my favourite fic writers, a recommendation list. (EXO & ENHYPEN) see under mentions for fic recs • this post will be continuously updated <3 18+ only
@guliexe
@si3rren
@ikeukiss
@prkhaven
@bmbidoll
@cyberexo
@lolliloopsy
@heesmiles
@jakescapes
@shortonwon
@bobohu4eva
@baekhyunsbestie
these amazing people are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and to the best of my knowledge are still active, will be editing/adding more with time! <3
fic recommendations! as you can see these are based on my biases *blink blink* so please if you want, head over to their blogs and see what else they have in store!! x
THIS IS ALL SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
please make sure you read the authors notes before reading their work in case of triggers or themes you may not be comfortable with, thank youuu (yes it’s in alphabetical order)
apple cider by @hoon4lia 15k wc. [lee heeseung]
all mine by @baekhyunsbestie 8.5k+ wc. [byun baekhyun]
beautiful waste by @si3rren 10k wc. [park sunghoon]
cumming of age by @enhaflixer [lee heeseung]
c’mon just 7 more minutes 1 / 2 by @lolliloopsy 7k wc. [sim jaeyun]
collide by @heesmiles 19k wc. [lee heeseung]
daddy’s girl by @ireverie 20k wc. [park sunghoon]
dirty secrets by @prkhaven 28.2k wc. [sim jaeyun]
dare me to by @ikeukiss 11.7k wc. [sim jaeyun]
falling into ruin by @heesmiles 22k wc. [lee heeseung]
fuck you better by @shariasweet 5.9k wc. [sim jaeyun]
forbidden eyes by @prkhaven 3k wc. [sim jaeyun]
fire meet gasoline by @ikeukiss 5.9k wc. [sim jaeyun]
helping hand by @pinkjellyz 8.6k wc. [lee heeseung]
honey on ice by @liuhsng 18.4k wc. [park sunghoon]
i could be a good mother by @sshnzsr 2k wc. [lee heeseung]
i want you so bad by @lolliloopsy [lee heeseung]
keep quiet by @si3rren [park sunghoon]
laundry night by @cyberexo 3k+ wc. [byun baekhyun]
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@heejamas
@elikajinnie
@jaeyundazed
THIS IS ALL SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
accidentally yours by @jakesimfromstatefarm 24k wc. [park sunghoon]
bed chem by @tulipbaeks 4.3k wc. [park chanyeol]
conflict of interest by @jaylaxies 6.7k wc. [lee heeseung]
cheaters / cheaters 2 by @yuckyyuna 12k wc. [yang jungwon]
conflict of interest by @hoonsocks [park sunghoon]
diet pepsi by @si3rren [sim jaeyun]
daddy’s perfect little mommy by @swiftjay23 [park sunghoon]
desperate devotion by @elikajinnie 7.8k wc. [sim jaeyun]
deal with it by @m-hypen 12k wc. [sim jaeyun]
erotic empathy by @simpjaes 12.7k wc. [sim jaeyun]
edge of you by @si3rren [sim jaeyun]
frostbite by @heesmiles 25k wc. [park sunghoon]
fumbler won, bad flirting, 2 by @rikiheres 8.4k wc. [yang jungwon]
hollow by @swiftjay23 [lee heeseung]
hyper-sexual by @simpjaes 13.8k wc. [sim jaeyun]
hold still by @si3rren [yang jungwon]
hypnotic data by @rikiheres 9.2k wc. [lee heeseung]
how i met sunghoon by @heejamas 28k wc. [park sunghoon]
keep you forever in the dark by @elikajinnie 20.7k wc. [park sunghoon]
like a tattoo by @bambiens smau [lee heeseung]
illicit affairs by @jaeyundazed 8k wc. [lee heeseung]
i don’t wanna be just friends by @heejamas 28k wc. [sim jaeyun]
late return by @guliexe 6.5k wc. [nishimura riki]
manchild by @heejamas 9.5k wc. [sim jaeyun]
my lover boy by @si3rren [yang jungwon]
night shift / day shift by @simpjaes 19k wc. [park sunghoon]
needy by @guliexe 3.1k wc. [lee heeseung]
one on one by @guliexe 7.4k wc. [nishimura riki]
operation: how to not get the girl by @heesmiles 28k wc. [lee heeseung]
player rank: platinum by @simpjaes 30k wc. [lee heeseung]
petals under her feet by @si3rren [lee heeseung]
press play and obey by @elikajinnie 12.7k wc. [lee heeseung]
ruin me by @si3rren [sim jaeyun]
responsible guy by @heejamas 13k wc. [sim jaeyun]
ruin me by @jaeyundazed 6k wc. [lee heeseung]
silent vows, shattered moans by @swiftjay23 7.2k wc. [lee heeseung]
sweet little money maker by @simpjaes 13.6k wc. [sim jaeyun]
say it again by @si3rren 10k wc. [yang jungwon]
shoreline by @guliexe 8.8k wc. [sim jaeyun]
stockholm syndrome by @heejamas 30k wc. [sim jaeyun]
sweat & sex by @lolliloopsy 5.3k wc. [lee heeseung]
simp by @simpjaes 5.6k wc. [sim jaeyun]
smarty in my pants by @ikeukiss 2.3k wc. [sim jaeyun]
sable and kyros by @si3rren 19k wc. [park sunghoon]
scream for me by @si3rren 13k wc. [park sunghoon]
what pretty girls feed on by @elikajinnie 31.6k wc. [lee heeseung]
waiting room by @heejamas 21k wc. [lee heeseung]
started 24/08/25 -> last updated 24/12/25 • oh what was that? you have a recommendation?? HAND. IT. OVER. 👹
DUE TO TAG RESTRICTIONS PART 3 IS PINNED ON MY BLOG
continued here because apparently tumblr doesn’t like it when you mention more than 50 amazing jaw dropping writers. some do contain dark themes that readers may or not be uncomfortable with. please make sure you read the authors notes and warnings before proceeding!
