explicit content ⨾ 𝒻!reader ✶ unprotected sex spanking oral( 𝑚 ) toy use overstim fingering rough & messy sex ／ 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑
mean dom!sunoo who gets of on the way u whimper when he spanks u. “a-agh..”you tremble, bent over his thighs as the sound of the slap to ur ass rings in ur ears. the sting burned sharply, the skin flushed. “aw, that hurt baby?” he sends another slap over the same spot. “sound so pretty…”
mean dom!sunoo loooves ur blowjobs. he gets so loud, often times ending up fucking your throat rather than your pussy. “keep goin’, pretty girl.” he groans, guiding your head up and down, spit and cum everywhere.
mean dom!sunoo likes to fuck u until u can’t speak right anymore. he’ll abuse ur pussy for what feels like hours, pushing u to levels u never thought possible. “how you feelin’ baby?” he pants, fucking u from behind. as soon as u try to answer, he’s snapping his hips erratically, shoving ur face into the pillows. “ngh—h-haaah..” “that’s it…”
mean dom!sunoo who often denies u orgasms. he’ll finger ur cunt roughly until it’s puffy and swollen, take u to the brink of ur orgasm just to pull away completely. “don’t whine, baby.” he smirks, licking his fingers clean.
mean dom!sunoo who gets pissed if with ur attitude. instead of fucking it out of u with his cock, he uses the dildo he bought for u that he knew stretched u out. “ow—mmh.. sun…” u whimper, holding onto the wall while he squatted behind u, thrusting the silicone in and out of ur tight pussy. “oh, it hurts, baby? should’ve thought about that before you talked back. you can take it.”
mean dom!sunoo was an arrogant man, and on days he knew u were needy, that arrogance only hightened. u were grinding against his thigh softy, subtly signaling u were in the mood. sunoo pops ur thigh, moving his leg further away. “wait, yn. need me that bad? so greedy, aren’t you?”
mean dom!sunoo is definitely a pussy (clit) slapper. he taunts and teases u, watching u squirm under him while he collects ur arousal on the head of his cock. “look at this desperate little pussy…” he slaps his lengthy cock against ur clit a few times, making ur body jolt. “sunoo, p-please…”
mean dom!sunoo who makes sure his hickeys and lovebites stay. he loves to see the dark marks brusied against the contrast of your neck, chest and thighs. and when they fade, he sucks a new one right over the tender flesh.
warnings : manipulation, gaslighting, guilt tripping, silent treatments, possessiveness disguised as cuteness, love bombing,rough/angry sex., marking, degradation mixed with sweet talk, edging, creampies, overstim, hair-pulling, dirty talk
🗯️ JO’s NOTES < 🐻❄️ 3 ! : and the toxic boyfriend headcanons series ends here !
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who looks like the sweetest angel with his bright smile and soft voice, but uses that same angelic face to manipulate you until you feel like you’re the toxic one
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who gives you the most heartbreaking silent treatments, pouting cutely while completely ignoring you until you’re crying and apologizing for things you didn’t even do
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who gaslights you with the softest, sweetest tone “Baby, I never said that you’re remembering wrong again. Why do you always twist my words and make me the bad guy?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who guilt-trips you so gently it feels like love “I’m always thinking about you even when I’m busy… but you don’t seem to think about me the same way. Do you even miss me when I’m gone?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who isolates you with cute excuses “Let’s just stay home together tonight, okay? The others don’t understand how special we are. It’s just us against the world, my love.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who love-bombs you after every fight with adorable gifts, homemade snacks, and endless cuddles while whispering “I’m sorry I just get so scared you’ll leave me for someone better.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who gets quietly possessive, smiling sweetly in public while his hand squeezes yours a little too tightly whenever someone talks to you.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who weaponizes his cuteness big watery eyes, soft pouts, and that angelic voice saying “You’re being mean to me again…” until you feel guilty for setting boundaries.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who fucks you with a deceivingly sweet smile while saying the filthiest things in his soft voice “You look so pretty crying for me… does my baby like being used like this?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who edges you for hours using his pretty fingers and tongue, cooing softly every time you beg “Aww, not yet angel good girls wait patiently for their reward.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves marking your chest and neck with pretty pink and purple hickeys, then admiring them later while tracing them with his fingertips “Look how well my mouth fits on you.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who makes you ride him while he lies back looking angelic, hands on your waist guiding you exactly how he wants “Faster, baby… show me how much you need me.