Thrill Ride - Chapter Three
genre: idol! juyeon x hairstylist!fem reader, smut, alternating povs, angst, love triangle, secret relationship, noona romance, gentle hero/good-bad-girl heroine.
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warnings: explicit mature content, cheating.
tags: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving).
word count: ~4k. you can skip juyeon's pov if you want to go straight to the smutty parts heheh
Chapter List. You can read this chapter on ao3 as well.
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3| Drive-In Festival
JUYEON
It's the final day of music show performances for this comeback, and Juyeon finds himself sinking into the dressing room's large, puffy black sofa, trying to sort through the overwhelming number of thoughts racing through his head. Despite his love for performing, he longs for some free time to deal whatever is going on between the two of you. If someone had told him a couple of months ago that he would be in this predicament, he would have burst out laughing at the absurdity. He's always been the type to avoid drama whenever possible. Yet, here he is now, fueled by the recklessness and overconfidence of youth, believing he can't get your boyfriend out of the picture.
Speaking of the devil... as he ponders, his train of thought is abruptly interrupted by your entrance into the room, hand in hand with Hongjoong. Juyeon sits up, trying to listen in on the small talk between your boyfriend and another staff member.
“…Yeah. Y/N and I are going to that Drive-In Festival this weekend. It’s all sold out, but if you want to tag along, our admission ticket includes everyone in the car and we have like… two spots left, right honey?” Juyeon can't help but roll his eyes at the use of pet names. “Just one. Sarah is coming with Boss.” Hongjoong notices Juyeon's keen interest and pushes you closer to his side, placing his hand firmly on your waist.
“The line-up for this festival is bomb. This time, none of those idol companies managed to sneak in, so we’re free from that kidz bop.” he boasts, relishing the sight of a slight twitch in Juyeon's face.
“Hongjoong… could you please not?” You whisper baffled by his childish taunting.
“What? I’m keeping it real. Even idols themselves don't always enjoy the music they perform, not to mention the overly obsessed fangirls.” Juyeon fights to maintain a straight face after hearing those insulting remarks, though you've already noticed his stern expression, and so has your boyfriend.
“Hongjoong!!” you nudge him with your elbow. “Mind you, I like many groups myself... maybe you're dating one those crazy fangirls you speak of”
“Oh, come on! You never listen to that crap at home or show any interest in those groups.”
The knots in Juyeon’s stomach pull tighter and tighter until he blurts “that’s not true.” What is he doing? “Personally I have seen Y/N taking interest in idols on more than one occasion. She sounded very passionate about them too.” Juyeon catches a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, and once again, you're giving him that silent, wary look, signaling him to stop.
“She was just being nice to you, kiddo.” Hongjoong scoffs.
“You’re right.” Juyeon smirks “She was so ni—” before he can finish he is interrupted by his manager “Juyeon-ah, let’s take a picture for Instagram, shall we?” Grabbing his arm, he takes Juyeon away from the scene. “Have you finally lost it? Get your shit together!” he scolds once they're at a safe distance.
“Okay, okay.” Juyeon takes one deep breath in and out. “I promise to behave for the remainder of this promotional cycle if you do me one last little favor.”
“I’m listening.”
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Y/N
It’s Saturday during the peak of summer. The weather couldn’t be any nicer, the band currently playing is getting the crowd hyped, and you had delicious food and cold beer within reach. It seemed like everything was in place for a flawless evening. The catch? For the entire week, you had been quarrelling with Hongjoong. It all started when you stumbled upon suspicious DMs on his phone and decided to confront him about it. In turn, he cornored you about Juyeon's reactions on that day at the TV station, and truth be told, you couldn't blame him because, well... his hunch was correct.
So here you are, in a rather unpleasant spot, to say the least. The presence of your friends Sarah and Boss is the only thing preventing a full-blown fight, although they are clearly uncomfortable with the tension.
“Hm… yeah. Everyone, I’m going to meet some friends and will be back soon.” Hongjoong announces after another 15 minutes of awkward silence at the camping table set up by his car, where the four of you were sitting.
As he leaves, Sarah lets out a long and heavy exhale. “Dang... whatever is going on between you two… you need to resolve it.”
