Warning: smut! possible infidelity, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, i wrote this with an age gap of AT LEAST 10 years in mind, also too much plot
Wc: 1.3k
A/n: happy thanksgiving i was supposed to post this in october D:
Intro to philosophy was one of the most boring and mind numbing mandatory class you had to take. Between the barely comprehensible readings and long lectures with terrible notes. The only thing that made signing up for this class worth it was the flood of comments previous students wrote about Professor Cha’s looks.
While philosophy was a difficult subject to study, let alone pass, at least there was something worth looking at to ease the stress.
And you weren’t that bad off during the first half of the semester. As the course became more invested in studying and comparing works of a different philosophers and authors, you grew more confused and your grades slowly dropped. After failing a test you decided to join one of Professor Cha’s tutorials or find a group for studying.
While the study sessions weren’t very helpful, always pairing up with other clueless students, the tutorials were even worse. A constant crowd of students taking up every seat to watch Dr. Cha work rather than learn anything. Yes, he was hot. He was one of the younger professors in the department, but some of us need to actually learn things.
You found yourself in the middle of the crowd, sat in confusion as people asked off topic questions while you tried actually writing down information. You didn’t always hate these tutorials, your test scores did improve but not to the degree you wanted. And if people who actually wanted to learn came then maybe you would feel better about spending the extra time going to these.
You did hope he saw the effort you put in. Occasionally calling on your questions, you could see his shoulders relaxing as you actually asked an on topic question. Answering with a smile as he helped explain Kant’s theories or a more detailed explanation of Kierkegaard’s works.
After your midterm, you saw a note written down onto your test. “Stay after for a tutorial.” You sank into yourself. You still got an 80 but even he knew you were doomed.
As you stayed after class, you walked over to his desk. Seeing him turn to you to let you sit by a spare chair at his desk.
“I hope the note didn’t scare you.” He laughed, “I’ve seen you actually study in the usual tutorials, I thought you’d enjoy a more private one where you could get better answers.”
You relaxed, “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”
“You have improved, but I do see where you’re confused in certain subjects.” Dr. Cha said.
You stayed a good thirty minutes going over the incorrect answers on the midterm questions, him explaining and reminding you of the philosophers and their works.
As you finished up, you felt better.
“Thank you, I’ll still come to the usual tutorials, but this was very helpful.”
“I’m glad, it’s nice seeing students actually care to learn.”
You laughed before exiting the classroom.
After a few more tutorials, you found yourself more competent in the work. Your grades raised more, from a barely an 80 to almost in the 90s. Both you and Dr. Cha knew you wouldn’t need to come to more tutorials, making you feel relieved.
As you exited the last tutorial, the crowd of people leaving as you finished packing your bag, Dr. Cha called you over.
“This is, not how I usually am.” He confessed.
You stood there confused, unsure of how to read him.
“I’m sure you’ll stop attending these tutorials but, uhm.” He tried clearing his throat.
“I will miss you and I feel the need to admit you were quite a distraction from the usual crowd.”
“Distraction?” You repeat.
“You’re young, you’re very pretty, y-”
“Dr. Cha.”
“I think you’re very attractive.”
“Weird way to say that.” You admit.
“This may be the last time we’re alone.”
“Are you asking to have sex with me?” You feel yourself smirk at the exclamation.
Dr. Cha sighs, feeling his face warm, “Yes.” He admits.
“Of all students, too. This isn’t appropriate, sir.”
“Don’t patronize me, I know that.”
You moved a step closer, “And yet here you are.”
He almost glared at you, a stern face held as he watched you.
“Are you gonna walk away?”
“Are you aware of the consequences?” You ask back.
“Of course I am.” He pulled you by your collar.
His lips crashing against yours as you held onto his jacket. His head tilting to deepen the kiss as he pushed you onto the desk. Your legs spread as he slotted himself between your legs. His mouth detaching to kiss and bite along your neck.
“God, you’re sweet.”
You felt yourself laugh at his words, hands reaching around to push his jacket off. He pulled your shirt off, mouth attaching to the flesh of your breasts. His tongue poking out to drag across the skin as he pulled your bra down, lips wrapping around your nipples.
He continued moving down, tearing down your bottoms as he pressed his mouth and nose to your clothed core.
“It’s been forever since I went down on a woman.” He groaned.
“Aren’t you married?” You asked, waiting for him to begin.
“And here I am.”
He pulled your panties down, his tongue lapping at your core. Groaning as he tastes more of you, his tongue flicking your clit and broadly licking at your entrance. His lips wrapped around your clit as your hips tried bucking upwards into him.
He looked up at you, dark eyes staring you down as he was enjoying your arousal coating his tongue. Pressing his tongue heavily against your clit. His fingers moving up to stretch you out. He continued lapping at your clit as you felt his pointer finger thrust into your core.
“Mmm.” You whined.
He continued lapping at you, adding another finger as he set a heavy pace. Thrusting slowly and deeply into your pussy as you whined and sighed above him.
Feeling his tongue circle your clit more, you felt yourself clench around him, gasping for breath as you came around his fingers.
“Even sweeter.” He licked his fingers before lapping at the dripping cum from your pussy.
“Are you gonna put your dick in me?” You try finding your breath.
“I can, do you want me to.”
“If I’m still gonna lay on this hard table, then yeah.”
Dr. Cha undid his pants, rubbing his dick along your folds as you watched him slowly dip into your core. Whining as he pulled out with every dip. He pushed all the way in as you sighed out.
“Feel good?”
“Not bad.” You groan.
He laughed before thrusting out and back in. Setting a slow pace before speeding up. His fingers rubbing your clit as you watch him.
“God you’re tight.” He groans.
“You can speed up.” You say.
He switched his pace immediately. Opting to lean over and begin rutting into your core as bit your lip to muffle your moans. He held onto your thigh, spreading them farther as he watched how well you swallowed him.
“God you feel good.” He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to your breast.
You leaned back, basking in the pleasure. His fingers rubbed your clit so well as his dick hit deep spots.
“God, I’m gonna cum.” You sigh.
Dr. Cha continued rutting, pulling you down the desk as he needed to feel you around him even more. Pounding into you, he felt you clench around him, a high pitched sigh escaping you as he continued thrusting into your tight core.
With a little more he came inside. Basking in the pleasure of releasing his dick into a warm, tight pussy.
“Did you fucking cum?” You shot up at him.
“I had a vasectomy.”
“Still, you have to ask before doing that.”
He rolled his eyes, pulling out before pulling his pants back up.
Summary: You have sex with feelings with your boyfriends. That’s it. Seriously. (...I tried to write smut and ended up finishing with romantic fluff.)
Words: 2.9k
Warnings: polyamory, vaginal intercourse, fingering, thigh-riding, overstimulation, making out
*
“Hakyeon.”
“I love you,” he breathes, and his hips are inexorable as he pushes his erection inside you.
“Ngh.” You let out a weak sound as your body arches instinctively to accommodate him. “God.”
“Okay?” He’s close to breathless once again, face already well-flushed from your first and second rounds. “Baby?”
“Why’re you so big,” you complain in a whimper, wriggling helplessly to try and ease the pressure in your abdomen.
He exhales softly in a silent chuckle. “I’m sorry, love.” Despite the apology, you can feel him twitching inside you. He won’t admit it, but you’re pretty sure it turns him on when you struggle to take him.
