Ok guys, major nerd-out post here regarding Shiro's arm!
As a student in their 4th year of undergrad for a degree in prosthetics, I’m absolutely SMITTEN with Shiro’s bionic arm (and the guy it’s attached to, obviously). But as much as I adore all the art and fics, there are a few things that are driving me nuts that I’d like to share in a few points here, just for reference if anyone wants it. I’ve seen very few fanworks with a proper presentation of artificial limbs, so here goes!
#1. Under NO circumstances does anyone sleep with their prosthetic limb on.
You read that right: under NO circumstances! This also goes for taking a shower. It might look sexy until you get shocked with however many volts he’s got in that thing, But even if it’s waterproof, what is the purpose?? of having it in the shower? when your supposed to be washing the residual limb as well??
“But Wait!” I hear someone say. “Isn’t it implied that Shiro’s arm is permanently attached somehow, and he can’t or doesn’t know how to take it off?”
To answer your question, yes, it is implied. And I’m here to tell you how that is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE.
what about games, then? we have a HUUUUUUUGE ass variety of games, to be played alone, in groups, in competition or in collaboration: chance games (dices, roulette, certain card games, rock paper scissor), board games (from chess to monopoly to Colt Express and the Legends of Andor and Raise your Goblets and Patchwork and Snakes and Ladders), to videogames, to team games (soccer, rugby, basketball), to kids’ games (tag, the witch of colours ecc.), to roleplaying games, and many, many more.
Like, imagine aliens stumbling upon humans who’re into a very hard game of rock paper scissor: they’re waving their fists madly, making signs with the fingers and yelling to and at each other, and they declare a winner every three finger gestures. They are told “we’re playing, don’t you worry, we’re not going to kill each other”.
then they stumble upon a group having an extremely heated match of Uno, cursing each other as they drop +4 and +2 and dammit I just had declared Uno!!! again, they’re told “we’re playing, don’t you worry, we’re not going to kill each other”.
then they see chess, where there are only two people playing mainly in silence, their brows furrowed in concentration.
aliens are utterly confused. these two do not look like they are going to kill each other, what the hell??
Shu- The King of Laziness would want as little
movement as possible when he had you in his arms. The two of you would often
face each other, your noses and lips nearly touching, his hand in your hair. He
would leave you enough room to move your arms which you took great advantage
of. Your hand would find its way upward to trace the outline of his face. He
would watch you with a small smile as you did so, or if he was particularly
tired, he would hum as he relaxed into your touch. Sometimes though, you would
share hushed words whether they be loving or dirty is up to the both of you.
I wrote this for mainly two people @silhouetted-beauty and my best friend Ti. But I hope that I make a lot of girls happy with this one<3
“I hate him so much!” You complained flopping down on your
back, your sheets ruffling and flaring up around your body some corners draping
on your limbs as you looked up at the ceiling frowning.
“No, you don’t, you secretly wish he’d come in there and whisper
to you in his deep voice.” Your friend Destiny teased you with a small snicker
she could just imagine how red your face was getting from becoming flustered by
“HEY! Whose side are you on?!?” You whined softly as you
shut your eyes slamming one of your fists down on the bed.
“I’m on your side! Unless Hoseok puts you there first.” She
was howling in laughter at how you sputtered on the phone, trying to find words
but coming up short of them.
“I’m hanging up.” You sighed softly rolling your eyes.
“Listen, hey y/n it’s not that bad. I know that you two have
your run ins but I’m pretty sure that you are going to be okay once you
actually take initiative to talk to him.” Destiny advised and you rolled your
“Talk to him? This is the same man that has random girls in
his room! And loud music all the time! He always people over! And he is so
arrogant like he all fine when he really isn’t!” You almost screamed throwing a
tantrum in your bed. Not knowing you were screaming that loud you heard a knock
on your door. You frowned wondering who was pounding on your door. You got up
slowly after telling Destiny to hold on, opening the door you see him. The
devil himself, Jung Hoseok. He leaned against your door with his hand eyeing
“What the fuck do you want?” You snarled glaring at him. He
gave a little smirk as he pointed towards his door which was two doors over
from across your room.
“Me and my girl are trying to get busy and we can’t fuck if
you’re being loud.” Hoseok muttered as he pushed himself off your door.
“You know what, fuck you. You don’t consider my feelings and
I won’t consider yours asshole.” You moved to slam the door in his face locking
it and walking back towards your bed laying on your stomach.
Hoseok couldn’t believe it. He could hear some of the guys
passing by laughing at him. He was so pissed off at how you treated him. Like
he was nothing when most of the girls were not hesitant to hop on his dick at
all. He could feel his face heating up, he was pissed and he would make you pay
oh yes. He stormed back towards his room shutting the door behind him taking
off his hoody to reveal his perfectly toned abs. He had heard you by pure luck,
you weren’t even that loud he just wanted to fuck with you a bit. He wouldn’t
have missed out on a chance at seeing your curvy body and smooth skin. You were
so beautiful, a brown cutie with brown eyes. He and his friends always thought
you stood out because you had melanin in you and he, himself wanted to be down
with the swirl but approaching you had never been easy. You were cocky for no
reason, sure you got good grades and perfect attendance. Sure, you could sing
and dance without a problem but no one ever got you, you turned everyone down
and he didn’t get why you felt you were above everyone else. You had a smart
mouth and he wanted to put it to work on his dick, the way you walked he could
tell not many got a chance to even press up against you. You made him sexually
frustrated and pissed off at the same time, treating him like he was beneath
“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come
fuck me?” His ‘date’ for the evening asked. He came back to his senses smiling
at her as he unzipped his pants.
