Hii dear, can I ask you a oneshot with fox sunoo?🫶
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Pairings~ fox hybrid!sunoo x human!reader
Synopsis~ your clingy fox hybrid boyfriend won’t leave you alone!
Warnings~suggestive towards the end, kisses, cuddles, hybrids, Sunoo sits in readers lap and buries his face in her chest 😼, I think that’s it!!
Genre~ tooth-rotting fluff (I hope), hybrid love,
Tag list~ open!!!
Word count~ roughly 3.6k (kinda long damn)
Author note~ the anon that requested this… 😽 I love you so much!!! This is definitely my favourite piece of writing I’ve done so far!! It’s also my longest!! AI was NOT used to write this but used to CHECK GRAMMAR and FOR MISTAKES!! Tag list is open! Requests are open! Anons please come to me 😿
The first thing Sunoo registered every morning was warmth.
Not sunlight, though the pale gold creeping through the curtains always came eventually. Not the soft hum of the heater or the distant rush of morning traffic outside the apartment window.
No—warmth meant you.
Your body curled against his, your sleepy breaths brushing faintly against his collarbone, your scent wrapped around him like the thickest blanket in the world. Vanilla detergent. Honey shampoo. Something uniquely yours underneath it all that made the fox half of his brain dissolve into contented mush every single time.
Sunoo buried his face deeper into your neck with a tiny whine.
The movement earned him a sleepy noise from you.
“Mm… Sunoo…”
His fluffy ears twitched instantly at the sound of his name.
You weren’t awake yet. Not really. Your voice still carried that soft, rough edge of sleep he adored so much. It made his tail sweep lazily beneath the blankets.
“Morning,” he mumbled against your skin, though it came out muffled because he refused to move away from you.
You shifted slightly, trying to stretch, but Sunoo immediately tightened his hold around your waist.
“No,” he said.
A laugh escaped you, quiet and breathy. “No?”
“No getting up.”
“You know I have work today, right?”
“You can work later.”
“It’s Tuesday.”
“Tuesday is evil.”
You finally opened your eyes enough to squint at him. Sunoo looked unfairly pretty in the early morning light. Silver-blond hair tousled in every direction, sleepy amber eyes half-lidded, and those soft fox ears drooping adorably from exhaustion.
He looked even prettier when clingy.
Which was unfortunately every morning.
“You said that about Monday too,” you pointed out.
“Because Monday is also evil.”
“And Wednesday?”
“We’ll see when it gets here.”
You smiled despite yourself and reached up to brush his hair back. The second your fingers slid through the soft strands, Sunoo melted further into you with a pleased sigh.
There it was.
That reaction.
You had discovered very early into dating him that physical affection completely destroyed whatever composure he had left. Head scratches? Fatal. Running your fingers through his hair? Absolutely devastating. Stroking the base of his fox ears? He basically stopped functioning.
Right now, his eyes drifted shut again as you scratched gently behind one ear.
“Baby,” you whispered fondly.
“Mhm.”
“You’re purring.”
“I’m not.”
The faint rumbling against your chest immediately proved otherwise.
You grinned. “You literally are.”
Sunoo opened one eye, playfully squinting at you. “Don’t expose me this early in the morning.”
“You’re exposing yourself.”
“I trusted you.”
“You’re attached to me like a koala.”
“That’s because I love you.”
The words came so naturally that your chest squeezed.
Sunoo always said things like that. Openly. Casually. As if loving you with everything he had was the easiest thing in the world.
Maybe it was.
He nuzzled against you again, nose cold against your throat before warming quickly. His tail wrapped around your leg beneath the blankets.
You tried to sit up.
Sunoo immediately groaned dramatically and dragged you back down.
“Stay with me,” he mumbled.
“I need breakfast.”
“You can eat crackers in bed.”
“That is not breakfast.”
“It could be.”
“Sunoo.”
He looked up at you with the sleepiest, most wounded expression imaginable.
“You’d abandon me,” he whispered.
You stared at him.
Then burst into laughter.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“But am I wrong?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He suddenly climbed halfway on top of you before you could escape again, arms wrapped around your waist while his cheek pressed directly over your heart.
