you think that having flirty, cocky juyeon as your lab partner is the worst thing that could happen. who would have thought it would turn out the way it did?
+ warnings // lots and lots of plot. fem!reader. some fluff at the end. slight corruption kink. reader has a thing for hands (because juyeon’s hands ASDFJAKJF). masturbation. virgin reader. fingering. oral (m & f receiving). eventual smut. unprotected sex. rough sex. filthy. dirty talk. swearing. juyeon’s hands aren’t the only part of him that’s huge. ;)
+ author notes // hello! this is my first time publishing something on here, as well as my first time publishing a smut anywhere. i have never been all that confident when writing smut (i’m much more comfortable reading it) so i’m a tad nervous. i hope you all can enjoy this and if you do, feel free to leave positive feedback <3 it would be very much appreciated ;)
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“…choi y/n and lee juyeon.”
shit.
as the teacher finishes reading off the pairings, you sneak a glance over at your new lab partner, seated across the room. he looks unbothered, his chin resting on his fist, which is propped up on the table. sigh.
you didn’t not like juyeon, that wasn’t it at all. you just did not want to be lab partners with him. he was cocky, flirty, and could not focus for the life of him. you had worked with him the year prior for an english project, in which you ended up doing all the work.
and it wasn’t that you found his flirtiness annoying, it was just that he somehow knew all the ways to make you absolutely weak.
the teacher instructs the class to move next to their partners and you let out a sigh. you never thought you would miss being partners with snobby kim yunhee, but here you were, already missing her loud chewing of her gum, and her unnecessary hair flips.
sighing yet again, you stand up slowly, gathering your things up, and starting the walk towards where juyeon was seated.
he eyes you as you sit beside him, setting your books on the table with a soft thud. “hello, y/n,” he greets you, tone polite.
“hi,” you say back, voice smaller and weaker than you would have liked it to be. “are you ready to get started?”
juyeon shrugs his shoulders, his head now turned fully towards you. you broke eye contact as quickly as it started.
“um, okay,” you gulp, opening your text book to the page instructed. “we need to label the parts…”
juyeon is quickly bored while you’re reading the instructions. instead, he changes his focus to your body language. the way you’re picking at your fingernails, your soft blue nail polish chipping off as you do. the way you were bouncing your left leg underneath the table. signs of being nervous.
“do i make you nervous, y/n?” he smirks, watching as your head lifts up towards him, eyes a bit wider than usual.
“wha…what?” you stumble on your words, confused by his sudden question. “what do you mean?”
oh you knew exactly what he meant.
“bouncing your leg, picking at your nails,” he points out the things you didn’t even realize you were doing. “signs of nervousness.”
you quickly still your leg movements and sit on your hands so you stop picking at your nails. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you counter, looking at juyeon with fake confidence,
“you never answered my question,” juyeon persists.
“no, juyeon, you do not make me nervous,” you smile at him after blatantly lying. “there, happy?”
he looks at you skeptically for a few moments, eyebrow raised, before humming. “mm, let’s get to work, shall we?”
you nod quickly, eager to take the attention off yourself. “yes, now, as i was saying,” you hurriedly switch your attention back to the textbook and start reading.
once again, juyeon lost interest. it’s not that he didn’t like science (though he didn’t), it was you. there was something about you. you looked so precious and innocent.
“so, which part do you want to do?” you turn your head towards him, snapping him out of his rather interesting thoughts.
“hm?” he blinks softly, visible confusion on his face.
you give him an annoyed expression. “you didn’t hear a word i said.”
juyeon shakes his head. “no, sorry,” he apologizes, flashing that beautiful grin of his, as he scoots his chair slightly closer to yours.
how could you ever stay annoyed with him?
you let out an exasperated sigh, all your frustrations towards juyeon slowly breaking away. “okay, listen this time,” you tell him. “now-”
“you’re cute, you know.” juyeon interrupts, leaving you speechless with an agape mouth.
