Happy first day of Smutember 2022!

Prompt: Library

Big thank you to Lin_Lamont for her beta work


Done!

Usagi had never hit the save button so quickly before slamming her laptop shut. The five-thousand-word term paper for Japanese History 101 had just become her bitch, all thanks to Mamoru and his reward system.

Speaking of which…

She crammed her laptop into her bag and dug around for the cell phone she was forbidden to use until her paper was finished. Her beloved was somewhere in this library, she just wasn't privy to where. That was part of her motivation to finish her work, because not knowing made her crazy.

Typing out a quick text, she took deep, steadying breaths to ease the anticipation of what was to come.

Usagi: I'm finished! Come fulfill your end of the deal ;)

She tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk waiting for his reply.

Mamo-chan: You better run, little rabbit. The big bad wolf is coming to get you.

Usagi fought not to squeal at Mamoru playing her favorite game. She would have to find a damned good hiding spot, as he probably knew this library as well as his own apartment. Usagi was not only the hunted, but also at a heavy disadvantage not knowing the layout of this building. He was clever in choosing his own university library at Keio rather than hers at Tokyo U.

Gathering up her bag, she skittered towards the elevator, knowing Mamoru would be stealthy and take the stairs. She remembered him saying that he preferred studying on the basement level, as hardly anyone went down there. Usagi decided her best bet was to go up one level, to the fourth and final floor, giving her a better chance of tiring him out.

But on the off chance he was already on the fourth floor, she'd walk right into the belly of the beast.

The risk was worth it. Inside the elevator, she punched the fourth-floor button and jammed the door close button six or seven times before it finally deigned to follow orders. Alone behind the closed panel doors, her phone buzzed once more.

Mamo-chan: I already know where you're headed, Usako. You're dreaming if you think you can outsmart me in my own territory.

Usagi snorted at his cocky bravado. Mamoru might know her mind as well as his own, but that didn't mean she lacked a few tricks up her sleeve.

The doors dinged as they opened, revealing a railed, circular opening in the floor, cutting through every level and overlooking the main floor of the library. On one side of the opening was a study section filled with six sofas facing each other, and three tables in between. There was a gaggle of students lounging around, seemingly working on a group project. On the other side of the opening was the spacious entrance where she assumed more books and study desks lived.

Usagi scrambled to the entrance and quickly slid into the first row of books, shuffling all the way to the end and hiding her body behind the end of the long, rectangular shelf.

Her phone buzzed again.

Mamo-chan: I can already smell your scent up here, little rabbit. Come out so I can devour you.

Usagi bit her lip to keep from snickering at his naughty words. This section of the library, separate from the chattering students in the open area, was eerily silent.

So the excitement in her skin turned to ice when she heard low, sinister humming rounding the corner.

Still hidden from sight, Usagi held her breath as Mamoru leisurely strode past her aisle, hands in his pockets, not a care in the world. But even from that brief glance, Usagi recognized him as the wolf he was; the hunter stalking his prey.

She would not let him win so easily.

Usagi tiptoed to the main aisle, peeking her head out to make sure his back was still to her. Oh, he was certainly deviant, carelessly strolling along like that. Mamoru knew she was hiding up here and delighted in torturing her.

Well, two could play that game.

Mamoru suddenly changed his course, dipping into a row of books about halfway down the aisle. Usagi took this as her chance, fleeing back to the elevator as silently as her feet would allow. A pair of students exited just as she rounded the corner, and she nearly dove in and swirled to hit the button for the—

There was no basement button! She would have to find the stairwell leading to it. Usagi slammed the first-floor button, then repeated her assault on the door close button.

She had given him the slip…for now.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone to taunt him further.

Usagi: Looks like the poor, helpless rabbit escaped the wolf's clutches ;)

The doors dinged open and Usagi stepped into the space beneath the circular opening.

Mamoru: It doesn't matter where you run, clever girl. I'm still going to eat you up.

Grinning like an idiot at his response, she pocketed her phone and waited, gazing up to the fourth floor. When his head of onyx hair came into view, she turned on her heel towards the main section of the library. She made sure to whip her hair as she turned just so he could catch a glimpse of her blonde locks.

Despite the four floors between them, Usagi could feel his predatory growl deep in her bones.

She stopped the first person she passed and asked for directions to the basement, and the tired looking, middle-aged professor pointed her down the long aisle and to the right.

At the very end of the aisle was an industrial-looking door that didn't match the pristine, polished look of the rest of the library. This had to be it. Usagi yanked the handle and it opened with a groan. She slipped inside before Mamoru had a chance to catch up.

Down the dingy stairwell was an identical door, opening with an identical groan. The atmosphere in the basement was certainly a shift from the bustle of activity upstairs. Here, the space was smaller, more intimate. The lighting seemed warmer, and a calm quiet filled the air. A wall separated the study area from the rows of books. The only other student she spotted in the study area was a tall, lean guy with chin length, pewter hair, half covered by bulky headphones. He didn't even look up from his laptop as she entered.

Usagi could definitely see why Mamoru liked it down here.

Ducking into the rows of books, as far away from the other student as possible, Usagi tapped out another text.

Usagi: Come bite me. I'm so vulnerable and helpless.

Not ten seconds later, the heavy, industrial door creaked open, and she knew he had her. There wasn't as much space to escape him as there was upstairs, so she had to be crafty. Silently, she dropped her bag at the entrance of the last row, then sprinted down the back wall until she reached the row closest to the door.

