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inconspicuous bad apples - ch.02 (revamped)
pairing ›_taekwoon ⨯ reader ⨯ hakyeon feat. ›_ vixx wonshik ; got7 jinyoung ; cha minjoo (child oc) content ›_angst ; murder ; police au ; serial killer au ; mature language ; smoking ; drinking ; violence ; blood ; age gap relationship ; divorce rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_ 3k
a/n ›_ i decided to review this. is not quite all different, but i took off some unnecessary things from it.
「 ao3 | mobile m.list | inconspicuous bad apples m.list」
[ ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | work in progress ]
“Okay, Lieutenant. We got it.”,Jinyoung approaches you as you stand beside the autopsy table, you take a folder from his hand and he stops next to you, “Not to rain on your parade, but the girl is… I mean was– the daughter of Daeun Trading Corporation’s CEO”, Jinyoung sounds amused and you sigh, looking up at him disappointed, “Her name is Kim Da Eun”
“Of course she was”, you droned, earning a chuckle from Jinyoung.
You take a quick look at the files inside before looking at the girl again, squinting your eyes just the slightest to concentrate at the sight before you. Jinyoung’s focuses on his notes for a moment, oblivious to your antics.
“Something wrong”, you speculate, loud enough to get Jinyoung looking up at you with one raise eyebrow.
“Wh-What? Lieutenant–”, he faltered, letting his hands fall beside his body.
“Just a feeling. An instinct–”, you mutter vaguely, offering him a shrug.
Jinyoung breathes out tiredly.
“Lieutenant…”, he starts, “I used to think only I hated when you said things like this, but I’ve noticed it’s a unanimous feeling. People hate when you say something about this instinct of yours, it’s scary!”
“Me included”, you reply vaguely, adding a strangled sigh as you try to put the pieces together, making sure you’re not missing anything, “What do we have so far?”
Jinyoung dutifully walks you through the information gathered, the doctor adds more facts.. It feels like a promising day, alright.
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You look up when someone knocks on your table.
“We’re going out for lunch”, your Captain announces, walking around your table to take a better look at the files you have scattered before you, “Obsessive as always”
Although his words are a reprimand you can hear the compliment undertone he applies to them. He shifted his weight on his feet, taking a closer look at the files you have on your table.
“What are those?”
You slide one of the file to him and leans back on your seat, massaging your closed eyelids.
“Someone I know owned me a favor”, you confess while opening your eyes.
You see him flipping the file to look at the department’s name, not minding his troubled and rather upset expression, you show him the photos and your Captain snaps his eyes to look at you, inspecualting.
“This case belongs to narcotics, what are you up to?”
“Daeun’s case.” You starts, “Something seems off.”
“Y/n, you can’t compare the daughter of CEO Kim Shin Il with those druggies!”
“Captain–”, you insist, pulling the files for comparison, “Most injuries match and the disposal location as well and the prostitutes aren’t the only ones–”, he interrupts you in a hurry
“Forget this”, he snaps and starts closing the files, putting them in a pile, “I’m retiring, and you will be promoted soon, we don’t need to stir shit up, Y/n”, he leaves only the CEO’s daughter file open on top of the others and taps the photo of the girl’s ID attached to he files, “After lunch we’ll have the warrant for her boyfriend’s house. It’ll be over before you know it”
“But, Captain! Something is definitely wrong here”, you try dissuading him and pulls out Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend mugshot, “I doesn’t make sense!” You hand him the paper, tapping it energetically as you speak on, “How can a narcissistic girl like Da Eun date a penniless man who walks around like a homeless–”, he interrupts you
“How would I know? It could be another trend, who knows?”
“Captain, do you really believe that?” You defy him, staring into his eyes with your hands on your waist and the two of you simply stare at each other for a moment, “Captain–”, you try again once both of you calm down, “I know something’s off about this.”
“Y/n-ah~”, he calls your attention in a rather affectionate way that comes out as bothersome, “I told you before. You can’t solve every case trusting your guts”, he insists, “Sometimes it doesn’t work and when that happens–”, he sighs
He steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little, but still looking in your eyes.
“Y/n! Don’t do this”, he warns you, “Think about Minjoo~, huh?” He tries in a dissuading tone and pats your shoulders before letting go of you, “Let’s go eat something, it’s my treat”
It’s not that you don’t understand his mindset. You want this to be that simple, you want it to be just a simple case of an abusive boyfriend jealousy as much as your Captain. This way the case you would be off your hands and you could move on to the next one on the pile resting on the other side of your table.
There isn’t much time left for your Captain’s retirement and your promotion to take his place and both of you are excited for this for different reasons. He has his business planned to stay alongside his family and enjoy his supposed old age papering his grandkids. As a side effect of being taken under your captain’s wings is knowing his family very closely as if you’re part of it, Seungho is his eldest grandkid, only a year older than Minjoo and they go to the same daycare, you’re friends with his mother, your captain’s oldest daughter.
So, yeah, you know everything you need to about him wanting to settle down and he knows all your reasons too. Keeping a low profile is a must in such a crucial moment in this career, but you just can’t look away from what’s in front of you, not when you have such a golden chance in your hands to make this work not just for the CEO’s daughter, but for the others too.
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Your phone buzzes on your desk and the screen displays Hakyeon’s ID along with his picture, one that has him holding Minjoo during her last birthday party, and although the sound is subdued in the noisy room you’re not completely alienated to it, however you decide to ignore it, focusing on the files you have in hand, instead. Trying to connect the dots, because you know something off about this case, you know there must be a connection somewhere and if there is, you better find it fast before it’s too late to do anything about it.
“Lieutenant?” You look up to see Wonshik waiting for you expectantly by your desk, “They got Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend. They’re taking him to the interrogation room right now”, he pants
You jump on your feet and make sure to lock the files you’ve been reading in the lowest drawer on your desk before scooping your phone from your desk and walking hurried steps with Wonshik by your side.
“Who’s with him?”
“Detective Park”, he speaks respectfully
“Jinyoung?”
“Yes”, he nods
“Good”, you mutter more to yourself, then to him, “Did he say anything?”
“Aside from pleading innocence? No, sir.”
“Of course.”
He follows you into the room next to the interrogation room where some of the other detectives are gathered along with the Captain.
“How is it going?” You ask, moving to stand right in front of the two way mirror
“They gave us an alibi”, you Captain speaks, “We’re checking on it”, he adds with eyes glued on the scene unfolding behind the two-way mirror
“Brand named clothes and shoes. Limited edition, artesanal wrist watch…”, Jinyoung clicks his tongue, “You certainly is a high maintenance man”
“Why? Jealous?”, Jongup provokes, “I heard a cop’s pay off is real shit”, he adds, squinting his nose in disgust
“Still better than being a prostitute”
“Wow-wow-wow! Where did that came from?”
“Well, let me see–”, Jinyoung starts sarcastically, leaning back on his chair with arms crossed over his chest, “You’re unemployed and a complete nobody that ran errands for a low-life thug a few weeks ago, then out of nowhere you meet Kim Da Eun. Rich girl with a powerful father. Then, suddenly, you move to a better apartment and starts dressing like a well-bred bastard, except–”, this time Jinyoung’s the one who squints in disgust, “You have a horrible taste”
“I’m not a prostitute! What the fuck?”, Jongup replies outraged, “I’m a personal assistant, ‘lright?”
