𝔂ou decide to volunteer at your local library during winter break, unaware of the owners cute grandson. you're convinced he absolutely hates you, only to find out he's been thinking on which position to fuck you in first.
warnings / tags smut, brief angst, fluff, small town romance, he's a bit of an ass, rough sex, fingering, public sex, unprotected. reupload !art by uruyuuu on twt !
northern california is rainy around these months.
wanting to be different from the rest of the country, it doesn't offer the warmth of the sun, perfect enough to tan. it instead gives you foggy mornings that blur into rainy afternoons and demands you to be wrapped up in multiple blankets by the end of the day.
that's why you neatly placed your pink burberry scarf around your neck, patting it softly down over your chest with one hand while the other held the application form to volunteer at a library right down the street from your new home.
one you have been visiting for a while now, mostly when you needed to renew your business and law textbooks for school, ones you refused to pay over 500$ for. with one final look in the mirror, you grabbed your umbrella from it's place before heading out the door.
barely anyone helped out at the library because it was family owned. but it had people coming in and out at every hour of the day. so you weren't surprised when a group of people came out the door as soon as you approached it. matcha in hand and earbuds plugged into ears.
performative males.
their earbuds weren't even plugged in and that alone made your eye twitch.
after closing your umbrella, you stepped inside, making your way over to the counter where mrs. gojo usually was. and there the old lady stood, looking through her glasses, scanning books like always.
a smile made it's way on your face. she was the sweetest woman ever, always giving you little stories here and there every time you came in.
"y'know, my hair used to look exactly like yours at your age." she once told you. now, she had a short frizzy pixie, stripped away from her color and has now turned white.
"oh, hello sweetheart!" she happily greeted. mrs. gojo often forgot your name, so she settled with sweet names any granny would call you.
"hi miss." you greeted back, waiting for her to walk around the corner of her desk to give you a hug. "I'm guessing you're out of school, hm?"
"yup, just finished. I'm free, for now at least." she laughed at that. her age may have changed, but her laugh has remained the same.
"what brings you here? you should be out with your friends."
"yeah, well, don't have many of those." you chuckled, handing her your form. "saw on your website that you were needing volunteers, so here I am."
she looked down at the paper confused. "volunteers?.. ah right, right. my grandson," she sighed, shaking her head. "he insists I need more help with running this place but I am telling
him I'm okay. but he posted on our uh google thing that a.. he put up a volunteer sign up."
"he's even helping out as well this summer. I tell him me and him are enough to keep this place going."
you bit the inside of your cheek, a bit bummed out. "so, um, I'm guessing thats a no then?"
"oh! oh no no young missy. I would love for you to work here with us. but I ask you, why here and not hanging out with your friends?"
"I don't really hang out much." you reminded her. "plus, I like being here."
the sweet lady patted your arm, turning to look behind her. "very well then, I'll give this to my boy." you smiled down at her, appreciating the soft feeling of her gentle hand.
"satoru.. where are you honey" she grabbed her walking cane, about to start moving before another white head appeared from behind the shelves.
your eyes widened.
no way was this her grandson.
he's supposed to be eleven, or ten. her stories made it very clear he was anything but your age.
he was wearing a navy blue polo with brown slacks and on his nose bridge laid his black framed glasses that created a barrier for his pretty blue eyes. the same shade as his grandmothers.
your throat dried up. he was handsome, very handsome.
and nowhere near the age you had imagined him to be. her voice snapped you out of your trance. "hi sweet boy, this pretty young lady used the volunteer form. she'd like to work here.." she explained. he gave you a once over, looking you up and down before looking at your application. his eyes skimmed through, adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.
"alright, I'll look at it." his voice was even more attractive. it was low but calm and gentle all at the same time.
mrs. gojo gently smacked him. "she's working with us, application or not, it does not matter."
"sorry granma'am, I need to make sure that she's eligible to-."
"nonsense, I know her. very sweet girl!" she interrupted.
"I'll file it.." he muttered, slipping the application into the folder behind the desk. then he looked up at you, eyes meeting yours.
"welcome, I guess. I'm satoru."
you greeted him with a small smile, giving him your name as well. he let out a small grunt as he stood up straight, walking out to be at the front next to you, noticing how you backed away a bit.