THIS IS ALL SMUT, MINORS DNI
all night by @jaeyundazed 5.5k wc. [sim jaeyun]
a boy is a knife by @makeitworse 3k wc. [park sunghoon]
after hours by @dollsette 10.8k wc. [sim jaeyun]
claws and all by @lac4ygal 5.2k wc. [lee heeseung]
emails I can’t send by @i2sunric 9.4k wc. [lee heeseung]
girlfriend simulator by @heejamas 37k wc. [lee heeseung]
i don’t want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck by @taeghi 15.7k wc. [lee heeseung]
lakeside, lovesick by @elikajinnie 22.9k [sim jaeyun]
marionette by @jaylaxies 16.1k wc. [yang jungwon]
only if you you say yes by @jaylaxies 17.4k wc. [lee heeseung]
our webbed love by @jakescapes 11.8k wc. [sim jaeyun]
p.i.m.p. by @jaeyundazed 2.4k wc. [lee heeseung]
the sweet escape by @heejamas 5.8k wc. [lee heeseung]
under the influence by @lovriki 4.8k wc. [lee heeseung]
under the covers by @enhaflixer 24.7k wc. [lee heeseung]
started 24/12/25 -> last updated 07/05/26 • oh what was that? you have a recommendation?? HAND. IT. OVER. 👹
librarian girl | 03. the pain as a remembrance of her touch
[ the “jungwon’s litter box” universe ]
ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ ni-ki x female reader
featuring˙⋆✮ minju & yunah (illit)
GENRE ➛ smau. fake dating. romcom. crack & fluff.
synopsis ✧˖° riki has never been the type of person to be at a loss for words. so, when he found out you were working at the library down the street, he decided to try to talk to you. but every time he came remotely close to that chance, he grew ridden with nerves and convinced himself to try again tomorrow. the thing is… tomorrow turned into a week, and now he’s trying to convince you that he’s not a stalker.
⤷ very very loosely inspired by the song liberian girl
contents & warnings: profanity; violent jokes; kms jokes; and let’s just say the money is in USD lol;
taglist: OPEN !!!
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notes; THEY FINALLY SPOKE TO EACH OTHER HAHAHA! i’m having so much fun making this bc he’s so down bad lmfao. tysm for reading & enjoyyy 💗 !!!
disclaimer: if this piece of writing comes across as familiar, it was originally written and published for Byun Baekhyun (by me), but I’ve decided to take it down and rewrite it for Heeseung. current ticket availability: low… oh no! like or reblog to book your ticket now! 🎫 warning: this media contains thematic scenes that are not suitable for pupils under the age of 18, minors do not interact!
current word count: 3.7k (3,785) tag list: now open!
librarian girl | 02. michael did not die for this disrespect
[ the “jungwon’s litter box” universe ]
ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ ni-ki x female reader
featuring˙⋆✮ minju & yunah (illit)
GENRE ➛ smau. fake dating. romcom. crack & fluff.
synopsis ✧˖° riki has never been the type of person to be at a loss for words. so, when he found out you were working at the library down the street, he decided to try to talk to you. but every time he came remotely close to that chance, he grew ridden with nerves and convinced himself to try again tomorrow. the thing is… tomorrow turned into a week, and now he’s trying to convince you that he’s not a stalker.
⤷ very very loosely inspired by the song liberian girl
contents & warnings: profanity; violent jokes; timestamps are kinda important too;
taglist: OPEN !!!
[previous] ༺☆༻ [next]
notes; this chapter is pretty long lmfao. but i hope you’re enjoying so far!
author's note: i had so much fun writing that fake deuxmoi blind item tbh
IMPORTANT: because this is a fame au, paparazzi pictures are crucial to the story; these photos will only be used for reference only (so you can visualize it better!) and are not made to reflect anyone in the actual photos used.
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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ── love triangle. angst & some humor. smau.
⌞ lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon ⌝
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
❁✿❀: i think i strayed away from the angst a bit in the last couple chapters. so we’re diving STRAIGHT back into it with full force. i’m so sorry in advanced😭!!!
