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Soshiro paces his room and thinks through his arsenal of excuses. He’s in some pretty deep shit which, admittedly, just so happened to be the consequences of his own actions. Did he disobey Captain Ashiro’s orders and engage in combat with a honju? Yes. But did he save the lives of three of their officers? Also yes.
…Did he also damage over five million yen’s worth of equipment in the process? Okay, fine. Yes. He did that. But the lives he saved should outweigh the cost.
He sighs and sits at the edge of his bed, the weight of his head in his hands. He has to leave to meet Captain Ashiro in her office in a little under an hour if he wants to be there early. The last he’d seen her, she looked furious. At him. He can’t remember a time in all his years serving under her when she’d looked at him that way.
Man, he really fucked this one up.
A knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts. Surely he isn’t being escorted to her office? What is this, a prison sentencing?
“Come in.”
The door opens slowly and Captain Ashiro herself enters the room.
To say that Soshiro is taken by surprise is an understatement. Nonetheless, he salutes her while also attempting to diffuse whatever situation brought her to him, instead of the other way around. She’s beautiful, the dark strands of her hair framing delicate cheekbones as her bangs partially cover one eye. Hoshina wonders what her hair would feel like against his skin, the soft strands trailing like silk over his collar bone and down his chest until– “Oh? I didn't think you hand delivered punishments, Captain.”
She doesn't laugh, or even crack a smile, not that he expects her to. The last time he saw her, she gave him a look that could have and should have killed him, and there's no reason to believe that her rage has subsided. Only expertly masked.
“I'm not here on official business,” she says in her standard, official tone, which isn’t confusing at all. She’s never been inside his room before, has never even loitered in the same hallway, so perhaps there is some truth to her words. There’s a slight flush, high on her cheekbones and barely visible, the only thing betraying her usual strict and proper persona. Presumably from anger. Soshiro can't stop staring at it.
“I came to check on you.”
He relaxes his stance and hangs his hands on his hips, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. “Captain, I didn’t take you for the type to play with your food.”
Nah, she doesn’t like that one, it's wrong and they both know it. And she hates having her actions be mocked or belittled. Perhaps Soshiro's nerves over this situation are influencing him more than he thought. He's about to open his mouth to apologize when-
“Hoshina.” Her voice is stern and it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. Soshiro tries not to let it show.
“Yes, Captain?” Soshiro cowers back a little, an attempt to show submission. She raises an eyebrow, her mouth a flat line.
“What is my word to you?”
“Pardon?”
“My word. What does it mean to you?”
His eyes widen. Has she been questioning his loyalty to her? After all this time?
“Everything, Captain. Your word means everything to me. I apologize for my insubordination, truly.” He salutes her then bends at the waist in a bow. When he looks back up at her, she blinks. A somewhat uncertain look crossing her features. Like she's unsure if she should say what's on her mind.
“Captain…?”
She sighs then straightens, her jaw set. Resigning herself into her rank - the only place he’s ever known her to be truly comfortable. When she reaches out, delicate finger tips ghosting over his skin as she takes his chin firmly in her grip and tilts his face towards her, his heart screeches to a halt in his chest before starting back up again in overdrive. He’s still bent at the waist, looking up at her as she stares down at him, her lips curving ever so slightly at the corners as she tugs him back to standing. The afternoon light spilling through the window catches in her hair, scattering gold though the midnight strands, and Hoshina almost misses what comes next, so distracted by the visage in front of him.
Mina points to his bed with one hand, still firmly gripping his face with her other. “On your knees. Pants down. Ass up.”
…
Huh?
Is he hearing her correctly?
Nothing on her face belies her command.
“I- Captain, can you-”
“I will not repeat myself.”
The faint smile that he thought he saw a moment ago is gone, making him question if it ever existed to begin with. Her face is unmoving, set in its usual sternness that she typically reserves for officers she doesn’t know well, which is most of them. But not him. Never him. Heat rushes to his face but there’s a skip in his chest that he recognizes all too well. Now’s not the time to be excited, yet somehow certain parts of him have yet to receive the memo. Without realizing, and without permission, his hand moves to his belt and begins unbuckling it.
