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anonbebe97me · 5 years ago

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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂! (MX Reactions || Maknae Line)

“A/N: Long reactions ahead. No smut, but is suggestive! || Hyung Line found here ||

It’s Valentine’s Day, and he’s had a long day at work- he walks into your shared apartment, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. He looks around for you, but you’re not there. Quietly, he makes his way to the bedroom to see if you might’ve fallen asleep waiting for him, but when he opens the door, he sees you sitting on black, silk sheets, in that teeny tiny lingerie set that, when your sister had gifted it to you, you swore you’d never wear…

1.) 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷

He tiptoes to the door, definitely feeling terrible that he had to cancel the date you’d been planning for weeks- he doesn’t need you getting anymore upset than you probably already are.

That’s the last thing he wants…right?

But when he opens the door, he’s surprised to find a dim light filling the room, and when he sees you on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, he instantly smiles.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice he’s standing there until he says,

“Jagiya- you’re awake.”

You look up and smile, “Hyungwon.”

When he walks over and stands next to the bed, you’re expecting for him to acknowledge the obvious; you’ve changed the sheets to black silk, lit candles, and you’re clad in skimpy lingerie, akin to floss.

But he leans over and kisses your forehead, caressing your chin before turning around to take off his jacket. He’s calm.

You went way too far out of your way putting all of this together for him to be fucking calm.

You play it cool, stretching your legs out in front of you, going as far as pointing your toes to make your already shaven, sun-kissed legs somehow even more appealing.

He doesn’t bite. Not one bit.

After about five minutes of him completely avoiding looking at you, you find yourself huffing and hopping off of the bed, making your way over to him as he stands in front of his dresser, about to change into whatever sleepwear.

“Hyungwon.” Your tone is stern and slightly irritated.

He looks at you snd swallows, careful to keep his eyes on your face, and not at the way your thong sits right at the top of your hips, accentuating your delectable curves.

He clears his throat, “Yeah?”

“What the fuck?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, unconsciously causing your breasts to push up.

“What?” He’s not an idiot- he knows exactly why you’re upset,

“What do you mean ‘what’? I’ve been sitting around for like a fucking hour, freezing my ass off, might I add. All so we could make up for the lost reservation, which I made six weeks ago! But you have barely even looked at me since you walked in!” Your chest is heaving slightly, though you’re closer to biting his head off than you are to crying.

Your blood is boiling at this point, and his silence is driving you crazy at this point.

and then-

“Are you done?” A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips, catching you by surprise.

“Am I done?” You feel the anger rising again, but as you open your mouth to cuss him the fuck out, his arm snakes around your waist to yank you against his body,

“I said-” The way he’s looking down at you makes your knees weak, in the most delicious way possible,

“Are. You. Done.”

It’s not a question.

The grip on your waist is relentless, but his free hand is so tender as he bringsit up to your cheek- thumb circling softly on your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him,

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

2.) 𝓙𝓸𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓷

This morning, you said you had a surprise waiting for him for when he gets home- he assumed you’d meant some kind of dinner or a date or something, but when dance rehearsal went over, he was sure you’d scratch the plan and save it for another day. When he’d walked into the house, his thoughts seemed confirmed by your absence in any of the common areas of the apartment.

He gently opens the door and steps in, trying to make as little noise as possible.

That’s when he sees you, legs crossed, leaning back so that you’re propped up on your hands behind you. Your smile is unmistakable as you take in the expression on his face- in fact, that expression makes having waited around for an hour, worth it.

“Y/N…” His mouth is still hung open, cherry lips jutting out in delightful shock.

If this were any other moment, you’d have felt insecure with him ogling you as you sit there, practically naked.

But seeing him so dumbfounded makes you feel a sort of…power.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You ask, a smirk making its way across your face.

He swallows, “Sorry!” He jumps into action and quickly walks over to be with you, though he stops at the end of the bed.

You look up at him, an arch in your brow.

Slowly, he reaches up to undo the buttons on his jersey- each undone button revealing a new sliver of his bare chest. Your mouth waters at the idea of running your tongue across his smooth skin.

He catches you staring, and a smirk of his own flashes on his face.

“You wanna touch me?” He’s getting smug.

We can’t have that, can we?

He lets the black shirt fall to the ground, and then goes for the button on his jeans, though you quickly stop him, “Leave those on. I’ll do that myself.”

