kiwi .❀。• *

sfw

first off, wear whatever the fuck you want because he can fight

doesn’t matter to him if you’re taller, he’ll still buy you the tallest heels/boots u desire

that being said, he’s surprisingly territorial and likes to keep a hand at your waist at social events to ward off wandering eyes (not that he'll ever admit it)

naps are a MUST on his days off he’ll gladly waste the whole day with you in bed. he has to haul ass when he's on the field, so why bother doing anything but lay next to his love when he finally gets a break?

gives you shit about being too lazy to get your own water but will bring it to you anyways

hoshina is BIG on acts of service. he'll happily give you massages after a long day at work and let you rant through it

he's a rare specimen of man who will allow you to vent without offering solutions

saves all the doodles or drawings you do of him and admires them regularly

if you guys fight he’ll give you space, but will be at your door with flowers the moment you’re ready to talk

private but not secret relationship (but he’s real bad at hiding how lovesick he is and the third division teases him relentlessly lol)

on that note he didn’t want to bring you to work events but the division practically DEMANDED to meet who had hoshina smiling at his phone all day

hoshina isn’t the type to have over the top displays of affection, it’s more subtle signs like buying refills of skincare products when you’re running low or turning off his alarm right before it goes off so it doesn’t wake you

definitely matches your energy when it comes to being clean/neat

not one to give you many pecks, but rather deliberate, deep kisses

his favorite part of you is your eyes that remind him of the lush forests he used to train in (and your ass but he’ll never say it)

in terms of how the relationship starts, I can see hoshina being the one who shows interest first. considering how you picky you can be with people, he’ll be doing the absolute most just to get you to smile

but once you start to reciprocate, you notice that he seems to keep you at an arm’s distance

it’s damn near impossible for you to get him to open up at first especially considering you’re a civilian. he’s terrified of hurting someone by getting too close to them considering the danger of his occupation 

but once you finally do he’ll never let you go

nsfw

hoshina doesn't seem like someone who has a constantly high libido, but he'll make it real clear when he wants you

i mean, it's kind of hard to ignore when his purple irises, which rarely make an appearance, are boring holes into the fabric covering your skin

he has an unhealthy obsession with marking you whether that be through leaving his signature canine marks across your neck, or peppering bruises down your chest (your collars are always stained with concealer as a result)

besides his cock hammering through you, he has to have another portion of his body touching yours so sometimes it’s gentle hand holding or gripping your hips like a damn vice

feeling tired? don’t worry about a thing, lay your head down and he’ll take care of any remaining tension 

the way his fingers work your insides is a dream and he’ll easily have you cumming in seconds

when he’s not feeling nice though he’s a fucking TEASE

just try being a brat in bed i dare you (he loves it when you act out though)

will deny your climax until you’re on the verge of tears and bucking your hips off the mattress just to meet his fingertips

he’ll give in eventually, but not until your voice is hoarse from begging

the orgasm you get from this torture seems to be worth it though seeing as it renders you nearly unconscious afterwards

teasing is NOT confined to the bedroom, but he’s not overtly crude about it in public

will rub circles in the small of your back and slowly trail his touches down a little too close to your ass 

or keeps a hand on your thigh at group dinners, but you notice his palm inches closer and closer towards your inner thigh, threatening to hike up your skirt past public indecency

remember how i said he loves your ass? yeah he’ll have you bent over every chance he gets, but i also see hoshina as a romantic that wants to finish seeing your (fucked out) face peering up at him

honestly doesn’t seem like the type to be easily riled up and take it out on rough sex, but if he can tell you want him to go a little harder? yeah you’re done for

maybe it’s because his job literally requires him to be astute to the smallest of changes on the battlefield, but it makes you feel like he can literally read your mind in bed

pinpointing your g-spot by the way your insides twitch slightly or pushing down accurately on where his tip protrudes your lower stomach is muscle memory to him at this point

overt dirty talk in bed

the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wondering how on earth he has such a pristine public image

quite frankly, he gets off on seeing you flustered by his crass words 

you forget how strong he is until he’s effortlessly wrapping his forearms below your thighs and hoisting you up against the wall to get a deeper angle

aftercare with hoshina? PEAK

the movie starts, and your eyes are glued to the screen, scared of the color it might bring to your cheeks if you were to give any attention to the pink-haired figure seated to the right of you. the sound of rin’s voice breaks your focus though, “shit, i forgot the popcorn.”