Jinyoung scoffs much like you on the other side of that mirror, most of the other detectives shake their heads in incredulity.
“Yeah, sure”, you hear someone say, somewhere behind you
“A personal assistant? You?”, Jongup nods insistently
Jinyoung keeps his eyes on Jongup as he opens the file on the table and only looks down to read.
“Moon Jong Up. 23 years old. Barely concluded middle school in a countryside town, the middle of nowhere–”, Jinyoung nudges the file away and looks up again, “How are you a personal assistant for people like Kim Da Eun and her friends?”
“I’m very good at what I do”, Jongup smirks with a careless shrug
“Two people testified that you were Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend, Jongup. Now–”, Jinyoung leans forward again, with his elbows on the table, “You can’t blame me for assuming you’re a prostitute. It’s the best case scenario for you to date a girl like her, even though we both know she could do much better. We understand her friends didn’t want to taint her memory by saying that, but still–”
“Alright, man. Just– stop right there”, Jongup asks in annoyed, raising both hands before dropping them loudly on his lap, “I wasn’t dating her or anything. She was a spoiled, manipulative, annoying bitch. Not exactly my type of fuck, no”
“Then why were you have pointing fingers saying that you were her boyfriend”
Jongup sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“The fuck should I know? All I do is fixing parties for these crazy rich kids, man”
“Then, how come Kim Da Eun spent three days in your apartment?”, Jinyoung doesn’t lose a beat and Jongup takes a deep breathe, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth and rolling his head with eyes closed.
There’s a silent in the room and Jinyoung nudges his chair closer to the table in between them and smacks his hand very loudly on top of the files, regaining Jongup’s attention in a instant.
“Hey!”, Jinyoung speaks on the top of his lungs and Jongup stares at him, but it’s obvious he wants to look away, “You’re about to be charged with murder.”, Jongup looks away, “Look at me!”
“He definitely knows something”, your captain speaks up
“C’mon.”, you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else in the room, “C’mon, speak up.”
There’s a silence in the room for a moment. Jinyoung watches the Jongup very closely, while Jongup looks everywhere but Jinyoung.
“Jongup”, Jinyoung calls, “Why did you murdered Kim Da Eun?”
“What the–”, Jongup protests comes out as a groan, “I didn’t murder anyone!”
Jinyoung starts talking again, but your attention is robbed by Wonshik, who walks in and hands you a file. You scan the file, reading the report as fast as you can before handing over to you Captain. Dong Il reads and curses under his breath.
“His alibi checks out”, you say in deception before speaking into the microphone, to Jinyoung, “Come over”
Jinyoung leaves Jongup alone in the room with a threatening remark and meets you with the rest of the team inside the two-way mirror room.
“What is it?” He asks as soon as he steps in.
“His alibi checks out”, you repeat and your captain pushes the file on Jinyoung’s chest while you lean on the table behind you with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.
“We confirmed he was arrested two days ago for fighting a VVIP member of the Lotus nightclub.”
“How did he got in a place like that?” Jinyoung asks in annoyance
“Even if he worked for Golden Tiger himself he’d need a high status in the syndicate to get in that club”, you comment
“He was a guest for a private party”, the detective makes a pause, “For Kim Da Eun”
“Apparently Jongup and the other guy was hurt pretty bad. They all went to the hospital, Kim Da Eun too. Kim Da Eun and her friend pressed charges against Jongup”, Wonshik explains, “They left and not too long after he was taken into custody by the Department of Organized Crimes, he stayed with them for two days”
“So, we’re back to square one?” Jinyoung asks
“This Kim Da Eun’s friend is the son of one of Kim Shin Il’s associates. I’ll call the judge, he won’t show up unless we summon him”, you add, “Go back there and try to find something about this other guy and that fight. If he didn’t mention anything about it, then he’s definitely hiding something”
Jinyoung motions his head before leaving the room and you watch him start the interrogation again before leaving the room with your phone in hand. You don’t notice your Captain following you.
“I’m relieved”, he speaks up with a smile and you raise your eyebrows in confusion, “The next Captain is competent”
He doesn’t wait for you to say anything, just walks away. Whistling his favorite tune with his hands in his pockets and it’s only when he’s quite far that you let it sink in and smiles to yourself at the thought before going back to what you were doing.
It takes some talk and some convincing, but once you get the okay from the judge, you go back to the room, to watch the interrogation.
“We confirmed it was your blood on Kim Da Eun’s hands… literally. So, I’m pretty sure we can hold you here”, Jinyoung states
“Are you fucking kidding me?”, Jongup protests, “I already told you!”, he speaks loud in frustration looking at Jinyoung, before looking at you, “There was a fight at the club, I got hurt and she got… dirty. That crazy bitch”
He whispers the last part to himself and abruptly stands up to lift his shirt up his torso to show the cut, the blood on the wound soaking the bandages.
“Sit down!” Jinyoung commands, stepping further into the room and slamming the file on the table, but he stays standing up
“You see this?” Jongup points at the wound, “It was two days ago and it’s bleeding again because you people keep assaulting me”
“You’re the one getting worked up”, Jinyoung clarifies in a low, threatening tone, “Now, sit. Down.”
If it was either Jinyoung’s piercing glare or the way he spoke in a yet darker tone, hissing the words with jaw tightened that made Jongup swallow hard and obey, you don’t know. But it works quite a lot.
“I was in jail! I was in a cell for almost two days”, he starts again, more quiet this time
“We already know that part. Tell why you fought with that other guy”, Jinyoung presses and Jongup goes silent again, “Are you scared of losing your sponsor or something?”
“Look. You don’t mess with people like him, okay?”
“Why? Why is so scary about him? Huh?”, Jinyoung smiles, leaning further on the table and closer Jongup, “I’ll make this clear. We won’t have nothing to hold against you if you just say what you know about this guy”
Jinyoung slides a printed screencap from a CCTV from the file, towards Jongup. Keeping his eyes locked with the other’s.
“Just tell me what you know about the guy and we can let you go”
Jongup hesitates before looking at the photo other table, his eyes shift between the photo and Jinyoung. He presses his lips and looks away, lost in thoughts for a moment.
“I’m–”, Jongup hesitates, “I’m not saying he killed her, ‘lright?”, the fear and hesitation is more than clear as he speaks, stealing glances at Jinyoung
“Why? Do you think he could murder Kim Da Eun?”
“I don’t know, man…”
“Hey, Moon Jongup!” Jinyoung calls, loud and clear, “Look at me. Speak clearly.”, he commands
Jongup does as he’s told. When he starts speaking again he’s still hesitating and biting down on his lips, but at least he’s looking back at Jinyoung.
“All I know is that he’s a twisted bastard”, Jongup speaks up, “Mr. Kim wanted his daughter to date this dude, but Da Eun came to me–”
“To you?” Jinyoung asked skeptically
“All I know is that she wanted someone to protect her from this crazy-ass dude. She was scared of him”
“Did she tell you why?” Jongup hesitates to answer, “Jongup!”
“I told you, he’s crazy”, Jongup halts
“How?”
