#seunghun x gn reader

[mgnifique-tion]

— from the heart.

summary || ``the scientist, y/n l/n, finds the key to the god of mischief’s hardened heart.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: i’ll be your man - btob / covered by park jeup, choi suhwan, and kim seunghun (build-up) lowercase is intended… »» read part 1 here

— themes and warning/s: open-ended (yet again), very mild swearing, the enemies have turned to complicated lovers, religious/christian metaphors, angst, death of family member (mentioned), thor mentioned 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (just a heads-up)

— a/n: entry for april! what the hell, y’all… how did i get so active writing about loki, i’m not even into the mcu that much anymore (idk, probably because he turned into a tree and that was sad?) anyway, this is the second part to “human reaction” so if you haven’t checked that out, just click the link on the title for some backstory. this has also turned out longer than earlier so wow, i think i’ve gone crazy for loki (thanks a lot, tom 👍) — edit: hello, so this was supposed to be up for april but i'm posting it now on july because, unfortunately, i have a very busy life with unexpected events taking place. enjoy reading!

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it was past midnight and that self-proclaimed god had brought you to the top of a hill, telling you to wait for him as he’ll be taking some time to converse with his allies.

allies in ruling the world? yes.

“faen!” you heard him growl into the darkness, which startled you from the rock you were sitting on. but of course, that sudden shock died down due to how tired you already were; sleepless and alert from anything that could happen if you’d ever close your eyes. there was that fear that you may never open them again if you had left them closed shut even for just a little minute. 

there was a long pause until you decided that it’d be somewhat of a good idea to say something. a single word at least just to fill in the silence. “... so, did the meeting go well?–”

“oh, will you just not question it!?” loki grunted, startling you again. well, he did say he wouldn’t lay a finger on you so erupting like a volcano right at you wasn’t technically breaking any rule. “don’t you see? it’s obvious that nothing else had gone well, you imbecile! what else would i have to offer you in exchange for your eternal silence!?”

then, he proceeded to take in a deep breath, closing his eyes to collect himself and his emptied patience while you just stared at him. yes, of course, you hated his guts and the fact that you couldn’t really do anything against him but you never intended to offend him; that question was genuine.

in fact, every single response you’ve ever given him was genuine.

“sorry,” you blurted out, “i was just asking. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or something... just wanted to know what went on.” the way your voice sounded so hazy and somehow breathy had given him the impression that you were already exhausted, not just mentally but rather physically. you couldn’t think of the words to respond anymore and maybe it would’ve been better if you had just said nothing.

but surprisingly, this was just another reason for loki to take interest toward your gift: humanity, as he’s said. “... did you just?–”

“yes… i did. i did apologize!” you didn’t even notice how your tone had changed; you’ve never raised your voice at him for the sake of him doing the same for you but you’ve had enough. you weren’t a friend, you weren’t even anything to him. you were just a total mortal stranger he spared, which does not give any reason for both of you to yell at each other but that rule has been broken.

after all, you’re just human and that is natural.

“i have never insulted after you’ve spared me,” you reminded him bitterly, getting up from that rock you’ve been sitting on ever since the past hour. you don’t even know why this god had brought you here and something about it was just familiar to you, just like the sacrifice of isaac. “i couldn’t sleep... i couldn’t eat... i couldn’t even ask you to stop whatever the fuck you’re doing to my world anymore but the moment i asked you about your stupid meeting, you just– you just blow up at me! is this what i get from saving you!?”

and that was the first time you’ve ever startled a god.

loki was stunned. slightly amused but completely out of words. just by staring at him, you’d know that he would start thinking of something with a smug smile but there was nothing on his face; he was fazed by you. 

“right,” he said with a low chuckle, “i must’ve forgotten you were human with feelings all over the place... natural... real.”

as the scepter started glowing again, panic rushed in your head and you damn knew that you had to run – just like the many times you’ve thought of that scenario but it just never took place. “you want a meal and an hour of sleep?”

“make it at least two–”

“four, it is.”

and despite the second peak of terror just occuring, that was also the second time he’s ever shown actual generosity. “you humans are too fragile,” loki commented with yet another chuckle as you huffed since that’s all you could do; you don’t trust his promises after all and you might never will. “... you really do need a proper leader. a god you can see, feel, and touch… not some written messiah.”

oh.

that statement must’ve crossed borders.

