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tyonfs · 4 years

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i like me better (when i’m with you)

PAIRING ▸ jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ friends to enemies to lovers, college au, sports, friends with benefits, smut, crack, fluff

WARNINGS ▸ sexual !! tension !! lots of it, smut (public sex, fingering, hate sex, raw sex, pool sex, oral sex), mark lee cockblocking, also yes, there’s actual fluff

SUMMARY ▸ there was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. you never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts.

PLAYLIST ▸ i like me better by lauv • unravel me by sabrina claudio

WORD COUNT ▸ 11896 words

TAG LIST ▸ @gotoartistprofile @chanluster @steamyjaehyun

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ big shoutout to fia for hyping me up to complete this and i hope you guys enjoy it !! thank you so much for reading ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately!

SOMETIMES, THE AMOUNT OF HATRED YOU HAD FOR JEONG JAEHYUN AMAZED YOU.

To the average human being, Jeong Jaehyun was, in a sense, perfect. On the surface, he was everyone’s trademark Golden Boy—good grades, athletic, and a seemingly good personality. The last point, however, was a complete and utter lie. Simply put, Jaehyun was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you, unfortunately, wound up becoming his target.

If it weren’t for your love for cheerleading, you probably would never have to see Jaehyun, but your passion came with a price. Competitors were often asked a series of questions, and these questions typically included inquiring about your hardships as an athlete. If someone were to ask you what the hardest part of being a cheerleader was, your answer would not be what they expected.

It wasn’t getting back up after bad falls that left you with bruises and a concussion. It wasn’t dealing with the basketball team’s aftermath of a devastating loss and having to cheer them on through it. It wasn’t waking up extra early for morning practices, or having to push yourself to run miles in the sweltering heat. Hell, it wasn’t even dealing with the horny basketball team members at afterparties.

It was the annual training camp.

Every winter, the team attended a week-long training session along with several other teams in the city. With state-of-the-art facilities and a massive training center, the training camp was an event that the entire team looked forward to. Although the training was brutal, the luxury of the hotel rooms and the gourmet meals had made up for all of that. Yet, despite all of that, the camp itself was still hell for you.

It wasn’t all bad, though. In fact, you indulged in the concept of a training camp, delighted with the opportunity to meet cheerleaders from different universities. A handful of your friends from high school had joined teams at different universities, so it was exciting to get to see them all again. All in all, it was the whole package deal: friends, your favorite sport, and fun times. What could possibly ruin that?

Well, a certain someone by the name of Jeong Jaehyun could, and that wonderful individual incensed your fury quite like no other.

“You again,” you spat, clutching your duffel bag strap. You had just gotten off the bus to head into the hotel, but the devil himself was blocking your way.

“Y/N,” the devil cooed, “do you need help carrying that?”

“I’m fine.”

You shrugged Jaehyun off and tried to move past him, but the bane of your existence had other plans. He tossed you a small carton of milk; it was the kind you could buy at a vending machine. Your reflexes kicked in just in time for you to catch it, giving him a questioning look.

“You should be drinking more milk, Y/N. It’s good for you,” Jaehyun said. You were sure he was going to make a snide comment so you opened your mouth to protest, but he continued, “Jaemin likes big tits, you know?”

Ouch.

You and Jaehyun went farther back than you’d like to admit. While you did currently attend different universities, you had the joyous experience of going to the same high school as him. He wasn’t too different now; he had the same dimpled smile, the same godly features, and the same cocky smirk when things were going the way he planned. What was different was that you two were once friends.

And what took the cake? You had a big crush on his friend and fellow teammate. Introducing Na Jaemin, everyone.

It wasn’t like you never got over Jaemin, but you had to admit that your heart still fluttered pitifully whenever you saw him. It didn’t help that he was so breathtakingly beautiful, so undeniably genuine, and such a sweetheart. Unfortunately, Jaehyun knew of your little secret. Being the conniving little snake he was, he used it to his advantage.

Ever since your fallout with him in your senior year of high school, you’ve hated Jeong Jaehyun, and you were sure he hated you right back. It almost felt akin to the competition at this point, and you were a pretty sore loser. Honestly, you were sad initially when he broke off your friendship in senior year and threw crude insults at you. You normally didn’t let things get to you, but it hurt to hear that your best friend didn’t want anything to do with you after you had told him you were going to a different university. You were sure the both of you had grown past that, but now he had changed from a sincere highschooler to a complete low-life piece of shit.

“You’re a douche, Jaehyun,” you sneered.

A grin spread across his face. “Yeah, I know.”

You scoffed. “God, if I could, I would smash that pretty face into—”

“Hey!” a loud voice laced with trepidation interjected. It was your best friend on your school’s basketball team, Mark Lee, coming to your rescue; or, rather, he was trying to prevent you from doing something you’d most probably regret. He shot Jaehyun a warning look and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? We have to check into our hotel rooms.”

You looked back at Jaehyun to see a smug look on his face before he turned to catch up to Taeyong and Jaemin. You looked back up at Mark, who was also keeping an eye out for the demon in disguise.

“Thanks for getting me out of that mess,” you mumbled. “That guy is so infuriating. I can’t believe he still brings up Jaemin when I’m clearly over him!”

Your words were sharp enough that Mark and the people around you flinched, even if they weren’t completely paying attention to your rant. It was common knowledge that Jaehyun’s presence left you in low spirits, and Mark had come to terms that you would always be in a bitter mood during the training camp, and that there was only one person to blame for it.

Mark shot you a sympathetic look that you knew was intended to show his helpfulness, but instead just served to make you appear all the more bitter.

“Why don’t you just ignore him?” he suggested. “He’s just looking for a reaction out of you.”

“If I let him get the last word, then he wins.”

“At least he’d stop bothering you,” Mark reasoned as you both made your way to where your team had gathered by the reception desk.

“Is this about Jaehyun again?” Zhong Chenle chimed in, a devilish grin plastered across his face. “You’re a handful, Y/N.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” you snapped.

Chenle just stared at you, arching a brow as if the answer should have been obvious. “You and Jaehyun,” he said, “there’s some tension there.”

“Wow, Sherlock Holmes. Observant, aren’t you?” you spat, words dripping with sarcasm. “We’ve hated each other for years. Of course there’s tension.”

Johnny Suh snorted, averting his gaze as to not bring attention to himself. Chenle rolled his eyes, a delighted smile on his face as he watched you carefully, digging into his bag of chips in the meantime.

“Y/N, I think he means a different kind of tension,” Mark said.

“What kind of tension?” you asked, shocking the rest of them with your surprisingly innocent response. In retrospect, it was more because you couldn’t imagine the answer being anything past the realm of hatred.

While they all hesitated to respond, Johnny spoke up, “He meant the ‘I wanna beat you up and then have rough sex with you’ kind of tension.”

You immediately froze—long enough for Chenle to take a picture of your reaction—the expression on your face a cross between incredulity and visceral rage. You must have looked like a ticking time bomb because Mark had to take a cautious step back.

“Come again? Rough sex?” You were well aware of how strangled and pitched your voice sounded as soon as it escaped your lips, how guilty it sounded, but you couldn’t focus on that as the weight of Johnny’s words were sinking in. “Jaehyun and I?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Johnny answered.

“That’s a lie.”

“Yeah? Then why do you two always look at each other so weird?”

You didn’t know how to defend yourself now so you just said, “He’s a bastard and I would never see him in any other way.”

“You say that now but we all know—”

“Alright, let’s drop it,” Mark said, trying to defuse the situation before you blew it up into an argument. “I would rather go rest in my hotel room rather than bear witness to a homicide.”

“Fine, fine,” Johnny relented.

You scoffed and jabbed at his foot with yours before letting the topic go. Your squabbles with them were all in good nature, but this one somehow put you off. It was like Johnny had planted the seeds and were waiting for them to grow. You were starting to mull over every interaction you’ve had with Jeong Jaehyun.

Johnny and Chenle had made a startlingly accurate observation. You and Jaehyun did look at each other for a little too long sometimes, nearly to the point where it seemed like you were basking in the attention of the other—

No fucking way.

You were not going down that path. There was nothing more to your relationship with Jeong Jaehyun than pure hatred and resentment. He was a douchebag who was intent on making you feel like shit. His only motive was to start shit again between you and Jaemin, who you would’ve completely forgotten by now if it weren’t for him.

No way. There was absolutely no undercurrent of desire that was creeping its way to be uncovered.

Or was there? a small, treacherous part of your mind offered.

You were lost in your thoughts as the coaches handed you your room key, as you waited for your roommate who was some girl named Eunha from the other school, as you made your way to your room on the fifth floor.

The only thing you could think about were those long stares, those mesmerizing eyes, and the implication behind them. You always attributed it to Jaehyun being a hormonal teenage boy, but you had to admit that you’ve seen him look at you with some semblance of lust. Perhaps that same feeling was buried far in the depths of your consciousness, too.

Could you possibly be attracted to the devil incarnate, Jeong Jaehyun?

No, you argued with yourself, and shit, even your frontal lobe sounded pretty unconvinced. He’s a petty bastard and that’s all he’ll ever be.

You instilled the mantra of you and Jaehyun being sworn enemies in your head, but you couldn’t help the fact that it was peppered by the memories of an irritatingly familiar smirk. You scowled, willing your head to get rid of all-things-Jeong-Jaehyun, but he was right there.

Literally.

He was standing right in front of you.

“Hey, neighbor,” he teased, all too satisfied with the horrified look on your face. “Guess you can’t get rid of me.”

You were falling when you jolted awake.

A groan tore its way past your lips. You made sure you didn’t disrupt Eunha’s sleep before you recounted your dream. It had been a while since you’ve had one, and realization was morphing into shame when you realized what kind of dream it was. You’ve never had a wet dream before but what made you want to astral project yourself into oblivion was when you realized that Jaehyun caused it.

After tossing and turning for a couple of minutes in a desperate attempt for sleep to overcome you once more, you came to terms with the fact that you were staying awake for now. Staying awake was worse, though, because there was no way you could keep the intruding thoughts at bay. Not with the way Jeong Jaehyun kept flashing behind your eyelids, at least.

You considered how to spend the rest of your night, surveying your options as you stared up at the ceiling:

Watch season three of Riverdale on Netflix so you could make fun of it.

Attempt to sleep, but with little success because there was no way you were going back to bed after that dream.

Count the slacks of the window’s blinds even though it would be pointless because what the fuck were you going to do with that information?

It was truly astounding how interesting your life was.

You couldn’t think clearly with Eunha’s soft snoring, so you grabbed your keys and pushed the door open carefully to keep it from squealing. After your delicate movements to escape your room quietly, you leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t too keen on someone scolding you in the middle of the night for being outside, but you needed to clear your head somewhere. You packed for weather that was balmy, but the air conditioner carried a bite to it that made you wish you hadn’t just worn shorts and a tank top to bed.

You could practically hear Mark mocking you if he were here: Are you in the right headspace, Y/N?

You shook your head, getting your provoking best friend out of there, but instead, you found yourself wandering into dangerous territory again.

Johnny and Chenle were parroting the same words over and over again in your head. You wished you could use your metaphysical hands in your head and squeeze the life out of them, but they always flew out of your grasp. You clicked your tongue absentmindedly, your annoyance rehashing itself as your mind gravitated back to Jeong Jaehyun with his stupid smirk and annoyingly persistent cockiness. It was almost pitiful that you hated his guts and yet you couldn’t deny the magnetism he carried, the pull that made your breath hitch when he met your eyes.

His presence was announced by the change in the air more than anything else. You didn’t have to see him to know he was there. You clenched your jaw; you couldn’t catch a break from him even during the ungodly hours of the night.

He was unavoidable.

He hummed with amusement. “Look who’s here.”

“What are you doing up this late? Go to bed.”

You didn’t even bother to look at him because there was one thing you were sure of and it was that you could not look at his sickeningly attractive face right now. Jaehyun didn’t move, blatantly ignoring your order. The tension was so thick that you wanted to storm away, but you knew he would follow you just to piss you off.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “You should be the one resting up. You cheerleaders always train until you’re near death.”

“Can’t sleep,” was your curt response.