“Get on all fours baby and take your hair down from that
ponytail.” Hoseok commanded as he strolled to her but he was imagining it was
you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, hands gripping the sheets as he
slammed into your tight wet pussy over and over again. He wanted to hear you
cry out his name as he fucked you raw and hard, making your knees dig into his
sheets. He wanted to pull your hair and slap your ass. He wanted to make you
call him daddy and beg for him to hit that same spot. He wanted to make you cum
and be a complete shaking mess under him right now just how he had this random
girl. But alas, tonight he couldn’t have you so he would just imagine until he
That night you lounged around your bed, going between being
pissed and stunned with what Hoseok said to you. How dare he come talk to you
like that and demand that you be quiet? Who did he think he was? It was
infuriating how some men worked and he was no better. You hated whoever thought
Co-Ed dorms were a great idea. But this was also Jung Hoseok and no matter what
he probably would still end up in the same building as you. Why did you hate
him? A few reasons. The main was because he was a fuckboy. He put his dick in
any and everything. You didn’t like the fact that everyone talked about him
like he was so great and amazing because he wasn’t anything. And you hated him
for more reasons, the way he rapped how he sang, how he walked around like he
owned the damn place and everyone. You had seen him a few times with a tank or
just plain shirtless playing soccer and he was fine. You were attracted to his
intellect, his personality, and his body. It was so bad that you couldn’t explain how
quick your fingers found your pussy or how you longed to feel him finger
fucking you ruthlessly against the bed instead of it being yourself. Your
muffled moans into the sheets as you bit onto the soft fabric making a drool
spot form from your lips. You were fed up with yourself, in no time you were
releasing calling out his name as your slick fingers drove against your spot,
your back arched and body locking up from the sweet sensation that crawled
through your bones. Sighing loudly, you slumped against the bed as your hips
snapped against your fingers calming down your high and instead replaced you
feeling empty and even more bitter to him now than you did.
The next few weeks went the same way, you saw him in class
and around lunch times and when you went back to your room. It was hell, it
seemed you were becoming much more frustrated with him now then what you were
doing the past few weeks. It was hard to ignore him when all you wanted to do
was to go up to him and demand that he fuck you, but for numerous of reasons
nothing could happen between you two. You knew Destiny would have a field day
and scream I told you so. You couldn’t let that happen.
Going to the gym always seemed to calm you down. You stepped
on the treadmill pulling down the soft cotton fabric of your tight leggings
that rested against your knees. You moved your tank around before placing the
beat earbuds in your ears turning the music up loud. You started to slowly jog
on the treadmill until you were able to increase the speed bit by bit. You
didn’t hear the door open, nor did you feel the gaze on you until it was too
late. Hoseok moved to stand on the treadmill beside you, looking you up and
down and staring at you so much you couldn’t help but feel it. Turning to look
at him, you growled rolling your eyes at him before facing forward again
increasing your speed until the jog was a bit faster. Hoseok, not liking that
you were ignoring him set the treadmill to match your speed running alongside
of you. It pissed you off that he was trying to keep up with you, so you
started to go faster. And from there it started a race on who could run faster,
and you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Breaking out into a full sprint,
your hands had to hold onto the treadmill to keep you from falling, you took
deep heavy breaths and your legs were turning into jelly as you tried to keep
up with Hoseok’s pace. You ticked up the speed until you were hitting a five flat
and tiring yourself out quickly. Hoseok chuckled because the pace wasn’t that
hard for him, but he listened to yours grunts and groans, you loud cry of pain
as your legs almost gave out. You turned the speed down until you were at a
walking speed, your hands pressing down on a bar as you tried to walk out the
stiffness in your legs everything burned. Sweat pooled on your forehead, it
moved down your face as your clothes clung to you. You didn’t know if you’d be
able to walk to your room but thankfully after you cooled down you stepped down
on the treadmill looking over as Hoseok used his headband to pull his hair back
from his face. You studied him, seeing the sweat drift down from his face to
his neck, his bronze skin. His plump lips that were becoming chapped. His shirt
was clinging to his body, his biceps popping out as he pressed his feet down
against the treadmill. You watched behind him, looking at his toned legs, his
firm ass that you would grab and hold as he pounded into you. You had to tell
yourself to leave before he caught you staring at him and you didn’t want to
hear the end of this. Sighing you went back to your room and showered for the
night falling asleep with your fingers buried in your heat like any other
A month had passed but you hadn’t been seeing Hoseok as much
and you guessed it had to do with the fact that the semester was winding down
and he was about to graduate college. You were about to be a senior, so you
should have been happy that you wouldn’t have to see him next semester but
instead it was replaced with sadness and you couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t
have his presence around. On top of that, your exams were ruthless and the
study guides were even worse. Someone also had filled all the washers with
clothes meaning you had to stay up late and wait for the openings. But after
twenty more minutes after waiting for a full hour you got tired of it and
decided to move the clothes yourself. Placing them in the dryer you smiled in
triumph, setting your clothes in and moving the settings to what you wanted it
to be. The door opened to the room as you were grabbing your wash basket and in
walked the person you had been having conflicts in your head with.