“i- what?” you blink rapidly, feeling your cheeks heat up. you hope that juyeon doesn’t notice.
juyeon’s lips curl into a smirk at your response.“i said that you’re cute,” he repeats, his eyes flitting down to your rosy cheeks, his signature smirk widening. “especially when you’re all flustered, like you are right now.”
you let out a huff and turn back towards the front of the classroom, your eyes desperately looking above at the clock. there was still half an hour left of the period. there was no way you were going to make it out alive.
“cat got your tongue, y/n?” juyeon asks, and you can feel his gaze on you.
it took every ounce of bravery inside you to meet his eyes. when you finally did, he moved his face ever so slightly towards yours.
“i ask again,” his voice was just above a whisper. “do i make you nervous, y/n?”
determined to keep your cool, you shake your head back and forth, not breaking eye contact.
juyeon hums and sighs. “oh, well,” he leans back in his seat. “guess i was wrong.” he shrugs a little and turns his attention to the front of the class as the teacher begins speaking again.
you let out a big sigh of relief. being partners with juyeon had to be the worst possible thing ever. and it wasn’t just that he was impossible to work with due to his lack of focus, but it was because of the embarrassingly large affect he had on you.
while your teacher is still rambling on, you study juyeon from the corner of your eyes. god, was he attractive. if you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t think he was real. he was like a dream, honestly.
maybe it was his dreamy eyes that made your heart skip a few beats whenever he looked into yours. maybe it was his perfect lips that looked oh so kissable. maybe it was everything about his perfect face.
maybe it wasn’t just his face that you were attracted to. maybe it was his large hands that you had moved your eyes to. his palms alone were about the size of your face. you couldn’t even imagine how good his hands must feel on-
“i think we should make a poster board,” juyeon says, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“huh?” you hate how stupid you sound and you mentally smack yourself.
“for the project,” juyeon explains. “were you not listening?” you catch his lips curling into that stupid smirk again.
“i…zoned out a bit, yeah,” you admit, offering an apologetic smile. “sorry.”
juyeon shakes his head. “not a problem,” he tells you. “let’s just get back to work.”
you nod quickly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “yeah, let’s do that.”
juyeon wasn’t stupid. he knew that you were eyeing him up while the teacher was talking. he could feel your eyes on him throughout the whole thing. he was pleased that he could cause you to lose focus like you had been doing to him the whole lesson.
“since our element is carbon, we should explain what things carbon can be found in, where you can find it and where it originated, it’s number, mass, etc, etc,” you list, drawing a small diagram on your notebook of what you thought your poster board should look like. “how does that sound?”
“sounds great,” juyeon says, impressed that he was actually able to listen for once. “you really know your stuff, huh?”
you blush a little at his praise. “well, i like to think that,” you internally cringe at the giggle you let out. what were you, twelve?
“so, am i going over to your place after school so we can work on this?” he asks you, leaning over to you, his head still propped up on his arm.
you internally scream. lee juyeon. in your house. what was even happening?
“uh, sure,” you nod cautiously. you rip a piece off your notebook page and scribble down your address. “here’s my address.” place the paper into his warm, much larger hand.
he smiles at tucks the paper into his pocket without even looking at it. “see you at around 3:30, then?”
“yeah, that’s fine, see you then,” you stand up just as the bell rings, gathering your things quickly. “bye, juyeon!” you wave to him before bolting out of that classroom before he can wave or say anything back.
the rest of the day is a blur. all you think about and look forward to is after school.
so when the final bell rings, you manage to get to your locker, get your hoodie, and get outside the school in a record time of three minutes.
there was so much you to do before juyeon showed up. you’d have to change, tidy your room a bit (just in case he wanted to look around), and make sure your parents weren’t coming back from their business meeting in the next hours.
but somehow, after fluffing your pillows, making your bed, checking your parents’ business calendar, and changing into a comfy hoodie and some shorts, you’re still not prepared when there’s a loud knock at the door.
taking a long sip of your water, you set your glass on the counter and make your way towards the front door.
“hello, y/n,” juyeon greets you when you open the door.
you take a few moments to admire his outfit before letting him in. his black tee shirt was nicely tucked into his jeans that you wished weren’t so damn tight. his hair was parted, and styled the same as it was earlier. he looked unbelievable.
