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blueberrybeomgyu · 1 month ago

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୨⎯ "shhh!" ⎯୧ (mjh)

+*:🤎:*﹤descrip. : some guy walks into the library ten minutes before you close! >:(

+*:🍪:*﹤content : sub!jaehyun x mean dom!reader

+*:🤍:*﹤warnings : hand job, very slight overstim (had 2 do it 2 em), thigh humping (???), mentions of exhibitionism i think (anon pls lmk if im wrong again), 18+ mdni 😁, female anat for reader, sexual language, yn calls jh mean names

+*:🍄‍🟫:*﹤word count : 2.4k

+*:🐼:*﹤a/n : if you wanna be 100% safe there's one more warning im gonna put in the tags bc i dont wanna spoil the story <3, please ignore the plot holes we r here to have a good time not a realistic one

+*:🤎:*﹤masterlist

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“E-excuse me. Do you happen to know how I can get a library card?”

You look at the boy with a lifted eyebrow. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, and he’s playing with the zipper on his jacket.

Your eyes flick from him to the timestamp on your computer screen. 10:50 PM. You roll your chair to a cabinet behind the desk and grab a form. When you turn back around, he’s looking at you expectantly. You hand him the form and roll your eyes as he skims the words. It’s just basic information–name, birthday, address–that the library needs to send cards out. When he’s finally done, he looks back at you and pushes his glasses up.

“Could I…borrow a pen?” You hold back a huff of annoyance and push the pen holder towards him. He grabs one with a sweater paw and scurries to a nearby table. You finish up an email and sign out of the work computer. You’re straightening stray paper and pens when the boy comes back up.

“Where do I s-send the form?” You scoff. Has this boy never been in a library before?

“Just give it to me,” you say while holding your hand out. He places it, along with the borrowed pen, in your palm gently, and you place them both in their designated areas. You turn back around and he’s still standing there. “Can I help you?”

He hesitates, looking off to the side then back at you. He points a thumb to the back of the library, where the bookcases are.

“I’m just gonna…go look at the books.”

You look at the computer clock again.

“You are aware that the library closes in five minutes, right?” You’re already slightly annoyed that he walked in ten minutes before closing, then took five minutes to fill out four questions. You just wanna close up and go home.

“So…I should–” He doesn’t finish the sentence, and instead just stares at you questioningly. You sigh.

“Go look at the books,” you say, because he seems like a nice guy, even if he is testing your patience a little. He nods and trots over to the cases. His hair flops as he jogs, and he’d almost be cute if he wasn’t the only person in the library three minutes before closing. Only the bottom two floors are open this late, but you’re sincerely hoping he stays on the first one.

The second floor is empty–you checked twenty minutes ago, and no one has come in since then besides him. You check it again to kill time, and cut off the lights when you confirm it’s still empty.

In the elevator, you bring out your phone to check the time. 11:02 PM.

Back on the first floor, you straighten random chairs and clear off any doodles on the white boards. At 11:05, you walk over to the bookcases to look for the guy.

“Sir?” You call out, peering around the corners of tall cases. You find him buried in a book with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. When you call out again, he looks up at you with wide, cute eyes. “The library’s closed.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just go,” he says, and you nod, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there and looks at you.

“Sir? I have to lock the doors.”

“Um, yeah. I was just– Could you actually help me with something?” You furrow your eyebrows. This section of the library doesn’t have a camera, so you’re hesitant about getting close to him.

“I just need help making sense of this line,” he continues, and holds up the book in his hand for proof. You glance around the library, then back at him. He’s smaller than you, so you figure you could take him if it came down to it. You walk closer to him, between the cases, and look over the passage he’s pointing to.

You reread it a few times and shake your head in confusion. You look at the outside of the book and read the title. When you look back at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Sir, this is the junior section. This is a book about fish.”

“I know. I’m just…struggling, I guess.”

“Okay…This says ‘After a preliminary courtship, the male escorts the female to a spot where a leaf or branch overhangs the surface of the water,’” you quote, and the boy nods.

“It’s just saying these fish lay their eggs outside of water. What did you need help understanding?” You look back at him when he doesn’t answer, but he’s not looking at you. Well, he’s not looking at your face.