He laughed once, a short sound that was pretty much gone the moment it hit your eardrums. “What? You get nightmares or something?”

“So what if I do?” you retaliated, getting oddly defensive. It was a given that you’d lie about getting a nightmare over a wet dream. “It’s none of your business.”

He laughed again but this time it was lower, more dangerous. “It’s my business when it concerns you.”

“I have and will never be your business, Jeong Jaehyun.”

He leaned against the wall. “I beg to differ.”

“Then keep begging.”

“If you say so.”

“Jaehyun,” you interrupted your own banter. “What’s the point of this conversation? Just go back to your room so we can go back to not talking to each other.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“That’s unfortunate,” you said. “I don’t want to talk to you, so go find someone who does.”

“We don’t have to talk.” Suddenly, his voice sounded closer, and you forced your gaze down at the strangely-patterned hotel carpet.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m here to clear my head. I don’t want you to hover around me for the rest of the night.”

“Actually, I had something else in mind.”

He closed in on you, one of his hands skimming up the soft skin of your arm. A shudder ran down your spine as you felt his fingers travel up to your shoulder, your collarbone, and then the side of your neck. With a swift movement, he caged you in his arms, biceps flexing as he did.

What was going on? You couldn’t quite keep up with the situation but the way Jaehyun was looking down at you made you feel hot. It was exactly like your dream—

“Holy fuck, Jaehyun.”

You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your head went fuzzy and you were pretty sure your knees were ready to buckle under you. The corner of Jaehyun’s lip lifted into a smirk as if he had been planning this. You mustered a scowl at him but one thing was clear: you screwed yourself over by getting into this situation.

Damn it. You knew you should’ve watched season three of Riverdale instead

Also, Chenle and Johnny were right. Not that you’d ever tell them that; put simply, you were a sore loser.

Lust was swimming in Jaehyun’s eyes. The way he caged you felt predatory, a show of dominance rather than passion. That smirk of his carved in deeper, and it only pissed you off. Yet, as much as it pissed you off, all you wanted him to do was just ruin you.

Your pride was too strong, though, and you concluded that you would rather stick a fork in your eye than let Jaehyun do what he wanted. This sparked a dilemma in your head: to fuck or not to fuck Jaehyun, that was the question. One sounded like a pretty uneventful night, while the other sounded appealing save for the self-loathing you’d experience afterward.

“You want me, Y/N,” he cooed. “I know you do.”

“I hate you.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“I mean it, Jaehyun,” you hissed. Your head was screaming at you to just go with it, but denying Jaehyun’s advances and provokes was just natural instinct to you. “I don’t want you. Stop lying to yourself.”

“Is that so? I think you’re the liar here,” he replied easily as you dodged his attempt to kiss you.

You pushed at his muscular arm but he didn’t budge. For a moment, you strongly considered just dropping to the ground and crawling out from under his legs, but you were done for. Seconds later, Jaehyun’s hand flew up, long fingers digging into the soft flesh of your face as he forced your chin upward to look at him directly. The lust in his eyes was so clear, so alluring, and it made you stop struggling for a second.

“I’m not going to ask you again. Let go of me.”

“Good, it’s a waste of breath.”

“Has anyone ever told you how infuriating you are?”

“You did. Many times.”

“Just fuck off already.”

Your words were like poison, but for some odd reason, Jaehyun was immune to it. Any reasonable person would at least flinch, but Jaehyun was so fixated on his one goal. Again, he didn’t budge. He gazed into your eyes with a fierce intensity that threw you off.

“Just let me fucking kiss you, Y/N.”

His smirk was gone. He wasn’t teasing you anymore. Jaehyun’s eyes darkened with his command.

He leaned in and you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips, drinking in your appearance. You were pulled into his trap and you hated yourself for it. You swallowed hard as all of your worries about being with Jaehyun and getting caught had started to fade away. All you could do was yield to him.

“Fine,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” was all he got out before basically smashing your lips together.

It was rushed, messy, and way too rough. Jaehyun grabbed the back of your neck, his other arm still locking you in place. Your hands moved from gripping at the front of his shirt to slowly wrapping around his neck. You weren’t sure how you felt, but there was something that made you want to tangle your fingers in his hair and get lost in him.

The moment Jaehyun’s tongue slid along the crease of your lips, you were conflicted. You weren’t exactly sure what to do so he took the reins. You wondered if he was expressing his pent-up hatred as well. It was clear in the way he was taking prying your mouth open with his tongue, snaking his hot muscle to dance with yours as if he had something to prove. He wanted you to see that he was the dominant one, that he had leverage over the situation.

But when he broke away, he flipped the switch. The both of you were left catching your breath, Jaehyun resting his forehead against yours in a feeling that had a weird sort of intimacy stemming from it. His hand dropped from your neck to brush messy locks of hair behind your shoulders.

Well, that explained why humans were so tempted by the devil.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jaehyun grinned down at you.

You fought down the shyness that was creeping into your chest. Before you could respond, the both of you turned your heads at the sound of footsteps. A flashlight glimpsed by you when you saw two dark figures at the end of the hall. It didn’t sound like your coach, but you weren’t too keen on sticking around to figure out who it was.

“Son, how in the world did you get locked out of your room this late?” one of them asked.

“I’m telling you, I needed to use the bathroom so I went outside without my key, and then I remembered the bathroom was in the room.”

That voice was most definitely Mark.

“Hey!” the security guard scolded when he saw you two. “What are you kids doing? It’s late!”

“You’re on your own.” You pushed Jaehyun away from you and fumbled for your keys before Mark or the security guard could spot you. “Bye.”

You jammed your key in, not worried about waking up your roommate anymore. All you could hear was Jaehyun growling out a short string of curses before you shut the door behind him and leaned against it. Your head was still reeling in what had just happened, but that kiss had left you in the clouds. You could feel the ghost of his lips on yours. Dazed, you just fell onto your bed, into the entrancing clutches of sleep.

You were exhausted when you woke up, and you blamed Jaehyun for it.

You weren’t in the proper condition for training; you hadn’t gotten enough sleep and your head was a mess (well, you supposed you were the only one to blame for the latter). You forgot to set your alarm so you woke up to Eunha shaking you gently, coaxing you into stirring. She was already dressed, tying her hair up in a ponytail. You all but jumped out of bed when you saw her, thinking you were late.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you stood up and tried to adjust to the morning light.

“You’ve still got plenty of time,” she assured you. “I just like to get ready early so I can go for a quick run.”

“Ah, okay. Have fun,” you mumbled before she left the room, leaving you to drag yourself around the room to get ready. You heard a knock at the door and went to open it, assuming it was Eunha forgetting her keys. Your eyes narrowed when you saw who it was. “Jaehyun?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was somewhere between a pant and a rasp as if he had been working out, which he probably was judging by the sheen of sweat on his biceps.

“Were you waiting for Eunha to leave?” you asked. “You’re disgusting. Why would you think about me?”

“I was thinking about how much of a bitch you are for running away and letting me get in trouble like that.”

“Pity.” You mocked a pout for him. “Now move. I have to get ready.”

“Let me in.”

You made a face at the thought. You knew where he was going with this and you needed to stop it. “No. You’re disgusting.”

“You liked it last night.”

His eyes searched yours in the dim light, looking for something that unfortunately was there: longing. You were never the greatest at hiding your emotions, which was why you couldn’t lie to yourself and refuse Jaehyun. Screw your transparency. Jaehyun grinned at your silence and took a step in your room when you opened your door wider for him.

You closed the door. “I hated every second of it,” you said in a childish attempt to get on his nerves.

You were a terrible liar.

Your back was against the door in a second. You could only let out a soft gasp before he kissed you, hands on your waist, slowing his movements unlike the hurriedness from last night. It was foreign, the way he kissed you like you were the only girl he saw. You pulled away quickly but it just left the both of you staring at each other’s lips.

“You sure about that?” His lips curled into a smirk.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you warned in a low voice, “I still hate your guts.”

“As I’m reminded of every single time I see you,” he returned coolly.

“Fuck off.”

This time, you pulled him down to kiss him again. You fisted your hand into his hair, tugging at his dark locks as your lips moved smoothly against his. Caught off guard, Jaehyun groaned, low and deep against your lips.

The two of you separated again before Jaehyun said, “See? I know you want me. Only I can make you feel this good, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “We’ll see about that.”

Jaehyun’s eyes darkened at the challenge. To prove his point, he pushed his knee up and between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt. A gasp escaped your lips, the fingers curled in his hair instinctively tightening. You bit your lip but to no avail; a whimper escaped your lips as soon as he started pulsing his knee against you. You grabbed onto his shoulders for leverage, burying your face into his chest while bunching up the thin fabric of his shirt.

You wanted to hold back your moans because you were adamant about not giving Jeong Jaehyun the satisfaction of hearing you moan. Instead, you shifted your hips so that the pressure of his knee became more intense. Sparks flew behind your eyelids as he bounced his knee under you.

He finally released the tight grip he had on your waist in favor of palming one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly through your shirt and bra. All the while, he continued ramming his knee against the apex of your legs. He kept his eyes on yours and you scowled at the thought of him getting off on seeing you crumble in front of him. But you couldn’t stop yourself. He wanted to completely and utterly ruin you, wanted to fuck you in and shut you up.

The worst part was that you wanted to let him.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he mused, slowly rubbing his knee in circles against you. “God, you’re still wearing that fucking tank top.”

“You’re such a—ah!”

He groped your chest again, thumb pressing down on your nipple. Another whimper escaped you as Jaehyun grazed his lips down your neck, nipping at the supple skin. You only got louder as the kisses turned into bites.

He ignored you and removed his hand. Instead, he tugged the neckline of your tank top down, delighted at the loose straps sliding down your shoulders. He yanked it down to your waist so you were exposed to him, and you swore you heard his breath hitch. Jaehyun pinched your nipple with two fingers, drawing out a moan that drove him crazy. He buried his face into your neck, sucking and making you quiver under him.

“Didn’t you say I had small tits earlier?” you jeered, a teasing lilt to your tone.

“Yeah, I still stand by that,” he replied, resulting in you punching his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

“Hey, I never said it wasn’t cute.”

“You’re such a softie,” you grumbled, but your voice was gentler than before. It was almost like you were warming up to Jeong Jaehyun, and you hated the mere thought of that.

Jaehyun pulled away from your neck. “Y/N, I want you to suck me off,” he demanded.

“I refuse.”

“Be a good girl and do it for me.”

You swore you’d go crazy if he called you ‘good girl’ one more time. You were pretty revolted at the thought of sucking his dick, but the way he looked so fragile under your hold made you want to do it for the power rush. It was like some cheap porno in a way; ‘College Jock Gets Sucked Off By Cheerleader.’ You bet half the members on the team beat their meat to something similar to that.

Your shoulders sagged. “Fine. Get on the bed.”

Jaehyun groaned at your approval. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, letting go of you to pull down his sweats on his way to your bed. He sat at the edge of it, tugging the elastic of his boxers down. You swallowed hard, tugging your tank top back up as you stared at his painfully hard erection springing out.

You got on your knees in front of him, lips parted in anticipation of taking in his length. Your hair fell over your face, which Jaehyun took notice of and held it back in a fist. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around his cock. It was rock solid to the touch and twitched at your grip. Glancing up at an eager Jaehyun, you pumped the length of it once, inciting a groan from him.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, rousing a strangled noise from his throat. He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, messy strands of your hair tangling in his fingers while his other hand was gripping the stiff hotel sheets. Then, you took him in fully at his encouragement (which was more of him just grabbing the back of your head and pushing it down on his cock).

“Shit,” he breathed out before slowly moving his hips in and out of your mouth. It was like iron wrapped around velvet, and he was relishing how hot your mouth felt.

He pushed your head down further and right as you gagged on his length, there was a knock at the door.

“Y/N!” Mark’s voice sounded from the other side. “Are you coming for breakfast?”

You pulled off of him with a pop, a string of saliva dripping off your lips. Your eyes were wide as you lunged for your phone, checking the texts. Meanwhile, Jaehyun just frowned down at you, looking up at the ceiling with a frustrated sigh.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered when you looked at the time. You called out to Mark, “Give me a minute!”

