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haiiii🦭! Ive been itching for something a bit sad and real caz im a depressive mf.. just jongseob stressing over his writing process for the now killin it verse ("my root came 2005") basically having a full breakdown because its a full length album and im pretty sure they did all the preparations while on tour (idk if my brain made that up but i swr i saw it somewhere). He was stressed and called you on face time hyperventilating leading to you flying out there just to be with him.. sighhh

.. u making me cry rn.

-BIGGEST FAN!

김종섭 drabble — burnt out idol boyfriend jongseob! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ fem!reader slight angst reverse comfort au requested >< three hundred words cw. venting driving mentioned hugging not proofread clickhere!

jongseob, who was so beyond stressed from the tour, had too much on his plate. he was also constantly reminded of the fact that he still hadn’t finished his verse for the next comeback..

as the responsibilities came piling in more, he was exhausted.. he felt defeated. all he wanted to do was take a break.. a break in your embrace. “Hello? ..You okay?” you answered, smiling as you saw his contact name calling you.

all he did was sigh, flopping down on the bed after his shower. “Hmm..” he groaned, his face stuck in the pillow. You couldn’t see his tired state at all, but you were sure he was cute nonetheless..

“Well.. I guess that answers my question..” you chuckled and hummed. “Tired, huh?” He nodded.. even though you couldn’t see. “..hm.. I miss your voice..” jongseob mumbled, groaning a bit.

you smiled and giggled. “really? I missed you too.. face time?” jongseob chuckled at your offer and immediately sat up, turning on his camera. he giggled even more when he saw your face. “Mm.. seems I missed your face too..”

rolling your eyes, you pursed your lips and smiled. but you started to sigh when you saw his dark circles, and tired expression. “How is it.. is touring around the world fun?” You asked gently, but with a bit more playful tone in the end to not let everything get too depressing for him.

seob sighed and turned in the bed. “Fun.. ok. Seeing the fans.. performing, it’s all fun. But..” there it was..

“I’m just feeling so.. out of it. Every time we’re at practise.. or stage rehearsal or anything, everyone always reminds me that I need to be performing at me absolute best. And I’m.. trying! I’m trying really hard.. but I also have to keep on writing lyrics for the next comeback..”

burnt out bf! jongseob who vented to you the whole night, not even noticing you went on mute occasionally for the whole 3 hours. who ignored the background noise from your side and assumed it was just the wind in your apartment. who finally noticed your empty presence in the call. “Babe? Hello?”

ding dong!

bf! jongseob who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but immediately chuckled in disbelief when he saw you at the door with a big bag of his favourite snacks. “Oh my gosh..”

you smiled and tilted your head to actually look at him, your vision being sort of hindered from the big bag you were carrying. he noticed your panting breath and sweat dripping from your forehead, even from the cold night outside. “Did you walk here?”

“No, are you crazy?” you said as you let yourself in, dropping the bags down with a sigh, your hand going to your hip as you breathed heavily and had that stupid grin on your face when you looked back at him. “I drove.. until I had to stop at the convenience store and forgot where I parked.. I ran the rest of the way here.” You said, wiping the sweat from your forehead. and he shook his head and chuckled, ruffling your hair.

flopping on the bed, he sat next to you and smiled. “You’re adorable..” he spoke, his fingers finding your own. “I know.. and a good driver, it takes like 4 hours to drive here and I got it in 3. Without a ticket!” you said with a tired laugh.

he flopped on the bed next to you, taking a chip packet and snacking on it as he looked at you from the side. seob put an arm behind your head as a pillow. “Congratulations.. and thank you.”

you smiled and leaned closer to him. “No problem.”

4EMMA 🔖 seob sat in my drafts for way too long ..

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zendieya-8 · 6 days

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Keeping this in my pocket for later🎀

Hiii it’s me🧸 I was wondering if you could write about reader’s first time with seunghan? If that’s ok ofc thankyouu 🩷

౨ৎ⋆˚｡ — Secrets !

