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amnesiaforkai · 5 months ago

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Late night study session Kim Jongin/Kai Exo reader

Summary: A late-night study session with Jongin takes a surprising turn as his fingers start to wander, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Word count: 1,040

Warnings/Tags: Cute, fluffy, suggestive

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The quiet of your room is broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft scratching of Jongin’s pencil against his notebook. The clock reads a little past midnight, and you’re struggling to keep focused on the math problem in front of you, feeling the warmth radiate from Jongin, who’s seated close—too close next to you.

His knee presses against yours, a casual touch that he probably doesn’t think twice about, but every time you shift even a little, it sends a spark through you. His shoulder brushes against yours each time he leans in a bit more, his concentration solely on the formulas he’s scribbling down. You steal a glance at his profile, admiring at the way the dim light casts shadows over his cheekbones, accentuating the sharp line of his jaw. His brows are furrowed in thought, and his lips press together as he bites down, clearly focused on the problem at hand.

His hands, those skilled and slender hands move with such precision, and it’s oddly captivating to watch him write. You try to drag your gaze away, but every line, every mark he makes, seems to add to this quiet tension hanging in the air. Heat rises in your cheeks as you pull yourself back to your own notebook, trying to breathe steadily.

But then, suddenly, you feel it—his hand, warm and subtle, resting against the side of your thigh. It’s such a gentle touch that you wonder if he even realizes what he’s doing. Your heart picks up speed, hammering so loud you’re certain he can hear it.

Your mind races, the math equations now completely forgotten as his fingers stay there, just barely pressing against you, grounding you in a way that feels stimulating. You dare to look up, and before you can stop yourself, you find your eyes drawn to him again.

Before you know it, you’re caught, mid-stare as the corner of Jongin’s lips curve into the faintest hint of a smirk. The dimple that appears is unmistakable, a small but devastatingly sexy reminder that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You squint, trying to decipher that look in his eyes, but instead, you fall deeper into the storm in his eyes. The longer you stare, the harder it is to ignore the way his smirk seems to grow, his posture shifting to something more relaxed, almost…cocky. He leans slightly to the side, his elbow propped on the edge of the table, fingers curling against his cheek as he tilts his head, letting you take in the entire view of him, almost as if he’s daring you to make a move.

And then you realize, he’s been watching you, too.

You feel your breath catch as his brown eyes lock onto yours, studying you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something teasing, something unsaid, lingering in that gaze. He arches a brow, the silent question evident.

Are you going to say anything?

You try to hold his gaze, but the weight of it, makes it impossible to think straight. His fingers, still casually resting on your thigh, don’t move, if anything, his hand feels more solid now, steadying you in this moment that feels charged beyond reason.

“Is there something on my face?” he murmurs, voice low and filled with a teasing edge, his smirk deepening as he catches the way you swallow hard.

You open your mouth to respond, but words fail you. There’s nothing you can say that won’t give away just how much his closeness is affecting you. Instead, you manage a small, shaky smile, trying to ignore the way your pulse races.

But then, his hand shifts ever so slightly, fingers brushing up in a way that leaves no room for doubt, and your breath hitches.

“Come on,” he says softly, leaning in a little more, voice barely a whisper now. “If you keep staring like that, I might just stop studying and do something else…”

He pauses for a brief moment, his gaze locking onto yours, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Then, his lips part just enough to form the words, barely audible but full of meaning.

To you.

The way he mouths the words, the way his lips pout just slightly as he says it, sends a jolt straight through you. Your eyes can’t tear away from them, watching the way his lips move so close to yours, too close to be considered normal for friends. The air between you thickens, and all you can focus on is the heat of his gaze and the lingering sound of that single word, echoing in your mind.

The space between you and him feels incredibly small now, you swallow, trying to find your voice, but it’s trapped somewhere in the haze of your thoughts.

For a moment, you consider saying nothing, letting the silence stretch between you, letting him hold the upper hand. But something in you refuses to stay silent. Something inside you wants to test the waters, to see if this tension is real or just your imagination running wild.