[previous] ༻❁✿❀༺ [next]
notes; how are we feeling chat😆👀..? i’m looking forward to seeing the reactions for this chapter lmfaoo. hit me with all the thoughts and opinions fr haha. and as always, thank you so much for reading 😚🫶🏽 !!!
[ the “jungwon’s litter box” universe ]
ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ ni-ki x female reader
featuring˙⋆✮ minju & yunah (illit)
GENRE ➛ smau. fake dating. romcom. crack & fluff.
synopsis ✧˖° riki has never been the type of person to be at a loss for words. so, when he found out you were working at the library down the street, he decided to try to talk to you. but every time he came remotely close to that chance, he grew ridden with nerves and convinced himself to try again tomorrow. the thing is… tomorrow turned into a week, and now he’s trying to convince you that he’s not a stalker.
⤷ very very loosely inspired by the song liberian girl
contents & warnings: profanity; suggestive jokes (?); one use of a petname lmao;
taglist: OPEN !!!
[profiles] ༺☆༻ [next]
notes; after many months (i am so so sorry) the first chapter is finally hereee YAYYYYY !!! i hope you guys enjoyed and that it was worth waiting for. also i’m watching the michael jackson movie on fridayyyy. i’m so excited. his music was legit my entire childhood. but we have a chaotic journey ahead of us chat lmfaoo.
[ the “jungwon’s litter box” universe ]
ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ ni-ki x female reader
featuring˙⋆✮ minju & yunah (illit)
GENRE ➛ smau. fake dating. romcom. crack & fluff.
synopsis ✧˖° riki has never been the type of person to be at a loss for words. so, when he found out you were working at the library down the street, he decided to try to talk to you. but every time he came remotely close to that chance, he grew ridden with nerves and convinced himself to try again tomorrow. the thing is… tomorrow turned into a week, and now he’s trying to convince you that he’s not a stalker.
⤷ very very loosely inspired by the song liberian girl
contents & warnings: N/A
taglist: OPEN !!!
da three musketeers⚔️🖤: yn & friends
yn ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 21, loves money, and works at her local library during the summer. or just any holiday that her university gives to her (which is quite sparse). despite having a friendly face, internally she’s a D1 hater of most things. one thing she hates is the fact that people feel the need to point out how introverted she can be. and what she hates most of all is obnoxious men. but despite being a raging “misandrist”, when she was younger, she used to have the biggest crush on yunah’s brother… though it was more like a celebrity crush than anything else.
yunah & minju ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ yunah is the only extrovert out of the three and is the “mom” of the group (coincidentally she is the oldest). minju can be a bit naive at times but is the sweetest person on planet earth. sometimes people even say she “balances out the group’s snarky energy” (according to yn, those people just hate when women have opinions). these two have been best friends with yn from kindergarten and they’ve been inseparable ever since. they even somehow managed to end up as roommates in uni… despite everyone else telling them that living with friends was a bad idea.
jungwon’s litter box😾: ni-ki & the rest of enhypen
ni-ki ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ he has a minor superiority complex because he just so happens to be good at any and everything he does. even if it’s his first time doing it. and when you mix that with his peculiar sense of humor, sometimes it can get in his way. for example, when a girl he attempted to flirt with thought he was bullying her… he wasn’t. he’s a menance to his core however, he was unfortunately nuked with chronic knee issues. and he may dabble in the occasional random side quests...
[librarian girl ☆ masterlist]
notes; RAHHH PROFILES ARE HERE YAYY!! i don’t even know why it was so hard for me to come up with these descriptions lmfaoo. but we ball 😼😹 !!!
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ── love triangle. angst & some humor. smau.
⌞ lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon ⌝
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
notes; this chapter is pretty short but i wanted to get something out😓… hopefully what i have in store for the next part will make up for it. and thank you for readinggg 💗 !!!
burn out loser: ❛you're paired with riki nishimura as your lab partner. otherwise known as the stoner freak that everyone knew to avoid. you only have one focus, well two. get an a in the class then get as far from him as possible. but now that he's met you, riki wants nothing else but you. and riki always gets what he wants. ❜
۶ৎpairing: stoner(artist)!riki x meangirl!reader
۶ৎgenre: smut. college au
۶ৎtw: smut (mdni!) hentai (description of nude drawings), masturbation (m), slight phone sex (yn has no idea it's happening), riki has a slight degradation kink, reader may or may not know her effect on riki...