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who whispers sweet degradation while he’s deep inside you “Such a needy little thing… acting innocent all day but creaming on my cock the second we’re alone.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who overstimulates you until you’re shaking and sobbing, then kisses your tears away while still moving his hips “Shh, just a little more you can take it for me, right my pretty girl?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who cums inside you and then keeps his cock buried deep, rocking slowly while murmuring “I’m filling you up so you remember who you belong to all night.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who enjoys pulling your hair gently but firmly when he fucks you from behind, tilting your head back to kiss your neck while thrusting hard.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who teases your clit with slow circles while he’s inside you, forcing you to cum again and again until your voice is hoarse from moaning his name.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves making you suck on his fingers while he fucks you, eyes sparkling as he watches “Good girl… taste how sweet you are for me.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who fucks you in the softest, most loving positions but with rough intensity — missionary so he can watch your face, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who switches between angelically sweet and mean in the same breath calling you “my angel” while slapping your thigh and telling you to “take it like a good slut.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who enjoys light choking with his delicate hands, pressing just enough while smiling down at you “Breathe when I allow it, okay baby?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who makes you thank him after every orgasm in the cutest voice, cooing when you obey “That’s my polite girl… say it again.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves leaving bite marks on your inner thighs, then kissing them softly like he’s sorry while getting hard again at the sight.
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who teases your entrance with just the tip for so long that you start crying, then slides in slowly while whispering “See? Only I can make you feel like this.”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who holds you close after wrecking you, cuddling you like a plushie while stroking your hair and murmuring “I’m sorry for being difficult… but you’re mine forever, right?”
toxicboyfriend!sunoo who comes home with a bright smile, but one small thing triggers him. He switches to silent mode, pouting and ignoring you until you’re in tears, hugging him and promising you only want him.
The moment you break, he pulls you into his arms, kissing you softly at first, then deeper. He undresses you gently, eating you out with his skilled tongue until you’re trembling, then fucks you slow and deep while staring into your eyes with that angelic yet dangerous gaze.
He makes you cum multiple times, filling you up while whispering sweet filthy words. Afterward he cuddles you tightly, kissing your forehead and saying “See? We’re perfect when you don’t make me sad.”
You fall asleep sore, covered in pretty marks, full of his cum, feeling guilty yet safe in his warm, deceptively soft embrace.
“oh my god,” you groan, turning your face away from sunoo’s yet again. “you have a serious problem,”
biting his lips, he pulls away, licking his lips every so slightly. “too quick, i didn’t get the flavour,”
a soft scoff falls off your lips at his words, knowing exactly what he is doing. you’ve reapplied your lip balm three times, all because he kisses it all off your lips. “you are not even trying, just want an excuse to kiss me...”
and, it’s true.
what should have been a simple game of chaste kisses to guess the flavour of your new lip balm has now turned into him trying to get his lips on yours for as long as he can.
but your boyfriend can’t let you know that. “nah, you’re just psychotic,”
“sun—” you protest, but he is quick to cut you off with a kiss.
quick and addictive, that’s exactly who he is.
because his lips are on yours again, moving into a sweet and slow dance, way too passionate to just guess the lip blam. it’s hard to not kiss you when you look so pretty all the time.
and frankly, you are no better. with your hands cradling his face, you let him pin you down on the couch. all your complaints melt away when he nips at your bottom lip, then soothes with his tongue.
then he presses a few kisses along your jaw— not sure how that’s relevant to the game— before finally breaking away.
“berry?” his voice is a little hoarse from all the kisses and you swear, your heart skips a beat. “berry lime for sure,”
you sigh. “that’s not even close,”
he grins at your words— of course, he knows it’s not berry lime— and it’s against your lips that he whispers with fake regrets. “shit, that means i have to kiss you again,”
when your hand reaches down his chest to push him away, he swiftly pins it to your side, kissing you even deeper, getting a proper taste of you on his tongue.
it’s torture to keep his hands ( and mouth ) off you when you are around. especially when you are wearing his tshirt and asking him to kiss your beautiful, glossy lips for a silly game you saw online.
you should’ve known what you were getting into.
“stop—” as you begin to complain, he interrupts with a kiss. “—it—” again. he just knows how to shut you up.