"alright. I'll make you a name badge tomorrow. if you want to start today, you can go back to where the returns are." he nodded towards a bin with a couple of books that were waiting to be checked in and returned back to their place on the shelves.
you nodded, hands clasped together in front of you.
mrs. gojo grinned brightly at the two of you. satoru gave you a brief nod, lips turning into a thin line, before walking past you brushing his shoulder against yours. and you were able to catch the faint scent of cedar and rain making you feel light headed.
"he's shy. must be because you're pretty." she said softly, making your face warm up.
"I've got eyes, you know. he barely talks to anyone other than me or himself. not even to customers."
your eyes flickered over to where the white haired boy had disappeared into. "he'll warm up to you quickly." she gave you a little arm rub and began to hum as she made her way over to a family asking for a membership.
you sure hoped so.
but you hoped wrong.
oh, so wrong.
mrs. gojo's words echoed in your head every day you showed up, praying that satoru would do more than glance your way and shame you for putting the books in the wrong section.
"no, this doesn't go here. I've told you many, many times before the Eschatological literature is all the way in the back. Not with dystopian." he grabbed, or more like snatched, the book from your hands.
"Isn't that kind of the same thing?"
He looked down at you like you had suddenly grown three heads. "Are you stupid?"
Yeah.
He was an asshole.
And when he wasn't whisper yelling at you for a mistake, he was making you do the things he was supposed to.
Like being in charge of the front desk while he took an hour break to study for his Econ class.
"Uh, Satoru? I thought you were doing the check out today." You carefully approached him, not wanting to annoy him in any way.
Satoru's head turned to look to where you stood, adverting his eyes from his computers screen. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, taking in the cute but simple outfit you wore.
God, he just wanted to tear it all up.
He adjusted his glasses, standing up not before closing his device.
"Can't you do that?" He asked.
"Oh, well I'm in charge of putting the books back in place, so.."
"No. Absolutely not."
You frowned. sure you've messed up a couple of times in the past two weeks, but you thought you have gotten the hang of it.
"Just do the check outs and I'll take care of the rest."
His lanky body moved out of the room, giving you the opportunity to let out a frustrated sigh.
You heard his annoying voice once again. "Get to work."
You thought this was supposed to be a nice relaxing way to spend your vacations. A little get away from being pushed around by your parents and peers at school, only to end up in the same situation. But this time by a really good looking boy you just wanted to hit in the face.
"Have a great day.." You forced a happy tone out, handing the customer the book. You were so burnt out you didn't even process properly when said customer hit on you.
"Sorry?" you blinked a few times.
The man stood tall, green eyes on yours and a smile stretched on his face.
"I was saying that you're really beautiful.. and if you'd like to grab coffee some time?"
Never in your many years living in this shit town have you been complimented by such a handsome guy. His muscles were visible even through his brown leather jacket.
"Su-"
"We'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't flirt with our employees."
You've gotta be joking.
You turned to Satoru whose eyes were set on the man who was already backing away.
"My apologies." He politely said, smiling one last time at you before leaving the building.
Satoru watched him leave, internally patting himself on the back proud that he managed to scare him off. No way was he going to let you get any game while he was plotting on you.
Through his glasses, he finally looked at you, only to flinch a little when you looked like you were one second away from biting his head off.
"Seriously? Do you hate me that much? What the hell have I ever done to you other than confuse two fucking genres of books?!"
"Woah, watch your tone. There are kids here, if you haven't noticed."
"No, listen here Satoru. What is your damn deal?"
You were clearly fed up with whatever bullshit he has been pulling.
His eyebrows furrowed, not pleased with the vulgar tone of yours. "It's not appropriate to do that kind of stuff here."
"Since when? Not even a day ago were you getting hit on by a girl!" Yes he was the worst guy you have ever met, but he was very handsome. His face looked like it was built by God himself.
"Now it's a problem?" You scoffed, walking away from him.
There was no emotion visible on his face.
He quickly scanned the library, making sure no one was watching as he followed after you, gently slamming you onto the desk nearby.
Rows of shelves covered you from any eyes, but anyone could walk to where you both were any second.
"What are-" you were cut off when a large hand covered your mouth, the feeling of something hard pressing up against your ass made you freeze.
"You sure are something, huh?" Satoru sighed, giving you a little thrust. "Been wanting to do this since you first showed up. You know how many times my grandma spoke about you? Didn't know you were this pretty."
Your moan was muffled by him, already feeling yourself get wet, which he took notice on.
His free hand traveled down to squeeze your inner thighs, moaning lowly. He's never actually touched a woman like this before. Only learning the ways of sex because of the mature section that was on the second floor, hidden away.