“... where do you want to eat?” he asked softly, almost as if he’s returning that genuine question he didn’t even bother to listen to. you were starting to wonder whether this was a symbol of your last meal. the last thing you’ll ever eat before your execution. 

who knows what else he could do with that scepter of his. “... well, in-n-out is open for twenty-four hours so…” you trailed off, looking away for a bit as your eyes scanned the area. every hill and path already turned into several landmarks in your mind as if you were the first person to discover it. “... would that be okay?”

once those uncertain words left your lips, the god of mischief smugly smirked back and nodded once. “i have one condition, however.” loki, of course, had to have some benefit from allowing you to take your basic needs as he stood before you, his hands clasped together and shown rather than his usual. “you’re not allowed to eat alone, therefore, once you purchase your cheap delicacies, we’ll come back here.”

so, a total bummer? of course, loki would know how to ruin your chances of escaping even if you hadn’t plotted against him… yet. “i wouldn’t want my apprentice to attempt freeing themselves, would i?” he knew what he was doing and you just had no choice; you needed to eat. you needed sleep. you needed to survive and in order to do so, you must abide by his rules.

he did spare you, didn’t he?

and as time passed by, you were now seated in the same mountain area, eating a take-out burger with a god. you didn’t know whether this was an early breakfast or a late dinner but nonetheless, you were somewhat grateful. “... are you not hungry?”

“gods don’t need to–”

“i bought you one, too.”

for some reason, loki just couldn’t say no to that as he continued to sit down next to you while your hands scrambled into the paper bag, searching for the other burger. at the moment, this was the only thing you could afford since he’s taken you under him once he’d given you that offer: wherein he or his blue-eyed minions couldn’t hurt you yet you still had to be somewhat his subject; a witness and a bystander.

after all, how could he lead humanity without being familiar with one?

“why aren’t you making attempts yet?” loki asked, “this is your perfect and only way of taking the hit and setting yourself free from my commands.”

“because i stick by my words,” you said back effortlessly, “i’ll be here until you let my co-workers– my friends go.”

he was silent again. in some way, he expected you to tell him that you were staying because you simply wanted to but a whiplash of reality quickly swept him away from his delusions. “so, you’re telling me that you’d wait until i let them go, huh? you’re willingly waiting for ages, then.”

the god hardened his heart and set aside any chances of letting your friends go as he chuckled before taking a bite from his burger. on the other hand, you just sat there, rethinking your choices; there’s no way nothing could convince him to let them go, right?

“yet i do admire your everlasting… hm… patience,” he pointed out, later letting out another low chuckle. “now that is something i don’t have… how do you do it?”

for the very least amount of times, he actually was genuine with that question. “well, i had a baby sister and she definitely trained me a lot with my patience.” you laughed, the delayed silence seeping in little by little, which made him cock his head to the side, curious about the matter.

“... had?” he just had to ask about it. “she passed away.” and you just had to tell him.

hearing your solemn, guilty answer was enough to make loki hooked to that story behind your younger sister’s passing. it wasn’t something you’d openly talk about but it surely was the only thing you endlessly blamed yourself for. 

“... oh,” loki uttered with a rather bitter tone, “i’m sorry for your loss… how old was she?”

“twelve.”

considering the fact that he was thousands of years old, his eyes widened after finding that out. “... that’s young,” he commented rather blankly but the look on his face was otherwise; you weren’t the only one terribly heartbroken about the incident. loki took the lives of eighty individuals in two days but never did he think of taking the life of a young child.

so, that was terrifying to think of. “and that happened because of?”

“... terminal disease.”

no matter how casual you sounded to him, your heart shattered. “well, actually, it could’ve been her twenty-second birthday last month if she made it… i’m a bit sappy now, aren’t i?” reality woke you up and told you to snap out of it; you weren’t talking to a friend, you were talking to a dictator. an alien. the god of mischief.

this story was not supposed to be and shouldn't be disclosed with him. “be sappy all you want,” he said, taking a sip from the straw of his cola. “after all, a god should be able to listen to his people’s messages, right?”

narcissistic? yes. but empathic? weirdly, that too.

“... that thing you used earlier,” you took a pause, letting out a sigh and then, a laugh. “it was supposed to be for her… well, for people like her at least.”

loki was giving it his best to not feel sorry – guilty for using the thing you’ve made but who knew that a sibling tragedy would soften his heart? he wouldn’t admit it, of course, but it was there. present at the moment and served as a reminder that he too had a sibling.

well, has.

“it was up for testing but of course, it was used for something else,” you said, eyeing him down as he managed to fake a chuckle; he couldn’t let himself show weakness after everybody else in his life made him feel like a nuisance – a tiny, little problem they’d have to deal with every day. not ever. never again. “... but i guess i still saved someone? and i still don’t know if i should be happy about that but it still provided its purpose.”

“oh, please.” he laughed, facing you more than he ever did before. “you saved me, your god and not anyone else… you should be celebrating this for your whole life.”

“you’re not the god i worship, loki.”

“well, i suggest you must. it’ll make this all easier for you.”

and he talked like a noble deity while eating a french fry. cheap and comical but it didn’t lower his status. “and, oh, if you do, there would be a lot of kneeling that’d occur.” that statement made you turn around and look at him with your brows either furrowed or raised; you had no idea how to react properly to it.

“... what–,” you were then stopped midway.

