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❀ where reader sends "I just squirted" out of nowhere just after they went through an argument

❀ angst, smut

❀ some of them do not end well sorry😭 and long time no see hellooo (none gaf🤣)

[ORIGINAL CONTENT]

PLAYING: Scherzo

"Imma try and catch that."

"What?" You didn't reply until moments later.

He turned to hand you his hat. "Here, hold my hat."

Sunoo then reached out his arm, attempting to remove the floating leaf on the surface of the water in the tank.

Only to see you standing there, only following his moves and face, not making any sounds, nor paying attention to what he said.

Of course you weren't, but you couldn't admit staring at him because you weren't ready to tell him.

Ready to tell your best friend that you can't help but falling into his eyes, his moves, falling for him.

So you simply handed his cap back and said nothing.

i could scream oh my god sunoo’s lips are so kissable

warnings: kissing, making out, veeery suggestive, mentions of alcohol, very light praise(?)

the party is loud, music thumping through the walls, colorful lights streaking across the room. you’ve had one too many drinks — maybe two too many — and the world feels soft and warm and tilted. but none of that matters when sunoo is sitting right next to you on the couch, legs tucked under him, cheeks already flushed from the alcohol and the attention you keep giving him.

he looks unreal tonight. soft oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, hair a little messy, those hazel eyes sparkling every time he laughs at something someone says. and his lips… god, his pretty pink lips. glossy from the drink he’s been sipping, slightly parted, looking so kissable it hurts.

you can’t stop staring.

sunoo notices. of course he does. he always notices you.

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⊹ 𓎆⠀. 𓂅 Summary : Reader spends her days studying architecture whilst hearing rumours about Sunoo which, in reality, she finds hard to believe – until she comes to the conclusion that Sunoo is nothing more than a virgin loser who pretends to be someone he isn’t in order to fit in with the students standards.

Content : 𝓐 rt student! 𝓼unoo x 𝓐 rchitecture student! 𝓻eader, Sunoo is a virgin loser, slow burn, the reader can be considered unrealistic and stereotypical, a fictional student 𝓪𝓾, Sunoo calls the reader ‘sweetie’, ‘baby’, ‘princess’, etc., The female reader has a soft spot for Sunoo’s wavy hair and mullet, whilst Sunoo likes women with short hair, Sunoo has piercings and tattoos, the female reader has short hair and is pretty, she’s intelligent but everyone thinks she’s dumb, a mummy’s and daddy’s girl, Sunoo is rude to her at first, prejudices clouding judgement.

Warnings : NSFW content (𝓶𝓭𝓲), Dom! 𝓻eader, Versatile! 𝓼unoo, reader has a thing for Sunoo’s piercings and tattoos, Sunoo likes boobs, P-V, submission play, all consensual, cunnilingus, fellatio, long-lasting sex, explicit dacryphilia; Sunoo is bisexual, reader is heterosexual.

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 : There are still some things to add, but these are the ones I've included so far. I'm serious minors, please don't interact with this. If you find any spelling mistakes, please let me know respectfully. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind to me and very patient. Enjoy!

Si de casualidad hablas español, aquí esta la versión en español. ♡

Your heels echoed through the university cafeteria, packed with students who make you feel overwhelmed the moment you walk in but even so, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’re an architecture student; you love your major for you, it’s the best part of your day but of course you’re not going to shout that from the rooftops, so your grades speak for themselves.

You scanned the room for your friends until you spotted them; they greeted you enthusiastically just like you even though they weren’t very far away. You walked over and sat down with your tray of food, which consisted mostly of rice, a small strawberry milk, an apple, and plenty of bibimbap which was undoubtedly your favorite.

“Did you hear what they’re saying about Sunoo this time?” one of your friends asked, motioning for them to come closer which they did, huddling together in a half-circle while you ate your food with the utmost calm.

“A friend told me that he had a three way kiss with Heeseung and Sunghoon at Yeonjun’s party last Saturday, and apparently the three of them left together afterward,” your friend continued, while you kept shoveling food into your mouth, only to choke when she mentioned the kiss.

“Sunoo is really promiscuous, that’s no secret. Last summer, I heard he had a threesome with Wonyoung from the Fashion Department and Jake from the Medical Department. That rumor went around for a month, but I haven’t forgotten it,” another of your friends comments, shrugging her shoulders, and you keep listening. You’ve heard plenty of rumors about Sunoo, but to you they’re just that—rumors. There’s definitely no way to find out everything they say about him unless you experience it firsthand, which clearly isn’t the case.

“Sure, plus he has a very… Mmm, ‘different’ style? He has several piercings, too, and I heard he just got a couple on his nipples, can you believe it?” Your friend keeps talking, picking up her milkshake from the table to take a sip before speaking again.

“Although he’s cute, and that mullet looks great on him,” your friends laugh, and all you can think about is getting out of there. They always get so annoying when it comes to gossip and rumors, but you don’t really care, so you keep eating so you can get back to your classes while your friends keep talking.

They finish, and you head toward your classroom, which was on the other side of campus. Your feet were starting to hurt from the heels, but you didn’t think much of it.

Your expensive perfume and outfit didn’t fit your major at all; no one believed you were an architecture student and, to everyone’s surprise, the top student in your class. Your whole life, people have told you, “But you look so pretty", "why are you even studying?” “I guess your parents are going to support you. I’m so jealous,” “I wish I were you. You’ve got it all figured out in life,” You’re tired of hearing that. No, it’s not your fault that you were born with a damn silver spoon in your mouth. You know how hard your parents worked to get where they are. Something they always instilled in you from a young age is to be self taught, that’s helped you a lot in your day to day life at school and in your major.

Everyone at school thinks you’re an airhead and that you pay for your grades and that’s why you have the best ones but it took a lot of work to get there, and even so, they don’t believe it. Your friends are pretty much just like you: one is a closet otaku, another has emotionally absent parents, and another loves to read but doesn’t want to be known as a bookworm. Anyway, the rumors are slowly eroding your self esteem from the inside, and you know this better than anyone. That’s why you don’t let yourself be swayed by appearances and as they say, you can’t judge a book by its cover.