i got this the other day and i thought it came with pantie but turns out it was a garter!

“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.


“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.

The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

Got7 Reaction to Seeing You Cooking in Lingerie.



A/N: So, if you haven’t seen my recent bio update, I am now opening requests for Most-to-Least’s, blurbs, fake texts/snapchats, and any other form of writing you all have in mind (with exception of personal imagines). I was thinking of mood-boards as well, but I’ll have to see with those, it’s been a while since I’ve done one. Anywho, I hope you’re enjoying my writings and such, you all are so nice, ilysm~



When Jaebum came in from a long day of practice, all exhaustion went out the window when he saw you standing in his favorite black lingerie set you have. You would turn around as he walked in and watch as he cocked his head to the side with a sly smirk plastered on his face. You’d turn back around, innocently tending to the food on the stove, pretending to be oblivious to the situation. “What’s the special occasion, Jagi?” He would say, lust laced in his words.


Mark had gone out with some friends earlier in the day, and as always leaving you alone to your thoughts never is a good thing. You figured you’d give him a lil’ ~surprise~ for when he comes back. Finally the long-awaited moment came. You heard the door open, then close just as quickly, then tracked his footsteps as they got louder and louder until they finally fell at the entrance of the kitchen, where you were cooking his favorite meal wearing a matching red bra and panty set. Almost on cue, you “accidentally” dropped an unused measuring cup, immediately bending down right in front of him. “Oops.” You stated innocently, turning your head to give him a cute smile. He bit his lip, following with a shy smile. “Okay, now you’re just teasing me, Jagi.”


Jackson sighed as he walked straight through the door of the house to the kitchen, grateful to be home after a long day of practice. He dropped his bag on the table and intended to make his way to the fridge to get some water, but was stopped in his tracks by your body adorned with a lacy white bra and garter set-his absolute favorite. You continued stirring the stew in the pot in front of you, knowing that his gaze would be fixed on your every movement. You decided to have a little fun though, and gave your butt a little shake, to which he gave a low chuckle. “You’re killing me, Jagiya. How about we leave the stew for later?”


The boy had fallen asleep and had been napping for a bit, so not only did you take this time to do some cleaning around the house and such- you also put on the most flattering set of lingerie you had, fully intending to surprise him once he awoke from his slumber. The scent of dinner (or maybe his favorite perfume on you) must have lured him into the kitchen, where you were standing in a light pink baby doll set, the loose fabric flowing along with your hips to the beat of the music playing from your phone. He stood silent, contemplating his next moves with a slight smirk. “How’d I get lucky enough to have a beautiful girlfriend like you?” He would state lustfully, slowly closing gap between the two of you.


Youngjae had been at practice all day, and it just so happened that boredom had gotten the best of you. You went to your closet and started aimlessly organizing, until you came across a lingerie set you forgot about that was in the back corner. You thought it would be fun to put it on and start cooking dinner in hopes that Youngjae would come home soon. Luckily enough, he came walking through the door of the house and soon, through the door of the kitchen, his relaxed smile turning into bitten lip and blushed cheeks when he saw you in a red baby doll set that barely covered your ass. “Jagi, aren’t you cold?” He giggled, motioning to your bare legs- unsuccessfully trying to take the attention off the lust in the room.


I think it’s no secret that Bam is an actual horn dog. We’re just gonna put that out there to begin with. He would have gone out with some friends, taking advantage of a rare day off, and this gave you the opportunity to tidy up around the house and just basically chill for the day. Until you felt the need to surprise him in a pink lace bra and panty set that he bought you (that honestly left very little to the imagination). You ~sexily~ danced to the kitchen to start dinner and to wait for him to get home, and before long you heard his voice as he closed the door behind him “Jagi, you won’t believe what happened today, I–” his voice stopped as he walked through the corridor, noticing you sitting on the counter, legs crossed with his favorite set of lingerie on you. “Maybe I can tell you that story later, yeah?” He purred, slowly stepping closer towards you.


Do any of y’all get the feeling that Yugyeom’s an ass guy? Because I do. Naturally then, your lingerie will accentuate your butt, meaning it’ll probably be some type of thong or g-string. Of course you knew he loved it, so you slipped it on and started making dinner (silently hoping you wouldn’t get any food stains on your bra), and before you knew it, he was standing in the door of the kitchen, gym bag still in-hand. His jaw would be dropped to the ground at the surprise, and not in a bad way either, he would absolutely love it. He would saunter up behind you and wrap his arms around you from behind and whisper in your ear: “Jagi, you sure know how to treat a man, don’t you?”


Word count: 2365 (how did I write that much holy fuck)

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

Warning: so much smut (18+ please guys), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), lots of cursing.

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“You fuckin’ bastard!” You screamed at your boyfriend, Michael. You had just found out that he had slept with another girl. “Get the fuck out of my flat, now.”
“(Y/N), please. I was drunk, it was a mistake. It meant nothing.” Michael begged.

“I trusted you, Michael. You fuckin’ betrayed me. Get out.” You yelled. Michael had no choice but to take the bag you thrust at him as he was forced out the door.

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Chocobro Scenarios

So a cute little idea I thought up the other night, and I thought I would write up. It got me thinking to all the different kinds of reactions people would have in this situation. But we know we can always trust in the Chocobros to support their s/o in whatever crazy plans they drag them into.

SFW with suggestive themes

Chocobros x Reader (Gender Neutral)

The Chocobros take a trip to the lingerie store with their s/o.


  • Noctis had a rare free day to himself and his s/o asked if they could do a little shopping in the morning. Promising that they would be back by afternoon to relax for the rest of the day, and that they could even take a nap.
  • Excited about the prospect of spending time with his s/o, making them happy and getting what he wanted was a definite okay in his book. So he agreed.
  • It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he knew they enjoyed it, and he would never admit it. But he enjoyed spending time out in public with them, because he was able to show off what an amazing s/o he has.
  • They went into a few stores, just browsing mindlessly before his s/o decided it was time to go into the store that they had set their mind on even before the trip.
  • “Hey Noct, I want you to help me pick out a new outfit. You can pick whatever you like, okay?”
  • He gave a nod in reply and let them take his hand and bring him into a store he had never been in, or really noticed, that was across the street.
  • Walking in, he immediately knew what his s/o had dragged him into, and his face went beat red.
  • He tried to make an excuse of why he had to leave, but they weren’t having it.
  • “I thought you might like to pick something out for me to wear. Whatever you like. Just for you to see.” They say with a wink and a smirk.
  • Noctis takes a deep breath before pushing away his embarrassment and deciding it was an offer he quite liked. So he marched further into the store with confidence and started looking around.
  • Once finding something, he walked back over to them as they ideally browsed, and handed them a lacy blue and black set, complete with a corset and matching panties, along with a garter belt and black thigh highs.
  • His s/o nodded their approval before taking it in hand and going to the register to buy it.
  • Noctis followed along quietly and stood behind them, before the cashier made a comment to the prince and he took their hand as soon as they were done and took their bag, walking as fast as he could before making it outside.
  • Walking away from the store, his s/o looked up at him with a smile. “Sorry for dragging you in there, but I thought you might like to pick something you wanted out.”
  • “It’s okay, you’ll just have to make it up to me tonight.” He said with a light smirk, leading them back in the direction of their shared apartment.


  • Ignis needed to go out to the shops and get a few things, and his s/o decided to accompany him.
  • Going through some food stalls and in and out of shops for possible potions and materials the prince or their group may need, his s/o followed behind patiently. Making idle conversation as they walked alongside him.
  • Noticing they would pass by a certain shop that peaked their interest, a small smile came to their face before turning to Ignis as he glanced at some fruit in front of a shop.
  • They grab his hand to get his attention before he turns to them with a quizzical look.
  • “Can we pop into that store over there? There’s something I think we may need to get.”
  • He looks up to the shop that they pointed to, not having remembered been there before, but not seeing any harm to take a look, especially if his s/o showed an interest. “Of course, let’s go have a check inside then.”
  • They lead him to the store and walk inside. He is quickly aware of what kind of shop it is as he looks around at all the intimate attire.
  • He just chuckled to himself as he looks at his s/o, who has a smirk on their face, knowing exactly what they would be bringing him into.
  • “I thought it may be a good idea to take a peek in here, see if there was anything you may like that I could get for you.” They say with a knowing look in their eyes.
  • “I think you made a very fine choice. I think I’ll go do just that.” He says before walking with them through the store, taking things from their place on the pegs. Holding things up next to them to see how it may look, checking for good colors and sizes. Taking this opportunity to pick something he knew would be perfect for them.
  • Finally deciding on an ensemble, one which was a matching red set with silk bra and panties, along with a little silk and transparent robe to go on top.
  • Happy with his pick, he went to buy his selection for his s/o, insisting on paying for it himself. Before it was put in a bag and handed back off to him.
  • Exiting the shop, he heads back in the direction to their apartment.
  • “Are we heading back? I didn’t think you were done shopping.”
    “It seems I have more important things to attend to back home. I’d like to sort and look at the purchases we made before I assess what else I may need to buy.”
  • His s/o was just happy Iggy was as excited as them to try on their newly bought articles. He was bound to love it. And it made them even more excited to think Ignis planned to purchase more of the kind, in the future.