“Perfect,” Jaehyun said in a low voice and held the back of your head, attempting to push you down on him. “We can finish up now.”

“Are you an idiot?” you hissed, swatting at his hand. “I have to get out of here before Mark finds out you’re in here.”

Ignoring your state of panic, Jaehyun said, “You look so hot with drool on your chin.”

That was the most disgusting thing you had ever heard, and if it weren’t for Mark being on the other side of the door where you and Jaehyun were screwing around, you would have beat the living daylights out of him. Only a creep like Jeong Jaehyun could find something like drool sexy. You scowled at him and wiped it off with the back of your hand.

“Put your dick away,” you scolded. “Hide in the closet and you can leave when I’m gone.”

He rolled his eyes at you and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. “I need to get rid of the problem you caused.”

You had no time to complain about him jerking off in your bathroom. Mark was not a very patient man, so as soon as Jaehyun closed the door behind him, you stripped off your pajamas and threw on whatever was at the top of your suitcase. You brushed your teeth at the speed of light, using your other hand to brush down your hair. After you laced up your shoes, you opened the door to Mark looking at you suspiciously.

“You’re never late,” he pointed out.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” you said. In your defense, it wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh, by the way,” Mark started, “can I use your bathroom real quick?”

“No!” you exclaimed, pushing him away from your room and in the direction of the elevator. “My roommate, um, is… on her period—yeah, you don’t want to see that mess.”

Another reason why you hated Jeong Jaehyun was for giving you reasons to lie when you were a terrible liar.

Training was long and grueling. Your bones were mush and your muscles ached, pins and needles shooting through you every time you moved. As your teammates dragged you to get dinner with them, you couldn’t even resist because you were so drained.

The one thing you loved about training was that you could wear whatever you wanted, whereas you were confined to tight skirts and crop tops at your university. Now, you could rest in whatever position you wanted without worrying about exposing anything, so you didn’t hesitate to manspread as soon as you got to the cafeteria table.

“Did you guys hear about Jaehyun from the other school?” one of the girls gossiped. “Looks like he was fooling around with someone last night.”

You were grounded back into reality from whatever dimension you were floating about in. Your teammates were perplexed as you choked on air, hitting your chest to stop yourself from coughing. You were handed a glass of water, which you gingerly accepted and drank until your body had calmed down.

“Ah, sorry, Y/N,” your teammate apologized. “I forgot you and Jaehyun have bad blood between you.”

“You’re good,” you told her, waving it off. “I was surprised for a second, but I guess it makes sense for a guy like him to go around hooking up.” Then, silence fell. You were confused as they all looked at you with a puzzled look. “What? Am I stereotyping too harshly? My bad.”

“No, it’s not that,” another chimed in. “A lot of girls go around hitting on him, but Jaehyun never lays a hand on them. I thought it was common knowledge that he doesn’t do that sort of stuff, but I guess it makes sense that you don’t care about the details.”

That was news to you.

“Yeah,” you replied distantly. “I don’t care.”

So Jaehyun doesn’t hook up, was what you happened to hear around the grapevine, and he most definitely doesn’t hook up with his enemies.

You stood up in the middle of your dinner. “I gotta go,” you said. “I’ll see you girls tomorrow.”

You actually weren’t very sure where Jaehyun was, but you figured if you walked around enough, you’d run into him or someone from his team. You headed out of the canteen and walked to the basketball courts, expecting to see him dribbling a bar or doing reps. But the first person you saw was Na Jaemin, and he noticed you immediately, eyes sparkling with recognition.

“Y/N!” he greeted cheerfully. “It’s been so long.”

That infectious smile of his was plastered across his face, making a small one creep to your lips. If Jaehyun smiled like that more, then you could understand his charm, but he was always so moody around you. He either did something to get on your nerves or he would just flat-out ignore you. Furthermore, he always riled you up instead of offering you that warm security that Jaemin emanated—

Wait, why were you comparing him to Jaehyun?

“Sorry,” you apologized meekly. “Am I interrupting your practice time?”

“No, it’s cool. We were just messing around in here,” Jaemin replied. “Are you looking for someone?”

You looked into Jaemin’s eyes and your thoughts slowed. He made you feel safe, warm, but that was all; there was no fire, no rage, no heat. It was just a shallow attraction that fizzled out, leaving you neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. And you clawed at your brain as you wondered what you were getting at, but you knew. You knew it was all going back to Jaehyun.

And it pissed you off.

“I was looking for Jaehyun,” you said, “if he happened to be in here.”

“He told me he was going for a swim,” Jaemin said, and that was all you needed.

Before Jaemin could respond, you thanked him and turned on your heel. The pool was in a separate building, and there was no training that even required swimming, so it made no sense for Jaehyun to be there. You let out a frustrated sigh. Even when he wasn’t doing anything in particular to annoy you, it still managed to anger you.

You weren’t going to let Jaehyun do what he wanted this time. This was merely for interrogation—your own personal gain. Then, you thought it over some more, and you reasonably concluded that there was a 97.5% chance that you would not lay a finger on him, but there was a 2.5% chance you’d cave.

When you got to the facility where the pool was, you were entranced by the renovation at first. The pool was massive and the equipment was lined up so neatly along the walls. You peered through the glass to see the pool completely empty save for Jaehyun in the hot tub.

He met your eyes while you opened the door to the pool. His eyebrow arched at your entrance but a smirk settled on his lips as you neared him. You tried to push down your lust; you were not letting him get to you again. You crouched down by the side of the pool and Jaehyun moved so he was facing you, holding onto the edge of the hot tub.

“What brings you here?’ he asked, playfully flicking some water in your direction.

You flinched and scrunched up your nose at his action. “I heard you don’t do hookups.”

“You heard correctly.”

“So what am I?”

“You’re Y/N.”

You were a coward. Admittedly, you had probably always been running away from your own problems, deflecting your feelings with unbridled hate that had no direction, no meaning. Underneath your blunt and fiery front was pure cowardice. Even now, you refused to admit anything to yourself.

You didn’t want to accept that maybe you actually liked Jeong Jaehyun.

Maybe you’ve always liked him.

“Don’t be stupid, Jaehyun,” you grumbled. “You’ve always hated me.”

“I think you just want to believe I hate you. Is that how you suppress your feelings?”

“How long have you liked me for, then? Days?”

“Years.”

You paused for a moment as you recounted your interactions with Jaehyun. It was true that he never explicitly said he hated you and that you always started the arguments, but he was the one who broke off your friendship. Why would he do that if he didn’t hate you?

“You said you wanted nothing to do with me, Jaehyun,” you said in a smaller voice, fist balling at your side.

“You were going to a different university.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, and although you were angry, it was difficult not to enjoy the view. “Plus, you just kept going on and on about Jaemin, and I couldn’t even shut that mouth of yours up back then.”

“So you cut me off?”

“I felt like I was being petty, so I tried to apologize but you blocked my number and wouldn’t let me come near you,” Jaehyun deadpanned. He reached forward and grabbed your wrists, pulling you closer to him. You teetered on the balls of your feet, swallowing hard. “Forgive me?”

“No.”

Jaehyun rose up a little so he was eye-to-eye with you. He smiled at your flustered expression and cupped your cheek with his wet hand. Every muscle in your body was telling you to pull away but you couldn’t. Not when his lips were so close, when his eyes were boring into yours.

“Forgive me,” he repeated in a gentler tone, but it became more of an order than a question.

“Make me,” you whispered and Jaehyun groaned, somewhat helplessly.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

You opened your mouth to say something more, but you couldn’t even form your words as Jaehyun yanked you forward and sealed your lips with a kiss. Before, you had the sense to try and push him away, but now you were held captive. He slid his tongue past your lips and you let out an appreciative whimper, hand sliding into his wet hair. You tugged at his hair and this time, Jaehyun was the one to react.

He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, eyes clouding over with lust. “Get in with me,” he said, voice rumbling. You shivered as he dragged his lips down to your jaw; you could feel his voice reverberate down your spine and to your feet.

“What if someone walks in?” you asked in a daze.

“There’s no use for the swim facility, so no one’s going to walk in on us,” he persuaded. “Come in.”

Water dripped from his neck, landing on your thigh. You took in a sharp breath as his hand tugged at your waist. While the pleading look on his face was priceless, you couldn’t even ridicule him because you were at your limit, too. You let out an irritated sigh when you realized you gave into that 2.5% of you caving.

You responded by pulling off your shirt, tossing it to the side where Jaehyun had left his shoes and towel. Jaehyun watched you as you fiddled with the clamp of your bra. Meanwhile, his hands went to the waistband of your sweats, making you shudder as he tugged them down at the sides. You raised your hips to help him get them off and, after removing your bra, you were only left in your underwear to protect you from his hungry gaze.

You weren’t the type to hook up with guys. Hell, you weren’t the type to even show a guy your ankle if he asked. You thought you’d feel insecure with Jaehyun eyeing you in your full glory, but there was none of that. You wanted to know why it was so different with him but maybe it was the way he looked at you like he just wanted to kiss you. Or maybe a tiny part of your heart always belonged to Jaehyun, and you couldn’t bury it anymore.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

He mumbled the words, barely audible, but they set you on fire. He pulled you down onto his lap like you were his anchor, and you were afraid you’d get swept with the current, but you let him. You’ve only ever kissed a few guys before, so you really had no idea what the fuck you were getting into. All you were sure about was that Jaehyun could make you feel good and you were having your first time in a hot tub. You only prayed that you wouldn’t pass out from the pleasure combined with the heat of the water.

“Is this your first time?” he asked, gliding his hands down your sides. You nodded. “Then I’ll be gentle.” Truly, you did find his gesture rather sweet, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes. Jaheyun saw and narrowed his brows. “I don’t hate you, but you really piss me off sometimes.”

He kissed you again. It was more passionate this time, but also harsher and messier. You let out a sound that was something between a yelp and a moan, making Jaehyun move his hands to run down your bare back. Then, he planted his thumb on your clit and pressed down in a way that made a muscle in your thigh twitch. Your grip on his shoulders tightened; you weren’t expecting that. It felt different in the water, but somehow, you couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re wet,” he mumbled against your lips as his fingers found purchase on your slit.

“We’re in the water, you idiot.”

Jaehyun scoffed. “You know what, Y/N, you’re right, I did hate you,” he spat, rubbing small circles around your clit now. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, whimpering as his movements grew more intense. “I fucking hated how you looked at Jaemin with those love-struck eyes.”

There was a shift in his usual cocky expression. He turned focused and, to a degree, angry. It was the kind of look on his face you saw when he was on the basketball court or during a game.

“You’re the one who told me to go after him.”

Wrong choice of words. Jaehyun lifted you up and placed you on the edge of the pool, pushing a finger inside you with no warning. You gasped, your mouth open to ask him why he took you out of the water, but you already knew the answer; he wanted to feel you completely.

“R-right there,” you whimpered out as he pushed his finger deeper inside of you.

He started to curl his finger whenever he passed over your g-spot, and you had to close your eyes. Jaehyun pulled his finger out to marvel at the slick wetness that coated it. Your body tingled as he slid his finger inside you again. This time, he was teasing your slit with a second digit. Jaehyun had no delicacy, though, and he all but shoved in a second finger, causing you to cry out.

He didn’t even care. You opened your mouth to call him a bastard, but all that came out was a pitched moan that seemed to float up to the stars.

“I fucking hated,” he rasped as he pumped two fingers inside of you, “how you treated Jaemin like he was the only one in the world.”

“I don’t… like Jaemin,” you got out, each labored breath of yours fighting off another moan. “I’ve stopped liking Jaemin after high school.”

Jaehyun’s free hand went to your chest, cupping one of your breasts as he rubbed circles around your nipple. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, unable to contain yourself as the fingers on your clit got almost frantic in their place, and the fingers inside of you were pushing against your walls. You felt an unfamiliar cold fire that felt so fucking good, lighting you up and threatening to spill over. Your muscles clenched and spasmed around Jaehyun, and you weren’t even in the hot tub but you felt like you were sinking.