You blinked down at him. “Sunoo.”
“Just five more minutes.”
“You said that fifteen minutes ago.”
“This is a different five minutes.”
“That’s not how time works.”
“Says who?”
“Science?”
“Who’s science? I don’t think I know him.” He grinned.
You laughed again, and Sunoo’s lips curved immediately at the sound. That was another thing about him: he reacted to your happiness like a flower turning toward sunlight. Every smile from you became something precious he wanted to earn again and again.
He tilted his head up slightly until your noses brushed.
“Stay,” he whispered softer this time.
The clinginess was cute. Ridiculous, sometimes, but cute.
Still, beneath the teasing, you understood it.
Sunoo had grown up constantly aware of being different. Hybrids- no matter how much the world was evolving- still weren’t treated equally to humans. So now, years later, affection still surprised him sometimes. Gentle touches. Casual love. The certainty that someone wanted him around.
That’s why mornings became his favorite part of the day.
No distractions. No schedules. No outside world.
Just you.
You sighed dramatically for show before wrapping your arms around him again. “Fine. Five actual minutes.”
His ears perked instantly.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Sunoo beamed so brightly it physically hurt your heart.
“You’re the best person alive.”
“You said that because I let you cuddle me.”
“That’s exactly why.”
He kissed you then—slow, sleepy, and warm.
Morning kisses with Sunoo were different from any others. They weren’t hurried or needy. They felt like lingering. Like savoring. Like he wanted to memorize every second before the day stole you away from him for a few hours.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“I had a dream about you,” he murmured.
“Oh?”
“You made pancakes.”
You snorted. “That’s your dream?”
“They were heart-shaped.”
“Wow. Truly romantic.”
“And then you kissed me.”
“There it is.”
“And then you made more pancakes.”
You laughed hard enough that he smiled proudly, clearly pleased with himself.
Eventually—after another ten minutes and far too many kisses—you finally managed to drag both of you out of bed.
Sunoo followed you immediately.
Not beside you.
No.
Directly attached to your back.
You shuffled toward the bathroom with a fox hybrid hanging off you like an oversized hoodie.
“Sunoo, I can walk by myself.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you glued to me?”
“Morning affection requirements.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is for foxes.”
“You made that up.”
He kissed the side of your head. “You can’t prove it.”
The apartment was still dim and quiet while the coffee machine sputtered awake in the kitchen. You washed your face with Sunoo still wrapped around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder the entire time.
“You know,” you said while reaching for your toothbrush, “most people’s boyfriends just say good morning.”
“I did say good morning.”
“You also nearly imprisoned me in bed.”
He considered this.
“Because I missed you.”
“We were asleep.”
“Exactly. Eight whole hours.”
You turned your head enough to kiss his cheek.
His entire expression softened instantly.
Dangerous.
That was the problem with kissing Sunoo unexpectedly. He got this dazed, overwhelmed look afterward that made you want to do it a hundred more times.
“You’re cute,” you murmured.
He buried his face into your shoulder again. “Don’t say things like that before breakfast. I’m emotionally fragile.”
“Foxes are dramatic.”
“We’re sensitive.”
“You cried during the bee movie.”
“The bee was treated unfairly at the start!”
You laughed into your toothbrush while Sunoo grumbled affectionately behind you.
By the time you made it into the kitchen, the sky outside had brightened fully.
Sunoo finally loosened his hold just enough for you to start breakfast, though he remained close enough that his chest brushed your back whenever you moved.
“You’re still attached.”
“You love it.”
You hummed. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?” He sounded scandalized.
You smiled over your shoulder. “Okay. A lot.”
“There we go.”
His tail swished happily behind him.
You cracked eggs into a bowl while Sunoo leaned against the counter watching you with sleepy devotion. His ears twitched at every sound—the whisk of eggs, the sizzle of butter warming in the pan, the clink of dishes.
“You’re staring,” you said.
“You’re pretty.”
“I look half dead.”
“You look beautiful.”
The immediate sincerity in his voice made heat creep into your face.
Sunoo grinned triumphantly. “Got you.”
“Shut up.”
“Never.”
You nudged him lightly with your hip and he exaggerated the impact like he’d been mortally wounded.