His eyes are cast downward, focusing on your cleavage. You adjust your loose cardigan and regret not wearing a T-shirt (what were you supposed to do? It was warm outside, you thought you’d be fine with just a bra and a sweater). You watch as his tongue runs over his bottom lip.

His eyes flick back up to yours when you scoff. “Are you seriously looking down my shirt?” His face falls in panic.

“No, n-no. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did th–”

“You don’t know? Let me help you figure it out.” You step forward, and he steps back until his back is pressed against the bookcase. “You’re a pervert.”

He has the nerve to shake his head. “I’m not. Just listen to me, ple–”

“Tch. Why, so you can make pathetic excuses? Have you never seen a girl before?” You’re so close to him now, cornering him against the case, and he huffs out a breath. His hand trembles where he’s still clutching the book, and you look down at him. You actually laugh when you notice the tent in his sweats.

“You have to be joking. You’re getting off on this?”

His eyes squeeze shut, and a tear rolls down his cheek. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, you meant to. D’you walk into libraries right before closing just so you can wank off to the workers?”

You have to admit you enjoy teasing him, watching him grovel in front of you. The lighting in the library is dim, but you can see the pink dotting his cheeks. You wonder how far he’ll let you go, so you test the waters.

You walk closer to him, slow enough that he can push you away if he wants to, but he doesn’t. When you’re close enough that you can feel his breath hitting your face in quiet pants, you press your leg against his crotch.

His mouth falls open and his eyebrows crease. You find yourself smirking. Of course he’d like this.

“Does this feel good?” His eyelids flutter and he nods, so you keep pushing it. “I bet you fantasize about being caught touching yourself. Bet you like an audience.”

He doesn’t respond, but he lets out a strained groan and his hips pivot so he can grind his bulge onto your thigh.

“Oh, my god. You do, don’t you?” Finally, he nods, and his hair bounces like it did before, drawing your attention to it. You reach up to run your hand through, yanking it back so he’s looking at you. “What’s your name?”

“Jae-” he gasps and closes his eyes when you press your leg closer to him. “It’s J-jaehyun. Please d-don't call the cops.”

You hum in thought. “Well, you are a freak, Jaehyun. But I won’t have you arrested. Let me help you out.” His eyes fly back open at that.

“W-what?”

You tilt your head at him. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be caught, watched, punished?”

His only response is a strangled moan. He holds your waist in place as he bucks against your leg. He’s like a dog in heat. You tell him such and his entire body trembles.

“Didn’t– Ah, didn’t t-think you’d be so m-mean.”

“I didn’t think you would enjoy it so much.”

Jaehyun’s hips move faster and choked-off gasps fall from his lips. His glasses slip to the tip of his nose. You grab them and slide them on your face instead just to realize they’re not even prescription. His noises turn into small, pitiful whimpers and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Gonna cum already, Jaehyun? Are you really that pathetic? You’ve probably never even touched a woman.” Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head in the most unconvincing way possible.

“Aw, you haven’t, have you? Well, we have to make your first time at least a bit more special.” You pull your thigh away and back away from him. His hands fall from your waist and his hips twitch against nothing. He grips the edges of the shelves instead, pushing books back and gasping as his orgasm fades away. You corner him again.

“Look at this, Hyunnie. Can I call you that?” He nods and looks at where you’re pointing. There's a wet spot darkening the color of his pants. He’s still trying to catch his breath, but chokes when you trail a finger around the patch teasingly.

“You didn’t cum, right?” He shakes his head. “Damn, you must’ve really wanted this–you’re leaking. That’s embarrassing.” He whines and one of his hands comes to hold onto your arm when you grip him through his sweats.

“Please don’t l-leave me like this, need your h-help,” he says around labored breaths. His hips are already moving against your hand, and he whines again when you pull it away.

“Don’t worry, Hyunnie. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Not gonna jerk off in libraries anymore, yeah?” You ask as you loosen the strings on his pants and slip your hand down them. He nods deliriously.

“Good boy,” you mutter absentmindedly, and his eyes blow wide again. His grip on your hand tightens when you wrap your hand around his member.

