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[nunisumimaeumi]

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!

[nunisumimaeumi]

Thrill Ride - Chapter Two

genre: idol! juyeon x hairstylist!fem reader, alternating povs, smut, angst, smut with little plot, love triangle.

synopsis: juyeon develops an unlikely relationship with a committed hairstylist.

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warnings: explicit mature content, cheating.

tags: public (female) masturbation, dry-fucking

you can also read this chapter on ao3.

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2| CJ E&M Center

Y/N

You wake up in the morning to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. It’s a message from Juyeon.

“Thought of you all night…”

You instantly delete it, glancing over your shoulder to check if Hongjoong is still asleep. The two of you are naked in his bed. Last night the sex was the best you had in months. Maybe the fact that you thought of your little session with Juyeon the whole time has something to do with it. Maybe. Right now, what is on your mind is: this has to stop. Pull yourself together, woman. You’re not ending your long term relationship with your boyfriend over some younger guy who has to publicly make a vote of chastity to his fans. That would be ridiculous. You’re smarter than that.

Your inner dialogue is interrupted by Hongjoong's yawn as he slowly wakes up. You ogle his bulky and ripped body and gets a little turned on. Mess.

“Morning, honey,” he greets you, sitting up. “You were amazing last night, you know that?” He plants a kiss on your lips. You could go for another round but he shoots you with “hey, I’m running late for work... would you mind making my protein shake? Don’t forget it’s 3 scoops of powder and—”

“400 ml of soy milk and 1 spoon of probiotics. I know, I know.”

“Thanks babe, I’m going to shower. Don’t forget to wash the blender afterwards.”

As Hongjoong heads into the bathroom, you feel the urge to reply to Juyeon. But you shouldn’t, right?

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It turns out that Sarah has scheduled you to work at all The Boyz’s activities.

“Sarah… can I not? Please? Those are super tiring,” you whine to her.

“Sorry, friend. There are 12 of them and we’re short-staffed” You let out a grunt. “What’s up with the attitude, girl? Thought you were besties with what’s-his-face and everything. I even assigned you for this solo video he’s doing.”

“You what?! Nooo, Sarah! Bad, bad, Sarah.”

“Oopsie!” She replies with a cheeky smile. “That’s the day after tomorrow by the way, hwaiting!”

You had been doing a good job avoiding Juyeon at those music shows gigs, where their schedule was usually packed and interactions were limited. However, this solo video project means you'll have to spend a significant amount of time with him.

“Just wondering… did you see Hongjoong in the last day of the Paradise City job?” Sarah asks you frowning her face with concern.

“Yup, I did. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that…” she purses her lips, “uh… some acquaintances saw him at Itaewon with friends… and some girls.”

You side-eye her. “Well, he got out of his way to pick me up that day. No matter what is being implied here, he came home with me, and TMI alert: we had an amazing night.”

Her face contorts with disgust. “Eew, spare me the details next time. Anyways… I don’t know. I really think you should keep your eyes open…”

“Sarah, every now and then, some model or the garden variety tries to shoot her shot with him and it leads to nothing. Come on you’ve seen it yourself how he shuts down those girls. I got this.”

“If you say so…”

“Yeah, I’m saying so.”  you assert, putting on a confident front. But deep inside, your heart drops, and your mind is racing. Last night… was he thinking of somebody else… the way I was?

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You arrive at CJ E&M Center and the place is crowded with masked up girls armed with their chunky DSLR cameras, a few even brought stairs to get the perfect shot. Fansites. You read their ID plaques – the ones they usually carry to flash at their idols so they can pose to the right lenses – half of them are there for Juyeon. Damn, another reason to stay away from him.

After getting lost in the maze-like corridors of Mnet’s floor, you finally reach Studio Choom’s dressing room. Upon entering, you spot him. 

Juyeon is sitting on a chair, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you, smiles with his eyes upon seeing you. However shoot him a stern look, silently telling not now. The room is bustling with staff members, including production assistants, makeup artists, coordinators, managers, and you know well that people in this industry like to run their mouths.

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You think you’ve aced disguising any traces of you and Juyeon having something more than strictly professional and amicable? relationship.

Little did you know everyone was talking behind your back about your rather odd dynamics.