“c’mon baby, it’s not fair. how am i supposed to guess if you don’t let me kiss you?” he is very, very good at playing innocent, trying to convince you with his sweet voice and soft hand that is caressing your cheek.
“i’ll just tell you,”
“no, once more, please?” he goes in again, giving your waist a light squeeze. he is pouting now, gosh, looking at you with those pretty eyes, pleading until you give in. “pretty please?”
rolling your eyes, you agree. “last chance,” and he immediately captures your lips in another kiss.
and this time, he’s not letting you pull away until you both are out of breath.
from, malena do we laik the new layout :3 also, happy birthday to my bby noo i love him sm >< hope the nooglazers like this hehe :D
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HEESEUNG
he stirs awake when he feels the mattress dipping next to him, a soft groan falling off his lips at the interruption. he can't get mad though, not when your adorable face is the first thing he sees in the morning along with the prettiest smile that he loves.
“morning, sleeping beauty,” you chime in a sing-song manner, planting a soft kiss on his lips. he attempts to speak but you cut him off with more such quick and fluttering kisses all over his face, his nose scrunching up. “wake up, wake up,”
“yes, yes—” his words are interrupted by more of your kisses before you let him speak, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “i am up already, angel,”
and he does not know how you are so energetic in the morning, how you're all dressed up and ready while he's still fighting drowsiness. he can smell your perfume in the air and your shower gel in the bathroom when he steps inside.
he smiles at his sight in the mirror, admiring the lipstick stains you've left on his face, and he feels himself falling in love with you more, if that was even possible.
JONGSEONG
you pin him against the door as soon as he steps inside the store room. there's a thrill to it— the secrecy that is such a turn on to him. your mischievous smile letting wider at his surprised expression as he shakes his head in admiration. “having too much fun, aren't you?”
“yes,” you grin before pulling him by his tie and crashing your lips against his. he inhales sharply before kissing your back with the same fervor, tugging you flush against him by your waist.
you both stumble over a few things as he backs you up against one of the shelves. it's messy yet passionate, and you both share a quiet laugh when a bunch of sheets fall over him, making the moment comically romantic.
he leans in for more but you step back, a few giggles falling off your lips. “make sure to clean your face before the meeting,”
his brows furrow in confusion and he takes his phone out of the pocket, scoffing with mock annoyance when he sees his face— hair disheaveled, lips swollen and tinted from your lipsticks, the same ones that have adorned his cheeks and jaw with your lips.
and he can only shake his head at your little stunt before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.
JAEYUN
“jake, i need to—” your words are cut off mid sentence when his hand moves to your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
“just five minutes more,” he breathes desperately against your lips, the other hand gently caressing your cheek— he's practically begging for you.
and you can only respond with a quiet laugh at the puppy dog eyes he gives you. you know you can't refuse when he's being like this. “you've been saying that for the past fifteen minutes,”
“and what's so wrong with wanting to kiss my pretty girl?” his lips are jutted out in a pout, and you can barely stop yourself from leaning in for a peck.
your giggles are interrupted by his pecks and tender caresses on your face, sweet nothings muffled between your lips before you manage to pull back. “your lips are all red,”
he raises his brows in surprise, taking a look at himself through the rear-view mirror and lets out a breathy laugh, his fingers lacing in your hair again. “love it when you mark me as all yours, darling,”
SUNGHOON
sunghoon's fatal flaw— he can't say no to you. he has a habit of sleeping without his shirt one— the second flaw.
and you use both these facts to your advantage. he doesn't know what has gotten into you, but you're straddling him while he's sitting on the bed, bare chest, hair ruffled, leaning against the headboard. he also thanks whatever deity that landed him in this situation.
you're also pressing kisses all over his face and chest, all while leaving the stains of your lipstick over skin. “are you done yet, princess?”
“hm,” you hum, planting yet another kiss just above his pulse point, one that elicits a soft groan out of him as you feel his hand tighten around your waist.
you lean back, eyes taking in your very own art work that you've done on your dear boyfriend. he grins at your expression. “satisfied?”
“yes,” a cheeky response follows as you nod, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest and sunghoon swears, he might have a problem.
a swift move and you're under him in the blink of an eye. he smirks at your wide eyes and lips at that part in anticipation. “now, my turn,”
SUNOO
he does not know what is more distracting— your dress, the necklace you're wearing that he bought you recently. that is, until he sees you grab a tissue and tap against your lips after the dinner.
your words fall deaf to his ears. he's too busy looking at the ever so perfect imprint of your lips on the tissue. his gaze follows you as you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, and he speaks, half dazed. “here too,”
“what?” you turn your face towards him, blinking a few times at your boyfriend's actions as he points at his cheeks.