“Just touch– need you to touch me, please.” You squeeze his base, and his head knocks back against the books. “Please, p-plea–”

“Shut up, Jaehyun.” His mouth clamps shut. “I already said don’t worry. There’s no need to beg,” you say, even though his desperate noises are getting you wetter by the second.

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip and lets out a muffled groan when you slide your hand down his cock. It feels plump in your hand, but short in the way it doesn’t take you long at all to reach the tip. You rub into the tip experimentally, and Jaehyun’s entire body jerks in your hold.

Your strokes start slow, but it’s not long before he’s fucking into your hand. He’s so wet the slide is easy, so you quicken your pace. His mouth falls open and he lets out rushed, high-pitched moans of ah-h, hah, hnn–

“Fuck, do you know how to shut up? This is a library, y’know.” It doesn’t matter–there’s no one here and the cameras don’t pick up sound–but you tease him just to see his eyes pool with tears. He doesn’t stop, keeps letting his unrestrained noises fall out of his mouth.

You tsk and bring your unoccupied hand up to his face. You slip three fingers into his mouth and his lips clamp around them immediately. It effectively muffles his sounds, but there’s still quiet whimpers coming from him.

“You’re sick, Hyunnie. Pulling me away from my work just so you could objectify me? Bet you thought about fucking me, huh? Thought about sliding your small dick into my cunt while you were filling out that form.” His eyelids flutter again as the dirty images flash across his mind.

“You don’t even need a library card, do you? You probably have a stack from other libraries you’ve fucked yourself in.” Your wrist is starting to hurt, but it’s worth it to see the way his eyes roll back into his head. You stop jerking him off to massage his tip, play with his slit, and his mouth hangs open again. Your fingers fall out of it wet, and you wipe them on his jacket. He’s back to begging immediately.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, hmf– Need to cum, l-let me cum.”

You go back to stroking him and think about how you’re going to walk into work tomorrow, how you’re ever gonna walk into this section again after this.

You realize none of that matters when pinched-off, helpless whimpers begin falling from Jaehyun’s mouth. He’s so close, trembling in your hold, and when you nuzzle his neck and trace your teeth across his skin, he’s done for.

His head falls to your shoulder, and his thighs shake as he collapses against you. His cum is warm as it spills on your hand, and there’s so fucking much of it that you don’t know how you’re going to clean up this mess and go home at a reasonable time.

Jaehyun’s hips are still twitching into your hand even after he’s come down. He’s mumbling profanities as he drives himself into overstimulation, and you have to pull your hand away to get him to stop.

“Greedy boy. Look at the mess you made,” you say as you hold up your sticky hand. Trails of milky white stretch out between your fingers when you spread apart, and Jaehyun pulls your hand to his mouth.

Your pussy clenches as you feel his warm tongue lick between your fingers, cleaning cum off of your hand. He’s so sloppy with it, making loud wet noises that echo throughout the empty library. When he’s done, he releases your hand and slumps against the bookcase.

You giggle at the sight of him and rub your hands up and down his sides.

“Did you enjoy that, Myungjae?” You ask excitedly. It went pretty well, you think. He breaks into a smile of his own.

“Fuck yeah, we have to do that more often.”

You couldn’t agree more.

He helps you fix any knocked-over books and actually close the library like the sweet boyfriend he is, and spends the entire ride home proposing other dynamics for you two to roleplay.

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a/n : i cannot stop writing sub!jaehyun i am sick...i wrote this in a manic frenzy i was insane but i was free

#ig jaehyun’s an exhibitionist in my book #chubby d ck jaehyun anyone??#can u tell i wanna do bad things to this boy #please do not follow men in between bookcases #my partner liked this story and that's what matters #boynextdoor imagines #myung jaehyun imagines #boynextdoor hard thoughts #myung jaehyun x reader #myung jaehyun hard thoughts #blueberrybeomgyu #boynextdoor hard hours #myung jaehyun hard hours #boynextdoor x reader #spoiler warning : s xual roleplay #a lot of this makes more sense w that spoiler lol #ure as queuete as a queuecumber *🥒･ﾟ✧🤍*:･ﾟ

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