As you’re filling your cup of tea in the coffee break room, Minhee – a MUA from your studio – approaches you. “Hey… not to be nosy but what’s up with you and the talent?”

You almost spill your drink. “What do you mean??” You ask, exasperated.

An embarrassed Minhee tries to explain herself. “I mean… what’s the nature of your relationship… you’re kind of…” she searches for words “a little… skinship-y? And chatty? Like you had some inside jokes?” Holy crap, you’re in deep shit.

“HAHAHAAH,”  you attempt to play it off, overcompensating by laughing like a maniac. “That’s hilarious.” ou then lean on Minhee, wrapping your arms around her and placing your hands on your belly, pretending to be in pain from laughing. “Me? No, no, no, never. Hahah what a silly mistake, that’s just my personality… you know me, Minhee, I’m touchy like that.” You pat her shoulder. “Most importantly, I have a boyfriend. Thought you knew him? Hongjoong?”

“Oh… sorry,” she says, trying to pull away from your octopus arms.

“We are just friendly y'know… He’s like the clueless little brother who needs assistance sometimes… it’s all very very superficial though.”

“A-ah… I see…” Minhee just nods, smiling awkwardly to get out of your face as fast as she can.

When Juyeon comes back to change his hairstyle for the next segment, you’re in panic. Seems like everyone in the room has been sussing you. Unfair. You don’t even have anything going on. You kissed once… ok maybe more than kissed… but just this one time! And in a moment of weakness! Sigh.

“Juyeon, I heard that you’re single…” Yeonjin, the coordi, starts.

“Yes, I’m an Idol after all,” Juyeon replies with the most convincing innocent smile on his face.

"But I heard from that other guy from your group… what’s his name? The one with a long neck…” she continues.

“Changmin.”

“Well, he said you guys don’t have a dating ban anymore, so…”

“Yeah, Juyeon-ah! You should enjoy your youth,” you barge in the convo in a attempt to clear the air about you. “I have this idol client-friend who would be a great match,” you whisper her name in his ear. “She is a 98 liner too. Do you want me to set you up with her?”

But Juyeon just shakes his head. “No,” he says softly. “She’s nice but she’s not what I like.”

“So what is your type?” Yeonjin inquires. As you work on his hair, you steal glances at him, and when you look up, he's staring right at you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“I like my women a little bit older,” he states boldly, his gaze daringly directed at you. The entire room seems to be paying attention to this conversation now.

“Oh... older okay…” You try to disguise how flustered his answer got you. “I have another client who is a 95-liner and she is sooo your type.”

“Nah, I said older. 3 years – that’s basically the same age”.

“Are you even Korean?” You retort in a mocking tone.

“I believe I have told you I like women who are more experienced and mature than me.” Your mouth falls agape. He knows how to fuck with your head. A whispery “daebak” slips out of Yeonjin's mouth. A wide-eyed Minhee looks at him and back at you, much like the audience of a tennis match.

Once ahold of yourself, you try to brush it off. “This is just code for SNSD fanboy isn’t it?”

Obliviously, Yeonjin laughs. “Right, right. Guys his age were all their fans when they were in school.” You feel relieved people are buying into it and gossiping about all A/B tier male idols who are SNSD fans. “Yah! Bangtan Sonyeondan V had this major crush on Yoona, I heard of” someone adds from the back.

“I don’t know Yoona, but I could maaaybe set you up with Yuri if you give me some time. Big maybe and very unlikely though. Your best bet still is the 98-liner I told you about.” And with that last line everyone just moves on to another hot topic. You smile to yourself in triumph. Juyeon, on the other hand, is glaring at you.

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As the recording session comes to an end and people start gathering their tools to leave, only the staff from Cre.Ker and Studio Choom remain behind to review the footage and finalize the editing details. Before packing up your belongings, you decide to sneak a peek at the wardrobe and costume room. Dozens of luxurious clothes hang on the racks, creating a wonderland for fashion aficionados. You take the see the garments up-close, feeling the fabrics and admiring the intricate embroideries.

Suddenly, your eyes are covered. “Guess who?” Sigh. It’s Juyeon.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the people from your company?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“I had to sneak out before you pulled a French exit on me again,” he replies with soothing ASMR-like voice.

“Touching stuff and everything, but you’re seriously risking your job and mine with this, so I’m just gonna leave, see ya!” You reach for the door knob, but he holds you from behind.