“Where. Are my clothes?” Hoseok asked shutting the shut
behind him. You froze before you straightened up leaning against the dryer.
“You didn’t come get your shit, be grateful I even put it in
the dryer.” You snapped at him grabbing your things once again to take it out
of the washroom. Hoseok growled and snatched your basket from you placing it up
above your head and eventually setting it on a high shelf that only he had an
advantage of reaching comfortably.”
“Well well little miss perfect thinks she can just move my
shit without asking? Sorry princess but life doesn’t work like that.” He spat
at you, and you hated it more that he was so much taller than you because you
felt as if he was scolding you for committing some act of treason.
“Excuse me!! You should have come and got your shit! It’s
been here for an hour and twenty minutes now!! Not my fucking fault you can’t
stop shoving your dicks in everything and take care of responsibility.” You
spat back at him feeling your anger rise so much that your fingers were
starting to dig into your clammy palms as your hands became fist.
“Maybe you should try having a dick shoved in you. Maybe you
wouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch.” Hoseok insulted you to your face. The words
he uttered to you stung and they hurt, without thinking you raised your hand up
ready to slap him, but to your dismay it didn’t work like that at all. Hoseok
grabbed your left wrist as you brought your hand up and spun you around until
your front was pressing against the dryer that you had thrown all his clothes
in. He gripped at both of your wrist pinning them behind you with one hand
letting the other grip your chin and force you to look at him.
“Who do you think you are? Like you could really fucking
reach me.” He kept insulting you, his brown eyes bearing into yours with anger
and something else you wished you weren’t seeing.
“You can go choke on a dick. Because I’m pretty sure
somebody loves making you their bitch.” You snarled in a sweet voice. Hoseok
looked as if he was ready to commit a murder. His pupils dilated and his nose
flared as he dug his nails into your hips.
“Oh yeah?” He asked moving his hand from your wrist to grip
at your hair pushing your head against the dryer. His other large hand moved
from yours hips to rub your ass before he gave it two slaps on your right cheek
through your pajama bottoms. “Well guess whose bitch you’re about to become.”
Hoseok taunted as he slapped your ass again watching your body wiggle and your
skin heat as you tried to move from him. “That’s right baby by all means fight
me.” He groaned pressing against you. “Because the harder you fight.. The.
Harder. I. Fuck.” He snapped his hips against yours with every word he spoke
making your clothed ass bounce back against his hips lightly. He pulled back to
look down at your body, seeing his half erect member poking through your plump
ass cheeks he shook his head. “You need to be punished for being so damn fine.
Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me.” Hoseok smiled grabbing at the hems
of your shorts.
You were going between wanting him and not wanting him, you
didn’t know which side was winning. But saying he didn’t turn you on was a big
ass lie because you knew he did without a doubt, but you were in public and
anyone could come in at any time to wash and you would be screwed.
“We are in public!” You reminded him as he yanked your pj
bottoms down as well as your panties to your knees. You gasped as he exposed
your skin, he smirked when he saw the blooming red hand print that was forming
on your right cheek from his hit.
“Someone scared of a little danger? I guess you will have to
keep quiet then if you don’t want anyone to know that prime fuck daddy is
making you cum.” He leaned down biting into your left ass cheek causing you to
jump and your hips to bite into the dryer. You pushed your hips back thrashing
wildly, trying to slap the fuck out of him because of what he was saying and
how he was acting.
“I don’t want you Hoseok! Let me go- “You choked back a gasp
as you felt his slender finger into you. You paused, your mouth hanging open as
he buried his finger to the knuckle and then deeper than that.
“Hmm?” Hoseok teased. “You were saying what?” He asked you
circling his finger around inside of your wet pussy. He was amazed at how wet
you were but he was far from complaining. He knew you had checked him out and
it was confirmed by his friends as well that you looked him up and down but to
be in this moment and finally have something he wanted, oh yes, he was going to
milk you and make sure you never forgot who he was. “I said speak!” He ordered
taking his long slender finger out of you to slap across your right ass cheek
on the same spot to make the place sore and red again. “So, now you can’t
speak?” He asked you as he rubbed your wet juices around your left ass cheek.
He gave you four licks watching as your plump ass cheek jiggled from how he hit
you with such force seeing the skin slowly turn red.
“I hate you.” You said slowly through clenched teeth, your
knees lightly trembled and your hands pressed against the top of the dryer as
you willed yourself to be defiant and not to give in to him though you wanted
him so bad.
