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[blueberrybeomgyu]

perv bsf!jaehyun drabble *ೃ༄

+*:🌟:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, pillow humping, mentions of pegging, humiliation kink??, accidental voyeurism methinks / masterlist

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bsf!jaehyun who...

acts so normal in your face but the second you leave his apartment, he's fucking into his pillow, hips rocking desperately as images of you flick through his mind.

you came over to hang out wearing the prettiest blue sweater jaehyun has ever seen, the periwinkle looked so pretty against your skin, and it was lowcut and a little too big for you, so whenever you'd bend over--

jaehyun's skin is on fire just thinking about it, humping his pillow mindlessly, letting his noises fall out of his mouth freely since he's alone, babbling a mess of "it feels so good, need you so bad," and when the corner of the pillow catches on his opening, the friction is so good through his boxers, and he's immediately wondering if you'd ever peg him, fuck him brainless

or is that's too weird for you? but he's thinking about it now, wants it so bad, his skin runs hot with shame, and he's crying out filthy words, moaning out your name as his orgasm washes over him, intense and mind-numbing

and you stand in the middle of his living room in shock, you'd left your phone charger, you were just coming back to get it. jaehyun never locks his fucking door, so when you walk in and are greeted with him moaning your name pathetically, you can't help but listen. when he reaches his peak, clarity washes over you, and you tip toe out of his house as quietly as you can, trying to figure out what you're going to do with this information.

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

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

[blueberrybeomgyu]

riwoo drabbles *ೃ༄

+*:🤍:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, sub!riwoo tendencies, bj adjacent activities, pillow humping, lmk if im missing any!! :(( / masterlist

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one : kissing riwoo’s tip bc you like teasing him

he's so sensitive, he knows he's gonna cum like this so he's pushing his hips into the mattress to get away from the stimulation

don't think he'd talk a whole lot during intimate moments (please disregard how much he talks in pretty sounds it was necessary lol), at the most would whimper out some words that are unintelligible anyway

eventually he'll give up and sink into the feeling, even lifting his hips up toward your face in a silent plea for more, but the most you'll give him is wrapping your lips around his head or licking into his slit

he's so embarrassed when he cums just from you pressing kisses against his shaft, and hides his red face behind his hands when you come up to kiss him.

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two : pillow humper!riwoo

pillow humper!riwoo but only when he's soso desperate, hasn't seen you in a while bc you've been swamped with schoolwork, but he'd rather boil himself alive than bother you just bc he's horny (attention!leehan take notes maybe?)

pillow humper!riwoo who's never been the most skilled at touching himself, can never work himself the way you can. at least with pillows, he can get stimulation from something that's not his own hand + can pretend it's you he's fucking into

pillow humper!riwoo who secretly loves the little stings of pain from grinding against the rough material of the pillow case, it makes him so much more sensitive

pillow humper!riwoo who cums quickly naturally and is no different when images flash across his mind of you under him, calling him a good boy and praising him for trying so hard to fuck you right, he wishes you were here to talk him through his orgasm :(

pillow humper!riwoo who's throwing all of his bedding into the washer immediately and trying to forget about what's he's done + he will absolutely never tell you about this guilty pleasure of his.

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "pretty sounds" ⎯୧ (lsh)

+*:🩷:*﹤descrip. : riwoo would let you do anything to him even if it terrifies him

+*:🌟:*﹤content : smut, sub!riwoo, dom!reader but she's nice, she could also be any gender (i think), handcuffs, very loose handjobbing lol, sounding

+*:🤎:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni!!, smut (mdni), not a whole lot of realistic sounding representation going on here, i did my research but i left out a lot of key steps to sounding so DO YOUR RESEARCH, sex should be fun and safe methinks

+*:🍞:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🎀:*﹤ a/n : my FIRST riwoo work!! I’m slowly getting down the line…somebody please match my freak…

+*:🩷:*﹤masterlist

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Riwoo would do anything for your beautiful smile and praising words. He’s always tended to hold back his noises in bed because they’re so embarrassing, but when you call them pretty and confess to him that they turn you on, it’s all he can do to let his mouth hang open during sex, let his pretty noises tumble out of his mouth unrestrained. 

Before he met you, he had never done anything more than typical, vanilla sex, but he lets you pull him into scenarios he would’ve never imagined, ones that often leave him wondering how the hell he got there. He realizes tonight is no different when you loop your pink handcuffs through the decorative bars of your headboard, then latch them onto his wrists. 

This isn’t new for the two of you. In fact, it has almost become a habit for you to restrain his hands, ‘cause he’s easily overwhelmed and will squirm away from your hold if given the chance, even if he doesn’t want you to stop touching him. Still, he tugs at the chain anyway, and breathes out a shaky, fearful sigh when it barely budges, when he realizes he can barely move his arms. 

His eyes are wide and searching for safety when he looks at you, and you coo at him, cup his cheeks, and press a sweet kiss against his pink lips.

“This is just so you don’t pull away and hurt yourself, okay, Riri?”

He nods, and reminds himself that you’re not here to hurt him. That you're going to take care of him like you always do, but it’s a little hard to remember as he eyes the rod you’re sterilizing.

Sounding. That’s the new thing you want to try out. He’d facepalm, but well, you know. His throat is dry and his words are failing him. He doesn’t even know what he wants to say, but he's just so scared. 

“I don’t- I don’t know about this, N/N. What if it, like, hurts?” He gulps when you come to straddle his thighs. Now he can’t move those either, and his hips only slightly jerk when you wrap your hand around his cock. He’s completely trapped.

“I won’t hurt you, sweetie.” You slide your hand up and down his length slowly and tsk when his hips try to twitch into the feeling. “I’ve done it before.”