Usagi covered her mouth to muffle the sound of her heavy breathing, but there was no way he couldn't hear the pounding of her heart as she waited. His footsteps were slow, taunting, taking the bait as he stalked towards her abandoned bag. It rustled as he lifted it, and Usagi didn't dare move as he realized he had been tricked.

The only sound echoing through the space was her heart pounding in her ears. The silence was brutal; infinitely worse than the stalking. A full minute passed with no movement, and each passing second intensified the anticipation and fear. Mamoru truly was a hunter, patiently waiting for his prey to leave its den.

Taking her hand away from her face, Usagi dared to peek around the shelf. Empty, save for her bag that had been placed back on the floor.

She debated if coming out of hiding was worth the risk when a large hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her startled yelp. A long, sturdy arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a warm, toned body.

"Caught you," Mamoru's husky voice breathed in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. Usagi giggled into his palm, then let out a small gasp as she felt him harden against her lower back.

"You finished your paper?" He whispered, removing his hand to trace a thumb over her lips.

"I did," she responded in her most sultry voice, sucking his thumb into her mouth and gently nipping.

Mamoru groaned, gripping her waist tighter. Usagi sighed wantonly at his possessiveness, her panties growing uncomfortably wet. He brushed his tongue against her earlobe as his hand shifted to lightly grip her throat.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He breathed.

"Here?" Usagi stiffened, her mind immediately going to the student on the other side of the wall.

"You made me chase you all over this library. I don't want to wait." The hand at her waist roamed south, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. He teased her inner thighs, fingers dancing through the moisture already pooled between them. "Just stay quiet like a good girl and we won't be caught."

Usagi was never quiet, and Mamoru was never this brazen. They could be caught, and Mamoru could be seriously punished. Could they really risk it?

Her question was answered when nimble fingers brushed her panties aside and dipped into her drenched center. Mamoru's finger slid easily past her entrance, gathering moisture to swirl around her clit, and Usagi's back arched at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"Yes," she breathed.

It was all Mamoru needed to press her carefully into the walled shelves lined with dusty texts. He guided her hands to grip the shelf before her, then with a lover's delicate touch, slid her soaked panties down to her knees. He swiftly had his jeans opened and the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

"Please hurry," Usagi begged as quietly as possible.

Mamoru wasted no time, and she threw her head back as he filled her inch by glorious inch, giving her only a few moments to adjust before pulling back and slamming all the way to the hilt. Usagi fought not to cry out in rapture as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush against his. Mamoru filled her again and again with slow, powerful pumps, finding her g-spot and setting a pace.

The lewd sounds of their skin slapping together filled the small space. The thought of the pewter-haired student removing his headphones, or the creaking door opening excited Usagi as much as it terrified her. This was so naughty, so taboo, and the thrill of being caught only heightened the pleasure building in her core.

Mamoru slid a hand beneath her shirt to tease a nipple, then gave her breast a possessive squeeze at finding her braless.

"Such a bad girl, Usako," his low voice hummed, lips finding the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "I did promise to eat you up, didn't I?"

His teeth scraped along her skin before he bit down. Usagi couldn't help the desperate moan that escaped her, and Mamoru's hand shot up from her waist to cover her mouth. She felt him smirk against her skin as he licked over the tender flesh he'd bitten.

Usagi held her grip on the bookshelf as Mamoru's pumps grew more rapid, more desperate. The hand squeezing her breast slid down her skin and into her skirt, rubbing slow circles over her clit. She gasped, muffled by his powerful hand, and Mamoru struggled to contain his own lusty moan as she began falling apart in his arms.

Her back arched and her hips bucked, wiggling within the confines of his arms as pleasure burst from her core. She whined beneath his hand, squeezing her eyes shut as the most powerful orgasm in recent history swept through her body. Between the foreplay of the chase, the forbidden nature of their public carnal act, and Mamoru's masculine, powerful body, she never stood a chance.

It wasn't long before Mamoru followed her over the edge. His hand remained firmly over her mouth as his teeth found her shoulder again, biting down on the flesh as he grunted out his orgasm. The pain of his bite blended beautifully with the pleasure still roiling through her center.

They panted as Mamoru's pumps eased into a stop, and Usagi became painfully aware of where they were and their compromising position. Mamoru seemed to wake up as well, as he slid his hand from Usagi's mouth to give her lips a quick kiss, then swiftly pulled out and tucked himself back into his jeans. The loss of his cock and his body at once left her chilled as she pulled up her uncomfortably wet panties.

Mamoru's eyes roamed the length of Usagi's body in a way that told her he was far from sated, but they had pushed their luck far enough. He gave her a soft smile, then took her face gently in his hands and kissed her deeply.

"I'm proud of you for finishing your paper," he whispered against her lips.

"Thanks, but can we go home now?" She all but begged. "I want to know what other ways you can eat me up."

Mamoru smirked, kissing the tip of her nose before releasing her, striding around the corner to sling her forgotten bag over his shoulder.

"Brave words, little rabbit." He came back to slide his hand into hers, interlacing their fingers as they crossed the short distance to the exit. "But I'm inclined to give you anything you wish tonight."

He raised their locked hands and pressed a kiss to her fingers. Usagi beamed.

"I love you, Mamo-chan."

"I love you." He squeezed her hand.

As Mamoru pulled open the creaking basement door, Usagi braved a glance toward the solitary, headphone-clad student. Though his eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed scarlett, he did not return her gaze.


Any Fruits Basket fans catch the cameo? 😏

Thank you for reading! If you liked this, check out my Smutember fics from last year, Captive Princess and Endymion the Asshole, as well as my ongoing multi-chap The Shepherd and the Moon, a retelling of Sailor Moon R