You’re not always one for dominance,

but boy does it feel good.

3.) 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓷

He and the guys had to stay late to meet with a singer that they’ll be collaborating with, and while they were writing together, they were throwing back a few beers.

Though he usually prides himself in being able to hold his alcohol, admittedly, he’s a *teensy* bit tipsy- definitely not enough to black out, though. He’s just drunk enough to where he has no qualms about stumbling through the bedroom door, completely disregarding the fact that you might just be asleep.

When he opens the door and sees you laying across the bed, flipping through a magazine, he leans back agains the door frame, clutching dramatically at his chest,

“How did I get so lucky to be able to come home every single day, to a fine ass honey like you?”

You scrunch your nose, repulsed at his use of the word fine, and ass, and honey.

“You’re drunk.”

“Not yet,” He smiles, cutting the goofy act a bit before walking over, crawling onto the bed just enough for his lips to touch the skin of your smooth calf.

He trails kisses up your leg until he reaches your hip, pulling away to admire the roundness of your ass, “Is all this for me?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, causing him to frown, “Don’t be mad at me…” he pouts.

“Changkyun. How could I not be? I’ve been waiting here for you, and you walk in here like it’s all a joke.”

This time, he stops and sits up, taking your expression to heart, “You’re- you’re right. I’m sorry. I can see that you were counting on me being home and being attentive to you, and I see how I fucked up…” He says, biting his lip.

You stare up at him, slightly caught off guard by how easily he acknowledges his mistake. Usually, it takes him like, at least an hour before he fesses up.

“Yeah, you did fuck it up…” You decide to drag it out anyway- if only because you were initially planning on torturing him with your silence and he’d bypassed an entire twenty minutes.

He reaches over take your hand in his, and you stare at him as he brings your fingers to his lips, kissing each individual one,

“Forgive me, beautiful… I can’t stand when you’re angry with me.”

You smirk at how soft he’s being- a behavior he doesn’t exhibit often, and you decide you’ll use it to you advantage a bit.

“Lay down.”

You’re forceful in your tone, and he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. He crawls up higher onto the bed and lays on his back, waiting for your next move. In one swift motion, you’re positioned on top of him, bringing your lips to his ear,

“You don’t get to touch me tonight…” You growl.

He furrows his brows, just about ready to throw a tantrum, but as he’s about to open his mouth in protest, your lips travel to his neck, and instinctively, he throws his head back against the pillows, the simple sensation already driving him crazy.

You come back up to look at him, but his eyes remain closed.

Slowly, you let your hand travel down to the button his jeans,

“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks, voice slightly strained as you finally get the button undone,

“I don’t know…I’m still mad,” You say, acting coy,

“but by the end of the night, you’ll definitely be mine.”

_____________________________________ Alright, I know this technically came out the day AFTER Valentine’s, but it be like that some times lol

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anonbebe97me · 5 years ago

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Hyungwon: reader wants to break up with him bc he's always cold and distant but in reality he's afraid of getting his feelings hurt if he gives his ❤️ to her... He begs reader to give him one more chance and it ends with steamy, emotional make up sex 😉 and him giving his ❤️ to her if course!

(A/N: Hey! it took me forever and i know it’s long but I tried my best

Warning: Smut.

“Hyungwon…tell me what I did wrong…” Tears fall in streams down her face as she begs on her knees for him to look at her, her hands reaching up to rest on his cheek only for him to harshly yank his head away from the gentle touch.

“Y/N, get up. You’re embarrassing yourself…” He looks away, tears threatening to form in his own eyes, though he quickly stifles them.

Her heart shatters at his cruel tone but her hand clutches at the fabric of his pants, “Hyungwon…please. This isn’t fair. If I’ve done something to you-”

“God, Y/N, Don’t you get it? I don’t love you,” His voice is almost a bark as he throws her hands off of him and stands up, “I can’t love you. I’m fucking incapable of it.”

His long legs carry him to the front door, but he pauses for a moment to look back. She’s still on the floor; eyes fixed on where he was sitting.

“Hyungwon, what did you get out of this? Stringing me along like a dog- did it give you some twisted pleasure? Did making me feel like shit for the past eight months make you feel good about yourself?” Her voice is quiet, but it’s steady.

He looks down and shakes his head as the tears finally fall from his eyes, though she can’t see him.