You twist your head on the pillow and squirm to find some relief from the overbearing feeling of fullness. Hakyeon’s hand is there in the next moment, fingertips circling your clit while his other arm braces against the mattress beside you.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, tone low with sensual promise. His hips are already grinding against you in the way he knows you like, short rolling movements to generate friction in just the right spots.
The fact that Hakyeon’s never failed to make you orgasm during penetration is something you’d never have believed when you first saw how big he was. In your experience, size usually meant discomfort on your part and lack of finesse on the guy’s part.
But somehow, with his ridiculous stamina and his permanent focus on your pleasure before his, Hakyeon’s managed to change your mind on the subject of big dicks.
Though that doesn’t mean that going three rounds in a row with him doesn’t tire you out.
“Hakyeon-ah, I don’t think I can come again like this.”
“Let me try,” he murmurs. “Okay?”
“Why.”
“Because you’ll feel so good.”
“I already feel fine.”
“Mm. Let me make you feel better.”
“Ugh.” Your groan is partly from frustration and partly from the arousal he’s slowly stoking within you again.
“Yeah?” His hungry eyes never leave your face as his fingers and hips work together.
He’s always asking, always checking to make sure you want this and that you want him. This time, your orgasm catches you off-guard so quickly you don’t manage to say “Yes” before you’re coming.
“Ah—” A gasp escapes you involuntarily as you lift yourself up, hard. Waves of sensation ripple out from the hot solid presence that is Hakyeon between your thighs as the clench-and-release of your orgasm pulses through you.
“Yes,” Hakyeon’s crooning, “yes, love.” His hips are still rolling oh-so-slow while his fingers coax aftershocks from your clit. “God, I love you,” he murmurs, and leans down to kiss you.
You come back to earth like that, his plush lips on yours and his tongue stroking his love for you into your mouth. Your clit and pussy are both throbbing, overstimulated.
“Hakyeon-ah.” You pull your head away and take hold of his forearm.
He gets the message, lifting his hand to brace against the mattress by your head. His other hand shifts up to stroke through your hair.
“You came so fast.” He sounds pleased.
“So?” Your voice is shaky.
“So, you said you didn’t think you could come again.”
“Guess I should stop doubting you.”
“Yeah, you should.” He leans down to kiss you again.
That almost distracts you from the way his thrusts are accelerating and deepening, so that he’s pulling almost halfway out before filling you back up. When he sinks into you hard enough that you actually feel it deep inside you, you grab onto his deltoids.
“Wait.”
He slows instantly. “Too much?”
“Let me just…” You push at him to withdraw, and he does so with a pout. “...turn over.”
His pout transforms into a look of surprise as you flop over onto your front. Face now nestled in the soft pillow, you lift your ass in the air to get him moving.
Softly, his hands clasp your waist. “Like this…?” His knees move forward to push your legs apart.
“Mm.” Now your body’s bent a different way, open at another angle to accept his cock inside you, and while it’s still an aching stretch, it’s different, a welcome one. “Ah… God.”
“Okay?” Hakyeon sounds breathless once again.
“Mm-hmm.” You arch your back further, reaching your arms forward in a luxurious stretch as Hakyeon strokes into you. Sensual, that’s what this is. There are some upsides to his stamina. You don’t always need an orgasm to top off sex; feeling him move with you, so slow and close like this, is like the act of falling in love incarnate.
And that’s how he comes: deep and full-throated, moans spilling from his throat as he sinks in, clutches you to him and releases. He breathes your name over and over, and you close your eyes and bask in the feeling of him surrounding you.
Gently, Hakyeon pulls out, satisfied breaths murmuring against your ear. He shifts to his side and rearranges you into a spooning position. One leg slides up between your thighs to notch firmly against the wetness pooled there.
“Y/N-ah?”
“Hmm?”
His hand trails down your body, from your breast to your groin, and he delicately places a few fingertips there. Something of a question.
You moan feebly. “Wasn’t coming three times in me enough?”
“No, this is about you, baby.” His voice lowers, intentions set now that you haven’t outright denied him.
“Hakyeon-ah…” You grasp his forearm, inexplicably turned on by the way it stretches across your torso, looking so thick in comparison to your smaller build. “I don’t need to come again.”
“But you can, can’t you?” he murmurs, and begins tracing your clit.
You can’t help the small sound that leaks from your throat. “Don’t know.”
“I know you can.” His tone is as loving as his fingers are determined. “Come on, love.”
His thumb and index finger close around your clit and pluck, and the sheer overstimulation actually makes you squeak. At the sound, Hakyeon lets out a short exhale. “I love you,” he whispers, and presses the words into your neck with his lips, tongue, teeth.
You squeak again and squirm involuntarily in his grip, and his fingers speed up. “H-Hakyeon.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you arch back into him and cling onto his arm for dear life.
His thigh braces you from below as his fingers send you free-falling—for the fifth time in an hour—into an orgasm. It takes over you: the brilliant pleasure flooding your brain, the clenching contractions below, the solid bracing presence that is Hakyeon, surrounding you.
When you finally manage to open your eyes again, Hakyeon’s pressing long, loving kisses to your neck. With a contented sigh, he molds his relaxed body to yours. Thank God. He’s finally spent. You let yourself go limp in his hold as your breathing evens out.
After a while, the slow slippage of fluids from your core grows uncomfortable, so you push yourself upright and out of Hakyeon’s loose hold. “Shower,” you mumble, but he just hums in response without opening his eyes. Looks like he’s managed to tire himself out for once.
Towel in hand, you trot on bare feet toward the bathroom, shivering a little. The shower warms up quickly, and a few seconds later you step under the hot water.
As you wash up, you hear the front door open: another of the Vixx members is home. They call out, but you can’t hear who it is over the shower. You rinse off, step out and grab a towel before heading out to greet them.
Just before you get to the door, it opens.
“Y/N-ah!” There’s Ken on the other side: his face lights up when he sees you. He bounds forward and sweeps you into his arms, damp towel and all. “I knew it was you in the shower!”
“What if you’d walked in on Hakyeon instead?” you joke as you hug him back.
Ken pulls back, smile indomitable. “Then I’d go look for you in hyeong’s bedroom.” He closes the door behind him and moves in again, eyes sweeping down your body. His hands settle in the dip of your waist. “Is N-hyeong still in bed? Lazy.”
“Mm. Let me get dressed.” You turn, but Ken’s grip tightens around you, keeping you in place.
“You’re so pretty like this.” His voice drops a little as his eyes land on your mouth. He advances, forcing you to back up.
“Jaehwan-ah, you’re going to get your clothes wet—” You hold out your arms futilely against his approach.
“Kiss me?” he asks, tone sweet as sugar, and you can’t resist.
You stretch up on your toes and he meets you halfway, bending to seal his lips over yours. One more step in and he’s got you pressed to the wall; his hands rise to cradle your face in that shiveringly intimate way of his.
When you start to pull back, because hey, you’re still in a towel, one of his hands immediately clenches in your hair. The other slides down to wrap around your ass, the slightest of warnings before he pushes a knee forward in between your thighs and hitches it upward.
“Wha—” You’re abruptly hoisted off the ground by the sheer strength of his leg. “Jaehwan!”
“Yes?” His innocent tone belies the heated look in his eyes.
“Put me down, you’re going to pull a muscle,” you say as sternly as you can, clutching at his arms for balance.
“Nope.” He smiles. “Kiss me again.”
“Put me down first.”
He tilts his head and lilts his voice. “Please?”