“…can i come in?” he asks you. little did you know, that was the second time he had asked.
“oh, yes, sorry,” you apologize and pull the door open, allowing him in. “come in, please.”
he smiles and walks past you, entering your home. he eyes the cozy color scheme, the various paintings above the furniture, and the antique lamp that sat atop a table. he found it all very interesting.
“so, do you want to get started?” you ask, nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie.
“i want to look around for a bit, if that’s fine with you,” juyeon turns around to look at you, eyeing you a bit more subtly than you did to him.
you’re thankful that you cleaned your room. “yes, of course,” you nod. “let me show you around.”
juyeon smiles as you lead him into the small kitchen area. “do you want anything to eat or drink?”
he shakes his head. “no, thank you,” he declines with a warm smile towards you.
you were surprised by how much of a gentleman he was being. you nod in understanding and lead him into the dining room. “this is the dining room, where i eat dinner,” you explain, face palming at your own stupidity. that was common sense, you dumbass.
juyeon smiles and laughs a little. your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, realizing just how beautiful of a sound it was.
you then lead him down the small hallway past your parents room and the bathroom, and finally to your bedroom.
“this is my room,” you explain, your voice a little shaky. lee juyeon is in your bedroom.
intrigued, juyeon looks around the room. he’d be lying if he said that this wasn’t the room he was looking forward to the most. something about seeing the soft pink and white colors of your bedroom, the small selection of stuffed animals arranged on the floor near your closet. it looked so pretty, just like you.
so pretty, and so innocent.
“so, that’s it!” you clap your hands together. “shall we start on the project now?”
“sure,” juyeon smiles at you, making your heart flutter. you were sure that he knew what he was doing. “lead the way, babe.”
your eyes widen and you turn around, quickly leading juyeon back into the living room, blushing furiously.
he had just called you ‘babe’. you were sure that you had died right there in that moment. it sounded so lovely coming from his lips. better yet, he was saying it to you.
“s-so, i found this poster board in the storage closet,” you explain, gulping a bit as you pick up the board to show juyeon. “do you think it’s good enough?”
he smiles, not necessarily at your poster board selection, but at your clearly flustered state. “it’s great,” he gives a thumbs up. your heart does a flip at the sight of his large fist. oh the things you wished he would do to you.
“okay, let’s get to work, then,” you sit down on the carpet, annoyed at yourself for your flustered state being much too obvious.
juyeon thought it was cute, how flustered you were. he had always thought it was cute, since the first time you had worked together. he had wanted to spend more time with you, but your schedules never lined up, and your were in very different social groups. it would never work out.
“let me tell you something, y/n,” juyeon speaks, unintentionally cutting you off. “i could tell you were a bit-” he pauses, searching for the words. “-reluctant to work with me,”
“what makes you think that?” you rub your arm nervously. now look what you did, you probably hurt his feelings!
“you don’t have the best experience of being partners with me,” he says, tucking one leg up to his chest. “i wouldn’t focus for the life of me. and i still haven’t been very good at focusing.”
you shrug and smile softly. “it’s not your fault if you struggle with focusing, juyeon.”
he sighs and nods. “i’m sorry, though,” he apologizes. “you deserve someone who matches the level you’re at academically.”
“don’t call yourself, dumb.”
“i didn’t,” juyeon furrows his brows. “i just meant that you’re better at focusing than i am.”
now you really felt like a bitch. “oh,” you mentally slap yourself fifty times. “i didn’t mean it like that, i’m so sorry, juyeon, please, i don’t-”
“it’s fine, y/n,” juyeon shakes his head, laughing a little. “i know what you meant.”
“but, still-” you begin to persist.
“y/n.” juyeon says sternly. you shut up immediately, looking down at the floor.
you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like when juyeon used that tone. you secretly wished he’d use it again.
“it’s fine, okay?” he says, and you could tell he meant it. “don’t worry about it.”
little did you know, there was more that juyeon wanted to tell you, but he decided against it.
the two of you spend the next three hours working on and finishing your project. it was actually fun, working with juyeon. turns out, you actually had some things in common. like the fact that you both like hello kitty and fashion, and that you both hate algebra.