“We’re not doing anything... you know, bad… stay, please,” he begs.

You try to pull away, but you don’t stand a chance against his longer-than-the-average-male-height wingspan. “Let me go--” Juyeon covers your mouth, and shooshes you, “footsteps,” he warns.

“Juyeon?” Someone outside calls. “Juyeon? Where are you?”

“I think he went into the wardrobe room,” another male voice suggests. Shit.  Without releasing his grip on you, Juyeon guides you to the back of the room. "Duck!" he whispers urgently as you find refuge between two racks. Startled, you hesitate for a moment, prompting him to push you down to the floor, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you in place.

The doork creaks open as someone enters “Juyeon?” the man calls out, sweeping the room. Meanthwile, you peak Juyeon texting behind you.

The man call his several times until a voice from the corridor yells, “just got a text from him! He needed to use the bathroom and take a break.”

“Ah. Okay!” The man walks out. “I guess we can wait.”

“Pheew. That was close.” Juyeon makes a mental note to buy his manager a piece of marbled beef thanking for this cover-up.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, not even kidding now,” you threaten him in a low voice. When you elbow his stomach in an attempt to break free, both of you end up tumbling to the floor. “Fair enough,” he grunts as his backs hits the ground.

“Shit. Are you okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned.

“Better now that you’re on top of me,” he smirks, holding you tighter.

“Idiot.” You struggle to pull away from him, causing both of you roll onto your sides, your back against his chest. You squirm some more; the friction between your bodies inadvertently triggers a jolt from your waist down. Time to stop. Both of you halt your efforts for a second, taking in the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other. Just when you can feel Juyeon hard against your hips...

“Ok, I’m sorry, you win” he declares his defeat short of breath, perhaps suddenly aware of the situation and afraid of crossing any boundaries. “You’re free to go.” He releases you from his tight embrace.

You know you should get up and go, but you found yourself wavering. The lingering feeling of his warm body against yours making a strong case for you to stay... No. You should get up. You are moving. Any second now. 

If only the pulse in your heart and between your legs could subside for a moment to help clear the fog in your head... But then, you feel his fingertips on you. Did he hear your racing heartbeat? Or was it your clear hesitancy? Who knows. What matters is that his touch grazes your exposed hip, as if he wants to hold you back. The soft pads of his digits sinking into your flesh work like throwing a lit match into a puddle of gasoline. And it did start the fire.

Ignited, your hand reaches for the back of his neck, holding onto it; your head turns to his, and, finally, your lips crash against his. The burning need of his mouth on yours doesn’t cool down, instead it consumes you and spreads under your skin like wildfire. Juyeon rushes into your flames: he props himself up on an elbow and holds your jaw to deepen the kiss, pouring his combusting desire into you, and you recklessly take it; truth is, you wanted to feel his breath, tongue, lips on you one more time. His hand slides under your shirt, sizzling as it nudges every inch of your torso. Your eyelids flutter closed at his touch, pulling him in close to press his hardness against you. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers in your ear.

His words wash over you, bringing you back to your senses... to a certain extent. You’re being so fucking selfish. Not only to your boyfriend but also to him. There is no possible good outcome from this.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong on so many levels.” You muster the will to tell him. “The first time, we had a few drinks, inhibitions got lowered… not the best excuse but… It has to end today, seriously.”

That doesn’t stop him. He leans in and snatches your bottom lip between his teeth, dragging out gently. “Is that why you were setting me up with random women?” His hands caress your breasts; you squeeze your legs shut to ease the ache between them.

“Yes? You’d be better off with someone single and your age.” He lifts your shirt and pulls down your bra. You watch him without doing nothing. This won’t make a difference, right? As long as it doesn’t go any further than kissing.

“Ever thought I know what’s better for me?” he asks softly while flickering your nipple with his tongue. You gulp.

“You don’t know any better… you’re in your early twenties…” he plants open mouth kisses, lips grazing your sensitive skin. Your free hand moves on its own and fondle his hair while he treats you.

“Young and dumb?” he suckles your nipple, a hiss escapes your mouth. Your core feels already so warm and damp, and you can tell he’s just as needy by the way his hips sway to meet yours.