۶ৎwc: 4763
riki's phone buzzed for the fourth time in ten minutes. he ignored it. not fully, eyes still flickering over the screen and reading the message you sent. each message lights the dark edges of his room from where it rested on his bed, each vibration brief and sharp against the quiet. it's insistent, but riki's attention stays lowered, fixed on the sketchbook spread across his lap.
graphite drags softly across the paper. slow, careful. the room smelled faintly like weed and pencil shavings, warm air trapped beneath the lazy spin of his ceiling fan. pieces of his school uniform scattered across the floor, sneakers lined up neatly against the wall underneath his display of hats. half-empty water bottles crowded his desk beside stacks of books and half finished drawings, and at the center of the mess was you. or at least the version of you he couldn't seem to stop drawing.
riki leaned back deeper into his mattress, one knee bent beneath his sketchbook while his pencil traced the line of your jaw with unsettling familiarity. you looked back at him from the page with your usual expression, mildly annoyed, undeniably judgmental. and pretty as hell. he took his time with shading your curls dark around the edges, careful with the shape of them. that had been the first thing he noticed about you months ago when your chemistry teacher paired the two of you together for labs.
it wasn't your body, which he noticed days later when you came to class in a pair of low tight jeans and an even tighter sweatshirt. not your legs, that was when he walked by the gym the same moment you were stretching with the other girls on the track team, the tiniest shorts barely covering your ass. it was your hair. huge curls pulled into a painfully neat ponytail while you stood beside him holding your books to your chest with this look on your face like you'd been personally offended by his existence.
“it's you and me now,” you had said flatly, setting your books down beside him. you didn't even spare a smile in his direction as you flipped through the pages in the text book. not an ounce of excitement. like being partnered with riki nishimura was equivalent to community service. he remembered staring at you for a second too long. he hated too admit that he was immediately mesmerized by the sight of you. pretty girls usually blurred together for him after a while. they were too loud, too easy, too impressed by themselves.
but you were different. controlled, yet sharp around the edges. you looked at him like you already knew exactly what kind of person he was and disapproved of it immediately. and for some reason, that got under his skin. which was weird, he was never one that cared at all what anyone thought of him. especially when that someone was as obviously stuck up as he knew you were.
the first sketch happened by accident. two weeks into being partners, you'd leaned over the lab table to snatch a beaker from his hand before he could 'contaminate something' according to you. your perfume hit him first. then your voice. then the sight of your stupid little skirt riding higher against your thighs when you pressed against him. his gaze kept shifting down to his notebook as you lectured him through the class and without even fully realizing it, he had absentmindedly sketched the outline of your side profile into the margin.
it was just your face at first. big eyes. full lips. the tiny wrinkle between your brows whenever you were irritated. after that, it got worse quickly. because the more time riki spent around you, the more he started to notice details tiny mundane details about you and he couldn't find it in himself to stop. he found himself watching you when he should be working, searching for you in the halls, sketching out the changes of every one of your expressions, ignoring the way each face of yours made his body react.
he never missed a detail when drawing you. the soft gloss on your lips. gold jewelry against your skin. he even had the designs on your acrylic nails imprinted in his mind. you've tapped them impatiently against enough counter tops while you were together for him to notice. mostly when he was ignoring you. which was often. mostly because he knew it drove you insane.
another buzz.
yn.
did u finish the prelab
riki im serious
answer me hello??
did u do it or not?????
if u don't do ur portion we're both getting docked
riki
a quiet laugh falls from his lips. there it was again. that bossy little tone. like everything you said deserved immediate attention. most people probably gave it to you too. student body president. straight a's. on the valedictorian track. teachers looked at you like you'd cure diseases someday. you had everyone eating out of your hand and riki could tell how much you loved that. which made it even more fun for him to mess with you. he was the completely opposite of you. socially. faculty spoke to riki like he was one missed assignment away from ending in school forever, when that was the furthest from the case.
he can still remember the look of surprise on your face when you saw his transcript. eyes flickering over the rankings sheet pinned outside the counselor's office after lab assignments were posted. pretty lips parted as your brows furrowed, head tilted to the side. he had drawn that face numerous times after. you were cute when you were confused. unable to figure out how the burnout with dark circles under his eyes and nicotine-stained fingers sat comfortably at number twenty-three in the senior class with a near-perfect GPA.
no effort. no participation. no studying. he just... understood things. and it irritated you. riki liked that way more than he should've. his pencil slowed over the page again. the sketch had evolved somewhere along the way. your skirt sat bunched high up over your hips, chest pressed against the cool wood of your desk, back arched slightly like you're offering your ass out to him. he'd gladly accept. riki redrew your mouth, swapping your signature frown to a cute pout. eyes basically begging for him.
you're alone in the drawing, he hasn't gained the courage to draw himself in just yet. what that would look like was locked away in his imagination and the intimacy of it still made heat settle low in his stomach. the drawing itself implied that somebody was watching, that he was there waiting. wanting. his jaw tightened slightly, because this was the part he tried not to think about too hard. what being with you would actually feel like. did your bossy entitled attitude translate into the bedroom? or would pleasure make you more docile, submissive? he was hoping for the latter. loved the idea of breaking your composure and making you crazy for him.
at first, drawing you had just been a joke to himself. a way to survive your constant nagging without snapping back. the drawings were innocent than. your scowl. your eye rolls. the really pretty dress you wore one day it was too hot out and the mean expression you paired with it. you always seemed angry with him, annoyed with everything that came out of his mouth. granted – he didn't take anything seriously while you took everything seriously.