  • Having gone out on a lunch date with his s/o, they were wandering around the town, just browsing the surrounding shops.
  • Prompto seeing a thing or two, or a store that they would check in to see what they may have to offer.
  • Before he asked his s/o if there was any store they had wanted to look into.
  • They had just the idea.
  • It was a little bit of a distance, but since it was a nice day out, and Prompto loved spending time with his s/o just walking around and talking with no plans to be had, he didn’t mind.
  • They walked up to a shop that had no indication to what it might be, but as far as Prompto could tell, it was a clothing store.
  • But he didn’t mind either way, happy to go wherever his s/o wanted to go.
    Hand in hand, they led him into the shop.
  • It was instant realization as soon as they walked in the door exactly what kind of store it was. And it was just as instant the Promptos freckled cheeks lit up in a deep blush.
  • Standing stock still, his s/o had to convince him to walk further into the store with him, but he was so nervous he found it hard to do anything but stay still.
  • “Pick out anything you want, I want to wear whatever will make you happy, whatever you would enjoy the most. And I’ll buy it. This is all for you.”
  • He needed a minute to collect his thoughts that immediately went to a less innocent mindset, before he nodded slightly and bravely walked further in the store.
  • It took some prompting, but he eventually wasn’t so embarrassed as he saw other couples probably with similar intentions as his s/o’s.
  • And after some thought, he had decided on an outfit that he thought would compliment them the best, and could only think about how much he wanted to see them in it.
  • Picking a forest green, lacy and transparent one piece, he paired it with a darker green short skirt and white thigh highs, before handing it to his s/o to take up to the register to purchase.
  • Although he was nervous to be there, he could only think about how amazing they would look in what he picked out for them.
  • After paying and bagging the new outfit, they head out the door. Prompto grabs their hand and starts off to home at a faster pace than their leisurely walk they had been on before.
  • “Someone in a hurry?” They say with a chuckle.
  • “Of course! So let’s hurry home.” He says with a slight blush to his cheeks again, but you weren’t gonna complain. When you surprised him with things like this, he was always easily excited to see them through.


  • Unlike most, Gladio was very straight forward and wasn’t afraid to show his attraction for his s/o, even in public.
  • So that morning they had asked if he’d like to accompany out for a little shopping, being they had a day to themselves for once.
  • Gladio shrugged, not minding the idea of strolling through town in the shops with them, he hadn’t much else planned for the day.
  • So the both go into town around noon, walking through the streets with his arm around his s/o’s waist, pointing out things of interest.
  • As they walked, his s/o noticed a little shop up ahead that they knew would be a good idea to check out again with a certain boyfriend that had accompanied them today.
  • “Hey Gladio, I thought we could go check out that shop over there.” They say, pointing to a store Gladio didn’t recognize. But he agreed nonetheless, seeing no harm in looking inside, and it was his s/o’s idea to walk around and check out shops anyways.
  • They stepped inside and as soon as Gladio got a good look around, he let out a hearty laugh before turning to you with a wide smirk that showed off his teeth.
  • “Its like you know me too well babe. How did you know I wanted to get you a new outfit?”
  • “You mumbled something the last time, the other night, so I thought we could come check out this shop, and I’d let you pick out whatever you want.” They say with a wink, motioning to the store with a wave.
  • “You’re the best.” He takes their hand and walks along, scouring through the store for possible new choices he had yet to see them in.
  • There was a large selection but in the end, he found something he had the most pull towards. A black, lace up corset with matching black panties, and fishnets that he just couldn’t say no too.
  • Knowing him well, as his s/o passed by another section, they picked up a pair of heels to before heading to check out and buy their items.
  • And once his s/o’s items were bagged, he took it for them and headed back outside into the street.
  • All the while, Gladio whispered things he would do once his s/o got back home and was able to model their purchase for him.
  • It was his s/o who grabbed his hand and walked in a fast pace to get back to their apartment.
  • “If you end up ruining this new outfit like the last, you’re buying me two new pairs.”
  • “Well you better start deciding what you want when we go back there again in the next few days babe. Because you know I won’t hold back.”
  • There was no objection from his s/o as they hurried home.


Sunny Days-chapter 12

Sunny Days- Masterlist

Summary- Sunny’s first few days at The Sanctuary

Word Count- 3K

Warnings- Smut and Language

Author’s Note- Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this story and want others to see it. It really motivates me when I feel like people are actually invested in the story. Also, feel free to send me asks about the story and I will answer anything that’s not a spoiler. I love it when people ask me things about the characters that I haven’t even thought of yet. Helps me flesh them out more. 

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Negan established a routine for the two of them over the next few days. Setting a few boundaries and expectations for her would help her transition into her new life. He’d waked up early and quietly pick out an outfit for her, laying it on the foot of their bed. He’d gather dishes from the day before and leave them outside the office door in the hallway for someone else to deal with…they always disappeared before he returned. He’d dress and get ready in the office then leave and check in with the Saviors for the overnight reports. He’d make the rounds then end up in the cafeteria getting yet another tray set for two. By the time he’d make it back to their suite, she’d be dressed and ready for the day. He always looked forward to seeing how she looked wearing the outfits he chose.

Her second day, he set out a black garter belt, thigh highs, and some platform stripper heels he scavenged from a sex store. No panties. No bra. As he set the tray down, she walked out of the bathroom. She walked slowly with a little wobble every now and then, her hips swaying, naked breasts bouncing. Her dark hair pulled into a pony tail. Her pussy outlined by black lace. His dick went instantly hard. His mouth dry, wanting to quench his thirst between her legs.

Sunny walked towards him and gently pushed him down into the chair. “How do you like my outfit?”

“Fuck, princess. You look good enough to fucking eat. Turn around let me see that sweet fucking ass.” His fingers ran through his scruff. He shifted in his seat, his cock straining against his pants.

Sunny turned and peeked at Negan over her shoulder, watching his eyes darken as he drank in her body. She stepped back between his legs and lowered herself onto his lap, leaning back against his chest. She draped her legs over his, spreading herself on top of him. His hands immediately traveled over her body. One stopping at her breast squeezing the soft curve, pinching and pulling her nipple into a hard taut peak. The other skimmed down the flat plane of her torso, touching the intricate pattern of the lingerie before his fingers slid through the hair on her mound reaching her smooth wet slit. She moaned when he spread the wetness he found over her folds covering her delicate pink flesh up to her throbbing clit. He pinched the bundles of nerves causing her to arch and push herself into him. His fingers thrust into her wetness stretching her to accommodate the thick digits. Her hips rolled grinding her ass on his dick as his curved his fingers inside of her.

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Blurred Lines

Originally posted by daehyeons

Pairing: Daehyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count:  3.7k

Warnings: Daddy kink, voyeurism?, sexting… 

A/N: This took forever I’m sorry. I hope you guys like it! Thanks again for voting!!

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TITLE - Christen the throne

SUMMARY -  On your one year anniversary you decide to  surprise your husband with your filthy side .

WARNINGS -  EXPLICIT SHIT , smut , fingering , blowjob 

PAIRING - Thor x reader

WORDS - 2.5 k +

A/N -   This is re- post since I deleted it the first time . 

Taw @supersoldierslover you are amazing and I am very grateful for you . Thank you so much .


This was requested by @marveloussssworld . I tried my best since I usually don’t  write for  Thor . But I hope you like it Leelee.

365 . 365 days that you had been married to Thor Odinson and tomorrow was your anniversary.

You were born to asgardians and you had lived with your parents all your life . Your father worked for the King of Norse Gods Odin  while your mother was a painter by profession . Since your childhood you were quite familiar with King Odin’s castle . You visited it quite often with your father . You thoroughly enjoyed the vast expanse of the hallways, the beautiful gardens and the scenic view from the high balconies .

It was at the age of 14 that you had first met with Thor , King Odin’s son . He was a rather well behaved boy unlike his brother . Long blond locks that you would run your hands through for hours a day speaking about the most silliest of things . Years of being together and quite inseparable you had both realised that somewhere along the road you had fallen for each other .  Love between a heir of a dynasty and a commoner was not appreciated . It took days of convincing until one day ,  Kind Odin for the happiness of his son , accepted that you two belonged to each other .