“He’s a controlling freak. A total psycho, I’m telling you”
Sometimes comes to your mind and you reach for the microphone again.
“Jinyoung, ask if Kim Da Eun was being abused by her boyfriend”, there a pause while you stand back and Jinyoung asks
“You bet. Just ask anyone, if you make sure he won’t do anything to them, they might speak up too. Or just check on his ex-girlfriend.”
“So why did Kim Da Eun choose you?”
“Because she knows I’m good at what I do”
“You were a low-life thug.”
“Exactly–”, Jongup motions his head with a shrug, “I’m good at what I do”, he repeats himself
“Then, what happened?” Jinyoung presses in urgency
“The guy is like a vicious dog”, Jongup stresses clearly, tapping his index finger on the table to make the gravity of his words worth, “He came to the club and tried to take her away, calling her all kinds of stuff, trying to drag her away– He was high on something. I tried protecting her–my job, remember? But the crazy son of a bitch cut me open with a fucking broken bottle”
“You said he was high–”, Jinyoung insists, “Is he addicted to any illicit drug?”
Jongup scoffs. “Why? Do I get extra points if I answer that one?”
“It doesn’t matter. We have what we need to get the playboy over”, you say out loud to the others, “Wonshik, go check on the summon the judge is supposed to send. I’ll be on my desk.”
This is heading down the same path, only now the person to have fingers pointed at is different. You know quite well, how this might end, but you can’t take those files locked in a drawer out of your head. You know there’s something about it that connects everything.
⇽ chapter 01 | chapter 03 ⇾
Pick It Up (N/Hakyeon x Reader)
Rating: M, verrrrrrrry M
(A/N): Here’s a hefty little smut scenario that’s a Boss and Secretary AU featuring VIXX’s beloved leader, N! N-joy! (fire me that was bad lol)
You tapped your pink pen in boredom on your notepad as you stared out the shiny glass door of your office, watching and counting the various business people walking across. You wished longingly that you could be them, to at least be walking around the office delivering papers instead of sitting at your desk in your uncomfortably tight skirt while you waited for your boss to receive a call. With a huff, you threw your pen down and stared at the standard black business phone with a scowl, crossing your arms underneath your bust in disappointment. Even a call from a telemarketer or something would be entertaining at this point. Plus, it would give you the opportunity to hear your boss' velvety voice through the phone again as you alerted him of the incoming caller.
You didn't want to admit to yourself that you had developed a crush on your astoundingly young and attractive, surprisingly single boss...but you did. Cha Hakyeon was basically every girl your age's dream, and you'd beat out all your fellow secretary coworkers when Mr. Cha had personally asked for you after knowing that you had been the last CEO's secretary as well. As much as you loved the cute, little old man that was your last boss, your body told you that Mr. Cha would be much, much better. You slumped back into your desk chair, unbuttoning your blouse just a little as your cheeks flushed from just the thought of your boss. You fanned yourself with a small stack of papers, glancing out the window to see the sun glaring down on the other shiny skyscrapers that were probably filled with other businessmen and women who were sweltering as well. You stood up and walked over to the big window, glancing down to at the busy city street to see all the ant-like people struggling to escape the massive heat wave that hit the city. You were startled out of your thoughts as the phone rang suddenly, filling your quiet receptionist area with a cacophony that made you wince. You scrambled to pick up the phone, clearing your throat as you addressed the caller cheerfully, "Cha Hakyeon's office, how may I be of service today?" You felt your breath catch as you recognized the voice on the other line, smooth as silk, "________, it's me. Could you go and get me another cup of coffee, please?" You were nearly entranced by just the sound of his lovely tenor, stuttering as you stood up again, "O-of course, sir! I'll be right there." You slammed the phone back onto the receiver, eyes widening as you panicked and realized that you had just hung up on your boss without his confirmation. You bit your lip and dusted of your short pencil skirt, tugging it down slightly as you walked out from behind your desk toward the entrance of your office. Your heels clicked solidly against the chic wooden floor as you hurried off to the employee break room, catching the smirks of coworkers out of the corner of your eyes. You blushed at their stares, knowing fully well that they were staring at the curve of your ass and black pantie hose covered legs that seemed to go for miles. You swallowed any insults that rose in your throat, adjusting your skirt again as you finally reached the break room, closing the door securely and finding yourself blissfully alone. You sighed, mumbling to yourself as you grabbed a clean mug and poured a fresh cup of coffee, "If those jerks are so keen on staring and giggling like school girls to each other, why won't one of them just get the balls to say it to my face? Jeez." You tsked, stirring in some sugar and creamer, just the way Mr. Cha liked it, finding yourself smiling at the thought of getting to do this for him. You heard the door click open, another person walking up beside you as you sniffed disdainfully, knowing it was probably one of the snickering idiots out there as you forced yourself not to peek. "________, how's it going today?" You recognized the familiar deep timbre of Hongbin's voice, one of your many male coworkers who enjoyed tormenting you. You turned and smiled up at him, trying your best to look cheerful as you replied, a wryness in your words. "It's been okay, most exciting thing that's happened today is making this coffee for Cha." You heard him chuckle, furrowing your brow as you watched him pour himself coffee as well, his dimples showing suggestively, "I'm sure it's not the only exciting thing that's going to happen today." "What're you saying, Hongbin?," you exasperated, placing a hand on your hip as you added just a drop more of creamer before beginning to stir the coffee. "Are you and those other morons I call coworkers scheming something again?" This wouldn't be the first time the tall man and his cohorts had plotted some type of prank to tease you, you were their favorite secretary to pick on. Hongbin cocked his head to the side with a smirk, turning toward you briefly as his eyes trailed up and down your body, making you blush at his brashness. You could have slapped the dimples right off his face in that moment if he hadn't been for what he said next, heating your body up a whole ten degrees with just that simple query. "Do you dress that way for Cha?" He nodded down at your tiny skirt, smiling to himself as he glanced back up at you through his lashes. "Well?" "W-what...?," you stuttered in disbelief, picking up the simple white mug and avoiding Hongbin's gaze as you shook your head. "Hongbin, what the hell-" "Or maybe," he interrupted, a devilish smirk gracing his lips as he took another step back to admire your figure. "Hakyeon makes you dress that way...?" "Stop it," you commanded firmly, gripping the ceramic mug so tight that your knuckles turned white. You wanted nothing more than to splash your boss' piping hot cup of coffee in Hongbin's disgustingly handsome face, you couldn't understand why he picked on you like this.
