#nerd boy

✎♡ Pairing: Loser/Nerdy Husband!Seonghwa X female reader

✎♡ Warning: Smut with A LOT of flashbacks, might contain heavy topic that not all will agree (child exposure to sex, which is never ok in real life situation! Be mindful of your surrounding please!), porn addicted, poor plushie being lick and grind on, stealing panties, sniffing on used panties, dub con (the reader consent!), pervert, begging (from man n woman), pussy drunk, pussy worship, face in pussy, ALL ABOUT PUSSY ADDICTION

✎♡ A/N: I'm sorry for making yall wait 😭 Lot of things happened and I nearly give up the half way writing this fic cuz of my self doubt but here we are, HOORAY. Just, I'm sorry if there is a lot of grammar mistakes or confusing plots. I tried my best to keep everything smooth. Any comments or feedbacks will be appreciated, I LOVE BEING PRAISE🐇 Anyway, I'm thinking of doing part 2 for this but we'll see.

✎♡ Tag list: @sluttielily @taekritimin123 @lady-haitani @phesodain @shahruladhwaloml @sugarbabymingi

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✎♡ Word count: 4.4k

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“Seonghwa! Mmph–!” You throw your head on the soft pillow of your bed, writhing from the pleasure that your husband just gave. His head stay buried in your leaking cunt while greedily slurping all your juicy slick into his throat. “Angel..haa–fuck–yess give me more, baby” He moans in bliss as he continue to dive into your wet sloppy cunt. It's been a year now since you married him but not once he changed. Still hungry for the sweet cunt of yours—every day, every night—since your college year.

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You still remember how innocent Seonghwa was back then, the first time you met him. It was in your psychology class, where you were given a seat beside him. He, of course the quiet kid who didn't interact much unless he was spoken to. But he wasn’t ignore by anyone, he is just who he is. You might think that he’s introvert but in reality, he’s the opposite. Not too mention, he was one of the most popular football players in your college.

“Um, sorry, but can I borrow a sticky note—wait, no, can you lend me some? I forgot to bring mine. Sorry.” You dip your head a little in a guilty gesture from disturbing his focus, and let out an awkward chuckle.

His glasses slip down from the bridge of his nose, and the flustered expression on his face is so endearing that it makes you grin. His fingers tap a quick, nervous rhythm on the desk. “S-sticky note?” He asks, clearing his throat. “Sure” His hand quickly digs through his pencil case and just like that, the tiny paper squares are found. The conversation is short, a small exchange between you two for the first time.

The second time was when you asked him to help you carry the lecturer’s files. It wasn't intentional—those files were heavy as hell. Thesis, research, proposal—whatever. As if you give a damn, but since the lecturer asked, and being a good student you were, you agreed to it. On the way to the office, you met him. It was still clear in your mind when you saw him exit the library with the soft blush on his cheeks, pastel checkered cardigan, and his usual sling bag. Cute, right? Well, it is if you don’t know what he’s actually doing in there.

“Seonghwa! Hi–can you help me? Quick, quick, it's heavy!”

The weight of the files makes you lean against him for balance with your back pressed to his chest and your butt brushing against his crotch, but you are oblivious to it at that time, too focused on not dropping the files. A sharp breath escapes from his mouth while his hands snap to your hips. “I'm sorry! Didn't mean to. It's too heavy, I swear.” Still, you stay leaned against him because, honestly? He’s the only thing keeping you upright. You didn’t think much of it then, but looking back, that pink flush and the way he held his bag too close to his chest feel like clues. Your husband, in fact, wasn’t reading in the library after all.

Back then, you had no idea what he was hiding, but now? Now you know exactly why his hands shook and why his eyes couldn’t meet yours. The library wasn’t about books for Seonghwa—it was about you. Even before you were his, he was already addicted, sneaking off between shelves just to stroke himself to the thought of your smile, your voice, your body pressed against him.