“how could you forget the popcorn?” you respond incredulously without acknowledging that you too had forgotten about it due to some distractions.

rin’s off to the kitchen, leaving only you and the source of those distractions. almost subconsciously your gaze drifts to his features, dimly lit by his small device. although rin resembled him greatly, sae had a more charismatic look. sharp jawline, tall nose bridge, and a permanently stoic expression.

you could never tell what he was thinking let alone feeling. the amount of times you’d seen sae smile had to be limited to the number of fingers on one hand. as he looked up to make eye contact with you however, you could’ve sworn an edge of his lip twitched upwards into what seemed like smirk before you too-quickly turned away.

you remember being attracted to sae from the moment rin introduced him, but it was usually easy enough to hide those feelings since sae was hardly around. but doing so with him positioned right next to you was a challenge you weren’t sure you could overcome.

rin’s return frees you from the thick tension and you’re shoveling popcorn in your mouth in an attempt to fill the pit growing in your stomach.

“hey! we need that to last til the end!” rin yanks the bowl away from you, earning a cold glare.

as the film starts again, the best friends are focused on the screen, completely unaware of the brother’s sinful intentions.

stray fingers approach your right thigh before resting on the inner portions. the touch has your breath hitching, but you don’t dare look away from the tv. 

sae’s thumbs are rubbing light circles as the rest of his fingers wrap tighter around your upper thigh. the ministrations send heat across your body, pooling especially beneath your cotton shorts. 

finally you look over to see sae’s still-expressionless features staring forward, giving not even the slightest hint of his actions. it’s unnerving how much of a mess he was making you while seeming completely unaware. 

the circles continue before his hand shifts upward, resting briefly at the hem of your waistband before dipping under it. the acts concealed under the light blanket made your heart race, and you prayed they stayed unknown to rin.

the first contact with your clit sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you catch the yelp that nearly escapes your throat. you try to mask it as an awkward cough, but the intensity of sae’s teal eyes tells you his orders: stay quiet.

another smirk ghosts sae’s face as he feels the pool of slick gathered at his fingertips. a few light touches and your body was already begging for him.

your mind goes into a haze as he begins circles again, this time around your sensitive bud. the plot of the movie was forgotten at this point, with all your attention consumed by the pleasure coursing through you. you’re biting your lip now in an effort to stay silent, teeth pressing down so hard that any more pressure would bring the taste of iron. 

“how are you guys liking it?” rin suddenly turns to ask, and panic fills you. you give a meek thumbs up, but before he could ask you more sae interjects. 

“it’s better than i expected, but the buildup was slow. by the time any action happened i was already half checked out” he says nonchalantly. it amazed you how he had any recollection of that movie that had been long lost on you. 

“well i heard it gets better” rin replied before turning away again, leaving you to finally be able to breathe. 

the relief isn’t long-lived though, as sae prods two digits at your entrance. your eyes widen at the prospect, but they enter without much resistance. the stretch has your head falling back which was thankfully not noticeable enough for the dark haired boy to notice. 

sae begins to pump slowly, the friction of his fingers dragging against your gummy walls in a way that renders you breathless. 

your loss of composure only encourages him though, and he’s moving with more intention, shaking the blanket slightly at the increased pace. you’re silently chanting curse words as the heat builds, and it’s not long before you’re overlooking the familiar edge. 

the clamping of your walls is a good enough indicator of the progress of your impending orgasm, so sae promptly pulls his digits out. you glare at him in protest of the emptiness, but he barely spares you a glance. it was still a little too early in the movie for him to finish up. 