He's read a few pages here and there discreetly when organizing them or when he had to kick teenagers out for treating it like the back of Spencers.
"Fuck.. is this okay?" His cock was about to explode but he really needed to know if you wanted this too. He's seen the way you stared at him when you thought he wasnt noticing. The way your eyes lingered on his arms, especially his hands.
You nodded, whining a 'yes' when he relaxed the hand that was gripping your lower face.
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed the crook of your neck, his lips moving against your warm skin as he whispered moaned in your ear, feeling you through your panties. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a hungry one, his tongue tracing the outline of your pulse point, biting down on it.
He watched your face closely, taking in all the little expressions you made after he moved your underwear to the side, teasing your bare cunt. His eyes darkened with lust, wanting to see you completely come undone by his touch.
You had no idea how no one had noticed yet.
The horrid sound of your wet pussy squelching at every movement his fingers did was loud enough to fill the area you were in.
A library was supposed to be quiet by nature, making it an appropriate place to let those who want to study, study in peace.
Not to have sex in the corner. Not at all.
“oh my fuck. your so messy.” His fingers curled hard inside you, thumb playing with your clit in circles to bring you to your orgasm quicker.
He was living for the small noises you made. How you tried your best to be quiet.
"Fuck—“
Satoru pulled back just enough to watch the way you trembled—fingers glistening with your arousal as his free hand yanked his pants down further. He began stroking his cock, continuing working on your cunt.
“Satoru..” you whimpered.
“Yes baby?”
The pet name made you clench harder around his digits.
“Fuck me..” your own words made you cringe. you sounded desperate. because you were.
Satoru lost it—his cock driving into you with brutal precision as he sucked his fingers clean fucking you in tandem until your thighs trembled around his dick.
"Say my name when you cum," he ordered against your neck before sucking hard, the vibrations of his groan making your hips jerk. His free hand pinned yours above your head: "Wanna hear who owns this tight little—fuck!"
He cut off mid-sentence when he felt you clamp down on him.
“where’s you learn how to talk dirty..” you managed to say with the way he was plummeting in and out of you. “and fuck.”
“i’ve got my ways of learning sweetheart.”
He chuckled darkly, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.
“gonna cum inside.” He warned.
You nodded, getting dizzy when he hit your g-spot repeatedly.
and that was enough to make you cum.
“Yes.. yes fuck oh my god.”
he released into you, watching as it immediately drip out of you.
“Thank you..”
you smiled weakly up at him. “for taking your virginity?”
“felt like i took yours.” he grinned, helping you put your panties back in place, patting your cunt one more time before tucking himself back in his pants.
“satoru sweetheart? where are you?” Mrs. Gojos voice could be heard.
“shit. forgot we were here.” his eyes widened, watching as his grandma walked in.
She paused in her steps.
“oh! looks like you’ve gotten along. see, told you he’d warm up to you.” she innocently smiled at you, unaware of the reason why you two were even this close to each other in the first place.
“cmon, you’ve gotta help me out with some books.” she turned around, pausing again.
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nerd!choso who was in your bedroom after skipping the last half of prom together, covered in red kiss marks all over. He was on the floor besides your bed, white shirt gone, eyes doe while staring up at you, your body sat on the edge, hair messed up and lipstick smeared, your dress slipping down your shoulders. One of your feet were planted right between his thighs, crushing down on his painfully hard tent, the other was on his thigh to keep his legs spread.
He let out a soft whimper, hands holding on to your ankle.
"Choso, you're so pathetic its cute."
"M sorry... it just feels... ah.. so good... can you do it harder?"
You let out a giggle, applying more pressure, slowly pushing your leg up and down, making sure the heel of your foot ground down on where you assumed the tip was, trough his pants.
Choso let out a pitiful whine, lurching forward to hug your calf, his hips jerky- he wanted to grind up at your damn foot so bad. But he didn't know if you'd let him.
"Chos, you like it, yeah? Maybe i should let you hump my leg."
"Hn... please... I'd love that."
You pulled your legs away, standing up in front of him. A pretty grin on your lips.
He looked up, getting a perfect view underneath your dress, his hands already trying to reach up to touch.
But you cooed down at his attempt of getting his hands on your panties, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up.
He stumbled, panting already but was up on his feet. You let him hold on to your hips, pelvis against pelvis.