“If you walk out of that door right now, then this time…I want you to stay gone.”

The feeling in his chest can only be described as…sinking.

His hand grips the door knob hard enough to turn his knuckles white,

“So, you want me gone…?”

She stands up, back still turned to him, “If you won’t face your own feelings…then I need you gone.”

As she finishes her sentence, she finally turns around to face him; when she sees his pained expression, she’s so tempted to run to him and tell him she’s sorry for being so hurtful.

But she doesn’t. She can’t.

He takes a deep breath and purses his lips, “Then I’ll go.”

His knuckles tighten around the handle of the front door and he walks out, not bothering to close it behind him.

Somehow, she’s able to keep it together just long enough for him to get out of sight, and then- she’s a sobbing mess in the doorway.

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The tiny screen is blinding in the pitch blackness of his bedroom.

2:00AM.

He’s wide awake, and the night feels so heavy on his heart.

Though…it isn’t really the night that feels heavy, is it?

Instinctively, he scrolls to her contact. His thumb hovers over her name for a moment, but then he shakes his head and throws his phone next to him.

He quickly jumps out of bed and pulls on some jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing his wallet and phone.

The drive to her house seems endless. His heart is pounding in his chest, and his mind races with fears; what if’s and should I’s almost make him turn the car around back to his place, but something in him propels him forward until he’s finally parked in her driveway.

He grips the steering wheel for a moment before letting out a deep breath and getting out of the car.

He slowly walks up her front steps and raises his fist to the door, before deciding it might be better to call her instead.

The phone rings once, twice, three times before the call’s finally picked up.

“What?” He expects a hoarse, tired voice, but she sounds as awake as he is.

“Y/N, I wanna talk…”

“So now you wanna talk? It’s 2:20 in the morning, Hyungwon. This call can wait until later.”

“Actually, I’m- I’m at your house…”

“…what?”

“Could you please open the door…? Y/N? Hello?”

He takes the phone off his ear and sees that she hung up.

Standing there, he wonders if he’s made a mistake in coming, but as he’s about to let that part of his brain convince him to leave, there goes the click of the front door as it opens up.

Visibly upset and still in the clothes she’d worn earlier on in the day, she stands in the doorway, letting her arms fall limp at her sides,

“Why did you come?”

She does her best to emulate the same tone he’d used on her only hours before, but she can’t muster enough conviction to be truly convincing.

He runs his hand nervously through his hair and looks down, “C-can I come in?”

He’s acting different than she’s used to. He’s usually calm and collected, or incredibly cold- but this is new.

Is he…nervous?

Against her better judgment, she steps aside and motions for him to come in.

He walks past her and sits down on the couch, in the same spot he’d sat in as she begged him for his love.

She slowly makes her way over to the other end of the couch and sits down.

“Are you going to answer my question?” She asks, turning slightly to face him.

He’s been avoiding her gaze this whole time, afraid of possibly seeing rejection in her eyes.

Finally, he gathers the courage to look at her…and it all seems to go quiet; every fear, thought, doubt…gone.

He stands up and gets in front of her.

Her eyes are big as she looks up at him, waiting to see his next move

Without another word, he gets on his knees and leans forward into her lap; the sound of his sobs fill the room.

She’s stunned by his sudden show of emotion, and she almost can’t think of what to do.

“I’m so sorry…” He says through broken gasps.

This time, it’s him clutching at her legs with a shattered heart.

She wishes she could push him off, or echo the words he’d said to her when she was in that position…but looking down at him in this state, all she wants to do is hold him.

She gently brings her hands to his head, running her fingers slowly through his hair.

“Hyungwon…” Her voice is soft.

He comes back up and wipes his tears with the back of his hand, “Y/N…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been an asshole. I know I’ve been cold and distant… and I know you haven’t deserved any of it.”

She meets his eyes, her heart breaking at his tear-streaked face.

“When we first met, I told you about my parents’ divorce- about the courts, the lawyers… but I didn’t tell you about just how badly it fucked me up…” He took a deep breath,

“I’ve never let myself fall…not with anyone I’ve ever been with. It was soo easy to just cut it off once it started getting too real- but then…”

“But then…what?” She asks, leaning back to better look at him.

“But then you came along…I thought I’d be able to do to you what I’d done to those other girls. I thought I’d be able to hide…but you just won’t let me. And… I don’t ever want you to let me again,” His tears come to a halt as he stares into her eyes.