The taller man glanced down and saw your struggling grip, giving a full body shrug with a cordial smile, "I'm only teasing, _______." He picked up his own mug of coffee, meandering toward the door of the break room with a look of pure innocence, "Don't take everything so seriously." He popped open the door with his foot, lifting his mug with another angelic smile, "I'll see you later, tell Mr. Cha I said hi." As soon as the door clicked shut, you stomped your foot childishly, fanning yourself as you attempted to bat away the sudden barrage of images of yourself straddling Hakyeon's lap in his office with increasingly less and less clothing. "Stop it, stop it, stop it _______," you muttered to yourself, pacing over to the door, gasping as you realized you've probably spent far too long getting his coffee. You walked as fast as your heels and skirt would allow back to your office, passing by your secretary desk and stopping before the big double doors of your boss' office with a hand raised to knock. You took a deep breath, straightening your appearance before you cleanly rapped on his door three times. You were met with a muffled, "Come in." You walked in with your wide eyes respectfully cast down, trying your best to make your sneaking glances less noticeable as you approached Mr. Cha's desk. Natural light flooded in through the back from the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating him from behind as he glanced up at you expectantly. You felt your heart lurch in your chest as you looked up and met his eyes by accident, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you noticed once again how hot it was in here. He took your breath away just sitting there, his suit jacket having been discarded and thrown across the back of his chair, leaving him in nothing but his white button down shirt. His muscular, tan forearms were exposed below his rolled up sleeves, his hand setting his pen down as he quirked an eyebrow, voice polite, "Is there something wrong?" You realized a second too late that you had been staring, hand shaking as placed down his coffee and rushed an apology, "N-no, sir! My apologies, here is your coffee!" The dark liquid sloshed up the side of the mug dangerously as you pushed the cup toward him hastily, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Thank you, ________," he said, lifting the mug and taking a generous drought from it, your eyes trained on the way his long and elegant neck flexed as he swallowed. You felt your thighs press together on their own accord, your hands clenched neatly together in front of you as you felt yourself gulp at the sight as well. Hakyeon set down the cup with a content sigh, his legs spreading slightly wider as he leaned back into his chair. He considered his paperwork in front of him for a moment before he let his gaze wander over to your figure. You automatically stiffened at his attention, hands clammy even in the stifling heat of the office as his dark brown, nearly black eyes roved over your body. Your own eyes were still cast politely to the side, awaiting more instruction from him as you basically allowed your boss to check you out, not that you minded. You were snatched out of your reverie as he suddenly chuckled, "Why do you look like I'm about to bite you? Am I that scary to you?" "O-oh, no sir," You quavered quickly, wringing your hands nervously as you glanced up to see him still admiring you. You shifted in your black high heels, your hips attracting his attention as he watched you writhe under his gaze. "You look very nice today, ________," he observed lightly, turning back to his work and picking his pen back up as he shuffled through his papers. He was so casual about it, but you felt your heart race faster than a professional runner as you glanced up at him in surprise. "T-thank you, sir," you murmured, eyelashes fluttering from his simple compliment as you squirmed slightly on the spot. You pressed your thighs even harder together, not understanding why this time, out of all times, you had to be getting aroused in front of your boss. "Oh," he said, looking back up at you, eyes roaming over you once more before looking down. You almost didn't catch the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip, but you did, and your eyes grew two sizes bigger at the site. What was he doing to you?
"I know it's hot, ________, and I really appreciate the view," he nodded with a small smirk toward your slightly exposed cleavage, your button still undone from earlier. "But you should still remain professional, okay?" You flushed, hands racing to cover yourself up and grab the rogue button, but was quickly stopped by his low voice, "Don't." He smirked again, something deep and dark in his brown eyes as he met yours slowly, "...Leave it." Your fingers fell away from your blouse in shock, mouth agape at your boss as he turned in his chair toward you, crossing his legs gracefully as he smiled, "That'll be all, _________. I'll call if I need you again." "Y-yes, sir," you mumbled with a nod, feeling a drop of sweat run down from your jaw toward the valley of your breasts, sliding down the healthy curve of your chest. You didn't fail to notice the way your boss' eyes followed that single drop, looking positively starved as he bristled in his chair. You thought now would be the best time to leave, turning away swiftly and walking with a purpose toward his office door, but still feeling his stare on the curve of your ass. You nearly slammed the doors to his office close, slumping against the door frame as you finally let out a gasp. You hadn't realized you'd nearly been holding your breath the whole time you were there as your chest heaved for more oxygen. You bit your lip as you felt a surge of heat from between your legs, a slightly uncomfortable and very noticeable wetness seeping through your black pantie hose. He really did all of this to you, left you in complete shambles with nothing but his words and stares. You couldn't help but think of what Hakyeon had said to you about your blouse, recalling your and Hongbin's earlier conversation in the break room. You straightened back up, hurry back to your desk with a tired sigh as you collapsed into your chair. Cha Hakyeon was a dangerous man.
An hour or two had passed before you got another call, bored half to death as you lazily took the phone off the receiver. You cleared your throat and greeted the caller brightly, "Cha Hakyeon's office, how may I be of service today?"
"You picked up, such a good girl," simpered the familiar tenor of your boss, your fingers squeezing the phone tighter as you blinked rapidly, wondering if you had fallen asleep at your desk and this was all some wacky wet dream. "Sir...?," you ventured cautiously with a bite of your lip, curious yet apprehensive as to why your boss was calling you. "That's right, sweet heart," he chuckled affectionately, your chest stirring at the pet name. "You know what, _______?" You gulped at his question, not really understanding where this conversation was going and what exactly he wanted. You were afraid to respond, not wanting whatever crazy lucid dream you might be having to end as soon as you spoke. The other end of the line was silent, waiting for you to ask him about what he thought as you tentatively reached out to him, "What, sir?" "You know how I told you how nice you looked today? Well," he sighed contently as if easing into a more comfortable position. You could almost imagine the movement, his shirt unbuttoned slightly, muscular thighs spread wide and inviting as if begging for you to slide into his lap. His voice reached a lower octave than you'd ever heard come out of him before, legs trembling at his words, "Nice was an understatement. You looked completely fuckable, like I could bend you over my desk in that tight little skirt of yours and take you however I wanted." You were unable to stifle the soft moan that escaped your petal soft lips, a hand quickly clapping over your mouth as you continued to listen to him, goading you on, "You'd like that wouldn't you? You didn't think I didn't notice you pressing those pretty little thighs together earlier? Were you getting wet just looking at me, sweetheart?" You couldn't help the next moan that slipped out, letting him fully hear your whimpers as you felt the heat pool once again in your pantie hose. You heard him chuckle on the other line, his voice seeming to draw content circles around you, like he finally knew your dirty secret, "Don't feel too embarrassed, ________. I'm rather happy to know that my interest wasn't one sided." He sounded smug as a cat who had trapped the juiciest, most delicious mouse he'd ever seen, taking his time to wonder just how he would savor it. You didn't know what to say, words coming out in a jumble as your lip trembled, "Sir, please...I'm already embarrassed enough by this situation as it is." Your eyes darted toward the glass door to your office, watching as your innocent coworkers dashed here and there, unaware of your current conversation with your boss. "There's no need for that, baby girl," Hakyeon smirked, his words drawling as