“i meant in praying.” he choked out.

this was one of your weirdest, most out of place conversations with the god so you just had to slowly turn away again and face the hills below both of you while munching on the burger in your hands. and then, he told you the truth you’ve kept deep in your chest, “... oh, i see it clearly now… you saved me because you want to prove yourself that you’re capable of keeping someone away from death. that you’re… worthy of things.”

it felt like time had stopped the moment you listened to him say that. for the first time, he was actually right with what he’d told you. he’d always claim the most bizarre things about humans and gods but this time, he was so close to the truth that he just blatantly told you what it was.

you were guilty because you couldn’t save her.

“i have a brother,” he added, “that’s why i… um… figured it out.”

“well, where is he, then? did you kill him?”

loki laughed at that. despite the hatred and fueling anger he had for his older brother, he wouldn’t end up killing him even though he’s close to it. the scars of the past made him into who he was now but the wound that his brother’s death would leave him absolutely destroyed. alone. all by himself. consumed by nothingness. just like what his old, so-called friends would tell him.

“he’s alive,” he said so soothingly, “and he’s living against what i had planned for this world.” those following words were much bitter, angrier than what he’s said before. it’s almost as if he’s relieved to see his brother again but upset enough to know that he wasn’t on his side.

“oh, you totally miss him.”

“... silence, peasant.”

and yet another unexpected scenario happened: sharing a laugh with the god of mischief who wants to rule over your world like a second hitler. “... but you can’t show that, can you?” you questioned and he nodded right away, politely letting you finish despite already expecting that you’d ask that. 

when the cold air and the rustling leaves collided, it was time for you to ask him the question that might just change the entire situation.

“is everything all from the heart?” you asked, pointing towards your chest as you stated him down. “... are you saying all of this from the heart?”

it took loki a while before he accepted it; he did speak about all of it from the heart. all of it. no lies were told for once and it was chilling for him. he didn’t even know that he was capable of opening the doors to the secrets he’s kept locked and buried in but that was the effect of the midgardian sitting next to him; the human who made him realize why thor loved jane.

the human he was willing to rule and to love. “... if i asked you now, would you kiss me?”

and for some reason unknown, your lips did brush against his, caressing them softly while you brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers around his waved locks. maybe you had been caught up by the moment but for him, this was real. this was the moment he understood why thor wanted to protect this world.

because humans spoke from the heart. 

but how could he take everything back when the damage had been done? when the chaos had taken over?

he pulled away and asked with teary, glistening eyes, “what have you done? why did you do it?”

one thing about him was that his need was also his one and only fear; it was love. 

you were startled once again, still keeping your hands behind his head. was it a trick? was it some test? you didn’t know anymore. you were bound to do whatever it took to save your friends and if a kiss that you’ve been longing for could do it, then what else could go wrong?

well, things may have not gone wrong for you but to loki, this was his one and only wake-up call.

wake up, loki.

you’ve fallen for the human.

[minghaoyoudoin]

Incentive

pairing: boyfriend!idol!seunghun x gn!non-idol!reader

genre: smut, minors don't even think about it!!

words: 2.3k

warnings: idol!seunghun, non!idol reader, sub!seunghun, soft dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), bad language, dirty talk, stripping, mentions of cum, gn!reader, use of the pet name "baby", body worship, spit kink if you squint, brief mention of seunghun struggling sometimes, swallowing, teasing, praise kink (sort of?), and I think that's all!

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by my discovery that seunghun has been teaching himself to knit/crochet during cix's hiatus, lol 🤪 I hope y'all enjoy this filth, I had fun writing it and I'd do it again - j

“I really don’t think I’m doing this right.”

You looked up at your boyfriend’s words, holding the tight stitch you’d just completed in place with your fingers. Seunghun presented you with the half-completed sweater sleeve he had been obsessing over for the last hour. The material was an atrocious shade of green and looked more like a deflated yarn balloon animal, one of his knitting needles stuck haphazardly through the fabric.

“It looks good, you’re making good progress.” You nodded sagely. Seunghun’s eyes narrowed at your lie and he made a show of dramatically tossing the sleeve onto the coffee table in front of him.

“You’re a bad liar. This is impossible,” he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. You bit back a smile and resumed your own project, beginning the transition from blue to white yarn. Seunghun leaned over to your side of the couch so he could peer down at your work. “You’re almost done?”

You giggled airily. “I taught myself how to knit when I was thirteen. You asked me to teach you this morning.” You playfully shoved Seunghun’s shoulder and he fell back against his armrest, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll get it with practice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

Seunghun groaned. “No. I’ve been bored for weeks—I might be terrible at this but at least it’s something to do.”

That was true, you supposed. Seunghun’s group had been on hiatus for a while now and you could tell it was starting to get to him. It was obvious just in the way he moved that he missed performing; sitting around being docile frazzled his nerves. Your boyfriend, more than anyone you had ever met, was not meant for a normal life.

It made you all the more grateful that, for some reason, he had chosen you.

You were arguably the most mundane person in the world, but you liked yourself and your life, for the most part. You loved crafts and cooking and sitting in peaceful silence. Seunghun was really the only part of your life that forced you out of your safe little bubble. He was your complete opposite—all big smiles and laughter and near-constant energy.