Your love that originated from childhood innocence grew into one of unbreakable bond of adulthood . You remembered how your feelings changed for him over the years .

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Wrapped-Peter Hale Smut



  • Peter smut where he is always dominant and you show him you can be as well.
  • The reader is dominant, peter smut

Warning: smut again. What is it today with the smut ones ? hahaha sorry( not sorry )

Peter Hale could be described by a long list of adjectives, of which more than half , had a negative meaning.

One of them would be ‘’Dominant’’.

You didn’t really mind at first, in fact it was part of his charm and one of the aspects you liked about him. Demanding, needy and yet stiff and proud. The sex was great, and by great you mean really. Really great.

Even though you used to consider yourself quite dominant as well, you never had enough will to stand up to Peter. Whenever it came down to the two of you , you would always surrender to submission.

‘’he’s got you wrapped under his finger.’’  Derek told you as you sipped some hot coffee down your throat.

‘’That is a big fat lie. ‘’ you answered back and Derek raised an eyebrow at you.

‘’ look, I don’t want to be the one saying I told you so, but I don’’t want to be the one picking up the pieces after he’s done with you either..’’ Derek said heading towards the door.

‘’ that, my friend is not an option. Your uncle and I are purely physical. ‘’ you finished your coffee.

‘’ he might be.’’ Derek claimed paying closer attention to your heartbeat.

‘’nope. Me as well. I’m telling you. It doesn’t get more physical than that. Like purely, animalistic, rough attraction expressed in the most physical way possible-‘’

‘’ right. I’ll just go delete that image from my head , and you can keep telling that yourself.’’ Derek exited the room leaving you to wonder.

You didn’t really have any extended feelings for Peter other than lust and want. That was a condition you set to yourself before you even allowed him to touch you. But when he did , it became a sweet addiction.

What if Derek wasn’t only referring to what you two had in terms of relationship? But what if he meant it in terms of sex. You could easily lose Peter to someone more experienced. He always made you feel amazing, but it was always him who took the initiative.

‘’wrapped around his finger.. huh.!’’ You repeated Derek’s words, trying to convince yourself that everything was alright. But doubts and worries, had already been planted in your mind.





Peter had just returned from a stroll at the woods. You heard the key entering, and then the familiar sound of the doorknob being twisted. He could smell you in the house and he smiled at the thought of you two being alone. His big smile turned into a smirk when he also smelled arousal and anticipation.  He climbed up the stairs to the bedroom, wanting to change his clothes. Before he could enter the room, he heard your breathing patter and realized you were in there as well .

‘’Hello Y/N-holly shit!’’ He exclaimed at the view in front of him.

You were dressed in only a pair of black see through garters, red lipstick, your hair messy and a bit tangled from running your fingers through them too much. Your toned skin exposed at him.

‘’ that is one way to end the day.’’ He commented smirking and getting straight to business. He took off his shirt and attacked you with his lips, but before his tongue could race against yours you pulled away.

‘’ I want you Peter.’’ You exhaled, kissing him again, leading him towards the bed.

He kissed you back and started squeezing different parts of your body as if you were his toy. With your kisses you managed to lead him on the bed , finally lying.

Then you pulled back once more and before he could process what was happening, he felt a tight knot on his wrist.

His left hand was tied on the head board with the laced panties you would be wearing. He raised an eyebrow at you.

‘’ what are you doing ?’’ he asked, biting the inner of his cheek.

‘’shut.’’ You lips landed on his. ‘’ up’’ you mumbled against him. He chuckled and pulled back to stare at you again.

‘’ if you’re going to do this. Do it properly., My right hand is still free.’’ He winked at you and you chuckled using the matching bra to the panties to tie this other hand.

You didn’t want this to end. It was the first time you had the upper hand and you had to make sure it would be worth it.

You spread your legs against his thigh, your core touching his jeans as you rubbed your pussy against it, wetting the fabric.   After a few more seconds you climbed off of him and stood up.

Peter’s eyes were focused on you as you stood across of him smirking.

‘’what’s wrong ?’’ he asked you. You smirked a bit more before sitting on the armchair across of him.

‘’ Y/N ? ‘’ he questioned your actions but his eyes widened when you pulled out a vibrator.

‘’Don’t’’ he strictly said.

‘’ you’re not the one giving orders tonight.’’ You whimpered as you lowered the toy to your pink needy core, spreading your legs to give him perfect view of what you were doing. That image of yours pissed him off.

He hated it. He hated how a plastic thing got to enjoy the tightness of your pussy, and not him.

‘’stop using that.’’ He demanded, getting more pissed by the second. You shut your eyes enjoying the feeling of the vibrations sent through your body moaning a bit.

He hated the thought that this might had been pleasing you better than he could.

‘’STOP !’’ your eyes flattered open because his voice came out in a rapsy roar and you looked at him to see his eyes had turned blue.

You turned off the vibrator and climbed onto the bed again.

‘’ do you want to do it yourself ?’’ you asked and he nodded, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. His wondering needy eyes were giving you all the confidence you craved , for what you were to do next.

‘’as you wish.’’ You giggled and climbed on top of him. At first he thought you were going to ride him, but then his eyes widened as you kept going further up and up until your core reached his face.  You took a last glance at his lips to see them smirking before you lowered your centre onto his mouth.


He waisted no time. Enjoying the confidence in you as you were sitting on his face. He shoved his tongue as deep into you as he could, the warm air exhaling through his nose tingling your clit. You arched your back and let your head fall back to the feeling. He bit on your inner thighs as he kissed and sucked onto you.

You started rolling your hips against his face giving him access to please a wider range of your body. But then before you could cum, you raised your self back up. Leaving his lips wet and hungry.

You lowered yourself down to his erection and unbuckled his jeans.

‘’ Fuck..’’ he let out as you took his shaft into your hands pumping it. You bended over the cupboard next to the bed and grabbed one of the ice cubes you had earlier brought. You placed the ice cube in your mouth and bit on it, breaking it into smaller pieces. Your previously burning mouth was now icy cold, as you wrapped it around him, flicking your tongue against the tip. Peter rose his lower pack , turning his hands into fists and furrowing his brows.

‘’ good girl’’ he moaned as you kept sucking his dick and caressing his balls. You felt him growing even harder and wider in your mouth and you pulled away.  You climbed onto his member with your back turned to Peter.

‘’ I want to see you.’’ He whined, you pulled your hair on one side as you slided onto himself, slowly bouncing.


‘’ not tonight baby.’’ You moaned as you focused on pleasing yourself. Rolling your hips on him, allowing him to go deeper. He attempted to thrust into you by bucking his hips up but both your hands landed on his thighs forcing him down.

He stared at your back, and your ass as it landed against his skin. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to touch you. He shifted, gaining enough strength to release himself from the knots. But you were displeased at his actions. You turned around. Pinning his hands down, You still on top, but leaned down so that your tummy would be touching his. Your hair in one side , your lips inches apart from his. Even though they were parted, you brushed them against his own earning a gasp as you kept bouncing.

Seconds later you felt a tingling sensation building down in your stomach and soon his warm cum was dripping down your thighs.

You allowed yourself to fall on top him. He chuckled and caressed your hair. Trailing patterns on your back while staring at the ceiling.

‘’ God Y/N, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.’’he breathed out sweat dripping from his forehead and you smiled proudly to yourself.

‘’ on your face Derek’’ you whispered.

‘’what ?’’

Wedding bells (requested)

Pairing: Seungri x reader

Words: 4646

Warning: *SMUT* all the way through. If you are too young to read this, or for some other reason shouldn’t read it, please don’t do it. 

Note: This got a lot less romantic than I planned, but hey, what can you do. It is not beta’d, as I no longer have anyone to beta- read my smut. If you want to help me out reading my filth, then hmu, I will be eternally grateful. <3

The faint smell of flowers in the air, the bright sunlight glittering through panes of glass, creating patterns on the floor, rows and rows of loved ones, a lovely bouquet, and a dress fit for a goddess, these things were just as you had always dreamed it.

The music playing, as you took step after step, faded into the background, as you laid eyes on the man standing at the end of the isle. He wore a tailored blue suit, with a white shirt, and a blue tie that was bound to be discarded sometime during the evening. The wide smile on his face, took away all the nerves you had been struggling with for the past few hours, ever since you woke up on your wedding day.