he teased you more. "Why would I do that to my favorite secretary?" You glanced over at the door again, rousing yourself to shuffle over and draw the horizontal blinds to block out any unwanted eyes. "I'm only looking out for our best interest." You were stopped halfway to your desk by his choice in words, a pregnant silence passing before you continued your journey back into your seat as you replied, "'Our' best interest? Sir-" "I think you and I both want the same thing, _________," he interrupted confidently, the smirk on his lips dancing behind the blackness of your shut eyelids. You shook your head as if trying to clear his words out, still unable to believe that this wasn't all some crazy, heat-induced dream. Your brain was probably, quite literally, melting down and your insane imagination was helping your cope. Yet, your warm body told you that this really was happening, and that your infuriatingly attractive boss wanted you like you wanted him. You ventured out coyly, undoing a few more buttons on your sweaty blouse as you murmured, "I can't help but wonder what that would be..." You heard him chuckle in disbelief, imagining his head being thrown back with his long, gorgeous neck exposed. His lips were back to pressing to the phone, the smile in his voice must have looked enchanting, "I wish I could just have you back here in my office, baby girl. But, you do have to be a good little secretary and stay up there." It's almost like he knew you were pouting in disappointment as he added, "For now though, why don't I help you get through this last stretch of work?" "How, sir?," you asked, feigning complete innocence as your mind went down a much naughtier rabbit hole. You crossed your legs, tightly squeezing your thighs together to gain the sweet friction you were craving. "How about I talk about how badly I've been wanting to fuck my secretary's tight little pussy?," Hakyeon suggested darkly as the sounds of him settling back into what might have been his big leather desk chair as he continued, "You've been such a bad girl, _______, distracting me from my work..." You let out the softest moan, heat pooling in your stomach as you whimpered, "I'm sorry, sir, I'll do anything." "Touch yourself," he said blankly, and you swore underneath your breath lightly, hand already searching for the zipper of your tight skirt. "Tell me about how it feels so fucking good to finally touch your soaking cunt." You balanced the phone in the crook of your neck as you slid your skirt down your thighs, gulping back a loud moan as your fingers slid into your pantie hose. Your fingertips skittered down your smooth pubic bone, finding no other obstructions as you dipped into your folds imagining it was Hakyeon's hand pleasuring you instead of your own. You thanked yourself for deciding to not wear underwear that day, not realizing that not wanting pantie lines would bring more than one blessing that day. You released a choked moan as you found your sensitive button, back bowing against your office chair as you heard your boss chuckle lowly on the other side of the call. "Use your words, kitten," he murmured, sounding slightly dazed, or maybe entranced, by the sounds your self-pleasuring was eliciting from your vocal cords. "Tell me how good it feels. You're thinking of my fingers aren't you? Go ahead, I can't even begin to imagine how wet you are right now. Are you dripping on your chair, you little slut?" "Y-yes," you choked out, fingers frantic on your clit as your eyes squeezed shut. You imagined him kneeling before you underneath your desk, his long digits working wonders on your folds as your slickness slid and squelched from his movement. You easily inserted a finger in your yourself, aided by your arousal as the intoxicating feeling of pressure against your walls coiled deep in your stomach. "You feel so fucking good...!" You heard his breath catch on his side of the phone, voice growing husky, "You like that don't you? Got quite a mouth on you as well, what a dirty girl. You know what else you could do with that mouth? Suck-" "Suck your big cock," you cried out desperately, earning a shocked groan from your boss as you quickened the pace on your working hands. You felt pathetic begging like this, but you wanted nothing more than to touch him, "Please, sir...!" He cut you off curtly, struggling to keep his composure as his voice shook, "Get in here. Now." He hung up on you abruptly, leaving you scrambling to pull your skirt back down and drop the phone on the receiver hastily as you shuffled over to his office door. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took the cold stainless steel handle in your hot palm, the momentary temperature difference a relief that soothed your nerves before you pulled the door open. You were temporarily blinded by the bright light of the sun reflecting off the glass of another building and streaming in through the large windows in the office. You looked a complete mess, hair tousled, makeup probably running, with your clothes in all sort of disarray as your eyes finally met the dark gaze of your boss. He sat cool as can be behind his desk, relaxed back into his chair as he lifted a hand and calmly commanded you with his smooth voice, "Come here, ________." You shivered at the soft demand in his voice as you moved as gracefully as you could over to him, trying not to look as eager as you felt. You waltzed softily around the edge of his desk, his dark eyes watching you with a slight smirk on his lips as he slid his chair back a little, "Right here, baby girl." He patted his thigh, and the thought of your soaked heat rubbing against the fabric of his dress pants made you swallow. You straddled him, settling on top of him as he stretched back comfortably in his big chair, clearly admiring your messy state. He reached up with a smirk and wiped away a smug of your lipstick with his thumb, "You're like this already and I haven't even touched you yet." He shifted his legs and considered the obvious wetness that was seeping on his pants from where you straddled him, a blush dusting your cheeks as you looked away, "Such a good girl." "No, no," he scolded softly, cupping your face and turning you back toward him. "Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. I know exactly what kind of slutty little princess you are, so don't even try it." You gulped, leaning into the palm of his hand to press a kiss to the heel of it as you looked up at him through your lashes, trying to satiate him with your touch, "Sorry, sir, it won't happen again." "Good, now," he smiled darkly, shifting you toward him so that your heat brushed over the obvious bulge in his tight dress pants. "Can you tell me how you're going to deal with this problem as my secretary?" You wet your dry lips with your tongue, doe eyes focused on watching your fingers trail up the shining buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, which already exposed some of his smooth, tan chest. You were briefly distracted by the slight movement of his hips beneath you, the fly of his pants caressing your clit gently as you splayed your fingers over his shoulders, answering simply, "As your secretary, it has always been my duty to fulfill your every command." You let your words ring in his ears, glancing up with a slight smile as you saw the glazed look come across his face at your words that were soaked with suggestion. You couldn't help yourself from egging him on more, eager to have his hands somewhere more than where they were massaging circles into your hips, "To satisfy you...so that you can do your best work." Your words had the desired affect, Hakyeon's already dark gaze deepening down even further into pools of pure lust as you were tugged closer by your waist. One of his hands cupped your cheek, fingers threading carelessly through your locks of messy hair as, without words, he abruptly locked lips with you. You felt something in your chest drop to the pit of your stomach in relief, mixing with the feelings of want that were boiling below the surface of your skin. You were nearly stunned frozen in your place, hardly able to reciprocate the insistent kisses of your boss as you realized your were actually doing this. Hakyeon seemed to notice this, urging your with his mouth and tongue that everything was okay; this was fine and that you should be enjoying yourself. You sunk into his hold, not realizing how tense you head been until you felt all of yourself relax against his body as his slick tongue slid past your lips and found yours. He hummed approvingly into the kiss when your fingers found themselves undoing the top buttons of his dress shirt, hands slightly shaking in anticipation from the thought of touching the warmth of his bare skin. How many times had you imagined this moment in the dizziest of daydreams? Drunkenly confessed to your friends how much of a crush you had on your boss while they snickered pityingly at you from over their half-empty cups? Now everything you had dreamed about was becoming a reality and it still felt imaginary, too good to be true. He pulled away for a moment, out of breath and watching