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A Deal with Desire: Enemies to Lovers

MDTI: Sorry for any gramtical mistakes, i didn't revise and edit, i was in a rush to finish and post it

Synopsis: They were sworn enemies- always competing, always cutting each other down with sharp words and sharper wit. But when a scandal threatens to ruin them both, They have no choice but to fake a relationship. Pretend smiles, forced touch, constant proximity- every moment ignites something reckless beneath the surface.

What started as a battle of wills turns into something else entirely. Their insults blur into teasing, their anger in undeniable heat. And then, one stolen kiss- hungry, desperate, dangerous- shatters the careful lines they’ve drawn between love and hate. Now, they're caught in a war with only one question: will pride keep them apart, or will desire win?

Warnings: slight angst? if you blink, fingering, enemies to lovers, p in v, fake relationships, let me know if i missed something.

You and Heeseung were sworn enemies in school, constantly competing to outshine each other in every possible way. So, when you decided to run for valedictorian, Heeseung naturally did too. This infuriated you—becoming valedictorian had been your lifelong dream, but for Heeseung, it was just another opportunity to beat you. He had always aimed to be superior, always sought to overshadow you. You're convinced he has a personal vendetta against you, determined to ensure you never succeed. The next day, when you spot him by his locker, frustration bubbles over—you have to confront him.

“Heeseung!” He turns at the sound of his name, his expression already souring. As soon as he sees you, he rolls his eyes. “What do you want?” You glare at him, eyes sharp as daggers. “You know exactly what. You’re running against me? For the spot I wanted?” He smirks, leaning against his locker with a casual arrogance. “What about it, huh? Scared I’ll beat you?” I clench my fist behind my back, trying so hard not to just slap the arrogant smirk off of his face.

“You don’t even care about being valedictorian! Why are you even running?” He straightens up, shutting his locker with a casual flick before answering, his lips curling into a smirk. "Because it’s just another chance to beat you—another chance to watch you struggle for success." A sharp breath escapes me, nostrils flaring, my eyes narrowing into daggers as my anger simmers dangerously beneath my skin, I give him one last glare, vision blurring slightly as tears edge my waterline. Without another word, I turn and walk off, my chest tight and footsteps heavy as I head to my next class. As soon as I step into class, my best friend Jane grabs my arm, pulling me to the side. “Girl, you need to see this. it’s bad.” i look at her confused, “what is?” She shoves her phone in front of me, the screen glowing with a video of last week’s party. My stomach twists as I watch- it’s Heeseung and me, drunk, tangled in each other, making out like we mean it. But what’s worse? It looks real. Too real. Like we’re into each other. I stare at her in shock, my breath catching. “I- i… send this to me. I need to go.” “o- okay, but wh-” i don’t let her finish, my heart pounds as i rush out of the room, desperate to find Heeseung again. I finally spot him with his friends and stride up, my pulse hammering. “Hey guys, I need to borrow Heeseung really quickly, thanks!” Before anyone can protest, I grab his arm and tug him away, scanning for somewhere private. “Hey! What are you doing? Let go!” I ignored him, dragging him into a nearby supply closet and shutting the door, making sure no one saw us. The air is tense, thick with unspoken words. “We need to talk.” he looks at me, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“Talk about what?” Without a word, I shove my phone in his face, showing him the video Jane sent me. His eyes widen in pure shock as he looks at the screen, then back at me. “Th- that… that’s us!” I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “Yeah i’m aware” I shove my phone back into my pocket, my fingers tightening around the fabric as I meet his gaze—serious, but with a flicker of panic in my eyes. "It’s from last week’s party. The video has already been sent to everyone in school... I saw kids watching it while I was looking for you." I swallow hard, my breath unsteady. "What do we do?". He looks at me, his expression unreadable. “Well, everyone in the school has seen that video , right?” I nod, dread pooling in my stomach. “Then that means… Everyone believes we’re in a relationship.” I blink at him, confused. “Yeah, I know. But what do we do?” He exhales, then meets my gaze, determination flickering in his eyes. “We play along. We pretend to be in a relationship.” I stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “Are you crazy?!”