Oh, you’re weak. You’re so weak.
You lean in to give him just a quick peck. But his mouth and his tongue are ready, immediately licking and seeking and asking for more. He presses the length of his body against yours, firm and hard, keeping you upright as he angles your head to kiss you senseless. Lush, almost sinful sounds are slipping from his mouth to yours; he sounds so satisfied, so content, so gluttonous, like he could come just by kissing you like this.
You could come just by listening to him take pleasure in your pleasure, in pleasuring you. It’s always like this with Ken: your pleasure is his and his is yours, and it’s truly one of the most unique and erotic dynamics you’ve ever experienced.
The knocking on the door takes several seconds to register.
“...Y/N-ah?”
With a gasp, you free your lips from Ken and blink hard in an effort to focus past the feel of him against your body. That… was Hakyeon’s voice. …Is that him knocking on the door??
“Y/N-ah, are you okay?” he calls.
You gulp in air and try to respond, but Ken’s eyeing you with mischief now. He tightens his grip on your ass and shifts to deliberately grind his thigh against your groin.
“Ah—!” You barely cut off your squeal and squirm backward on instinct to escape the pressure. The towel slips to the floor as you wriggle. “Jaehwanie, I’m sensitive—”
“I know,” he soothes, “I know, honey.” And still his thigh doesn’t stop. “Hyeong wore you out, hm? Selfish. Let me take care of you now, mmkay?”
Apparently he’s speaking loudly enough for Hakyeon to hear, because the next shout is: “YAH! Lee Jaehwan! Open this door right now!”
Trying to clear your head, you take in a few heaving breaths, only to have the air pushed from your lungs in an indecent sound when Ken pushes up against your breasts and rubs.
It’s too much, the pressure from above and below and all around, the feeling of having sex against a bathroom wall while your other boyfriend is at the door, the sound of Ken whispering, “I love you,” in your ear like he wants to eat you up, and you break with a breathless moan.
The orgasm washes through you in shallow waves, leaving your muscles weak and your mind spinning. You hold onto Ken for dear life and squeeze your eyes shut, breathing so hard you’re almost making no sound at all.
When you finally re-open your eyes, the first thing you see is Ken’s hard-on, thickly prominent against the front of his pants. The unexpected sight sends one more echoing clench through your body.
“YAH!!!”
Hakyeon’s urgent shout helps bring you back down to earth. “Hakyeon-ah—” You suck in another breath, voice hoarse.
“Don’t strain your voice,” Ken coos, wrapping a palm around your throat and stroking. As if it’s not thanks to him that your voice is strained.
Well. Him and Hakyeon.
“Lee Jaehwan!” Hakyeon hollers.
“Let me down,” you tell Ken weakly, and finally he does. When you totter a little on your unsteady feet, his smile is smug enough that you have to scold: “Don’t smile. I told you I was already sensitive.”
“You didn’t like the orgasm I gave you?” He pretends to pout even as satisfaction radiates from his every pore.
Well. No point in answering that question. You turn and go to let Hakyeon in before he has an aneurysm.
As soon as the door unlocks, Hakyeon bursts in and grabs for you. “Y/N-ah! Are you okay? Did Jaehwan accost you?” He folds you into his arms and glares at Ken.
“Please. If anyone accosted her, it was you, hyeong.” Ken walks over and re-drapes your towel around your shoulders. “How many rounds did this jerk make you go, honey? Five?”
“No, that’s the number of orgasms she had,” Hakyeon shoots back.
“Only one per round?” Ken tsks. “You’re slipping, hyeong.”
“We didn’t go five rounds!!”
“No? Then I guess it’s your stamina that’s slipping.”
“Quit it, you two,” you interrupt. “Hakyeon-ah, are you going to take a shower?”
“Mm-hm. Shower with me? Jaehwan made you all sweaty again.” His arms tighten around you.
“If she wants to dry off, she can keep using my jeans.” Ken casually props one leg out so he can show off the damp spot you’ve left on the denim covering his thigh.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hakyeon snaps.
“Take your shower, Hakyeon-ah,” you tell him as you pull free and wipe yourself clean with your towel. “Jaehwanie, be nice.”
“Okay!” With great cheer, Ken ushers you out of the bathroom and closes the door on Hakyeon’s warning glare.
You turn toward the bedroom to go grab your clothes, but Ken stops you.
“Here, Y/N-ah, wear this.” He pulls off the loose grey sweatshirt he’s wearing over a plain t-shirt and holds it out to you.
“Why…?”
“I like it when you wear my clothes.”
“I gotta go get underwear,” you point out.
“Just put this on first, okay?” He helps pull it over your head and pushes the sleeves up your wrists for you. “Ah, so cute.”
Despite yourself, you can’t help chuckling at how happy he is. “You’re cute.”
At that, his smile spreads so wide his eyes shrink to crescents. “No, you are.” He holds you at arms-length to look you over. “Look how big it is on you!”
Just then, the front door opens, and you look around to see Hongbin enter.
“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” is the first thing he says to you.
You look down. “Oh, I just took a shower.”
“The shirt is long enough, you don’t need pants,” Ken insists, tugging the hem further down your thighs. “Besides, Hongbin-ah, doesn’t she look so cute like this?”
“You’ll catch a cold, nuna,” is Hongbin’s soulless response as he kicks off his shoes and pulls out extra slippers.
Hyuk comes in right after Hongbin, closing the door behind him. “Who’s not wearing—?”
His question gets stuck in his throat when he notices you.
“See, she’s cute, right, Hyogi?” Ken appeals to him.
Hyuk closes his mouth and then opens it again. “Ah, yeah, cute.” The way his eyes are fixed on your legs suggests he’s thinking something else.
“Pervert,” Hongbin snips.
Ken clucks his tongue and pulls the hem of the sweatshirt down again. “Really, Hyuk-ah?”
“I said she’s cute,” Hyuk defends himself, eyes darting away from you and then back again as he sidles inside.
Hongbin rolls his eyes. “Put on some pants, nuna, before Hyuk’s eyes fall out.”
“You’ve all seen my legs before,” you say.
“Yeah,” Hyuk says nervously, “no big deal.” Then he hurries into the kitchen before anyone can lambast his libido any further.
“We didn’t even tell him she’s not wearing underwear,” says Ken with a shake of his head.
“You need a change of pants, too, hyeong,” Hongbin says to him, deadpan.
Ken just beams. “Jealous?”
“Not really.” Aloof as always, Hongbin heads into the kitchen as well.
“Hongbin doesn’t get jealous,” you note as you turn and head back to Hakyeon’s bedroom.
Ken follows you. “Do you wish he would?” he inquires.
“No.” You pick out clean underwear from your stash in Hakyeon’s dresser and pull it on. “The rest of you are jealous enough.”
When you close the drawer and turn around, you find Ken right there, closing you in against the dresser, eyes searching your face.
You shift your weight back and lift your chin to meet his gaze. “What is it?”
He lifts a hand to cradle your head tenderly, at just the right angle for a kiss. Softly, he says, “You’re too good for us, you know.”
You huff out an amused breath. “Where’s that coming from?”
He smiles without answering, then leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your mouth. “Love you,” he whispers. “So much.”
It’s no good when Ken gets romantic; he turns you into absolute mush. You don’t mind, though. Not in the slightest.