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“Angel, your pussy’s all I ever wanted, I swear—fuck, I’d live down here if you let me.” Your husband moans against your folds, sloppy tongue never stopping.

“You don’t know how many nights in college I wanted to do this, how many times I—fuck—came thinking about this exact taste.” His words muffle against your glistening folds. His nose shoves so deep in them, smearing your slick all over his face like he wants to wear your pussy as cologne. Your hole continues to bless him with more juice. The sound of your pussy being licked and slurped is so obscene that it just makes you more aroused, and so does he.

You always thought—“Oh, he’s kinda nerd so I guess he prefers everything clean and neat.” —Well, he is but not with you. He wants you wrecked all the time. Painted white from his cum, trembling from how much he fucks you stupid. He makes sure that you don't have to lift a finger at home. Work? He’ll do it. Chores? He’ll handle it. All he wants is for you to keep those legs spread, dripping just for him. He’d die between your thighs with a smile on his face.

“You think I’m a clean freak, angel? Fuck no. I ruined my boxers so many times because of you I lost count.”

The memory of you bending over the library table is still fresh in his mind. At that time, you were having a study session with him. Oh, a simple group work and since you both were already sitting beside each other in class, so why not be partners in the group project?

“Ah, let me take it.” As you lean forward to grab the pile of reference books, you unintentionally raise your skirt, revealing your soft pink panties with a slight moisture hint, unbeknownst to you. Blood rushes to his dick from the sight that he needs to hide his boner with his sling bag. Seonghwa wants nothing but to pin you down on the flat surface and shove his face in your pussy to take a sniff of your scent down there.

“A little more,” you keep reaching for the books while his eyes are burning into your sweet, clothed pussy. The trace of your fat folds is clear on your panties, making him dizzy with the thought of parting and sniffing them. “Got it!” Your happy cheer brings him back from his fantasy. “Uh, oh, yes, the book…” You giggle innocently as you place the books in front of him while he pulls himself back together.

As time goes by, you two grew close. You would ask him anything about classes, texting even when it has nothing to do with studying, teasing him with your jokes. You love to see his smile, and he loves your pussy—oops.

“Hwa, wanna come over to my house? All we have left is just the conclusion, right? I think we can finish it off at my house.” The words spark something deep in him, like a door finally creaking open. “Sure.”

And just like that, he’s in your room with your body leaning against him as you read through the last page of your group proposal. “Hm, I think you already did great on the conclusion part, Hwa. Good job!” A giggle slips from your lips as your hand automatically pats his head. You can't help it, he's too cute. The small contact sends shivers down his spine. How can he not? When all he has been doing is imagining how your plushie smells—because, honestly, he’s sure as hell you put them between your thighs when you are sleeping. Or, how you moan when your towel brushes against your clit while you dry your body off.

“I’ll be right back real quick. You drink tea, right? Okay wait here.” With that, you left him alone in your room to go down to the kitchen to prepare him a drink.

As soon as your shadow disappears from the door, he scatters to your bed and presses his face flat on the sheets shamelessly. “Oh, fuck—she smells so divine” He grabs your poor innocent plushie and grinds against it with face still buried in your mattress. “Ah–ah–mmph—want it, your pussy, angel—mmm—” He ruts pathetically, desperately, while the evening continues with you blissfully oblivious to his taboo actions on your belongings.

That night, you wished him goodnight, thanking him for the evening you spent with and just went to sleep, smiling while him panting at the end of the line. What you didn't know—again—that he stole one of your panties, used from your laundry basket. Soft red lace, the pair you’d worn the night before and threw it into the basket this morning. Pressing the fabric on his tall nose, he inhales like his life depends on it. His sweatpants is already pooling on the floor along with his boxer as his fist works on his cock while he moans to your pussy scent. “Angel..” he gasps. “I need you—God, you’re divine down here—mmph” He drags his tongue along the soaked fabric, tasting the ghost of your pussy while groaning like you’re there in front of him.