A high-pitched moan left your lips, leaving you hot with embarrassment because you didn’t know you could make a sound like that. You fell from your peak, relaxing in Jaehyun’s hold; it felt like you were floating amongst the clouds in an almost euphoric way.

“I don’t like Jaemin,” you breathed out, still winded from your orgasm, “you fucking idiot.”

“I know.” Jaehyun pulled his fingers out of you, eyes trained on you as he licked them slowly. The look on his face was more gentle now. With his free hand, he brushed loose strands of your hair out of your face. “You like me now.”

“No, I’ve loved you for a while now.” You didn’t know what possessed you to say what was on your mind, but it surprised you more than it surprised Jaehyun. “I didn’t realize it then but… I think I did.”

Love? Love?

You thought you knew what love was. Something that you felt in your bones, that burst within you instantly. Simple glances, thoughts, and daydreams—something gentle and fluffy, but also emotionally shattering. You thought it was tender smiles, kind words, and little gestures.

But maybe that was the kind of love that led to puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and hoarse voices. The kind of love that was left fruitless with an empty gap in your chest.

Maybe this was different.

It was instinctive, the way you fell for him. Like an effortless intake of breath, you were in love before you even knew it. You always thought love was a monster. Ravaging, scraping, foul monsters with jaws so immeasurably large that they would have swallowed you whole. But maybe it wasn’t the tragedy you made it out to be.

With Jaehyun it was fierce and maddening and made you want to rip your hair out. It was a violent hurricane that you tried to brave your way through. But you were blind. You were already at the eye; you had always been at the center without realizing it. And, despite all the pointless arguments and name-calling, it was the most beautiful thing you had experienced.

Yeah, you liked him. You liked how you were around him, despite how much you complained about it to Mark. Part of you refused to admit it, but sometimes the bickering was fun. You realized that you never let go of Jaehyun before because you couldn’t. You simply didn’t want to be without him because Jeong Jaehyun drove a deeper passion within you.

Your rose-tinted loving moment was ruined as soon as a shit-eating grin spread across Jaehyun’s face.

“You love me.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me,” Jaehyun echoed as if he was internalizing the information. “You love me.”

“I take it back,” you said flatly. “I hate you, I hate you, and I’ve always hated you.”

Jaehyun ignored your words, his cockiness morphing into adoration. “You actually love me back.” He cupped your face in his hands, eyes turning into little crescents as he smiled. “Even though I called you a cougar for liking a guy a year younger than you?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I made fun of you wearing a push-up bra in front of him?”

You clenched your jaw. “Yes.”

“Even though I asked Johnny about you and he told me that I still live in your mind, rent-free?”

“What? Johnny said that?” you exclaimed, eyes wide. You grimaced. Johnny would be dealt with later. You placed your hands on Jaehyun’s shoulders and made direct eye contact. “Look, Jaehyun—as much as it hurts me to say this and I’d rather tear out my vocal cords—I like you. I like you so much that I don’t care about the petty shit you pulled when I liked Jaemin because frankly, I don’t care about Jaemin anymore.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You wanted to slap him.

“Are you just constantly horny?” you snapped. “I’m pouring out my feelings to you here!”

“I’m better at expressing my love through actions, not words,” Jaehyun explained. “Can I show you?”

“Is this another ploy to get in my pants?”

“No, I’m asking you out on a date,” he said. “Sneak out with me tonight. I want to explore the city with you.”

The offer was tempting. In fact, you found no reason to be opposed to the idea. After all, you were always down for an adventure in the city. Jaehyun being with you didn’t sound too bad either, especially when Seoul was so lively at night. Part of you wanted it purely to catch up on all the time you missed when you stopped being friends.

“Fine,” you agreed. “An hour after curfew.”

“Great.” Jaehyun flashed a grin that slowly curled into a smirk. “Now let me get in your pants.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Y/N, you see,” Jaehyun started, “I don’t hate you, but you’ve really pissed me off these past two years. We have all of this pent-up rage, so it’s only fair that we let it out on each other.” His grip on your hips tightened.

You loathed yourself for wanting him, and for putting aside the fear of being walked in on for him. You internally cringed at the thought of Mark accidentally bearing witness, and you weren’t sure you were willing to explain the situation to him just yet.

It was the price you paid for carnality, you supposed.

You sighed in a forced way so that you sounded reluctant and bored. Unfortunately, your plan backfired and you ended up feeling bad when a concerned look crossed Jaehyun’s face.

“If you’re worried about getting caught, I’ll just cover you,” Jaehyun mumbled, the softness of his voice almost putting you at ease.

You rolled your eyes. “How kind of you.” You paused and looked up at him. “Are we really going to have sex for the first time here?”

Jaehyun looked around him. “Well, I guess we could go to the hotel room if—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer to you. “Let’s do it here. I love the pool, love having sex at the pool.”

He rose a brow at you, hands making their way down your body. Suddenly, your realization of being completely exposed had heightened, and you pressed your thighs together. Maybe it was because your vulnerability showed on your face, clear as day, but Jaehyun smirked, further flustering you by tugging down his swim shorts to reveal his hardened cock.

It was heavy and warm against your thigh, but what you were fixed on was the v-line on his pelvis. You traced along the bone, making him shiver under your touch. You were shocked when he grabbed your wrist tightly, holding it away from him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” he growled. Jaehyun leaned closer and nipped at the shell of your earlobe, chuckling as you tensed up under his hold. His hot breath made you squirm under his grip.

Have you ever noticed how insanely attractive he was? Yes, of course. You weren’t an idiot.

Have you ever appreciated his beauty until now? Probably not.

“Just fuck me already, Jae,” you grumbled out as he pushed you down onto the deck of the pool.

In seconds, Jaehyun grabbed your hips and pulled them to his waist. Without any preamble, he rammed himself inside of you. The motion caught you by surprise and you cried out, half out of pleasure and half out of pain. You were definitely wet from being fingered earlier, but two fingers were nothing compared to Jaehyun’s cock.

Seeing his cock disappear in you was enough to make you whimper. Your walls clenched around him, pulsating at the foreign feeling. You were tempted to slap him upside the head for going so fast, but all you could do was tug at his hair and wrap your legs around him.

“You bastard, I’ll fucking—oh.”

Jaehyun laughed cruelly at your reaction, partly to cover up the groan caught in his throat and partly because your attempts at being mad at him were downright pathetic. When you had adjusted to his size, Jaehyun grunted and pounded in you, hitting spots that made your limbs feel like jelly. As if that wasn’t enough, Jaehyun found your clit with the hand that didn’t have a bruising grip on your waist and pressed harshly against it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jaehyun gritted out.

“T-then be gentle,” you bargained, drowning in a molten sea.

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you. “Have you ever fucking heard of gentle hate sex?” he asked, validating his point with a particularly hard thrust.

Your fingernails dug into his back, leaving hot-white trails down his skin. You were certain you had drawn blood, but knowing Jaehyun, he’d probably feel proud if he saw it. He brought his lips to your neck as you writhed under him, biting around until he found your sweet spot. This wasn’t fair; he was pleasuring you in every way possible and all you could do was cry out as he pummeled in you.

You closed your eyes, sparks flying behind your eyelids as you felt your release rushing to you.

Then, he slowed his strokes down considerably.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a rasp. Your eyes fluttered open, remaining half-lidded as you felt like you were going to spill over. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

He slapped his hips against yours again, the sound of skin against skin making you shudder. Jaehyun filled you up to the brim and you were oh-so-close to letting go and falling off the edge. The hardscape was cool but you were on fire, bliss overtaking all of your senses. Your toes curled as you held onto his damp skin for dear life, not sure if it was because he was in the pool or he was sweating due to the heat you both emanated.

“R-right there!” you wailed. “Fuck, right there!”

Jaehyun angled his hips slightly to pound into you, causing you to see metaphysical stars. It was so hard to keep eye contact with him when your eyes just wanted to roll back. Jaehyun let out a groan by your ear, low and guttural. You didn’t even notice how tight the grip he has on you until he releases your hip for you to see the print he left.

You could tell he was close, but he wanted to hold on for you. Both of your breaths were labored as you stared into each other’s eyes, your body moving up and down against the hardscape as Jaehyun railed you. You tightened your grip on him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as you were falling over the edge.

Jaehyun understood and fucked you through your orgasm, making sure you made the most of it. Warmth blossomed under your skin as you cried out in pure bliss, your vision blurring and refocusing as it flickered from normal to pure white as you rode out your high. You ground yourself back to reality after nearly sobbing out his name, the pleasure overwhelming you. Jaehyun’s eyes went hazy as he fell apart right after you did, and soon, you felt something warm spill inside of you.

Jaehyun finished inside of you and stuttered out a curse as he pulled out of you. He rolled over and laid on the deck of the pool next to you, the both of you catching your breath like you had just run a marathon.

“I have a cute date idea for tonight,” Jaehyun said after a long pause.

You looked over, watching his chest rise and fall. “Yeah?”

“We go to the store and buy Plan B.”

You couldn’t even disagree.

“Sounds good.”

Jaehyun dragged himself off the floor, muttering something along the lines of “shit, that felt good” to himself as he reached for his swim trunks to pull back on. You grabbed a towel to dry yourself off, but pins and needles shot up your legs when you tried to walk. Jaehyun noticed immediately and a smug look settled on his face again, not the least bit remorseful.

You scowled as you slipped your clothes back on. “Shut up,” you jeered. “You’re so shameless for someone who can’t pull out.”

“Oops,” he replied flatly.

“I hate you, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out a laugh as he shook his head. He picked up another towel from the chairs by the poolside and wrapped it around so it covered your head. You bit your lip as you watched him attempt to dry your hair. It was times like these when he seemed so gentle and delicate, unlike his usual irritating attitude.

“You liked it, though,” Jaehyun said. “Right?”

You faltered, looking down at your feet as he continued to dry your hair. “Yeah.”

Jaehyun smiled softly and leaned in swiftly to peck your lips, but your moment was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

Mark was gaping at you two, eyelids fluttering rapidly as if he was trying to blink away what he had just seen.

“Y/N? Jeong Jaehyun?” Mark questioned, his voice an octave higher than usual. Realization crossed his face through a series of facial expressions that morphed far too quickly for you to process. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Mark!” You and Jaehyun pulled away from each other quickly.

Mark paused to think his words through. “Did I almost walk in on a murder?”

You let out a frustrated groan. “Jesus, Mark, if you’re not going to read the room, at least SparkNote it.”

“Wait, so you were kissing?”

“No, we didn’t kiss,” Jaehyun assured, and you felt tricked for feeling relieved for a split second. “We actually had sex.”

Jaehyun’s words ended with a splutter as you elbowed him in the gut. Mark looked between the two of you, boggled. You nudged Jaehyun again with your foot, signaling for him to leave so you could handle Mark. Thankfully, he took your cue this time and grabbed his towel, mockingly saluting the both of you. You were stupid to think you were safe, though, because Jaehyun had to get another last word in before he walked off.

“See you tonight, Y/N.”

There was a long, awkward pause while Jaehyun opened the door and left the building. You and Mark were staring at each other but neither of you knew what to say or how to approach the subject.

“I just… I just came here to find you, and Jaemin told me you went to the pool. You…” Mark started. He looked absolutely horrified, like a corpse had fallen to his feet—no, rather, he looked like a corpse himself, like someone attempted to do taxidermy on him but did a shit job. “Bitch.”

“Let me explain.”

“Bitch,” Mark enunciated, “you just fucked the hottest guy here, oh my god.”

Definitely not the reaction you were expecting, but you supposed it wasn’t a bad one. You were glad he wasn’t getting into the whole ‘why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend’ rant, but this was equally as overwhelming.

Mark continued, “Wait—is that why you were late this morning? Oh my god, this has been a thing. You’ve been hooking up with him in secret, haven’t you?”

“No? Well, yes, but it hasn’t been much until, um”—you gestured awkwardly around you—“you know.”

“So you were the one who was with Jaehyun last night?”

“Yes.”

“And this morning before I picked you up?”

“Yes.”

“Are you two dating now?”

“Honestly, I really don't know,” you admitted. “Mark, please don’t tell anyone about this. Especially not those little shits, Chenle and Johnny.”