“What? It’s a good plan. If we fake a relationship, people will forget about the video.” I hesitate, uncertainty creeping in. “I don't know heeseung.” He sighs, persistent. “Come on, it only has to be for two weeks. Don’t you want people to forget?” I exhale sharply. “Yes, I do. But two weeks pretending to be your girlfriend? That would be torture.” Heeseung rolls his eyes. “Look, just two weeks and the video will be old news. After that, we stage a breakup- no one will expect us to be together anymore.” He pauses, watching me carefully. “How’s that sound?”

He notices my hesitation and sighs. “Look, i’m not exactly thrilled about pretending to be your boyfriend either. But if we want this whole situation to go away, we’re going to have to step out of our comfort zone.” I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping as i nod. “Fine. But only two weeks. And if we’re going to pull this off, we have to act the part- like a normal, lovey-dovey couple.”

I pause, dreading the words before they even leave my mouth. “That means holding hands, hugging, and… kissing.” The thought alone makes me gag. I dramatically pretend to throw up, earning an eye roll from him.

Heeseung grabs my hand, and i glance up at him confused. “We start now. As soon as we walk out that door and turn that corner, people are going to be watching us. Better to start now than tomorrow.” I sigh, gripping his hand a little tighter and forcing a fake, loving smile. “Okay… I’m ready.”

He nods, pushing the door open and leading me out. Together, we round the corner, stepping into the gaze of our peers. The shift is immediate. Conversations hush, eyes lock onto us, and whispers ripple through the crowd- about the video, about us. My chest tightens, discomfort prickling beneath my skin.

Heeseung notices. Without hesitation, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head. My eyes widen slightly, flicking up to meet his- only to find him wearing that smug smirk.

I flash him a fake smile as we walk down the hall, our peers still watching us with judging eyes. I clear my throat, bracing myself for the words i’m about to say.

“Baby, I’m hungry. Can we head to lunch now?” The word ‘baby’ makes my stomach twist, but i force myself to stay focused on the plan.

He looks at me, momentarily stunned, but quickly recovers, playing along.

“Of course, my love. Can’t have my princess starving, can we?” His tone almost sour, the pet names tasting bitter in his mouth. He places a hand on my lower back, his touch light but firm, guiding me toward the cafeteria.

As we reach the cafeteria, he picks a table tucked away in the far corner- away from prying eyes and mocking whispers. I hesitate before speaking, my voice stumbling over itself.

“Tha- um… i- you definitely played the part.” A faint blush warms my cheeks.

He clears his throat, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, you too. You… you did good.” His face is just as flustered as mine.

This was going to be a long two weeks.

The next day, Heeseung stands in front of the school with his friends when i approach, forcing a bright smile.

“Hi, baby!” i say with fake enthusiasm, locking into the role.

He looks over at me, his own smile just as artificial.

“Hi, my love. How’s your morning so far?”

Before i can answer, he pulls me closer to his chest, the movement hesitant- like even he’s questioning this. I grimace at the touch, but i quickly snap back into character, plastering on an affectionate grin.

“Better now that i’m in your arms.”

We both mentally gag at the sickeningly sweet exchange. I grab his hand and tug him towards the cafeteria for breakfast.

“Can you get our trays, baby? I’ll find us a table.”

He looks at me and nods.

“Of course, sweetheart. Go find us our table.”

I make my way to a table tucked in the very back of the cafeteria- far from prying ears, where no one can overhear what we’re about to discuss. A few minutes later, heeseung returns, setting my tray in front of me before sitting down.

“Thanks.”

He nods in acknowledgment, settling into his seat. I glance up at him, hesitating.

“So…” He looks at me expectantly.

“Is this just as awkward for you as it is for me?”

He exhales, his posture tense.

“Yeah. but we have to.” i nod, tapping my fingers against my tray.

“Yeah… but it feels weird you know?”

I glance down at my tray before pushing it away, my appetite completely gone.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

He grabs my hand, his grip firm yet hesitant, guiding me to my first class of the day. We stop just outside the door, lingering in a moment neither of us know how to navigate.

“I-um… I’ll be back to pick you up after class

I nod. “Okay” Without another word, i turn and walk inside,leaving him standing there for a few seconds before he finally walks off to his own class.