“You were right about how I needed to keep my eyes open,” is all you can tell her for the time being.
Sarah tries to curb her stunned face and taps your shoulder. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t worry. Right now, I just need something stronger than this beer to survive the night.” You excuse yourself and head to the booze stand. As soon as you arrive, you ask for two shots of their strongest soju and finish each of them with one chug. Not enough. You should have ordered four at once. There’s a line now, but oh, well, you don't have anything better to do either. You join the queue and fidget with your cup, filled with nothing but ice cubes, while waiting for your turn.
“Stressed much?” A smooth voice says.
You look around and it’s Juyeon, standing right beside you. Butterflies take flight in your stomach. He’s wearing a cap, t-shirt from a band you didn’t even know he knew, ripped black jeans and Converses. Fuck, he looks good. As always.
“Yeah, man. My week has been tough. This one brat client at my job is giving me a hard time because he can’t stop implying certain things to my boyfriend. Kinda unprofessional, don't you think?.”
He bursts into laughter. “Sounds like your boyfriend is giving you hard time because he’s insecure and jealous. Very unprofessional.”
“Whatever, it’s always men.” You retort unbothered and unfazed. At this moment, you don’t even feel like defending Hongjoong to him anymore. “How did you even get here?”
“Borrowed the car from my manager after promising to put on my best behavior,” he tells you as you retrieve the two shots you ordered from the bartender. You decide to save one for yourself and hand the other to him, for the sake of your overworked liver.
“Here’s to your good boy era.” You clink your cups together and down the drink in one gulp. “What about the tickets?”
“Let’s just say I have my contacts…” he winks playfully.
“And you came here with…?”
“Alone.” You gaped.
“Juyeon-ah... what have we talked last time?” you scold him giving a slap on his shoulder.
“Hmmm...” he scratches his chin, pretending to ponder. “Something something we really should go on a date!” He answers with a wide, boyish grin, so cute and so pure that it made your heart flutter.
Feeling slightly lightheaded, you blurt out “I can’t be mad with you. . . not when you look like this. . .” your fingers trail down his chest, his face flushed under your full attention. You shouldn’t be acting like this in public. Well, actually, who cares? Apparently Hongjoong has been doing the same for God knows how long. “Are you getting shy? That’s sweet.” A deep shade of crimson spreads across his face as he attempts to conceal his flustered state provoked by your unusually direct approach.
“Well…” he looks down for a brief moment and looks up to you again. “I still stand by what I said…” he tells you softly. Juyeon’s penetrating gaze made you feel like you had this very palpable, yet hard to explain connection—the feeling of being wanted and loved stronger than you’ve ever felt before.Your fingers pause and linger as you watch the rise and fall of his chest. They travel up his exposed neck. His Addam's apple jumped and he swallowed. You drag your thumb along his bottom lip— the unttainable desire to bite it right there and now. Finally, your eyes lock, igniting an undeniable spark.
He leans in for a kiss, but you swerve, whispering near his ear, “Not here.” A mixture of lust and a petty desire for revenge takes hold of you. “Where is your car anyways?” You know exactly what you’re doing; but the thrill rushing through you just feels good.
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Juyeon promptly escorts you to his car, just a few steps away from the bustling intersection near the liquor concession. It's a large black SUV, the stereotypical "entertainment company car", which you find amusing. He is so clueless, it's endearing in a way, you think to yourself. Good thing luck is on his side because he's not doing much to keep things discreet.
As you settle into the backseat, he removes his cap and tousles his hair back into place. “Here, let me help you, that’s my one area of expertise after all,” you tell him, using your fingers to comb through his hair and style his bangs to your liking
JJuyeon takes hold of your hands, holding them gently in his own. “May I kiss you now or do we still have to do another round of push-and-pull?” he asks, voice barely audible, eyes locked with yours.
You chuckled. “No push-and-pull today but... what if I also stood by what I told you last time?”
He glances at the floor for a moment, searching his words, before meeting your eyes again. “Maybe I shouldn’t but—tonight, I’m taking whatever you are willing to give me.” Hell, it’s cruel to say yes, but also cruel to say no. With that realization, you free your hands and cradle his head, bringing your lips together. The slow tempo of his kiss growing urgent and deep as you feel each other’s tongues with every skipped breath.
