jjunielvrs

[jjunielvrs]

Music to my ears. —★

♡dom! jiung x fem!reader

♡ genre: smut. stricty, mdni. (wc; 1.5k)

♡ sypnosis: No matter what you did, you could not relieve your desires or that feeling of need. Even though Jiung told you to not contact him and to leave him alone at the studio so he could record his songs, you gave in to your temptation once again . . .

♡ warnings: degration !! — (slut + etc) semi-public sex (studio), masturbation, dry-humping, rough (??) Jiung.

♡ song recs: Coming down — the weeknd + Heartbeat — childish gambino. ✮

You were quickly awoken from your trance after hearing the distracting sound that buzzed from your phone. You groaned loudly, dissapointment settling at the pit of your stomach. Undeniably, since around 9pm, you had been horny, and matter what you did, you just couldn’t relieve yourself.

to make matters worse, Jiung was not home to help you. Instead, he was in the studio recording for his new album he was set to release soon. Due to the strict deadlines his company had set, seeing him had become more difficult than anything else, so you both agreed to call each other if you needed something. Yet, tonight was different. There was only one week left to finish the final track, and Jiung had strictly told you to not call him unless it was urgent, saying he really needed to get the song done before midnight.

Of course, being the good girlfriend you were, you agreed and smothered him in kisses before he went to go to the recording studio. Now though? you regretted it. A lot.

You pulled your hand out from your shorts and grabbed a small towel located to the side of your bed, collecting and cleaning the arousal that had spalyed across your own hand with a sigh. You turned your phone over; only to see a notification from Jiung on weverse. You smiled to yourself, clicking open the turquoise notifcation that displayed itself brightly on your screen.

10:11 pm JIUNG WEVERSE

“break time ~ recording for this album is nearly done…who’s excited?”

You chuckled seeing the small selfie he had attached to the post, admiring his beautiful features as you sat up straight, leaning your legs over the edge of the bed. You continued to look at the post as an idea occured in your head. An idea that Jiung probably wouldn’t like. But, he’d probably make an acception for you, right?

You immediately got out of bed, throwing an oversized sweatshirt on to cover your bare torso, and changing into a clean pair of shorts. You grabbed your keys and put on your most comfortable shoes, rushing out of the house to get to Jiungs recording studio.

. . .

You clicked open the doors to Jiungs room after kindly asking one of Jiungs close friends; Intak to lend you his ID card into the studio. He agreed after a bit of questioning, yet he seemed to not believe anything you said about just wanting to hear the demo, he shook his head, smiling as he gave you the id sceptically.

“Don’t be too loud. Keeho and Theo are recording in the studio next to you both.” He laughed, turning his back as he shut the door and went towards Soul and Jongseobs office. Your eyes widened, your hand coming up to touch your face to see if you were blushing and he could just see right through you.

You rolled your eyes, finally opening the door fully to see Jiung tapping his knee up and down as his hands clicked on the multiple buttons infront of him, editing the track on the huge computer. You sat down on the couch behind his desk, waiting for him to realise and turn around, yet, he didn’t.

“Intak— why are you sitting down come here we gotta— oh.” Jiung turned around quickly, his mouth propping open as he saw you sitting down on the couch infront of him instead of the person he was supposed to be recording with.

“Baby, what happened? I told you i was on a strict deadline and—“

“Jiung i need you so bad.”

Jiungs eyes widened, his knee stopping and his voice dropping until he stopped speaking. He leaned back on his chair, Resting his head on his hand that was propped on the armrest,

“What did i tell you before leaving sweetheart?” Jiung questioned, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your body heat up, cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink as you watched the way Jiungs eyes took in every curve of your body. Exploring every inch without even touching you.

“I know, I tried to help myself but I couldn’t. Please jiung…” You were practically begging, your legs rubbing against each other as your hands fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

Jiung rubbed his temple, smiling to himself as he shook his head slowly.

“God baby, you cant even go a single day without me. Without my touch. What a slut.” Jiung tapped his hand on his thigh, nodding his head as he signalled you to come over.