Mark gulped. “About that…”

Before you could question him, there was a chorus of loud clapping echoing from the locker rooms which was then followed by a few cheers. You grimaced as the two boys you didn’t want to see walked out: Chenle and Johnny, Tweedledee and Tweedledum themselves. They both wore cocky smirks as they shook their head at you, which made Mark a touch more nervous than he was before.

“Have anything to say for yourself, Y/N?” Chenle teased.

“Go to hell.” You scoffed and turned to Mark, narrowing in on him. “Why’d you bring them along? What are you? The three stooges?”

“We were looking for you so we could invite you to the movie night we were having in Jungwoo’s room!” Mark defended. “I swear, if I knew about you and Jaehyun, I never would’ve brought them along.”

You sighed deeply as Chenle snickered to himself. “Well, I guess Y/N can’t come to movie night since she has a date with—hold on, what did you call him again? The devil?”

“Okay, I get it!” You threw your hands up in defeat, eyes closed to show you were reflecting upon your actions. “I’m a dirty hypocrite and I’ve committed a crime worse than death.” You opened your eyes again. “I’m sorry.” To your surprise, Chenle and Johnny had their right hand up. You stared at it, puzzled. “Do you want me to make an oath or something?”

“In modern society,” Johnny explained, “we call it a high-five.”

It took you a few seconds to process their words before you tentatively gave them each a firm high-five. You blinked up at them before ease washed over you. This was how it always was, anyways. At the end of the day, no matter how much you guys bickered or teased each other, you always made up. That's what friends were for, after all.

“There we go,” you said, oddly satisfied. “For now, I’ll let go of the fact that Johnny snitched on me to Jaehyun behind my back.”

“How dare you!” Johnny gasped. “Chenle was with me.”

Chenle raised his hand to confirm the statement. “Indeed. Please give credit where it's due.”

“Alright, fuck you both.”

What the fuck even was a date?

This was foreign territory to you, but even so, you decided you wouldn’t rely on your annoying friends. First of all, you were sure they wouldn’t really be of any help and just endlessly tease you about it. Secondly, they were simply going to gradually grow more stressed (Mark), lecherous (Johnny), and aggravating (Chenle). Thus, you decided to slay the monster of first dates yourself.

Your first hurdle was looking cute. You packed absolutely nothing that wasn’t for the training camp, so you had already failed. Jaehyun was going to have to deal with you in your gym shorts and a school t-shirt.

Your second hurdle was sneaking away from Eunha, your roommate. That was a piece of cake considering how she didn’t exactly care. When you headed out of the room, wallet and phone in hand, she wished you a kind farewell, which you returned.

Your third hurdle was sneaking out of the hotel. You weren’t quite sure how you and Jaehyun made it outside without being spotted, but you were certain he must have tipped off some of the staff because there was no way the both of you could have walked straight out of the lobby without being reported. When you asked him, though, he said it was probably because you looked like the cleaning lady.

Needless to say, Jaehyun was on thin ice.

You loved Seoul, loved the dirty of it. Even at night, the city was alive and full of vigor, full of young people like you who were chasing cheap thrills. Jaehyun was a dream under the glowing lights, and you almost couldn’t believe that the prince-like boy was head-over-heels for you.

He took you to a wide alley with a night market, full of life and energy. Jaehyun was walking through the crowd and you were following right behind him, like some awkward fish swimming after a cuter, more popular fish upstream. There were several times where you almost lost yourself in the crowd, and Jaehyun noticed this. He reached behind him, still shouldering his way through the crowd, and grabbed your hand. The smell of spicy rice cakes, the numerous pop-up bars lining the alley, and Jeong Jaehyun gripping your hand—it all made a pretty eventful first date.

Jaehyun didn’t kiss you. Not once. He didn’t try to touch you anywhere that would have tempted you both into doing something you definitely shouldn’t do in public. There were times where Jaehyun turned pink or looked away from you shyly, and you indulged in it because this was a side of him you didn’t see often.

Jaehyun stopped at a convenience store before you both decided to head back. You waited outside for him, kicking stones as you thought of him. He was undeniably perfect, which you somewhat despised because you had spent the last two years hating his guts and this was an abrupt change. You were worried if he was buying you something; he had already bought you lamb skewers and rice cakes at the night market. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend to empty his wallet.

Wait—

Were you his girlfriend?

“Y/N,” he called when he walked out of the store, holding something behind his back with a sneaky grin. “Close your eyes.”

You bit back a smile and closed your eyes, holding your hands out. He placed the object in your hands and it felt light, so you were sure it shouldn’t have cost much. Although, your stomach was pitted with guilt at the thought of him spending money on you. You opened your eyes when he directed you to.

Plan B One-Step.

You no longer felt bad for him.

“Very romantic,” you observed, putting the packet in your wallet, “but thank you.”

You were seething. Your face grew unconditionally hot and you had to look down at your feet. It seriously pissed you off that your feelings were so clear right now because Jaehyun had bought you fucking Plan B.

Jaehyun seemed to notice right away and tilted your chin up with two fingers, chuckling. “Is something wrong?”

Your face screwed up when you decided on what you were going to ask him. “Are we dating?” you blurted out.

Jaehyun held your face gently like it would shatter if he applied any more pressure. His fingertips grazed the hinge of your jaw while his thumbs rested on your cheekbones. You were panicking when he leaned in, but it wasn’t what you expected. Jaehyun pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, grinning at your reaction. You reached up to trace his dimple with your finger.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, flustered beyond imagination, but you had already gotten this far so you continued, “do you?”

“Do I want to be your girlfriend?”

You wanted to hit yourself. “Fuck. I mean, do you wanna date me?”

“Of course,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

He drew you into his warm embrace and you buried your face into his chest, wondering how you hated this man for so long. Of course, when those cocky smirks and impish looks came back, you were sure you’d remember again. But right now, in his arms, you just knew that you wanted to be with him. You looked up at him, arms slung around him, and got on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

You were positive you hadn’t ever seen Jeong Jaehyun blush before tonight, but it was a sight you were sure you could never get sick of.

And you never would.

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i know nothing abt detective conan apart from what was established in the two lupin crossover specials. enlighten me

OH BOY u activated Ultimate Hyperfixation mode thank u... it's So Much. iirc the specials established the basics; high school detective Shinichi Kudo, somewhat well known as the "modern era sherlock holmes" was on a date outing with his childhood best friend, Ran Mouri, to the local amusement park. While there (and after solving a murder), he noticed two shady dudes dressed in all black, followed them, saw one of them doin crimes, then got brained by the other one w/a metal pipe sdjfgsk. the men in black gave him an experimental drug (APTX 4869, which is also a sherlock holmes pun (shi ha ro kyu)) said to kill without a trace. but! little did anyone know, it has a rare side effect of Turning You Into A Child instead of dying and that's what happened to shinichi sdkjfgsdf. (this might not actually be a side effect. the prototype drug might be an attempt to make a drug that makes u immortal. maybe.) He decided to ask if he could live with Ran and her dad, Kogoro Mouri(a disgraced ex-cop private detective) bc he thought that if he was in a detective agency, he could more easily find the ppl who did this to him! he named himself Conan Edogawa in a panic after being backed into a bookshelf (Arthur Conan Doyle and Edogawa Ranpo books, naturally). For a while, Conan ends up following Kogoro to any cases he's on (and the Random Murders they run into almost daily), knocking Kogoro out with an anesthesia-laced needle hidden in his watch and using a voice changer to solve the cases as Kogoro (this turns Kogoro into a minor celebrity: the Sleeping Kogoro, named bc he looks like he's sleeping when he's solving cases (he is sleeping actually. sdkjfgsd)) It starts slowly coming to light that the men who attacked Shinichi are a part of some larger Evil Organization with hands in corruption, illegal weapons trade, assassinations, u name it. Also they're all named after different kinds of alcohols (hard liquor for the men, diff kinds of wines for the women iirc) (the two who attacked shinichi are called Gin and Vodka)! One day a girl shows up at his neighbor's (Professor Hiroshi Agasa, the first person who knows that Shinichi is Conan) house, and eventually introduces herself as Sherry, the creator of the drug that shrunk him. she betrayed the org after they killed her sister (which conan was present for), and took the drug herself and escaped from where they were holding her when she too turned into a child. Now she's goin by Ai Haibara and is working to try and reverse-engineer an antidote for the two of them! There's also a group of Actual Kids who latched onto Conan and Haibara bc "Wow these two are smart and cool!" :] they formed the Detective Boys and they love going out and solving cases (and unfortunately see their fair share of murders :( ) As far as like the Main Cast (so many ppl) I'd narrow it down 2 probably Shinichi/Conan, Ran, n Kogoro! but also when u look up "detective conan main characters" the wiki page has a promotional image with like 43 ppl on it so. i'd also include heiji hattori (another high school detective, and the first one to figure conan out. they're besties now), professor agasa, and the detective boys :] the series has a general "monster of the week" format with a LOT of non-directly-plot relevant cases b4 kinda just. slamming so much plot that has been slowly setting up onto u in a Big Confrontation sdfhskjdg its like the kind where when u get there u go OHHH THAT WAS FORESHADOWING AUUUGH but then nothing big happens for another 100 chapters so sjdkgfjksdhskbs ALSO IT'S LONG AS FUCK I SHOULD MENTION THAT ongoing since 1994 babeyyyy getting close to 1100 chapters. pain BUT i do kinda love that for it. it's so long and theres SO many characters but that means nearly every reoccuring character is gonna get SOME kind of arc and growth as a person which is cool! like yeah there's A Lot but i feel like it does a p good job of juggling that big cast of ppl :] a lot of wild shit goes on like. there's sooo much backstory for some of the characters n so many connections between them it makes my brain

happy drawing lines between characters and bein like okay so you're connected to this person bc of THIS person and so on and so forth. also i think within the first 1/4 it's kinda just "hm smthn shady going on" and then suddenly the fbi is just. there. i think it's outright stated that they don't have permission from the japanese government to be there either. ALSO there's so many british ppl for some reason??? i mean i know why (sher lock holms) but it's still really funny to see some of these characters n b like. if u were speaking english u would have a thick british accent. oh should probably mention magic kaito too. so magic kaito was an earlier series by the same author focusing on kaito kuroba, a high schooler magician who ends up becoming a phantom thief (the kaitou KID) while evading a mysterious shady organization, trying to find out who killed his father (the og KID), and also trying to find a gemstone that supposedly makes u immortal? magic kaito got HEAVILY sidelined when detco started (and got way more popular) but the author made kaito a reoccuring character within detco, making them set in the same universe. now it feels like rather than writing for magic kaito, the author just writes a KID heist in detco skdjfgskjd (<- crying in "magic kaito hasn't updated in 3 years") this is like. mostly fine. except real magic explicitly exists in magic kaito (one of his classmates is a witch) which does kinda clash with the Mostly Grounded In Reality murder mysteries of detco sdjkfgsd

OH YEAH also the dub/localization was called Case Closed and they tried to Americanize it. Shinichi's name got changed to Jimmy Kudo sdkjgsdkfsdjskd i would watch the dub just bc from what ive seen it's venturing into "so cheesy it's hilarious" territory but it made me cringe so bad when i tried skjdfhsjkd despite my best efforts... i cannot handle Jimmy. THANK U AGAIN 4 THE ASK i hope that was somewhat coherent!!

#detco is so much but does have some rlly neat themes abt identity and legacies if u dig a little #this series has had me in a hyperfixation headlock for YEARS now and i cannot tell u why.#i think i'm just a sucker for Character Interactions and Boy Howdy this has PLENTY #also also if anyone (u or anyone else) wants like. a fairly comprehensive list of tws in it please do hmu #as much as i love it. it is a shonen in the worst aspects sometimes :pensive:#oh man i didn't even get into vermouth. diversity win the maybe immortal evil woman poisioned ur mom in a homoerotic way!!!#detco posting #OH YEAH its endlessly funny 2 me how they did a lupin iii crossover n never mentioned shinichi's mom.#bc her name (b4 marriage) was yukiko fujimine. like. fujiko mine sdfgsdj #fujimine #long post

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Iruma-kun 10

That mascot is still around to annoy poor Kalego, huh? (LOL) I also noticed the demonstration demons have horns like oni.

