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𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 《 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 》 : 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

「 there’s more than meets the eye with HIM 」

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : BDSM, heavy dom/sub dynamic, master/slave dynamic, dubcon/cnc, age gap, wax play, bondage, impact play, degradation, temperature play, marking [ feel free to add more ]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : landing a spot for your internship program, you found yourself entangled with a handsome yet burdensome boss and at the same time, charming master in the club.

The first time you stepped into the exclusive club downtown, you knew there laid a whole new world where only some people could see it. Never mind about being a regular, taking a peek inside the grand building was already more than enough for most.

But, thanks to your little connection and a bit of cash you had, it wasn't hard to be a holder of a silver card—one of the highest ranks one could achieve here and only a rank below the gold and two below the diamond, a rank that was only passed down to a family member of the founder of this club—something that even money and power couldn't attain.

To ensure your anonymity, it was a must to wear a mask and change your clothes inside the changing room beside the entrance before going to the lobby and ballroom to mingle with the other members. "This way, miss," a waitress led you to the hall before serving you a glass of champagne, pulling a chair for you as you scanned the room to find someone to spend tonight with.

Of course, it didn't apply to everyone. Some people in this probably had a contract and submitted only to one master when they felt connected and trusted each other after a while, forging a new bond on the paper under the supervision of the club themselves to prevent any trouble that might tarnish its reputation.

As one of the members who didn't have any contract, yet, you were here to find a master, hoping there was someone who wouldn't force you to submit like the last one—shuddering at the thought of submitting to someone unable to control their emotions and so easy to provoke.

A quiet screech from the chair beside you pulled you back from your daydream, finding a tall young man with half of his face covered by a black, expensive Colombina mask—looking at you through his thick lashes behind it. "Do you mind?" You shook your head, finding yourself intrigued and attracted to the mysterious man with a low voice, flashing you a halfhearted smile as you placed down your now empty glass.

"Even if I say no, you would still sit yourself, sir," you replied, getting chills down your spine as he chuckled lightly at your answer, propping his elbow against the table while resting his right cheek on his fist. "Correct," he replied, taking strands of your hair before watching them slipping away in-between his fingers languidly.

"You know, miss," he tilted his head slightly, looking at your hair—almost mesmerised at their appearance, "your hair reminds me of spider's threads," he snickered lightly, ruining your image of him. Yet, there was no hint of insult, he stated it as if it was a compliment one always receives in their daily life.

"When I was a child, there's this myth, saying how each thread a spider makes represents hope and fragility—and if they're combined and tied together, they can cast out bad lucks," he continued, keeping his eyes on your luscious lock of hair and then placing his hand on your upper arm, giving it a slight squeeze before standing up from the chair, blocking your view. "And maybe, you'll be my lucky charm for tonight," he looked down, hair casting down a shadow that covered the side of his face, giving you a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

"Come to the fourth floor if you're interested. I will make sure that it's worth it for you," he let your arm go before walking upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded and almost losing your composure at the domineering aura he exuded so easily. "That was interesting," you muttered under your breath, looking at the fourth floor while thinking about how important this man was to have an access to the highest floor in this building.

You spent the rest of your night without doing any much, finding none of these people were entertaining or at least, decent enough to spend a night with. "Should I?" You gulped down your spit, threading your fingers through your hair as his voice ringing in your head, wishing your touch was enough to replace his lingering one.

Faint steps of your expensive Louboutin echoed through the soft, burgundy carpet; hiding your thumping heartbeat as you stood up in front of his room. "Here goes nothing," you knocked on the door and slipping into the room once you got permission to enter, taking one last glance behind your back before the door completely shut you off from inside.

The room was unexpectedly simple, there was no extravagant decorations nor expensive furniture made from sandalwood. There was a single king-size canopy bed with dark emerald green curtains and two nightstands beside it with a small table lamp on top on the left nightstand. "Take your clothes and mask off." His back was facing you and his tone was icy cold, making it hard for you to believe it was the same man who called you his lucky charm without knowing your name.

"It's not permitted to take one's mask off."

"Not when a diamond told you to do that, lowlife."

His voice dripped with venom, no honeyed words nor sweet smile accompanied it. Just pure menace and will to put you in your place as a lower class.