he knew exactly how your mouth looked when you got frustrated. exactly how your lashes lowered when you concentrated. and the way your voice changed whenever he ignored you long enough to genuinely piss you off. and weirdly enough, he liked when you were angry at him. because your attention sharpened. focused entirely on him instead of the work that was in front of you. and he would never admit how much he liked to be the center of your focus.
another buzz interrupts his thoughts.
yn.
hello???
riki dragged his tongue slowly across his teeth while staring at the screen. then his gaze shifted back to his sketch. his teeth cut into his lower lip as he outlined the shape of your ass, highlighting the cute dimples he caught a glimpse of when you were bending down to search through your purse. his eyes flutter closed, pencil moving again, softer this time. more careful. imagining fully how your pussy would look. it's cute. like the rest of you of course. waxed regularly (he had seen the punch card in your wallet), tight needy hole that he was sure to make look like it was dripping. for him.
he added wet shine to your lips with the edge of his eraser. darkened the shadows between your legs, smudged graphite gently along the curve of your bare ass until it looked almost real beneath his fingertips. his stomach tightened, cock pressing against the fabric of his sweats. too real. that was the problem. because this wasn't real at all and he couldn't think of a scenario where it would be.
another text appears.
yn.
i genuinely cant tell if ur stupid or jus annoying on purpose.
a grin pulled lazily at the corner of his mouth. finally, riki is reaching with his free hand for his phone, typing back one handed.
riki
both probably.
three dots appear instantly, like you had been camping out in your messages. and he doesn't doubt that you were. you always answered quickly when you were irritated. riki stared at the screen for a second before looking back down at the sketch resting across his lap, desperately wishing it was you instead. he has no idea where his subtle amusement for you had turned into this all consuming obsession, but it had only been a few months since you were paired and now pages and pages of his sketchbooks were filled with you.
the dots disappear and reappear for at least thirty seconds before you're settling on what to say.
yn.
im calling u
riki barely has time to register the message before his phone is lighting up in his hand. your name flashing across his screen once again. and a quiet laugh falls from his lips. of course you'd call before he could respond. texting never seemed fast enough for you once he's successfully gotten under your skin. mainly because he'd go hours between responses, sometimes without even realizing it.
he let it ring twice just to be annoying before finally answering, thumb pressing lazily against the screen while his eyes scanned over the picture in his lap. he's quick to add the heart charm of your anklet before detailing your white tennis shoes. “hello?” he says, voice low and rough. he had been sitting in his room alone for god knows how long.
“are you actually stupid?” no greeting. just straight into frustration. riki can't help the smile that pushes onto his lips. your voice pours through the speaker warm and sharp at the same time, and somehow it sounded even hotter filtered through late-night static. he could hear movement on your end, drawers opening, water rushing, the faith click of acrylic nails against something hard. you were most likely getting ready for bed. probably had a ten step night time routine and everything.
“you called me just to say that?” he asks lazily.
you don't hesitate for a second. “yes,” you're scoffing. “because you're impossible to work with.” he hears the groan that you let out, imagining the roll of your eyes.
his pencil drags slowly down the page again while you speak. spreading your legs a bit wider, the wetness clear against your thighs. it looks so inviting, like you're just waiting for somebody to step between them. his grip tightens around his pencil, throat clearing as a slight flush rises on his cheeks. “you're dramatic...” he murmurs, he couldn't be further from this conversation with you right now.
“i'm dramatic!?” you repeat incredulously. “riki, the prelab was due three hours ago.” he nods despite the fact you can't see him. “mhm.”
“mhm?” your voice sharpens. “that's all you have to say?” he hums quietly, eyes tracing your pretty folds. his thumb stroking over the image and he's convinced himself it's only for shading. he wasn't at all imagining how you'd really feel beneath his fingers. moaning instead of talking his ear off. that was his biggest problem with you. you never shut up. every word out of your mouth made him more aware of you. of your lips. your eyes. your attitude. the way you got meaner the more attention you wanted. and how pathetic he was for liking how mean to him you were. “are you even listening to me?” you demanding.
“no.” he hums and his met by a stunned silence from you. a few seconds pass before you're scoffing and he can just picture the way you shake your head. “you are such an asshole,” riki lets out a laugh under his breath, leaning farther back against the wall behind his bed. his sweats had started feeling painfully tight long before he even decided to start drawing you tonight, now your voice (and insults) were making it worse. especially because he could picture exactly what you looked like right now without even trying.
probably curled up in bed by now. face glowing from all the serums and creams. hair down instead of pulled into that stupid ponytail he hated how desperately he wanted to wrap around his fist. his hand drifts absently lower against his stomach, while you hurl a string of complaints his way. it's not intentional at first, just pressure. palming at the stiffness that presses against the cotton, teeth tugging gently at his lower lip.
“you know,” you continue, clearly winding yourself up now. “normal lab partners actually communicate with each other. are you that strung out that you can't even muster a simple text?” there's bite to your tone that has riki's pulse ticking. “mhm,” he repeats, thumb tracing over the length of his cock through the fabric of his sweats.