with half-lidded eyes and a small smile as you slid his shirt off his shoulders in wonder, reveling in the tan expanse of his bare skin. He leaned down and mouthed your neck, licking possessive stripes over your pulse as his own fingers worked diligently to rid you of your already half-undone blouse. He stayed silent, seeming satisfied to simply listen to your breathless pants and small whimpers as he marked your neck with light pink bruises and tender bites. Whalst your hands trailed over his collarbones and toned stomach, you stopped for a moment and sucked in a breath, allowing your eyes to slide shut and neck to roll back as he bit on a particularly sensitive part of your neck. The softest of whispers left your lips, but he still managed to hear the aching way you said his name, "Hakyeon..." He groaned at the sound of his given name leaping off your tongue, never having heard you ever call him anything other than Mr. Cha and sir. It made his cock twitch impatiently inside his pants, urging him to skip the formalities and to just bend you over his desk and take you until he felt satisfied. But he had more self-control than that, and he wasn't going to become over eager and lose the chance to really see what other ways he could make you say his name like that again. You felt him push your blouse down your shoulders and off your arms, allowing it to flutter to the floor like a fall leaf as he drank in the sight of your newly exposed skin, "So fucking beautiful." You blushed but allowed him to admire you as long as he liked as you played with the hairs at the back of his neck, asking tentatively, "A-are you just going to stare?" A smile glanced over his lips, blinding and genuine as he chuckled lightly, "I'm just taking my time to really appreciate you, sweetheart." He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of your breast, right over your heart, earning him a small whimper from you as he murmured against your skin, "I've never really gotten the chance to properly reward you for being such a good secretary. I think now is as good a time as any, hm?" You could barely nod, threading your fingers through the softness of his raven locks as he sucked more hickeys on the tender skin of your chest. His fingers brushed over your ribs teasingly before they found your shoulder blades, thumbs tracing the projecting bones before finding the clasp to your bra. He unclipped the offending piece of garment that was blocking him from covering more of your skin with his mark easily, sliding the straps down your arms like he was unwrapping a wonderful birthday present. He had an attractive smirk on his lips as he took in your bare breasts, gazing at them in appreciation like they were something he expected. Your inner inquiries on his look were answered as he leaned down and flicked his tongue across the hardened nub of your nipple, murmuring with a satisfied expression, "You're better than I had imagined, ________." Your back bowed as you pushed your chest into his waiting mouth, his lips eagerly attacking the hardened points of your breasts. A broken moan left your own lips as one of Hakyeon's roughened hands found your open breast, fondling and pinching your nipple until it felt almost unbearable. The feelings of pleasure were nearly too much, your hips accidentally rolling into his and causing him to pull away from your chest with a sudden groan, "Fuck, baby girl." "Hakyeon," you whimpered, hips not stopping as you ground down teasingly over his length. You could practically feel how big he was, even tucked all nice and neatly inside his pants, and you wanted him like nothing else. "Please, let me..." Without his permission, you slid slowly off his lap and down to the cold marble floor that made up his luxury office, goosebumps racing up your thighs. Your hands worked eagerly to ease him out of his pants, the clinking of his black leather belt exciting you nearly as much as his touch did. When you pull him out of his pants, you can't help but swallow the lump in your throat as you blatantly admire his length. You hear him chuckle, but there's a slight strain in his neck and his fingers are locked tightly to the arms of his chair, "You like what you see, kitten?" In a lusty daze you nod, leaning forward to press your cheek to his thigh and teasingly run the tip of his cock over your wet lips. His breath hitches when you run a nail down the side, gently following the prominent vein that proudly bulged from tip to base. It's when you feel him twitch inside your palm that you can't control yourself any longer. You welcome his cock into your mouth, tongue slickly sliding down the underside as you practically swallow him, your gag reflex suddenly almost nonexistent. You feel his thigh muscle tense underneath your cheek, looking up at him through your lashes to see his forehead covered in sweat, mouth open as pants and groans are pulled from his throat as you suck him off. You swallowed, throat flexing deliciously around the tip of his cock as your hands gripped his thighs. One of his hands finds the back of your head, his ragged breathing making everything he said sound ten times sexier, "Jesus Christ, baby girl." From the way his hips were shifting forward in his chair, you could tell that Hakyeon was a second away from cumming in your mouth. You thought lustily of how he might taste, anticipating the moment when his salty seed would touch your tongue, but was promptly robbed of that fantasy when your mouth was tugged off his cock with an audible pop. Hakyeon saw your surprised and disappointed expression and chuckled lowly, thumb brushing away the trail of spit on your chin, "You really thought I would let myself come in your mouth? Oh no, sweetheart," he shifted you off the floor and up onto his desk by your hips. "My cum is going to fill up that wet little pussy of yours." You let out a shaky moan as he pushed you back against his desk, not caring that you scattered his neat stacks of paperwork while his mouth closed over yours again. While distracting you with his tongue, his fingers worked seamlessly to push your tight pencil skirt over your hips. You let out a surprised squeak as he forcefully tore a hole in your panty hose, not wasting a moment as his fingers slid deep into your heat. He pulled them out, holding his hand up to the light to gaze at your essence coating his fingers with a smirk, "Look at that, princess." He brought them to his mouth and cleaned them with his tongue, eyes closing in rapture at the taste before reinserting them into your pussy. "You taste as good as you look." You whimpered and squirmed underneath him, his arms caging you in as his fingers curled in and out of you at a breathtaking pace. You could only choke on his name and swallow his own groans as he kissed you until your lips felt like they surely would be black and blue the next day. It felt like you were caught in between release and not, a frustratingly endless cycle that you thought would never end until his lips left yours and were suddenly blowing cool air on your heat. Without any words, he knelt between your spread legs, leaving quick kisses on your inner thighs before lavishing his tongue over your clit. "Hakyeon...!," you cried, fingers weaving into his hair as you tugged roughly on his dark locks, earning you a muffled moan. The sounds of him sucking and licking your heat, accompanied by the dirty squelching over his digits thrusting harshly into your pussy echoed off the tall walls of his office, bouncing across the smooth, white marble floors. If the sound of him simply eating you out was enough to get you off, titling your head down to watch him work his tongue over your wet folds sent you over the edge. He pulled away from your clit, lips shining with your essence as he roughly thrust into you, growling, "That's right, kitten, fuck back against these fingers." And you did as you were told, clinging for dear life on the edges of his desk as your climax slammed into your lower stomach, your walls clenching tightly around your boss' fingers as he relentlessly drove you into a pleasured frenzy. "Ah...!," you gasped, feeling something strange and warm trickle down your legs, a tight new knot snapping inside your belly. "Would you look at that, baby girl, squirting all over my desk like you own the place," he smirked, pulling his fingers out to watch the rest of your release drip off his desk and onto the floor. "You're a fucking mess, _________." You didn't even get the chance to apologize through your hazy embarrassment as you felt him suddenly slap your inner thigh with his length, his hands carelessly guiding and pulling you to bend over his desk. Your cheek pressed against the warm wooden surface where your back was, breasts squished firmly underneath you as Hakyeon brushed the tips of his fingers teasingly over your ass, "I wish you could see yourself right now, sweetheart. Ass in the air, pussy dripping down your thighs, and already fucked out even though I haven't even gotten my cock in you yet." You quivered in anticipation, toes curling as he prodded your opening with the tip of his dick, not waiting for anyone