You squealed, jumping up from the couch and sitting in his lap as you sunk into him and his touch. His breath fanned on your collarbone, shivers running down your spine as your entire body shook.

“If you came here for your own pleasure, then you’re gonna do it all by yourself. I dont care if that means you rut against my thigh like a bitch in heat, just get it done and over with, yeah? Jiung hummed in your ear, placing one light kiss the the nape of your neck as he got back to working on the song.

You couldn’t do anything but agree, he was already doing more than enough by allowing you to chase your high using him despite being so busy, and you were thankful for that. You slipped your hand under your sweatshirt, internally thanking yourself for not wearing a bra. You began to lightly skim over your chest, arousal already pooling at your core. As your fingers traced over your perked up nipples, you found yourself on Jiungs right thigh, your two legs wrapped around him as you leaned into his chest. You begun to move your hips ever so slowly, the texture of his jeans easily being felt through your thin shorts.

The roughness felt nice against your clothed pussy, your lacey underwear sticking to your now dripping cunt. You could feel Jiungs thigh tense up, and as he tensed, his muscles flexed and this drove you into picking up your momentum. As you continued to rut sgainst his thigh, you shut your eyes tightly and moaned quietly, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that was builiding at your throat.

You bit the back of your hand as you threw you head back, continuing to chase your high with Jiung. Despite trying to stay focused on his work, Jiung couldn’t help but get turned on from the your eyebrows arched together in pure ecstasy, and muffled moans escaped your mouth every now and then.

Within an instant, Jiung had grabbed the hand that covered your mouth, bringing it down so it could rest on his other thigh.

“No need to be quiet baby, let me hear you.” Jiung whispered, kissing your hand and up your arm.

You moaned loudly at his words, not realising his hand sneak up to the record button that was located on his desk near the small microphone. Jiung began marking you, biting down at your neck as he kissed all over you.

“Look at you…dripping wet on my thigh like the horny bitch you are,” Jiung groaned sweet nothings into your ear, finally sending you over the edge as you rubbed against his thigh one last time. You moaned loudly, causing Jiung to smile at himself as he realised how he could sample your beautiful voice onto the track. It was just what he needed.

“That’s right, cum on my thigh baby” Jiung quickly grabbed a fistfull of your hair, gently yet harshly bringing your face closer to the microphone as he stripped you of your last audible moans.

You felt your whole body weaken as he brung you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you softly lay your head in the crook of his neck. You were out of breath, your chest heaving up and down as you sat in the pool of your own slick.

“That felt..so good. I’m sorry for disturbing you I can leave now if you wa—“ You were cut off by Jiung hushing you.

“You were perfect for me y/n. And your beautiful voice was just what I needed to complete this track, music to my ears baby.” Jiung smiled, brushing his hand through your messy hair.

You looked at him in confusion. not understanding how your voice had any relevance to the track. Jiung noticed the look on your face and smiled, he turned your head to the computer infront of you and clicked play. Within an instant, your moans could be heard loudly from the speakers that surrounded the studio.

Your eyes widened and you immediately yelled at Jiung to turn it off.

“the others are going to hear! stop!” Jiung laughed as he turned it off right after you asked, making sure to not make you uncomfortable.

“Oh baby, its not just the members that’ll be hearing your sweet voice, it’ll be everyone that listens to this song.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try sweetheart”

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[jjunielvrs]

・❥・ Was it worth it in the end?

♡ jiung x fem!reader <3

♡ genre: angst x fluff (wc; 3.0k)

♡ sypnosis: ever since you found out about your illness and its progression, you always told one person; jiung. Your childhood bestfriend, and the one person you felt closest to. Yet, when you went to your weekly doctors appointment, you came back with news that had you wondering if telling jiung would be the right thing to do.

♡ warnings: mentions of ilness, hospital visits, loss of life, coma, mental health issues.

♡ song suggestion: die 4 you — dean.+`

You never expected to come back from the doctors appointment with such a dreary feeling that consumed your mind. Normally, the hardest part of having a doctors appointment was arriving there in the first place, and leaving with a burden lifted off of your shoulders. You hated how you had to come back to the same clinic every single weekend, and had to walk the same corridors, and enter the same room, and see the same doctor.