“Yes y/n by all means hate me baby girl.” He teased with a
throaty laugh. His finger escaping inside of your wet pussy again feeling the
warmth suck up his finger as he curved it slightly watching your hips lightly
jerk. He moved it slowly in and out of you seeing the dryer move the upper part
of your body slightly because of the vibrations. “That’s right I want you to
hate me. Because this pussy is so wet and ready based off your hatred. I want
to hear you say it.” He teased adding another finger inside of you laughing to
himself as you shut your legs, your supple thighs becoming appealing and
something he wanted to mark. Your ass looking like two round globes that he
wanted to fuck into as well as your pussy that was looking so pretty and so wet
pressed together. Your heat becoming inviting to him as he stretched you out
hearing the wet lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you.
“S-say what?” You asked continuing to hold your moans, but
pants were in the wake as you tried to clear your throat and listen to him over
the sound of your heart beating into your ears. He was stretching you out and
it had been a while since you had fucked anyone but he was doing a damn good
job. Curving his fingers and stroking your walls searching for the spot that
would end all your bullshit with him. You wanted more, you wanted him to tear
it up already but you weren’t going to beg him. As if he could read an ounce of
your thoughts his thumb brushed against your clit causing you to release a
slight whimper before your teeth clamped down on your plump bottom lip.
“That’s it.. I want you to tell me that I don’t make you
wet. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m not the reason this pretty pussy is
gushing with juices. Tell me that it’s not me causing all this water to fall
down your legs. Tell me I’m not the reason your panties are so wet. Tell me
that you haven’t been finger fucking yourself wishing that it was me.” When
Hoseok said the last part, you froze and your mind went on high alert. Once he
saw that he had you he gave a proud smirk to himself speeding up his fingers to
thrust into different angles until he was hitting against your spot and he knew
it was your spot because you brought a hand up to your mouth to cover your
cries as your pussy sucked on his fingers. Hoseok leaned down pressing wet
kisses up your spine moaning softly at how smooth your brown skin was against
his lips. He kissed on your shoulder through your shirt before he leaned over
you with his chest flush against your back releasing your hair he let his hand
moved in front of you to grab at your hips and push you back against him, his
lips against your ear as he exhaled a few breaths allowing his warm breath to
fan across your heated skin.
“You think that you’re always quiet but I got news for you.
If you time it just right and wait for maybe three to four in the morning when
you think everyone is asleep. If I press my ear against your door. I can hear
those faint whispers of my name. Hoseok don’t stop please.” He mimicked in your
voice whispering your dirty secrets to you. “And do you know what that does to
me?” Hoseok asked as he thrusted his fingers faster inside of you pulling and
pushing them deep into your walls causing your legs to shake as your eyes
rolled back. “Do you know how hard it is to not moan your name when I’m fucking
someone else wishing it was you?” He asked biting down on your earlobe causing
you to release a yelp of pleasure as your hips pushed down against his fingers
in a needy manner. “I have wanted to tear this pussy up since the moment I
first ever got to know all about you.” Hoseok admitted licking the shell of
your ear. “So, don’t mistake this and think it’s just one night oh no baby. I’m
going to make you and your sweet pretty pussy remember how it felt to have
daddy stroking inside of you until this pussy cat was purring.”
Your whole body jolted form his words, you knew for sure you
would cum. Your toes curled in your socks and you could feel the coil in your
stomach as your mind blanked out and was only replaced with his name. But
Hoseok was not satisfied with you yet, as if he wanted you to get caught he
pulled his fingers from you causing you to whine and gasp as your hips jerked
against air fucking nothing. Only the dryer was able to hold up your shaking
legs as your high was so close to being there and you could feel only the
trickle of your orgasm starting to hit you. Hoseok was satisfied with you, but
you weren’t you looked back at him feeling your mouth dry at the sight. Through
his sweats, you could see his bulge imprint against his leg, and his shirt was
sleeveless and had the sides cut down the middle revealing his toned tan body.
His brown hair was pushed back to reveal his forehead. You wanted him, and you
were feeling your pride eat away at you but he was just standing there looking at
you. Slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth sucking off your juices moaning
as he purposefully brought his tongue out to roll against his digits.
“Hoseok.” You started biting on your lip, you were nervous
and you didn’t want to do this, but you knew your own fingers weren’t going to
get you off. You were going to need him to finish the ache that was between
your legs and he seemed ready to pounce whenever you said the word. When he
didn’t answer you, your eyes drifted shut before you fisted at the hems of your
shirt. “Please.” You stated slightly and he brought his fingers from his plump
“Please?” He questioned eyeing you as if to tell you to go
“Please. Look. You know what I want. And I don’t want anyone
walking in on us. Let’s go back to my room. I won’t fight you anymore. Just not
here.” You tried to reason with him. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer.
“Whatever you want Hoseok. Even if it’s to go to your room.” You pleaded
covering your quivering heat as he seemed to eye that the most, his eyes rising
slowly over your figure until he locked eyes with you, the air around you
becoming thick to slice.
“Whatever I want.” He repeated as you nodded your head. “I
want you to get on your knees and use your mouth.” Hoseok stated knocking your hopeful
smile to a frown.
