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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.

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aaaa my head is currently only full of incubus!yeonjun~ maybe your thoughts on it?

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yj who will purposely visit your dream, treating you like a princess as you wake up from your sleep, feeling disappointed before continuing your daily life and pray to see the same sweet man in your dream.

it'll continue to the point where he made you unable to live properly, buying unnecessary amount of sleeping pills just to see him again—living in the world he created just for you.

"pretty girl can't get enough of me, hmm?" he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, running the end of his tail along your folds before circling your clit, watching you trashing around underneath his broad figure and pair of wings, taking all your attention as he pushed his tail inside your entrance and promised you that he'll fuck you properly, muttering same words over and over because he couldn't get enough of the sight of you, creaming all over his tail and getting overstimulated as he pushed his length inside, ignoring your tears as his thumb rubbing your swollen clit—spending the whole eternity just to please you like how he is supposed to.

✧༺♥༻∞Kinktober Day 4

Yeonjun ft. Jeon Jungkook

Squirting +Mirror sex + Voyeurism

warnings: smut, squirting, mirror sex, unclear sex boundaries, there is slightly dubious consent about JK sitting in

Taglist: @taekookstata @owjohny @dickdeprived @lvefoolishh

word count: 1374 words

a/n: ik this is late. i'm shifting to my college dorm this week so it's a bit hectic. i'm gonna catch up though (hopefully :P)

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“They’re gonna know,” you whimper, glancing at the door, the wooden flooring cold under your ass, contrasting with the heat of the man behind you.

“They won’t,” Yeonjun’s tongue is sticking out between his teeth, a tiny peek of pink in the mirror which you glance at. “There are no cameras in this room, it’s for our personal use.”

“They’ll hear,” you gasp as Yeonjun’s fingers shove deeper in your pussy, two fingers deep already having worked you open already, slick fluid dripping down, pooling on the hardwood floor as Yeonjun fingers you, your body coiling tighter with each brush of his fingers against your nerves.

He nuzzles your ear, your back pressed against his chest and watches in the mirror as you lose your composure under his touch, watches your pretty thighs tremble when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles which has you arching your back, falling against him, your skirt bunched at your waist, your panties hanging off your left ankle, a pretty baby pink thing.

“Fuck- ju-junnie!” you moan, your hand scrabbling at his wrist, to press closer, to push him off, you don’t know. The knot in your belly is so tight, you’re on the verge of coming undone. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and the sight really hits you.

The practice room, Yeonjun’s concentrated look, the furrow of his eyebrows, how dark his usually soft brown eyes are, the sweat that sticks to both of you. The smell of his deodorant, the tense muscles in his biceps as he hitches you higher into his lap, makes you spread your legs more in the mirror like a wanton whore, putting yourself on display in your boyfriend’s company building knowing anyone can walk in, knowing that the door doesn’t lock from the inside, not after Kai got stuck in one of the rooms and missed a schedule.

Your fingers wander from Yeonjun’s wrist to his knuckles, your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Inside me, please,” you whisper, a choked moan following right after.

You pray no one comes here, especially not one of the juniors. You don’t want to scar them mentally for life. Yeonjun’s fingers plunge into your sopping wet hole again, a slick squelch audible as he curls his fingers inside you. That was your last straw.

You cum, toes curling in your shoes, body tensing as your pussy flutters around Yeonjun’s fingers, eyes fluttering shut when you see a sliver of black in your periphery.

Someone coughs behind you and then you freeze.

Yeonjun stiffens too, his arms snapping your thighs close with undue strength, making you wince and you turn, eyes widening in horror.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun’s voice is shaky, dumbstruck. Scared.

“You should lock doors, you know? Or do it in rooms that actually lock,” Jungkook states, fiddling with the broken lock on the door. His doe-eyes flick up. “Oh, don’t be scared, I’m not gonna tell anyone, kid,” he grins mischievously, keeping his eyes firmly away from your compromising figure, even now that your legs are closed, you are still acutely aware of your underwear on display for Yeonjun’s sunbae. The Jeon Jungkook.