“that,” he's a little shy, quite hesitant, unable to articulate his request properly. thankfully, it barely takes you a few seconds to understand as you smile, leaning forward and putting one hand on his cheek why pressing a tender het firm kiss on the other one.
“there— oh! that left a mark,” you reach out for a tissue immediately. “i'll wipe—”
“don't,” he interrupts before you can finish, gently taking the tissue from your hands and wiping his own lips before smiling. “let it be,”
JUNGWON
“uh, strawberry?” he takes yet another guess, eyes squinting at your face to access your reaction.
“gosh, no, wonie! the last one was strawberry,” you whine in exasperation for the fourth time. you both are on the couch, playing a little game of your boyfriend guessing the flavours of your lip tint with kisses.
“okay, once more. promise i'll get it right this time,” he shoots you a sheepish grin, his hand automatically reaching out to pull you closer onto his lap.
“your lips are pink,” you point just as he was leaning in for a kiss, his eyes widening at your words. his cheeks mirror the same colour, half from the few kisses you've showered on them and half from the way you make him blush.
“who cares,” and he captures your lips in another kiss, tilting your head to a better angle when he feels you smile amidst the kiss. his tongue brushes against your lips, the sweet taste only driving him crazier. you gasp when he pushes his tongue inside. you don't even know if this is all even necessary for this silly game.
he pulls back, a little out of breath. “okay, it's grape for sure,”
“no! oh my god,” he shakes his head at your frustration, the way you say that you will give him a last chance. honestly, he could care less about the flavour. he knows it's vanilla, the kisses are just an excuse.
NI-KI
“are you nervous?” you ask in an attempt to drag the conversation for longer, literally giving him heart eyes.
“me? never,” he replies with a scoff, hands intertwined with yours. honestly, it's not even overconfidence. he is just that good at basketball. you nod with the same smile, bringing his hand to your lips to press a kiss, and his eyes widen at the faint lip mark. “hey! don't do that, i have a game,”
you roll your eyes at his words, huffing with mock irritation as he wipes his hands. “so what?”
you press another kiss on the back of his hand, he wips again, you tip toe, he leans back to break free from your grip, you end up backing him against the wall, kissing his lips, a defeated groan falling off his lips, your own curling up in a victorious grin.
“well since you want to kiss me that bad,” he says nonchalantly but his words betray a hint of admiration at the sight of you looking so cute. he leans down to your level, pointing at his cheek. “do it here,”
his fangirls are whispering, the teammates are teasing, he doesn't care. riki goes to the game with your lipstick stain on his cheek, and he wins.
— 𝓝ia ; hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) ❤︎
obsessive bsf!sunoo who makes you feel horrible for hanging out with someone else other than him, especially when it’s another man. He’d sulk and give you the cold shoulder the entire day, muttering about how he doesn’t wanna talk to someone who obviously doesn’t care about him anymore.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who only decides to finally talk to you when you start crying and clutching onto his shirt for him to stay. Smiling sickly and cooing at your tear-streaked face before pulling you into a warm hug. “You really upset me today y/n. But don’t worry, i’ll forgive you this time. You don’t need to cry anymore, pretty.”
obsessive bsf!sunoo who loves to take a big whiff of your sweet scented perfume everytime you go in for a hug. Asking you about it and buying the very same one the next day, but not for himself. He’d spray it around his room and almost soak his bedsheets with it, now your signature scent surrounding him in the comfort of his room.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who would sneak quick glances at your phone whenever you had to type in your password, mentally noting it down in the back of his mind and going through your messages and pictures when you’d leave your phone next to him after excusing yourself to the bathroom. Sending a bunch of your pictures that he found cute to himself so he could cherish them later that night. <3
obsessive bsf!sunoo who studies your handwriting down to the smallest details. Fixating on every little curve and line, the way you replace every dot with a small circle instead. Practicing it in his dimly lit bedroom just to feel closer to you, writing his own name the way you would with an almost lovesick grin on his face.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who feels territorial over you. His fingers twitching to be wrapped around your waist when another man’s got your attention. He’s right there next to you, what could possibly be more interesting about that loser?