“Oh no,” he sighed dramatically. “Attacked in my own kitchen.”
“You don’t even pay rent.”
“I pay in emotional support.”
“You pay in stealing my blankets.”
“Also true.”
The pancakes cooked while coffee filled the apartment with warmth.
Sunoo eventually wandered close enough to rest his chin on your shoulder again.
“What are you making?”
“Pancakes.”
His ears perked straight up.
“Heart-shaped?”
You glanced sideways at him innocently. “Maybe.”
The sound he made was dangerously close to another purr.
You barely had time to flip the pancake before Sunoo hugged you tightly from behind again.
“Baby,” he mumbled into your hair.
“What?”
“I’m obsessed with you.”
You laughed softly. “Because I made pancakes?”
“Because you remembered my dream pancakes.”
You turned off the stove and twisted enough to look at him properly.
His amber eyes looked warm and unbearably fond.
There was something achingly vulnerable about Sunoo in moments like this. He loved without restraint. Without caution. Every feeling lived openly across his face.
And right now, he looked adored.
You reached up to cup his face gently.
“I’m obsessed with you too,” you whispered.
Sunoo visibly short-circuited.
His ears flushed pink immediately—a reaction that never failed to delight you—and he stared at you like you’d personally hung every star in the sky.
“You can’t just say things like that casually,” he complained weakly.
“You do.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I’m me.”
“That explains nothing.”
He leaned down suddenly and kissed you again before you could continue teasing him.
This kiss was sweeter than the earlier ones. Lingering. Smiling.
When he pulled away, he stayed close enough that your noses brushed.
“You smell like pancakes now,” he informed you seriously.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s wonderful.”
Breakfast ended up slightly delayed because Sunoo refused to let go long enough for efficient cooking.
At one point he literally stole a pancake from the plate and darted across the kitchen with it while you gasped in betrayal.
“You thief!”
“It’s quality control!”
“That was mine!”
“You can have half.”
“You already bit it!”
Sunoo looked entirely unrepentant as he held the pancake out toward you anyway. “Sharing is romantic.”
“You’re impossible.”
“But lovable.”
Unfortunately, he was correct.
Eventually the two of you settled at the tiny kitchen table near the window. Morning sunlight spilled across the floor, catching the soft gold tones hidden in Sunoo’s hair.
He sat sideways in his chair with one leg hooked around yours beneath the table because apparently physical contact remained mandatory.
You sipped your coffee while Sunoo happily worked through an alarming stack of pancakes.
“You know,” you said, “I think you’re more affectionate in the mornings.”
“Mhm.”
“Why?”
Sunoo glanced up.
For a second, his expression softened into something quieter. More honest.
“Because mornings are the only time I get you all to myself.”
Your heart melted a little.
“Sunoo…”
He shrugged, though his tail flicked shyly behind him.
“You get busy during the day,” he said. “And I know that’s normal. But in the morning it’s just us.”
You reached across the table immediately.
The second your fingers touched his, he intertwined them without hesitation.
“You know I’m still coming home to you, right?”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to cling because you’re scared I’ll disappear.”
“I’m not scared.”
“You literally wrapped yourself around me like a scarf.”
“That was strategic affection.”
You laughed softly.
Sunoo smiled too, but his thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.
“I just like being near you,” he admitted quietly. “That’s all.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in the best way.
You stood suddenly from your chair.
Sunoo blinked. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, you walked around the table and slid directly into his lap.
His eyes widened immediately.
“Well,” he said after a stunned second, “this is the best morning of my life.”
You scoffed and hit his shoulder lightly. “Pervert.”
“Correct.”
You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders while his circled your waist.
“See?” you murmured. “I like being near you too.”
Sunoo looked up at you with such open affection that it nearly stole your breath.
Then he buried his face against your chest with a happy noise.
“You’re really soft,” he informed you.
“You say that every day.”
“And I’ll say it tomorrow too.”
His tail curled securely around your waist while the two of you sat there in the warm kitchen sunlight, half-finished breakfast forgotten for the moment.
Outside, the city continued moving.
Cars passed. People hurried to work. Somewhere downstairs, a dog barked excitedly.
