REQ. i love your writing so so much 🫠 you haven’t done anything for study group yet but when you get the chance could you please write something with gamin being so busy studying that he’s been ignoring his gf and she pulls him away to give him a bj? college au, smut, all that good stuff… thanks!!

• (STUDY GROUP MLST) . yoon gamin x fem!reader · college au, smut, library head, oral (male receiving), this is probably too much.. 18+ mdni

you enter the library not even twenty minutes after your last text message with gamin.

gamin sits at one of the tables, black-rimmed glasses sliding just slightly down his nose. his brows are furrowed, lips pressed together in concentration as he stares into a thick, worn textbook.

“hi, gam,” you say.

he looks up and offers you a smile. a silent ‘hi’ forms on his lips as you walked around the table towards him and put down your stuff next to his.

he lifts his head up at you and you leaned down to peck his lips quickly. you pull your chair back rather silently but didn’t take your seat yet. there’s a half-empty mug of coffee on the table and at least four open notebooks scattered around him, filled with his messy handwriting.

“gamin,” you call softly, stepping closer, “how long have you been like this?”

he doesn’t look up right away. instead just mumbles something like “not long” as he flips the page and scribbles something down. his voice is a little hoarse, like he hasn’t spoken in hours.

you sigh, leaning back down to him, practically draping over his shoulders. “that answer usually means way too long.”

he just hums in acknowledgment, but when you kiss his neck and run your hands down his chest, he finally pauses. you feel the shift in his body. the way he exhales slowly and lets his pen fall onto the table.

“you need a break,” you whisper, lips brushing the side of his jaw. “just a little one. come on.”

“but i’m behind,” he murmurs, though his head turns slightly, chasing your touch.

you gave his neck a few more kisses and he tries to hold in a gasp as he felt your teeth give his skin a slight bite. “i think you've studied enough, babe. you’ll catch up. ten minutes. please?”

he sighs again, but this time it’s more of a surrender. he closes the book, pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose, and turns to face you properly. his eyes are tired but so, so warm.

“okay. ten minutes,” he gave in before you took his hand and lead him to the back of the library, behind one of the bookshelves.

gently but firmly, you pushed gamin against the shelf. your fingers played with everything. with the lobe of his ears, with the slow bobbing of his adam’s apple, with the buttons on his shirt, the waistband of his pants… god, he was about to go insane as he watches what you’re doing with full attention.

“are- are you sure about this?”

you slipped your hand under his shirt, a small giggle escaping your lips. he squirmed under your touch, eyes peeking through the bookshelves of the library.

“what if we get caught?”

gamin whined softly as you planted a wet kiss on his cheek, his knees buckling gently.

“then you’re just gonna have to be quiet, right gam?”

clearly it seemed like gamin couldn't follow simple instructions, whining at every touch.

"gamin, you’re gonna have to lower your voice."

"s-sorry."

you smiled into his neck, tongue poking out to trace his tense muscles, his fingers tensing against your hips.

your hand slipped down his pants, reaching in to hold onto his hot length. he let out a gasp, reaching for your hand to stop you.

“y/n-”

you giggled as he bit his lip, hiding the whine that threatened to slip out as you got on your knees in front of him, hands pulling down his pants just enough to release his length.

he pushed up his glasses as he looked down at you, letting out a huff as you grabbed his length, the sight of your hand wrapped around him making his stomach clench. gamin knew he wouldn’t last long, he hid his face behind his arm, watching you give kitten licks to his leaking tip.

“y/n, please.”

his muffed voice was whiny, a smirk growing on your face as you planted a kiss to his tip.

“please what, gam? what do you want?”

he sighed as you removed your hands from him, curling your fingers around his pant legs as you waited for his next move. he moved his arm away from his face revealing his flushed cheeks, lips swollen from biting them.

you watched the definition of his veins as he rolled up his sleeves, hand coming forward to cup your face. he ran his thumb against your lips.

“you.”

you were quick to comply, core growing impossibly wetter as you take him gently, guiding the head into your even-warmer mouth and easily beginning to bob up and down.

gamin’s gasping, fingers clinging against the shelves and watching intently through foggy lenses at your every move. letting your mouth work him over as your tongue slides along the underside, you reach out, gripping his hands to come to the top of your head, a silent permission to let him take control.

he’s fighting through his whines, tired groans and gasps slipping through his lips as he curls his fingers into your hair and slowly begins to guide your head further down.

he’s not going rough or desperately, but so lovingly and thankful. gamin can’t believe how you could be so effortlessly perfect for him, but here you are. it’s all he can do not to spill over already.

you relax into his touch, jaw hanging as loose as you can get it to accommodate the length gliding itself deeper into the warmth and wetness of your mouth. his fingers tense against your head, a silent plea as you flutter your eyes up to him, nodding your permission.

you clenched your eyes tightly as you felt his warm release spurt into your mouth. a whiny moan leaving gamin’s mouth as he hunched over, several books falling loudly from the shelves.

he quickly pulled up his pants before dropping down to his knees, now eye level with you as he leaned in to kiss you deeply, warm hands cupping your face. he ignored the taste of himself on your mouth, planting light pecks all over your face.

you giggled as he continued to kiss your face, his pants hanging loosely around his waist as he kneeled in front of you.

“gamin…”

he backed away from you, his glasses on the tip of his nose, revealing his soft eyes.

“do you want a turn?”

you shook your head, hands coming to fix his glasses.

“if you’re done with studying then maybe we should find another place first.”

you lifted a shameless finger pointing past the bookshelves, he turned his head, eyes meeting the look of an annoyed student trying to study.

a nervous cough escapes from gamin’s lips.