"How should I address you?"

"Master or sir will do, little one."

You went quiet for a while, thinking about leaving the room and telling the receptionist that you didn't feel safe around this man—meaning he wouldn't be able to meet you again even if he held the highest rank in this building. But, a little part of you were curious about how much you could do to push his button and how long he could last before you found someone else to be with next week.

After stripping your outfit down, you were hesitant to take your mask off; feeling suspicious of his motive and also curious about how mighty a diamond was as the direct descendant of the founder. "Done," you placed your mask on the nightstand, walking in his direction while wrapping your arms around your sides, avoiding his eyes when they scanned your body from top to toe.

"On your stomach," he gestured to the bed as you laid down on your back, burying your face into the group of plushy pillow, waiting for his next order or move. Without any warning, he put on a blindfold on you and shushed you from making any voice without his permission, massaging your sides and digging his fingers into fat of your thighs.

Pressing his lips behind your ear and below your jaw, his nails gripped your figure tighter and let his hot breath fanned your nape, watching it turning red like the tip of your ears with a lazy grin, noticing how affected you were by these simple touches he made.

"Should I continue with you here or leave you asking for more next time we see each other?"

His voice was low, but it was enough to make you scoff in frustration as he pressed your body into the bed, dipping both of his knees beside your body while trying to memorise your face and any distinctive features of your body, running his fingers over your ribcages before grinning from ear to ear once you let out a whine, already know the answer to his question.

"I'll be in your care from now on." you bowed your head, taking a deep breath as your first internship program began to start.

As a daughter from a rich family, it was easy to land a spot in a big company—especially when it was owned by your parent's friend. The time your third year started, your parents had offered some companies that might help you with your grade and connection, asking some of their friends for some recommendations before giving the list to you.

Lucky for you, Choi Enterprise gave one of the highest position an intern could have and they also had stated in the contract that they'd give you a big amount of monthly payment with some bonus if you were willing to work as their eldest's personal secretary; something that even you wouldn't be able to ignore.

So, when you decided to take the offer and introduced yourself as the heir's personal secretary, you didn't know what kind of life that would you be led to once you saw him for the first time.

Due to his position, he had to leave Seoul at young age before coming back from the States to continue his family's business, finding most of it to be a nuisance and something he started to hate—giving him more reason to despise it when he's told that his parent's friend's daughter would work under him as his personal secretary for her internship for three months.

"Three months, huh?" He flicked the documents away before slamming them down his desk, looking at your unflinching figure with hatred and anger because he couldn't scare you, "it's quite long."

For you, three months were too short for an internship program. But, for him, it was too long because he would be stripped off from his freedom and work from nine to five or maybe more for the whole week without any break or some entertainment on weekends for the whole season.

"I'll take my leave now, sir."

You muttered under your breath, hating yourself for calling someone else with that nickname when it was reserved for him only. Lower lip jutting out before stepping out from your boss's office and entering yours, letting out a deep sigh after closing the door behind.

Taking your heels off, you massaged your feet and rolling the stockings down before putting them away, checking for any bruises or cuts after walking and standing on them for hours. Trying to apply some ointment over your cuts on the heels, you couldn't help but let out a huff and tossed it away on your table, finding it hard to treat your injuries inside your current outfit.

Sitting on your leather couch, you couldn't help but cursed under your breath before finally able to treat your injury, slumping against the seat while looking at the calendar in front of you, realising how bad this internship could get even when there was nothing wrong with the job.

The first day wasn't bad, but it was pretty boring for you. Some co-workers asked if the manager was hot or not, only to leave you alone when you wouldn't give his number (which you didn't have) to them, saying you were keeping him all to yourself.

Most of time you would spend hours in front of the computer, managing his schedules and also answering calls from other branches before bringing him his favourite coffee, finding it dumped into the trash bin because he wanted to drink tea one day. "I will buy you tea later," you replied, turning on your heels before he stopped you, motioning you to walk in his direction before giving you a stack of documents, asking you to throw them into the shredder.

Without asking much, you decided to do what he said before stepping out from his room, not knowing what kind of information they held as you put them inside the machine, leaving the rest of it to continue your work.