“Y/N… I love you.”

Her heart stops in her chest.

“What?” She can’t believe her ears.

A part of him still wants to run; to push her away again… but as she reaches for his face again, that part of him gets smaller and smaller.

“I said…I love you,” He moves his hand up to his cheek to grab hers and bring it to his lips. He kisses the back of her hand gently and then flips it over to kiss her palm.

She leans forward and brings her other hand to tilt his chin upward, “I don’t want you to say it if you don’t mean it…” She lets go of him and puts both her hands in her lap, looking away from him.

“I do mean it,” He says, scooting forward so that he’s only inches from her face, “I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N…” His voice is low and steady.

She can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it sends her heart racing even faster than it already was. She finds herself leaning in closer to him as he says, “Maybe from the moment I met you.”

He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips gently against hers, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek as his thumb grazes the corner of her mouth.

She steadies herself by clinging to his t-shirt, simultaneously pulling him even closer.

At some point, their lips part, deepening the kiss- if asked whose lips gave entrance first, neither would be able to answer; they’re completely entranced with one another, and soon, Hyungwon’s hovering over her on the couch, propping himself up on the back and armrest.

He pulls away, breathless as he rests his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes for a moment.

“Say it back.”

“What?”

He leans back, “I love you. Say it back.”

She can’t help the blush that spreads across her cheeks at his sudden boldness.

“I… I love you, Hyungwon.”

He’s heard her say it before, and in the past, he’s always brushed it off, changed the subject, ignored it… but hearing her say it now- hearing her saying it back; it’s everything.

He smiles softly and then sits down in the space next to her, “Come here,” He says, motioning for her to sit in his lap.

As she’s about to do as he asks, she gets another idea; with one swift movement, she positions herself so that she’s straddling him, her knees elevating her just enough so that he has to look up at her.

She rests her hands on his shoulders and then leans in to kiss him again, this time, letting her tongue graze his bottom lip gently. He wraps his arms around her waist, enjoying the intensity of having her so close, though she quickly pulls away to bring her hands to the hem of her blouse.

Locking eyes with his, she gently raises the blouse up over her head. She holds it in her hand for a moment, admiring his slack-jawed expression at the sight of her, before letting the blouse drop to the floor.

He leans forward, bringing her closer so that he can reach up to trails kisses along her collar bones. Eyes closing, she focuses on the sensation of his lips on her skin, her mouth falling slightly open.

“Hyungwon…” She whispers,“Come.”

She carefully gets off of him and grabs his hand. He stands up and goes to pick up her blouse, but she yanks him forward,

“Leave it,” Her voice is gentle, yet commanding.

As she leads him down the hall to her bedroom, she feels the familiar thrill of what’s to come.

Taking a few steps into the room, she hears the door close quietly behind them, but as she’s about to turn around to face him, he comes up behind her, gently sweeping her hair off of her shoulder as he lowers his lips to her ear,

“Is this what you wanted?” His fingertips drag gently down her arms and all the way to her wrists.

“Goosebumps,” He smirks, though she can’t see it- she’s lost in his touch.

“Stop teasing me…” Her voice says softly.

He chuckles and takes a step back, bringing his hands up to the back of her pretty, black bra, “Fine.”

He undoes the clasp, and she feels her heart flutter at the sudden freedom.

Gently, his fingers push the straps down her arm until it falls to the ground.

Her hands instinctively come up to cover her naked breasts, and they don’t move even as she feels his lips on her neck. He moves his hands to rest on top of hers, “Why so shy all of the sudden?”

She doesn’t know how to answer; his presence is too deliciously overwhelming to focus on anything else.

He slides one hand down slowly, further and further until his fingers are undoing the button on her jeans and then slipping under the waistband of her panties.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels two gentle fingers circling her sensitive clit.

He bites his lip when he realizes how wet she is, and though he can’t see her face, it’s enough for him to just hear her short gasps.

“Mm,” She whines, finally dropping her hands from her breasts, removing his only barrier to her chest. Instantly, he cups her right breast, simultaneously taking her nipple in between his index finger and thumb.

She buckles forward, bending over ever so slightly, making her ass go backward a bit.

She can feel his bulge against her ass, and it only adds to her arousal.