as he promptly shoved his entire length inside of you. You couldn't help the squeak that came out of you at his sudden intrusion, the new stretch his length was providing not uncomfortable, but not yet pleasurable. You heard him give a short laugh of approval before he began to rock in and out of you, his hips snapping precisely and neatly into your ass. All you could do was bite your lip, screw your eyes shut, and gasp his name over and over as he took you from behind. "So tight for me," he murmured, head rolling back and dark eyes sliding shut at he let the feeling of your heat clenching around him take over. You were so wet and hot, gripping his shaft so well that it felt nearly impossible for him to maintain his usual endurance. Hakyeon prided himself in his self control, allowing him to drag out a good fuck for as long as he damn well pleased. But you and your beautifully tight pussy were giving him a run for his money as he felt his own release approaching. "Tell me that you want my cum, baby girl," he groaned, the flicking of his hips growing erratic and frenzied as he bent over and pressed kisses to your back. "Tell me you want your boss' cum to fill you up." "I want it, Mr. Cha!" You cried, hands balling into fists as you felt him give one last powerful thrust deep inside of you, a sudden foreign flood of warmth spreading within your core. "Oh, god, yes..." Hakyeon stayed inside you for almost a good minute releasing himself into your pussy, his head bending over to touch your back as he panted for breath, "Such a good girl." After a few more moments of simply feeling him softening inside of you, he pulled out gingerly, careful of your sensitive lips as your thighs trembled from the sudden emptiness. You laid there in a complete daze, barely hearing him tuck himself back into his pants and buckle his belt. You felt yourself being scooped up by him, your arms naturally coming to wrap around his neck as he sat back down into his plush leather chair. He leaned over and picked something up off the floor, presenting you his shirt with a smile on his face as he offered it to you to cover yourself as modestly as the situation would allow. You returned his smile with a blush, drawing the white material over your chest, "Thank you." "You're welcome," he said simply, turning your head with his hand to capture your lips in a slow passionate embrace. His tongue darted into your mouth for a quick taste before he pulled away with a smirk, "Did you enjoy yourself, ________?" "Yes, sir-" "Hakyeon," he interrupted with a bright grin, nearly blinding you with his beauty as he repeated, "It's Hakyeon from now on, okay?" "Okay," you answered, looking down and smiling to yourself as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You saw the complete disaster that was his desk and sighed, "Guess I have my work cut out for me..." "Don't worry about it," he smirked, pressing a peck to your lips. "Just worry about the fact that I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you from now on. I'll get another secretary to clean it up." "Another secretary...?," you frowned, looking up at him in disapproval. "I'm the only secretary you'll ever be needing, Hakyeon." He let out a laugh at your braveness, gathering you in his arms better, "Yes, ma'am." He nuzzled into your neck affectionately, "Look at my little secretary getting brave and talking down to her boss...just what do you think I should do with her?" His umber eyes darkened to those now familiar suggestive pools as he said lowly, "Maybe she needs to learn her place...?"
VIXX Reaction To Their Non-idol Girlfriend Bringing Them Homemade Meals
Request: VIXX reaction to their non-idol GF bring them some homemade meals for him and his group as to show support?
A/n: Sorry this took so long, enjoy!~Joy
N/ Hakyeon:
Wakes up super late on his day off due to working so hard during the week to see you with packed lunches for the boys and him. “Ah, Jagiya, bless!”
Leo/ Taekwoon:
Leo would be finishing up dance practice with the boys and would see you enter with homemade lunches for everyone, he would pull you in for a hug and then give you a kiss on the cheek and the boys would thank you. “You didn’t have to do this, but I love you!”
Ken/ Jaehwan:
“I love you” he would whispered as he devoured the food.
Ravi/ Wonshik:
“What did I do to deserve you?”
Hongbin:
“You’re the love of my life”
“Awe I love you too Hongbin”
“Not you, the chicken.”
Hyuk:
“I love you so much, Jagi!”
Cupcakes n’ kisses (Hakyeon fluff/smut)
Genre: fluff / smut
Length: 2.2k
Pairing: Cha Hakyeon (N) + You
Summary: You knew you shouldn’t have set out the cupcakes so early
Hiii! Thank you for the request, hopefully this is smutty enough since it’s not as long as my other two!
Also I’m gonna have to agree with you there ;) Hakyeon is great fangirl bait *_*
>>> REQUEST<<<
Hakyeon was just strolling into the room as you finished setting up the cupcakes on the coffee table, ready for when your family visited. Your mum had an enormous sweet tooth, and vanilla cupcakes iced with strawberry frosting was her favourite kind. Your parents hadn’t seen you since you’d moved in with Hakyeon, so they wanted to come and inspect the new environment that you were living in. However unfortunately, vanilla cupcakes with strawberry icing were also your boyfriend Hakyeon’s favourites and you regretted setting them out 3 ½ hours before your parents were actually supposed to be arriving.
“Ooh what’s this?” Hakyeon eyed the cupcakes as he strolled into the living room. His eyes lit up when he realised you’d made his favourite flavour. He couldn’t believe you’d made him his favourite cupcakes from scratch! Usually you didn’t like to bake at home since it was time consuming so he felt honoured that you’d taken an hour out of your busy schedule to make something for him. His day was already going well and this was just the cherry on top. “Yum! For me? Thank you I’m so happy you made these for me it’s been so long and you know your cupcakes taste a lot better than store bought ones.” It’d been a while since you’d made some for him and you only really did it on special occasions. He pondered over what he’d done to deserve them recently as his hand reached out to grab one.
You karate chopped his hand away from the assortment of cupcakes just as he reached for the one in the centre. He gasped, pulling his hand back and glaring at you with a look of betrayal.
“What was that for?” he whined, rubbing his sore wrist.
“These are not for you,” you gestured towards the cupcakes as you narrowed your eyes at him in annoyance, a smirk playing at your lips. “Those are for my parents who, in case you didn’t know, will be here in just over 3 hours. So it’d be much appreciated if you helped me to tidy up and make yourself look presentable.” You gestured towards his grey sweatpants and plain black t-shirt.
He retaliated by pulling a face at you for lecturing him and you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully before strutting away to tidy something else up before your parents arrived.
Hakyeon, being the persistent little devil he is, followed you out of the room and through the hallway to your bedroom. He stood at the door frame as he watched you hustle around your room, making the bed and fluffing up the pillows.
“Will your parents really be inspecting the bedroom too?” Hakyeon raised an eyebrow at you in question as you looked at him. You sighed seeing he was still holding that god damn cupcake and shook your head to yourself at his actions, going back to straightening the sheets. Despite your annoyance, you still smiled at the fact that a grown man was willing to go so far for a cupcake, however you didn’t want Hakyeon to see the amusement on your face so you tried not to face him for too long.
After you ignored his question Hakyeon spoke up again, “Can’t I just have this one cupcake?” he asked in a whiny tone.
“No, as I said those are for my parents.” You answered sharply without looking at him.
“Pleaseeeeee.”
It seemed as if his whinging was never ending. You huffed in annoyance and threw the sheets back down. “Hakyeon, no means no. So if you don’t mind going to put that damn cake back and then helping me tidy the house that’d be great.”
Hakyeon gave you a challenging gaze as you finally made eye contact with him, your hands on your hips. He took several more steps into the room before he was by the foot of the bed and held the cupcake up. He raised his eyebrow again, provoking you. You knew he wasn’t going to, but your confidence wavered as he held the cupcake just centimetres away from his mouth as he kept eye contact with you, inching it closer and closer to his mouth.
You stormed over to him and snatched the cupcake out of his hand and he gave you a disapproving look as he took it from you with his own, sticking his tongue out at you. As you and Hakyeon continued to childishly fight over who had the cupcake, you stupidly didn’t assess what was bound to happen. Moments later after your harsh pulling, your hand slipped resulting in Hakyeon tugging it sharply, using too much strength and hitting himself in the face with it.