“Excuse the hell out of me?” You questioned him.
“You heard me right. On your knees, taking my dick between
those plump lips and showing me that it’s worth more than shit talking.” Hoseok
stated leaning against a table that was used for folding clothes.
“Please you got me fucked up.” You rolled your eyes and he
shrugged watching you.
“Fine then have fun getting yourself off.” He called out
pulling out his phone to find some porn and finish his job, it was going to
suck but he knew how to control himself and he wanted to control you.
“Are you serious?!” You stomped your foot, watching him for
a second. “What if-“
“Someone comes in?” He asked again rolling his eyes. “I knew
you were dull at moments but I never thought it would be this bad. You keep
wasting all this time talking about what if this and that but if you did what I
ask or simply not played hard to get we probably would be in my bedroom right
now fucking. So, the choice is yours, either you do or don’t.” Hoseok made it plain
and simple. You were appalled. Staring at him for a second you weighed your
options but what did you really have to lose? A reputation yes but so did he so
it wasn’t as if you were in this long. And you knew that people washed late but
they all stopped at a certain time so now it was just a matter of you being
able to keep quiet. Seeing him there though you didn’t know when you’d get
another chance. Swallowing a lump in your throat you reached for your pajama
bottoms about to pull them up when he stopped you.
“Keep those bottoms right where they are unless you’re
leaving. In that case have a good night.” He chirped in with a sweet eye smile
in your direction. You couldn’t stand him; how could something be so cute and
so fucking ready to make you choke in .03 seconds? Sighing, you walked forward
until you were closing the distance getting on your knees. Hoseok had to admit
he didn’t expect you to stay but seeing you on your knees in front of him,
licking the outline of his dick was enough to have it twitching in the confines
of his boxers. He could feel his breath hitch but he told himself to hold it in
and not to break yet. You flicked your tongue at him, grabbing at the hems of
his sweats your placed your cool finger tips against his skin, grabbing his
boxers as well and you pushed them down to the floor in one go. His dick stood
proud and tall, his tip pink and angry slight precum leaking from the head.
Your mouth watered at the size, he was big and had a thick
girth but you could handle it. Bracing your hands on his thighs you licked
around his tip capturing his attention. Hoseok acted as if he was bored on his
phone, but he was secretly taking pictures of you teasing his tip. Flicking
your tongue up and down his slit, nibbling on his head and opening your mouth
to let him pass through your pink lips slowly. Once he got enough pictures he
waited until you started to bob your head with just half of his length entering
in your mouth to record a video. You were playing with him, only sucking half
of him and hollowing your cheeks. He reached a hand down grabbing at your hair
threading his fingers through it to feel your strands of hair on his
fingertips. You were comforted by this but all too soon he changed the pace of
things shoving your head down further on his shaft making you take more of him
in. He groaned as you choked once, he could feel himself reaching the back of
your throat as you choked. Catching the moment on camera was all he needed
before he was ending the video and throwing the phone down on the table beside
him. He spread his legs a little wider looking down at you with his mouth
opening into a ‘o’ form he controlled your head making you move at a face pace
and take him as deep as you could. He rutted his hips forward letting his balls
slap against your chin and get wet from the spit that was falling past your
lips down your chin.
“Mmm do you like that you pretty little thing? Do you like
tasting daddy’s dick? You take it so well. I just love hearing you choke on it.
Fuck look at that pretty mouth, I could fuck it all day until it was sore and
you were hoarse. But I’d only switch over to pounding into your pussy next.”
Hoseok teased, he rolled his hips holding your head down making you swallow
around his shaft or he was changing the pace. He loved watching your face turn
red, the way your eyes watered up as it got too much to handle. How your hands
pushed at his legs sometimes or your nails dug into his thighs. Your little gag
sounds mixed in with slight moans. You looked so beautiful to him always but
seeing the innocent cocky girl on her knees just did something to him and he
couldn’t explain it. Feeling your tongue roll under his shaft and press against
his sensitive veins was like heaven.
You tried to please him as much as you could. Yes, he pressed
his hips harshly against your mouth, your jaw was slack with how you had to
relax for him. But you could see yourself doing this for him again if he ever
asked. The sex faces he made was satisfying, how he grumbled in a deep voice
and said vulgar things to you. How the sweat started to form around his
forehead as his eyebrows knitted together and he took in the scene before you.
You were happy that you got him of his phone and paying attention to you and
all that you could offer him. Your hand went up cupping his balls and playing
with the sack as he face fucked you. That’s when Hoseok knew he had to stop
you, it was like you were picking him apart when he should have been doing that
to you. Hoseok pulled your head off his wet dick slowly, he was so hard and he
needed you but he wasn’t done with foreplay yet and he had to get you back
“Stand up.” He commanded in a deep voice thick with lust.
You heard voices that were faint and grew louder as people from the outside
passed and either went to their room from somewhere or vice versa. Regardless
it caused you both to pause and Hoseok was more than ready to defend you but
luckily the fun wasn’t ruined yet.
He pushed you back against the dryer that was about to
approach having less that fifteen minutes left before his clothes were done.