⋆ Hong Seunghan + Bestfriend!Reader

💌 — Hani :( been thinking about him so much lately, thought now was a good time to finish off this beaut <3 I hope ya’ll don’t mind longer fics bc this one is looooong! Also finished writing this with no sleep, so if there’s typos or any confusing sections just pretend there actually isn’t! 😄

“You’re so perfect.” He speaks so softly to you, rather hushed, intimidated into a condensed version of his voice due to the closeness of your body; his hands are one of the same, a chained attachment connected to the link of his erratic heart.

His hands have an expansive coverage over your skin, they shake and twitch whilst skipping down your thighs, like a shadow left by his wandering eyes that only linger a few seconds ahead, he draws the pretty rounded darkness of them wherever he pleases, it’s not unfamiliar the way he looks at you, it’s just more indulgent.

You’ve thought about Seunghan like this more times than you’d like to admit, probably even more times than you can count by now. The prolonged contact of each other’s skin and sly excuses as to get you around him even more often than usual didn’t help your case of what started as merely a small flicker of admiration. It was fleeting and shallow, initially- platonic, but still there was something there, enough to deter your heart from its regular rhythm.

With his rather bold and sudden endeavours to get closer to you, you didn’t expect for him to be so forbearing now that he’s finally succeeded in getting you in such a position.

The agreement of being each others first was swift, and clumsy, from a wide range view definitely not as complex as it should have been regarding the feelings that in all time frames slipped afloat whenever he was close enough, it only snowballed into an unavoidable mass the more he persevered through your fickle effort to refrain from digging yourself into a deeper hole. Now that you can see the way his eyes lid with arousal thick in his brain you don’t think you could ever be closer than now as best friends, ‘no strings attached’ you both mumbled prior to getting under his clothes, but you both knew that it was much easier said than done, maybe it was only said in the first place so the two of you could get to each other faster, the more layers that were shed with the help of the others hand you’re stupidly neglectful of where your feet now keep you planted.

“We shouldn’t be..” he swallows thickly, his breath evading him. “doing this, right?” He asks absentmindedly, the half of his brain that’s still capable of making sensible decisions seizes his tongue, but fails to take root in his hands, they’re slack with only a small buzz in his movements now that he can rub and gently pull at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inwardly he fights with himself knowing that he should stop you from unzipping the fly of his jeans, his black and white checkered flannel already undone and of no use to keep what little modesty embedded between you and him, the sight of your pretty fingers is so dizzying in all the right ways, it makes his hips push up.

As you feel his attempt your movements stop, hands retreating from anywhere near his dick thats starting to sit uncomfortably against his thigh that it’s invading his conscience every passing second, a warm shake runs through his skin at the suddenness of your break.

“Do you want me to stop, ‘han?” You ask.

His head shakes in a small halfhearted frustration. “Not what I meant, not what I meant at all.”

His brows furrow, skin creased and his lips all pink and fuzzy from your sucking, biting and the repeated press of your own, the quickness makes you smile, the assurance, he was always so sure of himself when it came to you, and your dislike of uncertainty, but you’ve never thought to question it twice, until now.

Seunghan’s exterior softens as he reaches for your hand, he doesn’t move too fast as to make it seem like he’s getting impatient nor too slow like he’s fighting against it. He has a firm grip, his thumb pushing out your index and middle finger to press them against his navel.

His jaws dropped comfortably, you can see the way his tongue slips behind the back of his teeth as he closely watches the pads of your fingers drag up over the firmness of underlying muscle. The definition isn’t too bulky or flat, it’s just enough for you to feel an almost ribbed sensation.

“I’d be crazy to want to stop.” From your fingers his eyes shift to your face, bringing them up to his lips. “Not when I finally have you.”

He doesn’t keep track of where your other hand lays, and his eyes don’t widen in shock as you feel at his length through the thick of his denim, they only flutter shut, revelling in the squeeze of your palm as it runs up his length, at the same time your fingers slip into his mouth, the warmth of it inviting you further back until the edge of his teeth drag at your joints, “Finally?” You reiterate curiously. “So you’ve been waiting this whole time?”

His tongue licks up against your fingers, lips pulling around the two digits as they exit. “Only as long as you have.”

Your grip relaxes, dragging lightly over the tip of his cock that prompts his hips to kick. “Yea?… think you’re lying.”

“Mmh, am I?”