instead he’s running his fingers achingly slow across your folds, and every time his fingers would catch at the entrance, he would glide past it again, sending a rush of disappointment. the mind-numbing cycle was almost enough for you to throw away your dignity and beg vocally.

before you could say anything though his fingers plunge into you again, this time curling to hit a gummy spot that has you seeing stars. your back is arching slightly against the leather, and sae’s relieved that his brother was still too occupied to notice the erotic expression plastered across your face. it should only be for him to see.

sae’s resting his palm against your clit now, pressing down to produce ecstasy-like friction. you squeeze your eyes shut as the wave finally crashes through you. the orgasm is so powerful, a small moan claws its way past your lips, but is thankfully concealed by a well-timed explosion on screen.

the rest of the movie was spent with you trying desperately to understand what you missed from the movie whilst simultaneously wishing away the color from your cheeks and the heat from your abdomen. sae, although seemingly collected, spent equally as much effort lowering the noticeable tent below his pants. 

as soon as the movie ended though, you’re met with another onslaught of problems: rin’s questions and your positively soiled shorts. 

“oh my gosh i totally forgot i have a meeting tomorrow at 8am” you scramble to make a believable excuse, “can we talk more about the movie on the way to my apartment?”

“actually let me drive you home” a cool voice cuts in, “i have to grab some groceries anyways.”

“...at near midnight?” rin responds in disbelief. 

sae insisted though, and you’re left promising to recap the movie the next day with rin as you entered the passenger seat.

rin reaches for his tablet before handing it to you, “so i took a look at your ideas and this is what i came up with, let me know what you think” 

it’s gorgeous. it wasn’t for no reason that he had become so well-known despite only entering the industry a few years back. the strokes were drawn with precision, and it encapsulated your vision so perfectly he might as well have read your mind.

“rin it’s perfect” you look at him in awe, and it sends a wave of heat to his face. 

he turns away to hide the unfamiliar pink color on his cheeks and murmurs a “thanks, it’s my job to.” he was usually nonchalant about his work, but something about your starry gaze made him lose composure.

you’re guided to his tattoo table and ordered to lay down, lifting your shirt to reveal your right rib that you intended to ink up. 

“this your first tat?” he asks, noticing the how bare your skin was. something impure crosses his mind thinking how he’d be the first one to leave a mark. 

“yup first one” you laugh nervously, “unless you count the failed stick and poke i did myself back in high school”  

your anecdote earns an amused scoff from rin, “don’t tell me you used pen ink?”

“yeah and an unsanitized sewing needle, too. the thing got so infected and left a nasty scar,” you replied, lifting your leg to reveal the raised skin on your ankle. 

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure this one stays” he’s approaching you now with the tattoo gun, “you’re in good hands here”

his words fill you with warmth, and you wonder why you were ever nervous in the first place.

you both settle into a comfortable silence, with only the slight buzz of the gun to be heard. the lack of conversation allows you to focus your thoughts to another subject: rin. 

the view of rin tapped into his artistic zone was comparable to the work he was currently imprinting on your body. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, lips pursed in concentration. piercing teal orbs would switch their gaze between the reference work and your skin, unnerved by any other environmental stimulus. 

another thing that caught your attention was the lack of tattoos he had on him considering his profession. many artists you knew of were covered and had no intention of hiding them, but you couldn’t spot a single spot of ink on rin. 

“is there something on my face?” he asks, still not sparing you a glance. 

“n-no. just didn’t know where else to look…” you stammer, embarrassed from being caught. you could’ve sworn his lips quirked upwards for a second, but he’s back to being expressionless within a blink. 

“well we’re about 75% finished here so let’s take a 10 minute break and then come back to it” he wipes off the excess ink and discards of his gloves. 

before he can retreat to his desk you ask, “so how do you and isagi know each other?”

“that bastard and i used to be rivals in high school soccer. he used to be real annoying you know, always talking about ‘devouring’ his opponents” he rolls his eyes, remembering old matches. 