⟹ Warnings: Explicit public sex || Explicit sex || Mentions of death/killing || Unprotected sex || Themes of ownership/sex slavery ||
⟹ Summary: Hakyeon gets what he wants and right now, under the dinner table, he wants you
part of the VIXX Parallel Collab hosted by @uwugalore , the song that I chose to base this off was Chained Up :)
a/n: I really enjoyed being apart of this collab thank you !! <3
You shivered, your thoughts, once halfheartedly focused on whatever the man across the table was saying, now honed in on the fingers trailing along your inner thigh. The action from Hakyeon’s touch next to you caused electricity of arousal to course through you, your lip tugging between your teeth as you abused the supple flesh.
You breathed out a shaky breath, knowing you had to endure his teasing and relentless touches throughout the night. Hakyeon was the boss, the head of a mafia business that ran rife with drugs, sex and murder, and he loved it. He was power hungry and greedy, yet it contrasted his composed and elegant nature that often drew people in. You suppose if you saw him at a glance, you wouldn’t think of him as a man who’s been the cause of so much death and destruction, yet here he was, with more blood on his hands than there was in your body.
Hakyeon’s touch was destructive as he plunged 2 fingers into your sopping core under the dinner table as if nothing was happening. The action caused you to squirm, the thick choker you wore was tight on your neck as he continued to drag the pads of his fingers over the sensitive spot.
You wanted to beg him to stop, make him stop giving you the pleasure you so desperately needed at the most inappropriate time. Though Hakyeon didn’t care, he was the boss, he was your owner and you were chained to him, your armor down and your body defenseless as he used you for his pleasure, in ways for him to get off.
His expression was concentrated, nodding along and processing information he didn’t care about from his subordinate. Hakyeon was much more concerned with the ache in his own pants and getting you desperate and needy in front of people he hardly cared about.
“I’ll contact Taekwoon on getting the target disposed off,” His voice was unbothered as he spoke, his fingers and tone acting as if he wasn’t sentencing a man to death; because that’s what he did.
The curl of his fingers and the insertion of a third digit brought your attention back to him and his hand. Your nails dug into your knees, trying to suppress the urge to moan loudly in the middle of dinner as the rest of his men continued to eat.
Hakyeon’s eyes flicked to your own, a sadistic glint arising in the orbs as he saw the pleading look written across your features. You wanted to cum, but you also wanted him to stop, to rather take you home and please you there if he was so desperate to do so.
“Can I go to the toilet?” Your voice was weak, quiet as you tried to stop yourself from moaning.
Hakyeon smirked, curling his fingers right into the spot that had you seeing stars, “Why?” He murmured the syllable against your ear, his lips placing a chaste kiss to your skin, “Do you not have faith I’ll let you finish?”
“N-No-”
“Then what is it?” Hakyeon growled in your ear, his thumb pressing deliciously against your clit as spoke. The action caused you to bite your lip, hard enough to taste blood as you tried to hold yourself in.
“Can we go home? Hakyeon, please I can’t take it-”
“Fine,” His tone was clipped, taking his hand out from under your dress and wiping his soaked fingers on the napkin seated across his lap. You felt empty yet relieved as he stood up, his hand cupping your own and muttering some excuse to his coworkers before leaving the dinner table briskly.
Hakyeon didn’t speak, his expression stony as he casually left the restaurant with you on his arm. You cringed as you felt your arousal drip down your inner thigh, your hand squeezing his as you tried to ignore how flushed your cheeks were.
The night air was cold, crisp against your skin in comparison to the warm atmosphere the restaurant provided. Hakyeon’s pace was leisurely, torturing almost as you were ready to run out of the building and into the nearest available wall for him to raw you against, yet you held yourself in as he walked toward the curb.
The limo you had both arrived in was still stationed out front, Hakyeon entering the expensive car with you in tow behind. He tapped gently on the blacked out window to the front cabin, opening it slightly and speaking instructions to the driver that were a blur to your aroused state.
Hakyeon relaxed back into the luxury leather seat across from you, his eyes glinting in the low light as he looked to you. “Come.” His instruction was simple, one you’d knew to obey as you moved to straddle him.
His thighs were tense, warm and inviting as your skin met with the expensive suit fabric adorning them. The hard feeling of his dick against your skin had you sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth.
“You know you’re mine,” His voice was calm, his hands smoothing up your thighs as he continued to speak, “That means I can do what I want, when I want,” He growled the last three words, his grip tightening on your thighs, “You’re chained to me, that choker on your throat is the symbol of what you are.” His lips are hot on your collarbone, sucking deep marks along the flesh, “And what you are is my toy to use and break.”
“Yes Hakyeon,” You knew better than to say anything else, your neck arched and your body was at his disposal as he continued to please you.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” His lips were on your ear, tongue darting out to lick and suck on the lobe, his actions blurring your thoughts as you tried to keep a clear head.
“Yes Hakyeon,” You couldn’t help but moan his name, your hips subconsciously grinding against his own as you felt his hands trail further up your thighs.
“Good,” His fingers dug into your ass, a proud smirk arising on his lips as he relished in how he ordered you not to wear panties to dinner. You whimpered at the feeling, your own hands digging into his clothed shoulders as he ground his hardened bulge against your wet heat.
“Take me out, baby,” Hakyeon licked his lips, his body relaxing back into the seat as he let you unbuckle his belt. You bit your lips, your fingers quick to pull his boxers and slacks down past the curve of his ass, letting his hardened cock spring free. His hand was on your hip as he positioned you over the reddened head of his dick, grinning at the pleasurable moan that fell off your swollen lips as you sunk down onto his length.
“Good girl,” He cooed gently, “Now ride me, you’re here to serve me and my needs.” The smirk on his lips widened as he watched the way your face contorted in pleasure, your sopping pussy taking in his cock so well and desperately, “Maybe if you’re good enough I’ll let you cum,” His thumb pressed down on your clit, the bundle of nerves shooting white hot pleasure through you as he continued to rub at the sensitive nub, “Maybe…”
Summary;; You surprise N while he's practicing his new routine.
My Masterlist
He glided across the ice. The blades scratched and clanged, the sound filling the small stadium. There was a chill in the air, just as one would expect from an ice skating rink. His lips were a touch pale but otherwise his face was blank, his thoughts lost to deep concentration. Determination and perseverance fueled him as he made another jump.
It was a small routine; simple, graceful and elegant. He had practiced for many months just to master the step sequence - the jumps had taken even longer. It was a strain on his body but one he welcomed. The pains and aches left behind an odd satisfaction. Skating offered him solitude and gave him pride.
In no way was he a professional skater and yet here he was, whenever time would allow, perfecting this small, personal routine. Blood, sweat, and tears had built the foundation for it while determination and adoration had built the walls. The roof was his body and soul, both of which had been dedicated to making this small routine special and meaningful.
"Hakyeon," you called, your voice floating through the chilled air as you waved him over.
"I didn't know you'd be stopping in this early. I thought I had more time."
"I wanted to surprise you!" You held up a plastic bag with takeout boxes inside. His skates scratched the ice as he moved toward you, a grin overtaking his features at your next words. "Galbi! Hurry while it's hot!"
"You really are my angel."
"You're welcome!
As soon as you were within reach, his arms were around you and his lips were upon yours. You held the bag behind your back, trying to protect the meat while also trying to pull yourself away from the ice that Hakyeon was inching you closer to with every kiss.
"Thank you, darling," he said, breaking the kiss only to stare into your eyes. His gaze left you wanting, as did his wandering hands. Cold fingertips grazed down your arms until they held your hands, stealing both your warmth and breath. The red lipstick that painted your lips was visible as a faint mark on his. Sweat peeked out from his hairline, threatening to fall down his otherwise smooth face.