Riwoo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he’s momentarily distracted from the feeling of your hand on his dick. “What? You’ve done this before?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t put you through this if I wasn’t 100% confident. You’re too fragile for that.” He isn’t really sure if he should be thankful for your consideration or embarrassed by that statement. You stop stroking him and pick up the rod. It’s skinny and black, and has small ridges. Looking at it makes Riwoo’s blood run cold. “My ex seemed to like it. Just wanna know if you would, too.”

Riwoo’s skin itches at the mention of your fucked-up ex. He wants to do all the things you used to do with that scum, wants you to think about Riwoo instead when you think back on these kinds of things.

“But we don’t have to do this,” you say. “You can say no, and I’ll make you feel good in a different way.”

He thinks over your offer. He’s still terrified, but you’ve done it before. You won’t hurt him, you’re 100% sure. You want to see him, specifically, like this.

He squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“Gotta use your words, Riri.”

“We can-,” his words cut off, and he gulps thickly. “We can do this. You can do this.” He says, because he trusts you so much, you could probably do anything to him. He watches as you spread lube around the sound, and his confidence falters.

“I-if I don't…like it, you'll stop?” He asks, hands clenching into fists against the headboard. You smile at him before leaning down to place another kiss on his lips. 

“If you don't like it, I'll stop immediately, okay?” 

He takes a deep breath, then nods again. You don’t wanna give him more time to overthink it, so you line the rod up with his opening. When he doesn’t say anything else, you ever so slowly slide the first two smooth centimeters in. 

Riwoo sucks in a breath, and his hips tremble, but they barely move under your weight. You wait a couple of seconds, then slide in two more centimeters. Riwoo hisses, and you stop. When you look up at him, his mouth is hanging open and his chest is rising and falling quickly. 

“How does this feel?” 

Riwoo tries to adjust to the feeling. You were right, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels kind of…heavy? And foreign, like it’s not supposed to be there, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s failing to see how it’s going to feel good, though.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” you say, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Feels…weird, confusing,” he whispers, and looks down to see the rod sticking out of his tip. He looks away almost immediately.

“Think you can take a little more?”

“I don't k-know, ‘s scary.” 

The remaining portion of the rod is ribbed. You rub his hip soothingly, then guide more of it in until it’s halfway sheathed. Riwoo lets out a small whimper that catches your attention. 

“Feels okay,” he answers breathlessly when you check in on him again. You pull the rod out just the tiniest bit and slide the length back in. He makes another tiny noise and his hips move just a bit under your weight.

“Riwoo, be still,” you warn, and his response is just a whine that's cut off when you rotate the rod, letting the ridges hit different areas of his insides. 

“Oh- Y/N, Y/N,” he chants out in a whispered tone, looking at you with big, wet eyes. You hum in response and slide more of the rod out this time. You wait a second before sliding it back in a little deeper than before.

“Feels g-good…” he trails off, and you smile at him again.

“Knew you’d like it, baby boy. You always make the prettiest sounds.” You pick up the pace, thrusting a little bit of the ribbed portion in and out of his opening, and the chain of the handcuffs clinks against the bed when Riwoo’s upper body jerks. You look up at him, but his eyes are squeezed shut now, and his mouth is open with a silent moan. He lets out a desperate, breathy noise when you twist the rod once more. 

“W-wait, wait,” he calls out, and you stop. 

“What's the matter, sweet thing?” You ask while trailing your nails down his waist. His stomach trembles and he gasps at the feeling, then he begins stuttering around a sentence.

“What i-if I…need to, y’know…” 

Even at a time like this, he’s shy, and it makes you laugh fondly. “What, cum?”

He nods. His cheeks are pink, his forehead is beading with sweat. He’s breathing harshly, and you figure he’s definitely not gonna last much longer.

“Just let me know, and I'll take it out.”

He nods and whimpers again when you start up the short, thrusting motions again. 

“Good, good,” he's mumbling repeatedly, eyes empty when you look at him. You smile at him and wrap a loose hand around his base. He starts shaking when you massage the area, and his fingers twitch uselessly. 

You keep both of your hands occupied with the motions, listening as Riwoo's noises raise in speed and pitch. You alternate between massaging his base and stroking his shaft, and when you look back at him, there's a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

“Aw Riri,” you coo, and his eyes flutter open. “What's wrong?”

“I t-think I’m gonn-a,” he hiccups. “N-not gonna l-last.” 

You hum in thought. “Like it better than you thought you would, huh, baby boy?” 

You can slide a majority of the rod in and out at a steady pace now, and Riwoo gasps out harshly when you move your hand down to massage his balls instead.

“Out, please, I–,” he starts. A few more tears tumble down his skin, and his hair roughs up as he shakes his head against the pillows. “Can’t t-take it, gonna– need it out.”

“I’ve got you, sweetie,” you oblige and start pulling the rod out, but the process is slow, because you don't wanna hurt him. You twist the rod slowly, teasingly as it slides along, and Riwoo's stomach convulses.

“Please, please, please–” he babbles, and you shush his cries as you ease the rod out of his opening. A milky white stream follows it immediately, and your mouth runs dry at the sight. Riwoo whines, and his hips do their best to buck up into the air, shaking you lightly where you’re still straddling him. You climb off of his thighs and lean down to lick up the side of his wet shaft, and he's jerking away from your overwhelming touch.

“No, no– don't,” he begs, and you ease up with a smile.

“What did you think, Riri?” You ask as you unbuckle the handcuffs. You massage the red marks they left on his wrists. 

“Think you’re gonna be the death of me.”

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a/n : i feel like this ends kind of abruptly, im sorry abt that!! please take aftercare seriously <3

[blueberrybeomgyu]

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