Hoseok got on his knees taking your left foot out of your bottoms lifting it up
and throwing it over his shoulder. “I want you to take your breast out of your
bra and touch them for me. Play with yourself like I know you can.” He winked
at you kissing up your thigh slowly. You hesitated but it seemed the more time
he spent kissing on your body the less you could really think about as he
approached your heat. Hoseok let his lips pucker up and blow air against your
clit, darting his tongue out to press soft kisses against your lips as he
watched you pull down your shirt and bra grabbing your breast and folding them
for him. Your lip bit making his dick jump once again as your fingers roamed
over your hardened nipples. “Spit on them.” Hoseok commanded licking up and
down your lips slowly nibbling on your flesh. You obeyed, spitting on your
breast though it was embarrassing. You did it until your nipples were wet
enough that you could play with them for him, rubbing the spit in. Hoseok
smirked latching his lips onto your clit sucking on it. His tongue pressed
against the bud flicking it as he watched you pleasure yourself from above. He
gripped at your ass cheeks pressing your hips close to his face moaning as his
tongue went wild flicking up and down your clit at a rapid pace and soon he was
teasing your entrance rolling his tongue around you steadily. He moaned against
your heat shaking his head side to side eating you to the point you were sure
people outside would hear what was going on from the sheer sound alone.
He slipped his muscle inside of you the wet long pink muscle
tongue fucking you as he held your hips flush against his face. Your head
rolled back as his hair tickled the top of your pussy and the lower part of
your stomach. Your toes curled in your socks as your hips tried to jerk
forward. You could feel the curving of his tongue as he explored your warmth
claiming it for himself. Your hands gave up playing with your breast and you
went to pull at his hair instead, the silk strands feeling good to touch as
your nails grazed at his scalp. Your chest rose and fell from how much he
pleased you, your mouth hung open but you willed yourself only to give silent
cries, laying back against the vibrating dryer you focused on how it felt to
have him flicking his tongue rapidly against your spot circling and flattening
his tongue. Hoseok could eat you out all day he was sure of it, though his face
was becoming wet with your juices he didn’t mind having to clean it up later at
all. As long as he got to taste the sweetness and pull this reaction from you
he would always try to get you to come undone under him. He pulled back slowly
licking up your slit again, your fingers were locked in his hair but you slowly
let it go so that you could look at him. Hoseok’s face was glistening with your
juices that he drank up and he stood up slowly looking down at you before he
wiped off his mouth. He turned you around and you went willingly pressing your
hands back against the dryer. Hoseok heard the dryer shut off, but he only
started it back up pulling your hips from the machine a bit so that he could
He lifted one of your legs up, letting the inside of his arm
hold you under the back of your knee. He made you bend your leg, his free hand
pressing his dick flush against your slit causing his hips to brush his member
against your clit and back down. You concentrated harder on not moaning, he was
teasing you again, the wetness from you given him heard was starting to dry up
but your pussy did the trick of getting him wet enough to slide into you. He
moved to position himself at your entrance and slowly he sunk himself inside of
your pussy. Burying himself to the hilt, he watched as you leaned forward
trying to adjust. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t want you to have too
much of a pause especially since you weren’t exactly safe from the outside
world. Anyone could open the door at any time and you would both be screwed.
Hoseok pulled out all the way before he slammed back inside of you, starting
off a rhythm of going between slow grinding and quick body rolls. Your head
swam with all thoughts of him and your heart seemed to stop every time he
surged his hips forward. One of his hands resting on your hips he pulled you
back to him seeing how your plump ass meet his flesh time and time again. He
loved it, he just couldn’t hear anything from you and he didn’t like that.
“Moan or I’ll stop.” He warned but of course you were too stubborn to listen so
you didn’t do anything. Hoseok slowed all the way down barely moving inside of
“I find it extremely funny that you have become putty in my
hands yet you refuse to moan for me as if you’re not enjoying this.” He
commented with a scoff rolling his hips deep against yours causing his shaft to
lightly graze your spot.
“Well I guess that I’m not putty, then am I?” You asked
rhetorically giving him a reason to growl at you and not care about if you
limped the next day or not.
Hoseok started to slam into you, bringing your hips back
harder against his, he was thrusting into you so hard that he had to press your
body against the dryer in fear that he would hurt you or cause you to bruise
your hips from hitting the dryer every time he lurched forward. Hoseok smirked
and switched the angle of his hips searching for your spot and when he found it
he drilled it, his thick dick pounding into your wet greedy walls that was
sucking him in and wrapping snuggly around him. He had no mercy on you, it felt
so good but it stung as well. At how fast he was moving his hips against yours,
you wanted him to slow down because you were going to start screaming if he
kept fucking you like that. Your hand reached out to grab at him but you only
ended up fisting at his shirt trying to push him back. Hoseok grinned at you doing
an aegyo voice as he slipped his finger down to rub at your clit.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good to have daddy’s long
fingers playing with this puffy clit as he fucks this pussy nice and deep? Look
at how stretched out I made you baby girl. How good you swallow daddy in, I can
just see how I’m slipping inside of this pretty pink pussy and it feel so
amazing. Look at you so fucked and ruined against this dryer. What if someone
comes in and sees you like this. Daddy’s fucking toy. Do you like being that?”