You both gasped audibly at the mess it had made, frosting covering Hakyeon’s lips and the tip of his nose. The look on his face was priceless, eyes accusing that you obviously did that on purpose. After a few seconds you burst out laughing at how ridiculous he looked, pink frosting giving him the facial hair he wished he had. Offended by you mocking him, he made his ‘stank’ face at you, but broke into a smile at your hysterics. You were both breathlessly laughing at the situation for a while before the moment passed and your quiet giggles eventually came to a stop.
The atmosphere changed and when you looked into Hakyeon’s eyes they shifted to another emotion besides humour. Realising where this was going you felt heat pool in your stomach at his smouldering gaze and took a step closer to him. You swiped your thumb over Hakyeon’s bottom lip collecting the frosting. Hakyeon’s eyes grew dark as he watched you slowly bring your thumb up to your mouth and your tongue poked out, pink and pointed. Hakyeon watched the slow movement of your tongue as it licked all of the frosting from your thumb. You giggled at his reaction and reached for his lips again, collecting a respectable amount of frosting. This time however, you slid your thumb into your mouth and begin to suck, getting all the frosting off from inside your mouth. Making sure to loudly slurp and suck so Hakyeon could hear, you took a step closer to him and widened your eyes, feigning innocence. You saw his body visibly shudder at your ministrations and you smirked to yourself in victory, determined to continue this until Hakyeon admitted surrender.
You don’t know how you ended up like this but It wasn’t long before the two of you were laid back on the bed with Hakyeon’s hips resting in between your legs. Your fingers raked through his hair as he marked your neck with his tender kisses and his fingers ran up your sides. You giggled at the feeling and felt him smile against your skin, giving little nips as he realised that his actions were tickling you. He placed several more chaste kisses up the side of your neck and jaw, your giggles continuing at the sensation. Moments later you felt Hakyeon’s hands slid up the bottom of your jumper, his cold touch causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
“Up,” Hakyeon commanded softly and you followed his orders, raising your arms so he could pull your jumper off before attaching your lips together again. Your hands roamed down to the band of his sweatpants. He gasped as you pulled the elastic and then let go, snapping them back onto his skin and you hid a grin at his shocked expression. He nuzzles his face into your neck and growls playfully as you continue to laugh, his fingers tickling your sides.
After a few seconds you huffed out:“Yeonnie, my parents will be here soon, we have to make this quick!” You pretended to scold him, but you still sported a wide smile on your face. You didn’t want to rush this moment, however you did want him to cease the tickling on your sensitive skin. So your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He mirrored your grin into the act of passion and pulled back after several moments, sitting up and removing his shirt as he complied to your wishes.
You gave yourself a moment to admire his lean physic, fingers running down his flat tummy before resting on his sweatpants. Hakyeon moved himself around so you could easily pull off his offending clothing and you admired his naked body on full display to you. Seeing his rigid length made you eagerly tug your jeans down and Hakyeon discarded the garment onto the floor, caressing your body from your collarbone to your thigh.
Pushing your underwear aside, Hakyeon ran his fingers between your folds, accumulating the wetness that had formed.
“There’s no time for foreplay,” you panted staring into his eyes. He nodded breathlessly as he hurriedly pulled your undies off, trying to hastily remove your bra at the same time. Unfortunately for Hakyeon, he wasn’t very coordinated today and this took longer than necessary. You laughed at him and he made a face back at you in response. Eventually Hakyeon successfully completing his task and grinned smugly before adjusting his position above you.
You moaned as you felt Hakyeon push in and he captured your lips into a kiss as he continued to slide the rest of his length inside of you. Your hips arched upwards to try and get closer to Hakyeon, fingers finding their perch just below his shoulder blades as they lightly dug into his skin. He paused several moments, allowing your body to adjust to the stretch as he looked into your eyes. It would’ve been the perfect mix of passion and love if you didn’t reach out to swipe icing from the tip of his nose. Offering Hakyeon your finger, he opened his mouth ready for the taste of strawberry to envelope his mouth. However he was left with nothing and watched as your finger took a diversion to your mouth, slurping up the icing. You giggled at his faux appalled expression and his eyes crinkled up happily in response to your contagious laughter. He locked lips with you again and his tongue explored your mouth, the faint taste of frosting still lingering.
Your tongues were still tangled as Hakyeon began to move his hips, pulling a silent cry from your lips which was captured by his mouth. The canting of his hips continued to increase in intensity and speed until it reached a moderate level, him slowing down a little so he could admire you. Sweat was beginning to form on your forehead and your eyes were lidded as you struggled to keep them open from the pleasure that you were feeling. Your heart pounded at the clear love that clouded his eyes every time he looked at you and you hoped you could convey some of how you felt back to him as you clenched your insides around him, wanting to make him feel good. He groaned out, but still fought to keep eye contact as he never wanted to take his eyes off you.
Hakyeon’s head fell from it’s position onto your shoulder, suckling on your neck as his hands picked up your legs from his sides and wrapped them around his waist, wanting to feel you more. You both moaned at the change in position and the feeling of him being that much deeper inside of you
Soon it became too much with Hakyeon’s heaving breathing against your neck and his quick but precise thrusts which got you close to your orgasm. Your end obvious from the amount of moans that involuntarily fell from your lips every time your mouth opened. Hakyeon also felt himself near his end and crashed his mouth against yours to prolong his high.
You came with your lips attached, sharing the passion that was flowing through both of your bodies. Hakyeon continued thrusting inside of you, trying to increase your pleasure as he toyed with one of your nipples, giving it a lazy kiss before exhaustion took over.
After you’d collapsed next to each other and a comfortable silence fell over the bedroom when Hakyeon pulled a blanket over the both of you, he directed your head to rest comfortably onto his chest as his fingers absent mindedly combed through your hair as you came down from your highs and basked in the glow. The sharp inhales you both took synced and eventually slowed down as you caught your breath again. Your legs were intertwined and you kept the comfortable silence between you, content with just hearing the other person breathe. A few minutes later, when you were tracing different shapes onto Hakyeon’s chest, your boyfriend decided to speak up.
“Y/n?”
You hummed in response, resting your chin on one of your hands as you tilted your head to face Hakyeon. His skin was glorious, shining with the thin layer of sweat that had formed from the strenuous activity prior and his complexion was practically glowing.
“You do know I wasn’t actually gonna eat that cupcake, right?”
QUICK POLL
who would you guys like the first smut I post to be about? Because I have so many ideas but I'm not sure who's to work on first. Send me an ask or message about who your answer is. The choices are all of the vixx members: - Lee Jaehwan (Ken) - Cha Hakyeon (N) - jung Taekwoon (Leo) - kim Wonsik (Ravi) - Lee Hongbin (Hongbin) - Han Sanghyuk (Hyuk) The person with the most votes by Sunday is the person I will post my first smut of. [ p l e a s e vote !!! I wanna know what you guys want from me ❤ ]
i appreciate angst here and there but ultimately want RE couiple to bask in fluff
omg we same 🥺 whenever they fight im like ok they have to make up 0.1 seconds later. too soft for my own good 😔