“how does it look?” you ask, holding up the finished poster next to you.
juyeon nods in approval. “i think it turned out nicely,” he smiles at you. “good job, babe.” he winks at you, making your insides do cartwheels.
“would you stop calling me that?” you groan. “it’s cringey.”
“what’s cringey, calling you babe?” he tilts his head in a dog-like way.
he taps his chin in thought for a few moments. “if i didn’t know any better,” he starts, and you already feel yourself panicking. what does he know, your thoughts are filled with fear.
“i’d think you have a little crush on me, y/n,” he continues, smirking that devilish smirk that you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with. “is that right?”
is that right? is that right? of course it was right. you were shit at hiding how terribly flustered juyeon could make you, and he of course caught on quickly.
panicking, you shake your head quickly. “nope,” you reply.
“ah, really?” juyeon raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “so if i called you cute right now, you wouldn’t blush?”
“i don’t get called cute often, i’d blush if anyone called me that.” you tell him. the first part is true, but the latter is false. if anyone else called you cute, you probably wouldn’t bat an eye. but when juyeon did it…that was another story.
“hm, okay,” juyeon nods, and for a second, you think you’ve fooled him. “well, if it helps, i do think you’re quite cute, you know.”
shit. you feel not just your cheeks heat up, but your entire face. “juyeon,” you whine in protest.
now it’s juyeon’s turn to panic. hearing you whine his name like that - even though you hadn’t meant it in that way at all - had his thoughts racing profusely.
it didn’t help when you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, allowing him to get what he thought he was an undesired peek at your upper thigh. he was wrong. it was very desired. and so were you at that exact moment.
juyeon clears his throat, remembering his current goal. “look at that, you’re all flustered again,” he hums, admiring your strawberry colored cheeks. “isn’t that right, babe?”
damn it. double kill. you bite your lip hard as you stare a hole into your carpet. you thought you felt a small trickle of blood on the skin of your lips from how hard your teeth were digging into them.
“hey, don’t bite your lips like that,” juyeon tells you, one, because he didn’t want you to make sores on them, and two, because it was also one of the things that drove him crazy. “if you bite them off, how is a pretty girl like you supposed to get kisses, hm?”
you gulp as juyeon lifts your chin up with one finger. you felt his eyes looking into yours, but you keep your gaze on the floor. “i’ve never been kissed before,” you mumble, lowkey ashamed to admit something like that to him. “and i doubt i will be anytime soon, so don’t worry about it-”
before you can ramble on any longer, you’re cut off by the heavenly, unreal feeling of juyeon’s lips on yours. with your heartbeat quickening and your once fiddling hands coming to a panicked halt on your thighs, you quickly melt into the feeling.
juyeon was kissing you. for a moment, you felt like you had ascended. his lips were so soft against your chapped and bloody ones. you cautiously began to move your lips against his, following the movements of his and what you had seen in movies.
after what you wished was an eternity, juyeon slowly pulls his lips from yours, licking your blood off of his own lips with a small smirk. and you found that so unbelievably hot.
“w-what was- what did you- huh?” you blink several times, still trying to process everything, ignoring your unnatural heartbeat and the swirling in your stomach.
“now you’ve been kissed,” juyeon says. the way he said it casually, like it was nothing. you wanted to slap him for being so insanely cool. “you’re welcome.” he winks again, and then you wanted to slap yourself for being so easily affected.
juyeon pats your cheek softly before rising to feet. “i should get going, it’s almost dinner time,” he smiles at you one last time before heading towards the front door. “see you tomorrow, y/n.” he greets farewell, and then he’s gone.
you’re left seated on the carpet, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. you weren’t even upset that juyeon had just left. you were honestly a bit pleased that he did, because if he hadn’t, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to control yourself.
you check the time on your phone, and notice the oddly different lockscreen photo. did you change it recently? you didn’t think so. last time you checked, it was still that cute photo of you and your friend from your last time at the beach.
then it dawned on you. this wasn’t your phone. it was juyeon’s.
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