You nod, smiling softly at the sound of his distant voice, its light and breathy, you can tell he’s not fully understanding.

Being ‘Best friends’ was quite the understatement, everyone knew this and frequently called the both of you out for your bullshit, you’d try to dodge and duck under the flying accusations of being lovers —or at least somehow intimately involved with each other— when it was thrown around, but the mess of breaching the sustained title was more than you were willing to clean up at the time.

You swore on playing your cards right, enough to gain a general understanding of where Seunghan’s alleged feelings for you came from, but it gave you quite the shock when he so easily relayed to you his attraction. It was much different hearing it from himself, and not through a friend of a friend. The only thing he wanted to keep standing was that he was in no way expecting for you to act on his own selfish desires, but god was his idea of you so naive, so outdated.

“You’re funny ‘han,” You choose to brush past his unknowingness, your fingers already working to loosen his jeans. “take these off now please.”

He follows your word without any hesitation, gently he guides you off of him and onto the couch cushion, standing to strip off any of his clothes that would be tricky for you to take off yourself. His eyes flit between you and himself as he does so, until they abruptly stop on you and don’t bother moving, even as he struggles with his belt, fumbling trying to pop the silver prongs out of the leather holes he can’t look away from the spread of your thighs, bent at the knee, laid back with your hand moving to keep you company where you feel the desperation most.

“Hurry, getting impatient.” You sigh, teasing him by rubbing through the terribly thin fabric that clings to your wet cunt. He can see your impatience, hear it, you didn’t have to tell him at all. “Or, I can help you. Do— shit, do you need help ‘han?”

He mirrors your emotions, nodding as his hand reaches to rest on your knee. “Please. Need your help, really can’t do it myself.”

Your foot slips off the edge of the cushion, your other planted to keep him steady as you move towards him. He’s surprised that your fingers move much faster than he could’ve ever done himself, he’s out of his jeans in the matter of seconds.

A small brush of your kisses are ran up his stomach until the extension of your neck doesn’t allow you any further, the sensation makes him twitch, a fuzzy feeling coating his skin, “Fuck,” he sighs, a hand coming up to rest at the back of your head. “you’re so beautiful, always, my Y/n. Never thought I’d be able to see you like this.”

Seunghan smiles, it’s soft, grounding in a way that reminds you that this is just him, he’s still Seunghan even if you’re experiencing him in a different light. You like it. You like the way it’s still him even when he’s pulled of your panties and lowered himself between your legs, that his eyes are still the same colour even as he’s introducing his tongue to the taste of your pussy, that the sharp canines in his mouth still add the same charm to his smile as he feels the pulse of the muscles in your legs react with each swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how to move in a way that’ll make you continue to whine and gasp the way you are, but he knows it’s something he wants to do again, and again and again until he knows, until he’s mastered it.

Eventually he tongues at a spot that has your hips shifting and your fingers in his hair, “Right there, ‘han! Fuck!” You whimper whilst grabbing at his hand that’s holding your thigh, “fingers, need your fingers.”

He moves where you want without a second thought, having never used his fingers like this before he’s a little unsure of where to move, how to put them to use, luckily your hand finds his again, you move right away, his head moves back to give you space as you guide him. Even if his fingers aren’t pressed directly against you he can still feel how warm you are, he’s breathless at the sudden feeling of you pressing him against you. The soft tip of his finger nudges at the small group of nerves that pulse and twitch, “This is where your tongue kept brushing against, if you focus here- it’ll make me cum.” You explain briefly, Seunghan nods, an interested expression on his face as he listens, it’s cute how quickly he follows while your slick is still thick over the bottom half of his face. “Here,” you sigh, melting at the feeling of him being pushed inside of you. “‘s where you can put your cock inside, need you to prep me so it won’t hurt so much.”

The remaining length of his finger moves forward without your touch, you try to keep your hips still but the pleasure of his touch is much greater compared to your own.

“Just one?” He asks, experimentally pulling halfway out before pumping back in.

“Try two now.” You whisper.

He moves more skillfully than you expected, as he pulls back his ring finger finds the set pace and continues on, the slight stretch almost kills his confidence down but you reassure him with a nodding head and shut eyes that it’s good, he’s making you feel good.

