OT7 Forever ˜”*°•.˜”*°• ♡ She/her I’d imagine your hair all messy from my hands your lips swollen from how hard I kissed you my fingers tangled in your waistband pulling you closer even though we’re not in the same room I’d whisper how much I love the way you melt when I touch you like you were made just for me Wish I could send you the heat of my breath right now just to watch you shiver. Niki bias •°*”˜.•°*”˜ Enhypen is seven
In the chaotic haze of college life, Y/n and Jungwon have always been oil and water rivals in class, thorns in each other's sides, trading barbs like it's a sport. But when a late-night study session turns into something heated and forbidden, their hate simmers into a dangerous friends with benefits arrangement. Every touch pulls them deeper into a cycle of jealousy, vulnerability, and that inescapable ache of wanting someone who hurts you just as much as they heal you. Inspired by Ariana Grande's "Everytime," this is a slow-burn tale of emotional rollercoasters: the fights that feel like foreplay, the green-eyed monsters lurking in every glance at an ex, and the realization that falling over and over is the only way to truly land in love. With drama-fueled group hangouts, angsty confessions, and a steamy resolution, who knows if enemies become lovers… or if it's all just another heartbreak waiting to repeat?
This story contains mature themes including explicit sexual content (smut in later chapters), cursing, emotional manipulation, jealousy-fueled drama, angst, and depictions of toxic relationship cycles (inspired by the song's vulnerability). It's intended for readers 18+. Triggers: heartbreak, possessiveness, alcohol use in social settings. No real harm or non-consensual elements, but proceed with caution if sensitive to emotional whiplash in romance.
𝓘𝐍 𝓦𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ❤︎ your best friend is an absolute pervert with a massive fixation on you, stealing your clothes and losing his mind, until he finally breaks down and begs you to let him cross the line.
𝓖𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗭’𝗦 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─── 𝜗ৎ smut. (mdni) || warnings ' perv!jake bsf2lovers dry humping obsessive behavior scent fetish overcoming boundaries mutual pining marking || talktalk ' idk what to think about this it’s just hot to me he’s so pervert coded sorry not sorry.
it was supposed to be a normal movie night right? just you and jake, tangled up in a mess of blankets on your couch, a half empty bowl of popcorn sitting between you. but the air in the room felt heavy, thick with a tension that had been building for months. jake wasn't watching the screen. he was watching you, his dark eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the way your oversized shirt slipped off your shoulder.
you knew jake was a bit of a deviant. he didn't exactly hide it from you, his best friend. he’d make offhand, shameless comments about things that should have made you blush, but you’d always laughed them off as jake just being jake. what you didn't know, what you only recently started to piece together, was how deep that fixation went when it came to you.
it started with small things. a look that lingered too long. the way he’d volunteered to do your laundry when you were sick, only for you to notice later that a pair of your lace underwear had mysteriously vanished, never to be found. you’d caught him once, standing in your bedroom when he thought you were in the kitchen, holding a sweater you’d worn the day before, his face buried deep in the fabric, inhaling your scent with a desperate, shaky breath. you hadn't said anything then, too shocked and, if you were being completely honest with yourself, too thrilled by the raw hunger in his eyes to confront him. but tonight, the boundaries were melting away.
jake shifted, shifting closer until his thigh was pressed hard against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off him. when you turned your head to look at him, you found him already staring, his gaze intense, almost agonizingly focused on your mouth.
"you're not even watching," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly under the weight of his stare.
"can't," jake muttered, his voice rougher than usual. "there's something much better to look at right here."
you swallowed hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. "jake, don't do this. we talked about this. we're friends."
"i know," he said, and the sheer desperation in his voice made your stomach flip. he reached out, his long fingers trembling just a little as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his thumb brushed against your cheekbone, his skin scorching hot. "i know we're friends, y/n. i swear i try to remember that. but it's driving me fucking insane."
"what is?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.
jake let out a breathless laugh, dropping his hand to rest on the cushion right next to your thigh. "you. everything about you. i spend every single day thinking about you. do you have any idea what i do when i'm alone in my apartment? do you know what i think about?"
you stayed quiet, your breath hitching.
