Chapter 1
One-Shot: “Submit to Me”
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook (Master) x Secretary!Tae
📍Kinks: Dom/Sub, powerplay, obedience, light restraint, control, begging, office desk tension, dirty whispers
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The office was quiet after hours.
All the employees had left hours ago—except Tae, still perched at his desk outside the CEO’s office, legs crossed, glasses low on his nose, deliberately typing louder than necessary.
He knew Jungkook was still inside. He wanted him to hear every click.
Wanted attention.
Wanted... punishment.
He got it.
The door creaked open.
“Inside. Now.”
Jungkook’s voice was low, sharp, final.
Tae blinked up at him innocently. “Oh? Is Master calling for me?”
That earned him a look—and a hand around the back of his neck the second he stepped into the office.
“You wore this tight little outfit just to act out, huh?” Jungkook whispered against his ear, dragging him close. “You think bratting at work’s a good idea?”
Tae swallowed, heart pounding. “N-No, Master... I just—”
“You just what?”
Jungkook had him against the wall now, fingers curling around his jaw, forcing Tae to look at him.
“You just wanted my attention?”
His lips brushed Tae’s.
“You wanted to be handled?”
His voice dropped, eyes darkening.
“You want to be used like my obedient little toy on this desk until you forget how to walk, baby?”
Tae whimpered—he couldn’t help it.
“Yes, Master...”
“Then get on your knees.”
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Tae dropped without hesitation.
The office lights were dim. Just enough to cast Jungkook’s towering frame in a shadow as he looked down on him—buttoning his sleeves slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
“Put your hands behind your back. Good. Now open your mouth—no hands unless I say.”
Tae obeyed, knees pressing into the carpet, lips parting with a soft whine.
Jungkook slid two fingers inside, slow, letting Tae taste him.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this. Mouth wide open, dripping before I’ve even touched you.”
Tae moaned around his fingers.
“You don’t speak unless I ask a question. Understood?”
He nodded, cheeks flushed.
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Jungkook undid his belt with a snap.
The sound echoed like thunder in the quiet office.
He pulled Tae up by the collar and bent him over the desk, cheek flat on the cold surface. Tae could see his own reflection in the glass monitor—red-cheeked, eyes wide, breathing heavy.
“You know how many rules you broke today?” Jungkook whispered, lips brushing his ear.
“N-No, Master...”
“Hmm. We’ll count them out. One stroke for each. And if you’re good... I’ll let you come on my desk like the desperate little thing you are.”
Tae’s chest pressed against the desk, heart thudding like a damn war drum. He could barely breathe. Jungkook’s fingers grazed down his back, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of his spine over his shirt.
“You’ve been such a fucking brat today,” Jungkook growled, rolling his sleeves up past his forearms. “Ignoring orders. Showing off in meetings. Sitting with those pretty thighs spread like you wanted me to see.”
“I—I didn’t mean to disobey...” Tae whispered, cheeks burning.
SLAP.
A clean, sharp spank landed across his ass, making his whole body jump.
“Don’t lie.”
Another slap. Harder.
“You knew I’d snap. You wore these tight little pants knowing I’d bend you right the fuck over this desk and put you in your place.”
Tae whimpered, voice soft and shaky, “P-Please, Master...”
“Oh, now you’re begging?” Jungkook’s hand slid up into his hair, grabbing a fistful. “Didn’t sound so obedient when you were mouthing off to me earlier.”
He pulled Tae up just enough to speak into his ear. His voice was low, full of heat.
“Tell me what you want. Word for word.”
Tae’s eyes fluttered shut. He could barely think, barely form the sentence with how hard he was throbbing.
“I-I want you to ruin me, Master... I want to be used. I—I wanna make it up to you...”
“You wanna make it up to me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then say it.”
Tae bit his lip, blushing to the ears, but obeyed:
“Please, Master... fuck me on your desk... use me... make me yours again.”
Jungkook groaned at that—deep and guttural, like he couldn’t wait another second.
“That’s my good boy,” he whispered. “Now don’t move. Hands flat. Chest down.”
Tae obeyed instantly. The weight of Jungkook’s palm pressed between his shoulder blades, holding him down. His breath hitched when he felt cool fingers pull his slacks and underwear down in one swift tug.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
And soaked.