The more your illness developed and progressed in its stages, the more you found little comfort in being taken care of. You didn’t like the feeling of burdening people with your struggles, and you hated even more that no matter how hard someone tried to heal you, you only got worse.

The one person who didn’t make you feel as though you were a reminder of sadness and sorrow in its living human form was jiung. Your closest friend that supported you since the very first day.

Yet, after the dreadful news that came with the new files the doctor received, you didn’t know whether or not telling jiung would be the best idea. You still vividly remembered the several calls you got from him this morning, asking you if you would like him to come along so he can be there for any major news. And as much as you wanted him with you, you were fearful that the doctor would say something that would result in nothing but pure despondency. And you weren’t wrong.

Jiung was always one to overthink. He did nothing but care for you ever since he found out about your illness. He always checked up on you, came over to your apartment with a handful of freshly picked flowers and a cup of your favourite drink. He did everything he possibly could to make sure that your mentality remained stable and healthy, unlike your physical health that he unfortunately couldn’t heal, but swore he would heal if he could.

But, ever since you sat him down on your couch at your apartment and told him the news, he had treated you like a piece of damaged glass that could be shattered any second. He no longer ran up to you to give his hugs you could never get enough of, he no longer wrapped his arm around your shoulders and put you into headlock like he did since you were children, and he no longer play fought with you in a fear that he would accidentally hurt you in the process.

And you were sick of it. You were sick and tired of people treating you like you were incapable of doing anything on your own, you hated how everyone started to be gentle around you, and to make it even worse, you hated how no one could ever talk to you about anything but your sickness. Every morning you woke up to the constant messages of; “Are you okay?” “How are you feeling?” “How did the doctors appointment go?” and nothing else.

It was a constant reminder that you were nothing but an ill person that had no future ahead of them.

Of course people only wanted to see how you were doing because they were concerned for you, but you could only take it much longer. No one could be capable of enduring this every second of their day, right?

And so, you decided to not focus on the news the doctor gave you, and make the most of the day that was ahead of you. Even if that meant lying to people whom you swore youd always tell the truth to if it had something to do with you. Without a second thought, you took your phone out of the coat of your long brown jacket, and dialed the number of your most favourite person.

“Jiung?”

“Y/n! I was so worried for you I couldn’t help but pace around my house the entire time you were at the appointment, how did it go? are you doing okay? I coul—“ You sighed and cut jiung off quickly

“jyu, you already know how much I hate those questions, I’m doing good, actually, maybe even better. Do you want to come to the cafe infront of my apartment for a bit and have some brunch? we can go to my apartment later on and watch a movie as well” You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you continued to walk in the autumn breeze.

“I’ll be there in 5, don’t tire yourself out too much okay?” Jiung called into the phone, the sound of his car keys in the background.

“I wont jyu” And the phone call ended.

You stopped walking for a brief moment, realising how tears had started to collect at the side of your eyes. Tears swelled up and blurred your vision slightly, and so you looked up to the sky, blinking away the proof of your sadness that swallowed you everyday. You let out a puff of air, watching as a cloud of fog like air danced around you due to the coldness that surrounded the city despite the morning sun being out.

You continued on your way, burying your face as far as it could go in your wool scarf.

As you finally arrived to the cafe that was located right around the corner to your apartment block and looked inside, you finally saw him. Jiung was sitting down in a table located in the corner, the very table that you both had claimed together as a special meeting place, it even had the initials of you two scribbled at the very bottom of the table, a true relic of the cafe, with a phone in his hand and two coffee cups placed next to each other waiting to be drunken out of.

“Someone came early today” You laughed, pulling out a chair to sit next to jiung.

“Oh my god i’ve missed you so much Y/n, really, I cant even do normal tasks without thinking about you” Jiung sighed, stuffing his face in his hands as he tried to slow down his heartbeat.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and placed your other hand on one of his hands that his face was stuffed in, telling him to look at you as concern covered all your features.