Over the next few days, Heeseung and i settle into a routine. It’s still awkward- but somehow, it’s comfortable. Almost too comfortable.

Whenever he touches me now, my skin sparks with electricity, warmth lingers longer than it should. My cheeks flush every time he crosses my mind, and my breath catches in my throat when he leans in, his voice low as he whispers in my ear.

I can’t help but wonder- does he feel it too?

Then comes the day of the ‘breakup’- the one we’re supposed to stage. But i can’t bring myself to do it. I hate to admit it, but i think i’ve fallen in love with Heeseung. My sworn enemy. My fake boyfriend.

Except… i don’t want it to be fake. Not anymore.

Heeseung walks up to me, his expression unreadable.

“Hey, are you ready to fake our breakup?”

I glance up at him, hesitation weighing heavy on my chest. My voice wavers.

“I- i… yeah.”

He studies me, brows furrowing in confusion.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to get the attention off the video and then break it off so it was believable.”

I meet his gaze, conflicted, my heart pounding in my ears.

“I did. But- i… i can’t anymore, Heeseung. I can’t”

He looks at me, frustration flickering in his eyes.

“What?! What are you talking about? Why can’t yo-”

I cut him off with a hushed, urgent whisper.

“Because i love you!”

His eyes widen in shock.

“Y- you… love me?

Heat rises to my face as i look away, embarrassed.

“Yes. i can’t end this because i don’t want this to end. I want you.”

Heeseung exhales, then gently grabs my chin, tilting my face towards him. His gaze searches mine.

“How long have you felt like this?”

I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Since… two years ago. Heeseung, i know you hate me, bu-”

He stops me, his grip firm yet tender.

“I don’t hate you. I love you too. I have for a while now.”

I stare at him, stunned.

“You… do?”

He nods with a small, genuine smile, resting his forehead against mine.

“I do. I really do.”

I look at him, his smile genuine and full of warmth- nothing like the smug smirk he used to wear. His eyes shimmer with love and unwavering determination.

He cups my face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm.

“Sweetheart, i love you.”

A small tear escapes, slipping down my cheek as i smile.

“I love you too.”

He wipes the tear away with his thumb, his gaze soft, unwavering.

“Can i kiss you? Properly, this time?

I nod, breathless, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine.

He slowly leans in, pressing his lips to mine, the world around us fading into nothing. A soft, involuntary sound escapes me, the kiss filled with acceptance, love , and raw passion.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. I stare into his eyes, my heart racing- then the sharp ring of the school bell shatters the moment, signaling the end of the day.

Without warning, he grabs my hand, leading me towards his car.

“Wait- where are we going?” i ask, my voice laced with confusion. He glances at me, his grip tightening.

“My house. I need to make you mine. Mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

His voice drops, filled with conviction.

“I’ll ruin every other man got you, baby. You belong to me.”

The ride to his house is short, tension thick in the air between us.

As soon he pulls into the driveway and parks, he’s out of the car in an instant, rushing to my side. He opens the door, helping me out before quickly guiding me inside.

The moment we step through the door, he presses me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine with urgency. His hands exploring my body, his touch electric.

“Mmh,” i let out a quiet moan against his lips, my fingers instinctivly threading through his soft locks, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing grounding me.

Heeseung deepens the kiss, his hands traveling up my arms before settling on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. My heart races, my breath hitching as the heat between us grows.

“You have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low, filled with something i can’t quite name.

I glance up at him, my pulse hammering in my ears.

“Then show me”

Something flickers in his gaze- something raw, vulnerable, and undeniable. He exhale shakily, his forehead resting against mine for a brief moment as if grounding himself before lifting his eyes back to mine.

“I will.”

With that promise hanging between us, he leans in against, his lips claiming mine with newfound intensity- no hesitation, no pretense. His hands roam over my back, anchoring me in place as the world outside fades into insignificance.

Ever lingering touch, every stolen breath, every whispered word between kisses feels like a silent confession- an admission of something far deeper than either of us had anticipated.