You balanced each other out in all the right ways. And over the course of your two year relationship, you had become addicted to his presence. You hadn’t intended to become romantically involved with an idol, but sometimes life just worked out in ways you didn’t expect.

Seunghun watched in dejected silence as you began the final color transition—from white back to baby blue—in your sweater. “Keep trying, you’ll get the hang of it.” You urged him softly. Once you finished the row, you held the sweater up to his chest, testing its length.

Damn, you thought to yourself, still too short. Seunghun—as well as the other four members of his group, for that matter—were all ridiculously tall.

He peered down at the sweater pressed to his front and clicked his tongue. “Yours looks great. That’s it. I’ve decided for the good of humanity that I’m going to give up.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Do I need to give you an incentive to finish it or something?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Seunghun’s face immediately broke into a wide smile, momentarily blinding you.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What kind of incentive?”

You feigned nonchalance as you thought of what to say, hoping the butterflies in your belly weren’t obvious on your face. You pulled the sweater back into your lap, your skin suddenly too warm where your knuckles had been touching his shoulders.

“Is sex all you think about?” You chuckled, albeit a bit nervously.

“Only when you’re around.”

“I’m always around.”

Seunghun’s smile fell, that wonderful light emanating off of him dimming. “Not always.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the periods when his group was actively promoting, you sometimes went days or weeks at a time without seeing one another. It was hard for you, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was harder for him. He had to be on all the time, and though he had a near bottomless well of energy to draw from, you knew it still ran dry from time to time.

You patted his knee reassuringly. And, abruptly desperate to regain the lighthearted banter from before, you recklessly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“If you finish that sleeve by the time I’m done with this, I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”

Seunghun looked like he might catch on fire. He snatched his jumbled ball of yarn off the coffee table so fast that you snorted. In seconds he was shoving the needle through the fabric again, holding it dangerously close to his face.

Still chuckling, you went back to working on the last few rows of stitches.

It was harder to concentrate now, though. Seunghun was stiff next to you, his right knee nearly vibrating with energy where it was pressed against yours on the couch. You knew he would win the challenge you had given him; not only was he ridiculously competitive, but he also had an unhealthy obsession with your mouth.

You were so flustered that you had to undo and re-knot a stitch three times before it was perfect as the ones around it. In your periphery, your boyfriend was squinting at the yarn in his hands, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips under the force of his concentration.

Yeah, he was definitely going to finish before you, probably in more ways than one. You already felt building pressure in your lower stomach, your mouth drying out a bit in anticipation.

Though it had taken Seunghun an hour to complete the first half of his sleeve, he finished the rest in under ten minutes.

“Done!” He yelled triumphantly, holding the completed piece in front of your face for proof. You smiled to yourself again without looking up from your work.

“I’m not,” you said casually. Seunghun’s shoulders slumped and he threw the sleeve onto the table again. “I’m on the last row. Do you think you can be a good boy and wait for me until I’m finished?”

Seunghun nodded enthusiastically and you rewarded him with a sweet smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby.” You were focusing more now on the way his eyes tracked your hands’ movements than the task in front of you. “Every time I finish one of these knots, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of responding, he hastily slid his socks off his feet as you tied off another knot. Your smile widened a bit. Such a good boy, only for you.

You moved at an intentionally slow, agonizing pace as you continued the last row. Stitch, Seunghun removed his sweater. Stitch, he discarded his white tee on the floor by his feet. Stitch, his sweatpants were shoved down and off until your boyfriend was left only in his underwear.

By the time you finally got to the last knot, Seunghun was squirming on the couch next to you. You watched the rapidly forming wet spot on his gray boxers through the corner of your eye and wet your lips. You couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Baby, please,” Seunghun breathed when you began slowly doubling the final stitch to hold the yarn in place. You threw him another sweet smile and your stomach flipped when you saw the glint in his eyes. You were walking a dangerous line—Seunghun loved to be teased to the point of torture, but one wrong move and he would flip on a dime.

If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that possibility, either.

As you pulled the yarn taut, Seunghun removed his underwear. And you couldn’t wait anymore. You didn’t care that the last few rows of the sweater looked like shit. The thing was a gift for Seunghun, anyway, and seeing tangible evidence of the way he affected you would probably excite him every time he put the thing on.

You took your time setting the sweater aside, savoring the way Seunghun’s body trembled. Wordlessly, you shifted until you were on the floor, pride filling your chest as your boyfriend’s legs immediately parted to let you between them.

You ran your fingernails lightly from his ankles to the tops of his pretty thighs and he shuddered. “You did so well, baby. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Seunghun nodded, staring down at you through lust-lidded eyes. You pressed feather-light kisses to each of his knees and worked your way up his thighs. He whimpered when you skipped over his hard cock altogether, instead doting in his hipbones, his toned stomach, his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth, watching his throat work as your tongue swirled over the tight bud.