Oh no! This means Azz-Azz is a prime target for Iruma!

(I was going to write something. Then I got so engrossed in the action, I forgot to…)

LOL, Sabro’s too heavy for Team A to lift!

Oh, Iruma’s hair isn’t tied anymore…

“…pruning this cactus.” – Does Eggie-sensei like plants?

Ooh, the first double-parter ever for this show, I think it is.

Shinchou Yuusha 9

Apparently ep 10 got delayed…*sigh*

LOL, thre’s product placement for a certain ice cream brand in this episode, huh?

Can we not with the boob grope???

*Rista takes care of Mash and Elulu* - Rista’s such a mom sometimes…

Stars Align 9

This one scene with Nao looks really blue…it’s almost unsettling.

Oh dear…I understand the sentiment of an inferiority complex all too well.

Dr Stone 22

Now we’re back to good ol’ science vs. survival of the fittest philosophy clash. Now, see, that’s the Dr Stone I like best!

Torricelli’s law.

Why is mica like baumkuchen? Probably because it has a lot of layers…

Wow, for WSJ – which encouraged fangirls all over the world to make yaoi/shonen ai ships – they sure tossed out the yaoi/shonen ai option real fast…

Skarn. I’ve never heard of it until now.

Magma, staring at the product of magma…LOL.

I…don’t get it. Even after watching the bit again, I don’t understand why Magma was trying to save Senku.

So…as is said for most WSJ series, the treasure was the friends we made along the way…LOL, what a way to acknowledge a trope.

Lemme guess…surprise birthday party? (Sorry, when I was reading up on Magma earlier, I saw that Magma helps with a birthday surprise for Senku and I found out what it was.)

I wonder if Rei is still up there at this point…? (Who’s Rei? You’ll find out if you read the Byakuya reboot…)

Well, “Rock Day” only works in Japanese. The language would’ve drifted over thousands of years so it shouldn’t work in the year 5731 (or whatever year Dr Stone is set).

Dr Stone 23

One episode until the end…but I’m away over Christmas, so I’ll have quite a bit to catch up on when I’m back. Update: I never did end up going away over Christmas.

Senku is much more of a trickster hero than an action hero. That’s been pretty obvious all the way through, but here it’s at its most obvious.

Oh, so Kaseki made the village bridge? Is that a correct assumption…? Update: I think the answer was yes from the manga.

How much chemistry does Gen know, anyway? Assuming he’s a humanities person because of psychology and his tricks, it must only be basic, right?

Thse intense stares…I’ve been reading JJBA: DiU lately, so I’m expecting an 80s-style “!!” to appear over someone’s head at this point, LOL.

Ooh, hardware. In fact, it looks like the inside of a computer…or, more relevant to this case, a phone.

So it’s not “rules are rules” anymore? Now Kinro’s changed his words to reflect his faith in Senku…hmm! Interesting! (Update: A quick google says Kinro is 18. Senku is about 18 (+ 3700 years). Plus, after they start dragging Ginro away, Kinro says his trademark line.)

Wouldn’t the coal smoke alert Tsukasa of the village’s location, though…? Then again, thanks to Homura and Hyouga, Tsukasa already knows their location…oops.

Rochelle salt.

I saw that one shot of the world from the 1st OP and I thought there was meant to be a post-credits segment…LOL, nope.

Dr Stone 24 (FINAL)

The “acquisition message” basically said “We didn’t (just) need one cell phone, (so) it was useless!” Notably, it uses the counter for large items (like computers) for the phone.

Having finished the Byakuya reboot now, I wanna cry every time I hear about the guy…

Oh! The eyecatch is a record!

Basically, what records do is that they recreate sounds by using vibrations created by the grooves of the disc. Sound is a set of vibrations.

“Astronauts are science elites…” – Except maybe Lillian Weinberg…

I like Shamil out of the guys from the Soyuz the most. He’s a cross between Tsukasa and Senku. Stoic yet skeptical, a voice of reason for Byakuya’s sillier outbursts.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the shield was made with CGI, tbh.

Byakuya’s humour here is betraying the emotional capacity of the scene…it’s gone from “100% tear-inducing” to “confusing”.

Please sing Tsubasa wo Kudasai, Lillian…*crosses fingers*

I didn’t get what I wanted, but oh well. This song is good too. (I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the record player was CGI too. It’s good CGI for sure.)

LOL, Puyo Puyo! Even Sherlock Holmes! Dragon Ball, Nintendo Switch, VR, Saiyuki! It’s like a treasure trove of references!

Normally the s2 announcement comes after the credits, so I was thrown for a loop when it was announced before the ED…anyways, this is the end of the s1 coverage. See you for s2!

BnHA 72

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Iruma-kun 11

Robin looks like Iruma…(this vaguely annoys me.)

I noticed Keroli (sp?) is in the back left, alone…that’s kinda sad.

Sabro is hella tall…even taller than Azz-kun, and that says something.

Ah…I love Eggie-sensei. He’s so funny!

Really? I thought Sullivan wrote them (the rules).

I wanna see an episode where Eggie-sensei can’t turn into his fuzzy form and has to do familiar activities with Iruma. That, or an episode where Eggie-sensei has some human parts and some familiar ones (although that would scare some little kids, I think…)

What a Machiavellian mindset Eggie-sensei has!

Iruma’s got wine, people! Underage drinking is a no-no! (partially joking)

Good on ya, Clara! Go kick those girls to the kerb!

The butterflies are so beautiful in this show!

So basically school clubs.

Hmm…it’s almost a Fordist approach. I mean, “freeing yourself up to do other things” is basically the entire ethos of that.

NGL 10

I was reading JJBA: DiU today and Colt seriously looks like a Jojo’s character…

“Your face is just like…”

N-No way! You mean, the Victor Mary’s wanted to see all along…is the other gunhead…?! Geesh, what a plot twist!

Stars Align 10

“We all play to win.” – That’s very Maki of you, Maki.

Shinjo/Oshimi???? That must be Ryoma…! By the way, what’s up with these Itsuse twins…?

Who’s Hatanooka? Update: That’s the team with Joy in it…and those fangirls who busted Mitsue up.

F*** it…Arashi, I wanna pummel you someday.

LOL, you can sell your temmates out with chanpuru, huh, Arashi?

Did Maki suggest something subliminally…?

*Maki and Toma run around* - LOL, this play is completely unorthodox, haha. I can tell even if I’m no expert.

Shinchou Yuusha 10

We’re back after another week’s break…

Come to think of it, how do fantasy worlds have concepts of “hours”?

LOL, how convenient it was that there just happened to be a dude needing healing walking past! (partially sarcastic, partially meaning it since the circumstances foreshadowed it)

“Talent”, eh? *stares at the camera, which is showing Rista’s boobs, with disapproval*

The Demon Spirit Orb is basically a monster cell from OPM 2, isn’t it…?

If Seiya came from our world…then I’m sorry, Wolks, but whoever told you is completely and utterly wrong. *gestures at all the conflicts around the world, including political turmoil*

“Are you calling…”

No Guns Life 11

Second-last ep!

Oh great…another yandere?(I read JJBA: DiU hardcover vol. 2 yesterday, so I’m still thinking about Yukako Yamagishi…)

There’s a convertible in the OP, though…I wonder if that will come into play later. Update: Even if it does come into play in the future, it doesn’t happen in ths cour.

Stars Align 11

It was like Joy was showing off to the camera…LOL.

Apparently, Joy’s name is a weird reading for yorokobi (happiness).

This feels like a final episode…

Hmm. I thought Yonex sponsored this. Turns out that’s a parody logo after all (or at least, here it’s a parody).

One of the Itsuse bros looks exactly like Maki, so it’s confusing…

I’m still confused as to why Shijo Minami’s shirts say nantei on them. The minami might be nan in another way of reading it, but…the shi can only be read kokorozashi otherwise and while the jou can be read many, many ways, tei isn’t one of them.

Ume = plum blossom, so that purple-pink colour really suits them.

BnHA 73

Eri’s name means, literally, “to break reason”.

This scene with the stars and the dancefloor…that’s new.

Iruma-kun 12

Sometims you forget this dork *points at Azz* is more powerful than Iruma and Clara…

You can see Clara and Iruma in the shot of Azz-kun.

The reason why I like calling Kalego “Eggie-sensei” is because he doesn’t like it!

I love how the narrator is even aware it’s been mentioned several times Iruma can’t decline requests.

New Magic is basically science…?

Oh, it would be hilarious if this character Iruma just bumped into and he (Iruma) would be in a Battler together…but I’ve read spoilers, so I know what Iruma will join…

Is this some kind of allegory for technology…?! *eyes sparkle* Yes, I want in! Iruma! Join this club!

Even this demon’s clip is a book! Amazing!

Clara! She dab! In a pot!

Come to think of it, in the basic premise, Iruma-kun (the show) is Kenja no Mago, right? The Wise Man’s Grandson…sort of.

Shinchou Yuusha 11

Almost at the end…I’ll sorely miss this show.

Is Tiana some former version of Rista…?

How old is Seiya again…? Update: Apparently he’s 17…and if he’s the same age as he used to be in this flashback, then…kinda squicky, no?

Stars Align 12 (FINAL)

I heard this show dropped the ball and that Nao’s mother got a rant, but otherwise I don’t quite know what happens here…so let’s finish what we started. Update: Nao’s mother’s rant was in a previous episode.

Oh hey! It’s that running thing Nao and Taiyo were doing…I think. (I don’t think I’ve grasped everyone’s names, even over 12 eps, so I had to check Taiyo’s name up.)

Oh, these gremlins…*sighs happily but also exasperatedly* No wonder this show took out a top 10 position for my 2019 list.

I’m worried now…there’s always a last minute thing to ruin an episode on this show.

I always thought Ryoma’s hair was pretty nice…(small LOL). That’s just my bias for bishonen showing though.

I’m…scared now…Maki’s dad must’ve come back and the red in the sky really sold that moment…

Maki…no!!!!!!!! Aw, f***, that’s the final seconds…geesh, way to end the series. If this were a 2 cour, I’d definitely watch the next one, but since I heard through ANN that this is all we have so far, really, the only thing I can do for a passion project is hope another cour gets funded and (maybe) purchase what I can to help out. Well, that’s it, folks, skedaddle out of here until next time.

No Guns Life 12 (FINAL)

This pendant reminds me of the mana compass I saw in Fate/Zero yesterday.

I bet Danny planted those footprints…or something like that. Update: Yup, he did.

Come to think of it, is Juzo still missing his arm from last time…?

“You weren’t my client, little lady.” – There’s one of two possible options here, I think: 1) the hands guy was or 2) Danny was.

I wonder, will the hand Extended ever become his (Juzo’s) left hand? Or will he get an Extension for it?

Wow, second huge end-of-season cliffhanger! Juzo got a new buddy, it seems…anyway, see you in spring!

Cautious Hero 12 (FINAL)

If the Valkyryja (sp?) isn’t magic…what is it???

That one guy lying on the side of the fountain, looking all drunk…LOL.

Geez, you make me wanna cry, show!!!

Even the alarm clock is dejected…geez…

This is…the best conclusion of the fall season in that Seiya defeated the Demon King and the story wrapped up properly, but the worst in that Seiya died. No one died in Stars Align, even if they failed a tonne! So…I dunno. I guess it should be happy it ended optimistically…anyways, enough of my moping. See you next time.

BnHA 74

Shin Nemoto = “the truth of the origin of the sound”, if you stuck the particle no between each character.

Tintin got scary, LOL.

Lemillion, making “no capes” go out of fashion again (LOL).

Wow, talk about a clip show…! This is really one.

Check the end of the episode, don’t forget to watch the post-credits segments, people.

#simulcast commentary #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinchou yuusha #kono yuusha ga ore tueee kuse ni shinchou sugiru #no guns life #Stars Align #hoshiai no sora #Dr Stone #mairimashita! iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #Chesarka watches MI-k #Chesarka watches BnHA #Chesarka watches Stars Align #Chesarka watches Shinchou Yuusha #Chesarka watches NGL #Chesarka watches Dr Stone #this hero is invincible but too cautious #the hero is overpowered but overly cautious

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Everything that Kills Me - Part 4

A/N: A quick thank you to Mizjoely and STLGeekgirl for giving this a quick read through for me tonight. I've been working on this chapter for days and had basically gone crossed-eyed.