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Workplace *Andy Biersack Imagine*

Mid afternoon on a weekday was the busiest time, yet slowest of the day. No matter how much work you did, it seemed like an eternity before an hour passed by. Files after files and phone call after phone call was getting repetitive and boring. You used to love your job to bits, but as of late, it’s felt like the same old grind, because it was. You didn’t see a lot of growth and opportunity in this place, or a change in routine. You considered looking for a new job, but you worried that you wouldn’t find something that was as simple as what you already had and paid the same salary, if not more. Office jobs could be a dragging cycle.

The only reason why you bothered to show up to work most days (other than needing money to support yourself) was to look at your boss, Mr. Andrew Biersack. You’ve had the hots for him ever since he interviewed you for the position some time ago. You remember it perfectly; he sat across from you in his desk, with one leg crossed over the other in an all black suit, tattoos peeking from under his jacket sleeve. He asked challenging questions and even critiqued you on your responses. It was almost like he was trying to teach you how to interview properly. If it were anyone else giving you that unwanted criticism, you would’ve fired back at them. You were confident in yourself and had amazing presence and an outstanding resume, you didn’t need anyone’s help! Anywho, you were so lost in his beauty and dark appeal that you didn’t bother take in what he was telling you. After he had then hired you on, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting him ever since.

Every day he’d come by and tell you hello, or good morning. He’d often times buy you lunch if you were too busy to take your actual lunch, and give you little gifts on holidays and your birthday. Andrew wasn’t a bad boss by any means, nor was he rough and difficult to get along with. He was rather stern, though, and held high standards for his employees.

Not a day went by that you weren’t fully turned on by your boss. Countless times you’ve sat through his meetings and presentations feeling your panties dampen. Your nipples would ofted pucker through your thin button up shirt, practically begging for his attention. You wanted to fuck him, and each day you’d sit back and wish you had the courage to approach him, hoping he’d take your bait. It was almost unbearable at times. You’d pull your skirt up a little further, unbutton your shirt a little lower, just praying he’d look at you long enough to get a glimpse of your succulent body.

Just as any other day, you were cramming to get stuff finished before your deadline at the end of the week. Really, you just wanted to call it quits for the day at the office and finish your work at home. You didn’t want to be there and didn’t care to look at everyone else. Today had you in one of those moods where you didn’t want to do anything besides lie in bed all day, buried under the covers.

If you thought that today couldn’t get anymore grim, it was brought to your attention by Andrew himself that he would be needing to be speaking with you in his office as soon as you’re able to. It didn’t seem like a very inviting email from him. It came across as if you were in trouble.

“Ms. (Y/N),

I’ve recieved some complains from other employees that I’d like to discuss with you one on one. It seems that we may need to go over workplace policy to correct the issue to ensure it doesn’t happen again.

Thank you,
Andrew Biersack.”

“You’ve got to be fucking joking!” You hiss to yourself. A complaint?! A complaint about what?! You didn’t do anything wrong! The only complaint is it’s boring as all hell here and you’d much rather lose out on your pay for the day instead of sit there for eight and a half hours!

You save your document on the computer and write down a few things to remember on a sticky note before making your way into his office. As your walking down the hallway, hearing your heels click against the gleaming marble floors, you catch your reflection in one of the big windows. Your skirt was much tighter and shorter than usual, almost revealing the tops of your thigh high stockings which were held up by a sexy garter belt. Your top squeezed your upper body in all the right places, making your chest pop more than usual. Smoothing out your attire, you adjust your bra a little to accentuate your cleavage. If you were going to take a visit to the boss’s office for being naughty, you may as well give him a show, right?

Once you’ve made it to his door, you take a deep, calming, breath, then softly knock on the door.

“Come in.” He says from the other side.

Gently opening the door, you peek in, seeing him type away on his computer. His eyes quickly dart over at you, then do a second take at your seductive figure.

“Oh my…” he says to himself.

He clears his throat, then to ask you to please have a seat. You do so, never taking your eyes away from him.

“Is everything alright?” You ask.

“I suppose so, yes.” He turns to you, resting his forearms on the desk. “Do you know why I had called you in here?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“This isn’t the most uncomfortable conversation to have, so my hope is that this will be the only time we speak of this. I’ve had a few employees make complaints in regards to your attire. It seems as though I need to give you a reminder about our dress code policy. If you need more detail, there should be a file on your computer, as well as every computer about workplace policies. If you do not have it, I can send it to you as an attachment in an email.”

“No, wait- what’s wrong with my attire?”

“It’s… how do I put this? A little too risque for a working environment. Perhaps not for an outing during the evening, but for work we need to keep it a bit more appropriate. I hope you understand.”


Andy huffs, leaning back into his chair. You knew exactly how inappropriate your choice in clothing had been today, you just didn’t expect anyone to actually tell on you. You just want to hear him describe in his own words what makes you appear to be so “risque”?

“I can see bits of you that can be a bit distracting.” He leans in, lowering his voice “I personally do not mind it. But it is my job as your employer to enforce policy and procedures.”

You nod in understanding, when you soon get an idea. Standing up from the chair, you sit in front of him on his side of the desk, swinging your legs back and forth a little.

“Ms. (Y/N), what has gotten into you? You’ve never acted out this way-”

He’s interrupted by you pulling him forward by his tie and placing the sole of your heel shoe over his chest.

“I’ve always had a thing for you. Ever since day one, I’ve wanted to sleep with you.”

Andrew is taken by surprise, unsure of what to say. He didn’t object to what was going on, either. If anything, he was interested to see how far this would go.

“I won’t tell anyone if you fuck me. This is our secret.” Your tongue darts around your lips, glistening their pouting form. The sole of your heel travels downward to his crotch, barely pressing onto his hardening bulge. “What do you say, Mr. Biersack?”

“Mmmm… please, call me Andy. I’d be more than happy to pleasure you, Ms. (Y/N), after all, you deserve it. You’re my best employee. Fun to look at, too.”

“Oh yeah? Do you ever think about fooling around with me?”

“I try not to. I tend to keep my work life strictly professional. But there are times where I’ve tugged myself a few times at home thinking about you. You’re a very, very beautiful young woman, I will admit.” His hand trickles off, rubbing up your thigh under your skirt. He gets to the lace of your thigh high when he then pulls his hand away. “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay. I’ll let you touch me wherever you want. I think about you doing it all the time”

Accepting your invitation, his hand follows the pathway of your nylon clad leg. It’s silkiness guided him to the underneath of your skirt. He feels around, snapping the band of your garter belt, then feeling the smooth patch of skin around your pelvic area.

“No panties, Ms. (Y/N)?” He smirks, pushing his finger past your dampening folds.

“They had gotten wet earlier, when I was thinking about you.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“All the time. I sometimes won’t wear panties to work because I know they’ll get ruined.”

“Mmmm… we can’t keep letting this happen, can we? Let me see if I can help you.”

He tugs your skirt off, discarding it below. His hands push apart your thighs, allowing him to see everything. He watches your pussy become wetter by the second, grazing your outer lips ever so lightly with his fingertips. Your walls contract, gaining eagerness for his touch.

“Delicious.” Andrew kisses your leaking area. His lips place a wet kiss on top of your clit, having it pulsate when he invites it into his mouth. It twitched and trembled against his expert tongue, yearning for him to give you more. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Of all the things you fantasized about him, you never expected him to be this good at giving tongue. It flickered in and out of your quivering hole, often making rounds to your inner walls. You clenched yourself onto his tongue in attempt to keep it inside of you, but he had found a way to squirm out. All it took was a few flicks to your g-spot to have you open back up to let him out. But, that didn’t stop him from pushing his strong, wet, muscle in and out of your pussy. Andrew enjoyed your taste, unable to get enough.

“You know,” his head rises above your hips. “I shouldn’t be eating so many sweets.”

His cheeky comment turned your face bright pink, much like your clitoris that his tongue had just made friends with. Andy lets you up off of the desk, taking your hand. He removes his shirt and blazer, leaving him in nothing but his tie and trousers. His hands fumble with the belt buckle, preparing for what’s next.

“I want you to stand in front of that window and show the city how sexy you are.”

Standing in front of the window, you put your hands on the crystal clear glass and gaze downward at the hectic traffic. You wondered if anyone could really see you from that high up, or if anyone in the surrounding buildings could see you too. Andy stood behind you, stroking himself off to your naked form. He’d always be the one to sneak a peek at your ass, or tits when you weren’t paying attention. He felt that a woman such as yourself didn’t need to wear clothing. Something as enticing as you was a sight to see, no need to cover all that up with clothing. He’d think about how he’d have you if you were in his house. You’d never wear clothing, always naked 24/7 and free to ride his face whenever you want. He’d treat you like a goddess, and pleasure you like one too. He’d do anything you wished, all to see and feel you orgasm time and time again.