With a shake of your head, you pulled back.
Hakyeon! We're going to fall!" You laughed, giving him a nudge once his hold on you loosened. "Come on, silly. Let's eat."
He watched you skip over to the nearest seats, taking out the food and trying to balance it on the chairs. It was destined to fail but you weren't one to give up so easily. That aspect of your personality was something he had always admired. Even as sauce spilled onto the floor and you cried out in surprise, he could tell you weren't ready to give up on your front-row seat. Not when today was a special day.
Today he was showing you his small, personal routine.
This routine was different from any he had done before. This time he was skating to his own music. He choreographed the entire dance on ice from beginning to end, from every jump to every step. Each and every part of the skate was his creation. No one else had seen it before and no one else ever will for this show was for his one and only, for his darling.
This small, personal skate routine was yours and yours alone.
A/N: Sorry this is a little late, got caught up with a couple things and this hellsite hasn’t been letting me schedule or even save a draft of the full fic. But you know what, here it is and I hope y’all like it. Remember to like, comment, and reblog, I’d love to hear what you guys think ♥︎
Warnings: smut, bondage, blindfolds, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), probably a couple curses thrown in the mix, oh and a bit of fluff
“I’d like to cash in this coupon.” The very same words he’d used on you last time were now geared towards him. The playful glint in your eyes did nothing to ease his uneasiness. He held out a hand for you to hand him the coupon and looked over it, ‘Tie Me Up Tie Me Down’. He looked up at you and then back down at the coupon, biting his lip in worry.
“Don’t worry,” you cooed, your fingers running over the nylon rope tying your boyfriend’s wrist to the headboard. “It’ll be fun.” He gasped softly as you flicked your tongue over his nipple. He pulled against the bindings, momentarily forgetting they were present. “Aw, you want out so soon baby?” Your fingers trailed down his abdomen, lightly tracing shapes into his skin. “But we’re just getting started.” He could just imagine the smirk playing on your lips as you spoke. “I hope you like the blindfold. It’s from the last coupon that I cashed but never used."
He questioned why he had even included this coupon in the little booklet he handed you on your birthday. Of all things he could’ve chosen it just had to be the one that put him completely under your control. But he didn’t have much time to think the matter over for he had felt you sliding down his sweats, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. He clenched his fists in frustration. Not being able to see you or what you’re about to do next made him feel a bit restless.
He felt the bed shift under your weight as you moved off the bed. Straining his ears, he tried to listen for any other movements that would indicate where you were and cursed under his breath when he couldn’t hear anything but the eerie silence. The light caress of your fingertips against his bare thigh nearly had him jump out of his skin. Your touch felt so foreign, so new. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He felt the bed dip again as you straddled his hips. The feeling of your warm breath ghosting over his neck sent tingles down his spine, anticipating your next move.
“Just relax baby,” you whispered, leaving lingering pecks along his neck and collarbone. You trailed your kisses up his throat, lingering at his Adams apple for a moment, eliciting a low groan from him. He tilted his head back further against the pillows as you nipped at his jawline. You pressed your lips softly to his, letting him lift his head to try and deepen the kiss only to pull away a second later. He growled softly, tugging at his bindings once again. You chuckled, leaning away to watch his reactions for what you were about to do next.
“Sweetie, remember when we went shopping last time, and you jokingly picked out a little outfit for me?” You paused and waited for him to nod in acknowledgement. “I went out and bought it.” His breath hitched upon hearing your words. You let your hands roam the expanse of his chest as you continued. “I’m wearing it right now.” A soft moan slipped past his lips as he pictured how you looked in the lingerie, his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. “I couldn’t help but imagine all the things you’d want to do to me while I was wearing it. The way your lips would brush against my skin teasingly. The way your fingertips ghost down my inner thighs to spread them apart, your tongue licking everywhere except where I want you most. Oh how I’d whimper against your touch, my fingers gripping your hair to bring you closer. And when that sinful tongue of yours flicks over my clit repeatedly as you pump your fingers inside me, god how I’d croon.” His breathing came out in soft pants, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips on occasion.
Your voice was that of a siren’s singing, soft and seductive, so alluring. He held on to your every word, the images unfolding beautifully behind his closed lids. He raised his hips to grind his arousal against your core. Your name slipped past his lips in a needy whisper as you took in a shaky breath. You moved your hips in a figure eight motion, pressing your lips to the base of his throat and sucking until it blooms a pretty purple. He curses, snapping his hips up once more. You kiss your way down his bare chest; stopping at his navel to leave little licks and nips. You hook your fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs and slowly tug them down, his erection springing free.
“Once you were done with me I’d want to return the favor.” You accentuated your words by gripping the base of his cock and giving him a little squeeze. “I’d pepper soft kisses up your shaft, my tongue following the path my lips made.” Your actions mimicked your words just seconds later. “I’d slide my hand up, tightening my grip as I went while my thumb swipes against the tip once in a while.” You stopped talking for a few moments, letting your actions speak for itself while you listen to his small moans. Soon he was bucking his hips into your hand as your speed fluctuated between fast and agonizingly slow. You kissed the tip, tasting the precum that dripped down his cock. His arms tensed as he took hold of the rope to ground himself. You took the tip into your mouth and gave him a good suck before releasing him from your lips to quickly flick your tongue repeatedly across his reddening slit like a small kitten. You look up at him through hooded eyes to see his head thrown back against the pillow; his jaw was slack as a string of throaty moans floated to your ears.
You knew he was close to reaching his end and feeling as wicked as you did that night, you didn’t want him to climax just yet. You parted your lips, slowly taking in his throbbing member as your hand stilled. With your free hand you play with his neglected balls, driving him even further up the wall and even closer to his climax. You bob your head up and down slowly; taking him further into your willing mouth each time you went down. You pause your movements as the very tip of your nose brushes against his dark patch of pubic hair and you swallow around him. His voice is shaky as he calls out your name. You bob your head faster, opting to take him in only halfway while your hand pumped the rest. He let out a loud moan, signaling that he was going to cum, but you tightened your fingers around him like a vice, preventing him from reaching his climax.
He growled low in his throat and bucked his hips in retaliation while trying to pull his wrists free. You release him with a soft ‘pop’ in order to speak. “Ah ah ah. Bad boys don’t get to come so soon.” The sound of your voice border-lined a sickly sweet tone. “It’s not very nice to tease someone out in public and then just leave them hanging.” Still gripping the base of his cock, you trail a single finger up the center of his abdomen slowly, watching as his muscles tensed as it went. “Was it fun getting me all worked up and then refuse to continue?" Chuckling softly you tap his lips and wait for him to open up. You slid your index finger into his mouth and he timidly begins to suck. “Good boy,” you praise him with a smile while his cheeks flushed. “You had me cornered in that changing room. You could’ve easily hiked up my skirt and fingered me. I would’ve kept quiet… but something tells me you would have wanted for one of the employees to hear me moan your name and nearly stumble upon us in such a position… You know, I didn’t wear any underwear that day like you asked.” He groaned softly, his fists tightening around the rope as he pictured taking you against the mirror of the changing room; your skirt bunched up around your waist while his pants pooled at his ankles and your hands sliding down the mirror as he held onto your hips and rammed into repeatedly from behind.