Warning - There’s smut in here, Poppets.

Part 4

The faint scent of antiseptic and vanilla teased his nostrils seconds before a cool touch traced his jawline. His fingers were tightly wrapped around her delicate wrist before he even opened his eyes.

When he did look up, it was to find Molly leaning over him with her hair loose around her shoulders and nearly brushing against his chest. Unbidden, his gaze flicked down her body to find she was dressed in a cami and short set he’d seen once before, when he’d let himself into Molly’s house unannounced and she’d been lounging in the sitting room with a cup of cocoa and a romance novel. From this angle he could see the outline of her breasts in the faint shadows inside her gaping top.

“You called?” she asked with a teasing lilt.

Sherlock pushed her hand away and sat up, swinging his legs down off his sofa. A quick look around the room reassured him that he was still in Baker Street. “I did no such thing.”

Molly—Not Molly, he forced himself to remember—huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Oh, please. Don’t tell me we’re back to this again.”

He rubbed the palm of his hand against the fabric of his sleep pants, trying to override the tactile memory of her soft skin under his fingers. “I fell asleep.” His voice was flat, a statement rather than a question.

“Obviously.” She sighed and eased onto the cushion next to him without waiting for an invitation. “You dreamed of me, and I came.”

“I didn’t,” Sherlock insisted. He tried to focus on what he’d been thinking of just before she’d disturbed him. There wasn’t much in his memory, just fragments of sound (a sweet laugh, an even sweeter gasp) and smell (vanilla and sweat, the musk of an aroused woman) and touch … Fuck.

“I told you.” Molly leaned her head into him and pressed her lips against his shoulder. “The question is, what could you have possibly been dreaming of to summon me like this?”

Her hand settled on his bare chest then slid it lower; slowly, as if she were offering him the chance to stop her. Her nails scratched along his skin, just hard enough to make him wish for more. Air hissed through his teeth as she paused for a second to ghost her thumb across his nipple.

He titled his head to watch her progress, clenching his jaw to bite back whatever words were threating to escape. Whether they would have been demands for her to let him go or to keep going, he didn’t know.

“No suggestions? What about a hint?” Molly asked with feigned innocence.

She hesitated just as her fingertips barely dipped below the edge of his waistband. “Sherlock?”

He exhaled in a rush and turned and cupped the back of her neck, careful not to dislodge her hand. “You’re a smart girl, figure it out.” Then he kissed her. Open mouthed and brutal, as if he wanted to punish her for making him give in to his desire.

When he released her lips to mouth at her neck, she let out a breathy laugh and threw her head back to give him greater access. “What do you want from me, love? What will you give me in return?”

“Shut up,” Sherlock growled against her neck.

Molly pulled her hand out of his sleep pants and pushed it against his chest with surprising strength, forcing him to release her entirely. “No, no. That’s not how this works.”

He reached for her again and she continued to hold him off. “I can give you what you want, but first you have to tell me what I want to hear.” She trailed her fingers down to just below his navel and then hooked them into his waistband.

His eyes narrowed. “Why? You obviously know I want to fuck you. Why do I need to say it?”

“Because that’s the rule, Sherlock. I can’t take what you don’t freely give.” Molly’s tongue flicked out to wet her lower lip. Oddly enough, he didn’t think it was a calculated gesture. “I want to be with you, but it has to be your choice. I have to be certain, and that means you have to say it.”

She waited, unnaturally still. If it wasn’t for the slight rise and fall of her chest, he might have imagined she was a statue.

His eyes flicked over her again, and he felt a momentary pang of guilt at the thought of using a dream vision of Molly like this. It seemed wrong, and yet he couldn’t deny himself.

“Consider this my freely given consent. Clearly, and explicitly, so there are no misunderstandings. I’m going to make you come. And then, when you’re desperate and begging for my cock, I’m going to make you come again. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”

“Yes,” Molly moaned as if he was already well on his way to making good his first promise/warning.

This time, when her eyes briefly changed colour, he was expecting it. Anticipating it. Whatever the cause, whatever it signified, he’d never be able to see that shade without remembering Molly’s touch, her taste, the way she said his name as if she wanted him. Needed him. Would die if she couldn’t have him…

Just like he needed her.

She surged forward to kiss him, and he let her have her way. Let her bite at his lower lip and suck his tongue. He let her have his mouth while he shoved his sleep pants down his hips, then forced her fingers to wrap around his cock when she didn’t react quickly enough.

They both groaned at the contact.

Her hand began to stroke him, long pulls that ended with a swipe of her thumb across the head of his erection.

“Are you wet for me, Molly?”

She nodded eagerly and tried to kiss him again.

“Oh no, you have to use your words. Remember?” Somehow, he managed to smirk even as she slipped her hand lower to cradle his scrotum.

Her eyes promised retribution, but she answered him. “Wet enough that you could take me right now.” She squeezed his balls just enough to border on uncomfortable, and he found that he liked it. “But you made me a promise, and I intend to collect, Sherlock Holmes. Unless you’re all talk?”

He bared his teeth and practically snarled as he pushed her willing body down on the sofa and slid to his knees on the floor. Molly lifted her hips to help him pull her shorts off. She yelped when he wrapped his hands around her calves and yanked her closer to the edge of the cushion, but then he shouldered her thighs apart and all she could do was moan his name.

It had been years since he’d done this, but instinct and the way her toes curled and her breath stuttered guided him toward what she liked best. She shied away from direct, hard contact with her clit; but when his tongue flicked around it, she sunk her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. She arched her back and nearly slid off the sofa when he slid a finger into her cunt and curled it upward.

When he added a second one, she came hard.

He gentled and slowed his movements until her channel stopped fluttering; then, before her breathing could even out entirely, started all over again. She cried out when he circled her clit with his tongue.

“Sherlock!”

He raised his head just enough to see over her mound. She was watching him. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was damp with sweat around her temples. “I want you inside me.”

“I will be.” He bit the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a temporary red mark. “But not until you come again.”

It didn’t take as long the second time; her body was still flushed and sensitive from the lingering aftereffects of her orgasm. She screamed when she came again. Begged him to fuck her, to fill her up.

He considered punishing her for her earlier teasing by pushing her for a third, but Molly took the matter out of his hands. She shoved the coffee table out of the way with one foot, then used her body to force him onto his back.

Sherlock grunted as her weight settled on his chest; but his hands went to her hips to pull her even closer, making it clear that he was pleased with their current position. For now.

She lowered her head and reached down to grasp his cock, and rubbed the head against the wetness between her legs. As the tip of him slid into her heat, Molly looked up with a satisfied smile.

Her eyes were completely gold.

He knew he should be alarmed—should push her off and scramble away—but he only wanted her more.

This Molly, his Molly, was breathtaking.

The thought of being at her mercy made him shiver with need.

Torturously slowly, she lowered herself the rest of the way onto his cock.

He’d forgotten he was still wearing his sleep pants when he tried to bend his knees for better leverage and the elastic band tightened across his thighs, where they’d been since he’d shoved them down earlier.

“Hold on, I need to-“ he started, but Molly dug her short nails—so different then the blood red tipped talons they’d been the first night he’d dreamt of her—into his chest and shook her head.

“Don’t. Stop.” It was an order and he eagerly complied. If she wanted to ride him like this, both of them still partially dressed and spread out on the floor, then that’s what she would have.

The heat of her skin against his, the silken grip of her cunt, her scent, the way she had begun to gasp his name over and over… All of it was combining to make him lightheaded. The only thing he could focus on was the electric tingle starting at the base of his spine.

“Close,” he managed to choke out a warning as his balls began to tighten and draw closer to his body.

“Then let yourself go.”

Part of him wanted to hold on, wanted to prolong the moment, but the rest couldn’t deny her.

He came with a curse. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her in place against his chest as his hips stuttered against her. She closed the distance between their lips and kissed him, sucked on his tongue until he was breathless. His cock pulsed inside her warmth far longer than he could ever remember experiencing before. He felt euphoric and utterly drained at the same time.

Sherlock fought a losing battle to keep his eyes open.

Molly murmured reassuring words as she peppered kisses along his jaw. “You were so good for me, my love. Now I’ll never let you go.”

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thebeethathums · 5 years

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Observers - 43

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: minor injury and feels

They began to argue loudly- well… it was more Sherlock trying to get a word in as John shouted abuse at him- and after the initial shock wore off, you moved to try and put an end to it. You were met with little success, tugging at your brother’s arm only to have him shake you off before your own temper flared and you demanded, “I’m an adult, John. I can make my own decisions.” He spun to bellow at you, “Obviously not. The last decision you made landed you with a man who almost killed you and now this… this… arrogant arsehole who doesn’t even believe he has a heart. I would say your judgment is not to be trusted.” You gaped at him for a second and then yelled back, “My mistakes are my own and I deal with them as such. After what I’ve been through, do you honestly think I would have let whatever this is continue if I hadn’t thought it through? If I didn’t trust him? You can’t just start making decisions for me because I messed up in the past. It’s my life!” Sherlock began to add to what you’d said but John cut him off to start in on him again and then it was all three of you yelling at each other with you waving your hands angrily and John starting to pace. This was getting all of you absolutely nowhere and, in a moment of clarity, you decided it had to end. Trying to reign in your temper before things got out of hand, you took a few deep breaths while John continued to yell at Sherlock and then moved to stand between them.