"What the actual fuck!"

If the walls can hear, you swore that they'd wish that they weren't able to because your boss was currently more than pissed at your negligence when a board meeting would be held soon and his reports were reduced to ashes, no lead and no collection of memory of it getting lost.

For the first time ever, you were actually scared of him. He was always mad at you, but this time, it was justified and you didn't know what to do to fix it. "I will print it again!" Walking to your computer, you were sure that someone had cursed today because it went dead and needed to be fixed for, at least, five days while the meeting would start in less than a week.

You weren't lying when you said you had to stay inside your office for three days straight while working on his reports to take a responsibility over this matter, letting out a loud groan before printing them and placing them on top of his glass desk with a smile, feeling actually proud for yourself to do this without your parent's help.

As a reward for finishing these documents, you decided to finally pay the club a visit after going MIA for the whole month, hoping the mysterious diamond would be there to see you again at the hall or maybe inside his room, if you were lucky enough.

"I have to go now."

Running his eyes over your smooth legs, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel guilty for treating you in a harsh way when you were only a college student in their internship program yet landed on someone like him as your boss.

But, he knew it was the only way he could do to make sure you spend more time with him outside the club, enjoying every second as he turned you into his little obedient secretary, one who couldn't even question his decision or bother to check if the documents were truly gone. "What a dumb girl," he chuckled under his breath, looking at your perfect reports and comparing them to his messy and half-assed one, hiding them deep inside his drawer to avoid any suspicion.

Putting on his coat, he informed the receptionist about his personal business before leaving his office and going down to the parking lot, staring at your empty spot few cars away from his—realising that you had probably gone to the club before him. "What if she didn't go to the club, though?" He put his hand on the wheel, shaking the thoughts off his head and driving straight to the club, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of you, looking like a pretty dove as usual.

Entering the club, he made sure to fix his mask and straighten down his shirt, looking at the dance floor for any sign of you from the upstairs. "I thought she'd be here," he propped his cheek against his fist, eyes wouldn't leave anyone in white attires, wishing one of them were you before letting out a sigh of disappointment.

Twenty minutes before the clock strike twelve, he found the familiar sight of your mask, one that looked like a matching pair of his. The dress you wore hugged your upper arms and waist tightly, leaving some space as they fell gracefully from your figure, clinging onto you as you entered the hall without any effort to be noticed.

"Been a while, yes?"

Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, guiding his hand to the small of your back before leading you into his room, fulfilling his promise to you.

There was no significant difference inside, except for the dark emerald waistcoat on the armchair, resting on top of a document. You weren't able to see it under the dim light inside the room, but Yeonjun knew his way and pinned you down against the sheet, pushing the dress up to your waist, running his thumbs along your inner thighs.

Spreading your thighs while keeping you in place, Yeonjun dug his nails into your skin before peeling your panties off slowly, staring at the semi-translucent strings before throwing it to the corner of the room. "Did you touch yourself on the way to here?" With a small nod, you confirmed his suspicion and earned a harsh slap on your folds, clit pulsing slowly before his thumb rubbing it almost incessantly, leaving no time for you to take a break nor processing whatever was happening right now.

"Face down, ass up."

Yeonjun was able to reduce you to nothing and if it didn't turn you on so bad, maybe watching him having a full control over you might work. His fingers pressed down a certain spot inside you, making you arched your back as he grinned at the sight, enjoying every curves and crevices of your figure.

Rubbing your ass gently, he took a candle on the nightstand before burning the tip, letting the hot wax dripping down to your back to test the water. He knew it'd be cruel of him to hurt you, but if he had a chance to do everything to your body for his pleasures, he'd always snatch it right away.

"M-master!"

You sobbed, shaking slightly underneath him as the burning pain kept you in your place. It started slow and easy, making you hissing slightly once it touched your back before it getting higher and closer to you sensitive parts. Hips, thighs and ass — you knew he purposely avoid the spot where you need him the most to intensity the pain.

Yeonjun stopped when the candle had lost most of its shape, running his thumb over the sore spots on your body after peeling the wax off and placing soothing cream over them. Examining each of them thoroughly, he made sure none of them would leave any marks or long-term injuries, giving you a sight to lay down a bit for a small break.