Lost in thought, he didn’t realize that you began pumping his still erect cock until he felt a knot tightening in his abdomen as he neared his climax once more. But to his displeasure, you stopped him from coming yet again. You were starting to get on his nerves now. “Baby,” he said, speaking for the first time since you had begun your little game, his voice stern.
“Beg.” This caught him off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, sweetie. If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg for it.” You chuckled softly as a small pout appeared on your boyfriend’s lips. You slowly began to pump his cock again, building up speed as you went. He swallowed, a choked moan leaving his lips shortly after. “Oh Hakyeon,” you started, “you’re not making this any easier. How long has it been since you had me on my knees, sucking on that beautiful cock of yours until you released in my mouth? It’s been a while hasn’t it? I miss your taste on my tongue. That sinful mix of salty and sweet that I can only categorize as yours. All you have to do is beg for it baby.”
“Please,” he whines softly, voice just barely audible.
You kiss the tip of his penis, hand moving slower as your ears perk at the sound of his voice. “What was that baby?”
“God, please. Please let me come.” His hips jerked, hands balled into tight fists, knuckles turning white with the strain, as he lifted his head to ‘look' down at you, imagining your lips still pressed against his hard cock. Another choked moan slipped past his lips as your tongue circled his tip slowly, releasing the rope from his death grip.
“How badly do you want to come?”
“So badly. Please let me come, please.” His voice cracks slightly towards the end, breathing ragged.
“Good boy,” you whisper with a smile. A relieved smile spreads across his lips. He attempts to reach down to stroke your hair, only to be rudely reminded of the restraints holding him in place. He cursed under his breath, making the corners of your mouth perk ever so slightly. You swallow around his cock, rolling his balls gently between your fingers. His wanton moans were loud and clear. Your name slipping in to the mix of colorful curses as his back arches.
“Fuck. Stop. Stop baby.” He’s breathing heavily and his knuckles are white once again as he grips the rope once more. You pause, eyebrows furrowed as you slide him out of your mouth. A genuine look of confusion washes over your features as you sit up between his legs. Sensing your confusion he answers with an “I…I want to be inside you.” His voice was soft and a faint blush was staining his cheeks.
You chuckle softly and nod even though he can’t see you with his blindfold still securely in place. "Good boys deserve treats, don't they? And you've been such a good boy tonight." You crawl up and straddle his hips once more, a hand sneaking down to teasingly rub against your fold before slowly circling your clit, your arousal coating your fingertips. You tap two of your fingers against his lips once more and he greedily licks your fingers clean.
"So good," he mumbles softly, licking his lips.
"Does Hakyeon want me to ride his beautiful cock? Does he want me to take his cock like a good girl?" You ask as you rub your wet mound against the length of his cock.
"Yes yes. God yes. I want you so bad baby, so bad."
"As you wish baby," you whisper seductively, taking his hard cock in your hand and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down. A choked moan slip past your lips as you take him, loving the way he fits so snugly. Hakyeon has his lip between his teeth, trying to fight the urge to buck his hips. "God I missed you baby. You feel so good." You moan softly, raising your hips and sinking back down slowly to find a rhythm. It's takes him all of his self-control to keep him from rutting his hips and taking you from below.
To his surprise you tug the blindfold off of him. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus on as he looks up at the ceiling. You take his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "I want you to watch as I ride you baby." He merely nods and raises his head slightly looking down to see his cock slide in and out of your pussy. He moans softly, tossing his head back against the pillows as you quicken your pace, hands placed on either side of his head for leverage. Your breathing comes out in soft pants as you feel a knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach.
Hakyeon throws care out the window and begins to thrust up into you fast and hard as you bounced on his cock. "Baby— I'm close… please, please don't stop."
You nod meekly, lost in the lustful pleasure. "Come for me baby." His thrusts become sloppy in rhythm as you try your best to keep yours steady. You lean down and press your lips to his in an equally sloppy kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, pulling away to moan each other's names as he climaxes with a final thrust.
You're panting softly as you move your hips, helping him ride out his high. His breathing is ragged and his eyes are shut when you let him slip out of you, soft moans leaving both your lips. You untie his bindings, rubbing each wrist to get the blood circulating again and pressing a delicate kiss to both of them. He sighs in content and pulls you down to cradle your head against his chest as you chuckle softly at his actions, winding your arms around his torso.
"Thank you," you mumble softly, closing your eyes and snuggling against his chest.
"I should be thanking you, that might've been one of the best orgasms I've had," he says with a cheerful lilt peaking out from behind his tired tone. Turning on his side and taking you with him as you swat his shoulder playfully. A moment later he pulls away slightly to look down at you with furrowed brows, moving some stray strands away from your face. He cups your cheek and says, “You didn’t get to come. Um I can-if you give me a few minutes I can—“
“Hey, it’s fine,” you interrupt. “I edged you like three times dude. And I had you tied up and blindfolded. Thank you for trusting me. You don’t owe me an orgasm every time we have sex… it’d be nice but I certainly won’t get butthurt over it,” you finish with a chuckle.
“Are you sure? I can use my mouth or my fingers to get you off.” He slides his hand up your outer thigh, resting it there at the top as he waits for your permission.
Shaking you head, you pull him closer to you, thumbs sliding over his cheekbones as you look at his tired eyes and appreciate the concern behind them. “I’m sure.”
He whispers a soft "I love you" and places a chaste kiss to the top of your head.
"Love you too," you reply as you snuggle closer.
It’s silent for a few peaceful moments until he decides to break it. "I'm totally going to use these on you next time, regardless of the coupons I have left," laughing as he tightens his hold around you while you playfully punch him.
“That’s it, you’ve killed the mood,” you grumble once you get free, turning around and walking away from the bed so he doesn’t see the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Come back and cuddle with me,” he whines, missing your warmth.
“After I get cleaned up!” you call over your shoulder as you head to the bathroom.
“d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e i see things that nobody else sees”
creaking steps late at night are common in this old house. you had long since become used to the red hand prints on the wallpaper.
no one else ever seemed to notice, until it was their blood on the floor that is. you always kept quiet, after all, you knew he wouldn’t harm you.
after all, it was thanks to you he had an endless supply of victims.
you held the small doll, cradled him to your chest, as you wandered the walls barefoot. you had heard voices from the sitting room, horrible people with their screaming radios and demanding voices.
“is anyone here with us?” “who are you?” “what’s your name?” you’d heard all their demands before.
honestly, if they really wanted to speak to someone, maybe they should just speak to you like a normal person, rather then trying to shove that horrible skipping radio in your face.
you cuddled your doll closer, glaring at the men from the doorway. they wanted a show, some cheep spooks. that’s all them and their cameras wanted.
well, you looked down to the doll in your arms, might as well have a little fun?
you ran your nails along the walls, causing several of the men to jump. you let out a small giggle, nearly making one of them scream as they scrambled with their cameras.
you places your doll down along the back wall, carefully wandering around the room till you stood in the doorway.
you let out a fake sniffle, pretending to wipe tears from your eyes.
“peek-a-boo?” your voice wavered, like that of a feightened child. all of the men turned to stare at your in horror and awe.
“peek-a-boo.” another voice answered yours from behind the men. they all whipped around in horror as a scream ripped through the back of their party.
one of the men fell to the floor, sputtering blood. you smiled as you saw your doll, now a full grown, lifesize man, standing behind the ghost hunters, his shirt covered in the dead man’s blood.