“honestly not surprising. i remember he threw a fit when he lost our class’s dance dance revolution tournament,” you laugh reminiscing on your own college memories, “i don’t even know why he tried so hard the prize was a fucking $5 gift card to McDonald’s and he hated that place.”

“apparently gives him debilitating shits” you two finish in unison before bursting into laughter. rin’s laughter is rich and deep, and you try to ignore the shiver it sends down your spine. 

“so how are you unfortunately acquaintanced with isagi?” rin settles into a nearby seat, forgoing his intention to leave.

“we actually used to be coworkers at our college part-time job. and we were the only ones willing to do the night shifts so we got pretty close” 

rin chuckles, “you must be pretty patient to be able to spend so many hours alone with him.”

“oh trust me he definitely drove me insane. he’s a good friend though, and i got an appointment with you through him so i’m definitely thankful for that” you give a warm smile. 

“well, i guess i can thank isagi for introducing us too” he reciprocates your smile, which is quickly interrupted by his manager.

“my ears must be failing me because there’s no way rin is conversing with a customer for once.” 

the manager then looks to you and adds, “well i guess it makes sense that he would open up to a pretty thing like you”

the new presence instantly wipes the smile from rin’s face, and he retorts “what do you want otoya?”

“just wanted to let you know that i’m heading out. make sure to lock up when you’re done” he instructs. he’s about to leave before he turns to look at you again, “hey if rin doesn’t end up asking you out i’d be more than happy to-”

“LEAVE OTOYA”

otoya’s hands go up in surrender, but he makes sure to shoot you a wink before turning the corner. 

“well he is certainly um interesting” you laugh nervously, surprised at the scowl etched onto rin’s face. 

“if you’re interested in him i should warn you that he’s a serial cheater” he mutters, but it only envokes laughter from you. 

“trust me i can sense a sleaze from a mile away” 

your response softens his gaze a little and he signals for you to lay back down on the tattoo bed to start the final session. you couldn’t help but notice that now that you two were the only ones in the building, the space felt a little more intimate.

as the needle presses into you again, you find the pain to be a hundred times more unbearable as a result of your inflamed skin. 

the sensation has you forming tight fists, pressing crescent indents into your palm. and if that wasn’t enough your vocal cords started to betray you, with small whines escaping your lips. unbeknownst to you, those same noises are eating away at rin’s focus. blood is rushing to his head, and not the large one.

“you’re being so good for me, i’m almost done” he whispers in reassurance, rubbing his thumb lightly against your ribcage. his touch effectively distracts you from the pain, sending heat to your lower abdomen. 

it’s not much longer before he’s sitting back, announcing that the piece is finished, and encouraging you to sit up and look in the mirror. what’s reflected back at you leaves your mouth agape. 

“rin, it’s beautiful” 

“yeah, it really is” he agrees, although his gaze never once shifted away from your face.

after a few photos, he’s wrapping up the new ink and getting ready to send you out. as you’re packing up however, you notice a dark trail at the edge of rin’s sleeve. 

“what’s your tattoo of?” you ask, catching his attention. 

he ponders for a moment before replying, “do you want to see it?” 

you nod eagerly, expecting him to roll up his sleeve. however, he opts to discard of his top completely, revealing what could only be deemed as a masterpiece. between that and his incredibly toned body, you were mesmerized.

before your consciousness could stop your instincts, your hand is reaching out to trace over the ink. rin doesn’t stop you, though his skin is burning up from your light fingertips. 

“i drew it myself back when i was an apprentice. my boss at the time did it for me.” 

his voice snaps you back to reality and you quickly withdraw your hand, cheeks flushed. before you could issue an apology though, his own hands are wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back in towards his chest. 

“the things you do drive me fucking crazy” he mutters before colliding his lips into yours. the built up tension over the past few hours is cut so suddenly it leaves both of you desperate to get a taste. 

your hands wrap around rin’s neck, pressing yourself deeper into his warmth. his fingers are tugging at the underside of your shirt now, itching to feel more of your skin. 

he disconnects contact only for a moment to hoist you back up onto the tattoo bed again, lifting your shirt over your head soon after. 