While you’re enjoying the view, he presses you forward onto the glass, then pulling your hips backwards into his groin. You shudder a bit at the cold against your nipples, but soon ease into it. Andy rubs his tip against your entrance, teasing it around a little.

“We’re gonna make all of these people watch us fuck through this window.” Andrew says through gritted teeth. His large hand cups your throat, firmly gripping it. “I want everyone to watch me screw my hot little secretary, to show them how I treat pretty things like you in my office.”

His tip pushes through, then the rest of his legnth plunges in slowly. He’s a snug fit inside your tight ring. You stiffle out moans, pushing harder against him, giving him more entrance. You won’t stop until you’re fully stuffed with his dick and ready to cum deep inside of your pussy.

“Mmmm it barely fits.” He nibbles your earlobe while he thrusts in and out of you. “I almost though I would’ve had to use your other holes instead.”

“I’ll let you fuck whatever you want, you’re in charge, ah!”

“Yeah? Just like that? I should have made this your interview, fuck!” His hands squeeze your hips as tight as he can, surely to leave markings the following day. “I wanna make you my personal assistant now. You’ll almost never leave this office, always in my sight… think about how much I’ll get to fuck your horny little pussy in here.”

“Uh… Uh-huh.”

“I won’t tell anyone. That can be our secret.” He teases, reaching around to rub your lower abdomen. “You’re so good. Look at you, taking all of my dick like you should. God, would you be upset if I decided to cum inside of you? Then fuck you more after?”

“Nuh-uh… do whatever you want to me, just please make me cum!” You were too lost in pleasure to even think about what he was saying. With each word he said, he pounded you deeper and deeper, nearly hitting your cervix. Anymore and you’d probably fall over onto the floor.

You whine “Mmmm take it out, please!” Your legs begin to quiver and feel like jelly as you hit your peak. Andy fucked you even faster and harder to help you ride out your orgasm. Once you’ve been able to collect yourself. You turn to face him, greeted by a wicked smile on your face.

“God damn you’re a fucking freak.” His fingers play with your nipple. “Get on all fours. Now.”

Obeying, you get down on your hands and knees, letting him slip himself inside of your mouth. Your head bobs back and forth, covering as much as you can of him in your saliva. The combined flavor of him and yourself was savory. It felt raw, filthy, and flat out whorish to do, which compelled you to take him deeper down your throat.

Andy sluggishly walks backwards towards his desk. You follow him, crawling on your hands and knees with his cock in your mouth. Your eyes never leave his while you devour his meat. The back of his thighs hit the desk. He pinches your nose while you suck him, limiting your breathing.

“Maybe that’s what I ought to do with you, give you a little collar with a leash and a puppy bowl, since you’re willing to crawl around on your hands and knees for me and let me treat you like my bitch.”

You couldn’t help but moan at the thought of being his pet. Being a good girl for your master, sucking his dick under the desk while he works away. Putting a ball in your mouth to shut you up while he fucked you. It all seemed too good.

“You’re nasty, aren’t you, Ms. (Y/N)? You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Mmhmmm” you respond with your mouth full.

“Anything, huh?” He pushes your head down, taking it all the way down your throat. You begin to gag, then he pulls you back by your hair. You cough and sputter, eyes watering. All you can see is his plump lips in a twisted grin.

“Let me see your tongue.”

Your tongue is stuck out all the way. Andy strokes himself a few times before thick, hot, streams of his cum coat it. You swallow it all without thinking twice, savoring his taste.

“You’re an obedient girl.” He slaps his girth over your cheek. “Clean yourself off and we’ll talk.”

Andy helps you up, aiding you in getting dressed and handing you a box of tissues to clean up some of the mess. He does the same, dressing himself and wiping up.

When you’re both back to normal, for the most part, he pulls you onto his lap, pecking your cheek.

“You’re a lot of fun, (y/n). What do you say if we go out for a drink or two tonight?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great. Let me grab my belongings and we’ll go out. My treat to you, Lovely.”

You both stand, him placing one of his spare jackets over your shoulders, as he puts his on. He grabs a few of his things, then follows you to your desk to grab your purse. On your way out to the parking garage, he offers you his arm. You take in in confidence, having an absolute celebration on the inside from getting what you have always wanted during the past few years.

Special encounter II Pt. 1

very first fanfic. please be nice~

It happened how every impossibilty began. As the most beautiful lazy day. Warm weather, lots of people and the most special encounter you ever had inside a changing room. The idol you and your best friend had always dreamed about standing right beside you watching as you just changed into some black lace lingerie. Panic in his eyes as you decided to help him escape.

Originally posted by yoonmin

word count: 3.5k

genre: angst/fluff (???)

“Okay, y/n, this is absolutely horrible! If they see you in this they might just call the security”, Ann, your longest and naughtiest friend told you as you turned around showing her your choice for the upcoming event you were certainly nervous about. You both were running from one shop to the next in finding a matching outfit that would suit your taste. Unfortunately you haven’t found one piece of clothing to wear and with every new turn you took in the shop’s mirror the frustration in you grew. You was looking for new underwear but most importantly for an outfit to wear as you and your best friend was attending a fansign. Well as time flew by hopelessness found its way inside your head, too. Why would you even buy new clothes for such an event? You had plenty acceptable things that matched you even better than everything you had put on all day so why wasting your time?

“Ahh Ann it is impossible for me to fit in those little things you show me!”, your voice was a little gruff as you turned around to see how Ann waved just a small piece of black lingerie in front of her. She wiggled her eyebrows and winked as she pushed you back into the changing room.

“Honey”, she started as she began to close the curtain of your large booth, “If you don’t find anything today I’m going to chop your head off. We ran since this morning and to be honest I’m losing my patience.” You heard the exhausting exhale she took and felt a little sting in your chest.

“I’m sorry”, was all you said as you remembered that she should at least try to be a voluntary help.

You both had been friend for nearly ten years. Through thick and thin was just another level because this saying had other dimensions in your relationship. As you were always a loyal and caring friend of hers she often did things that could have ended your long-lasting relationship years ago. In school you two were inseparable, always looking for a little trouble that most certainly originated from her side. How often you were called in the principals office. You had lost count to be pretty honest. It was a funny time you had before Ann and you hit puberty. As she grew up to be more and more rebellious you tried to be the calm friend who always carried her out of her problems what seemed to be impossible. One night at the age of fifteen Ann forced you to your first party ever. So far so good until Ann told you her plans. She stole weed from her older sister and as she took it right at the party it escalated quickly. Not that you two were the only minors but the guys were way to into Ann especially after she was  baked like a cake. You lost sight of her as you made your way back to were you two had been after a quick call you gave your parents. The state you found her in was one you often had nightmares about. Ann laughing and crying like shit at the same time as she was fucked by a drunk guy on the balcony of the house. Blood ran down her legs but she did not mind. The only choice you had was to overwhelm the pervert so you grabbed an empty bottle that lay on the floor and hit him so hard he tumbled and lastly collapsed at your feet. After this incident Ann spoke no word to you for weeks. She was embarrassed of herself and about what she had done to her holy virginity. This information was presented to you nearly two years after what happened but the shivers never left you because she was so dear to you. Sure thing this was one of your most horrible evenings ever until you two were in your second year of High School. Love was just something you experienced. As you can predict it was Ann who your first boyfriend cheated with and after that your friendship was clearly ruined. Time flew by and after hours of discussions you two were as close as before. Ann´s antics grew with every year and today as you both were now twenty she had half of the boys´population of the college you visited together. But closing your eyes to such things became a habit of yours and right now you did not really care as long as you had your peace. And this is why you chose her to accompany you as you looked for sexy underwear and an outfit for the occasion tomorrow you and Ann would visit.

You inspected the little panties as well as the dessous Ann had chosen to put you in. The last hours you were the one to pick out the clothes. As these were just disappointments Ann took the sails in her own hand. They were beautiful yes but your mind was telling you that all the lace was just not you.

To your surprise it fit really well. From the black lace dessous to the garter belt. You felt quite nice in it and a little smile sneaked to your face. Maybe this was what you could compromise yourself about. Missing was just a cute pullover or top and your day was saved.

“Ann!”, you shouted.

No response. Wasn’t she at her place right in front of your changing room? Your eyebrows pulled up you discovered that she was not were she was a few minutes ago. Had it taken so long for you to put these on?, you thought. Eyes scanning the room you found her at the cashier´s side.

Was she for real?

You gesticulated for her to return but she shook her head. Her mouth formed a ‘Just change’, before she gave her full attention to the tall guy in front of her.

A small laugh escaped your mouth as you shook your head as well. She was unpredictable, seriously, she texted you right as you began to open your bra.

