Warnings: smut alert!! [a little dirty talking; oral sex; fingering; public sex, sort of; unprotected sex] 18+ read at your own discretion.
This comes to us from an outside request & I know she has been so patient with me, as all of you have been too. Thank you for that, truly. This ~proud cumslut~ has been going through it, but I hope to be getting back into the swing of things soon. To the lovely lady who requested this, I hope it was worth the wait, and to the anon who said she misses my Josh fics, I hope this satisfies for now!
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The solitude that washed over you as the last staff member left for the evening and you said your goodbyes to the last custodian shuffling out of the library was unmatched. The library on a busy day was a peaceful place, no doubt, but the complete silence at the end of the evening was something you reveled in, especially because you didn't get the chance to very often.
That solitude was interrupted by someone coming in, though. You heard the door of the main entrance click and swing open, then latch shut; you finished putting your books back in your bag and stood up. Must be the custodian having forgotten something–but before you could start to move closer to the entrance, Josh popped out from the archaeology section, a big grin on his face.
"How'd you get in here?" you asked, grinning back, smitten by his adorableness as always, him always being so playful.
"The custodian let me in," he told you, bringing you in for a tight hug. "Maybe you need more scrutinizing security here."
"I was just about to lock up," you said, running your hands down his back, over his sweater. "How'd you even know I was here?"
"I was driving by and I saw your car," he replied with a little grin, then held his hand over his heart. "Not even a lie!"
"Oh, so you decided to just stop in?" you teased, pulling back and gently clasping the sides of his face. "You're so cute."
Josh smiled and leaned in to kiss you, his hands already running down your waist, then back up again to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt. You kissed him back, the soft kisses as if to say "I missed you" turning into deeper kisses that said, "I want you."
You giggled when Josh popped the first two buttons of your shirt and tried to slip his hands underneath the fabric, only to have to retreat and unbutton the rest of it entirely; he urged you back against the table and cupped your breasts as he slid the tip of his tongue in your mouth, you tilting your head to get a better angle, then he grated his teeth carefully over your bottom lip as he pulled back.
"Are there cameras in here?" he asked, kissing down your neck, his left hand squeezing your breast as his right moved down your body and to your pants, fiddling with the fly, popping it open and sliding his hand past the waistband.
"Nope," you answered, sighing when he ran his fingers over your heat. "Not enough funding for that."
Josh laughed against your neck, turning his head. "Oh no. Well, that works for us."
You pulled him in closer with your hands on his lower back, pressing your pelvises together; Josh removed his hand and ground himself into you, his bulge rubbing against you, your pants slowly getting lower and lower from the friction. Finishing the job, he pulled your pants down to your knees and put his hand back between your legs, giving the inside of your thigh a squeeze before he slid two fingers underneath the side of your underwear.
You laid your hand on the back of Josh's neck and brought him in for another kiss, his lips soft, his tongue warm; he moaned quietly against your mouth as he dragged his fingertips over you, but as you moaned too he took his hand away and brought it up to the side of your neck, cradling you as he kissed you back.
A little abruptly, he left a searing kiss on your mouth and then dropped down to his knees, then lifted your legs and dipped under them as he pushed you completely back against the table, urging you to sit down. Sitting in between your legs, he pulled your pants down to your ankles and then your underwear, and placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them a bit.
"Fuck," you hissed as Josh pressed his face between your legs and licked up your center, his fingertips pressing into your thighs harder.
"I wanna get you so wet," he muttered from beneath you, flattening his tongue and dragging it up again, sucking on your clit sloppily, the slurping and suction sound actually echoing through the library.
You laughed at the ticklish sensation and he laughed a little too, easing off a bit to suck gently as he ran two fingers over your center. You could feel yourself getting wetter and could also feel his own saliva running down you, which he dragged his two fingers through before easing them inside you.
You propped your legs up on his backside and reclined back on the table, holding the edge under your hands, trying to contain your moans even with no one else being around. But when Josh dove his fingers in deeper, tapping against your g-spot, you yelped and he laughed again, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.
He stood up then, his fingers still inside you, and leaned over you, his free hand clutching at the collar of your shirt to pull you into a kiss; you whimpered with his lips on yours as his fingers twisted slowly and curled up, then you hooked your fingers through his hair as he pumped them in and out, just enough for you to feel his knuckles grating inside you.
His kisses were almost enough to distract you–deep, slow kisses that you melted into. It was just what you needed after a day of teaching, making lesson plans and listening to the droning of your fellow educators. Josh's appearance was a welcome surprise and his mouth was even more welcome than that, like a warm, safe hideaway you could escape into for a little while.
He lifted up his sweater a few inches to undo his own belt and fly, and you reached one hand down to trail your fingers through the fine patch of hair on his lower abdomen, then replaced his with your own to pull his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free.
"Want me to fuck you like this?" Josh asked, dragging the head of his cock over you, gliding it through your center.
You scooched back on the table a little bit so the edges weren't digging into the backs of your thighs but rather resting right under your ass, then hooked your legs back around Josh's waist and pulled him into you.