He takes his fingers out of her pants and she instantly turns around, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him on top of her as she lays down on the bed.

“Do you love me?” She asks.

He nods, pressing his forehead into hers, “Yes.”

“Prove it.” She lets go of him and leans back, locking eyes with him.

Without another word, he’s hooking his fingers onto the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down slowly, enjoying the reveal of her naked legs.

His hands run down the smoothness of her skin, and he lifts one of her legs up, gently placing a kiss on her ankle, and then trailing upwards to her knee. Gently, he places his hands on her inner thighs and spreads them slightly- just enough to reveal the small wet spot on her thin panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers before coming back up to lay between her legs. His lips are level to her breasts, and he cups one with his hand. She bites her lip as she marvels at how his big hand covers the entire surface of her boob, and she can’t help but bring her hand up to entangle itself in his jet black hair as she brings his face to her chest.

His tongue finds her nipple and he licks slowly around it teasingly as he takes his hand off of her other breast and brings it back down into her panties; this time, he slides his index and middle finger inside of her, keeping his palm firmly against her clit.

She juts forward slightly, a gasp escaping her parted lips,

“H-Hyungwon.”

Her moans motivate him further, and he wraps his lips around her nipples, gently sucking at it.

She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back, pleasure overtaking her weak body.

He’s always been good in bed, but right now, she’s convinced it’s the best he’s ever been.

The way his fingers curl into her, stimulating every single nerve…it’s sending her over the edge.

“Hyungwon,” She whines as she feels the build in the pit of her stomach, “W-wait-”

It’s too late- her legs are locking around his hand as her body erupts in waves of her delicious orgasm.

He smiles up at her, his hand slowing down slightly, though he doesn’t quite stop, “That’s not all, is it? I know you can give me just one more,” He whispers, gently kissing her nipple, “Can you give me one more, princess?”

She nods, breathless as she tries to recover.

He takes his hand out and locks eyes with her as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the taste of her off of his fingers.

She grits her teeth;

He’s so fucking beautiful…

She grabs him by his collar and brings him up to kiss her, “I want you.” she touches the hem of his shirt and pulls it upward.

His labored breath bounces off of the bedroom walls as he feels himself harden even more in his jeans. He yanks his t-shirt over his head and tosses it aside before he gets up on his knees to undo the button on his pants.

She watches him, biting harshly on her bottom lip as she feels her arousal full force, as though she didn’t just cum all over his fucking hand just a minute ago.

He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to expose his long, throbbing member. She salivates at the mere sight of him like this.

He brings his hand to the top of her panties and gently peels the wet fabric off of her, sliding it down her legs to toss them somewhere on the bed.

He goes back in between her legs, propping himself up by his arms on either side of her head. He lowers himself to kiss her gently, and she brings her hand down in between them to gently guide his dick to her entrance.

When he pulls away, his eyes are fixed on hers as he slowly enters her. He can’t help it when his eyes fall closed. Her wetness combining with how incredibly tight she is- it makes him utter a low, deep moan.

She wraps her arms around his neck and brings him closer, “You love me, don’t you?” Her lips are so close to his ear as she speaks.

“Fuck yes,” He says through his teeth.

“You love how tight I am?”

“Yes!”

Her eyes roll back as he picks up his pace, his pelvis making contact with her clit.

“You fucking love me, don’t you?” She asks, eyes still closed.

“Yes, Y/N, so much,” His muscles strain as he grips the sheets- the only touch of reality he has to keep himself from getting completely lost in the feeling of…her.

“I love you too,” She whimpers, feeling her second orgasm approaching.

He groans, “Say it again.”

“I love you!”

His steady pace becomes more brutal as he slams into her, her words drawing out the deepest moans from within him.

“Say it again, Y/N,” He begs.

“I fucking love you, Hyungwon!”

Suddenly, her walls clench around him as she reaches her climax, her face contorting as he thrusts one final time, cumming hard inside of her.

His thrusts slow slightly before he collapses, desperately trying to catch his breath. She brings her hands up to the side of his face and crashes her lips against his, melting into the warmth of his body.

She’s exhausted, but she can’t focus on anything but the fulness in her heart, and his heartbeat against hers.

“I really do love you…” He whispers, dropping his head to the crook of her neck, “So much…”

She smiles and leans her head on his, “I’ve always known…I just needed you to realize it for yourself…”

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