“stop saying mhm,” you snap. he's not even listening, really. the sound falling from his lips before he can even register that you had said. “mhm,” you groan loudly and it has a smile spreading across his features. “riki.” the warning in your voice has his cock twitching. “jesus christ,” he sighs, barely loud enough for you to actually hear. his fingers curl loosely against the waistband of his sweats, slowly tugging them out of the way as his hand slips beneath them. his eyes stare at the drawing in his lap. at your mouth. your thighs. the way your pussy glistens against the page and how he'd willingly trade everything for a taste.
“you're being difficult on purpose,” you accuse after a minute, had waited for him to say more than just 'mhm' and when you realized he had no intention to, you were coming to that conclusion. riki smirks, hand running over the length of his cock slowly. “why do you say that?”
you're shocked that you got more than a two word response out of him. but it's not enough to settle the annoyance that buzzes in your chest. “i can hear your stupid smile through the phone,” that caught him off guard enough to make him laugh softly. like an actual pretty laugh that you had never heard before and hearing the reaction through the phone made you pause. unsure how he was able to make a sound like that and why it had you feeling giddy all of a sudden.
the silence shifts. you're still irritated, but there's a hint a warmth in your tone now. a bit of intrigue hidden between the line. riki swallows slowly, eyes dropping back to the sketchbook while his pencil starts to move again. the same rhythm of his hand on his cock. careful strokes as his hips tilt up to meet his fist. he darkens your lashes, adds in the delicate glint of jewelry against your throat. the page is messy with smudges and abandoned lines, but your face stays painfully detailed.
“you're weirdly quiet,” you mutter after a second. “i'm drawing,” the words slip out before he could stop them. you've seen him scribbling in his sketchbook may times before, always careful to tuck it away before you got too close. never listened when you told him you wanted to see it and ignored every one of your insults of him being an amateur. you both knew that was far from the truth. you had once saw the doodles he did in the corners of his test. a way too realistic drawing of a girl, half of her face in water – the rippled reflection showing the bottom half of a puma's head. it was really good.
“drawing what?” you try. riki's hand pauses, eyes dropping to the image in front of him as his pulse thuds once again against his ribs. the feeling of guilt lasts for a full ten seconds before he's able to brush it away, his hand dropping the pencil against the page. “...you know i won't tell you that.”
he can basically hear your pout through the phone. “you're suspicious.” he's letting out another pretty laugh that you choose to ignore. “you analyze everything way too much,” riki mumbles, the tip of his finger tracing over the line of your legs – tracing the way the bone of your ankle pokes out. “because you're suspicious,” you say with a scoff and his grin widens slightly.
“you sound crazy,” your words chase his. “and you sound guilty.” you're saying it because he does, not sure why when all you asked was what he was drawing, but there was a certain tone in his voice like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jaw.
his hand squeezes around his cock, the slow careful strokes easing some of the ache there. your voice in his ear combined with the drawing in his lap was becoming genuinely unbearable. it was almost impossible to hold himself back at this point. not like he's been trying exceptionally hard up until now. especially because you sounded so annoyed with him. so pretty. so focused entirely on him.
he's never felt this desperate in his life. this frustrated. this pathetic. god, he felt so pathetic. getting off to drawings of you and the sound of your voice without you even knowing. but he couldn't help himself, he wanted you so bad – he needed you. his cock throbs angrily in his hand, a sharp pulse running through him every time you scoffed at him or let out a pretty groan. his head tilts back, eyes fluttered closed as he pictures you above him. a leg on either side of his hips as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock.
his hand moves faster over his length, teeth sucking at his lower lip as he listens to you drone on and on about how if he spent half as much time doodling focused on your assignments, they'd be leading the class by now. one of your many lectures that he's grown accustomed to tuning out. it's all of a sudden too hot in his room, under the thin material of his t-shirt. riki's hips shift, lifting to meet the thrusts of his hand as your voice echos in his ear. his eyes flicker down to the drawing once more, the look on your face, your pretty wanting clit, how he always seemed to highlight the tightness of your pussy, imagining his cock stretching you out.
you'd milk him dry for sure. before he can fight it, a soft purr is escaping his lips and his eyes are going wide. what shocks him even more is the way your breath catches, the tiniest of gasps that has his stomach dropping. “what are you doing?” you ask softly and the question alone should be enough to get him to still his hand, but it's only moving faster. “listening to you talk,” he's grumbling the words out, hand squeezing around the tip of his cock and he has to psychically reach up to cover his mouth.
he hears the way you hum, wondering if you should push harder or go on with what you were saying. riki imagines that you're making that sound for a whole different reason. underneath him with his hand wedged between your legs as you hum and sigh needy for him. “you're unbelievable,” you're continuing on and at this point, riki is convinced you just like the sound of your own voice. “do you understand how stressful it is trying to work with someone who refuses to communicate like a normal...”
the initial reason for your call floats into his mind for a second, you were pissed that he didn't finish his part of pre-lab on time. though, that was so far from the truth. his hand slows slightly, his lips curling into his mouth as your words run together. “i finished my part, princess.” he interrupts, mouth twitching into a smile when silence falls upon you. “...what?” you don't even bother to mask your disbelief.