His body stiffened when you began to move south, somehow even slower than before. And when you finally settled between his thighs again, finally allowed yourself to look at his pretty red cock, you sighed contentedly.

“Always so needy for me.” You whispered, at last wrapping your fingers around his base. At that first contact, Seunghun’s body jerked and he let out a tiny moan.

“Always, baby, only for you. Only for you…” He threaded his fingers into your hair and you shivered when his nails lightly scratched at your scalp.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pumped him once and dragged your tongue from his balls to head. Seunghun groaned, his head falling limply against the cushions behind him.

“Look at me, Seunghun.” You commanded softly. He forced his eyes open until they made contact with yours and the wildfire inside of you roared at the lust there. “If you look away, I stop.”

Seunghun hastily nodded his understanding as you gathered spit into your mouth and allowed a long string of it to fall onto his cock. It twitched in your hand, a bit more precum leaking from his tip while you worked him.

You took the head between your lips first, using your tongue to apply pressure in circles around it. Seunghun moaned again, low in his throat.

“Yes—ah—oh my god,” he hissed as you bobbed your head on him, taking more of his cock into your mouth. You hummed, appreciating how his hips involuntarily thrusted upward at the sensation.

Your other hand worked his balls as you willed your throat to relax. Seunghun’s cock slid further into your throat each time you moved, but there was still somehow more of him that you couldn’t manage to fit. You twisted your hand around the base of his shaft and his whimpers picked up urgency.

You lifted your eyes again and were immediately rewarded with his gaze still on you. He could barely keep his eyes open, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you brought him closer to his release. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to let his head fall back with every breath.

“You t-take me so well—ah—” Seunghun’s praise cut off into a moan when you hummed again. Motivated by his broken words, you forcefully ignored your gag reflex until the head of his cock sat in the back of your throat. And when you swallowed around him, the loud moan Seunghun released nearly made you cum right then and there.

You did it again, some primal urge within you needing to hear the way you made him feel. He was a mess for you; color stained his pretty cheeks and concentration furrowed his brows, a lovely crease forming between them as he chased his orgasm.

“J-just like that—gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth, Hun,” you picked up your pace as you bobbed your head on him. Seunghun whimpered at your reply, both of his hands knotted in your hair now as he lightly guided your movements. You let him use your mouth, painfully turned on by the way he disregarded your own comfort in his effort to cum.

An idea struck you. Your hand still lightly massaging his balls moved downward. You swallowed around his cock at the same time you pressed your index finger against the area of skin between his balls and ass, a direct line to his prostate.

Your eyes flicked up to watch his face as Seunghun let out a vulgar moan, and he was gone. His eyes rolled back and at last screwed closed as his groan of pleasure cut off, his body locking under the force of his orgasm.

When he came in your throat, you took every last drop he gave you. He came in thick spurts, his cock repeatedly pulsing in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations dragging him through his orgasm to the point of pain.

At last, he had nothing left to give. Seunghun’s eyes peeled open and he gazed down at you with an expression of undiluted admiration on his face. You continued leisurely licking his shaft as the last aftershocks trembled through him until he couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore.

You rose from the floor to kiss him eagerly, which he happily accepted. He paid no mind to the taste of him still lingering on your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, breathless, and began to pull away, intending to go clean yourself up before bed. Seunghun caught you by the elbow before you could and offered a devilish grin that instantly had you ready for him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

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[leejeongz]

I don't know if you're still active or...but can you please do cix reaction to s/o always asks for permission to kiss them even tho they been dating for 2-3 months thank you💕 I really enjoyed your writings❤️

cix reaction to you asking for permission to kiss them

pairing: boyf!cix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of consent (positively!), mentions of food (bx)

a/n: thank you so much! i really appreciate your compliment 🥺🫶🏼

bx ･:，｡★ﾟ

waiting in line for your ice cream, byounggon noticed you getting a little nervous.

“i’ll order for you, tell me what you want,” he reassured.

“really? thank you! can i have strawberry, with strawberry sauce and lots of multicoloured sprinkles, please?” you asked excitedly as he nodded, rehearsing your order in his head. “can i also maybe,” you started to get shyer as your sentence went on, capturing you boyfriend’s attention once again, “give you a kiss? just a little peck, or more, only if it’s okay.”

he smiled, his bottom lip protruding a little involuntarily at your cuteness. his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in closer, looking down at you and giggling.

“of course you can, baby, you don’t have to ask.”

he leaned in towards you as you thanked him under your breath. his free hand came up to cup your face, stroking his thumb gently over your ear as your lips met, a safe and familiar feeling for the both of you.

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seunghun ･:，｡★ﾟ

you sneezed violently into the tissue that your boyfriend had handed to you merely seconds before.