"i think about you," jake confessed, leaning in closer, his scent of cedar and pure warmth overwhelming your senses. "i take your clothes, y/n. that sweater you lost last month? i have it. it's under my pillow. i jerk off into it because it smells like you. i sit on my bed, closing my eyes, imagining it's your hands on me instead of my own. i'm a sick fuck, i know it. i'm a pervert. but i need you so bad it hurts."
the honesty of it, the absolute lack of shame mixed with such raw vulnerability, sent a shivering wave of heat straight to your core. you should have been offended. you should have kicked him out. instead, your thighs rubbed together beneath the blanket, already slick.
"jake," you breathed out, your hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the frantic, erratic thumping of his heart. "we can't. if we do this, if we cross this line, there is no going back. i don't want to lose you. you're my best friend."
"i don't want to lose you either," jake said, his forehead coming to rest against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "fucking hell, y/n, you're the best thing in my life. but i'm dying here. just looking at you, touching you like this, it's not enough anymore. i need to feel you. please. just let me have this. let us have this."
"and what happens tomorrow?" you asked, your fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him just a fraction of an inch closer.
"we'll figure it out tomorrow," jake promised, his voice dropping to a needy, pathetic whimper. "just please, y/n. let me." you didn't answer with words. instead, you tilted your head up and closed the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his.
jake let out a choked sound, between a groan and a sob, and instantly took over the kiss. it wasn't a gentle, sweet first kiss. it was a collision. his mouth opened over yours, his tongue sweeping in with a fierce, possessive hunger that left you completely breathless. he gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against his chest as if he wanted to meld your bodies together.
the popcorn bowl fell to the floor, forgotten, as jake shifted his weight, climbing over you and pinning you to the couch. he broke the kiss for a split second to tear his shirt off, tossing it blindly into the room, before diving right back down to feast on your lips. his skin was burning, slick with a light sweat of pure anticipation.
"y/n, oh god, y/n," jake chanted against your mouth, his hands wandering frantically over your body, bunching up your shirt, his palms rough against your bare skin.
he didn't even wait to take your shorts off. the need in him was too feral, too far gone. he settled himself directly between your thighs, the heavy, rigid length of his erection pressing hard against your center through both layers of your clothes. then, he began to grind.
it was a slow, heavy roll of his hips at first, finding the perfect angle. you let out a loud moan right into his mouth, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to lock him close. that sound seemed to snap something inside him. the pace turned frantic, desperate, and completely unchecked.
jake dry humped you with a wild, rhythmic urgency that made the entire couch creak beneath you. every downstroke of his hips pressed his hardness perfectly against your aching core, creating a friction so intense you could feel the heat blooming inside you like wildfire. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving dark marks that you knew would stay for days.
"you feel so good," jake gasped out, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back. "even through your clothes, you're so warm. y/n, please. look at me."
you forced your heavy eyelids open, staring up into his face. jake looked completely wrecked. his hair was a messy nest, his cheeks were flushed dark red, and his eyes were wide, blown out, and filled with a devotion that made your heart ache just as much as your core.
"i've wanted this for years," jake whispered, his hips continuing their relentless, desperate friction against yours. his movements were getting faster, shorter, his breath hitching as he edged closer to the brink just from the sheer feel of you beneath him. "every single time i looked at you. every time you smiled at me. i'm so sorry i'm like this, y/n. i'm so sorry i'm so dirty for you."
"don't apologize," you whined, arching your back, throwing your head back against the armrest as another heavy roll of his pelvis hit you perfectly. "jake, don't stop. please."
"never," he groaned, his hands moving down to grip your thighs, keeping you pinned, keeping you open for him as he rode your thigh with a pathetic, whimpering sort of desperation. "i'm going to ruin myself for you. i already have."
the sheer friction of his jeans against your thin shorts was driving you insane. you could feel the dampness of your own arousal soaking through the fabric, making the contact even more intense, more electric. jake felt it too. he let out a loud, broken whimper, his hips slamming into yours over and over in a quick, merciless rhythm that had you gripping his bare shoulders for dear life, your nails digging into his skin.
"jake, i'm close, i'm going to," you cried out, your vision blurring as the coil of pleasure tightened to an unbearable point.