But inside the apartment, everything felt slow and golden and safe.
Sunoo tilted his head up just enough to press another kiss beneath your jaw.
“Don’t go to work,” he mumbled.
You smiled and ran your fingers gently through his hair.
“Still trying?”
“Might as well.”
“And what would we do all day?”
His ears perked immediately.
“Cuddle.”
“Only cuddle?”
“We could also watch movies.”
“Mmhm.”
“And order food.”
“You’re describing a lazy Sunday.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s Tuesday.”
Sunoo sighed dramatically and tightened his arms around you.
“Tuesday ruins everything.”
“You’re being dramatic again,” you giggled.
“It’s one of my key features,” he responded and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
—
“You know what?” you said suddenly.
Sunoo looked up from where he’d been dramatically sulking into your shoulder. “What?”
“I could call in.”
Silence.
Then his ears shot upright so fast you nearly laughed.
“…What?”
“I still have personal days left,” you said, pretending to think deeply while tracing circles against the back of his neck. “And honestly, staying home with my clingy boyfriend sounds better than spreadsheets.”
Sunoo stared at you like he’d forgotten how breathing worked.
“You’d stay?” he asked carefully.
The hope in his voice made your chest ache.
You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, baby. I’ll stay.”
The reaction was immediate.
Sunoo made the happiest sound you’d ever heard and nearly crushed you in a hug.
“Oh my god,” he breathed into your neck. “I love you so much.”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do.”
He pulled back just enough to cup your face in both hands before kissing you properly.
Not sleepy this time.
Not slow.
Warm and overwhelming and delighted.
You laughed against his lips when he kept chasing another kiss, and another, and another.
“Sunoo—”
“You’re staying home.”
“You’re acting like I proposed.”
“This is bigger than marriage.”
You snorted so hard he grinned against your mouth.
His tail was impossible to ignore now, swishing wildly behind the chair while he peppered kisses all over your face.
Your forehead.
Your cheeks.
The tip of your nose.
“Okay, okay,” you laughed breathlessly, trying and failing to push him back. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love ridiculous.”
Unfortunately, you did.
Very much.
—
The entire apartment shifted after that.
The morning no longer felt rushed. The clock stopped mattering. Breakfast stretched lazily into late morning while Sunoo curled around you on the couch with absolutely no intention of letting you farther than two feet away from him all day.
Not that you minded.
Especially not when he looked this happy.
The movie currently playing had long since become background noise. Some romance film Sunoo insisted was “cinematic genius,” though he’d spent more time staring at you than the television.
You were tucked against his side beneath two fluffy blankets, legs tangled together while soft rain tapped quietly against the windows outside.
At some point Sunoo had migrated fully into your space.
Now his head rested in your lap while your fingers combed slowly through his hair.
His eyes were closed.
Content.
Every few minutes his fox ears twitched beneath your touch.
“You’re spoiled,” you murmured fondly.
“Mhm.”
“And clingy.”
“Mhm.”
“You agree way too easily.”
Sunoo cracked one eye open. “Because you’re still petting me.”
Fair point.
You smiled and scratched lightly behind one ear.
Wrong- or right- decision.
A soft whine escaped him before he melted further into your thighs, tail thumping lazily beneath the blanket.
“There it is,” you teased.
“Don’t bully me when I’m vulnerable.”
“You’re vulnerable constantly.”
“That’s because you’re pretty.”
Your face warmed instantly.
Sunoo noticed immediately, of course.
He sat up just enough to grin at you smugly. “Got you again.”
“You flirt like an actual menace.”
“And yet you stay.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately before tugging him closer by the collar of his hoodie.
“Come here.”
Sunoo obeyed instantly.
Always instantly.
The second he leaned close enough, you kissed him.
Slowly.
His hands slid automatically to your waist while your fingers curled into his hair. Sunoo kissed like he loved too much to hold back, every soft breath and lingering touch filled with aching affection.
He tasted faintly sweet from the strawberries he’d stolen earlier off your pancakes.
When you deepened the kiss slightly, Sunoo made the softest sound in the back of his throat.
Your stomach flipped.
God.
That sound.