“I didn’t say that… but yes,” his hand creeps down your stomach. “Listen. We can’t be discovered. My colleague said everyone was onto us today.” He slides inside your underwear. You were already giving in. In fact, your body had already said yes and was behaving accordingly, letting his fingers run through your wet folds. “Juyeon… I’m serious,” his name coming out of your mouth a tad more moany than intended, prompting his bulge to twitch against you.

“If you want to keep this a secret shouldn’t you be more worried about buying my silence?” His question laced with a boyish smugness as his thumb stops on your nub and he feels it pounding for him.

You suck in a breath. “Oh, fuck you. Don’t even joke about that,” you scold him. He dips one digit inside you.

“Come on, buy my silence…” he hummed as he slid a second finger, plunging them in-and-out on slow pace. You unzip and pull down your pants and underwear.

“You should buy my silence. I can inflict much more damage on you,” you taunt, thrusting against his bulge to get a grunt out of him.

“Should we seal an agreement then?” He pumps his fingers a few times in long, full strokes, before bringing them up coated to swirl your clit.

“Yes…” your hips buckle to meet his movements. “I mean, no… Depends on your conditions.” You tell him amid raggedy breaths. The sound of your fingers unzipping his trousers surprise you. You want this more than you thought and it's clear as day by the way you brush your ass against his cock in a circular motions until you get a kick from feeling him shudder because of you.

“Stop passing me around like I’m disposable.” He digs his fingers soaked with your wetness to spread you wide open for him. You hook your upper leg around his thighs, giving him space to cover your whole pussy with his hand. “I know what I want.”

“Fine.” Your voice barely a faint, but the reluctance still perceptible. When he pumps back inside you, his long fingers crook against your front walls and the heel of his palm presses your clit. You can feel your face flushing and how you’re dripping wet. It’s so hard to think in this state, you just want to grind his hand until you come. “And you should be discreet in public. Curb your little crush.” You manage to spill breathless.

Finally unable to retort, he buries his head on your neck, nibbling and breathing hard against it. You can feel already so close to coming, thighs tensing, stomach recoiling. To push yourself over the edge, you cover his hand on your pussy with your own, pressing it into yourself. You grind against him harder and harder, his whimpers falling on your ears. Clenching and unclenching around Juyeon’s digits, he dives them deeper to rub your soft spot. And then it hits you. Quick short whiny breaths leave your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut as the heat in your clit starts bursting, the release sending you shivers and little convulsions to your hips.

This is so, so bad, is the first thought you have when you come down from your high. How did things escalate so quickly? You were about to cut him off. You derailed like a trainwreck. 

As you get out of your head, you notice Juyeon’s chest is also heaving. “Did you?…” you ask him.

“Yes.” He answers shyly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah… I'm heading straight to the bathroom.” He plants a kiss on your shoulder and caresses it.

“Juyeon…”

“Yes!” He answers enthusiastically, clueless about what you’re going to say.

You gather your thought for a brief moment. “Look… We have to leave it at that. Trust me when I say. I'm not the right person for you.” 

He closed his eyes for a moment and then whipped them open, looking dumbfounded. “Haven’t you heard anything I’ve been trying to tell you? And what about our agreement?” He words carry a hint of wound injustice.

“You know that we said those things in the heat of the moment, come on...” His face closed. “Don’t give me that look. Don’t make things more difficult than they need to be, please.”

“Y/N.” His tone softened, and you could see the struggle within him. “It’s not—I know this is wrong. You think I don’t know?” He runs a hand through his hair. “But you have to know this isn’t just a fling to me” he says firmly.

Your heart dropped. “I’m really sorry. I’m older and should’ve been wiser. But you knew what you were dealing with from the get go...You and I have known each other for a month or so. Hongjoong and I, we have history, years...”

“I don’t want to hear about that right now.” He interrupts, jaw clenched.

“Well, you have to. I’m going to walk out that door, and we’re going to move on with our lives, and very soon, you’ll realize this was nothing but lust we shouldn’t have indulged from day one. So yeah. This is it. No more after this.” You declare, already standing up to leave.

He sticks out his tongue, pressing it against his cheek. “Okay... fair enough” he deeply exhales, his eyes roams the room. “I’ll still keep on wanting you though. Feel free to do whatever you want with that information.” He murmured in your ear, cold chills going up your spine and down. His words wouldn’t leave the back of your mind for weeks to come.