A deep frustrated groan slips from his throat at the lack of friction from his hand, making him hard to concentrate on your 'pussy'. Seonghwa kicks away his pants before pulling a big dark blue container from under his bed. Fishing his hand around in the container, he sighs in relief when he finally found what he'd been looking for. A silicone pussy like sex toy—not even a full body, just a pair of plush thighs and a dripping cunt waiting for him. A torso, faceless and limbless, designed only for one thing, to spread open for him and take his cock. As he slides the toy onto his cock, he can't help but whine at the tightness of it.

“Fuck—angel, so tight—hnn—” Pushing the fake pussy flat on the floor, he continues to rut into it like a lunatic. Fucking the poor silicone toy relentlessly all while still inhaling your cute panties.

The room fills with his pants, lines of confession about how all he need is to taste your slick on the tip of his tongue. How he would do anything for the exchange of your perfect cunt. Funny, how the simple exchange conversation of lending some sticky notes back then can make him this frantic of your scent, body and feeling. "Angel, angel, angel—haa!—please—"

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Looking back at his early childhood, he was too young but fate always has a way of surprising us. 10 years old him—with a sky blue cap on his head that had a duck image glued on it, a shirt that was a little to big for his frame and his black slack—ran back home happily with a trophy from the school storytelling tournament that he managed to get first place in. It was already late, he usually spent the evening at his friend’s house while his parents were at work. The clock strike to 8 when he finally wished his friend goodbye and quickly when home.

"Bubye, Jisung-yah!" His high pitched voice rang as he bid the little farewell.

The short legs of his were quick to take him home. Maybe, because he was excited to tell his parents about his accomplishment? Yes, such a pure intention that was soon to be destroyed by fate. "I'm home! Omma! Appa!" The house is empty, dark hallway greeted him but he paid no mind as he ran to his parents' room. The door knob was already on his palm when he twisted it open, peeking through the small opening of the door.

“Ah!–Honey!–ah–” His eyes widened from the scene in front of him. The sound of his mother's voice rang high in the room as his eyes darted to his father's head that was buried in between his mother's legs. Was…his mother in pain..? His mother's hands tugged on Mr. Park's head, pushing deeper into her cunt. Slurp! Slurp! It was obscene but little Seonghwa couldn't pry his head elsewhere. The sight of his father tongue sliding up and down through his mother's plump folds were sight to be hold. How the folds jiggle after his father let go from his lips.

"Honey—mmph—you taste delicious down here. Need more—" Mr. Park moaned. His hands pushed his wife legs apart, spreading it more for him, not knowing he just gave his son full view of their intimacy moment.

Young Seonghwa stayed in front of the small opening, watching how greedy his fatherlicked and ate his mom out. He shouldn't—he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. It was intoxicating, making his mouth ran dried. He craved that. After the incident, Seonghwa would always had his tongue on something, mimicking his father explicit action.

"Little—mmph—more" He whimpered between the plushie legs—the one he got from his mother on his birthday—licking it wet with his saliva. Of course, he wouldn't understand what the fuck he was doing but the urge was too much. He wanted to feel his tongue run on sweet folds he imagined. His parents never suspect a thing since to them, there was nothing weird about his behaviors. Study? Still on top of the class. Tournaments? He stayed active. Little did they know, he would sneak to their laundry room at night to get a sniff of how pussy supposed to smell and on his first time? He nearly went to heaven on how addictive it was to him.

At fourteen, he already had the access to the internet since his parents trusted him, believing it was only for study purposes. At first, he really did use it to find information for his revision, but as time went on, his focus was pulled away by his own curiosity.

Vagina. Licking. It was all started with ‘innocent’ words—feeding the simple keywords into the browser like confessions, before he spiraled deeper into his obsession. Ogling on a simple drawing of cunt in a science textbook was his first. Searching and clicking through websites was never difficult for him. It didn't take long for him to slip down the rabbit hole of tabs.