He can’t help but take some time to watch, listen, the wet sound his fingers make much louder is downright captivating, added the sound of your voice that’s only full of mumbled praise. You think that he must be feeling more comfortable when his mouth lowers back to your clit, he tries running his tongue again but it keeps bumping against his fingers, and your volume isn’t as loud as it once was.

The only thing he can think of is his lips attaching in a suction-like method, it’s clumsy and he keeps accidentally pulling himself off which makes for loud noises but you’re starting to react more to his movements. The involuntary pulse of your thighs comes back, only more intense this time, Seunghan tries to keep his jaw relaxed but your hips start rocking against his fingers, the stimulation to your clit and the soft punch of his fingers inside have your body moving on its own accord, but he toughs it out.

“Seung— fuck, can’t, can’t! Need you, need your dick.” Your fingers desperately claw at his forearm that’s resting over your stomach, he almost doesn’t want to listen to you, but the sudden cry and kick of emotion startles him, so he allows his pace to settle until his tongues back in his mouth and his fingers are pulled all the way out.

“Can’t keep saying stuff like that baby.” He says, pushing his hair away from his face as he makes his way back onto the couch and shifting you until he’s between your legs again, “Please. Gonna make me cum, ‘nd you haven’t even.. touched me yet.”

He struggles to speak or even move when he’s got an overhead view of you. He’s convinced there’s no such thing as a bad angle when it comes to you, the more he’s able to see of you the more obsessed he becomes with wanting more.

“What?” You ask with a breathy laugh.

If it were any other guy seeing you like this on full display with nothing to hide surely you’d be curling in on yourself, but with Seunghan, some sick part of you thinks this the furtherest point in a friendship, or whatever the two of you have that could be reached. You’ve argued, fought, cried, laughed, experienced skin crawling embarrassment and happy tear inducing moments together, but this, there was nothing ahead of this.

“Damn it.” He hisses, separating himself from fully.

You chase after him before you can register what he says. “What? Are you okay?” Your hand rests against his warm chest, “What is it?”

“Condoms.” Is all he says in a defeated tone.

“Yeah? You have some don’t you?”

His lips purse as his head shakes, embarrassed that he’d forgotten the most important thing.

“Did you check?” You ask, ready to bend off to the side to grab his jeans off of the floor, but he stops you before you can. “Left them on my nightstand, I know ‘cause I made a mental note but got sidetracked when I was getting ready to come over. I forgot them.” He laughs bitterly to himself, after all the hoops you jumped through together to finally settle on doing something about the mutual attraction and he screws it up by forgetting to do the one thing he was asked of.

“I’m sorry, I was just really excited to see you ag—”

“We forget about it.” You hastily suggest.

Seunghan’s head raises, looking at you through the soft hair that falls back over his eyes. “I couldn’t ask that of you.” He replies tenderly, his hand rubbing at your skin in reassurance.

“Then don’t, I’m asking you- to forget that I even mentioned bringing condoms to begin with.”

The condoms weren’t the most necessary due to your use of contraceptives, in fact it was more of a save from inflating his ego, you couldn’t have him know that you’ve been prepared to do this for months.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You reply without missing a beat: “Positive.”

“No, Y/n, like you’re really sure?”

“Yes! Gosh, do you want to fuck me or not ‘han?”

He quiets down, attempting to swallow back the nerves that start creeping up, unsure if he should mindlessly abide by your wishes or put his foot down for your own sake. “I can’t get pregnant, if that’s why you’re so worried.” You almost giggle, reaching to pull him back down with you again. “Should’ve known, you’re never good with sparing me any details, at least the important ones.” Your back finds the softness behind you, hips adjusting and your legs moving to find a comfortable position as he inches back, his cock heavy between his legs, the soft bump of his tip against your inner thigh makes you hot with anticipation.

Seunghan never bragged about his body like other boys do, but looking at him now you wish he learned to.

“Nervous?” He asks, his thumb slipping between your folds and back to your clit, “Nervous, but excited.” You reply, studying his sharp features as he slides his thumb back and forth. A crooked smile pulls at his lips, a small breathless laugh following. “Fuck, me too. But you’re ready?”

You nod, inching yourself closer to him, “Whenever you are.”