‘Guess it was a success, Honey. Now change and we look for the rest tomorrow. This cutie is buying drinks tonight so I have to go. Love ya, Honey’, was what she send you. One last look outside the booth you saw as she waved seductively at the guy behind the cash out. She was leaving for real. Sometimes you were annoyed but as you had what you wanted it was okay.

A short while you just stood there again contemplating if you would buy those or just leave it as you usually would. But you were torn out of your thoughts as a dark figure slipped into the small room of yours. A shriek got stuck in your throat as the stranger pressed a hand onto your mouth.

“Please just be quiet!”

Panic rushed over you. What was going on? Did nobody see that someone just came in your changing room? What was the guy behind the counter doing?

“Ahh please! I don´t want anything from you. I’m just fucking hiding”, he repeated.

Should you kick him in his weak spots? Or was the desperation in his voice holding you back? Why weren´t you moving?

Just then realisation took over your features as the man turned his head in your direction. Black hair framing a lightly tanned face with almond-shaped, dark eyes that you so knew like your own. Not even the black mask could hide that you knew were plump red lips.

It was not anybody who was holding you right at this moment. No, it was someone you admired for years. Someone who you were supposed to meet tomorrow. Nobody else but Park Jimin was standing next to you. The idol of one of your favourite groups. Park Jimin had his hand around your mouth standing so fucking close to you. Not anybody was just hiding in your changing room, no. It was Park Jimin. Your head started to spin so much that at that time you even forgot that you were only wearing a permissive and light bra and lace panties.

“God, I’m so freaking sorry!”

His voice. In your panic you did not recognize it but as you knew who you were standing next to it hit you again. How could you not hear the melodic tone of his angelic voice? You called yourself his admirer? Pathetic.

“This is so embarrassing. I just don’t want these freaks to find me”, Jimin’s voice trailed off as he looked at you for the first time. Just then he pulled away from you. “Sorry, so sorry!”

A whisper nothing more was heard as he tried to cover his eyes. His cheeks turned a shade darker than usually as he swallowed hard. How was this situation possible? Why was he the one hiding in a changing room with a girl who wore nothing more than underwear and looked so fucking good? He cursed himself for being so stupid to run into the next thing he might have a chance to hide from those ‘fans’ whom chased him for hours already.

Shook you also looked at him. What were you supposed to do in such a situation?

The first thing you thought about was covering yourself with something. The next one was just a quiet whisper. “I-it’s okay. I know who you are so it’s okay.”

In slow motion he lowered his hand and watched as colour flushed your cheeks as well.

“Please just let me hide for a bit. I will be gone in no time, I promise!”, his desperate voice trailed around in the now way too small booth.

A hasty nod was all you could bring yourself to. Flustered was not a word for how fast your heart was beating. You were afraid that he might hear it because of the small distance that separated the two of you. His smell ensnared around you like a bonfire. The sweet but virile fragrance of his cologne filled the booth at no time. You caught yourself getting a little closer to the idol next to you. How could someone smell so intoxicating? Closing your eyes was a good idea because now you had the chance to think straight for a short while.

Wasn’t it better for him if he stayed here and you looked for those ‘fans’? Was that too much? Or would it be better if-

“I’m feeling like a pervert for comig inside your booth”, the man next to you whispered again. He seemed to be even more bothered by this situation than you and at that time your thoughts clouded.

You inhaled deeply before speaking. “Listen. Turn around I will change. Then I’m going to look for a way to get out of here. Just stay put and don´t feel like a pervert.”

To your surprise your voice sounded calm and confident. Proud of yourself you turned around to grab your clothes. As you did Jimin looked in the opposite direction of you.

“If I say you can come out you should ready yourself to run, understand?”, you said now ready to leave. Putting on your shoes you heard as a group of people screamed outside your changing room.

“Fuck..”, Jimin exhaled. You could hear that it was not normal for a celebrity to be afraid of his fans.

Determined you got out of your comfort zone and put your hands on the mans shoulders to turn him around. He was one head taller than you why you had to look up to see that he also looked at you. At this non existing distance you could see that his eyes really had the colour of the darkest brown like the dark chocolate you so loved. His fragrance was surrounding you again and at that point you could not think straight. Had you ever been so attracted to someone? Because at this exact moment you thought about kissing him right then and there if he would have been a normal human. Someone who whose face was not present on TV or on posters everywhere. But then you would not be any better than the crazy freaks he tried to hide from.

He coughed slightly and avoided his gaze as time started to run again. Even more blood rushed to both of your cheeks as you stood there your hands still on the mans shoulders.

“Thank you.” A light shiver ran down your spine at the situation you brought yourself into.

Adjusting your clothes a last time you pushed Park Jimin a little more inside the room. A last short view on the beautiful most stunning man and the guy of your late night sessions you turned around to sneak a glance through an opening of the shop’s curtain.

A small amount of people stood at the entrance of the shop. Maybe eight or nine girls furiously looking around for the man you were hiding behind yourself.

Before you could step out a hand held you back.

“You shouldn’t do this. They are freaks. If they see that you actually helped me they will go wild”, Park Jimin said in a low tone. His furrowed brows showed that he was really worried. No wonder he was told to have one of the hugest hearts on earth.

An encouraging smile appeared on your face. “Just stay in there. I’m doing fine. So no worries and let me handle it.”

With that you stormed out.

The girls seemed not to notice as you walked around them to let out a loud scream: “Oh my god! Isn’t that Park Jimin?”

All heads turned in your direction a girl came rushing to you. Her small hands held your arms harder than you thought.

“Where? Where did you see him? Spit it!”

Inside you were shocked but on the outside you just pointed a finger in the opposite direction of the shop.

“He ran down this alley. We should hurry!” You used the word ‘we’ to seem not as suspicious as the girls watched you. With a final gaze in your way they began to jump and run.

You waited a second until you could not see them any more before you rushed into the store again.

“GO!”, you shouted as you pulled the curtain in one go.

Wide brown eyes starred at you. Just then Park Jimin realized that it was you and not one of these annoying ‘fans’ that stood in front of him. And he could swear he had never seen someone as beautiful as you were. Flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, eyes full of determination and care. Slowly he stood up from the seat he had taken to go to the edge of the booth. He looked around to find nobody else but you and a pretty distracted cashier.

“Park Jimin, if you don’t hurry they might realize that I lied and come back”, you reminded him and pulled his sleeve as he did not move.

But this moment seemed to be going too slow because you could hear them. The running steps of a group of even more furious girls than a while ago. How the hell were they so fast?

“Well you fuc-”

You ran. His hand closing around your own. His trained body in front of you running out of the shop to the right side. Surprised you sped up trying to catch up with his large steps. At a corner you took another turn and another till you heard as the loud steps got quieter until nothing was heard any more.

You looked around exhausted from running to see that you had lost orientation. Jimin was leaning against a brick wall next to you. It seemed to be an alleyway outside of the mass of people. The silence around you was disturbed by both your heavy breathing. Your eyes flew to the idol who had closed his eyes chest heaving fast. A while you just stood there looking at the guy you had just met. Right now you had the chance to see that his face was red and sweaty from all the running you had to do. His expansive clothes were drenched so that the dark long sleeve stuck to his chest. His light blue ripped jeans were tight around his thighs and his black boots completed the simple outfit that looked so fucking amazing on him.

“I couldn’t leave you as the wolves came”, he finally said as he opened his brown eyes to look straight into yours. The heat increased in your cheeks while you tried to hold his gaze.

“At least you are save now”, you answered in a heavy whisper.

If it was not for the jog you just did it had to be the man in front of you who set your heart racing.

The first time since you met his plump lips turned into a smile. His eyes crinkled and a nearly unnoticeable dimple appeared on his fluffy cheek. After all this he could look so stunning, you thought as you nervously adjusted your drenched pullover.

Jimin took a few steps in on you until he stood just a few centimetres away from you. Your head was turned at your shoes because your face heated as he was this close to you. Even now your head was spinning with questions and curses directed to your destiny.

“I should thank you properly so mind if my saviour would tell me her name?”, Jimin’s voice was heard so gentle it melted the last bit of your already damaged sanity around him.

You began to stutter: “Y-y/n..”

“Sounds beautiful, y/n”, he smiled as his left hand got lost inside his pocket. “Then I have to thank you, y/n! Alone I would have been gone crazy to be honest.” Jimin laughed a little nervous as he told you thinking that he was incompetent. He was so flustered and embarrassed not just as he thought about his situation but about the incident how he found you. Half naked looking so damn good. “I have lost sight of my manager and I just did not know what to do.. And I have to apologize that I disturbed you like the biggest pervert on earth.”