“that was impressive, y/n,” seunghun laughed, extending the trash can towards you as you wiped your nose. “hay fever got you bad this year?”

you shook your head “this is mild,” you started to feel another sneeze coming on, but it soon passed. “sometimes, my eyes swell up so much that i can’t even see.” he stroked your hair as you spoke, only able to imagine how horrible it must feel. you wiped your watery eyes with a clean tissue and began to speak once again “but since it’s not contagious… can i have a kiss? pleaseeeee?” you begged, feeling sorry for yourself.

seunghun’s elbow propped him up on the bed next to you, his other hand tickling at your torso. “i appreciate you asking,” he smiled, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your plump lips “but next time, you can just dramatically pull me in and kiss me, got it?”

jinyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

peeling the face mask off your face, jinyoung paused, “you know, you’re naturally really really pretty.”

you blushed, smiling shyly but trying to hide it because you knew he’d tease you for it. “you’ve never noticed that before?” you ask, feigning an eye roll.

“every day,” he continued to peel the sheet mask and eventually dropped it into the bin, “but i feel like i don’t tell you enough.”

“jinyoung, can i kiss you?” you asked another question, this one taking him by surprise.

he leaned in, answering with actions, placing his lips on your own and whispering something inaudible. you puckered as his lips gently moved against yours and, only a few milliseconds later, he did the same.

“just do it next time, silly,” jinyoung smirked, his thumb stroking over your hand as you pulled away from the kiss.

yonghee ･:，｡★ﾟ

you took the cuddly octopus in your arms, squeezing it tightly and smiling with pure joy. “thank you so much, i love it!”

yonghee patted your head “it’s adorable, just like you.”

you looked up to your boyfriend, flashing him a beaming smile “yonghee, i could kiss you right now!”

he smiled back at you, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of you initiating a kiss.

“can i?” you added and he nodded his head. you got onto your tiptoes and pressed a delicate, yet meaningful peck to his lips, shortly followed by another.

“i should do that more often, look how shy you’ve become, so cute!” you pointed to the pink cuddly toy in your arms to mimic the colour of his cheeks.

“please do. and next time, you don’t have to ask, that will make me more flustered i think.”

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“i missed you!” you hooked your hand over hyunsuk’s shoulder as best you could considering the height difference, walking along the rocky path leading to the lake, the prettiest date you could have ever imagined.

“it’s only been two days… but i missed you too.” he giggled, awkwardly reaching out for your hand which obviously wasn’t there.

you pulled at his shoulder slightly, gently so that he wouldn’t get hurt but still enough to turn him to face you as you continued to walk.

“can i give you a kiss? i’ve just miss you soooo much,” you asked, a radiant smile beaming across your face as hyunsuk reciprocated.

hyunsuk veered you both to the grassy part next to the path, your hand fell perfectly into his as you stood to your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

“do you think you could kiss me more often?” hyunsuk asked, whispering so that no passerby could hear his question.

“sure!”

[foenixs]

CIX as College Boyfriends

note: someone get me a guy like this pls, or a girl, i'm not picky

includes- CIX x gn!reader, college!au, mostly fluff, slight smut + some crack/having fun with the prompt

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Byounggon

comes over to help you study, but you end up tutoring him instead (blanks as soon as he looks at you)

holds your hand during lectures and blushes when someone notices

likes to study in the park, surrounded by nature, but ends up taking a nap with his head in your lap as you read definitions to him and brush through his hair

cooks you dinner (aka ramen) when you're busy studying for midterms and makes sure you stay hydrated and get enough rest

sends you cute motivational quotes when you're apart to help you through your day

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Seunghun

studying? what is studying. would rather go on dates and make out with you than pick up a book

somehow, miraculously passes each semester through the "sheer strength of your love" (his words not yours)

is very corny, but it works to get him laid

goes down on you whenever you're stressed, or whenever he's stressed, or whenever someone somewhere probably is stressed (for good measures)

might seem like a typical fuckboy but ends up being your most loyal and long lasting boyfriend if you can put up with his cocky side

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Yonghee

"hey, babeee, I know you're quite stressed atm so I just cooked you this small, little five course meal. don't worry, it's really not a big deal!"

is extremely selfless and will neglect his sleep and studies just to take some work off your shoulders by doing your chores

he just wants to see you smile and be able to fall asleep stress-free

brings you coffee once an hour when you're studying at the library and offers to tutor you

to your surprise, he turns out to not only be a great househusband, but also a genius at making difficult subjects sound logical and simple

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Jinyoung

buys oversized hoodies on purpose and "accidentally" forgets them at your place, hoping you'll wear them the next time he visits

sends you mirror selfies with his dick out while you're studying, then acts all innocent when your grades drop

doesn't like his roommate (at least not as much as you) so he's always hanging out at your place

can't focus on his online classes for 5 minutes before his hands begin to wander up your thigh

he is always either horny or sleeping, either way he doesn't leave your bed unless it is to pee or get snacks from the kitchen

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Hyunsuk

buys you two matching bookmarks, matching beanies, mathing everything, so noone would ever get the stupid idea that you're not together

leaves anonymous hate comments, like "i can tell you're not brushing your teeth sometimes", under the facebook posts of the professor that gave you an F

scribbles in all of his books and sends you selfies of him suffering in the middle of his lectures

still lives with his parents, but sleeps over on your couch on most nights (is too shy to make a move on you and slip into your bed)

has a lot of friends but always makes time for you, even when his schedule is packed

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this? 