“I- Yes, ma’am.”
He turns, breaking out of her grip, and gets ready to assume position on his bed as he starts to pull his pants down. Barely an inch down his waist.
“Hoshina, stop!”
He freezes, refusing to look at her. There’s something frantic in her voice and realization dawns on him.
She was joking.
And he fucking fell for it.
“I-I’m so sorry,” she stutters. So unlike her to be this nervous around him. At least they have that in common right now. “The others were teasing… Narumi said… They all said you would do it if I asked you to. I told them they were crazy. I’m… I misjudged the depths of your loyalty and I was completely out of line. I apologize.”
He pulls his pants back up so quickly that he almost snaps his wrists in the process. His hands shake as they fumble with his belt. Is that how everyone sees him? How she sees him? “Cripes, you really had me sweatin’ with that one, Captain.” Soshiro’s nerves laugh on his behalf, such an awkward sound, deepening the hue of his already crimson face. Why won’t this fucking belt buckle? “Real embarrassin’, this time around. Ya looked so serious, I didn’t even question it - ha ha!”
Humiliation makes it difficult for him to cover up his accent, his professional mask slipping away with each passing moment. When he’s properly dressed once more, he turns to face her, but keeps his gaze trained on her boots. No way can he look her in the eye. Not now. Maybe not for a while.
“Hoshina…” she starts, but he stupidly cuts her off.
“Man, the others are gonna have a field day when they hear about this,” he says, attempting a chuckle. It doesn’t work. God, has it always been so fucking hot in here? He could probably cook an egg on his face. “Is it hot in here? I should really turn the fan on, ‘scuse me.” He moves towards the fan on the other side of his bed, not even plugged in. “Sorry ‘bout that, I’ll fix th-”
He trips. A patch of his blanket pooled on the floor sliding under his foot, his hands and knees slamming on the floor. And if he looks close enough, he can see the individual shards of his dignity scattered alongside him.
Mina rushes to his side, kneeling, hands outstretched, yet so, so careful not to touch him. “Are you okay?”
Soshiro scrambles to his feet, swallowing his humiliation like bitter cough syrup. “Ha! Well, ya asked for ass up, didn’t ya? I suppose even in my blunders, I’m still driven to follow your orders.” Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. Idiot!
“Oh?”
He’s already plugging the fan in and tinkering with the settings, anything to put space between them. Besides, he knows where this is going.
“Did you follow my orders two nights ago?”
Aaaaand there it is. Already, the flurry in his mind begins to clear. He doesn’t even bother turning on the fan. Her sudden icy demeanor chills the room enough.
“With all due respect, Captain, I saved three lives.”
“And almost lost your own in the process,” she snaps, finally rising from the floor. If he looks at her, he knows he’ll see that same fury he saw before, the one he swore never to see again. Luckily for him, he’s still not looking at her. “Hoshina, what you did was heroic, and I give you my deepest gratitude for saving those officers. But I was about to intervene myself. Need I remind you that it is not your place to recklessly put your life on the line?”
“But it’s yours?” he mutters under his breath, which is probably the second dumbest thing he’s done in the past five minutes.
“Excuse me?”
He bows his head. “Nothin’, Captain. My apologies, Captain.”
“No, what did you say?” From the corner of his eye, he can see her cross her arms over her chest. “Tell me.”
Soshiro’s palm meets his face, his gaze not quite meeting hers in the space between his fingers. “You really are too cruel, Captain Ashiro. Ya know that? Have I not been punished enough?”
Her stance softens. And then, without warning-
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Hah?”
She points to the bed. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“Captain,” he starts, the heat returning to his face. She can’t be fucking serious. “Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice?” He already has enough shame to go around.
“I’m not ordering. I’m requesting.” Her voice is achingly gentle. She walks over to him, now face to face, and cups his cheek in the softness of her hand. So soft, so, so soft. “You can say no. But before… Well. You looked like you really wanted to follow through.” There’s a faint blush, dusted high over her cheekbones as she speaks, which is consuming all of Soshiro’s focus. “And I’ll admit that I wanted that as well.”
Is it possible for the human brain to short circuit? To have sudden auditory hallucinations? Or is she really, truly, unironically asking if she can spank him? On base? In broad daylight? In this economy?