His hands fall to your hips and massage your ass, inspiring fervor as he pulls you in closer. You slide your thigh over his lap, straddling him. However, as you steal a glance through the windshield, you swiftly pull away. "Shit. This place is too crowded for that," you tell him as he peppers kisses along your neck. People walk inches away from the car windows. You catch sight of two guys in the car ahead and a couple standing to the left.
“The windows are blacked out,” he whispers against your skin. “The tint is so dark it’s illegal.” You search his face, attempting to detect a lie. “Trust me.” As someone passes by, he boldly grabs your ass. Judging by their lack of reaction, he’s likely telling the truth.
“Why’d you park in such a busy stop though?” You surrender and crash his lips again. “You’re stupid.”
Juyeon doesn’t bother with a retort, diving into your mouth greedily, brushing his tongue with yours. The kiss tastes like alcohol, somewhat intoxicating you more.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathlessly whispers, gripping your hips tightly, his large hands holding you in place as he trails his nose and mouth back up your neck. “Can you feel me?” he murmurs, pressing you down firmly onto his lap. You hum in response, rubbing harder against his thickness between your legs.
“I think about you in the shower. I think about you in bed. I dream of you”.
You smile a little as you nibble on his lips. “Are we any good in your dreams?”
He swallows hard as you grind him slowly. “Yes, but they don't compare to the reality of your skin against mine... to this moment right here and right now,” he confesses, his tenderness melting you.
Taking the lead, you reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and he willingly obliges. As you take a moment to appreciate his chest and stomach, your mouth drying as a result. He has a nice chest—a really nice chest. So far, it was tied for first place with his stomach, face, neck, arms, shoulders, and hands as the most lickable part of his body. He follows suit and, before you could notice, he removed the dress's sleeves off your shoulders. His lips trail down from your neck to your collarbone, reaching your cleavage before pulling down the top of your dress to uncover your breasts. He took his time caressing and palming them, before you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly. The sensation of his bare skin against yours feels perfect and comforting, as if, as if you were where you are meant to be at that moment.
He clasps your waist, lifting you higher onto your knees so that your breasts are level with his face. His large hands grab them together as his moutgh eagerly explores. He encircles one nipple and then the other, sending tingles between your thighs. You grip the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair as your breasts swell into the heat of his open mouth. Your soft moans are interrupted once again by the sught of people dangerously close to his car. “Are you sure about this window?” He bobs his head yes, his tongue too busy swirling around your buds. “Maybe... I don't know... should we go to somewhere else?” You ask tentatively.
Juyeon wraps an arm around your waist and flips you onto your back on the seat. He hovers over you, pulling himself up with his arm, his breath heavy. “Do you really want to stop now?” His pleading eyes meet yours.
Your gaze lingers from his muscled stomach down to the tent inside his pants; his black jeans riding low on his waist looking deliciously inviting. Compelling argument. You reach to his belt, unfasten it and pull down his bottoms just enough to free his cock. You grab it, feeling his thickness pulse in your hand and start stroking the length. Juyeon squeezes his eyes shut, furrowing his eyebrows, silent moans leave his mouth. With your thumb you collect the precum leaking from the tip and spread it all over it. You pick up the pace and his breath starts to hitch. “Wait, slow down” he says under his breath, his little plea only makes you want to pump his shaft until he comes for you. You grip him tighter, hand merciless moving up and down. “Noona, wait… really...” He whimpers softly. Where did this come from? Shit must have got really serious because he had never called you that before. It arouses you more than you'd expect, driving you to clutch your inner thighs to soothe your aching core. You keep jacking him off eagerly, but he stops you, pulling your hands away from his shaft. He squeezes his cock roughly to interrupt the impending climax.
Your eyes are fixed on him the whole time, contemplating the view of his fucked-up state; the slickness between your legs gets impossibly wetter at such breathtaking view. He catches you biting your lip, trying not to smile.
“What?” He asks shyly, casting a half-smile that should be illegal. “Are you enjoying this?” You nod your head yes. “Let’s see how you’d do in my place.” He suddenly yanks your underwear and you release a little yelp at the suddenness of the movement.
