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hola hevvannly people!!

[iluvdikeu]

Tysm for all the love on my first post everyone 😝🤍 I'll be uploading a text smau of heeseung soon too lmao 😭 (might take a few days cuz I wanna finish it before releasing! Also if you guys wanna be moots then please lemme know I'm so down 🥹

[iluvdikeu]

ᴅɪᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ⋆ 이희승

pairing: ex! heeseung x fem! reader

genre: smut, low-key drama

warnings: toxic, porn with no plot, mention of breakup, mention of unprotected sex(wrap it up!), there is nothing much ngl...

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic on Tumblr! I'm aware that people here write very professional stories, but I'm just a beginner and English is not my first language, so there might be errors. I'll make sure to improve over time! I hope everyone likes it, happy first anniversary to dial tragedy tho!!!

From lovers to exes, and then to enemies. You and Heeseung slowly drifted apart. You thought you had moved on, that you were fine, but you weren’t.

You struggled with blind dates; no one seemed your type. Every guy felt boring, and somehow you kept thinking about Heeseung. On the other hand, things weren’t any better for Heeseung either. Known as a playboy, he hadn’t talked to a woman romantically in months. He couldn’t bring himself to. It felt like he was cheating on you.

After all the heartache, Heeseung decided to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV quietly, you were just enjoying the night. It was midnight, and your small house was your only company. Your cat sat silently on the table.

Your cat… yeah. He reminded you so much of Heeseung. Probably because Heeseung was the one who gifted you that cat. With a small smile, you picked your cat up and placed him on your lap. The cat, who was named Oreo by you and Heeseung, purred and clung to you, making you smile softly.

The reason behind your breakup with Heeseung was complicated. You and Heeseung had been dating in secret. Heeseung was a kind, sweet, and engaging person. But his friendly personality made you think he was a flirt or worse, a cheater.

Jealousy and insecurity kicked in, and you gave up. At the same time, Heeseung did too. It was mutually decided that the breakup was for the best. But seeing each other with other people only made you both jealous. Mocking each other on social media, throwing sarcastic comments whenever you guys crossed paths, and acting like you both had moved on. But deep down, you both knew you hadn't.

You were lost in thoughts when your phone rang. The caller ID made your heart skip a beat. Heeseung. Why was he calling you? You bit your lip nervously and ignored it. But when the calls kept coming one after another, you picked up for a second and said coldly, “Sorry, wrong number,” then hung up and set your phone down.

Messages began to pop up fast:

Heeseung: What are you saying?!

Heeseung: It’s me, Heeseung!

Heeseung: It’s not a wrong number!! Pick up!

Heeseung: Y/n?!

Heeseung: Hey?!

Heeseung: Please, listen to me!

Heeseung: Hello!!

The messages came in nonstop, making you sigh in frustration. You finally opened his chat and replied:

Y/n: What?!

Heeseung: We need to talk, baby... I’m outside your house. Open the door.

Seeing his message, you cracked up. What did he mean he was outside?! You got up quickly and peeked through the window. He was standing there—grey beanie, black puffer jacket, dark blue jeans, looking absolutely handsome as always. You bit your lip nervously and walked to the door. As soon as you opened it, he paused for a second, eyes scanning you from head to toe.

Then he softly said, “I hope I didn’t disturb you...?”

You shook your head silently.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind you.

“Why are you here?” you asked, crossing your arms. You didn’t know why you were letting him in so easily or why you weren’t yelling at him. Maybe a part of you missed him. Needed him.

“I brought your favorite cake. I thought you might be craving it,” he said, holding out the cake box. You stared blankly at him. You actually were craving that cake.

“I… I don’t want it. I can’t eat it alone,” you replied, looking away.

His face fell, clearly hurt. Guilt washed over you instantly.

“Hey, come on. I know you’re pissed, but I brought this with love,” he said with a faint smile.

You sighed and took the cake, placing it in the fridge. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch, playing with Oreo—the same cat he gifted you.

