move an inch. Just as you pulled away, he was back on Earth. Desperately wiping off the saliva as you ran up to Kafka and Leno speaking.

"Kafka, this is how you will kiss Captain Ashiro in the future, and Leno, this is how you will kiss your future girlfriend. Thanks!" Kafka covered his face in guilt as Leno fell to his knees. They looked at Soshiro, who was dazzled by the strong and passionate kiss. His face had just a shocked look as the tips of his ears were red as he took urgent steps, wanting to delete that CCTV footage.

I swear in God's name. You will be punished.

Gen

Gen. Narumi being told to be an arrogant captain and a terrible patner was a big fat lie. He is the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for. One of his funny traits is that sometimes he is the most flustered person ever when you pull a stunt on him that catches him off guard.

Today was when you pulled another stunt on the Narumi Gen.

"Ah, name, do you know I have to go to a boring ass meeting with all the captains and others even though we have nothing important to talk about? Geez, I feel bad there." Gen spoke in a complaining tone. You knew you had to do something about that.

Narumi was buckling up, wearing his uniform, applying his perfume, and wearing what he wears. It was time to do it.

"Gen~" That awfully sweet voice came out as Narumi turned around and looked at you normally. "Huh?"

You ran towards him and crashed your lips on his. You cupped his face as you explored through his mouth at a quick pace. Gen just let you do your thing. He tried to cup your face, but you pulled away, dashing towards the door and screaming, "Hopefully this cheers you up!"

"What." Narumi was just left there dumbfounded; he felt upset that he wasn't fast enough to react, pull you away, or pull you closer, like his mind had a short circuit.

Bonus-

Everyone in the meeting room was shocked to see Gen. Narumi without games or even speaking. Just sitting there, lost in thoughts and all serious.

"Commander Narumi?" Everyone called out to him, concerned that they were starting to take over.

"Narumi, what happened? You don't seem normal, if that's how to put it."

"Oh, nothing. I am just planning revenge on someone, nothing else. Continue."

It was the first time people saw a different side of Narumi Gen.

Reno

"Name?" Hoshina and Ashiro called out to you. They walked towards you with a troubled look. "Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?"

"Are you okay, Name?" Hoshina spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder as he looked at you from head to toe. "Your heart rate is pretty uneven today, shooting up to 152 and even higher. That never happens, even in tougher training."

You couldn't hold it, but a laugh escaped your lips. "I am very sorry. There is something I have many feelings about and can't stop thinking about. I will be more careful next time. See you tomorrow, Captain and Vice Captain!"

"Captain, I am sorry to say this, but sometimes she makes me scared." "Don't worry, Hoshina, me too."

Sorry for the late upload I am getting so stressed with everything and blah blah. Got to write 10 more stories/fics and even more so if anyone wants Kafka, Mina, Haruichi , Iharu and Isao. Wait some more for part 2! Hopefully this post ain't too bad and THANKS A BUNCH! for 1k likes, I really didn't expect it would happen so soon thank you!