Smut OneShots

Study break

Female POV

I look across the table and right into your dark eyes. Finals are coming around and pretty much the only time we spend together recently is during study sessions. And that means exchanging nothing more than a few silent looks and even fewer words when we're taking short breaks for you to smoke and for me to get some fresh air while passively smoking. Well at least we found two free seats across from each other. Lucky us.

The library is crowded. I'm not exaggerating. It's filled to the brim and what bothers me is that it's mostly students from 10th class, studying for tests no one will care about in a year. What's next? 5th graders studying vocabs and taking the remaining seats in here as well?

But I must say nonetheless I'm looking forward to every single study session we share. Because of you. Sitting next to or across from you and being able to spend time being close to you motivates me in every way. And if I may say, I think the same goes for you.

Gosh I love when you run your fingers through my hair during our short breaks. I don't mind that they lightly smell like cigarettes. I don't mind arguing with you about stupid things from uni or getting annoyed at you for not listening when I explain a topic to you in order to memorize it.
I don't mind because it's you.
You are not only handsome as a man can be but also able to explain things to me no one else can bring me to understand. You're mostly calm. And when you're not, that's fine because I ain't either. It might sound toxic but even arguing with you is fun. It usually ends up in me crying of laughter and you shaking your head with a smile on your face.

Sometimes you are a little bit too much like me. But again I don't mind. You know what I want, what I need. What my body longs for and what my mind craves. And to be honest I haven't gotten what I long for in quite a while. Because we're always busy or tired or studying.

I lean my head into the palm of my left hand while flicking my apple pen around the fingers of my right hand and trace your silhouette. The white linen shirt suits your skin tone discourteously good and as my eyes wander over your pretty face you notice me starring once again and look up.
You crack a grin and also start to take me in for a moment. I'm wearing a white cropped top under a light green blouse, matched with my favorite white skirt. I just love it, it's so flowy and light; perfect for the outrageous heat this summer. You blow me a kiss and I blush lightly.

If I could I'd get up right now and just make out with you in the middle of the library. By the thought of pressing my lips against yours and intwining our wet tongues I catch myself staring at your lips. You notice it too and look at me with a mix of surprise and amusement. I lightly shake my head to lose the thought and look back down to my iPad, to scroll through my notes on educational history or whatever.

After a few short moments my phone lights up and I see your WhatsApp profile picture looking at me. I pick up my phone, unlock it and read your message.
»You look beautiful«
I immediately feel heat shooting into my face and I keep my head down to not let you see me blushing over such little things.

That's another thing I like about you. I still get nervous around you, even after such a long time.
Another message from you pops up.
»I wish I could be closer to you right now«
Before I can stop myself, I look at you and see you smiling and gazing over my lightly blushed face, my wavy brown hair and the necklace I'm wearing resting in my cleavage. It's long, golden an held down by a little pendant right between my tits. You imagine leaving love marks on my soft, tanned skin as your phone lights up.
»I want to feel you. I haven't in a while«.
As you look back at me, you see me biting my lower lip a little tensely and waiting for your reaction.

You imagine it being you biting my lip instead of myself. Softly but enough to make me gasp into a kiss. We just both sit here, looking at each other and letting our imagination flow. I shrug after a moment and tell myself to get a grip. You see me starting to type again.
»break?«
You smile, nod and we both get up immediately.