#((nerd))

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. 

“what’s that smell?” 

shit.