Maybe he actually died on that last mission. Maybe he’s been in heaven this entire time.
Mina’s thumb strokes his cheek and he feels himself nod before processing what he’s just agreed to. He doesn’t want to think about how, even if he had taken the time to think it through, he still would have said yes.
She leads him back to his bed, a doting shepherd and her starry eyed sheep. He wants to kiss her, to taste her, to lose himself in the person he trusts most. But that’s not what he’s just signed up for.
The look on his face must have given him away because she smirks at him and runs her thumb along his bottom lip. “Don’t worry, Hoshina. We’ll have plenty of time for that after.”
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
Soshiro undoes his belt for the second time today and pauses with his hands at the band of his pants. Unsure, he turns to look her in the eye for the first time since she’s arrived. She nods expectantly before refocusing her gaze somewhere between his legs.
Ah, there’s that flutter of excitement again. Soshiro has never particularly gone out of his way to hide his feelings for his Captain, but he also never advertised them either. If she’s ever had her suspicions about him, then soon she’ll know for sure.
He turns away from her as his pants fall to the floor, leaving him only in his briefs. Had he known how today would pan out, he would have worn something with a bit more sex appeal, but alas, these are the cards he’s been dealt - a handful of jokers.
Soshiro crawls on the bed - head down, ass up - and waits, the heat on his face spreading all over and making him wish he turned the fan on when he had the chance.
Mina hums, almost disapprovingly, and Soshiro tries not to drop dead on the spot. Surely she can’t already be turned off by what she sees?
But no. Instead:
“Sorry, when I said ‘pants down,’ I meant these, too.”
And then she just… pulls his briefs down to his knees in one swift movement and, without an ounce of hesitation, exposing his bare ass to the elements. He barely felt her finger tips brush against his hips on the way down.
Soshiro quickly clamps his legs shut in an attempt to keep some things private, though he wonders how long that will last.
“Oh, come now. Don’t be like that, Hoshina.” He can almost hear a smile in her voice. If he had any dignity left, he would turn around to check, but he doesn’t, so he won’t. “Is this really the time to be modest?”
“Yer one to talk, Captain!” He buries his face into the sheets and tries not to feel the intensity of her gaze on him. If he thinks too much about it - about her eyes raking over his exposed skin, seeing him in a way no one else has - his excitement will become that much harder to hide.
She hums, whether it be in agreement or otherwise, he’ll never be sure. “You know, this is a good look for you.”
He can feel the heat start to ripple in his core. “Is that a compliment?”
“It's intended to be.” She lays her hand on his ass and he can feel every inch of him responding to her touch. “Are you ready?”
Soshiro nods. And then she begins, lightly at first, but then growing in intensity.
Smack!
He bites down on his bottom lip and tries to keep his breathing even. It’s a failed attempt, but he likes to think he gets points for trying. Mina doesn’t seem to be interested in giving him any credit, though, since her hand coming down on him gets harder and harder until he’s lurching forward, his dick rubbing against the mattress as it grows hot and wet between his legs from the overwhelmingly addictive sting.
And then she lands a hit just a little lower down, in the sweet spot where his thighs and ass meet.
Smack!
“A-ah!”
…
Fuck.
Fuck.
He cannot believe he just allowed that sound to escape from his mouth. And clearly Mina can’t either.
“Is this… okay?”
Soshiro nods again, shifting his body so it’s just a little closer to her, his ass sticking out just a little bit more. Such a desperate, needy pleasure that he’s never felt before, but now that he’s tasted it, he’s not sure if he’ll ever have enough.
She makes note of his movements and runs her fingers along his skin - so sensitive, so, so sensitive - while her other hand holds him in place along his lower back. She lays another slap on him that reverberates through his bones and he can’t stop the pants from coming out.
He likes it more than he thought he would. There’s pleasure in the pain and he’s not sure if that’s just how he’s naturally hardwired, or if it’s because Mina’s the one inflicting it. He’s also not sure how to unpack this revelation, so he simply won’t. Not right now, maybe not ever.