[nunisumimaeumi]

Thrill Ride (working tilte) - Chapter One

Juyeon x Reader

genre: idol! juyeon x hairstylist!fem reader, alternating povs, smut, angst, smut with little plot, love triangle, noona romance.

synopsis: juyeon develops an unlikely relationship with a committed hairstylist.

See chapter list.

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warnings: explicit mature content, cheating.

tags: public (female) masturbation, dry-fucking

a/n: for the prologue, check ao3. i chose not to publish here because it takes some work and i don’t feel the chapter is even good or interesting enough.

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1| Paradise City

Y/N

It’s 4 am and you’re heading to the Paradise City Resort and Theme Park in Incheon. The salon’s van is dead silent, everyone trying to take a nap before the long hours of work ahead. Unable to sleep, you decide to check the message you’ve just received. You release a cackle but quickly cover your mouth to muffle the sound. Not fast enough to stay outside your friend Sarah’s radar.

“What’s that?” she asks you raising an eyebrow.

“Oh it’s nothing. Juyeon just sent me this funny meme of some ahjussi from an Alpine Club. Their youtube channel is hilarious too.”

“Juyeon as in the guy from The Boyz…? Who we are seeing… like now?” she gets closer to you, trying to take peak at your chat history.

“Yeah. He got my kakaotalk with Seojin last week and we’ve been talking between schedules too. Nice guy.”

“Hul. Does he message you often?” she gives you a suspicious look squinting her eyes.

“Stop it. Stop it right now.” You roll your eyes. “He’s a nice kid. I’m like his cool aunt.”

“Girl. You’re not old enough to be his aunt.” She gives you a deadpanned look.

“Yeah, yeah, okay whatever” you wave your hands at her face to dismiss her point “I guess I’m a cool noona. Anyways. Don’t run your mouth next to Hongjoong though, just in case.”

“Oh my gosh! Is he still pulling his possessive alpha stunt?” She scowls her face. “Don't you ever get tired?”

“C’mon it’s not that bad. It’s not like I can’t have male friends, I just have to… you know manage carefully sometimes”. She sides-eye you.

Sarah doesn’t really approve your relationship with Hongjoong. She did at first. But after confiding some of the situations you’ve been through with him she told you to break things off. But you know his good sides. And how he helps you with loneliness, most of the times. So you simply stopped confiding your couples’ issues with her because you know what she will say anyways.

“Where is he anyways?”

“He’s coming by later with his car I think.” You answer, without paying attention to her pointed tone. “He dropped by super late and drunk at my place. Try to wake him up but he was just dead.”

“Sleazybag.” she murmurs and you pretend you didn't hear it.

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JUYEON

Juyeon sees you and Hongjoong arguing from afar. His blood boils seeing how he mistreats you in broad daylight. He watches you pulling away from him as a woman pops up calling him to help with something. As you walk in a fast pace towards the tree house in the Hotel’s green area, he goes after you.

Not knowing it was him, you speed up your pace as you hear footsteps behind you.

“Hey! Y/N!”

You flinch startled. “Jesus fucking Christ, Juyeon! You scared me.” You dramatically put your hand over your chest feeling your heart beating. “God, men are really clueless about what scares women. Thought you were a psychopath or something”

“Or your boyfriend…” Juyeon mumbles.

“What?” your face goes blank trying to process what he said.

“Nothing. What are you doing?”

“I just thought of resting a bit at that tree house over there”.

“Cool. Can I join?” Juyeon pleads casting his best puppy eyes.

“Don’t you have something more important to do?” you cock your eyebrow as you stare at him.

“No, I don’t have to shoot another scene for a few hours… please?” Juyeon pouted.

“Ugh. Only if you stop doing whatever is going on with your face. And I’m going to rest. Desperately in need of a nap.”

When you get there, you see that you have to climb steep steps to get to the top.

“Ladies first” he shows you the way.

You don’t notice but as he sees you climbing he gulps at the sight and tries to look away before something really embarrassing happens.

“Hey are you coming or not?” you ask staring down at him.

“Just a minute I got a text from my… friend”. Juyeon pretends to check his kakaotalk while clearing his head of lewdy thoughts. When he finally gets there, you’re already laid down on your back, covering your head with a hat. Sighing, he sits in the corner quietly, putting his ear buds on.