Call it it a coincidence but you working at a dance studio was never necessarily on your to do list. Nor was finding yourself oddly enticed by the assistant teacher.
Now you two were complete opposites.
He taught the modern classes.
You were a ballet instructor.
Both of you however had years of dancing experience on your belts.
However modern was not necessarily your taste in dancing. However Hakyeon yearned to be the male dancer whom wrapped his arms around your waist. He wanted to put the class of students in awe as he put his essence into creating art with you.
But you were just so damn stubborn.
Giving him sly looks as you walked past him, or even watching him with your hip leaned against the door way of his practices without even a simple hello. Things however were bound to change eventually, and you were in for quite the treat that day.
You walked in with the silent studio running a hand down your neck as you greeted the front desk lady and walked to the back punching your time card and walking into the dressing room where you locked up your personal items and slipped on your slippers.
Someone had booked the entire month with you for private lessons. He was an absolute amateur and in his late twenties which surprised you quite a bit however you weren't one to judge a persons personal goals.
You walked into the studio and felt the reach you’d held in slip past your lips seeing him there stretched out on the floor.
“Hello Ms.L/N” You had to bite the inside of your cheek just to hold back the snarky remark to come from your lips.
“Hello, I’m glad to see you are early I don’t like when students are late” You answered keeping a professional looks you hooked up your phone to the stereo.
“Please take your place at the barre” He stood slowly walking past you to stand on the other side of the bar facing you.
“What exactly is your goal Mr.Cha?” You asked moving your feet to first position. He moved his feet in the same manner moving his arm just like yo did and slowly performing an elegant pile.
“Well I thought why not dabble in a different art form to get some inspiration for an upcoming dance showcase” He answered calmly dropping down into a grande pile with you. You stood walking around to his side of the barre watching his movements.
“Ah is that so?” You asked fixing his legs and straightening his back with a gentle touch that sent visible shivers down his spine.
“Mhm” He hummed slowly leaning forward brushing floor and coming up to see you stand in front of him.
“When you perform Mr.Cha you must make sure your posture is at its best’ You placed your hands on his shoulders pushing them back and tilting his head up just a bit.
“I’ll remember that Miss.L/N” You took a sharp intake through your nose and held out your hand.
“Alright Yeonie let’s be honest your not here to learn ballet so what are you here for” You asked narrowing your eyes. He gave you a smile grabbing your outreached hand pulling you flush against his own body.
“Give me a chance” You scoffed going to walk away only for him to twirl you back into arms.
“You and I, as if” You scoffed and let your arms fall back letting him dip the both of you slowly to the ground gazing into is sharp eyes “I know this little game of your Cha and I refuse to be mere pawn of it”
He brought you up letting you twirl while he held your hips lifting you up as you curled your leg around his body.
“I’d never do wrong by you, I just want your extra time and your..” He slowly lowered you so you were a breath away. You weren't gonna lie your defenses were slowly falling and his embrace was comforting.
“No” Your eyes snapped open as you placed your hands against his chest starting to walk toward the door.
“Please, take a chance on me Y/N” Your hand was resting on the door handle and you held your breath. You could see him face no longer with that cocky smirk his eyes soft and full of emotion, and he had been fell to his knee holding his arms out.
You turned slowly walking toward him placing your hands on his shoulders. You slowly leaned down letting your leg lift as well as you kissed him feeling him stand your leg lowered as he lifted you pulling back catching a glimpse of a rare smile on that stoic face.
Warnings: mentions of blood, death and sex but nothing explicit
I am really excited to write this because N is my VIXX bias and nobody can deny that sometimes our concept kings really give off that mafia vibe.
This is based off of a prompt I remember reading a while ago and after some digging I found where it came from, so shoutout to @fanficy-au for the prompt ideas
Also, for future reference, unsub means unknown subject and refers to the suspect in a criminal investigation. I watch way too much Criminal Minds.
Cha Hakyeon
Also known as ‘N’
Is the leader of mafia group known as VIXX, based in Seoul, South Korea
It is a very powerful group, but not very well known; mainly because they stay out of the public eye so that they can carry on their activities without the police being on their case constantly
And although they of course do illegal things
But their main goal is to take justice into their own hands when the law won’t
When the boss retired, he passed the role on to his youngest son, Hakyeon instead of his older brother or one of his older sisters, who all decided to lead normal civilian lives
This caused some tension among the older members of VIXX who thought he was too young and inexperienced, and that they should have got the leadership role instead
This tension was quickly dissolved when Hakyeon showed his capability when a rival gang had managed to infiltrate their ranks
Long story short; he quickly figured out the situation and tricked the spies into revealing themselves shortly before they would have destroyed VIXX from the inside out
These men haven’t been heard from since
This is where Hakyeon became known as ‘N’ as he changed the fate of the seemingly doomed mafia group
(If you didn’t know, Hakyeon came up with the stage name ‘N’ based of the korean word for fate, in-yeon, and the yeon in Hakyeon also took that form)
From then on, nobody questioned his abilities (outright at least)
He has five people in his ‘inner circle’ not including him who he would trust with his life
These are Taekwoon, Wonsik, Jaehwan, Hongbin and Sanghyuk
And they know that despite he cold, stoic persona he puts on when facing the leaders of other groups, officials or lower ranked VIXX members
He is actually quite warm and dorky
He often acts like a mother
Which often catches many people off guard when he visits one of the warehouses they own and starts to scold the workers for not dressing warmly enough or not taking enough breaks
Thus the nickname ‘N-jumma’ comes about
Not that anyone except Hyuk actually calls him that to his face
Basically, he is last person someone would think to be the boss of a powerful mafia
He loves to dance when he gets the spare time to do so, and is actually very talented at it
He even made one of the rooms in his large house a dance studio, wall length mirrors and sound system included
When not doing paperwork, bossing people around or dancing he can often be found reading somewhere
And literature is the reason he meets you
Well, kind of anyway
You are an up and coming author, already being praised for your amazing mystery novels
They are clever and not cliche driven with amazing storylines and plot twists that nobody ever sees coming
And it is all going well for you
Until you get summoned for questioning by the police
Sitting in an interrogation room with no explanation as to why you are there
Until a detective comes in and tells you why
It turns out that there is a serial killer on the loose
And they are taking inspiration from your books
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse
They tell you that the unsub seems to be obsessed with you; having left notes that he is a big fan of your books and is killing so that your novels get exposure, and they are always signed off with a cursive ‘N’
Which is weird considering you live in South Korea
So that night you go home and try to get some sleep which is hard now you have the knowledge that someone is killing people for you, and that there is a policeman standing outside your door ‘just in case’ the killer tries to get to you
Meanwhile, as you lay in your bed in a restless sleep
On the other side of the city Cha Hakyeon stands pacing his office whilst his inner circle sit, all brainstorming ideas
He has just received the news concerning the serial killings
And it is troubling
He is a big fan of your books as everyone knows
He can often be seen with one in hand and has a shelf in his library solely for them
And apparently knows this and is trying framing him for these murders
There are many people it could be
If he gets arrested for this then that gets him out of the way
And so it could be somebody wanting his position of power
Or a rival wanting to hit VIXX where it hurts, their beloved leader
Of course the police and government know of him and VIXX
But they can never get something solid in order to prosecute anyone because of how they stay so deeply under the radar
But the main thing is that they know that he, Cha Hakyeon, also N
And so whereas before they left him alone because he didn’t cause them much trouble
But now he is a wanted man; for murders he didn’t commit
Knowing the intricate details of the case from one of his inside sources; he knows that you are also involved
And so he decides to meet you
If anyone could find out who was really doing all of this then it would be the person who wrote it all in the first place
And so the next night, he dresses up inconspicuously, and gets Ravi to find your address for him before heading out
Easily sneaking past the police officer stationed by you door and to a window; he climbs through with ease
Turning around he realises he climbed into your bedroom
Which would be fine and all
If you weren’t currently half naked in only a towel and staring at him in shock
Hakyeon’s first instinct is to cover his eyes and turn away like the gentleman he is
You, on the other hand, just got out of the shower after having a long day being interviewed by various detectives
When you got out you weren’t expecting to turn around a see a strange man in your room with you
A very handsome man, yes, and seemingly polite considering the way he averts his eyes from your form
But still a stranger
And so when you get over your shock you go to scream or shout or anything to get the attention of the officer outside
But before you can even open your mouth the man has traveled the short length of your room to you and covers your mouth with his hand
“I swear I am not here to hurt you. I just want to talk and so if you would please keep quiet and just hear me out? I’m going to move my hand now, can I trust you to keep quiet?” he says
You are stood frozen still as he looks into your eyes, a slight pleading look within them and so you slowly nod
And like he said he would, the man removes his hand slowly, making sure you won’t go against your word
He then glances down and realises you are still naked except for a towel and turns red, quickly averting his eyes
And yes he may be a complete stranger who broke into your room and who knows what his true intentions are
But to see someone who looks so intimidating blushing and act like a schoolboy with his crush is sort of....endearing
But you quickly shake that thought out of your head
“Could you, uh, perhaps turn around so I can get dressed?”