“I should go,” he said suddenly, standing up and fixing his beanie.

You looked at him. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn’t say it.

“Sure..” you murmured.

Just as he was about to slip on his shoes, he looked at you one last time. The sight of you all comfy and cozy was clearly tempting for him—you could see it in his eyes. You bit your lip and looked away, trying to stay calm. Then you heard a soft groan. He walked toward you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you close.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice, but he didn't reply. Instead, he kissed you. He pinned you against the door, one hand around your waist, the other pinning your wrists above your head. The kiss was deep—reigniting the fire you thought had died months ago. You missed each other.

If it weren’t for his dial tragedy, you wouldn’t be here right now, kissing each other like you were trying to make up for every fight, every word left unsaid. His hands moved further up, tangling in the locks of your hair and pulling your face closer than ever. Panting heavily, he broke the kiss and pulled his beanie off.

Throwing it aside and running his fingers through his messed up hair, he looked so hot. How were you supposed to control yourself? You lunged forward and pulled him into a hurried kiss. Exploring his mouth, your hands traveled to unzip his jacket. "Too many clothes, Hee..." you muttered, and a sly grin spread across his face.

"And that's your mission... to take each piece off." His words sent a shiver down your spine. Helping you, he threw his puffer jacket off along with the grey t-shirt he was wearing, revealing his toned, lean torso underneath. Seeing how desperately you were looking at his body, as if you never saw him naked before, got him all excited again. His pants tightened.

Coming closer, his hands went to frame your face as you stood frozen. "I think you like what you see way too much." But that was the thing; he was looking so incredible, those baggy jeans and shirtless, especially the bulge highlighting and the waistband of his boxers, which had playboy written on it, showing. You felt so giddy.

With a swift motion, he kissed you again, earning a squeak from you as he patted your bottom so you could jump. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked you to your bedroom slowly, quietly, making sure you could enjoy each moment on each step. By the time you both reached the bedroom, he was already on top of you, pulling your pajama pants off.

"Hee..." a moan left your mouth.

"Yes, baby...?"

His hands circled your clothed center, sending shivers down your spine and making you arch your back. Heeseung was unable to control himself and with a tug, he pulled your panties off too. His rushed hands moved up to remove your slinky t-shirt as he threw it aside. His eyes scanned the half-naked goddess laying in front of him. He was so shamelessly staring at your cleavage before his eyes diverted to take his jeans off, not being able to handle it all anymore.

You were continuously checking Heeseung out. Your eyes traveled to the thick bulge straining his boxers when he removed his pants. He saw the way you were scanning him. Without wasting much time, he took off his boxers too. Pulling him on top of you, he kissed you again, your lips meeting his rapidly. He positioned himself at your glistening entrance, briefly glancing at you before thrusting inside in one go, making you moan softly and squirm on the bed, holding the bedsheets tightly.

"Hee—!" You called him out with a yelp, and he continued his rushed thrusts inside you, not being able to control himself. He panted before pinning both of your hands above your head. "I missed this warmth, baby..."

You could only moan and whine because you were definitely enjoying being his pillow princess; it was intriguing him, too. Every time your orgasm would be near, Heeseung would delay it. It was irritating yet pleasing. A loud groan left Heeseung's mouth as he felt your walls squeezing him way too much, which made him release his grip on your wrists and move to hold your hips instead.

"I– I'm so close!" you cried out loud.

Heeseung panted, then whispered in a hoarse tone, “Cum, baby—cum all over your property.”

His words were enough to send you into the depths of heaven. You came undone, shuddering violently beneath him. It was the same for him; he rested his face against your shoulder, taking deep, heavy breaths before finally emptying himself inside you.

Both of you lay there panting, processing what had just happened, yet neither of you said a word. You both knew you were pitiful like this.

No matter how much you doubted Heeseung, you would always go back to him. No matter how much you hurt Heeseung, he would always go back to you.

It seemed you were both stuck in this loop of tragedies.