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After a good 30 min nap, you wake up slowly and check your phone for the hour, letting out a yawn. You turn yourself to Juyeon, eyes still half closed, and slap his ankle, “what are you listening to?”

“My chill playlist. Why? Wanna join?” you nod your head and he passes you an earbud.

When a new song starts playing Juyeon notices your eyes widening. “What?” he asks.

“Wow. You know this song?” you sit yourself up in excitement. It’s Valentine by Fiona Apple. “Yes. It’s one of my favorites. So soothing.”

“Aren’t you full of surprises, Lee Juyeon?” you look at him head-to-toe with a smirk and he hides a shy smile pursing his lips. You kind of like to make him feel embarrassed, it’s cute.

Your phone starts buzzing. You take a look at it and ughs. You’re not in the mood to go back to that discussion.

“Aren’t you answering that?” Juyeon asks you.

“No.” you hug your legs and lay your head on your knees, smiling at him playfully as if you were some kid doing shenanigans.

“Who is it?” he cocks an eyebrow as he stares at you.

“Hongjoong.” You sigh.

“Oh.” He says failing to hide a displeased face. “Him.”

“Why are you twitching your face like that, bro? Are you having a stroke?” you ask him.

First of all, don’t bro me, Juyeon thinks. “Oh, it’s nothing. Why don’t you want to pick up?”

“Oh, it’s nothing” you answer, mimicking him. “How you like that?”

“Okay, okay” he bobs his head acknowledging defeat. “How about… you tell me why you guys were fighting about earlier and I’ll tell you why I made that face?” he looks at you biting his lip as if he made a bold proposal.

“So, in short... he woke up late for work today and he blamed me for not making him a morning call. And then I told him that maybe if he went out and drank less during the week he wouldn’t need me as his personal alarm clock system. And then he got really mad and started throwing in my face things his parents say about me. So, you know, boring stuff.” You turn to him “Your turn.”

Juyeon stares at you tentatively “I... don’t like him.”

You laugh. “Evidently. But why?”

“We’ve known each other for a couple of weeks and I’ve seen him being a douchebag to you a handful of times already.” His jaw clenches. “He’s kind of a piece of garbage.”

You’re taken aback by his words. “Juyeon, he’s not a bad person. I promise you. He’s just in a bad phase because of his--”

“Sorry, but restrictive diets don’t make people say hurtful things, among other stuff” he interrupts you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. As you said, you’ve only known me for a couple of weeks. Don’t assume things.” You retort coldly.

“I’m not assuming, I’m telling what I’m seeing.” Juyeon tells you softly, already regretting blurting out his honest opinion.

“You know what? I probably should get going. I have bailed for too long.” You say, getting up harshly. What pisses you off the most is that he’s not entirely wrong.

“Hey…” he tries to stop you with a tap on your shoulder.

“It sucks that you think I’m such a doormat, Juyeon. And you’re so wrong about it too.” You exit, leaving him there alone and dumbfounded.  

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Y/N

You wake up the next day a little later than the day before but still tired as fuck. Video shoots are hard. You were happier when you weren’t picked for these jobs. Might as well talk to Sarah and use your best-friend-of-the-owner privileges to avoid being in this predicament again.

Before you leave your door you see a bouquet of wild flowers by the entrance.

I’m sorry, honey. I love you.

Hongjoong.

You smell it and see a red box of jewelry nested inside. You open the box and there’s a white gold Cartier bracelet. You put it in your arm before leaving. At least Hongjoong is not cheap when apologizing.

The moment you sit in your work’s van you decide to face your unreplied kakaotalk messages. 30 unread messages from Juyeon. It’s basically him profusely apologizing for yesterday.

I’ve never seen you as a doormat. I just think you deserve better and you could get better at any time.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me?

I’m an idiot. It won’t happen again. Unless… nevermind, it won’t happen again. Promise.

You sigh. He’s a sweet dude and had the best intentions. Besides, you have to admit it’s been a while since you hit it off with somebody like that. You both could effortlessly talk for hours and felt so comfortable with each other, no hierarchical uptightness or awkward vibes. You smile to yourself noticing how he’s been sending you good morning, good afternoon and good night messages ever since he got your number. Heck. It wasn’t a big deal and you were just pissed with that situation that is over anyways.