He would make sure to delete his web history every time he went to bed, though his parents never check it. Can't leave a trace, right?

By sixteen, with the teenage hormones surging, his fixation only grew stronger. With the experience on his side, he became sharper at finding exactly what he wanted and soon built a stash of toys that he managed to hide away from prying eyes. But how? When some company would asked for contact information to make sure there aren’t minors lurking around to have such toys before they reach certain age, but it was never the problem for him. “Park…” Seonghwa muttered as he key in his father information into the payment details. How about the email! It’s his. He was just using his father name. To add more, he usually ordered from a discreet company that will help you cover your information when they shipped your package.

“Darling! Is this yours? Starhwa0403?” Mrs. Park’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, omma!” He hurried down, cheeks warm, and dipped his head when her hand came to pat his hair. No one knew. No one suspected a thing. Park Seonghwa—the star student among his peers—was also the most unhinged lunatic with the filthiest pussy fetish imaginable.

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“Seonghwa! What are you staring at?” Your gleeful tone drag him back to the reality with your hand rests on his thigh. It’s unintentional, just a habit of yours.

His breath stutters before he flashes you a gentle smile. Again, both of you are at your house—not to study but just a casual lounging. A date to be exact. It’s been a while, half of the year into your college since you know him, and since then, you two keep growing closer from the time being. You can’t help but falling for him. Just look at him, shy in his doing, polite in his talk, always ready to explain things to you and when his body presses against yours to teach you a certain topic that you're struggling, the butterflies in your stomach cheer. Not too mention the combo of his face and big brain. Tch—how can someone be so perfect—you thought.

“What do you usually do, Hwa?” You rest your head on his lap—that’s, intentional.

“I mean, beside studying? Do you have any hobby beside football? What do you usually watch when you are bored?” Oh, sweet summer child, if only you know. “Oh, I usually just play game—” “Game? What game?” You push yourself upright, leaning in until your face hovers just a breath away from his. The closeness crackles like static. His eyes tremble from the sudden closeness.

He wants nothing more than to shove his mouth and claim your lips in a wet sloppy kiss that would make you lost your breath. “U-uh animal crossing?”

“Oh! I heard about them! You owned a Nintendo? Damn, must be fun.” You slam your head back on his lap in defeat. “Is it fun? I want to try them but well, i don't have one yet hehe” The male can’t help but smile at your endearing giggle—Oh, he’s smitten.

“You should told me sooner, I will bring it on our next hangout.” Those words seem to pull your interest as your head sprint up to him again, “Really?! God, thank you Hwa. I love you~” The sentence slip from your mouth before you can even acknowledge it but you're too happy to care about it at the moment. However, it seem to affect him, leaving him breathless for a short amount of time. “Oh yeah! I want to show you the new plushie I got last Saturday—” But neither of those words reach him as his eyes burning on the full view of your ass bending in front of him as you try to reach your toy across the bed.

The sight of your soft pink panties, delicate and pure, almost painfully innocent, makes his pupils dilate with lust. Beneath the flimsy fabric lies his most prized possession, the treasure he’s been craving for so long. “Just a lick—” Seonghwa whispers, fighting the hunger roaring inside him. What he’s longed for is right there before him—begging to be tasted.

“I’d been eyeing this bear—Mmph!—” Your words were cut off from a sudden drag of cold wetness sears across your clothed core, sending shivers racing up your spine. In an instant, your head snap back, only to find his face buried tight between your thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your cunt shamelessly. The obscene act makes your legs tremble, body freezing as the butterflies in your stomach collapse into a cold, stunned mess.

“H-hwa—!” Your cry breaks into a half scream as he yanks your panties down, baring you to his hungry gaze. A needy moan spills from his lips at the sight he’s been starving for—your plump folds, hiding that pretty little clit of yours between them.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so pretty… I-I—” He pants as he drags his tongue along your folds like a starving man. Your whimper is muffled against the sheets, legs already kicking weakly at the strange, overwhelming sensation. “Hwa, w-what are you—what are you doing?” you finally manage to choke out your voice, still reeling from shock. “Shh, angel,” the pet name finally spills out, cracked and trembling, the same name he’s sobbed into his toy countless times, choking on the thought of you.