A/N: And that's it! It’s short because it was my first fanfic, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! I’ll mostly be writing about him, ngl haha. See you in the next one, bye!

[iluvdikeu]

ᴅɪᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ⋆ 이희승

pairing: ex! heeseung x fem! reader

genre: smut, low-key drama

warnings: toxic, porn with no plot, mention of breakup, mention of unprotected sex(wrap it up!), there is nothing much ngl...

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic on Tumblr! I'm aware that people here write very professional stories, but I'm just a beginner and English is not my first language, so there might be errors. I'll make sure to improve over time! I hope everyone likes it, happy first anniversary to dial tragedy tho!!!

From lovers to exes, and then to enemies. You and Heeseung slowly drifted apart. You thought you had moved on, that you were fine, but you weren’t.

You struggled with blind dates; no one seemed your type. Every guy felt boring, and somehow you kept thinking about Heeseung. On the other hand, things weren’t any better for Heeseung either. Known as a playboy, he hadn’t talked to a woman romantically in months. He couldn’t bring himself to. It felt like he was cheating on you.

After all the heartache, Heeseung decided to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV quietly, you were just enjoying the night. It was midnight, and your small house was your only company. Your cat sat silently on the table.

Your cat… yeah. He reminded you so much of Heeseung. Probably because Heeseung was the one who gifted you that cat. With a small smile, you picked your cat up and placed him on your lap. The cat, who was named Oreo by you and Heeseung, purred and clung to you, making you smile softly.

The reason behind your breakup with Heeseung was complicated. You and Heeseung had been dating in secret. Heeseung was a kind, sweet, and engaging person. But his friendly personality made you think he was a flirt or worse, a cheater.

Jealousy and insecurity kicked in, and you gave up. At the same time, Heeseung did too. It was mutually decided that the breakup was for the best. But seeing each other with other people only made you both jealous. Mocking each other on social media, throwing sarcastic comments whenever you guys crossed paths, and acting like you both had moved on. But deep down, you both knew you hadn't.

You were lost in thoughts when your phone rang. The caller ID made your heart skip a beat. Heeseung. Why was he calling you? You bit your lip nervously and ignored it. But when the calls kept coming one after another, you picked up for a second and said coldly, “Sorry, wrong number,” then hung up and set your phone down.

Messages began to pop up fast:

Heeseung: What are you saying?!

Heeseung: It’s me, Heeseung!

Heeseung: It’s not a wrong number!! Pick up!

Heeseung: Y/n?!

Heeseung: Hey?!

Heeseung: Please, listen to me!

Heeseung: Hello!!

The messages came in nonstop, making you sigh in frustration. You finally opened his chat and replied:

Y/n: What?!

Heeseung: We need to talk, baby... I’m outside your house. Open the door.

Seeing his message, you cracked up. What did he mean he was outside?! You got up quickly and peeked through the window. He was standing there—grey beanie, black puffer jacket, dark blue jeans, looking absolutely handsome as always. You bit your lip nervously and walked to the door. As soon as you opened it, he paused for a second, eyes scanning you from head to toe.

Then he softly said, “I hope I didn’t disturb you...?”

You shook your head silently.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind you.

“Why are you here?” you asked, crossing your arms. You didn’t know why you were letting him in so easily or why you weren’t yelling at him. Maybe a part of you missed him. Needed him.

“I brought your favorite cake. I thought you might be craving it,” he said, holding out the cake box. You stared blankly at him. You actually were craving that cake.

“I… I don’t want it. I can’t eat it alone,” you replied, looking away.

His face fell, clearly hurt. Guilt washed over you instantly.

“Hey, come on. I know you’re pissed, but I brought this with love,” he said with a faint smile.

You sighed and took the cake, placing it in the fridge. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch, playing with Oreo—the same cat he gifted you.

“I should go,” he said suddenly, standing up and fixing his beanie.

You looked at him. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn’t say it.

“Sure..” you murmured.