Hoseok asked you rolling his fingers against your clit. You weren’t going to
answer him but your mouth uttered the words and your brain just seemed to go
“God yes.” You moaned out softly looking up in his eyes and
he gave you a crooked smirk.
“Yes what baby doll?” He asked pinching on your clit causing
you to yelp as your hips pushed back against his to some extent.
“Yes daddy! Yes, I love it when you fuck me. I love being
your fucktoy.” You mouthed out as he watched you leaning forward to press his
forehead against yours.
“Mmm fuck yeah baby. Do you like how daddy stretches you
up?” He questioned and you nodded your head again answering.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this daddy. To have your
thick dick inside of me, fucking my wet pussy and making me behave like a good
girl. I love feeling your hips push against mine daddy. I love it when you
treat me like this.” You whimpered, your bottom lip quivering as your stomach
tightened up again.
“Yeah? You tried to disobey but you’re my fucking good girl.
Who do you belong to? Say it!” Hoseok commanded harshly. His free hand reached
up and he slapped the left side of your cheek slightly before he was choking
you, pushing his hips harder against you winding in different directions and
letting his body roll against yours. He bit on your bottom lip, your breath was
mixing in as you moaned out for him a bit louder, his name falling from your
lips in almost a silent plea and it released a growl from his lips. He kept up
his ruthless speed though his hips were hurting and his legs were tired, he
couldn’t rest until he got you off.
“Please let me come daddy. Please Hoseok. Please!” You
begged him with what voice you did have left feeling your breast bounce up and
down the vibrations shooting through your nipples and down to yours stomach.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He repeated once again allowing
you to remember that you never answered him the first time. Your mouth dropped
open as you started to approach your high, your insides starting to churn as your
limbs were staring to tingle.
“You! I belong to you Hoseok!” You were pretty sure if
anyone lived close to the room they heard you. Hoseok smirked proudly nodding
his head as his fingers tapped against your pussy.
“Come for daddy then baby.” Hoseok pressed his lips against
yours, initiating a makeout session that was slow and deep despite how he was
pounding into your heat without mercy. The juices from your pussy was starting
to drop down on your pajamas and the floor as your eyes drifted shut. He gave
you a few more thrusts and you were cumming on his dick, moaning against his
mouth as he sucked on your tongue and squeezed a little tighter on your neck.
Feeling you grip him like a vice and make such needy sounds only helped Hoseok
to reach his end faster. His balls tightened up as his orgasm approached him.
His thrusts were becoming erratic and untimed as he kept searching for the
high. He shoved his tongue into your mouth tracing everything as he buried his
load inside of you, he made sure you took it all giving a few lazy thrusts to
ride out your orgasms together. When he was done, he broke the kiss and let you
go slowly allowing your body to once again shake against the dryer machine as
you caught your breath. He sat there for a second before he started to dress
himself back up and you seeing this did the same thing. Not a single word was
uttered for a bit but you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulder
and you could go back to using only your fingers but not forgetting how he
“So, I want you to take out my clothes fold them and bring
them into my room after you put yours in the dryer.” Hoseok said casually
getting a piece of paper towel and cleaning himself off as you laughed at him.
He frowned looking at you watching as you looked back at him.
“You’re really funny.” You admitted stretching out.
“Who.. Said this was a joke?” Hoseok asked tilting his head.
“Well…” You thought about it for a second your old self
coming back to view as the horny side of you had been satisfies. “We are not
dating, we aren’t even friends so how can you make me do something like that
when I don’t have a reason for it? You can go back to ignoring me and vice
versa.” You pointed out to him. Hoseok gave a loud laugh as he got back on his
phone causing you to frown.
“Y/n. I meant what I said when I said that tonight wouldn’t
be the only night I fuck you- or quite frankly own you. You may not think it
but we are friends. And you’re going to be my personal little chore doer and
you’re going to get daddy off when he needs it.” He said patting his dick
biting his lips as he reached forward to cup your breast causing you to slap
his hand and push him as he walked towards the door.
“If I don’t agree??” You asked skeptical folding your hands
over your chest as he opened the door.
“Then, everyone will know what happens when good girls
finally give into fuck boys. And not to mention the great video deal a lot of
people would want. I’m sure you’d make some guys rub ones out.” You frowned
about to ask him what he meant but then he turned his phone towards you showing
the video of you choking on his dick, the obvious sounds and insults being
heard as he face fucked you. Your skin burned red from embarrassment as you
wished sudden death upon the male. “Don’t be late baby. I don’t take too kindly
to waiting.” Hoseok said wiggling his fingers at you as he shut the door and
disappeared to his room leaving you to throw a tantrum kicking at the dryer and
Hi, are u tking in requests? Because I was thinking of one in which the reader is dating Peter Parker and her dad is Tony Stark (peter dindnt know) and she presents Peter to her dad in a dinner night and Tony is like :“You piece of shit,youre dating my daughter” and a lot of awkard conversations at dinner? I dont know, is it too mixed up? keep writing
A/N: Thanks for the request and I love the idea of the reader being Starks daughter so I had fun writing this :3
Warnings: ALOT of cussings, and mentions of sex and implied *wink wonk*
“Are you nervous?” I asked Peter, holding his arm while standing in front of the closed dining room doors.