“Jyu, You dont need to be concerned anymore I swear, I have amazing news”

Guilt started collecting at the pit of your stomach, a sense of uncertainty making you feel nauseous. Was this the right decision, or would you end up regretting not telling him the truth? only time would tell. And right about now, the first option seemed more appropriate.

Jiung immediately pulled his face from his hands, looking up at you with a new profound glimmer in his eyes that you found cuter than anything else in this world.

“Well, the results of this test showed that, I’m not doing as bad as before. I’m getting much better actually jyu.”

And right at that moment, you were glad you told him you were getting better. Within just a few seconds, Jiung was crying as he came to your side of the table to give you the biggest hug he could possibly give. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him back and taking in the scent of his cologne you loved so very much. As you both sat there intertwined in the hug, you sunk deeper and deeper into his touch, feeling more comfort than you had ever felt for as long as you could remember. Although you wanted to deny it, you had noticed the feelings you had started to develop for jiung were way more than just the platonic love and adoration you had for him previously.

He did way more for you than anyone else had ever done. He knew every small detail about you, from the things that made you the happiest to the things that made you want to hide under your covers. And with each little thing he found out about you, he never once treated you differently than before. Jiung was just as open as you. He talked about his struggles, he talked about what made him happy and what made him sad, but one thing he never failed to mention was how you were his favourite person.

He would bring it up every second of his day if he could, and, he nearly always did.

When the hug started to loosen up, you noticed how your coat had felt dampened from the tears that jiung just couldn’t seem to stop, and it just made you want to start crying yourself. You felt bad for lying to him, you really did, but this would be for the best for the time being, as unfortunate as it was, this was what would make him feel better.

and you’d do anything as long as it meant he was happy.

“Jyu? Oh my god how have you still not stopped crying? Come on, lets go back to my place, we can watch a movie together yeah? I’ve missed doing that a lot.”

Jiung smiled and nodded, holding your hand as he stood up with you. Both of you grabbed the warm coffee cups and started making your way together, huddled as close as possible to keep the warmth between you two.

. . .

You finally arrived home, the warm embrace of your apartment welcoming in both of you with a glimmer of the warm sun. You shook of your coat gently and hung it up in the doorway, jiung following along. His black puffer jacket hung right atop of yours, the brown and black suiting each other as if they belonged together all along. Everytime you saw his belongings around your apartment, you’d get the sudden urge to ask him to move in with you. There was nothing more comforting than seeing him so close to you and around your place treating it as if it was his home as well. It just made you feel so much closer; which you didn’t even think was possible.

“What movie we watching?” Jiung asked, walking into your room to get the white throw you had placed on the side of your bed. The very same throw jiung had gifted for you at the beginning of the year when you first moved in to this home, and the very same throw you cried into when you were at your lowest.

“Hmm, how about—“

“Let me guess, titanic?” Jiung laughed, sitting down quicky on the creme coloured couch that was placed neatly ahead of the tv, getting comfortable as he snuggled up to your throw.

“You know me so well, jyu” You walked next to him, lifting up the throw so you could rest your body on his.

“Of course i do, youre my favourite person y/n. I’m so glad you’re better, I’ll no longer bring up your health from now on, I promise” Jiung said, resting his head atop of yours as he clicked on the tv to play your all time favourite movie.

As the movie started playing, the beautiful shine of the evening sun made its way through the open windows of the building, making you feel in a dream-like state. This is the emotion you had been craving for the longest time. The feeling of safety. The one time you got to think about something other than your health.

Sooner or later, the movie just became back ground noise to you, a sleepiness surrounding all your limbs and mind. As your eyes begun to shut, Jiung noticed and pulled the throw over you slightly higher so it covered your torso, and gave you a small kiss to your head as he rested on you once again. Right as you were about to dose off, you heard a small mumble coming from jiungs lips, his beautiful voice lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, y/n.”

. . .

Before you knew it, it was the next day. And you were still on the same couch, the same yellow throw draped over your figure. Yet, there was one evident difference. Jiung was no longer next to you.

You stood up slowly, picking up yourself as your bones felt weak and sore. Shit. You had forgotten to take your pills last night, and you were feeling even weaker than you usually would, and this was not helpful. You slowly made your way to your counter, to be met with the sight of a small piece of paper placed right on the ledge with a neat handwriting on it.