Kneeling down on the floor, Juyeon’s nudges the skirt of your dress a little higher, just enough so it doesn’t get in his way. He spreads you gently, caressing the back of your knees as he hooks them over his shoulders. He plants one soft kiss on each of your inner thighs and fixes his gaze on your center. If you weren’t this drunk, you’d have blushed at all the staring. At this moment, however, you’re just catching your breath in anticipation, eager for his next move.
He starts tentatively with a gentle close-mouthed kiss, prompting you to exhale sharply the air you’d been holding. Another kiss, followed by a slow tasting. He hums his approval and covers your pussy with his mouth, his tongue gliding your slit up and down slowly, bringing the juices that leaked from your entrance to your nub. Supporting yourself on your elbows you reach for him, threading your fingers on his hair while you watch him licking you steadily.
“Do you like it?” he asks looking into your eyes, sucking your clit with slight pressure as he waits for an answer. Mmmh is all you manage to answer, throwing your head back. He flattens his tongue against your clit and samples you again and again and again “Fuck,” you cry out. Your panting must have gotten a tad too loud, because he reached up to clamp a hand over your mouth.
And then your eyes shoot up and you freeze.
Holy shit.
You spot Hongjoong just a few meters aways, standing close by the rear passenger side door, talking to someone in the concession line, a blonde girl beside him.
Juyeon notices the expression on your face and turn his head to see what had spooked you. He smirks when he spots your boyfriend. He turns back to your core. “Damn, Hongjoong,” he resumes flicking out his tongue. “Your girlfriend tastes so good.”
You pull away from his hand covering your mouth. “Shhh! He might hear us.” You whisper urgently, trying to keep your voice hushed.
He swirls his tongue around your clit once more. “Thanks for letting me borrow her, man.” His hands grasp your hips, tilting them upward and forward, buckling you against his face. He plunges in and gently rubs your clit with the tip of his nose while his tongue works up and down your slit.
“Oh, God,” you let it slip in the form of a moan.
Juyeon covers your mouth again, tsk-tsking you. “He might hear us,” he repeats your words, his quiet voice laced with humor, “he might hear your little cries and whimpers”. His words only drive you needier, your moans never ceasing as his tongue lashes your nub relentlessly.
Your hips start to twitch from the overwhelming sensitivity and Juyeon responds by firmly holding it in place so you can’t escape his tongue. Noticing you're close he inserts one finger inside and, gently tugging your clit between his lips, he shakes his head in a rapid side-to-side motion. This sends you over the edge, the tingling turns into heat that blooms from your nerve endings. You tug your hand in his hair and smother his face with your pussy, creating delicious friction that unravels you in a torrent of wrenching convulsions. He continues to suck on your clit, holding you steadfastly as you ride the orgasm wave.
The aftershocks come to an end and Juyeon presses a parting kiss to your sensitive nub, rises up and leans over you. “You look so pretty coming,” he says before kissing you. You can taste yourself in his mouth, his face covered with your cum; few things look hotter than that, you think to yourself.
Juyeon reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a condom. Your heart does a little flip-flop at the sight of his pratically-naked body, his erection hiking up almost to his navel as he tears the wrapper and rolls the condom. A sight you wish you could ink in your brain to revisit afterwards.
When he comes back down, you lock his hips with your legs and the tip of his cock finds the wet heat of your cunt like a magnet. Reaching down, Juyeon grabs hold of your hip and pushes inside slowly. You sense his body tensing as he rocked you against you. “You feel. . .” He exhaled. “You’re so warm”.
You just hum in response, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation of him filling you up. As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve yearned for this this moment for a while.
Juyeon thrusts and you clutch his waist to hang on as he slowly picks up the pace, sinking deeper inside you. His breath becomes heavy and lowers his body. Your nipples graze against his chest as he kisses you eagerly. Every sensation is a feast for your senses as his tip rubs against your sensitive walls. You relish the feeling of his tip rubbing your tender walls and, without thinking, clench and unclench your pussy around him, wrapping him tighter. “Wait, wait. . .” he cries out. In a swift motion, he pulls out, letting his cock rest between your folds. He leans downs and presses his lips to yours, “Sorry I can’t control myself today.”
“Give it back to me.” You whine, feeling empty without him.