“No- I mean… Yeah. I just hope your dad likes me.” He nervously chuckled.
“I know he’ll love you! I mean he’s really smart just like you. And funny- but kind of an asshole…” I smiled up at him.
“Ok…” He opened the door and grinned. “After you.” He motioned into the room.
“Thank you.” I giggled at him and walked past. My dad, who most call Tony Stark, was sitting at the table working on something projecting from his watch.
“Hey sweetie-” He said without looking up. Peter walked up beside me and froze.
“Uh-” Peter whimpered.
“Babe- are you ok?” I whispered to him. My dad looked up.
“Oh- hey Peter…” My fathers eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing here?” He asked. My eyes widened.
“Hey… Mr. Stark…” Peter quietly said.
“You know my dad?” I whisper shouted at Peter.
“Yeah! I mean he made my suit and all!” He threw his hands up, keeping his voice low.
“Y/N… I thought your boyfriend would be eating with us.” He said through gritted teeth. I feel like he already knew Peter was my so said boyfriend but wanted to hear me say it.
“Hehe… dad… You apparently already know Peter… my… boyfriend.” I smiled as best I could to hide my embarrassment. I knew that look. My dad had his ‘I’m going to kick someones ass’ look.
“You son of bitch-”
“Dad!” I snapped at my dad.
“You piece of shit-”
“You don’t got daddy issues why you scoping after an almost carbon copy of me?” I groaned.
“Stop- let’s just… have dinner and be nice and- dad do not yell at him anymore.” I said while taking Peter’s arm and leading him to a seat next to me near my dad. We both sat down and my father sighed, swiping away his work.
There was an awkward silence as our food was brought out. Peters’ hand was clammy against mine and then he shook my hand from his. I looked down at the food which was steak.
“I’m sorry about my dad-” I began to whisper towards Peter. “I didn’t know you guys knew-”
“So, Peter…” My dad spoke up, catching our attention. “How long have you two been… a thing?” He asked.
“A-About… Eight months…” My dad growled at Peter’s answer.
“Sooo… How was work, dad?” I asked. I could tell Peter was tense so I put my hand on his knee and he slowly loosened up.
“It was-” He sliced his knife hard through the steak and the knife made a clang against the plate. “Good…” Peter gulped beside me.
“So, Peter… Does Y/N know? About the internship?” I could tell my dad was staring at Peter without even looking up.
“Uh… Um… Yeah…” My eyes looked up at my dad.
“I thought I told you not to involve anyone you cared about.” He said as he calmly set down his silverware.
“S-She accidentally found out- Mr. Stark.”
“I’m gonna kick your ass, Parker.” Peter tensed up again.
“Dad!” I yelled. Both boys looked my way. “Why can’t you just accept that Peter and I are dating and you can’t just be an asshole to him. It’s hurting me too!” I looked at Peter and he weakly smiled.
“I’m sorry honey… I’m just… Mad at Peter at the moment.” He mumbled. It clicked in my mind that Peter said he had gotten his suit taken away. I leaned towards Peter.
“Did he take away your suit?” I whispered to him.
“Yeah…” I giggled and then sighed.
“I have two children on my hands.” Peter nodded in agreement.
“Are you calling me a child, Peter?”
“No- No sir! I- was…” Peter hurriedly grabbed his water and started drinking from it to avoid the question.
“Listen- I’m totally fine with you two dating but I have some rules.” My dad held up one finger. “One- no sex.” I heard a choking sound from Peter and he coughed up some water. I guess we already broke rule number one. My dad didn’t even care and went on with the rules as Peter tried to regain breaths. “Two- mainly to you Peter- If you break her heart I really am going to kick your ass.”
“Yes, M-Mr. Stark.” Peter gasped and I patted his back.
“Three- no kissing in front of me. Four- If something happens to her you’re going to do everything you possibly can to get her back.”
“I would be doing that anyways even if you wouldn’t have told me too… Sir! S-sir…” My father rolled his eyes and his watch beeped.
“I have to go do something.” He pushed his seat back and started walking towards me. He kissed the top of my head and then looked at Peter. He just stared at him for a second. “Don’t expect me to kiss you either. I’m mad at you.” He turned around and walked out the door. Peter let out all the air he was holding in.
“Jesus- Christ. That was the most terrifying I’ve ever done.” We both laughed quietly and then leaned back in our chairs.
“I’m sorry- I thought that would have gone a lot better.” He shrugged.
“I mean… you could make it up to me.” He smirked down at me.
“Hm… do you want to break one of my dads rules?” I asked.
“What!? No! He might murder me!”
“Even if it’s rule number one?” I bit my lip and he whimpered.
“I-I think I could live with that…”
A/N:who wouldn’t wanna break rule number one with Peter ‘fuck me’ Parker