obsessive bsf!sunoo who settles on slinging his arm around your shoulders instead, startling you for a second and earning himself a questioning glance from you, but his eyes weren’t on you this time. He’d been glaring daggers at the poor guy the whole time you were busy talking, eventually making him bring up a quick excuse to scurry away from you two.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who often makes you cry over the littlest things, putting the blame on you and making you think it’s your fault, just to coddle you a couple minutes later and wrap his arms around you. “I forgive you doll, everyone makes mistakes. It’s okay.” he whispers, his hand petting your hair while you try to suppress your tears and not make a fool of yourself any longer infront of him.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who follows you in the dead of the night after finding out you were out late with your girlfriends even though it’s almost midnight, trying to teach you a lesson so you’d never be out this late again. His face covered by the hood of his jacket, his steps mimicking yours and noticing the way you start to realize you’re being followed before quickening your pace and subtly looking over your shoulder.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who quickly gives up on his act and pulls his hood down as you make a sharp turn trying to lose your “stalker”. He knows what you’re doing, he knew you’d decide on that route. Choosing the long way through the neighborhood to your house instead of the alleyway which would be a shortcut. A sly smile plays on his lips as he walks through the alleyway and into the neighborhood, waiting exactly where you would eventually “bump into him” by pure coincidence.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who acts clueless when he sees you noticing him there and running up to him, a worried expression painting his face when you start to explain what happened. Him reassuring you that he’s right there if anything happened, that he would never let anything happen to you, convincing you to always share your location with him from now on and update him about your whereabouts.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who slowly turns himself into your safe space and sanctuary. embracing you and whispering sweetly about how you’re too fragile and precious to leave the house without him, how he’s the only one you need to lean onto, the only person you need to keep yourself safe.
off the rip, i feel like sunoo would be the best boyfriend ever. he just gives off such bf vibes.
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he’s the perfect mix of fun and playful while also being mature and emotionally intelligent. you can go on a chaotic shopping date together, laughing and being silly, then five minutes later have a deep convo. he switches between both so naturally.
he’s an amazing listener. like genuinely cares about every word you say, remembers the details, and gives the best advice and comfort when you need it. but he’s not just a listener—he yaps a lot too. he’ll tell you every detail about his day, the funny moments, the things that annoyed him… and he gets so happy when you actually sit there and listen to him talk for a long time.
sunoo’s not really a big pda guy. he’ll happily hold your hand, put his arm around you, and give you hugs in public, but he’s not the type to be super touchy or kiss you in front of others. when it’s just the two of you though? he’s all over you. constant cuddles, forehead kisses, cheek kisses throughout the day, the works.
he still values his personal space and isn’t overly clingy most of the time, but if you’re feeling down or not feeling well, he becomes the clingiest person ever. he’ll stick to you like glue until you feel better.
he lovessssss quiet nights where it’s just you two under a big comfy blanket on the couch or in bed. whether you’re watching shows, scrolling on your phones, or talking about nothing—those are his favorite moments.
his phone is literally full of you. he takes so many selfies of you (sometimes when you’re not even ready) and couple pics. you’re his wallpaper and his lockscreen, he doesn’t play abt you.
if we’re talking idol au, he would 100% keep the relationship super private. but when he’s away on tour he’d facetiming you constantly—while getting ready, before performances, in the morning, at night, whenever he can. every call ends with a soft “i love you” and a flying kiss.
he gets the biggest, brightest smile whenever you call him pretty or handsome.
getting drunk with him is so fun. you’ll come home, both tipsy, and just end up on the floor laughing hysterically at nothing.
he’s the type to let you steal food off his plate when you’re eating out, but he’ll tease you first.
one time at a restaurant you only ordered a salad while he got steak with all the good sides. he kept telling you to order more because “a salad isn’t gonna fill you up,” but you insisted. later when he leaned back rubbing his stomach saying “i’m full,” you and him both already knew what was coming.
“really?” you asked.
“mhm,” he said, smirking because he knew you wanted his steak.
“can i have some?” you tried, smiling.