“I need it—need your pussy, please, please let me taste it. I’ll do anything, I’ll worship it, fuck—your pussy’s too perfect, it’s begging for me. Let me, angel. Please, I’m begging you, I can’t breathe without it.”

Before you can respond, the tip of his tongue once again lapping your folds longingly, making love to your plump flesh that he loves so much. “Angel, you are—you’re wet… Did I turn you on? Mmph—let me pleasure you, yeah? I’ll make you satisfy I promise.” Using his nose, he parts your folds slowly, almost savoring the moment. The feeling of his nose nudging between your folds in the most intimate way, make you whimper. Oh, heavenly isn't it? Brushing it against your bundle of nerve, rubbing it into submission. Your pussy starts to leak. Ultimately, after a few strokes, he reveals your cute little clit to the cold air.

“Haa—” He coos at your gasp, patting your bubbly cheeks to sooth you. “Oh—mmph~ Angel, you're so pretty down here. Better than I imagined.” He dips his head to kiss your clit in a slow open mouth kiss. Making out with your bud instead of your mouth. Your moan fills the room—sweet and intoxicating—making his hips jerk, grinding against the empty air in search for friction.

“H-Hwa—Mmm~ Ah~” Your hand cover your mouth to muffle the sound. It’s not that you are embarrass by it but it just add to the sweetness you know? Like adding honey to your tea. His gaze move to your entrance next, watching it clenches desperately around nothing. The sight making him whine like a needy dog looking for its owner validation.

“Please angel—haa—” Lick!His voice crack as he begs, nose brushing on your folds. “I’ll be good, just let me—” Another lick but messier and desperate this time. “Please, please, I need it—” Slurp! “I’ll make you feel so good, I swear—just let me taste you.” His mouth close around your clit and sucks it like a starving man, trying to coax you in.

“Nghhh—Hwa—” you cry out when his tongue circling your clit.

“Please” his voice rags, muffled against you

“T-Too much—” you stutter, jerking your hips away from him but it was all in vain when he holds you down on the mattress.

“I’ll do anything—” he groans, spreading your legs wider, revealing more of your intimate parts to him.

He holds you still, forcing your back to arch—presenting yourself to him as he buries his face into your waiting cunt. His tongue laps on your entrance with a few slow strokes like a thirsty cat before finally forcing his tongue inside—fucking your pussy with rough and eager thrusts, tasting every inch of your walls as he wiggles his tongue deep inside you.

“Ah—Fuck—Hwa—s-stop—” you plea, but your voice cracks, betraying you. “T-that’s dirty—” you whimper, thighs trembling as shame burns on your face yet, your hips rock helplessly into his mouth, craving the filth you swore you didn’t want.

You whimper at the loss of his tongue only for his mouth to latch back on your clit, sucking it harshly. “Mmm—Hwa—want—” your words scatter as you are at the war with your mind, torn between want to be true with yourself or holding back your own desire. Despite his roughness, you can’t help but love every seconds of it. “Please—” you choke. “Please, Hwa—fuck me ! Use me—Use my pussy!” You scream into the bed, letting out your frustration, finally voicing out your desire.

You feel his mouth still against you, and the way his breath seems to hitch at your words. “P-please…” your voice drops to a sob, heat flooding your cheeks. “Play with my pussy. Suck, lick, spit—anything—just don’t stop.” A few seconds of silence passed when you feel his hands on your plump bottom, squishing them. “Hwa? Do you hate me now—” you words cut off as his tongue stroking your messy cunt firmly, making you roll your eyes from the strong friction.