Just as he was about to slip on his shoes, he looked at you one last time. The sight of you all comfy and cozy was clearly tempting for him—you could see it in his eyes. You bit your lip and looked away, trying to stay calm. Then you heard a soft groan. He walked toward you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you close.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice, but he didn't reply. Instead, he kissed you. He pinned you against the door, one hand around your waist, the other pinning your wrists above your head. The kiss was deep—reigniting the fire you thought had died months ago. You missed each other.

If it weren’t for his dial tragedy, you wouldn’t be here right now, kissing each other like you were trying to make up for every fight, every word left unsaid. His hands moved further up, tangling in the locks of your hair and pulling your face closer than ever. Panting heavily, he broke the kiss and pulled his beanie off.

Throwing it aside and running his fingers through his messed up hair, he looked so hot. How were you supposed to control yourself? You lunged forward and pulled him into a hurried kiss. Exploring his mouth, your hands traveled to unzip his jacket. "Too many clothes, Hee..." you muttered, and a sly grin spread across his face.

"And that's your mission... to take each piece off." His words sent a shiver down your spine. Helping you, he threw his puffer jacket off along with the grey t-shirt he was wearing, revealing his toned, lean torso underneath. Seeing how desperately you were looking at his body, as if you never saw him naked before, got him all excited again. His pants tightened.

Coming closer, his hands went to frame your face as you stood frozen. "I think you like what you see way too much." But that was the thing; he was looking so incredible, those baggy jeans and shirtless, especially the bulge highlighting and the waistband of his boxers, which had playboy written on it, showing. You felt so giddy.

With a swift motion, he kissed you again, earning a squeak from you as he patted your bottom so you could jump. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked you to your bedroom slowly, quietly, making sure you could enjoy each moment on each step. By the time you both reached the bedroom, he was already on top of you, pulling your pajama pants off.

"Hee..." a moan left your mouth.

"Yes, baby...?"

His hands circled your clothed center, sending shivers down your spine and making you arch your back. Heeseung was unable to control himself and with a tug, he pulled your panties off too. His rushed hands moved up to remove your slinky t-shirt as he threw it aside. His eyes scanned the half-naked goddess laying in front of him. He was so shamelessly staring at your cleavage before his eyes diverted to take his jeans off, not being able to handle it all anymore.

You were continuously checking Heeseung out. Your eyes traveled to the thick bulge straining his boxers when he removed his pants. He saw the way you were scanning him. Without wasting much time, he took off his boxers too. Pulling him on top of you, he kissed you again, your lips meeting his rapidly. He positioned himself at your glistening entrance, briefly glancing at you before thrusting inside in one go, making you moan softly and squirm on the bed, holding the bedsheets tightly.

"Hee—!" You called him out with a yelp, and he continued his rushed thrusts inside you, not being able to control himself. He panted before pinning both of your hands above your head. "I missed this warmth, baby..."

You could only moan and whine because you were definitely enjoying being his pillow princess; it was intriguing him, too. Every time your orgasm would be near, Heeseung would delay it. It was irritating yet pleasing. A loud groan left Heeseung's mouth as he felt your walls squeezing him way too much, which made him release his grip on your wrists and move to hold your hips instead.

"I– I'm so close!" you cried out loud.

Heeseung panted, then whispered in a hoarse tone, “Cum, baby—cum all over your property.”

His words were enough to send you into the depths of heaven. You came undone, shuddering violently beneath him. It was the same for him; he rested his face against your shoulder, taking deep, heavy breaths before finally emptying himself inside you.

Both of you lay there panting, processing what had just happened, yet neither of you said a word. You both knew you were pitiful like this.

No matter how much you doubted Heeseung, you would always go back to him. No matter how much you hurt Heeseung, he would always go back to you.

It seemed you were both stuck in this loop of tragedies.

A/N: And that's it! It’s short because it was my first fanfic, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! I’ll mostly be writing about him, ngl haha. See you in the next one, bye!