“you’re perfection” he growls at the sight of you before diving into capture your beaded nipple between his lips. the other one isn’t neglected either, finding solace between his fingers, rolling back and forth. 

“a-ah. it’s sensitive rin” you whine at the sensation, which does nothing to halt his ministrations. 

“take them off.” he whispers against your skin, and you need no clarification to know what he means. you kick off your shorts, leaving only your panties stuck against your soaked core. 

rin peels them back, marveling at the slick gathered between your thighs. he quickly pushes you back until you’re rested against the bed, and aligns his fingers to your entrance, eager to be intruded. 

he doesn’t give you the satisfaction immediately however, circling slowly around where you needed him most.

“rin, please,” you beg, “need you inside”

and how could he deny such an earnest request? two fingers push into you at once with little resistance, but it has you rolling your eyes back, leaning further into the firm leather beneath you.

“looks like you need more” he smirked before a third finger made its entrance. a long drawn out rinnn from your lips has his cock painfully straining against his jeans, but he still remained relentless in his pace. 

his digits pumped with such vigor it was impossible to slow down the coil building in your abdomen. his lips attaching to your still-sensitive nipple is what makes you come undone though, and your back is arching against the bed as he’s muttering a, “that’s right, go ahead and cum for me”

with barely a second to recover, you’re ordered to go on your knees as he unzips his jeans to reveal a length you couldn’t fathom fitting within you. the way your mouth watered overrode any fear though and you lean forward to wrap your lips around his tip. 

his hand goes flying to your hair, coiling it around his fist tight. he guides you deeper, inch by inch until tears are pricking at the corner of your lashes. 

“come on baby, i know you can take more” he encourages, and you relax your throat to take an additional 1-2 inches. the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that ran through you hearing the gutteral moan that escaped rin’s lips. 

you built a rhythm going in and out, making sure to circle your tongue at his tip to feel the shudder that ran through him every time. your hair was still gripped between his fingers, so tight his knuckles were turning white. he was getting dangerously close to finishing, and as tempting as that was he wasn’t quite finished with you yet.

“that’s enough,” he orders, pulling you to your feet. before you could process the new emptiness, he’s flipped you around, pushing your chest forward into the leather bed. 

his guides his tip between your dripping folds, and then pushing once he felt the catch of your entrance. the stretch has you letting out a sigh, and it isn’t long before he’s pulling strings and strings of moans out of you.

one hand is firmly placed at your waist, pulling you against the snap of his own hips. the other is fondling your breasts again, addicted to the plush spilling against his fingers.

“more rin” you plead, and his fingers travel up to your throat, wrapping them tighter until you’re lightheaded. the feeling was intoxicating, clearing your mind of everything but the pleasure.

“so fucking good for me, taking it all” he groans, and his own mind is going to a haze at the squeezes your walls kept inflicting on him. he wouldn’t last much longer at this pace, and it would be such a shame not to cum to such a pretty face. 

he quickly pulls out of you, turning you over to face his piercing teal eyes. barely a second passes before he’s entering you again, thrusting with intensity that threatened the bed to tip over. 

“want you to fill me up” you moan, sensing that he was close. the request has him releasing any restraint he once held, painting your walls with strips of white. the sight of it leaking past your folds once he pulled out had his cock twitching in pride. 

the contrast between rin’s behavior within a span of but 2 minutes was stark, as he took a towel to gently wipe up the mess he left behind.

he places a kiss on your temple, “wait for me in the front ok?”, and turns to start clearing up his work station.

once you had finished trying to make yourself look like you hadn’t just been fucked silly, you waited for rin in the lobby to pay the cost of your tattoo. he simply shut off the register though, leaving you all the more confused. 

“wait i still need to pay the rest of-”

“the deposit was plenty,” he shrugs off your concern, “and if you want to tip…you can do it in the form of dinner next week.”