"cum for me, y/n. let me feel it," jake begged, his voice cracking. he gave one last, deep, heavy grind, his whole body stiffening as he buried his face in your hair.
the orgasm crashed over you in violent, pulsing waves, making your thighs quiver around his waist. right at that exact moment, with your body squeezing around him through the fabric, jake lost his grip completely. he let out a loud, guttural cry, his hips stuttering into you one, two, three more times before he completely froze, his muscles locking tight as he came hard into his own underwear, the heat of it transferring right through to your skin.
the room fell silent, save for the sound of your loud, synchronized, ragged breathing.
jake collapsed fully against you, his heavy chest rising and falling against yours, his face still hidden in your neck. he didn't move for a long time, just holding you as if you would disappear if he let go. his hands, still resting on your hips, were twitching slightly.
after a few minutes, he slowly lifted his head. the feral, perverted hunger from before was replaced by something incredibly soft, almost anxious. he looked down at you, searching your face, a sudden wave of panic in his eyes.
"did i ruin it?" he whispered, his voice incredibly small. "y/n, please tell me i didn't just ruin everything."
you looked at him, taking in his messy hair, his flushed face, and the absolute devotion shining in his eyes. a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb wiping away a stray bead of sweat.
"you didn't ruin anything, you idiot," you giggled softly.
jake let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned heavily into your touch, closing his eyes. "i love you so much. you have no idea. i'm still a creep, though. i'm still keeping that sweater."
you laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that filled the quiet room. "i know you are, jake. we'll talk about your theft problems later. but right now? i think you still owe me a proper round without our clothes on."
jake's eyes snapped open, a wicked, familiar spark returning to them as a slow, shameless grin spread across his face. "baby, you have no idea what you just started."
pairing ⟢ idol! lee heeseung ✘ art student! reader
synopsis ╋━ You definitely shouldn’t question reality when a suspicious burner account likes your post, from weeks ago. Good thing you didn’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t have found out that the mysterious man behind the account is actually the main vocalist of the boy band ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung.
✓ social media au! I don’t care that Heeseung is no longer part of ENHYPEN, this is just a silly idea of mine and I brought it to life.
『 part 2 』 ┆ 『 part 3 』 ┆ 『 part 4 』 ┆ more to come….
— when the deadline hit, your landlord gave you an option that made paying rent the least of your worries.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> :Parings: (Landlord) Heeseung x reader.ᐟ -
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> :Genres: ( MDNI ),paying rent with your body, , necktie pulling, smut, everything is consensual , Spit-Trail Kiss, grown Adult romance ,(m) receiving and (f) receiving; ,freaky heeseung mentioned ,switch heeseung included , big d heeseung included , protection used , Landlord heeseung included , small age-gap included (2-4 years apart ) , Deep and husky / raspy voice heeseung included , he talks you through it , older heeseung included , Hickie's included , Pet names included (examples like : Sir, and ect ) , heeseung likes being called DADA, heeseung has man Tata’s , Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deep Voice/Whispering, Encouragement, Financial Power Play, Broad shoulders heeseung , Paid In Kind, Contractual Relationship, Moral Ambiguity (Light), Evolving Power Dynamic, Overstimulated Submissive (M/F), Nipple Play (Male), Rough Kissing, Heavy Breathing, Collar Play, After care included, Internal Ejaculation, Visible Bulge Post-Ejaculation, , learning how to do your first blow job , riding the dih for the first time , experienced heeseung included , not fully experienced reader included , reader is (24 ) , heeseung / Evan is (28), creampie!, fingering and squirting included , if you squint closely size kink , pussy deprived eater included ,Both of them are consenting adults .
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> : sypnosis: The rent is late. Critically, impossibly late.You live in an apartment complex owned by the notorious Mr. Lee—or, as everyone knows him, Heeseung or Evan—and he’s finally come to collect. You expected an eviction notice. Instead, the older man with the deep, authoritative voice offers a different kind of payment plan: a strictly consensual, transactional arrangement where your body becomes the collateral for your debt. The deadline is past, the desperation is real, and the cost of keeping your home is becoming Heeseung’s most treasured tenant.
pairing ⟢ idol! lee heeseung ✘ art student! reader
synopsis ╋━ You definitely shouldn’t question reality when a suspicious burner account likes your post, from weeks ago. Good thing you didn’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t have found out that the mysterious man behind the account is actually the main vocalist of the boy band ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung.