“Mmm~ Hwa, want you to play with my pussy, please.” You beg beautifully. The shame that was weighing on you moments ago melts away and replaced with a raw need for your pussy to be worshipped. You spread yourself open, baring your holes to him. His eyes stare at a bead of your slick that drips to the floor. “A-Angel…” His voice breathless. “You’re—god, you’re so perfect.”

He shoves his fingers inside you almost clumsily, desperate to feel everything of you, making you arch on the bed deeper. “Only me—only me, right? Please, angel, tell me no one else gets to see you like this—” His mouth latches back onto your clit, sucking it greedily, whimpering at the sound of your mewl. “That’s it—yes, yes, sing for me—ah, fuck—” He moans against you like he’s the one being ruined.

You jerk your hips, grinding your pussy against his face as his head buried between your thighs from behind. “Mmm—Hwa—ah—so good—yes, more—” your moans spill out as he sits back on his heels, tongue straining desperately to reach every part of you. He’d die happily if this were his last moment. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he drags you closer, greedily lapping at your slick. His tongue swirls over your clit, relentless and messy. “Y-Yes, angel—hah—your pussy’s clenching—” Slurp! “It’s happy to see me, right? Right, angel? Please—tell me it’s for me—”

“Y-Yes Hwa—mmph!—f-fuck you’re so good at this. I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, I can’t—” Hearing those words slip out from your mouth, he doubles his effort. “You gonna come? Really? Fuck—yes, yes, yes—please, angel, come for me—please, let me have it—please—”

It doesn’t take you long for your pussy to start spasming and pushing out tons of your slick into his eager mouth—all sticky and thick but that’s only making him roll his eyes in ecstasy. Your legs kicking on the floor helplessly as your body trembles hard from the high. The male grunt at the taste of your nectar—finally getting what he had long for. “T-Taste—so—good—” He pants between gulps. “Like honey—mmmp—T-Thank you—Thank you, angel”

You turn onto your back, head peeking between your spread thighs as you watch him continue to nudge your legs apart and licking your cunt clean from any trace of your slick. Can’t let any drop go to waste! He’s good—too good, like a dog—What? Your hand reach down to pat his head while his big doe eyes looking up at you like he's waiting for praise. “Good boy.” He mewl sweetly at it before dipping back into your cunt. That night, you fall asleep with his head between your legs, using your soft, cushiony, pussy as a pillow.

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okay but imagine nerd!gojo’s slightly calloused fingers from writing equations and homework all day and how he uses them on you.

they’re so long, pretty, veins popping when he’s gripping a pen for eight hours straight taking notes in his tiny handwriting. the fingertips are just a little calloused from all that pencil scratching and highlighter flicking, rough enough to catch but smooth enough to hold during the rare walks you guys take and etc

he loves fingering you slow and deep so those calloused pads drag right against your walls, every curl hitting that spot like he already calculated the exact angle. two fingers first, scissoring you open while his thumb (still stained with blue ink half the time from disassembling empty pens half the time because he used them up) circles your clit with that same precision he uses on physics problems. “c’mon, you’re clenching like you wanna solve me back,” he’ll mutter, glasses fogged, that lazy cocky grin never leaving his face even when you’re dripping down his wrist.

he’ll edge you for ages, pulling out right when you’re about to cum just to watch you whine, then sliding three fingers back in knuckle-deep so the rough little callouses scrape perfectly and make your toes curl and your eyes roll.

sometimes he keeps his other hand on your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly like he’s still thinking about his homework, but the way he’s finger-fucking you says he’s 100% focused on ruining you.

when you finally cum he doesn’t stop just keeps pumping those long calloused fingers through it, murmuring “good girl, give me another one, i know you can take it” while his free hand pushes his glasses up like nothing’s happening.

afterwards he’ll wipe his fingers on your thigh, lick one just to taste you, and go right back to writing notes for you and him like he didn’t just have you sobbing on his hand.