Of course it was from Jiung.

“Sorry y/n!! I had to leave a bit early for work, Fell asleep on the couch yesterday…oopsies…but, i promise to come back around later today, can we finish the move then? call me if you need anything!

Love — jiung.”

you smiled to yourself, placing the piece of paper in your pocket as you headed towards the pantry to get your pills, might as well take them now, better late then never was the one sentence your doctor would always repeat to you.

When you went to grab the pills from your assigned medical box, you were met with the sight of nothing, pills all finished.

You had ran out.

And your bones were too weak to drive.

As you felt an approaching migraine, you considered calling jiung to ask him if he can get the pills for you, but he was at work, right? its better not to disrupt him. What about your mother? shit. she was out of state. Any other friends? They don’t care enough, do they?

At last, you came to the conclusion that you would have to buy them yourself, even if it meant putting yourself at risk. And even though you were scared this would result badly, The chemist you always bought your pills from was only a few kms away, it wouldnt be much of a problem. And so, you grabbed your car keys with a spinning head and shakey hands, and made your way out of the apartment, praying youd be able to come back safely and step foot back into your apartment with no damage to yourself.

You walked down the stairs as your world continued to spin, holding on to the metal railing beside as tightly as you could, trying to keep your balance and step on the stairs one by one without missing any and causing yourself to go flying down them. Once you made it all the way to the bottom, you took a deep breath in and exhaled with a slight cough, your lungs feeling tighter than they previously were walking down the stairs. When you finally got to your car, you sat down and shut your eyes tightly, nausea building up at the pit of your stomach. You felt like you could throw up any second, but it was only set to get worse if you didn’t go and buy your pills, hence making you lift your head up from the seat and place your hands on the steering wheel to start up your car.

You began to drive at a slow and steady pace, trying to take the roads with the less traffic to ensure your safety, as you knew better than to drive on the freeways with a pounding migraine and nauseous stomach. But, there was one inevitable turn at one of the busiest parts of your city that you just couldn’t get past, and so you had to use it. You tried to focus on the cars coming from every direction around you, But the fast speed they passed you with and the way they blurred together only upset your mind, and with no warning, you felt your stomach start to churn way more, and your eyes start to spin even faster. You couldn’t take it anymore, and so, you pressed the pedal to move forward.

Fuck.

That wasn’t a smart idea.

Within an instant, you were thrown to the other side of the road, the car threatening to flip from the impact of being hit. You felt all your limbs tighten together, until suddenly; you felt light. and your vision had fully dissapeared.

. . .

“God why would you lie to me Y/n?! Why the hell would you do that for fucks sake! I always told you I was here to help you, Why wouldn’t you listen?!”

The voice sounded familiar, and it was too familiar for it to be to your liking. Jiung.

You tried to open your eyes, yet you were met with another layer of darkness. No matter how hard you tried to open your eyes and look around, you only saw an endless pit of black. What the fuck?

immediately, you heard another voice, another one that you had recognised from somewhere.

Your doctor?

“Doctor? Please tell me she’s okay— I— I dont know what to do, I’ve been talking to her for ages yet she wont respond or open her eyes— she told me she was getting much better! ” You heard jiungs cries, sorrow filling your brain. He was crying louder and more than you had ever heard him, and it just agonised you that you couldn’t tell him you were okay. You were okay… right?

“much better? oh no, you must of heard wrong, her condition is critical, and shes at her very last stages currently. The chances of her overcoming the illness is decreasing everday and as of now, considering shes in a coma— its nearly impossible for her body to fight back”

Jiung started sobbing louder than ever, pure screams of dread ripping out of his throat.

Coma?….

You couln’t believe your ears. you were in a coma for god knows how long, and there was no way for you to wake up. And jiung would never know that you were conscious.

“Y/n— i had so much to confess and say and just as i thought i was going to have the chance— fuck, i even planned to get you daffodils after work so we could go to dinner together…Was—

Was it worth it y/n?”

you didn’t know the answer.

Was it worth it in the end?.