You brought your hand down, tugging at his belt and getting it open, sliding the fabric of his pants down just enough to see his boxers.
Your eyes watched your hand, it sliding in his pants to palm at his straining bulge.
Choso, the poor guy, was trembling, clinging on to your dress as he spread his legs wider, watching your face with heart eyes.
"I can take it out, right, nerd?"
He nodded his head, it looked like an excited puppy flopping his ears around.
Your perfectly manicured nails pulled on the waistband, teasing it a few times before letting his obscenely large cock spill out.
You had to pause, looking at the dripping thing. It was such a pretty dick and the girth of it..god-
But the desperate moan of Choso snapped you out of you dick crazed trance.
"Please... please touch it... don't just stare.''
You snorted, roughly gripping it and starting to tug on it, smearing the heaps of precum from the head all over the needy thing.
"Oh? So we're begging now? Who said you can make demands?" You teased, leaning close enough so that your breath mixed with his heated one.
"S..sorry... i'm so sorry... sorry...forgive me... hic!"
You rolled your eyes and stepped closer, guiding his throbbing thing between your thighs, the dress shifting upwards to reveal your pink panties to him.
Choso felt like he had been given the greatest gift of all, his arms hugging your middle, pulling you in closer. Your own arms wrapped around his neck and your lips found his, smearing ever more lipstick around.
He started to nudge his hips forwards and back, happily fucking your thighs. The way his dick curved up and slid across the damp fabric of your panties made both of your heads spin with pleasure.
Your teeth bit at his bottom lip till it opened up, your tongue immediately dominating his mouth.
You moved in sync with him, thighs tightly pressed together around his fat cock, smearing its wetness into your skin.
His dick kept getting caught on the cotton fabric. Choso couldn't take it anymore and bent his knees a bittt and then his cockhead perfectly started to poke and prod at your clothed entrance.
This made your eyes go wide, a mewl leaving your throat and gladly being swallowed down his. His hands spread across your ass, grabbing and spreading both of the cheeks so he'd get more access. Your dress had hiked up to your waist by now.
Why was he trying to take over? Your eyes almost rolled again, pulling away from the kiss. His pathetic lips trying to follow you but you grabbed his face and held it away, forcing it to tilt down and watch what he was doing.
Choso's face was a shade of pink, pupils blown wide at the sight.
"You're so greedy. Fine, i allow you to rub it against me. But not inside, okay? "
"Mm..yes....yes"
You didn't have to tell him twice, a hand letting go of your ass to help slide your panties down just enough for him to perfectly start rubbing his heated dick into your slick folds.
The feeling of your warm...wet..slit..
"Fuu...fuck..fuck....sh..shit...." A slur of curses left him, watching your pussy lips spread as he kept thrusting.
You allowed yourself a few moans to give him some encouragement.
That did it- he hugged you tighter, burying his flushed face into your neck, hips stuttering while getting a few last pumps in before thick, hot seed splurted all over the insides of your thighs and drooly pussy.
Most of it dripped down into the panties right below, catching his release.
He was shaking, whimpering like some dog in heat while trying to rub out his orgasm.
You giggled, pulling back, lightly shoving him away so he could see the mess.
"Knees. Now''
Choso fell to the floor with a thud, not caring about the short pain in his knees, hands already cupping the backs of your thighs as his face buried down between them.
"I didn't tell you to start... oh..m..mm..fuck...!"
Your hands gripped into his dark locks, pulling his face closer. His impatient tongue was cleaning up his own damn cum, making sure he got every single drop. Even licked at the small pool in your panties.
He wasn't done with just that.
Your knees buckled when he tilted his chin up, nose rubbing right against your clit and his tongue found its way between your sopping fold. He was a virgin, but the way he ate you out felt like he knew what he was doing. It reminded you a bit of a puppy licking up his favourite meal.
"Have you been practicing?" You teased between lewd moans and heaves.
He nodded his head, being serious. His face trying to bury itself deeper, that damn tongue found your clenching and unclenching hole, pushing past the first ring of muscle. Lapping up everything that spilled out of it and trying to get even more.
Your voice went up a higher pitch when he pulled away and replaced his tongue with a finger, starting to pump the digit back and forth, his mouth working on your clit. He needed more of your sweet nectar.
His damn cock was hard again just from the taste.
You gasped when he nipped on the sensitive bud, quickly pulling his face away, his tongue still sticking out, cheeks and chin covered in your arousal, the finger still working its way around in your velvety walls.
