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𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 | ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔬

✧･ﾟ𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 — library sex with college!choso

✧･ﾟ𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — library because i have a weird fetish ⋆ plot HEAVY ⋆ msub Choso ⋆ chiches are involved ⋆ feral choso ⋆ reader is called mommy ⋆ choso gets called a good boy ⋆ they be fuckin’ ⋆ reader are thick ⋆ msub but slight manhandling ⋆ cum a lot of it

✧･ﾟ𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 — this for my 160 followers thank you :’( ⋆ apologies for not posting consistently ⋆ wanted to try writing like for awhile tell me what you think pls

✧･ﾟ𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 2.3 K (porn with plot)

Quiet stares. Long silent lingering stares. That’s how this started. With him on his knees and you pulling him closer to your cunt by his tie.

You met him in the library, first semester. You were taking a book off the rack and you caught a glimpse of him on the other side. Dark hair semi-messily tied, slight bags or eye-shadow under his hooded eyes and a black scar across his nose. As he walked by he saw you in his peripheral. A simple glance. He caught a glimpse of you too. He’s hot. You noted nonchalantly and continued to flip through an old book.

The next day, he was at the library again. You took a seat a table away for him, making a minimal attempt to see what he’s working on, to no avail. He looked up for a moment as you sat down then placed his eyes back on his computer. Later regularly glancing up as you worked or got up to get a book or pick up something that fell off your table, averting his gaze when he unintentionally caught sight of your arse. You two sat for hours, silently doing you work before the librarian had to ask you two to leave because it had gotten late. As you both walked out, you went about your merry way. You to your dorm and him to his apartment near campus.

You returned to the library, as you found it was the best place to study in peace. A working air-con, silence, working wifi, information a walk away and a stranger that does not bother you. Your stranger seemed to agree because he was here again. Although he came later than the last few times. Settling your things down you went back scouring for books. When you returned to your table, he was there. You exchanged a slight nod and did your work. It was a bit awkward as you gave a usual familiar nod which he misinterpreted and gave an informal bow but progress was made.

As weeks went by your interactions became more frequent. Limited to the Library unfortunately but it worked that way. He grew on you. The sort of comfort of knowing someone is always there without fail. Walking into the library after a long lecture or escaping your noisy dorm or just the yearning to see him just brought you to this library of tranquillity, and most importantly, to him. You’d exchange nods. Staring at you till you looked at him and nodded. He would walk past you looking for books. Leaning over if you were in the way of the book he wanted. “Excuse me, can I?” “oh, sorry. Sure.”

Eventually, he greeted you. Verbally. It was another gruelling day. Dealing with insulting comments and bad grades. With a stressing sigh you took your seat and laid on your arms. He wasn’t in his seat but his bag was leaning against his chair. As he walked past you, back to his seat he muttered a “Hi”. It was in a low tone. Certain you did not hear him, you lifted your head in surprise. “Hey,” you muttered back with a soft smile.

The quiet stares became more… intense. You’d steal glances at him, he would do the same but neither of you knew until he caught you staring. The first time you got caught you were so tired at staring at your computer you averted your eyes to him, typing on his computer. With your had cupping your face and leaning against the table you absent-mindedly just stared at him for a few minutes. There was this awkward tension when you made eye contact. You immediately lowered your eyes as your cheeks tingled with embarrassment.

Eventually, you didn’t care. Neither did he because you’d catch him too. As you got up to get a book that happened to be in the aisle he had a clear view of you and when you simply worked.

The closest you got was in the narrow path of an aisle. He’d purposefully reach for a book near you and as he gently moved you aside he’d gently put his hand on your back, you’d feel his fingers graze your shoulder or his warmth at your back. Once, you got close enough to smell him. It was purely by accident of course. You were in a rush to get to your table and took as short-cut through an aisle and bumped into him. He did not smell of strong cologne or anything- just him and the soap he uses, it smelt good. He then politely apologised and went to talk to the librarian. He smelt you too of course, by pure coincidence. You smelt good. On occasion like a certain perfume but his favourite is when you smell like you. Just yourself nothing more. It was weirdly arousing.

There was a day where you finally struck up a conversation. You had just sat down and as he walked past he momentarily slowed when he walked past you and you felt his eyes on you before he sat down. His eyes still lingered for a few moments almost anxiously looking down then up at you. Eventually, he stood up but instead of walking to an aisle or past you he stood before your table. Slowly you looked up at him with a smile which he returned. “Uhm…”

“Yeah?”

“There is-” He pointed at your cloud of hair. You immediately reached up gently feeling through your hair. “Uhh no, there- ah…” He cautiously reached out, as you lowered your hand and sat as still as possible, pulling a cherry blossom from your hair. Barely feeling him do so. You watched his hand as he showed you the cherry blossom. You mouthed a thank you. “You can keep it,” you jokily suggested. With a nod he went back to his seat and placed the flower gently at the corner of the table. The next day, you tried a hand in having a conversation that ended up to be slightly awkward at first but good in the end.

He has brothers and lives with one of them currently. You recommended books he should read. He is a history major. Talked about school. Why you transferred here and a myriad of other stuff. An important piece of information you strategically snuffed out is that he was single. A man with his… godly features, single? Miracles do happen.