In this moment, nothing matters

"take me to your room baby, i need you." i ask, looking at him with pleading eyes, My gaze filled with lust and love. "yeah? tell me what you need baby." he slide his hand down to the end of my skirt, tracing up my inner thigh. I move my lover half towards his hand slightly, only for him to move away, causing me to let out a whine in protest. “Shh baby, you’ll get what you want. Be a good girl and tell me what you need, use your words sweetheart” “i want you,” “you have me baby, you have to be more specific"

"please baby, i need you cock. Want you inside me" He lets out a low growl, his hand shifting to tug my panties to the side, attaching his fingers to my clit, eliciting a soft gasp from me. "baby" "shh, just let me make you feel good baby" i let out a small moan. His fingers move down, circling my entrance, teasing it. "Baby ple-" I let out a loud gasp as he sinks two fingers into my begging hole. "ahh" he smirks, hearing my reaction, "you like that baby? you like my fingers inside your needy little hole?" "ugh, yes. baby i love it so much" He suddenly pulls his fingers out and i whine in protest, "shh baby, i'll give you exactly what you need... but not yet" He lift me up and carries me to his room, tossing me on his bed and crawling on top of me. "baby please, i need you now.. don't make me wait anymore" he lets out a growl and strips us of our clothes, he parts my legs, climbing between them. "tell me what you want baby" "want your cock baby please" he nods and positions himself at my entrance "just lie back and relax while i make you feel good baby" he looks into my eyes as he slowly pushes in "ahh, baby" "fuck... so tight baby, you feel so good around me" "mmmmm" i look away before looking back at him, and watch as his face contorts into pleasure. i pull him closer as he thrust into me with a calm and loving pace "i love you so much" he looks up at me with a softened expression and places a kiss on my lips "i love you too baby. fuck- i could spend all day inside you, you feel so fucking good' "so do you baby, your so big" he smirks "yeah? you like how big i am? you like how i stretch your tight little cunt?" i frantically nod "yes! please baby please" "please what baby? be more specific" i grip his biceps, my nails creating moon-shaped marks in his skin, "faster baby please" " yeah baby? you want it faster?" i nod frantically, he fixes his position and slams his hip into me faster "Oooohhh, yes baby just like that, don't stop" "oh i won't stop baby, im gonna make you cum so hard, want you to scream my name" he starts to speed up his pace even more and pound into me, hitting deeper brushing against that sweet spot inside me "oooohhh fuck yes, right there" "right there?" he ask with a smug smirk as he delivers a hard thrust, striking that spot harder "ahh! baby im gonna cum" he lets out a deep groan "me too baby, fuck- where do you want me to cum?" i bring my hand to his hair, embedding my fingers in his soft lock, "inside, baby cum inside me" he looks at me shocked and unsure "are you sure baby?" i nod "yes baby please, cum inside me. i need it" he lets out a loud growl "fuck, ok baby i'll fill you up, but i want you to cum first" he pushes his hand down to rub my clit wanting me to cum before him "ugh, baby im gonna cum, Oooohhh!!!" i let out a loud scream as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of pleasure "yes baby just like that, fu- fuck im cumming, take it. take all of it" he groans as he follows behind me, He falls beside me as we just lay next to each other catching our breath.

He rolls over and puts his arms around me, spooning me from behind.

"im sorry i was such an asshole before" he says tracing small shapes on my skin.

i turn around and face him, causing him to readjust, "i'm sorry too, and im so sorry that i didn't tell you about my feelings sooner, i thought you hated me"

he shakes his head and cups my cheek, "no I'm sorry, i shouldn't have been such an asshole, i should have told you first" i look into his eyes and trace my thumb across his lip.

"its ok, i forgive you. all that matters now is that we have each other, and to think it was all because of some stupid video of us making out drunk" he chuckles and nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "yeah, but it gave us a chance.

we just lay in silence taking it all in, everything that's happened. We may have started this with a fake relationship, but it became real, a relationship filled with love, compassion, understanding, and undeniable certainty for each other.

(✿◡‿◡) hi guys, if you made it to the end thank you so much for reading and im terribly sorry if its bad, this is my first story i ever wrote on here and i hope to improve my writing skills and make more enjoyable stories :)

#enhypen smut #enhypen #lee heeseung smut

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