A couple of silent and tense moments later you are done changing and you sit down on your bed, eyeing the man suspiciously as he sits down next to you
“My name is Cha Hakyeon. And I am N.”
At his confession you immediately start to panic
“Not that N though! The real N. I’m being framed you see!” he quickly continues, calming you down only the slightest bit
“Remember, you said you would hear me out.”
Not wanting to upset a potential serial killer, you quickly nod your head
And deciding that the best way to make you understand his point of view and agree to help him is to tell the truth; Hakyeon tells you everything
About how he is the boss of powerful Mafia VIXX, about his five best friends, about how he most definitely not the person running around killing innocent people
And you are a writer at heart
You know when things are real and when they are made up
And even though this whole situation feels like it could have come straight out of one of your novels; you can’t help but feel like he is telling the truth
So you agree to help him
Now, Hakyeon can’t keep sneaking past the police stationed outside your door; it’s too dangerous for him as a wanted man
He asks you to join him in his hideout and base of operations
Not his house because it has eyes on it 24/7 in case he returns there
So, making up the excuse that you are going to stay with family out in the country and away from the mess, you go against everything your parents ever taught you as a child and pack your bags and go with him
Over the next week you two stay locked up in his office playing detective
During this time you two get to know each other
You get to know the personality he hides behind the big boss persona he puts on
And in turn he gets to know all about you and your life
You share your favourite foods; songs; colours; animals
You get to see him dance, which is an amazing experience
One day, to ease the stress this whole situation is putting on both of you, you play a game where he has to dance to whatever music you play
At first you choose the usual classical music, then hiphop
But then you start to play kpop songs and wow are you impressed
Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined a big bad mafia boss dancing to SNSD like it was his own song
You also get to know the other boys
You find the bond between them all so amazing
They are all so close and while they all get on each others nerves, you can see that they would go to the ends of the earth for each other
Because you all become friends in this time, they also start to tease you
Mainly on the feelings that have started to grow for their leader
Sometimes you really question if they are members of powerful mafia VIXX or not
It all gets worse when one night at after a long day hacking into police databases to further your investigation into Hakyeon’s framer, you two fall asleep in his bed together after comparing notes til you both just nod off
And although you fall asleep on opposite sides, you wake up to find your head tucked under his chin and your arms wrapped around his torso
His clothes, the casual wear probably more expensive than your entire wardrobe, are more wrinkled the face of the 96 year old grandmother that lives next to you
Blood rushes to your face as you realise the position you are in
But immediately turns white as you notice that Hongbin and Jaehwan are standing at the foot of the bed, both with obnoxious smirks on their faces
You look back to Hakyeon, and he looks so relaxed in his sleep that you don’t have the heart to wake him which would happen if you moved
So you simply motion for the two males to keep quiet and snuggle back down, making the most of this time to get some more much needed sleep
Neither of you live it down the next day though
You are sure that had it been any other boss then there is no way that the teasing would be allowed
But considering N is a big softy inside he doesn’t do much except scold them, which scarily reminds you of your mother
Finally, a breakthrough in the murder’s is made, and they apprehend the person responsible after an anonymous tip off (yeah, it was you)
Turns out that Hakyeon’s first hunch was correct
The whole thing had been orchestrated by someone with a grudge that had been chucked out of VIXX for being rough with innocent people that the mafia had no qualms with and therefore making a bad name for them
After he confessed to the whole thing, Hakyeons name was cleared
To celebrate, Leo used one of his contacts to book a table at one of the finest restaurants in Seoul
Of course you get invited along
You played a big part in clearing N’s name so even when you denied the invitation, they wouldn’t take no for an answer
And when you tried to use the excuse that you had nothing to wear
Hakyeon presented you with a box that contained an outfit that you are sure costs more than you have earned your entire life; shoes and accessories included
So you had no choice but to go
In the end you are glad you went with the six men because you were in a private room and so had the freedom to drink and laugh as much as you wanted
And it ended up being one of the most fun nights you have ever had
The fact that the food was so nice was only a plus
It’s nearing 11 at night when you all start heading your separate ways
“Now that the whole serial killer ordeal is over, you are free to head back to your own house,” Hakyeon mentions as you arrive back at the hideout
His comment makes you pause in the middle of the hall
You had gotten so used to the being around so many people during your time there that the thought of going back to an empty house and leaving this whole adventure behind felt a little....weird
You had gotten so close to Hakyeon during the times you had spent locked away in his office (get your minds out of the gutter people)
While you knew you weren’t in love; you had only known each other for about 2 weeks after all; you could see yourself falling for him easily
In short, you fancied the pants off of him
Noticing that you weren’t walking behind him any longer, he turns around to face you, only to be met with the feel of soft lips against his
He immediately wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss, and slowly walks backwards with you, kicking his bedroom door open with his foot
Let’s just say that he really proves to you his dancer’s stamina that night
Come the next morning, everybody knows that you had spent the night in the bosses room
The most used words that day were “about time” and “finally”
From that day forward, you were able to call Cha Hakyeon, the beautiful, bronze skinned god of a man yours
And he called you his
During the hard times, you were there to offer a shoulder to lean on
When he became angry you were the one called in to calm him down as you were the only one not completely scared of him in that state and he would never shout at you
You also write more novels
More romance started to appear in them as well, to the surprise of everyone who had read your previous books
Your best selling one just so happens to be about six good men doing bad things while keeping the bromance alive
And while your life will never be easy or perfect when dating the boss of one of the most powerful mafia
It is totally worth it to be able to go home after a bad day only to see Hakyeon in his expensive silk pajamas greeting you with nothing but love in his eyes
I started writing this and then got sidetracked watching their Weekly Idol episode again so I lost my train of thought in the middle kinda.
I hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open so feel free to drop by my ask box <33 xx