You take a steadying breath, trying to steady your racing heartbeat, and tilt your head slightly, meeting his gaze once more. “And what exactly would that be?” Your voice comes out softer than you intended, but it’s enough to make his eyes flash with something dangerous, something predatory.

His lips twitch, a smile tugging at the corners as he leans even closer, his breath warm against your skin. His hand still rests on your thigh, the pressure light but still there, almost as if he’s waiting for you to make the next move.

“You’ll find out if you stop staring and start doing something,” he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement, but there’s an underlying challenge to his words, daring you to do something.

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nekomanager · 2 years ago

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.—001 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ {𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈}

one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it's you

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, rivals to lovers, library sex, pussy eating, bantering (a repost from more than a year ago)

University wasn’t easy especially when you also have library duties part-time and that one day with a classmate from Literature class made it even complicated.

Tsukishima Kei, a wallflower during lectures, handed you a book for return. You scanned the barcode. “Overdue, I didn’t see that from you.” He’s responsible, uptight and by-the-book. It seemed impossible.

Though you meant nothing, he didn’t feel quite right with your comment. “So what? Are you the librarian now?” He sharply replied, scanning the payment QR Code with his phone.

That just rubbed you the wrong way either. “Yes, I am.”

A smirk appeared on his face. “As far as I’m concerned,” he leaned forward over the desk and whispered mockingly, “You’re just a student assistant here.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath of patience. With a stiff smile, you professionally reverted back, “Your business is already finish now, Tsukishima-san. You may now go. If you wish to stay, I advise that you remain quiet before I ask you to leave the hall.”

Tsukishima just shot daggers at you, pinning you with his eyes before he turned around and went his own way.

Ha! The slight victory made you grin and gave you the confidence to add another greeting his way, “See you in class, Tsukishima-san.”

See you in class, indeed. After that encounter in the library, it was as if he suddenly became active in recitation. Tsukishima constantly opposed your views every time you shared them in class. It had been weeks, no, months since it was the case. You even heard your classmate picking their sides, placing their bets on who between you and Tsukishima would win the day’s lecture.

And everytime he’d visit the library, he’d return and borrow tons of books at the same time as if he was pissing you off. You were sure as hell that he was doing it on purpose and that he’s timing it perfectly to when you were the one in the desk duty.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you were thinking of how much he annoyed the shit out of you, you saw him reading a book in one of the long tables. Guess what? He grabbed a mountain pile of books. You wouldn’t be shocked if he would place that in the returning cart any moment now since you’re the one in the clearing duty.

You leered, intentionally choosing the aisle near his table and giving him a dirty side eye as you passed by him. You knew he picked that up and just as you predicted, he placed the piles of book in the cart right when you were about to push it off. There were only 2 books in there but when Tsukishima dumped his stuff, there were like about 8 now. Looking at the call numbers, the books were even shelved in the farthest back of the hall.

Asshole! You grimaced at him and he grinned evilly at you. Begrudgingly, you headed to the very last shelf where Tsukishima got his books. You placed some of them back in until you realized that most of what he picked were too high for you to reach.

“You need help?” Tsukishima said with a smug expression as he returned a book in his hand at the top shelf only he could reach.

“What are you doing here?” You snapped.

“Returning a book. I forgot to place it in the cart.” You scoffed and he added, “You would find it hard to shelf it anyway.” His lips etched in a mocking smile as he eyed the remaining books in your cart.

Scoffing, you kicked a ladder in front you. “I was just starting.” You picked up some of the books, stepped into the third level of the ladder and shelved them. Halfway though, you felt his eyes on you. Your gaze traveled to where he was looking and you noticed that your skirt rode up, revealing your garter belt.

“Pervert,” you reprimanded him and went down the ladder.

He immediately snapped away. “Who wears that in school?” Okay, he must admit it’s not the best comeback ever.

What? It’s not like you were wearing anything scandalous. It was just a simple pencil skirt and it’s unintentional that it rode up your thighs. “That doesn’t mean you should look, asshole.”

He huffed and rebutted, “As if there’s something to look at.”“Then why are you looking?” You said, walking past him and pushing a book back in the shelf harder than you intended.