"Pra..haahh.. practicing how, you got some fleshlight or something, you virgin?"
He nodded, eyes meeting yours with no shame. "I do.. ido i... i got it because i wanted to imagine you...i've always wanted to taste you.. "
What the flip was wrong with this nerd?
Your cheeks growing hotter. Out of the sudden shyness coming over you, you shoved his face back between your legs. He didn't mind one bit. Doubling his damn effort.
You came all over his hand and cute face, almost sitting on him by accident after such a strong ass orgasm washed over you.
You had pulled him back up and dragged him to your bed.
Your dress was ripped off, bra somewhere on the floor and panties long gone.
Choso wasn't any better, now fully naked underneath you.
You straddled him, slowly dragging your cunt across his cock once again, letting it get covered with both of your slick.
Choso couldn't decide where to look, watching your pretty tits move or the way your hips rolled... or that amazing sight of his cock being sandwiched between your folds.
He kept his hands in the sheets, not touching you as you forbade it. But it was getting harder and harder.
"Choso... should i let you fuck me? Have you been good?"
"Please... i'm a good.. good..boy.. for you, all for you. Please- please let me..."
Ugh he was too cute, your hand moving down to help guide his leaking cock.
You sat down in one smooth slide, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, his dark, trimmed curls meeting your own maintained hair. They were holding their little pube hands.
He was writing, hips unable to stop themselves as he was already trying to fuck up into your cunt.
You hissed, glaring down at him. "You said you'd be good, Choso."
He bubbled out apologies but his cock didn't seem so apologetic.
He was so big...so sososo big.. it felt better than any hockey or football player had fucked you before. The pleasure of him stretching your walls and the way the tip kissed against your cervix and then tried to smooch up on all those nerve bundles inside... you were moaning like a porn actress, but none of it was fake.
You let him roll you over, switching from riding him to him having your legs thrown over his shoulders and him folded over you, his hands holding your face while desperately kissing you, slamming his heavy balls righttt against your puffy folds and ass.
Choso's stupidly perfect cock was making you feel dumber and dumber, forgetting that you were supposed to be in charge. You tried to slur something out but he swallowed it right up.
What the-
He didn't stop but he sat up straight, suddenly pushing your knees down and having you be wide open now.
"Choso!"
"Sorry...i'm so sorry... i want to see... please..."
His eyes looked down, holding you in a mating press while fucking into you. The way his shaft kept filling you in and out made him groan. He wanted to watch your pretty cunt take him so well. He wanted to remember how you looked underneath him, how you looked so satiated, how you had been his first ever.
"Inside...hmn..hnn.. inn..inside... can i cum inside.... please? I've always wanted to."
You gave a meek nod, a pleased sound leaving your throat when he hit a place you'd never even known you had, toes curling.
He didn't stall, quickly slamming his already spilling cock as deep as he could, keeping it so deep it made you see white for a second. He was gasping, looking utterly wrecked while filling you up with as much as he could.
He was about to fall on top of you but knew you hadn't came yet, your gushy walls fluttering around his softening length. He kept fucking up into you, the cum sloshing around and spilling past his girth, letting go of one thigh to push a palm down right on your lower tummy.
"Fuck!"
Your hips tried to lift up, back arching up and away from the bedsheets as a second orgasm washed over you.
He helped you go pee and get cleaned up. Being careful with your sensitive skin.
Both of you silently laid together, limbs tangled. His head tucked on your breasts, large, still clumsy hands running up and down the expanses of your flesh.
You were staring up into the ceiling, your own arms holding him, nails scratching his back.
"So..u..uhm..." He started stammering out.
But you cut him off with a sigh. "Yes, we can date. Dumbass. "
"You'd really... give me a chance? You won't... just ignore me after this?" His nervous tone made you look down at his smushed face.
"I like you. Why did you think i invited your nerd ass prom..?"
His face got red, turning to hide deeper into one of your boobs.
"I like you so much..." He whispered.
"Did you really get a fleshlight because you wanted to practice fucking me?" You teased, grinning at his shy face.
You started dating this loser nerd. Well... now less of a loser, and more of a lover.
And if you, sitting in the middle of class, sometimes got a video or two of him fucking that pocket pussy in the boys bathroom and cumming all over it while moaning your name? You'd skip school all together to go and find him in that damn stall.
Yoon's notes: i hope its good </3 i feel like im pretty bad at writing smut
Art: incograph on tumblr