Another slap lands on his ass and he instinctively tightens his grip on the sheets. He can’t believe this is happening, but he also can’t believe it hasn’t happened sooner. Something about it feels right, like he’s been waiting for her to seize him like this, to claim him and take control in every way he has to offer. He wonders briefly about what Mina is thinking about when she sees him in this position, but he shuts that train of thought down almost as soon as it arrives. His pride can’t handle that right now.
The way his humiliation mingles with hot blooded desire stirs something primal in his core. He yearns to spread himself as far apart as he can for her, to allow her into his most intimate spaces, and to let her do whatever she pleases to him. It’s overwhelming. Intoxicating. He trusts her with his vulnerability, his submission, his very self, and when she brings down another slap against his sensitive skin, he moans her name.
Her given name. The first time he’s ever uttered it aloud in her presence.
“Mina…!”
She brings down another hit like a clap of thunder, his body thrusting forward into the sheets, and she follows it by rubbing gentle circles into his skin with her thumb.
“Oh? Is that how you address a superior officer?” She laughs, light and bubbly and unlike anything he's ever heard before. From her, from anyone. A gentle breeze on a hot summer’s day, a ray of light in the infinite dark. “Well, I suppose I'll have to punish you for the informality as well.”
Soshiro squirms, his legs spreading with obvious intent.
“Oh my. Someone’s getting greedy,” she purrs, but her fingers move in that direction nonetheless. “You’re lucky I am the type to play with my food.”
Mina takes a firm hold of Soshiro’s hips and, in one fluid movement, flips him onto his back, his eyes wide and legs spread at her display of strength. Fully exposed, there's nothing left for him to hide.
He's drowning under her gaze, which starts at the base of his hardened cock and travels slowly up to its swollen, leaking tip. She bites down on her lower lip as she drinks all of him in, her eyes dark with a passion he's never seen from her before.
“You're beautiful, Hoshina.” Her voice is raw, trembling on each syllable in his name. Never taking her eyes off of his cock, she unbuttons her jacket and tosses it to the floor. Underneath, she’s wearing a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up past her forearms, the hem of her shirt tucked into her black pants.
“Y-you- Ah- You're-”
You're the beautiful one, is what he wishes he could say, but can't because she's unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a wine dark bra with black lace that has his face burning in utter mesmerization. He feels his jaw hanging open, his breaths stuttering out of him, but can’t bring himself to close it.
The muscles in her arms are well-defined from years of service in the Defense Force, the same arms she uses to save millions of lives each time she steps out onto the field, and Soshiro watches in awe as she uses those very arms to reach behind her back to unhook her bra. It falls down her torso and underneath are supple breasts with rosy peaked nipples staring down at him. He wants to burn this image behind his eyes so he’ll never forget the smoothness of her skin, the hills and valleys that make up her body, the way she looks down on him like a goddess about to strike. Soshiro wants to feel those nipples gently between his teeth, to savor their taste on his tongue, to draw out her pleasure like she’s drawn out his. “Fuck, you’re so- oh my God, I-”
Instead of allowing him to continue stuttering through a delayed compliment, she places a finger on his lips and suddenly he's frozen in place. “Silence.”
Hoshina Soshiro is nothing if not obedient.
~
Mina has always known that she was right to choose Hoshina as her second in command considering how well he follows orders. He remains silent, albeit not without effort, as she runs her hands along his inner thighs, her fingers tracing that “V” in the center where they meet.
This is not how she had planned this encounter, truth be told - she came here to apologize for being too stern with him on their last mission. While she still believes that she's in the right, that doesn't inherently mean that he was wrong to have done what he did. The thought of losing him so suddenly, with so much left unsaid, hit her harder than she was prepared for. But she processed, talked it out with friends, and realized things about herself and about Hoshina that she had been bottling up for years - things she's now ready to explore. She's here to talk.
So how she ended up stripping him bare and spanking his globe of an ass is anyone's guess. Not that Mina's complaining.
He's a breathtaking mess beneath her - heavy sighs hitching at her every touch, the slow rise and fall of his defined abs keeping pace with her rhythm, his legs spread wide and inviting. Hoshina's cock is hard and throbbing when she takes it in her palm, the head pinker than the forbidden fruit of scripture. Mina thinks she understands now why Adam and Eve would trade up their lives for something like this. Such a delicate and beautiful pink, soft to the touch and just as warm. She, too, would give up eternity for a single taste.