A grin sneaked at the corners of your mouth.

“To be honest I was so embarrassed but I totally understand what you meant as you said that they are crazy”, you slightly laughed.

“Yeah, well.. I guess I have to go. Practise and so on..”

Scratching his neck he pulled his hand out of his pocket to give you some money. Confused you stared at him then at the amount of money he offered you.

“Uhm.. I..”, he stuttered, “This is for a cab. We are pretty far from any public transportations so it is fair to give you at least this little money. Not just as thanks but for your safety.”

The slight laugh turned into a more loud one as you looked at his flushed face avoiding your stare.

“Thanks but I only take the money for the cab.”

Panic took over him. “N-no! You have to take it. I feel so bad for ruining your day!”

“I hope you get home save. And no problem for today. It was quiet some fun to be honest. Meeting an idol, escaping and being peeked on. All in one day is pretty awesome.” A sudden adrenalin boost let you say those things while taking a few steps back.

Jimin seemed a little shook but started to grin at you as you took the money for the cab and turned around.

“Guess this is goodbye, y/n. Maybe we see each other some other time and not in a rush like this”, he shouted after you.

“We’ll see”, you turned around before you reached the corner and found a cab that brought you back to your dorm.

This day, and that was for sure, began very slow but in the end you thanked Ann for dragging you in this shop and for forcing you to stay all alone. Because right now all other thoughts were clouded with the image of this ethereal man that you helped to escape from a horde of freaks. And, as you sat in that car back to your house, you were quiet proud that you had not fainted at the sight of Park Jimin.

Maid Service

This is a story request from Devonne @dirtydolldevonne. Just a reminder if you’ve submitted a story request and I haven’t gotten to it yet, be patient. I will get to it. I’d say at this point I’ve gotten 60-70 requests. If you’re interested in being the subject of one of my stories, submit to me the following info: First name(you can give me a phony name if you don’t feel comfortable giving me your real name) Age(18+ please) Physical description. Include if you have tattoos and/or body piercings. A photo would be great but not mandatory) Sex stats. Important for the story. Include if you’re a virgin or fairly promiscuous. If you’re straight, lesbian or bi. Where would you like to be kidnapped from? Can include but is not limited to: Your home Place of employment College campus(or high school if you’re an 18 year old senior) A nightclub A Craigslist connection A phony photo shoot The beach The mall Spring break Any traveling outside the US What would you be wearing? Who would you like to be sold to. Can include but is not limited to: An underground bdsm website A Middle East sheikh A brothel in say Latin America or Asia A drug lord Used for breeding purposes Be a Hucow or pony slave Some specific story lines I’m interested in are: A catholic schoolgirl. Must be 18. Include a photo of you in your uniform or give a complete description of it A Hooters waitress. You’d probably be kidnapped from work. If you choose to send a photo, include one in your uniform. A cheerleader. Again if you choose to include a photo, one in your uniform or give a complete description. A mother/daughter combo. If you desire to be a the subject and you have a hot mom or if you’re a milf and have a hot daughter 18+ ************************************* Devonne was an 18 year old catholic schoolgirl girl in her senior year. She stood 5'6" 119 pounds with 32dd tits and long brown hair. After school a few days a week and sometimes on the weekends she worked at a lakeside resort as a maid. She would go after school dressed in her school uniform which consisted of a white short sleeve button down blouse with a collar wearing a navy blue sweater vest over it and a navy blue tie, a red and black kilt skirt just above her mid thighs, navy blue knee high socks and white with black trim saddle shoes. Her hotel uniform was a grey dress with the hem line above the mid thighs, white shoes and a white apron. Her job consistently included cleaning rooms, the hallway and banquet halls. What Devonne was not aware of was she had a stalker. His name was Hugo. A forty something fat and balding guy who would follow her from school to work and then from work to home every day. Devonne made his mouth. One day, Hugo decided to make his move. He rented a room at the resort. Devonne was also working that afternoon. She worked till 9pm. At 9pm, her shift was done. She went to the elevator to grab her stuff out of locker and go home. Hugo got in the same elevator. As they were going down, Hugo got a cloth and pressed it against Devonne’s face. All of a sudden, she was smelling something sweet. Devonne was struggling trying to get away. “Relax sweetie. Don’t fight it” advised Hugo, who was nonetheless getting turned on by her struggling. Unlike movies or tv, choloform sometimes takes several minutes to take effect. Hugo actually had to let the elevator go down to the second floor and then take it back up. Finally when they got to his floor, Devonne had passed out. Hugo dragged her back to his room. He put her on one of the beds and stripped her down. He replaced her work clothes with a corset, garter belts, stockings and open toed strappy heels. All her private parts were exposed.Then Hugo took ropes and first her wrists to each end of the head of the bed and her ankles to each end of the foot of the bed. She was now bound spread eagle. Then he took the panties she was wearing and stuffed them in her mouth and sealed it with duct tape. Then he took a cloth to blindfold her. After about an hour, she woke up. And immediately realized she couldn’t see. Or move her arms or legs. When she tried to cry for help, all that came out was; “Mmmppphhh!!!!!” “Mmmppphhh!!!!!” Then Hugo put the “do not disturb” sign on the door knob. Then he began feeling her up. Her tits and her pussy. Devonne was desperately trying to get away from him but her rope restraints would not allow her. Then Hugo decided it was time to relieve his sexual frustration and started fucking her. Again Devonne tried in vain to resist but again, her rope prison wouldn’t allow her. And what was even more humiliating was the arousal she felt as Hugo put his rock hard cock in her. How could she be aroused by this she thought. She felt her pussy muscles getting tighter. Of course Hugo came almost immediately. Long before Devonne which got her frustrated. “Don’t worry my dear, you’ll definitely get the opportunity to orgasm.” Hugo assured her. He then took out a hitachi wand and took some more rope to tie it around her waist and attach the wand to her clit. He turned it on low first and she was getting very frustrated trying to cum. It took about 10 minutes before she finally did. Then Hugo eventually had it on full blast. And then Devonne came and came again. And again. And again. And again. By the 4th or 5th orgasm, she was in orgasm hell and was begging for Hugo to shut it off. But Hugo wanted to see Devonne cum over and over again. At that point, Devonne’s only hope was to pass out. She finally did after more than two hours. ************************************* The next morning, Hugo got Devonne some breakfast. A bagel and juice. He removed Devonne’s gag so she could eat. Then she started screaming for help. At that point, Hugo took a knife and pressed it against her neck. “You don’t want to that. Don’t make me hurt you.” Hugo advised. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked as calmed down. “I’ve had my eyes on you for days. I’m thinking, what a great toy you’ll make. And judging from what I saw, you’re even better. And we’re gonna have some fun today.” “Please let me go. I promise, I won’t tell anyone” said Devonne as Hugo put her panties back in her mouth and again sealing it up with duct tape. ************************************* Hugo spent the day by the pool while Devonne was tied to the bed and the “do not disturb” sign was still on the door. Her co-workers were working in other rooms but the “do not disturb” sign prevented them from entering the room. She would try to scream and would struggle against her bonds. After a few hours, she fell asleep again. Of course, she had hoped that she was in a bad dream and that she would wake up in her own bed. Then late in the afternoon, she was awoken by Hugo. “Wake up, sweet princess. We’re gonna have a fun night tonight. Invited some friends over.” Oh god she thought. This can’t be good. After Hugo fed her dinner, he then adjusted her bondage position so her ankles were tied to the head of the bed and her legs were spread in an exposed and humiliating position. Then Hugo let his friends in. Then Hugo replaced the duct tape with a ring gag. That was so they could fuck her mouth without worrying about her biting. So all 3 holes were available. Their must have been 20 different guys their. Making her their cum dump. Their cock sleeve. For Devonne, at this point, their was nothing she could do but relax and enjoy. At this point, she had been Hugo’s sex slave for 24 hours. It seemed like at least days. When Hugo’s friends all left, he retied her ankles to the foot of the bed, again spread eagle and this time the hitachi wand was attached to the dildo on a stick and went through a night of forced orgasms. ************************************* The next morning, Hugo checked out. He first gave Devonne juice that laced with ghb to knock her out. She was placed bound, gagged and blindfolded in a garment bag. Hugo brought Devonne to his basement. He secured her to a bondage chair. When Devonne woke up and looked around the room. All kinds of torture devices. Worse than a lot of bdsm dungeons. Or even countries that practiced torture. “Hey sweet meat. You’re gonna love this room. I’ve had other girls here who loved it.” “Other girls” thought Devonne. “What happened to them?” To be continued


Originally posted by amnesiaforevor

Request: Can I please request 14 with Coach? It might just be my mind, but I can see that being a really good smut imagine… thank you!! 