"I think I'm wet enough," you said, slipping your right hand between the two of you to rub your clit, slicking your fingers before bringing them to Josh's mouth and sliding them between his lips.
"I'd say so," he agreed with a coy smile, licking his lips as you removed your fingers. "You taste so good, Y/N." He grabbed hold of himself again and slid himself through your slick once more before slowly pushing himself inside, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other holding the back of your neck.
You whined and bit your lip, your left hand gripping the edge of the table and your right reaching out to clasp his bicep, nails digging into his skin past the sweater. Josh lifted his eyes, their dark softness never wavering from yours as he slid into the hilt, pausing between your legs with a deep sigh.
"That feels so good–your legs wrapped around me," he remarked quietly, leaning forward and giving you a soft kiss. "You're so tight and wet–fuck." He dropped his head down, hunching over a little, and kissed your chest, working up slowly to shallow, dense thrusts inside you.
The hand around his bicep found its way into his hair again, fingers looping through his curls and grazing his scalp. You inadvertently clenched around him as he thrust, making him groan against your chest before he looked up at you again and pressed his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. His hand on the back of your neck was doing the most work keeping your propped up, and the electric waves permeating through your body made you forget all about the hard table underneath you; you moaned when he thrust in so hard your pelvises audibly smacked together, and he moaned too, dipping his right hand between the two of you.
"Oh, fuck, Josh," you moaned, spreading your legs more while simultaneously pulling him in closer with your ankles pressed against his lower back. "Make me cum."
He slid two fingers on either side of you, gliding over your skin as he pushed himself in deeper, your pelvises meeting again, then brought those two fingers up to your clit and circled it. "Have you ever been fucked in a library before?" he asked, rubbing your clit gently, giving you a kiss after he asked the question.
"No–first time," you replied with a smirk, your hands grabbing onto his hips. "You?"
"Never," Josh answered, smirking back, tilting his head down and letting a slight trail of saliva slide over you, slipping his fingers through it and over your clit again.
You let go of his hips as they kept snapping against you, putting one hand back over the edge of the table and the other gripping the inside of your own thigh, getting closer and closer with every swirl of his fingers and deep, resounding thrusts.
With him in front of you, it was difficult to even notice you were in the library but, after you were reminded of that fact, the thought of you having this little secret brought a smirk to your lips. You'd be able to come back every day and look at that same table and laugh to yourself. You couldn't have been the first ones to ever do it in here, but before that thought ran too far, you put your focus back on Josh.
He released the back of your neck, that hand migrating to your thigh and holding you in place. "I feel you tightening," he said hoarsely, switching from his first two fingers to his thumb, giving delicate, expert swirls over your clit. He leaned forward; you grabbed his sweater and pulled him in even closer, using him to keep yourself propped up, and he pressed his mouth to your neck in a wet, warm kiss.
"Fuck, Josh," you moaned, whimpering and bucking your hips. You were rearing to go then, closing your eyes for a moment and letting all the physical sensations overtake you–his mouth on your neck, his hard cock pounding into you, his gentle, steady touch on your clit, the hard table underneath your ass, his hair brushing against your jaw–all of it leading up to one final, boundless release. "I'm gonna cum–please, don't stop."
He moaned along with you as you came, muffled against your neck before he freed your skin from his lips. You could feel, even with the pulsing and clenching distracting you from below, the searing remains of a hickey on your throat. You whimpered when he pulled away but a moment later his lips were on yours, drowning out the last of your moans, your tongues sliding together carelessly.
As Josh bit down on your bottom lip, moaning from deep in his throat, you felt him finish inside you, all warm and thick and wet. He giggled a little and kissed you again, softer and slower, his hips twitching between your legs as he stilled himself, bringing his hands to the sides of your face.
You held him there by his waist, neither of you quite ready to be separated. He rested his forehead on your shoulder and shuddered one last time before slowly pulling out, pressing his palms on your thighs for a moment before ducking back down between your legs and standing in front of you.
You hadn't noticed how much tension had been in your hips until your lowered your legs, urging Josh closer as he pulled up his pants, but before you could do the same, he lowered his hand to your heat and dragged the tips of his first two fingers over you and down the insides of your thighs.
"I should probably clean some of that up," he said and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking both your fluids off.
You laughed a little and stood up, a little unsteady on your feet but Josh moved in close and bent down, gently easing your underwear and pants back up, letting you zip and button the fly back up.
"You're silly," you told him, tilting his jaw up with your thumb and kissing him softly.
"I've been told," he replied, buttoning your shirt back up, kissing the corner of your mouth. "So, what do you say, Y/N? Take this back to your place? Or do you have an early morning?"
You smoothed your shirt down, getting the one button in the middle that Josh missed. "I do have an early morning," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "But if you promise to wake me up with my favorite thing, you can sleep over."
Josh laughed and kissed your cheek. "I'm gonna miss sleeping in late," he said, each word growing huskier than the last as he reached down and squeezed your ass. "But it'll be worth it."