“Ok. I forgive you. But you’re on fucking thin ice.”

You laugh thinking he might have a heart attack reading that. But you also don’t want him walking on eggshells, so you send him:

“I’m kidding LOL we’re good. See you later!”

You notice he’s online and has started typing. He types. And types and types... Damn, he’s writing an essay. But when the message arrives it’s just one single line:  

“Can’t wait.”

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“Everyone, it’s a wrap!” The director announces to all cast and crew on site. Loud cheers echo.

It seems like you’ve worked with every member but Juyeon today. You just watched him from afar doing his thing. His final outfit is white pants with a blue, red and white striped cardigan and nothing else underneath. You’ve got to admit that he looks fine. More than fine, if we are being honest here. Ok, he's really good-looking, but you know... as in that's his job type of way. It's like he's a work of art in a museum. No, this analogy props up his appearance too much...

“Hey, are you coming with us?” Sarah put an end to your inner dialogue.

“Nah. I’m super tired today. I just want to take a nice shower and crash in my bed.” It’s what you tell her but in reality you plan to grab a couple of drinks from the hotel’s bar while you can put it on Cre.ker’s tab. You’re just exhausted for a big group hangout.

Before directing yourself to the bar you try to spot Juyeon. He’s still there talking all giddy to his members. You sigh, retreating in defeat.

You don’t catch it but as you leave the set Juyeon follows you with his eyes.

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You sit down at the hotel bar and think that you’re maybe too dressed down for the ambiance. But fuck that, the past two days were rough on you. Resolutely, you order your tequila shot and frozen margarita to the accomodating bartender.

“Same for me please!” Juyeon pops out of nowhere, startling you.

“Jesus. You do have to stop showing up unannounced.” He chuckles grabbing a seat next to you.  

“Can you even handle your liquor?” You tease him.

“Excuse you. I handle my liquor alright.” He protests.

“Right, right… bet you get all flushed and sleepy after two soju bottles.”

“Ok, ok. I deserve it.” he says pursing his lips and staring at floor.

The drinks arrive and you do the tequila ceremony together. Piece of lime, arriba, abajo, al centro y adentro, pinch of salt. Both of you contort your faces after quickly taking the shot.

“Don’t you have a curfew or something?” you tease him once again.

“I kind of do. And I have to wake up early too. But you know...” he bites his lips.

“Tired of following rules?” you ask him, already sipping your margarita.

“No. Some things are worth breaking rules for.” He says looking at you, head tilted, hand on his chin and finger resting on his lower lip. You stare back at him daringly, trying to get him embarrassed once again. But something in the air has shifted. Are you already light-headed because you haven’t eaten since midday? In any case, you break eye contact first, blushing for the first time since you met him.

“Interesting.” Juyeon says scratching his chin.

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He lets a small chuckle out. “How’s the margarita?” he changes the subject.

You can't put your finger on it, but something does feel different.

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Next thing you know, there is no one in the bar except for you two and a group of very drunk business men. You look at your phone’s clock.

“Shit. The subway.” You put your hands on your head.

“Guess we are grabbing a cab,” Juyeon smirks at your desperation.

You check your phone 3 missed calls from Hongjoong. You call him putting your index finger over your mouth, warning Juyeon to stay quiet. “Honey, where are you?” you catch Juyeon eye rolling at your use of pet names. “Could you give me and my friend a ride? We are still at the resort… they had to reshoot some scenes”. Juyeon bursts into laughter upon hearing your blatant lies. You cover his mouth with your hand and give him an intense look of disapproval as if he were some bratty kid. “Can you send me your real time location? Thank you~” you turn off the call.

“See? Just saved us like a 100 bucks getting us a ride home.” You announce triumphantly.

“I’m not going with you though. Don’t want to cause trouble.” He asserted dissatisfied.

“Don’t be silly. You wouldn’t cause any trouble.” You tell him. “He’s not a barbarian, you know.”

“Sure. And you lied to him because that’s your pastime?”

“Feeling a little brave after drinking?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, sorry.” He brushes your knee. “Blame it on the alcohol.” His apology pointed with sarcasm, but you let it slide because this side of him amuses you. 

You sigh. “Let me put you in a cab then?”

