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Babe:
nickname in english, commonly used to refer to a partner, child or even a pet in an affectionate way.
Sunghoon went unnoticed.
So unnoticed, in fact, that you could easily forget he existed even if he was right next to you. He was always in a corner with his mobile phone in his hand, silent; he didn't talk, he didn't participate in class, he wasn't in any clubs, he didn't try to fit in. He seemed to have no more than two friends who sometimes looked for him when they were in different sections, which made him look even lonelier.
His appearance didn't help him much either; he didn't look very athletic, no matter how tall he was, he tended to slouch, and God, the uniform didn't help. You could tell it was several sizes too big for him, which made him disappear among the fabric and a pair of glasses that were barely noticeable behind his medium-length black hair that managed to cover his face.
He wasn't exactly “attractive”.
Sunghoon was just another boy at his school.
Could you blame them for never “really” noticing him?
It wasn't that they despised him or didn't know he existed, of course.
He wasn't an idiot.
But Sunghoon couldn't be called “their type” with that profile.
Though he didn't rule him out.
Sunoo knows he has something, but after half a school year, he still can't figure out exactly what it is, but he has a feeling he'll give her a nice surprise.
He's always had a good eye for men and their performance in bed.
And he can prove it; after all, he was the one who convinced Jungwon to talk to Jay.
And on their third date, he'll have his “7 minutes in heaven”.
Or that Niki agreed to a threesome with some guys older than him.
Which ended up being the best experience of his life.
Sunoo has always had that special power, or so he likes to think.
And if Sunghoon catches his attention even with all his prospects, it's for a reason.
He was on his list even if he wasn't his priority.
Until now.
Apparently, he's going to be his partner in a biology project, thank you world. It's his perfect excuse to get closer, he had no reason to talk to or propose anything to Sunghoon that wouldn't make him look like a pervert. Sunghoon looked like that shy, introverted boy who, even if you compliment him, blushes and doesn't help matters with how little he interacts with others. Sunoo didn't want to scare him off, no matter how cute and flirtatious he is, he knows his limits with people like Sunghoon.
The plan is simple; get together for “the project” and flirt with Sunghoon. He doesn't seem like the difficult type. In fact, between those glasses and black hair, he can see a slight blush every time he gets close.
The world often seems to be on his side.
There's a reason he's in the boy's house, in his room, on top of Sunghoon, kissing him, and it's only the third time they've spoken. Sunoo knows he's charming and has always used it to his advantage. Sunghoon seems to be weak when it comes to attention. Every time their lips meet, it seems to stir something in the taller boy.
Sunghoon is sweet, a little clumsy and warm. He can feel the boy's breath shaking every time they separate and then kiss again. The position is too comfortable, comfortable enough to kiss and rub against his crotch. He is a little disappointed that Sunghoon doesn't know what to do with his hands and is slightly clumsy when kissing. But nothing that 15 minutes of good kissing and guiding his hands to his bum can't fix.
Sunoo relaxes when he feels the fingers pressing harder and harder on his bum as they kiss. Their teeth clash when Sunoo starts to move more. They must look like a disaster with bad timing, but that's okay, they're just starting out.
The small, pitiful sound the black-haired boy makes when he pulls away makes him happy.
Honestly, he thought he would seduce Sunghoon in a couple more encounters. When he entered his house, he didn't think the boy would look so good in a large sweatshirt and trousers more suited to his size. Besides, his hair seemed to be better styled, showing off his face. Damn, he was more handsome than he thought.
He went with the idea of driving Sunghoon crazy, not driving herself crazy.
–Take off your trousers, Sunghoonie, I'm going to show you something.
He could feel his erection against him perfectly, so he wasn't going to make him wait much longer. He sees the doubt in the black-haired boy's eyes, looking at him like an inexperienced deer. He's debating what to do or not to do, virgin or not, he doesn't think Sunghoon doesn't know why he's asking him to undress.
But that only convinces him more.
–Come on, Honnie, don't keep me waiting.
It's a good excuse to put his theories about his power into practice.
Yeah, just that.
Like that - Doja Cat ft. Gucci Mane
-unas vocecitas y pequitas como estrellas en el cielo.-