he's letting out a soft chuckle, sinking deeper into his bed as his hand lazily works it's way over his length. “i submitted it already,” he clarifies. “the app stops updating once the deadline passes. i turned it in exactly at nine o'clock,” not a second earlier and not a second later. you're quiet for a minute, trying to wrap your mind around what he's saying and the fact that you spent the better half of the last thirty minutes hauling insults at him that were all invalid now. you're letting out a soft exhale, relief washing over your body.
a soft satisfied 'mmh' filling his ears as the tension is drained from your body all at once. it's innocent, just you relaxing. but fuck, does the sound rattle through riki's body like no other. his grip tightens around cock, head banging against the wall as he lets out a unsteady huff. “what was that?” you ask nosily. “nothing.” his voice comes out rougher than intended, thumb rolling over the tip of his cock at the end of each stroke. he's swallowing hard, free hand reaching up to run through his hair while his focus drops back down to the drawing on his lap.
his eyes finding the last detail he had added while you had been babbling on. your fingers. long manicured nails, delicate knuckles, pretty rings glinting softly with his careful shading. he'd drawn both of your hands reaching back, pressed into the flesh of your ass – pulling softly and spreading your cheeks apart just enough. inviting his cock in to where he so desperately wanted to die. the sight makes his stomach twist, hips snapping up to meet his fist as he imagines you're saying something entirely different in his ear.
imagining what it would be like if you hadn't called him to complain about school work but because you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. and if the sound of his voice was able to make you fall apart the same way yours was doing to him. he liked the way you insulted him, the bite in your tone whenever you told him off – but he also wanted to know what it sounded like when you were breaking, begging for more of him.
“...i thought we were going to fail. why didn't you just text me that? oh my god,” you sigh, still on about this stupid assignment. “okay. perfect, fine. thank you.” he's so close he can taste it and it takes everything in him not to give it away. “you were panicking for no reason,” he says distractedly, but you're too concerned with your own thoughts to notice. “i was panicking because you ignore more constantly!” you nag, a soft smile lifting the corner of riki's lips.
“here we go...” he mumbles, just before you're going into another rant. his words making your brows raise. “excuse me?” he's chuckling softly, hand reaching down to squeeze at his balls as his thumb traces the veins throbbing against his skin. “all you do is lecture me,” he says it like he hates it, but he really doesn't. not that you’d care either way. and he knew that, he was more focused on riling you up, earning more insults because he was so close.
“well somebody has to be responsible. you're too focused on killing every last one of your brain cells to give a damn.” this should be embarrassing for him, but he can't be bothered with the psychology behind this right now. his hand moves quickly, the rubbing sound of skin filling his room as his hips roll into his palm. “mhm,” is all he can muster. “and honestly,” you continue without missing a beat. “you should probably work on your communication skills, you're like a caveman!” you scoff at the thought and he's letting out a chuckle.
“i'm serious! if we're going to survive this semester together, you need to stop acting like a nonchalant burnout freak and start cooperating with me. i'm not going to carry your lazy loser ass through the assignments, trust me.” his vision blurs slightly as you go on, whining about your grades and expectations and how much of a failure you think he was.
your words ran together in this absentminded little stream of insults and assumptions, that would offend anybody but riki. he was too close to the edge to care. his stomach flexes, hips stuttering as heat rises up his neck. his eyes are finding his drawing once again and he could swear he can see your lips moving, coaxing him over – one eye closing to wink at him, blowing a soft kiss in his direction. “fuck,” he's mumbling, barely audible but thank god you weren't listening anyway.
he can feel the tension tightening in his core, moments from snapping and he has to bite down hard on his lip to keep the whimpers from slipping past. “now i get why everyone expects you to fail. you ignore everyone, you disappear whenever you feel like it, you come to class smelling like a skunk! and don't even get me started on your piss poor attitude,” you continue, oblivious to the pre cum that leaks from his tip, dirtying his fingers. his palm squeezes tighter around his length, biting back a gasp as pleasure vibrates through his body.
“that's great, yn.” riki interrupts suddenly, cheeks flushed and body desperate for release. you're stopping mid-sentence, brows lifted and two seconds for laying into him for interrupting you like that. his jaw flexes, needing this conversation to end immediately, needing to cum so badly that his entire body ached for it. “see you tomorrow, bye.” he says quickly, already pulling his phone from his ear he doesn't hear your protests before he's hanging up. the second the phone goes dark, he's letting out a soft whimper.
riki presses harder, not caring how loud or needy he sounds as he barrels toward the edge. “fuck, yn. just like that.” he whimpers, head tapping against the wall as his hips lift off of the mattress. it takes one last look at his drawing of you, paired with the memories of the drawings he's made before to have him falling apart. hot cum shooting from the tip of his cock and coating the palm of his hand as he whimpers into the darkness of his room.
ignoring how fucked up all of this was. and the fact that the worst part wasn't even the drawing. of how undeniably attracted he was to you. or even the fact that he had spent the last hour completely consumed by thoughts of you and would most likely be like this for the rest of the night. no. it was how his heart reacted at the sound of your voice, how your face was etched so deep into his mind it was all he could see when he closed his eyes. how he liked to call you princess, un-ironically. and how excited he was to see you tomorrow, picturing the exact expression you'd be wearing after he had hung up on you mid-rant.
he was obsessed for lack of a better word. and there was nothing he wanted to do about it.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ── love triangle. angst & some humor. smau.