“Do you have anything?” she asks, looking around the room while making a pumping gesture with her other hand. It's not easy to take her eyes off of him, but it also won't be easy going forward without lube.
Hoshina gives a meek nod, his voice a perfect match. “B-bedside table. Back of the drawer.”
Mina finds it exactly as he says and wastes no time in squeezing a decent amount of the oil in her palm and warming it with her fingers.
“You know, Hoshina,” she starts as she rubs the slick lube between her hands. She can’t help but smirk. “You were quick to use my given name earlier, and you sounded pretty comfortable with it, too. Almost as if you say it often.”
Hoshina’s hands fly to cover his face, practically slapping himself. His words rush out of him like an untied balloon. “Not at all, Captain. I ain’t never dared to disrespect your rank like that.”
“Oh, really?” Mina leans closer in between his spread legs and gently slides two fingers up the shaft of his cock and back down again. His thighs tense up in response, arching his back ever so slightly. “So, you’ve never thought of me when you touch yourself? You haven’t said my name when no one else can hear you?”
He doesn’t respond, just bites down on his bottom lip like he’s desperately trying to hold back the answer from escaping, which tells Mina everything she needs to know.
“I see.” She presses a kiss into his thigh once, twice, before nipping his tender skin with her teeth and pulling a yelp out of him. “How about this,” she starts after trailing kisses from his thigh back up to his knee, kneading his other thigh with her oiled fingers. “Just for today, I’ll let you use my given name, since you’re already so inclined to say it.”
“But Captain-”
Smack!
It seems his thighs are just as sensitive as his ass - what good fortune. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Hoshina stumbles on his words, a series of sounds that sound nothing like the letter “M.”
Smack!
“Mina-!”
She smiles something sinister as a mix of pride and pleasure pools between her legs. It’s a foreign feeling to her, this overwhelming desire, a mix of curiosity and passion that overrides her common sense, but she will feed its flame until they are both consumed by it. Cupping his balls carefully in her palm, she strokes them with her thumb as if they’ll break at any given moment. And based on everything she knows about men, it’s not improbable. “Much better. Be sure not to make that mistake again… Soshiro.”
Hoshina grabs fitfuls of sheets and squeezes them tight at the sound of his name on her lips. Good. Now he knows how it feels.
His dick stands neglected and forgotten between them, a detail that is not lost on anyone, though Mina will admit that she enjoys watching him squirm, a needy mess beneath her. She supposes she should reward him for his patience.
She trails one finger up along the bulging vein on the underside of his cock slowly, pressing just a little harder to see the shift in his expression, before taking the whole thing in her hands. One hand she keeps firm at the base while the other is a tight entrance at the tip. Her skin glides smoothly along his, pumping his cock rhythmically as Hoshina’s sighs echo throughout the confined space of his bedroom.
Mina watches the way his muscles tighten and relax with each stroke, the way his body reacts when she touches something delicate, something vulnerable, and the sight of it sends shock waves through her each time.
She slows her pace just enough to get his attention, to catch his eyes on hers. They’re glassy, dream-like, but always attentive. Always watching her every movement, waiting on her next command. When she feels confident that his eyes won’t linger from her, she bends forward slowly, a playful smirk on her lips, until her head is firmly situated between his legs. Hoshina holds his breath as she leans in and presses a soft kiss on his tip. He bites down on his lip that’s already raw and rose red, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You’re cruel, ya know that?”
“Oh? Am I now?” Mina’s fingers play with his cock, stroking it down his shaft to his balls and then through his coarse dark hair. “I gave you a kiss and now I’m the bad guy? Seems unfair.”
“Nothin’ ‘bout this is fair,” he says, out of breath and flushed from neck to ears. His hips bely his words, grinding into her hands in such a needy display that she would spank him for it if he didn’t look so damn beautiful. “Our first kiss and it ain’t even proper.”
Mina smiles and presses another kiss to his leaking tip, his precum hot on her lips. “Be a good boy for me, Soshiro, and I’ll kiss you anywhere you want.”