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?” 

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you. 

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind. 

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you. 

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being. 

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

[leejeongz]

it's been getting colder these days so I was wondering, can you pls do a cix fluff headcannon of how it would be spending a chilly day/night with each member?

winter with cix

pairing: boyf!cix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of christmas

thanks for requesting, i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to stay warm <3

bx ･:，｡★ﾟ

♡ too busy learning new warm, homely recipes to keep you feeling good to do anything else for like a week, then he gets bored

♡ puts his larger jacket over yours when you’re cold, even if he’s cold too

♡ when it’s windy, byounggon has you tucked into his side, with his hand over your exposed ear so that you don’t get ear pain

♡ walking around a christmas market together, arms linked, adoring homemade sculptures for sale and with a hot mug of overpriced coco in your hands.

♡ constantly asking you to feel his nose just to prove how cold he is

other members below cut

seunghun ･:，｡★ﾟ

♡ he is spending ALL of his time cuddling with you just to keep warm, and of course cuddles come with kisses

♡ it’s the only time of the year that seunghun actually likes staying indoors, but you best believe he’s straight out of the door as soon as it starts snowing

♡ seunghun loves taking photos of you/ the pair of you, so he spends his winter days sticking them into a scrapbook and writing little memories next to them

♡ decorating sugar cookies to give to your family but you and seunghun accidentally (on purpose) eat them all

♡ creating and hosting quizzes for you and your friends

♡ FAIRY LIGHTS

jinyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

♡ seeing the nutcracker ballet on a small local stage becomes a winter tradition

♡ you try to make mulled wine but both end up hating what you make and so you drink grape soda pretending to be sophisticated

♡ going ice skating and him being effortlessly good at it because,,, he’s bae jinyoung

♡ going to see the best christmas lights in the city together and making up stories about all the lights, trying to make the other laugh with the weirdest story

♡ burning candles and closing the blinds to keep the heat in for when you come home after work/school

yonghee ･:，｡★ﾟ

♡ matching hats, scarves and gloves to go with your matching white teddy bear coats! maybe even wants you to teach him how to knit one of the accessories (if you can, if not you can learn together)

♡ okay but he thinks this time is the best time to redecorate since you’re going to be inside a lot, whether that’s ordering and building new furniture or giving the place a fresh lick of paint, he loves spending that time with you

♡ hot coco !!! with marshmallows and cream. inside a fort that you attempted to build together (but it kinda collapsed)

♡ raiding the games cupboard and playing every board game, trying to let you win all of them but you’re also trying to let him win.

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

♡ binge watching a tv series with your legs intertwined and some cheese bites on the coffee table in front of you

♡ would rather spend some time alone with you in the country, hiring out a quaint cottage for a few nights and just escaping the busy city

♡ if it snows, then you can bet ur ass you’re having snowman building competition

♡ decorating each other’s place for christmas and playfully arguing about what goes where

♡ oranges are in season so you’re gonna be peeling oranges for each other almost everyday

[leejeongz]

ur blog is so cute!! there aren’t much cix reactions writers on tumblr so i’m really glad you write for them!! i wanted to request 35 and seunghun tysm<3

“im not jealous” - kim seunghun

pairing: boyf!seunghun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 500

summary: seunghun’s friends are super lovely, sometimes too lovely for his liking. he just has to confront you about it and only then does he see how silly he’s being.

warnings: jealously, “woong” is a fictional character and not based on an idol(i used the name to make it easier to read lol)

“i wasn’t sure if this was the right address” the boy spoke, his words getting quieter as seunghun squeezed the breath out of him with a hug.

you smiled and waved at him, almost giving him empathy and begging for forgiveness with your eyes. “i’m y/n, you must be woong, right?” the boy nodded in response. “come on in, woong, can i get you something to drink?”

you smiled and waved at him, almost giving him empathy and begging for forgiveness with your eyes. “i’m y/n, you must be woong, right?” the boy nodded in response. “come on in, woong, can i get you something to drink?”

“umm can i have a glass of water please?” he asked politely, seunghun watching from the sidelines internally screaming with excitement. “this is a lovely house, by the way, and the pretty pink door was a really nice touch,” woong commented.

as the morning went on, the awkwardness wore off. you and woong were getting on like a house on fire, probably because all of seunghun’s friends were just like him. seunghun, however, wasn’t as happy about you two getting along. somehow, woong had managed to sandwich himself between you two, his head rested on your shoulder as you showed him your sims family. you didn’t think anything of it, given their similarities, you just assumed woong was super friendly, and that him cuddling with you was just his way of telling you that he’s comfortable around you. but when seunghun asked you to join him in the kitchen to find something that he definitely knew where it was, you knew something was up.