“thought you only wanted a salad?” he teased, raising his eyebrows. but even while saying it, he was already sliding the plate toward you. “i’m kidding, eat whatever you want. i’ll order dessert too.”
arguments with sunoo are extremelyyyyyyy rare, and they get resolved super fast.
one time you argued because you were hiding your feelings to not “burden” him. his tone got a little rough while explaining that your feelings would never be a burden. it ended with you tearing up and asking for a moment alone.
seeing you cry because of him actually broke him. like if someone saw the state of him with no context they would’ve thought he killed you or something.
after about an hour he came to check on you, eyes all soft and worried. you hugged it out, apologized to each other, and he took you out for ice cream right after to make it better.
side note: no matter how mad he gets, he would never ever curse at you. ever.
and at the end of the day, being loved by sunoo feels soft and sweet.
🎀────𝟒𝟎𝟗 bsf!sunoo x f!rea ◜ᯅ◝ fluff friends to lovers kissing mutual pining ❕
everyone thinks you’re already dating. the casual touching—you leaning into sunoo when walking, sitting between his legs on the couch, carelessly letting him lay his head on your lap as your fingers thread through his hair. your friends caught on quick, but you didn’t, still thinking they meant boy friend every time they called him your boyfriend.
the moment he realizes he’s fallen for you. as cliché as it is, the moment stemmed from you tripping over your shoe and falling right into sunoo’s arms. he falls on his back with you, your lips mere inches apart. your warm, shaky breath fans his plush lips—chests pressed together as he blinks up at you. you scramble off him before you even know it, but the two of you never forgot that day.
you realize it at the same time. throughout the day, the image perpetually repeats itself in your head. you—plopped ontop of sunoo, your bodies flush against each other’s, the evident vibrations of your heartbeats, the urge to pull onto the collars of his shirt and crash your lips against his. you find yourself thinking about it more than you should.. and that’s how everything changed.
the tension becomes obvious to everyone. if your peers hadn’t always questioned your relationship with sunoo, they sure as hell were now. they notice the way his hands snake down to your waist when hugging you, gently pressing his fngertips into your skin as he pulls you closer, resting his chin on your forehead.
he kisses you to shut you up. you’re a babbling, nervous, stuttering mess as you rant away to sunoo. he breathes out through his nose, softly murmuring your name, and pressing his lips to yours just as you stop talking. his fingers rest on your jaw, gently tilting your head up as his lips move against yours in a rhythm that causes your head to spin. your fingers instinctively grab onto the collar of his shirt—same way you intended to that day you fell for each other >_<
from then on, it’s official. it’s to no one’s surprise, and not much has changed besides you kissing and tangling fingers every chance you get. he’ll mindlessly press his lips to your temple, jaw, or nose while his thumb rubs slow circles on your hand. he squeezes your waist, slightly pulling you closer, completely forgetting that his best friend was beside him. “get a room,” niki lowly mumbles.
>summary: When Sunoo casually drops on a live that he once dated in school, Y/N—watching from home—finds herself pouting over a girl from his past she’s never even met. What starts as silent sulking turns into a warm, laughter-filled evening when Sunoo comes home determined to coax the truth out of her. Between stolen kisses in the kitchen, chocolate-dipped strawberries on the couch, and whispered promises that she’s his only present and future, the jealousy melts away—leaving nothing but tooth-rotting fluff and a clingy boyfriend who refuses to let go.
>warnings: mild jealousy, brief insecurity, playful possessiveness, heavy domestic fluff, skinship (kisses, cuddling, lap pillow), teasing, soft reassurance, casual mention of past school relationship (pre-debut), social media live causing misunderstanding, food mentions (strawberries, chocolate dip, tteokbokki), zero smut, no arguments, quick emotional resolution
>Word Count: ~1.8k
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You’re chopping strawberries when your phone buzzes on the counter. The screen shows Sunoo’s live, already half an hour in. You dry your hands on a dish towel and prop the phone against a sugar jar, smiling at the sight of him curled on the dorm couch in a pale blue hoodie, hair pushed off his forehead, cheeks glowing.
“I ate too much tteokbokki,” he complains, clutching his stomach with a dramatic wince. “Manager hyung said I can’t nap, so I came here.”
The comments fly. You skim, smiling, until one line catches your eye.
“Sunoo, have you always been single?”
He laughs softly. “Since debut, yes. Before that… not since birth.” He scrunches his nose. “I dated once. In school.”
Your hands still. The knife hovers over the cutting board. The chat erupts with caps and emojis. Your chest goes tight in an irrational, syrupy way. You swallow, force your face neutral, and go back to slicing, but the pieces come out uneven.