His breath hitches as he nods, thighs as tense as they are tender as if he's trying to hold that position without falling apart.
There's an overwhelming sense of possession coursing through Mina at the sight of him, the feeling that he belongs to her and no one else tugging her lips into a smirk. She leans back down and takes the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and teasing at the slit. When Soshiro moans her name, she takes it as a sign to take more of him in, holding him steady at the base with one hand as her tongue explores his length, taking extra care to press into that vein that makes him shiver. With her other hand, she gently circles the rim of his hole with an oil-slick finger and listens to the sounds of his pleasure like a song she can't get out of her head.
“You should see yourself,” she sighs, massaging the rim of his hole in slow, teasing circles, encouraging the muscles to relax. “Should I keep going?” Hoshina nods and Mina slides her finger in slowly, about halfway, his inner walls clenching around her. It takes a few moments for his body to adjust to the intrusion, after which she gently pulls out. She circles the rim once more before pushing back in, deeper now, and repeating the process a few more times. Carefully, she stretches him out, adding another finger in and scissoring them, all the while savoring every gasp and moan her fingers and tongue drag out from his quivering lips.
When she slides a third finger in, Hoshina lets out a long, guttural moan from the back of his throat that sends oceans of heat between Mina’s legs. Luckily for him, she has always been the patient type. Pleasure is sweeter the longer you wait for it - a personal belief, one that she holds herself to. For now, she’ll let him off the hook, but only just this once. Though, that mostly has to do with the fact that they’re racing against the clock. If she could, Mina would drag this out all day long. Perhaps next time - and there will be a next time - she’ll do exactly that.
She gives him another moment to compose himself, tight muscles fluttering around her digits, before once again sliding them out. Once she deems him stretched enough, the real fun begins. Her fingers slip in and out with ease, gaining traction, as she slides his dick down her throat and back, tongue wrapping around him and sucking him up like a lollipop. His breath hitches, palms fisting the sheets as she strokes him, searching for that one sensitive gland that will undo him completely. Mina teases his tip with her tongue, keeping pace with the flow of his reactions. Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, her fingers press into him and curl to stroke the jackpot of nerves that send him spilling over the edge.
“Ahh- hah- Mina, Mina, fuck, I'm gonna, I'm-!”
His seed spills hot down her throat in waves, her hands shifting to grab his hips and hold him steady in her mouth. When he’s come down completely and a panting mess on the sheets, Mina plants one last kiss on his cock before crawling on top of him, touching her forehead to his.
“You’re stunning, Soshiro,” she purrs, pressing her lips to his once, twice, peppering him with kisses in abundance to make up for each slap to his rear. In between each kiss, she sighs praises into his skin and feels his body revitalize under her, his hands trailing up her back and clinging to her like a lifeline. “Beautiful, so beautiful,” she kisses onto his eyelids, his nose, the space where his eyelashes graze his skin. “So good for me.”
“Mina,” he murmurs in between kisses, his hands sliding down her back and exploring the sides of her chest, daring, yet still waiting for permission. She kisses him and teases his bottom lip with her teeth.
“No time for more, Vice-Captain,” she purrs. His eyes flutter open as he processes her words, the confusion written all over his face. “We have a meeting to get to and you are in desperate need of a shower.”
Soshiro leans his head back against the mattress and covers his face with his arm. His face is a brilliant shade of rose with beads of sweat dotting his skin like morning dew. “Forgot about that.”
“Luckily for you,” she says, rising from the bed. “You have a captain that will put in a good word for you. I’ll try to keep your punishment light as far as the Defense Force is concerned. However, from here on out, I will be taking these matters into my own hands, separate from the top brass.”
Hoshina smirks in his dizzied state. “Promise?”
Mina picks her bra up and fastens it back on over her chest, earning a small frown from Hoshina. Later on, once this ridiculous meeting concludes, he will be held accountable for her tender, peaked nipples and soaked-through panties as though his life depends on it. She will see to that. “Wait and see. Until then, you’ll just have to take me at my word.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles softly, hopefully. For him, it’s a possibility, but for her, it’s a promise. And Ashiro Mina keeps her promises.