“Nope. How long until he arrives? I’m just calling a cab in the app when he’s near.”

“Like 30 minutes.”

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Both of you walk the long corridor a little bit tipsy until Juyeon trips and reaches for the wall, propping himself up against it.

“Hey. Thought you handled your liquor--” before you finish the sentence he takes your hand and pulls you, shoving both of you through a door. You stumble into a room, taking some time to process and realize it’s the hotel’s indoor swimming pool. No lights are on and it’s only lit by the pink and blue neon lights coming from the outside through the huge windows.

“Juyeon what the he—” once again, not letting you finish he advances on you, backing you up into the wall. Your heart pounds and you feel a fluttery feeling in your stomach. You place your hands on his chest, trying to avoid that he gets any closer than he already is.

Staring down at you he says, “your stupid boyfriend is fucking lame,” his warm and ethylic breath falling across your lips.

“Juyeon, you’re drunk, man.” His hands drop to your waist and then to the sides of your hips. “-Am not. Even if I was it’s still true.” He clasps the small of your back, closing the inch of a distance between your hips. Trying to ignore the heat between your legs, you swallow the lump in your throat and attempt to break the loud sound of silence with anything that could stop him.

“Let’s not ruin our friendship, Juyeon,” you faltered, coming off pathetically unconvincing, even to yourself. He dives into your neck, planting it with kisses. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I want you to ruin me,” he murmurs close to your ear. Fuck. You exhale deeply. Juyeon cups your face with his big hands, his dark eyes fixed on you. You both breathe shallowly into each other’s mouths, until he finally ends your agony by slamming his lips down on yours, easing his pant into a deep kiss.

You stop holding yourself and just go for more and more of him, sinking into him. You press your body against his, feeling the bulge in his jeans rubbing you. The pulse between your legs pumps, longing for more. Without letting go of your tongue, Juyeon reaches down and grabs the back of your thigh, lifting your leg. You buckle your hips on his groin, locking your leg around him. His hands fall on your ass where he grips you on both sides, guiding your motions on his cock.

Your phone starts to obnoxiously ring. Shitshitshit.

“Don’t answer” Juyeon lets out a whiny plea.

But you were already abruptly taken out of the dry-fucking trance as if someone woke you up with an ice bucket. And you know who’s calling.

You break away from Juyeon. “It’s Hongjoong I have to get it,” you say, still short of breath. “Don’t do anything dumb, please.” You answer the call as Juyeon watches you placing soft kisses from your neck to your cleavage.

“Hi honey, you’re here?”

Once again triggered by the pet name, Juyeon slips a “Pfft” against your skin. He then intently slides his hands under your skirt, his fingers coming for your clit. You glare at him, but he’s not even paying attention, focused on his mission.

“Five minutes?!”

His thumb starts working on your clit doing circular motions over your damp underwear. Fuck, this devil. You inhale and hold your breath, trying to not slip a moan, “right. Yes. Yes. I can meet you at the main entrance”.

You turn off the phone, finally exhaling.

“Not cool,” you scold him, to which he just snorts.

“Let’s get you to your dumbass boyfriend. I want to take a good look at him welcoming you, no clue that his girlfriend was just all over my—”

“Shut up!” You interrupt him, snatching his lips with your own.

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Notes: I write smut for myself as a hobby. I decided sharing my ""work"" publicly because there are very few The Boyz smuts out there, so this might provide some entertainmet for those craving new stories. I know I get excited whenever a new work is published, at least. Anyhow, sorry for the subpar writing, hope this can be helpful to someone out there!

[nunisumimaeumi]

Thrill Ride - Chapter List

Juyeon x Reader

status: ONGOING

genre: idol! juyeon x hairstylist!femreade, smut, angst, smut with little plot, love triangle, noona romance.

warning/s: explicit, swear words, cheating

synopsis: juyeon develops an unlikely relationship with a committed hairstylist.

Prologue: read on AO3

1. Paradise City

2. CJ E&M Center

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note: I write smut for myself as a hobby. I decided sharing my ""work"" publicly because there are very few The Boyz smuts out there, so this might provide some entertainmet for those craving new stories. I know I get excited whenever a new work is published, at least. Anyhow, sorry for the subpar writing, hope this story provides a fun time to someone out there.