#14: “Well, when I said we should get some stockings, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Author’s Note: I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS!!! I was hoping so hard that someone would request this with Coach because it just seems too perfect for him! Thank you to the lovely anon that did <3 I really hope you guys enjoy this one ;) Let me know what you think!!!

Warnings: Lanuage; this is pure smut…like I really got into this;  P O R N

Tagging @xteenwolfwritingsx and @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales because…well, it’s Coach ;)


“It looks wonderful,” I declared, smiling proudly at the fully decorated Christmas tree standing before us. A chuckle vibrated through Bobby’s chest and I glanced up at him only to find him nodding in agreement, a very small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“It’s nice,” he said, squeezing my body affectionately to his with the arm that was wrapped tightly around my shoulders. My grin grew even wider at seeing him in this good of a mood, something of a rare occurrence. “I think we just need some stockings to hang up and the place will be all set.” 

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The Escort- Part 8

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 8: Dean and the reader date. It’s just a fluffy, smutty snapshot of their life as a couple.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Word Count: 2600 ish

Warning: Smut

A/N: So we’re getting close. There are only a few more installments of this series. Thank you so so so so much for the love you’ve shown this story, and I can’t wait for you to see how it ends. XOXO


January was a blur of happiness. From the moment you woke up in each other’s arms on New Year’s Day, everything clicked. You spent the whole day in bed- having sex, talking about everything and nothing, dozing together- and you couldn’t have imagined a more perfect way to start your year.

And it only got better.

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When he punishes you [G-Dragon | SMUT]
  • G-Dragon
  • Smut
  • Request: smut with G-Dragon, when you tease him in the studio in which are also the other boys from big bang and when you come home he give you punishment..maybe some rough sex?

It wasn’t your fault that you had to do all that to get his attention.

You looked up at your tied wrists, restraining you from any movement.

Jiyong watched you struggle against the bedposts with a smirk.

“You need to be punished,” he told you, voice deceptively soft.

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Arianna Continued

This is a continuation of my fantasy for Arianna @arianna_t6984 on Twitter. Sorry this is taking so long. Have other stories I’m working on other stories I’m working on and also have other shit going on in my life. But here goes.
After we finished with the slave formerly known as Arianna on the treadmill we took it to the dungeon. The slave was already disturbed by the screams of torment we were putting other slaves in. We dressed it in a burgundy corset that exposed its tits. The slave had on garter belts attached to black fishnet stockings and the black strappy heels it was wearing when we acquired it. The slave was not wearing panties so her pussy was exposed. We attached its wrists to a spreader bar then attached each ankle to each end of the bar. We attached the spreader to a chain attached overhead and and lifted it so it was now in suspension bondage. We attached clamps to its nips and pussy. We finally put a head harness ball gag on the slave and it was ready to continue its training.
We put Mistress Sydney in charge of the slave’s first training. She wearing a black leather corset that exposed her tits and pussy with black stiletto strappy heels.
“Hello cunt. Look at you. All hung like the piece of meat you are”
The slave clearly felt the indignation of being referred to as a piece of meat. She soon would learn it was the least of her problems. Mistress Sydney first chose a flogger. She applied it all over the slave’s body.
“Mmmmppphhh!!!!!” As the slave screamed in torment.
“The only thing worse than being clamped is when you pull them off.” As Sydney pulled the clamps off the slave.
Mistress Sydney then switched to a riding crop and concentrated mainly on the slave’s pussy and tits which were sore from the clamps.
Arianna was now in tears.
“Your tears and screams get me horny. Such a dumb whore. A brainless cunt.”
After about a half hour, Sydney released the slave from that particular position. Then she put it in suspension bondage in an x-shape. Gave it some smacks on the ass and then removed the slave’s gag. Then Mistress Sydney grabbed cane which brought a sense of horror to the slave.
“Here’s the deal slut. I’m going to give you 20 strokes with this cane. After each stroke, your to count each stroke and say thank you Mistress Sydney, may I have another. If you miss count or you fail to say thank you Mistress Sydney, may I have another, we will start all over again. Do you understand?”
The slave didn’t answer.
“Do you understand cunt?” As she grabbed the slave by its hair and slapped it in the face.
“Yes” replied the slave in tears
“Yes what?” Again pulling its hair and slapping its face.
“Yes Mistress”
“Yes Mistress who!” Again hair pulling and face slapping.
“Yes Mistress Sydney”
“You’re an absolute pea brain. When ever you address me, it’ll be as Mistress Sydney. Do you understand!”
“Yes. I mean yes Mistress Sydney ”.
“Time for some meat tenderizing.”
Mistress Sydney took a few steps around the slave going in circles. One of the best ways to torture a slave is to make them wait and anticipate what’s going to happen. Sydney faked a few times making the slave flinch. Then finally. Whack!.

"Ouwwww!!!” One thank you Mistress Sydney!“

The Mistress then waited a minute then

"Two thank you Mistress Sydney!!”

About 2 minutes faking it. The slave was totally petrified. And there were still 18 strokes to go. Whack!

“Three thank you Mistress Sydney.”

Then the Mistress then gave 2 whacks simultaneous and the slave was trying to stay caught up but after the 9th one she forgot to thank you Mistress Sydney.

“Oops, you forgot to say thank Mistress Sydney. I guess we’re gonna have to start over”

“No please, you got to go slower ”

“Cause you’re such a stupid cunt”

Mistress Sydney continued. The strokes eventually reached into the 90’s. Then Bruce and Rick walked in. The Mistress decided to let the slave show its cocksucking skills. First Rick put his cock in her mouth. She thought of trying to bite it but she knew the punishment she just received would pale in comparison. After a couple minutes, Rick came in her mouth.

“That’s it whore, swallow it all.”

Bruce took his turn. When he was ready to cum, he came in her face.

Then Mistress Sydney decided she needed relief.

“Lick that pussy bitch”

Come on that’s the best you can do?“ As the Mistress gave it another slap in the face and grabbed it by the hair and smothered its face with the Mistress’s pussy.

"Yeah. Get that tongue deep. Yeah. Ooh. Oooohhh!!! Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!

When the Mistress was finished she took the slave down from her suspension. It’s legs felt like jelly.

"Ok slave. Time to do some horse back riding.”

Arianna was like “what does that mean?”
Whatever it was, it had a bad feeling. Turns out horse back riding was a ride on a wooden horse. Rick and Bruce grabbed the slave and dragged her on the horse and locked her in a metal device that secured her wrists to the ends of the device which also secured her neck. Her ankles were tethered and stretched out to each side. The ball gag was put back in her mouth and nipple clamps put back on. Then the Mistress started flogging it.

The Mistress left the slave on there for an hour. The marks on it were visible but would heal after a few days. Mistress Sydney was masterful at inflicting maximum pain without permanent damage.

Next we put the slave into a strappado so it was bent over and also rope around its neck attached to the ceiling and crotch rope attached to the floor. Then Bruce, Rick and myself all forced our cocks in its mouth. And we did that for an hour and also fucking it in the ass.

After that was done, we gave the slave water in a dog dish and handcuffed it behind its back so it was forced to drink with its mouth. Of course it was very degrading the slave but it was so thirsty that it felt it didn’t have a choice. The slave’s thoughts were strictly about survival. Again we were limiting the slave to water as the first 72 hours, it was being subject to food deprivation.

Then we took the slave and locked it in a metal bondage chair securing wrists, ankles and neck with metal restraints and securing leather restraints around its body. Then the slave was forced to watch on a big screen tv the slave’s mantra which would remind the slave that it was just that. And a fucktoy. Just three holes to be used and abused by men for their pleasure. It would also contain a lot of subliminal messages that also reminded the slave of its situation. Although in one case, this was relaxing because it got to sit down. But basically the slave was being brainwashed. There were electrodes attached that would activate if it fell asleep with a nasty shock.

After 3 hours, we released the slave who’s legs were very wobbly. It was time to retire it. We brought it to a device called an arch back. We would secure the the slave’s wrists, ankles, neck, waist and above its elbows. It was gagged, blindfolded and the only thing it would hear is its disorientation tape. A vibe would attached to its clit for edging all night. A butt plug was placed in its ass, a wired metal dildo in its pussy and alligator clips to its nipples that would activate an electrical shock if it somehow managed to fall asleep or orgasm. This was the second night of 72 sleep deprivation that we subject the slaves to. And the water we give them is laced with a stimulant that heightens their sexual urges. It was another night of torture for the slave.

The slave formerly known as Arianna had just completed its first full day of slavery. It seemed more than a day.