He keeps talking, light and harmless. “It wasn’t serious. We were kids.” Then he reads another comment and shakes his head. “No details. Privacy.”
It’s nothing. You know it’s nothing. You also know he didn’t do anything wrong by answering, but the thought of some old classmate getting to hold his hand before you did makes your stomach feel like soda. You end the live, put your phone face down, and stab a strawberry a little too hard with a fork.
The door unlocks twenty minutes later. You don’t look up, suddenly very interested in rinsing an already clean bowl.
“Baby?” Sunoo’s voice is warm and familiar. Shoes off, keys in the tray, hoodie still on. He pads to the kitchen. “Hi.”
“Hi,” you say, not turning. You are being cool and normal and not jealous of a ghost from sophomore year.
His chin lands on your shoulder. He smells like laundry and a hint of syrup from the studio snacks. His arms link around your waist, palms spreading over your sweater. He sways you side to side as if you’re music he likes. “Did you watch my live? I told them my stomach hurt. It still hurts. You should kiss it better.”
“You can take antacid,” you reply, rinsing the nothing-bowl again.
He hums. “Or you could kiss it.”
You slide the bowl into the rack. “How was practice?”
He leans in, lips brushing your cheek. “It was fine. Hyung made me redo the chorus four times. Then I rewarded myself with tteokbokki which is why the stomach…” He trails, peeking at your face. “Why do you look like a cloud that wants to rain?”
“I don’t,” you say, which is a lie. Your mouth settles in a pout you can’t control.
He soft-gasps. “You do.” He flips you gently to face him, leaning against the counter next to the strawberries. His eyes search yours, soft and curious. “Okay. Tell me.”
“Nothing.”
“Something,” he says. He hooks a knuckle under your chin and tips your face up. “You don’t have to protect my feelings. They’re very sturdy. Like… a turtle shell.” He blinks. “That sounded cooler in my head.”
You try to laugh and end up sighing. “It’s silly.”
“I like silly. I am silly.” He squeezes your waist. “Give me silly.”
You chew your lip. “Your live.”
“My live,” he repeats, patient.
“You said you, like… dated. Before debut.”
“Oh,” he says softly. His brow lifts, understanding slotting into place. “And you didn’t like that.”
“I didn’t like the idea,” you mumble, cheeks warm. “Of some girl in your school holding your hand and you smiling at her and… you know. I know it was nothing. I’m not mad. I’m just… pouty.” The last word comes out small.
Sunoo’s mouth curves. “My pouty baby,” he says, and somehow it doesn’t make you defensive. It melts you. He taps your nose. “Thank you for saying it.”
You look at the floor. “It’s dumb.”
“No,” he says. “It’s honest.” He eases the dish towel from your hands, sets it aside, and pulls you fully into his arms. “Can I tell you my version?”
You nod into his hoodie.
“I was a kid,” he says, cheek resting on your hair. “I didn’t know who I was yet. I liked the idea of being liked.” His hand rubs your back in slow circles. “It lasted a short time. It taught me that I wanted something real and safe and a little bit silly.” He kisses the top of your head. “Which I found with you.”
Your throat tightens. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“I can and I should,” he says. “I will again.” He tips back to see your face. “Also, present Sunoo would like to point out that past Sunoo didn’t have a choice in your strawberry cutting skills.” He glances at the mangled fruit and clutches his heart. “Tragic. Heartbreaking. Someone call a chef.”
You swat his chest and finally smile, small but genuine. “Shut up.”
“Never,” he grins. “But I can be quiet if you kiss me.” He puckers. You try not to, but he’s so earnest, lips soft and glossy, eyes trusting. You lean up and kiss him once, quick. He chases you for a second one, longer. His hands slide to your lower back, warm through the fabric. You feel the pout in you dissolve like sugar in tea.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Jealousy looks cute on you, but I don’t want you to wear it. I want you to wear my hoodie and my ring and my name in your phone with too many hearts.”
“I already have your name with too many hearts,” you mutter.
“Good,” he says, pleased. “Keep adding. I’ll earn them.”
“You already do.” You peek at him. “I just… didn’t like them asking you. Like they’re allowed to tug on strings that belong to us.”
“They’re not,” he says. “I’ll be more careful how I answer. I didn’t think.” His thumb strokes the line of your jaw. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“I want to be,” he says. “Because you looked at the floor like the floor offended you.” He kisses your pout until it lifts. “How do I fix today?”