You were surprised when you were grabbed by your elbow, pulling you away from the books that fell from above you.

“Careful,” he warned. Your gazes held each other. His eyes were now filled with concern. Genuine concern. You gulped as you heard your heart beat in your chest. You would be lying if you’d say his rebuttals in class made him less sexy. In fact, it made his snarky ass more attractive.

He scanned you from head to toe. Your clothes bothered him a lot, pulling off that sexy librarian look that never failed to give him fantasies every night.

“You only wear that kind of attire every Thursday.” He chided in as if catching you. In return, you stepped backward, feeling cornered by his height and inquisition.

“Why are you here only every Thursday?” You dared as he stepped forward closing you in. Your back hit the shelf as he towered over you. His eyes studied your pretty lashes and hopeful, needy, eyes. Yours probed his orbs, now showing vulnerability near your presence, losing control over his urges.

You wanted to push him away, but you also wanted him to pull you close. With how petty you acted around each other, he might just laugh at you in complete rejection. You poor little midget was actually attracted to him all this time. You’re hopeless and horny for him, it’s pathetic.

He was equally pathetic too. He couldn’t resist his bulging cock as he saw your lacy bra underneath that long-sleeved dress shirt you wore. And that sassy mouth of yours…the things he wanted to do whenever you open them to spit another off-handed comment his way. Fuck! Just fuck!

You were both breathing heavily and you noticed the way your chest rose and fell against him. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling heat in between. It was unbearable. You needed more. You couldn’t take it anymore and so was he when he smashed his lips against yours. Your mouth opened willingly and his tongue didn’t hesitate to explore. Your hand flew to his head, lacing your fingers around his strands. His hands roamed all over your body not getting enough of you.

He bit your lower-lip, smirking against it as he had been desiring to do that ever since you got into his head. You moaned and it gave him confidence to tease you, running a hand under your skirt and lightly tracing the edge of your stockings. He caressed your thigh and you leaned your head back as his fingers began reaching your pussy.

Tsukishima groaned. “You're so inappropriate.”

You moaned in a begging tone.

He smiled, disbelieving that the smartass Y/N whom he thought hated his guts with all her life was now begging him for more and that prompted all forms of logical reasoning to leave his brain.

He picked up a book from the clearing cart and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing the hard corner against where he thought your clit was to give you pleasure. “Oh, god…” You breathed out. It felt too good. You couldn’t help but hold his wrist with both of your hands, guiding him to the right pressure and tempo as you rocked your hips, using the book for stimulation.

“I never thought you love books this much.” He teased.

You scoffed. “What can I do? Mhmn~“ You panted. “This is all you got.”

A different surge of pride came over him after that sassy remark, which made him drop the book and had him on his knees. He pulled your skirt up and your panties down, inhaling deeply as he came face to face with your sopping wet cunt. His thumb massaged your slit before hooking your leg over his shoulder and digging in to eat you out.

Come to think of it, the signages said, Strictly No Eating, but it’s too late now. He was already overcome with lust and the taste of your delicious pussy so soft against his lips and tongue. He circled against your clit while sipping your arousal. You bit the back of your hand trying to cover your noises. Tsukki pictured the big Remain Quiet library sign in his head. Yes, he’s gonna have you break all the fucking library rules. He’d make sure you’d be making all sorts of noises in a while.

“Please…please..” You heaved, leaning your head back on the shelf as you grabbed a fistful of his strands and rode his face. His glasses now misty with the heat of your pussy and his breathing. His tongue started lapping rapidly.

You were losing your mind already and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Tsukki knew that, but he wasn’t done with you yet not until he's inches deep inside you and his dick was the only thing in your mind. The perfect payback for all the sleepless nights you gave him with nothing but desires on how your pussy would fucking feel, clenching him tight.

He pulled back and you whined a complain. You should’ve known he’d do this right when you were aching and desperate for him.

Cupping your cheek, he drew your lips in for a kiss. You melt like you were pleading more of him in your arms. Feeling his erection rubbing against your stomach, you broke the kiss and looked down at his pants. Involuntarily, you licked your lips at the sight of his hard-on. “Looks like you need a hand.”

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