“shy prude” boys are always the most freaked out ones

𖤐 Gender: Headcanon

𖤐 Warnings: Beijinhos, Sunghoon nerdola, fem!reader.

— Amor, vamos sair mais tarde? — perguntou para Sunghoon, que assistia uma videoaula no computador sobre sociologia, todo concentrado, de óculos e com a postura ligeiramente inclinada, os dedos brincando com a caneta que usava para anotar os pontos mais importantes.

— Vamos sim, princesa, mas deixa eu terminar a aula? Aí eu serei todinho seu. — disse, pausando a aula por um segundo, ajeitando os óculos com o dedo indicador de forma tão natural que chegava a ser bonito. O reflexo da tela iluminava o rosto dele, e os fios do cabelo caíam de leve sobre a testa, o deixando com uma carinha de coitado irresistível.

Você assentiu rapidamente, com um sorriso que quase escapou pela empolgação:

— Tudo bem!

Se virou com cuidado, tentando não fazer barulho ao abrir as portas do seu guarda-roupa. Vasculhou as roupas com calma, torcendo para que o som dos cabides não atrapalhasse a concentração dele. Enquanto escolhia alguma coisa bonitinha, mas confortável para vestir mais tarde, sentia o olhar dele sobre você de vez em quando, mesmo que ele tentasse disfarçar.

— Você tá mesmo prestando atenção nessa aula ou me encarando? — perguntou em tom brincalhão, sem se virar, apenas sentindo aquele sorriso surgir por trás de você.

— Eu sou multitarefa — respondeu ele, com a voz carregada de charme. — Mas é difícil prestar atenção na desigualdade social quando você tá aí do meu lado, andando de shortinho e me distraindo.

Você riu baixinho e pegou uma peça de roupa qualquer, jogando em cima da cama. Voltou até onde ele estava, se apoiando no encosto da cadeira.

— Tá quase terminando?

Ele pausou o vídeo novamente, olhou pra você com os olhos grandes por trás das lentes, aquela carinha de pidão que ele sempre usava quando queria te convencer de algo — ou simplesmente quando você se aproximava demais.

— Falta uns quinze minutinhos… mas, se você ficar aqui, talvez eu nunca termine — murmurou, puxando sua cintura delicadamente até você se sentar em seu colo. Seus braços rodearam o pescoço dele e seu rosto se aproximou devagar, até seus narizes quase se tocarem.

— E se eu quiser te atrapalhar? — você sussurrou, com um sorriso de canto.

— Aí eu deixo — ele respondeu, antes de colar os lábios nos seus com a calma de quem sabe exatamente o que está fazendo. O beijo começou doce, explorando cada pedacinho seu com os lábios, e você sentiu ele sorrir no meio do beijo quando percebeu que você se derretia por ele mesmo quando ele se fingia de burro.

As mãos dele estavam firmes na sua cintura, subindo lentamente pelas suas costas. Uma das mãos foi parar atrás da sua nuca, intensificando o beijo. Você sentia o calor crescer entre vocês, mesmo com a tela do computador piscando no fundo, lembrando que a aula ainda estava ali, pausada.

— Isso aqui não tava no conteúdo da aula, né? — você brincou, ofegante, colando a testa na dele.

— Tá sim — ele respondeu, sorrindo com os olhos fechados. — É sobre relações humanas.

Você riu e deu outro selinho demorado nele, aproveitando o momento. Mesmo sendo todo certinho e nerdola, Sunghoon sempre dava um jeito de fazer você se apaixonar de novo — principalmente quando usava aquele olhar de coitado e fingia que não sabia o que fazia com você.

— Quando terminar a aula, te deixo me beijar mais. Prometo.

— Hmm… anota isso no caderno aí, nerdinho. — você sussurrou, se levantando devagar.

Ele abriu um sorriso largo, todo bobo, enquanto voltava a dar play na videoaula, mas dessa vez com o coração acelerado e os lábios ainda ardendo do beijo.