✓ social media au! I don’t care that Heeseung is no longer part of ENHYPEN, this is just a silly idea of mine and I brought it to life.
『 part 2 』 ┆ 『 part 3 』 ┆ 『 part 4 』 ┆ more to come….
pairing ⟢ idol! lee heeseung ✘ art student! reader
synopsis ╋━ You definitely shouldn’t question reality when a suspicious burner account likes your post, from weeks ago. Good thing you didn’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t have found out that the mysterious man behind the account is actually the main vocalist of the boy band ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung.
✓ social media au! I don’t care that Heeseung is no longer part of ENHYPEN, this is just a silly idea of mine and I brought it to life.
『 part 1 』 ┆ 『 part 2 』 ┆ 『 part 3 』 ┆ more to come….
pairing ⟢ idol! lee heeseung ✘ art student! reader
synopsis ╋━ You definitely shouldn’t question reality when a suspicious burner account likes your post, from weeks ago. Good thing you didn’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t have found out that the mysterious man behind the account is actually the main vocalist of the boy band ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung.
✓ social media au! I don’t care that Heeseung is no longer part of ENHYPEN, this is just a silly idea of mine and I brought it to life.
He let out a soft sigh through his nose. “Today was long.”
You smiled faintly, voice low and warm through the speaker. “Tough practice?”
He nodded. “And meetings. The kind where you sit through five of them and barely remember what was even said.” His words came slow, voice heavy with sleep. “I feel like my brain’s still lagging.”
“You still sound cute,” you murmured.
He groaned. “Don’t flirt with me when I’m too tired to defend myself.”
“Not flirting,” you said. “Just telling the truth. You look soft right now. Like you’d fall asleep if I stopped talking for two seconds.”
“I would,” he whispered. “But don’t stop.”
A pause.
Jungwon curled tighter into his blanket, voice almost drowsy now. “Can I ask something dumb?”
“Always.”
“Do you ever think about… like, living together someday?”
You blinked, then smiled. “Yeah. More often than I probably should.”
Jungwon bit his lip. “What do you imagine?”
You leaned your head back against your headboard, voice quieter now. “I imagine waking up with your face half buried in my chest. You groaning because I’m too warm. You walking into the kitchen wearing my hoodie that’s too big for you. I imagine eating dinner together in silence while your foot plays with mine under the table.”
Jungwon covered his face. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You laughed. “Too much?”
“No,” he said, voice thick. “Just… I think about it too. More now than I used to.”
“Why more now?”
A pause. Then, softly: “Because every time I call you, I realize how much I miss having you around. Your voice makes my shoulders relax. My breathing slows. It’s like… my body knows you’re home even if you’re far.”
Your chest tightened.
“I know I act really composed most of the time,” he went on. “I try not to be clingy. But when it’s quiet like this, I wish you were here. Just lying next to me. Not even saying anything. Just… being here.”
You let that settle.
Then, in a quiet voice: “I feel the same, Wonnie. All the time.”
He blinked up at the ceiling, biting the inside of his cheek. “You do?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I think I’d sleep better if you were just breathing next to me. Not doing anything. Just existing close enough that I could reach for you.”
Silence. A peaceful one.
No rustling. No replies. Just two soft breathing patterns over a quiet line — in sync like waves.
And then, barely above a whisper, Jungwon said,
“…I really love you.”
Your breath caught. Not because it was a surprise, but because of how he said it — so simple, so raw, like he didn’t need to say anything else in the world.
You sat up slightly, hand clutching your phone tighter, voice filled with sudden warmth. “I love you so much, Jungwon. You don’t even know.”
He smiled into his pillow, shyly. “No, I think I do.”
“I’d fly across the world right now if it meant getting to hold you for just ten minutes.”
“I’d let you,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t even pretend to protest.”
You both smiled.
And stayed there.
Not talking. Not moving.
Just the sound of your love echoing softly through a phone speaker at 1:17 a.m., where hearts rested quietly — connected, even in silence.
Of course. Jungwon straightens, that confident poise kicking in. The room leans in, like he's about to drop some profound wisdom. Choe Yui nods encouragingly beside him, her pen pausing mid-note. She's got this calm energy, like the eye of a storm—always mediating, from what I've heard. Makes sense she'd stick with him.