Jungkook hissed between his teeth. “You’re fuckin’ dripping, baby... and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
Tae’s thighs trembled. “I—I’ve been waiting for Master all day...”
“Yeah? I bet you were grinding in your chair like a pathetic little slut while you typed up my reports.”
Tae’s face burned. “Y-Yes...”
“Good,” Jungkook growled. “Then this won’t take long.”
He spread him open with both hands, slow, firm—making Tae whimper.
And just as he pressed his fingers in, teasing...
Click.
The office door locked shut behind them.
“You’re not leaving this room until you’re empty and ruined, baby.”
The door clicked shut.
The room was heavy—air thick, charged. Tae’s breath caught in his throat as Jungkook pressed against his back, one hand gripping his waist, the other dragging slow, filthy circles over his bare skin.
“You’re shaking already, baby,” Jungkook whispered, lips brushing Tae’s neck. “That needy for Master’s cock, huh?”
Tae moaned, head falling forward. “Y-Yes, Master... I need it... need you...”
A dark chuckle. “You’ll get it, but you’ll earn it first.”
Jungkook shoved Tae’s chest flat to the desk again, pressing down between his shoulder blades. Tae gasped as his hips arched up automatically—obedient, perfect, just how Master trained him.
“Good boy. Hold still.”
He spit in his hand. Slowly, deliberately. The sound made Tae whimper. Jungkook reached down, coated himself, and pressed the thick tip of his cock right at Tae’s tight entrance.
Tae’s legs trembled.
“Say it,” Jungkook growled low. “Beg for your punishment.”
Tae gasped, voice high and trembling.
“P-Please, Master... punish me—fuck me for being a bad boy... fill me, use me... break me if you want, just please...”
“Fuck, baby...” Jungkook hissed, voice tight. “You’re gonna take every inch and thank me for it.”
He pushed in slow—inch by inch—watching Tae’s fingers curl against the desk, moans turning to soft cries.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take it.”
“Ah—M-Master—too much—”
Jungkook grabbed a fistful of hair, yanked his head back. “You can take it. You were made for this. For me.”
Tae cried out, but nodded, voice cracking: “Y-Yes, Master... made for you...”
Jungkook groaned. That sound—that voice—it was his fucking weakness.
He started thrusting—slow and deep at first, grinding into Tae like he wanted to carve his name into every inch inside him. Each snap of his hips sent papers flying off the desk. Tae’s moans were soft, wrecked, echoing off the glass walls.
“Say it again,” Jungkook growled. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master—only you!”
“Louder.”
Tae sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m yours, Master—yours—”
“You fucking are.”
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He fucked him harder now.
The sound of skin slapping, furniture creaking, Tae’s cries growing sweeter, louder—more desperate. He was gripping the desk like it was the only thing anchoring him, tears running down his cheeks from the pressure, the pleasure, the overwhelm.
Jungkook leaned in, voice feral, “You’re gonna come untouched. From my cock alone. Like the good, ruined little slut you are.”
Tae cried out. “P-Please, Master—I’m close—I’m so close—”
“Hold it.”
Jungkook’s hand wrapped around his throat, not tight, just enough.
“You come only when I say.”
Tae was gone—sobbing out moans, whimpering, completely fucked stupid, voice hoarse.
And when Jungkook finally growled “Now,” Tae shattered—crying, shaking, clenching so tight around Master’s cock Jungkook nearly lost control.
He fucked him through it—harder, deeper, claiming every inch.
Then he growled through gritted teeth, “You want my cum, baby?”
“*Yes, Master, please—*fill me—mark me—make me yours...”
With a deep, guttural growl, Jungkook slammed in one final time and spilled inside him, gripping Tae tight like he was afraid he’d disappear.
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They stayed like that.
Tae slumped over the desk—trembling, full, used—and Jungkook slowly pulled out, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“You did so good, baby...” he whispered. “So fucking perfect.”
Tae whimpered, “T-Thank you, Master...”
Jungkook smirked, slipping his fingers between Tae’s thighs—feeling the mess, the heat, the aftermath.
“Don’t move. You’re staying like that for a while.”
Enjoy babygirls💋