He climbed into your lap fully before you could think too hard about it, knees pressing into the couch cushions on either side of you while the blankets pooled around your legs.
“Baby,” he whispered against your mouth.
You barely had time to answer before he kissed you again.
And again.
Like he couldn’t stop.
His fingers slid beneath the edge of your sweater just enough to touch warm skin at your waist, thumbs brushing softly there while he kissed you with growing laziness.
Not hurried.
Not desperate.
Just deeply affectionate.
The kind of kissing that came from having nowhere else to be.
The kind that made time blur.
The movie continued playing unnoticed.
Sunoo eventually pulled back only far enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“You staying home was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured.
“That’s dramatic.”
“I’m serious.”
You smiled softly and brushed your nose against his. “You’re cute when you're happy.”
“I’m always cute.”
“Youre confidence.”
“I learned from the best,” he winked.
You laughed quietly before kissing him once more, softer this time.
Sunoo sighed happily against your lips.
The rain outside intensified, making the apartment feel even warmer somehow. Safe. Sleepy.
Sunoo tucked himself impossibly closer.
“You’re warm,” he mumbled into your neck.
“So are you.”
“That’s because I’m genetically designed for cuddling.”
“You definitely made that up.”
“You can’t prove otherwise.”
You ran your fingers down his back beneath the hoodie and felt him shiver slightly.
His ears flicked.
“Sensitive?” you teased quietly.
Sunoo immediately groaned quietly and buried his face deeper into your shoulder. “Don’t start.”
“Start what?”
“That voice.”
“What voice?”
“The one you use when you know exactly what you’re doing.”
You smiled against his hair.
He was adorable like this—flustered and affectionate and trying desperately to act unaffected while practically trembling every time you touched him gently.
You pressed another lingering kiss beneath his jaw.
Sunoo inhaled sharply.
“There,” you whispered innocently. “That voice?”
He groaned softly. “You’re evil.”
“And yet you’re still sitting in my lap.”
“Because I’m committed.”
“To what?”
“You.”
The answer came instantly.
Without hesitation.
Like it was obvious.
Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest.
Sunoo looked up just in time to catch the expression on your face, and suddenly his own softened too.
The teasing faded.
His fingers brushed carefully along your cheek.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“You really love me, huh?”
The question seemed to surprise him.
Sunoo blinked once before leaning forward to kiss you gently.
Then again.
And again.
Until your breath caught.
“I really do,” he whispered against your lips.
Something unbearably tender settled in your chest.
You wrapped your arms around him tighter and he practically melted into you, immediately seeking warmth and closeness like instinct.
The blankets shifted around both of you while the room dimmed softly with the cloudy afternoon light.
Sunoo curled against your chest now, one arm wrapped around your waist while you played absentmindedly with his hair.
The movie had changed at some point.
Neither of you noticed.
“You’re sleepy,” you murmured.
“Mhm.”
“You’ve been awake for like four hours.”
“Being in love is exhausting.”
You laughed softly.
Sunoo tilted his head up just enough to steal another kiss.
This one slower.
Sleepier.
The kind that lingered even after your lips parted.
Your fingers slid gently along the base of one fox ear and Sunoo actually shuddered.
“Oh,” you whispered, amused.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you just discovered a weakness.”
“But I did.”
Sunoo narrowed his eyes suspiciously before kissing you again to distract you.
It almost worked.
Almost.
Eventually exhaustion won anyway.
The rain, the warmth, the blankets, the steady rhythm of each other’s breathing—it all blurred together into something impossibly soft.
Sunoo ended up sprawled half on top of you beneath the mountain of blankets, one leg tangled with yours while his face tucked securely into the crook of your neck.
His tail curled around your waist possessively.
You could still feel the occasional sleepy kisses he pressed against your skin whenever he drifted halfway awake again.
“Love you,” he mumbled at one point, barely coherent.
You smiled drowsily and kissed the top of his head.
“Love you too.”
Sunoo made a tiny content sound before pulling you even closer somehow.
As if there was still space left between you.
Then, cuddled up to each other beneath fluffy blankets while rain hummed softly outside the windows, the two of you drifted asleep on the couch tangled together in warmth and kisses and the quiet kind of love that made ordinary days feel like home.