“I need to cool down, or I’ll lose it.” He says placing fleeting kisses along your collarbone, his thumb pressing your swollen nub, tapping it gently.
“I want it.” You beg, kissing him hungrily. “Give it to me.” You bite down on his bottom lip, dragging it with your teeth.
Juyeon sighs. “What do I do with you?” He props himself up again and reaches to fit his tip at your entrance, pushing back inside you. His face twists in pain as he stills. “You just feel too good.” His rasped in your ear, his voince tinged with a hint of agony. He slides a hand under your ass, nestled in deeper and resumed moving. He withdraws, thrusts back into you, retreated, returned, building a a driving rhythm. "It's even better than I imagined. And I've imagined a lot," he moans softly, lost in the overwhelming sensations that consume both of you.
His lewdy cries ignite the longing in your core and you reach down, trying to soothe your throbbing clit. You ripple around him, your walls fisting his cock. “Noona. . . you made it too tight,” he whimpered, picking up his pace to fuck you faster and harder. “I can’t—I’m going to cum” he panted, squirming under your digits, his thrusts growing jerky as he comes apart inside you. With a breathy moan, he surged into you one last time, finding release.
Juyeon comes down, his spent body collapsing on top of yours. Your legs slide limply from around his waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You feel pure relief and bliss as if the weight of all the stress you had been enduring has been lifted. For a suspended moment, you let your mind wander far away.
A couple of minutes later, you startle awake, a surge of clarity coursing through you as you hear Juyeon tying a knot in the used condom.
“I came a lot.” He observes amused, his mouth agape as he marvels at the volume of cum deposited in the condom. “Buckets, really.”
You crack a smile, but untangle yourself from him, moving to dress yourself.
“What?” Juyeon asks noticing the shift in you expression.
“Nothing, it's fine.” You try to disguise the million thoughts running in your head with a timid smile, trying not to ruin the mood again. It's not guilt that haunts you this time, but a sense of reprehensibility. You may or may not have revenge fucked someone else instead of dealing with the underlying issue properly. The twinge of regret stems more from the possibility of messing with Juyeon's feelings, given how genuine and sweet he's consistently been with you. And you don’t even know if you should reciprocate it. Or how to navigate this at all.
“Hey. . .” He reached for you. “Come here.” He gathered you in his arms and kissed your temple and cheek.
“Juyeon, are you sure—”
“Shh,” he whispered in your ear and kissed you on the lips. “Don’t worry about me. I meant what I said earlier about, you know, taking whatever.”
You sigh. “I shouldn't be sharing this with you, but. . . I might break up with Hongjoong after all.” You tell him with measured words.
His mouth hung open. “For real?” He asked with widened eyes. If he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging. “That’s great news. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“See, this is why. I don’t want you to think this means anything for us. . .”
“Waaa. Really? You wouldn’t give me one single date?! You’re so heartless, it gives me chills, look,” he says playfully, unable to contain his smile, pointing to his arm to show goosebumps that aren’t there.
“Ok. One date.” You melted into a puddle at the overload of sweetness. How could you resist him? “You win this one.”
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After pondering over and over again, you finally gather resolution. It's time to break free from a relationship that hasn't been doing nothing good for both of you. You send a message to your boyfriend, letting him know that you went home alone while he was out with his “friends”, but that you strongly feel the need to meet in person to discuss the state of your relationship.
Hours and you get no answers, until your phone begins ringing at 6 am on Sunday. It's Hongjoong calling you. What the hell? He wants to talk in the wee hours of morning? At first, you ignore the calls, but he persists, bombarding you with messages across all possible apps. You give up and decide to take a look.
“Call me… please… it’s urgent.”
The message sounds serious and even ominous enough to convince you to return his call. He answers promptly, but all you can hear on the other end is the sound of him sobbing. Your heart skips a beat as you anxiously wait for him to speak. It's not looking good.
“What happened?” you ask him, a whirlwind of catastrophic scenarios flooding your mind.
“Y/N… my father… he passed away.”
Your heart and stomach drop. Sometimes the worst you can imagine really happens.
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a/n: part of the car scene is a remix of Penelope Douglas' "Punk 57" book. Great stuff!