"Emotional cycles," Jungwon starts, his voice steady and measured, "they're not inevitable. Sure, we all have patterns from our pasts, but secure attachment? That's the key. It's about breaking the loop—choosing vulnerability without the toxicity. Jealousy, pain… those are just excuses if you're not willing to communicate."
A few murmurs of agreement ripple through the circle. Heeseung nods thoughtfully, and even Professor Kim looks pleased. Jake shoots me a side-eye, like he's waiting for the counterpunch. I can feel it building in my chest, that familiar itch to push back. He's making it sound so easy, like love's just a checkbox on a syllabus. As if anyone's got the manual for not fucking it up.
"But that's bullshit," I blurt out before I can stop myself. The room snaps to me, and I lean forward, elbows on knees. "Secure attachment? In theory, maybe. In real life? It's a myth for most people. We keep circling back because that pull—the one that hurts—is what feels alive. You fall, you crash, but every time? You get up and chase it again. Vulnerability isn't a choice; it's the goddamn trap."
Jungwon's eyes lock on mine across the circle, darkening just a fraction. No smirk this time—it's something sharper, like I've hit a nerve. "A trap? That's pessimistic, Y/n. Sounds like you're romanticizing dysfunction. Not everyone needs drama to feel connected."
"Romanticizing?" I scoff, my voice rising despite the cozy room's vibe. Heat crawls up my neck, but I don't back down. "Try surviving it. I've seen friends—hell, I've been there—where you know it's poison, but the jealousy? The way it twists your gut when they look at someone else? That's the cycle. You can't 'communicate' your way out of wanting what burns you."
Jake chuckles beside me, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "She's got a point, man. My last ex? Pure chaos. I'd text her at 2 a.m. just to see if she was with someone else. Addictive as fuck."
Sunghoon, ever the quiet one, smirks from Jake's other side. "Speak for yourself. I prefer ice over fire." But his eyes flick to me approvingly, and it feels like a small win.
The door creaks open then, and Sunoo slips in late, all wide eyes and apologetic waves. He's the sunshine of the ENHYPEN group—blond hair flopping as he slides into a seat next to Heeseung, mouthing "sorry" to Professor Kim. "Missed the start? Emotional cycles? Ooh, juicy. I'm team drama—makes the good parts hotter."
Laughter breaks the tension, and even I crack a smile. Sunoo's like that: turns everything into a rom-com. But Jungwon doesn't laugh. He's still watching me, jaw tight, and when Jake's hand lingers a beat too long on my shoulder, Jungwon's gaze flicks there, narrowing. Jealousy? No way. Wishful thinking. He's probably just annoyed I'm stealing his spotlight again.
Yui jumps in smoothly, her voice soft but steady. "I get both sides. Communication helps, but yeah, those pulls… they're hard to ignore. Like, why do we keep falling for the same type, even after it wrecks us?"
can you write a fic with heeseung and cold reader and theyre both friends except heeseung likes her and its lowkey obvious but reader doesnt realize she likes him until its too late
you can choose the ending though if you dont wanna end it with angst idek if this is a good idea or boring 💔
📁 2026.works. ╰ 📂 HEESEUNG : ANGST/SMAU! best friend!heeseung x reader (college setting)
—. sooo made it INSANELY dramatic and angsty idk what got onto me LMFAO broke my own heart writing this… but thanks for your request i hope you’ll like it also i took a while to write it bc i wanted to write it as a fully redacted fic but in the end i was more inspired with a smau format so i hope you’ll won’t mind, made it rlly long to compensate hehe, enjoy<3
sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cusssing, featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin, (more to be added) this one made me giggle
sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cussing, featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin, (more to be added)
sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cussing, featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin, (more to be added)
sypnosis: getting paired up with nishimura riki for a project was not apart of your plan for second semester, considering he's quite literally known for simply not caring. But who knows, maybe he's willing to make an exception.
contains: suggestive jokes, cussing, college au, featuring the following: Jake, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunoo, Yunjin, (more to be added)
genuinely have up to 5 parts of this rotting in my drafts so i might as well start releasing them