You want to laugh. You also want to cry and bury your head in Yeonjun’s chest, ashamed. You move to tug up your underwear and hopefully walk away like this never happened in the first place. At least that’s what you try to do but Yeonjun’s hand catches your wrist.

“Do you mind if hyung watches?” Yeonjun asks abruptly, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jungkook’s swagger falter as well at Yeonjun’s intonation.

“What- watches what-,” you stumble over your words, gaze whipping back and forth between Yeonjun and a dumbstruck senior standing by the door.

“Yeonjun I don’t thi-,” Jungkook begins but is silenced at the pleading look in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Okay,” you say. “I don’t mind.” And though your hands tremble, a thrill runs through you.

The grin on Yeonjun’s face is Cheshire like, the way his eyes crinkle in an almost unfriendly way. Once, this had been a fantasy he had discussed with you and you had said yes.

“Do you mind watching, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, voice so honeyed, the way it only got when he was at his absolutely depravity.

Jungkook’s lips pursed up but he shook his head, taking long strides across the floor, coming to stand in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of what you have only ever watched in fancams or in passing before, the way the muscles in Jungkook’s calves shift as he crouches down in front of the mirror before sitting against it, eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Open your legs for hyung now,” Yeonjun’s hands press on the inside of your thighs, opening you up again. You see Jungkook swallow reflexively as Yeonjun pulls your skirt up, tucking it back into your waistband so it doesn’t fall.

“What would you like to see hyung?” cat-eyes flick up to Jungkook who glances between the bared pink slit and the hungry, almost feral glint in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Finger her like you were doing before,” Jungkook says, keeping his voice as steady as he could.

Yeonjun nods, tracing your folds with a cold index before coming to circle your clit the subsequent pleasure having you buck your hips into his hand.

“Look at hyung while I get you off, okay?” Yeonjun instructs pushing a finger in you. You could cum right now if Yeonjun sped up the slightest bit. Could cum with Jeon Jungkook’s eyes on your, so doe-eyed and yet no innocence, the clench of his jaw an indication of the restraint he was exercising.

Yeonjun kisses your neck, licking behind your ear; you shiver, more wetness pooling on Yeonjun’s fingers. He pushes in three which has you gasping, once again right where you were before Jungkook walked in, so close to orgasm. Yeonjun fingers brush against your g-spot again. And again. And again and you’re moaning, the pressure in your belly unrelenting and there is this other need. You feel like you’re gonna pee. And you really don’t want to in front of two guys.

“Ye- stop, Yeonjun,” you bite your lips, muscles tense, threatening to release you into an orgasm. But Yeonjun is too far gone, to indulged in the way his fingers glisten in the mirror when he pulls them out of you and then pushes the milky arousal back into your cunt, so fucking wet, wetter than he has ever had the pleasure of seeing you.

“Stop- junnie- I’m gonna cu-“ you whisper voice cut short by the fuse going off in your body. You cry out, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ while Yeonjun still continues fingering you unrelenting.

You hear a soft gasp from Jungkook, the unforeseen amount of wet you feel gush out of you as you climax, vision darkening, heartbeat thundering in your ears and so much fluid coming out of you, you are sure not all of it is just your arousal.

“You squirted,” there is wonder in Yeonjun’s voice. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His hand squeezing your thigh, massaging it while your limp body tried to regain its senses, utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know either,” you whispered, breath heavy, only now realising that the feeling of wanting to ‘pee’ was simply instinct to squirt. Oh my god Yeonjun made me cum so hard that I squirted-

Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, eyes on the puddle of clear liquid before flicking back up to your face.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he nods as though confirming his conclusions to himself and you feel suddenly even more mortified sitting in front of him with not a single piece of fabric covering your ass and yet dressed in shoes and socks.

“Next time I’m not just watching,” Jungkook says voice deep; promptly getting up and walking out the practice room, but not before you see the imprint of his cock in his joggers.

“I’m gonna make you squirt every single time now,” Yeonjun nips at your ear, massaging your thighs. “Gonna make Jungkook hyung watch again if that’s what it takes.