"Colour?"

"Yellow."

He gave you a nod, taking a glass of water before cradling your head in his arms as you drank it down. Placing the glass back to the nightstand, you couldn't help but snuggle up into his chest, feeling the warmth he exuded as he held you tight — almost forgot about how he treated your body few minutes ago.

Giving him a hint that you were ready to continue, you peeled yourself off his chest while staring at his belt, shaking the thought off your mind—which didn't go unnoticed by Yeonjun as he took it off and securing your wrists with it.

"Now, be a good whore for me and take whatever I give to you." He hissed into your ear, snapping his hips against yours with low groans leaving past his lips and the room began to be filled with filthy squelching noise and weak whimpers from you, trying to move your hands to find something to grab on as Yeonjun increased his pace.

"Stop it."

He landed a harsh slap on your thigh and buried his nose into your neck, pressing kisses and bite marks all over it—making sure everyone knew you were his only the time you left this room after he was done with you. Feeling your walls squeezed him tighter, he began to slow his thrusts down and pulled out, cumming all over your back—watching his seeds dripping down your thighs to the sheet, groaning at the sight while pumping himself again, not feeling like leaving you alone.

Not when you looked so sweet and vulnerable, on your knees and elbows while waiting for him to fill you up with his cums again.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @cherriruto @soobtnik @gyulz @y4wnjunz @nyfwyeonjun @rencarnationofangel @ddalggibyun @cha0thicpisces @/jungwons-crayola @sansluvr @yawnzzn420 @alienqbrain

txt’s secret dirty fantasies (18+)

ateez ver. | enhypen ver. | stray kids ver.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: some scenarios involve taboo dynamics and problematic behavior, read the individual warnings before each member’s scenario. gn reader. minors do not interact.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

yeonjun

warnings: switch!yeonjun, possessiveness, marking, mentions of spit and facials.

nothing drives yeonjun crazy like possessiveness does. he is already very protective over you and it shows through actions like telling you you’re his when he pumps his cock into you, holding you close and sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck when he’s close to finding his release, watching with satisfied half-lidded eyes whenever he has you on your knees again to paint your face with his thick cum. even the way he so easily gets jealous when you’re outside, his hand tethered to your waist and his eyes deep with quickly rearing envy.

and yeonjun just wants you to act the same way towards him, especially when you’re taking the lead in bed. he’ll take anything you give him as long as it makes him feel owned. write on him, spit on him, mark him, chase him, push and pull him, tell him he belongs to you, worship him in your own twisted way - anything that makes it known you want him not just for the night but for keeps. even when he’s domming yeonjun wants you to cling to him like you’ll take him apart with desire - claw at him, to look at him with that feral little glint in your eye, to wrap your legs around him and trap him inside, to beg him to be yours in that sweet demanding tone that has him groaning sweet promises against your neck before he sinks his teeth into your skin again.

soobin

warnings: sub!soobin, power imbalance, hints at reader being older than soobin, undernegotiation and secret relationships

he figures he’s always had an interest in people that were more than him. more confident, more intense, more experienced.

soobin knows now that he craves the rush he gets from a power imbalance. how could he not know when he continuously has the hots for his sunbaes and dance teachers, actively looks for older, kinkier partners when he has the time outside of work.

when you find soobin it quickly shines through that he likes it when you’re a little evil. it’s almost like the parts of you that you consider flaws - too sharp tongued, too honest, too dirty, too manipulative - are the exact things that draw soobin to you, reserved and coy in his approach but clearly offering himself to you until you can’t help but take.

soobin likes playing perfect angel for you stilk, just so you will corrupt him. he’ll tell you “you’re too mean” with watering eyes, despite barely being able to even draw in a whole breath before his next words are “i’m cumming”. he’ll frantically whisper “we shouldn’t do this,” despite eagerly sinking to his knees for you, waiting for a soft command or heavy hand.

make no mistake: soobin will get a bit snarky with you when he’s not in a horniness-induced lucid state. but it’s only because he desperately craves to be forced back in his place, to have you establish the dynamic once and for all with you at the top and him always below - willing to play into your wicked games until you decide he can’t keep up anymore.