There was a day he didn’t come at all. His seat was empty. You arrived at 4pm and he usually comes the same time but he did not show.You kept glancing up at his seat or looking over at the entrance but nothing. You waited, occasionally looking at your watch then at the entrance. From 16:18 to 17:47 to 18:34 to 20:12. Giving up you went to go check out your books. There was no one at the counter and you heard someone working in the back so you rang the little bell. Low and behold your staring stranger walks up to the counter taking off peculiar gloves and greeting you with a smile. On his apron a little badge. ‘Librarian - Choso’.

“Hey,” you greeted back. “You’re the librarian now?”

“Yeah, just night shifts though.”

“Is it because we stay here till late?” You asked. He chuckled. It erupted a burst of arousal. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes travelling to his arms wrapped in a tight black shirt. Jesus.

“Yeah, uhm I didn’t catch your name?”

“y/n, and you are Choso,” you point at his badge. He nods in agreement, scanning your books. “You’re leaving now?”

“Uhm? No,” you lie. “Just wanted to get these checked out before I forget again.”

That night you stayed until he closed at 22:30 exactly. You did so on the days he worked the night shift. Tuesday, Thursday and Monday. One particular day, you were going on about a hyper-fixation of yours. Sitting at the counter facing him as he fixed the books in the back listening, only interjecting to ask question or the regular nod or sound of intrigue or understanding. You were so into the conversation that you did not realise that he walked you to your dorm. Like across campus, into the building, up the stairs because of course the elevator was broken again, to your door.

He stood a moment as you realised smiling and reassuring you that it was no problem as you tired to apologise. “Well. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a goodnight.” “You too.” You shouted across the hallway. He smiled giving you a quick glance as you walked into your dorm room before making his way home.

You two grew closer. Literally. Continuing the cycle of touches. You would call him because you couldn’t reach a books and to get past you to the book, he would move you aside or manoeuvre past you by your waist, gently. There was a day you were stubborn would be word and decided to reach for a book on top. It was late and Choso was busy you did not want to bother him. The plan was a successful failure as you got the book but the entire book case was tipping over. Swiftly Choso ran in front of you. With his back he held the bookcase up preventing it from falling on top of you. He was so close you could feel his deep breathes on your skin. His head was hung low and his hair fell over his face.

Quickly you helped him push the bookcase back into place and pick up the books that fell off. Some books got damaged and you helped carry them to the back. Which is actually a small room that leads to larger room.

The room was dimly lit, and moderately cool. You took in the room sitting top the table next to him as she replaced a books damaged spine. You fiddled with his hoddie’s laces spread on your legs to cover you as you are wearing skirt and to warm you. Your gaze quickly travelled from his hands meticulously repairing the book to his toned forearms and finally to hair falling across his face.

“So you stare at me a lot,” you blurt out.

Taking a moment to gaze up at you in question, you also stare with a slight smirk. “You do too.”

“Well, it’s because your beautiful.”

He chuckles. “Same.”

“It’s not the same tho.”

“How?” He settles down the book and places his attention solely on you.

“What do you think when you stare at me?”

“That your gorgeous,”

“Really?” You pull him towards you, in between your thighs. “Be honest.” Gazing up at you then your hands placing his hoddie to the side, catching a glimpse of your underwear. “That I want to fuck you against the book case.” he confesses in a low tone gazing up at you as your hand cup his chin. “What do you think when you stare at me?” He asks in return.

“Me riding your thighs as you study. What are you thinking right now?”

“You sitting on my face.” He answers reaching inside your skirt to pull down your underwear. You lift a little for him to slide them off. Spreading your thick thighs and pulling up you’re your skirt you give him a view of your cunt. Giving you a quick glance he grabs you by your hips and scoots you closer. With a little kiss on your clit her, he rolls his tongue over your hairy pussy almost groaning when his tongue reached your entrance. You rock your cunt into his mouth stroking his hair.

Cumming you held tightly onto his hair. Grinding your pussy on his tongue then yanking his head away from your pussy. He looks up at you, his mouth drenched in your slick and a gaze silently pleading for more. You both know he could easily break from your hold, pin you down and fuck you on the table but he lets you hold him like this. Pulling him up you kiss, helping him take of his apron and trousers. Choso gasps against you as his cock slides into your wet cunt.

You smirk as he desperately ruts into you. His hands around your waist as you kiss his neck. “You feel so good.” He moans against your ear. “I’m cumming.” he whines quickly pulling out and cumming on the inner thigh. “Choso,” you gently cup his face. “You’re going to clean that up.”

“I will. I just need more.” he whines swiftly laying you on the lounge couch.

With your back against his chest he lifts one of your legs. Fucking his cock with your thighs near you pussy, feeling his cock graze your clit before pushing inside you. As he fucks his cock into you he unbuttons your blouse and grabs a hand full of your tits. “Mommy,” he absentmindedly mutters. “I’m sorry, I should not-” “It’s fine, Choso. Just go faster.” “Like this,” his deep voice breathes. Flipping you on your stomach he fucks his cock as he sits on your arse. You cum as he bottoms out in your cunt but he continues this times making you sit on his cock you back still against his chest as he rams his cock into you. Your thighs shaking, and him rubbing your clit you cum on his cock again. “Choso st-stop.” His thrusts halt and he hard cock springs out covered with you slick.

With you pussy at the base of his big cock, you grind onto it will stroking his cock. Watching his dick twitch and precum leak from his pretty tip. “You want to cum for me.” He nods wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then cum for Mommy.” He bites down on your shoulder and shoots ropes of cum on the floor and coffee table . “Good boy,” you praise stroking his cock as the last bit of cum leak out and come out in short spurts that land on your hand and belly.

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