“it’s literally right there, where YOU put it,” you pointed to the item that seunghun had been talking about.

“listen, i love the pair of you,” he started, turning back to see if woong was still concentrating on your laptop “but what on earth is he doing?!” he sucks in his bottom lip slightly to stop himself from laughing at his own outburst. “does he need to rest his head on you like that?”

you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues to speak, getting angrier the more he talks about woong’s actions. “and, i’m not jealous or anything, but if he tries to make another move, i’m sorry y/n but i’m gonna have to ask him to leave.”

you giggle quietly and seunghun reciprocates “not jealous? that’s exactly what you are right now, baby,” you reach out to brush your hand down his upper arm. “if it makes you feel any better, i wish it was your head,” you joked.

“it SHOULD be my head, y/n,” he whispered in feigned anger once again. “i’m being silly aren’t i?” you smiled sweetly and nodded.

“should we go back? i promise i’ll sit the other side of you so that he can’t “try anything!”” you suggested which made him laugh. you held your hand out to him and mouthed an unexpected “i love you”.

he kissed you on your cheek, grabbing the hand you extended to lead him back into the living room while he whispered something once again. “but i am kind of hoping he’s drowned your sims family so that you begin to hate him.”

[foenixs]

ok I got it now *awkward laughter* can I please request a cute puppy boy sub!hyunsuk from CIX. I just think he is the perfect sub, big and tall yet so cute, cuddly and obedient 🥺 he makes my heart melt, I want to put him in a collar with a cute little name tag and tie him up with pretty silk bc he is a pretty boy

*sigh of relief* wanted to let go of that lol

Cute Puppy Boy

note: cix just makes me uwu 24/7 , unless it's seunghun, then it's uwOOOOW

word count: 582

includes- sub!Hyunsuk x dom!gn!reader, puppy play, choker/collar, use of a vibrator, restraints, biting, rough pegging, dacryphilia, mentions of multiple orasms/overstimulation

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You let your eyes glide over the sleeping figure in your bed. The pink choker around Hyunsuk‘s neck stretched with every breath and the silk left faint marks on his wrists as he writhed in his slumber.

His little cock was twitching against his stomach pathetically, the faint buzzing sound of a vibrator spreading from between his legs.

You let your fingers dance over his abdomen, smearing strings of cum all over the tied-up pup. Shooting so many loads onto himself must have exhausted the poor boy, but you were proud of him regardless.

Swiftly pulling out the toy, you finally turn off the vibrations that had kept your puppy busy while you were at work. The timid creature sighs in relief, though he missed the feeling of being full.

As you stroke up and down his thighs, pulling them apart so you can leave gentle bite marks on his skin, Hyunsuk slowly twists awake, looking down at you in confusion.

“When did you come home?”

“Half an hour ago, but I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so cute sleeping all fucked-out.”

Hyunsuk’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the compliment and he tries to rub the smile off his face with his arm.

“I hope you got enough rest, puppy, because I’m gonna wreck your little hole even more.”

Hyunsuk bites onto his lower lip, whimpering out as he feels your big strap push against his entrance. You had quietly prepped yourself next to your puppies tired body.

The tied up boy wails out as you push into him without warning, your thrusts fast and ruthless from the start.

His tongue darts out, dragging drool over his chin and breathing hastily as you ram your cock into his sore hole.

“Look at you, my cute puppy, taking everything I give you so well. You must feel extremely grateful for having such a generous owner.”

Hyunsuk head bobs up and down, nodding absentmindedly as his fucked his head empty of all words.

Letting your fingers glide over his cock, you chuckle at how the pup’s member throbs from the lightest touch.

Tears dwell in Hyunsuk’s eyes as you reangle your hips to hit his prostate, abusing his sweet spot proudly as if to say, 'I know you better than you know yourself.'

He gurgles on his own saliva, fingers gripping onto the headboard in desperation, trying to ground himself, but it was useless. He was a mess under you.

“You’re so pretty, the prettiest puppy.”

Hyunsuk smiles tiredly, spreading his thighs so you could fuck deeper into him and you reward his obedience by gripping onto his cock, stroking the sensitive flesh.

“Be a good pup and cum for me again.”

You pick up your pace, kneading his red tip in your palm as the friction of your strap against his sore walls made Hyunsuk shiver with pleasure.

Sweat covers his body from head to toe, letting his skin glisten and making him look like a captured angel.

You hook one finger under his choker, pulling Hyunsuk towards you, and the soft touch of your lips against his sends the boy into overdrive, his hot cum mixing in with the remnants of his past orgasms as he moans into the kiss.

You let go of his cock, gently pulling out of your pup’s hole, that was not so tiny anymore.

Brushing over the imprint on Hyunsuk’s choker you smile at the well-deserved title:

“Cute Puppy Boy Hyunsuk”

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