beomgyu

warnings: dom!beomgyu, free use, oral (beomgyu receiving), degradation

beomgyu is very interested in the concept of free use. however: technically this thought barely has time to even become a secret, because there is nothing stopping beomgyu from sharing any and all horny ideas with you the moment they bloom in the back of his mind before any type of shame can even settle in.

so it’s not really a hidden desire that one of the many ways beomgyu wants you is sex slave style, on your knees for when he comes home, on your knees when he games until four a.m., on your knees for him when he’s on the phone just lounging on the couch - ready to let him use your throat whenever he pleases.

beomgyu wants to play around with the rest of you too though, prodding and teasing and pinching and slapping just to see how you’ll react. pushing the limits of your agreement to make you do nonsexual stuff too - just to get off to your obedience, no matter how small the task is, his hard cock pushing against your backside again as he crowds you in for a different type of service before you’ve even finished your ridiculous chore. all while calling you thos stinging, degrading names he likes to hiss so much, like you’re the gross one, like you’re the pervert in this scenario. and maybe you are considering how easily you twist and bend to fulfill every single one of beomgyu’s curious needs.

taehyun

warnings: dom!taehyun, complete sexual and non-sexual dominance, conservative roles if you squint?, idk how else to tag this

one word: control. sometimes taehyun just likes fantasizing about being able to take care of you in every way and a big part of that is simply getting a bigger say in what you do.

control over the way you dress (more appropriate outside, more seductive inside), control over what you eat (healthier), control over what media you consume (nothing that sends you spiraling), control over your health (it would be so much easier for you if he just scheduled your doctor appointments and monitored any changes), even control over what you get off to (there are things you say you’re not into now, but taehyun knows how much you’d learn to enjoy them if he just made you practice a bit).

it just makes sense to taehyun in those exhausting late nights when instead of being visited by sleep he keeps tossing and turning with his thoughts spiraling.

taehyun doesn’t actually want to force you into anything. he likes it the most - and he knows you like it too - when you just let go in bed and trust him to do what’s best for you, letting him manhandle you into the perfect position, cumming only when he tells you that the timing is right. taehyun rewards you with the best orgasms and the softest praises every time that happens. and you eat it all up - wide, glossy eyes filled with so much trust and devotion that taehyun can’t help but wonder if you aren’t secretly fantasizing about the same things as him.

hueningkai

warnings: perv!hyuka, mentions of stalking, masturbation

kai doesn’t really have a secret dirty fantasy. he’s too focused on his secret dirty behavior. he doesn’t think what he’s doing is bad necessarily - he’s not really stalking you or stealing. he just has a hobby of collecting stuff. your stuff. a gum wrapper, a hairtie, the spare key to your apartment that you aren’t missing just yet, a postcard you sent to yeonjun from vacation last year, a cinema ticket you threw away, a lock of your hair he cut himself one nerve-wracking night, a small bottle of your body wash, one perfect pair of panties, a polaroid picture of you and your friends from the many you have on your desk. kai has all of those treasures locked away in a drawer and looks at them daily. he knows it’s an uncommon hobby, but kai is too fond of it to give it up. he simply likes you a lot. so much the he sometimes gets hard just from being close to your things like this.

perhaps his real dirty fantasy is you finding his beautiful collection and appreciating it for what it is - validating him that his devotion to you is not strange, it’s romantic. maybe you would call him cute when your praise gets him hard, kissing his cheek when he shows you how well he jerks off to pictures of you.

maybe you’d call him gross if you knew. kai still feels the tip of his cock get sticky at the thought of you getting mean - flushed and furious, calling him disgusting and delusional. despite the pang in his chest that always comes with this scenario, kai can’t help himself but get worked up with a tight fist around his aching cock. he cries when he cums then, almost overwhelmed with shame when the waves of his quick orgasm subside, vowing to be different. but when he sees you again he knows he can’t stop thinking about you just yet.

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 🖤 I’m back from a year long hiatus 🥀 and I’ve rebranded! I was @yawnzzn420 , but am now @nocturnalfei ✧.* I look forward to finishing my Runaway (With Me) series and posting some new things I’ve been working on!

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