“Stay home,” you say immediately. “No more schedules, no more lives, no more tteokbokki. Just… you and me and the couch.”
His eyes light. “Couch date,” he agrees. “I’ll bring a blanket, and you bring forgiveness and strawberries that are not crimes.”
“Rude,” you laugh, but you’re already reaching for a bowl. “Fine. We can make chocolate dip.”
He helps. He melts chocolate on low heat while you stir. He steals one strawberry to “test quality” and yelps when you flick water at him. He retaliates by grabbing you around the waist and lifting you off the floor for a second. You squeal, feet kicking, arms around his shoulders, faces inches apart. Both of you freeze, smiling, hands not moving.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” you say, breathless.
He sets you down carefully and kisses your cheek, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth like he’s following a map. “You’re my present and future,” he says quietly. “My before doesn’t touch that.”
You swallow. “Promise?”
“Promise,” he says without hesitation. “Cross my heart and hope to die. Double knot.”
You carry the chocolate to the coffee table while he builds a nest of pillows and throws. He tucks you under his arm, legs tangled, blanket over both of you. The TV plays something you won’t remember because he keeps turning your face toward his for more kisses. Small ones, sweet and slow. He holds your hand under the blanket and traces your knuckles with his thumb like it’s a habit he never wants to break.
Halfway through your second strawberry, he nuzzles your ear. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.
“What?”
“In school,” he says, voice soft, “I thought I understood what having a crush was. Then I met you and realized I had no idea.” He laughs, embarrassed. “You walked into a room and my brain forgot the alphabet. You smiled at me and I forgot choreography. I still do, sometimes.”
You blink at him. “You’ve been forgetting choreography a lot lately.”
“Exactly,” he says, eyes glittering. “It’s you. Always you.”
You set your strawberry down and hug him like you’re trying to dissolve into his hoodie. He hugs back just as tightly, chin hooking over your shoulder, a content little hum in his chest. Your earlier jealousy feels far away, replaced by a warm, steady glow.
“Thank you for telling me,” you murmur.
“Thank you for listening,” he answers. “And for being pouty. I like taking care of pouty you.” He presses a kiss to your jaw. “But I like you happy more.”
“I’m happy,” you say. “Especially when you’re clingy.”
“Oh, I’m very clingy,” he promises. He proves it by sliding down until his head is in your lap, then catching your hand and kissing each fingertip. “See? You’re stuck. I’m your very cute, very heavy cat.”
You card your fingers through his hair. “My cat doesn’t demand kisses.”
“This cat does,” he says, puckering again. You give him one. He smiles lazily, eyes half-closed. “Mine,” he mumbles.
“Yours,” you agree, and it’s easy.
The credits roll. The chocolate bowl is empty. He sits up to stretch and immediately folds back around you, arms tight, like letting go even for a second felt wrong. “Do you still feel weird about the live?” he asks.
You think about it and surprise yourself with the answer. “Not really.”
He nods, satisfied. “Good. Next time I’ll just say I’ve been in one relationship my whole life.” He taps your nose. “This one.”
“That’s cheesy,” you tell him.
“I’m lactose tolerant,” he replies, very serious. “I can handle all this cheese.”
You burst out laughing and he beams. He pulls the blanket higher, kisses you again, longer this time, until your fingers curl in his hoodie and his smile slides into something soft and reverent. He pulls back just enough to touch his forehead to yours.
“I love you,” he says.
Your heart does that fizzy thing again, but it doesn’t feel like jealousy this time. It feels like home. “I love you too.”
“Okay,” he whispers, relieved and excited all at once. “Good. Now feed me another strawberry. And then we nap. And when I go live tomorrow I’ll tell them tteokbokki is out and cuddling is in.”
“You can’t say that,” you protest, giggling.
“I can say I’m busy,” he says, eyes bright. “Busy being very not single.” He pecks your lips and snuggles in. “Very, very not.”
You roll your eyes and stroke his hair until he relaxes against you. The couch is warm, the apartment smells like chocolate and clean cotton, and his hand keeps finding yours under the blanket like it belongs there. The world outside can ask whatever it wants. In here, you have your answer.
a/n: Guyss I have a confession to make. I'm in love with Sunooo!!😭😭 Like he is saur cuteee omgg I'm dead!!🫠