⌞ lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon ⌝
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
contents: profanity; violent jokes; jealousy(ish?); some tension; also this chapter takes place over the course of a few days;
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notes; not much is really happening in this chapter in comparison with others lol. but i hope you enjoyed regardless. tysmmm for reading 💗 !!!
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
contents: this takes place like less than an hour after the last screenshot in part 11 (i feel like this has some sort of significance tbh lol); heeseung’s pov; no screenshots in this part i’m sorry chat; written (wc: ~800)
“i want you to kiss me.”
heeseung’s fingers stilled in your hair as you peered up at him through wet lashes. and despite being the one with his arm wrapped around you… he felt caged in.
trapped even.
he leaned his head back on the couch. “you don’t even know what you’re saying right now.” he shut his eyes for a second, a sharp exhale escaping him.
“please.” the sniffle that came out of you shot him straight in the chest.
“i’m not— i don’t think i’m the right person to be here with you.”
and yet he still showed up. no questions asked. you could barely get the words out on the phone when you called him. but from the very first breath he heard through the line, he already knew he had to drop everything to see you.
he was confused to say the least. out of all the people in your world, why did you choose him in a situation as fragile as this? after three years—when you had told him how you felt, he had never really been the one you sought for comfort. he was well aware he used to be the bane of it all at one point in time.
and some small part of him felt absolutely gutted at the fact that he was the one here for you this time instead of someone else. it was confirmation enough to let him know that maybe you truly had moved on. as selfish as it was… somewhere deep within his soul, he wanted you to keep mourning what could’ve been.
forever.
heeseung wanted you to feel just like him. he wanted you to feel something for him even if it was only hurt and anguish.
but now sunghoon had taken that away from him too.
you tightened your grip on the end of his shirt, pulling him in closer. and he let you. despite every voice in his head screaming at him. “you always talk about being a distraction for the other girls.” your voice was unsteady. “so why can’t you be one… for me?”
your lips were mere centimeters away from his skin. he could feel every syllable you spoke crawl up the nape of his neck. to give into it, to take you in until you two became one, was everything he wanted and more. but he couldn’t do it like this.
he swallowed. “you’re not supposed to be like the other girls.” he clutched your wrist, stopping your hand from trailing any further up his chest.
your head fell to heeseung’s shoulder, curling yourself into him. “i hate him,” you choked out weakly.
“no. you don’t.”
after a while you stopped murmuring incoherent thoughts. and heeseung soon felt the trembling of your body come to a stop. his shirt had become damp with your tears, something he didn’t realize until you had fully dozed off in his arms.
i should’ve told you first, he thought, rubbing gentle circles over your shoulder with his thumb. the burning sensation in his chest was unbearable at this point and each inhale he took only made everything feel worse. pins and needles took over the arm he had wrapped around you. but regardless of the discomfort of it all, he didn’t want to leave your side.
his phone buzzed repeatedly and so he reached into his pocket, trying his best not to wake you.
12:01 AM
3 new messages
hours had gone by since he had you been with you and he had completely lost track of time.
jungwon:
have u heard from yn?
she’s not answering me
i’ve been calling her for like the past 2 hrs
heeseung glanced over at your phone at the other end of the couch, his finger hovering over the keyboard for a moment before replying.
heeseung:
it’s dead. probably?
i didn’t hear it ring
and uh she’s kinda sleeping rn
jungwon:
bro… why are u with her..?
u just can’t leave her alone, huh?
no, i can’t.
heeseung froze in place at you stirring against him, a soft hum leaving you. he glanced down and let out a sigh of relief seeing you still fast asleep. you looked like peaceful mess with your hair plastered on your cheeks and his shoulder. “you’re… beautiful,” he whispered into the air as a secret to be kept between him and the walls of your apartment.
heeseung:
u have a key to her place right
ik it’s pretty late but can u like… come over?
i need to leave but i’m kinda stuck
don’t wanna wake her
he leaned his face into you, hesitating before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “i don’t really want to leave you.”
jungwon:
yea and i’m gonna fucking strangle u when i see u
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notes; okay yikes… first written portion of casually and i’m so nervous. i had the song bleed by malcom todd & omar apollo in mind when writing this lmaoo. anyways i hope u guys like it, even tho it’s pretty short haha. please let know ur thoughts about any & everything going on in the story so far. i’m so serious bc i love hearing ur perspective on things. TY MWAH love u all 😼💗🫧 !!!
synopsis ᛝ time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, you’re fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow… you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
contents: profanity; kms jokes; suggestive(ish);
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notes; just remember she still doesn’t know that heeseung knew about it… he’s not in the clear either😹