The air starts to feel heavy in your lungs, a small prickling of nervousness in the pit of your stomach as he grabs at his dick, for good measure he runs a few light strokes up and down before pressing the tip to where you had his fingers. He looks at your face then, a hand moving to rest against your cheek as he slightly tips forward, the small movement prompts him to press inside of you. The intrusion is expected, it stings, the unfamiliarity of something this wide making you feel a little hollow inside as he continues easing in, but you take it without a sliver of a complaint. This is Seunghan, your Seunghan. The reminder continues rolling in your head the further he reaches, and it helps, but the biting uncomfortably doesn’t lessen any.

“More than half way,” he says, looking down to where you meet. “you’re handling the pain like a champ.”

Your lips press into eachother, eyes shutting as your head falls back. “You did not just refer to me as a ‘champ’ while your dick is inside of me.” You manage to whisper out before the giggles start taking over.

Seunghan smiles stupidly, laughing silently alongside you.

“You’ve never called me that before, do I really feel that good?” He leans further into you, his head dropping into your neck to hide himself. “S’good I can barely think.”

“Yeah?” Your arm moves up to rest against his shoulder, propping yourself against him so your fingers can run through his hair as he nods. “Don’t have to, jus’ make us feel good, that’s all I ask.”

You let him rest for a moment, it gives you a chance to adjust to his size before he pitches back up in tandem with the small, shallow strokes. The top of his head blocks your view of what he does below, but for right now maybe it’s for the better.

The hesitance of hitting deeper or going faster starts catching up to the both of you quicker than you thought it would, eventually the both of you are breathless, grasping and holding onto each other in a way you couldn’t describe as something other than eager, needy, yet you’re too unsure of yourselves to call the shots.

By now you’ve unquestionably gotten over any fickleness that kept you so boxed away from Seunghan, your arms keep him pinned to your chest, his oversized shirt rolling further up your chest with his every move. Your hold on him slackens, his exposed back now only a place for your arms to lay rather than something used to brace yourself, “Faster ‘hani, please.” You softly exhort, your voice so small in your throat that he almost misses it.

Like a true cat his ears almost perk up at the sound, he takes your encouragement to heart. ‘Make us feel good’ he thinks. There’s nothing else he wants more.

Every rock of his hips has more vigour to it than the last, the tip of his cock inevitably hits a place you’ve never managed to discover on your own, and it does nothing but meet the same place over and over again as he continues fucking into you.

“Not gonna last” he huffs, struggling to intake air with the way his muscles are burning and the warm squeeze of your cunt is giving him the same exact feeling. It’s higher in level, the pleasure he bears, engulfing, he couldn’t describe a better feeling, whether it’s your body that gives it to him, or the relief of finally having you to himself he can’t exactly place, but fuck is it thrilling.

You can only do so much being under him like this, but even with an excuse like that you still can’t manage to shut your mouth.

“Don’t have- to!” You squeak, pathetically attempting to meet the rhythm of his hips with your own. With just the effort of his tongue and fingers you were already so far gone, so ready to meet your end, you knew that neither of you would last long when he’d sunken himself down until he couldn’t anymore.

“You’re so.. cute like this baby.” He can’t help but smile whilst bringing a hand down to your clit, his middle finger taps against it, the sticky string of your slick sticking to his skin the more force he uses with each return. You jolt against him each time until his orgasm starts brewing hot and white in a thick band that starts pulling taut, and delicate, he opts to quickly flick his finger against you the more incoherent he becomes.

“Fuck— Y/n, going to! Where- to know, where!”

“‘nside!” Your high washes over you before you can get another word out, your body strains and you don’t have the mind to try and escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure. You can’t hear what sounds you make as your mouth drops open, or the way your body moves in reaction, and Seunghan seems to have endured the same exact experience.

Heavy breaths overlap one another as he settles back over top of you, his hand slipping under the shirt you wear to palm at your breast, his cheek smushes against you as he tucks himself just under your chin.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks, expecting some heartfelt reply that carries the weight of your existence into profoundly intuitive detail.

“How you called me ‘champ’ in the middle of sex.”

Instead he ends up whining, gently hitting at your arm. “Y/nnn! I did not!”

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