There was no possible way you could have had worse timing as just as you did so, John spun to grab the front of Sherlock’s shirt, not knowing you were there since his back had been turned, and his hand smashed roughly into your cheek. He went wide-eyed when he realized what had happened, floundering like a fish as your eyes filled with tears and your fingers came up to press at your stinging cheek, “Oh God- Squeak, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-“ He reached for you and stopped short when you shied away, unable to hide the look of fear that crossed your face as memories triggered by the pain flooded your mind. If looks could kill Sherlock’s would have done so ten times over as he shoved John away from you and then tucked you protectively to his chest, spinning so he was facing away from John as his hands rubbed awkwardly down your back. You shook slightly as he tried his best soothe you, “It’s alright, (F/n). No one is going to hurt you. John didn’t mean for that to happen… I promise you’re safe.” You buried your nose in his chest and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and keep for crying before pulling away slightly to look up at his frown, his fingers coming up to gently graze the spot on your cheek- this was the second time you’d gotten hurt because of him in less than a day. As if reading his mind, you brought a hand up to take his in yours, squeezing it tightly as you murmured, “It’s ok, Sherlock. It’s not your fault.” John watched the two of you closely, surprised by Sherlock’s behavior, even if it was awkward and slightly hesitant, and once you’d let go of Sherlock’s hand, you spun to throw your arms around his neck, whispering, “I know you didn’t mean it, Johnny. I just needed a minute.” He hugged you back tightly, wishing so strongly that he could just turn back time to stop it from happening, to erase your look of fear directed at him from his mind, “I’m so sorry, (F/n)- for everything. I would never do anything to hurt you.” You wove your fingers through his hair comfortingly as you shushed him, “I know, John. I know.” He pulled away to look at your cheek and you knew he wasn’t going to let it go that easily, sighing before trying to bring him back to the topic at hand, “Can we please talk like civilized human beings? Yelling isn’t going to get us anywhere.” “Agreed,” Sherlock hummed from behind you and John shot him a glare before looking back at you with pursed lips, “Is this really what you want, (F/n)?” You let out an exasperated huff, reaching forward to straighten the front of his hair, “I don’t know, Johnny... I’m still trying to figure things out myself.” His face fell into a dissatisfied and slightly angry pout as he grumbled, “Fine… I don’t approve but I guess I can tolerate it- as long as he treats you right.” Letting out a soft chuckle, you patted his cheek, “That’s all I could ever ask of my big brother.” He shot another glare at Sherlock, “If he doesn’t I reserve the right to punch his face in.” “I can live with that,” you hummed before moving past him toward the kitchen, “I’m going to go finish my cereal now.” John crossed his arms over his chest as he scrutinized Sherlock for a moment and then stuck a finger in his face to say, “Don’t you ever call my sister an experiment again,” before spinning to follow you into the kitchen. Sherlock smirked, aside from the mishap with you, that had gone better than he’d thought it would. He made a mental note not to refer to his experiment as an experiment out loud for the sake of John’s continued happiness and then sank down in his chair to think while he let both of you calm down. Waiting for the kettle, John quirked an eyebrow at you as you tugged your pants up further on your hips with a small frustrated growl before rinsing out your bowl, “Why don’t you get rid those trousers? They’re obviously too big.” “They’re the only black trousers I have. I need them for work.” “What happened to the ones from the pantsuit Harry bought you for your gallery opening? They were black and fit you well.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, avoiding his gaze, “These are them. I’ve lost a bit of weight in the past couple of years.” He looked you over in surprise, you didn’t look unhealthy so he hadn’t really noticed that you were clearly thinner than usual and when he began to think of reasons why he grimaced. He tried to change the topic, seeing that you were now fidgeting with the things on the counter uncomfortably, “Your friend Annie seemed nice. It was kind of her to let you leave with us.” You gave a small smile, “She’s always been that way. I’m lucky to have her as a friend, if she hadn’t saved my hide by giving me a job I wouldn’t be able to pay rent next month... I feel bad for skipping out on her after all that even if it was fun.” He frowned at you, “What’s going on with you, Squeak? You shouldn’t be struggling to pay rent. What happened to the money you got from selling your paintings? I know they fetch quite a bit… you can’t have spent it all.” Chewing at your lip, you shook your head, “It’s gone, John. Can we please just leave it at that?” Sherlock came in to see if he could finally get some tea at that exact moment, grabbing the kettle before John could kick him out again as he offered, “Her ex made her donate everything except for the savings account he didn’t know about, likely because it was under another name. Being vague makes him assume the worst, (F/n). It’s best if you just tell him.” You went red, taking his mug from him to finish making his tea in an attempt to distract yourself from the situation, and John pursed his lips as a thought ran through his head, “When was the last time you bought groceries, (F/n)?” “Last week… I was supposed to go yesterday but as you know, I was rather busy.” Just as you handed Sherlock his tea, John grabbed your shoulders and steered you out to the door, “Go change. I’m taking you shopping.” “You don’t have to-“ “Yes, I do. I’m not going to have my little sister running around in trousers that barely stay on only to come home to an empty pantry. The clinic pays fairly well… besides, I think some proper sibling bonding is long overdue.” You opened your mouth to protest but he leveled you with that look from when you were kids that told you he’d made up his mind and he wasn’t going to change it, so you sighed and gave a small nod, “Fine- Just milk and a new pair of pants for work. Nothing more.” John fully intended for there to be more but nodded anyway, shooing you out the door before going to get ready himself. He was still feeling guilty over hitting you, even if it was an accident, not to mention the fact he hadn’t noticed all the stuff that was going on in your life that he should have been concerned about. He was going to make it up to you somehow. It turned out to be a pretty productive trip with Sherlock’s texts only interrupting thrice and John getting the answers to the many questions he had for you like your painting issues and what you and Mycroft talked about. He steered clear of the topic of Timothy, noticing that you’d start to look sad when you thought he wasn’t looking. He knew you’d have to deal with it eventually but for right now he was going to just let you be- when you wanted to talk about it you would. Other than that, every question he asked you answered without holding back, even if you got uncomfortable, sharing everything with him like you always did. Laughing with you and talking through both his problems and yours, John couldn’t help but think how much he’d missed that.

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imaginedilestrade · 6 years

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One of the boys.

Summary: You live in the middle of London with four boys; Greg, Sherlock, John and Mycroft. It was never going to be easy, especially after falling for the silver haired DI...

Warnings: Maybe a few swears? That's about it.

A/N: PRAISE THE LORD! NO DOLORES IN THIS CHAPTER 🙌🏼😭😅 (Although she is mentioned, there's no getting away from her 😖) I hope you all have a fantastic week! ❤️

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Chapter 5

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When you finally emerged from the bathroom the house was quiet, a stillness had engulfed every room. Except in the living room, where Sherlock was pacing about.

You headed towards your room and dried yourself off, placing on a fresh set of clothes and putting your other ones into the washing machine that was downstairs in the complex you lived in. You shared the block with another neighbour, Mrs Hudson, who loved your company. You'd pop in a few times a week and have tea with her, she was a great respite from the boys.

When you arrived back in the flat you finally approached Sherlock-who was still pacing. "Hey..." you drawled out "Whatcha doing?" Your eyebrow raised slightly and Sherlock stopped walking, pressing his hands together and bringing his fingers to his lips.

"John is at work today so I was waiting for you."

Your eyes narrowed "Why?"

"Case." Sherlock simply replied and fetched his coat that was on a hook by the door. He grabbed yours and tossed it at you resulting in a growl escaping your throat as your coat hit your face.

You locked the door and followed Sherlock down the stairs, you found it a little difficult to keep up with his long legs. He hailed a cab and you both jumped in. The consulting detective then got a text and smirked to himself, you peered over and noticed it was a text from Greg wondering where he was.

"They must be really stumped..." you mused.

Sherlock let out an amused snort under his breath "What's new?"

You rolled your eyes and looked out of the window with a smile starting to develop on your face. The ride was fairly short and you had pretty much stepped out the taxi as stood as you stepped in. Sherlock rushed out the cab and you let out a huff "Yeah! Sure! I'll just pay!" You spoke to yourself and handed the cabbie a handful of money before chasing after Sherlock.

You wrapped your coat around you as a breezy and chilly gust of air whooshed passed you both.

Sherlock held up the police tape for you "Oh chivalry isn't dead," you forced a grin "And please tell me again why I'm out with you when I could be at home in my pyjamas watching 'A Cinderella Story'?"

"You can watch it when we get back," he uttered "And I know you secretly enjoy all this..." he smirked and you playfully rolled your eyes before you both found Greg. "What have we got, Lestrade?"

"Well-" Greg cut himself off and smiled when he saw you "Y/N! Hi! What are you going here?"

"Day off today," you grinned before Sherlock barged in between the both of you.

"Focus Lestrade, we all engage in enough chit chat at home..." he uttered and you and Greg sent each other an unimpressed glance "What have we got?"

"Take a look for yourself and see..." he led you both through and you saw Sherlock's eyes lit up and flicker from side to side as he started to make his deductions. He crouched by the body and pulled on a pair of white gloves and Greg did the same.

"Ohh Lestrade's slapping on the latex! This is getting serious!" You joked with a smile and Sherlock stifled a laugh, Greg sent you a deadpanned expression and your smile fell "Sorry..." you muttered.

Greg stood up and excused himself to take a phone call while you joined Sherlock, crouching over the dead man and seeing straight lines cut all the way down his back. "So, what does the great Sherlock Holmes make of this?"

"You think I'm great?" The corner of his lip twitched upwards.

"Answer my question..." you glared.

"Answer mine..."

You rolled your eyes "Sherlock, we aren't five years old." A moment of silence passed "Plus I asked you first."

He pondered for a moment, scanning his eyes over the body "Attacked by a bear perhaps?" You could hear the joking undertone in his quiet voice.

"Attacked by a bear? Really?" You played along "How many bears do you know?"

"Paddington."

"He wouldn't kill someone..." you uttered.

"He would if they were eating his marmalade sandwich."

You burst out laughing and quickly covered your mouth, earning a few strange looks from the officers around you "Stop it!" You playfully scolded Sherlock. "There's a dead man in front of us and you're making me laugh!"

"Have you got it yet?" Greg walked in and you and Sherlock both stood up.

"I'd send that pill he has in his mouth away for a toxicology report," Sherlock uttered and you went wide eyed having no idea he knew there was something in the dead mans mouth. "It's almost fully dissolved so hurry up...I'll tell you when I've solved it!"

Sherlock walked out and you turned to Greg who seemed a little flabbergasted "I'll see you later, it's chicken for dinner tonight."

"Uh yeah, that's good!" He snapped out of his surprised state.

Your phone dinged and you took it out, Greg nosily tried to see who it was "Mycroft," you muttered and Greg let out a throat full of air that he didn't know he was holding "He's just landed." You text him back before putting your phone away "Anyway, I shall see you tonight!" You sent a single wave in Greg's direction before joining Sherlock.

"We need to stop off at the shops before going home," you practically skipped to keep up with him.

"We?" He turned his head in your direction with a raised brow.

"Yes 'we'! There's no milk in the fridge despite me writing and underlining it on the whiteboard. We seem to be consuming milk like it's going out of fashion. Come on, we can grab the tube from here and just pop to the shops near the flat." Sherlock looked annoyed many the whole thing. You playfully nudged his side with your elbow "Cheer up, I know you want to smile because you've solved that murder caseee!" You sang and Sherlock's lips twitched upwards.

"How did you know it was a murder?" He asked as you made your way to catch the tube.

"I've been learning from the greatest," you winked and skilfully walked down the escalators to the platform. You stood arm to arm with Sherlock who almost towered over you.

"So you do think I'm great?" You glanced up and noticed the cocky smirk on his face.

"I think you're a great pain in my ass..." you playfully jibed "I also think it's great how insufferable you are. It's great how rude you are and how-"

"I get your point..." Sherlock muttered.

You looked up at him before resting your chin on his shoulder, having to stand on your tiptoes to do so "You know I'm kidding!" He cracked a smile and you knew it was a genuine one. The tube arrived and you extended his arm out for Sherlock to get into the carriage "Ladies first..." you sarcastically smirked.

He performed the same action with an equally sarcastic grin "Age before beauty..."

You gasped "You little shi-"

Sherlock cut you off and walked passed you "So I'll go first," you couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes before following him in.

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You grabbed a basket and wandered through the shop, it sat in the crook of your arm only encouraging you to swing it about. You grabbed a pint of milk and placed it in the basket, raising your brows at the jar of honey being placed in the basket at the same time as you were placing the milk into it.

You looked up and saw Sherlock grinning at you "Can I get this?" He borderline pleaded.

You felt like his mother for a spilt second. "Put it in..." you sighed and he dropped it in with a bigger smile "You're obsessed with that stuff."

"Bees are incredible creatures and I love what they produce," Sherlock walked beside you as you placed various other things in the basket. "I'm assuming you're planning some sort of 'gathering' while Mycroft is away...?"

You dramatically gasped with a sinful smile "Me?! Never! I have never held a house party that Mycroft has never found out about. Ever."

Sherlock smirked "What time are Molly and Mary coming over at?"

"Half eight tomorrow..." you placed the items on the conveyer belt "Thank god Dolores isn't coming...or at least I hope she isn't!" You nervously laughed. Sherlock studied you intently as you bagged everything up, payed the cashier and then told him to get a move on.

It was getting dark due to the rainclouds that had taken over the sky above, thankfully the pair of you would probably make it back just in time before it poured.

"It's okay not to like someone..." Sherlock spoke up and you turned to him with a raising brow.

"Are you trying to say that after living with each other for almost five years that you hate me?" Sherlock smirked at your playful tone "Because I was so sure we were going to get married someday...." you sarcastically added.

Sherlock stopped outside the flat and you faced him "All I'm trying to say is that you don't have to worry about a certain woman who was sick on your jeans this morning."

"I don't worry," you tried to reassure him just as the rain started "It's not up to me who Greg dates, Sherlock. Please just drop this," you sighed and Sherlock noticed a wet stream on your cheek "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

The consulting detective didn't know if it was a raindrop or a tear.

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"We should have a game night!" John announced "Monopoly?"

"It always gets messy when we play that," you warned from the top of the table "Plus Greg isn't back from work yet, unless we just play it between the three of us?"

"If it's the three of us there's less chance of an argument," Sherlock stood up and cleared away the plates. "Are you leaving this piece of chicken in the oven for Lestrade?" He hollered from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" You shouted back before looking at John "Monopoly it is then."

The doctor clapped his hands together "Great! I'll set it up. What could possibly go wrong with a nice game of Monopoly?"

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fidamatrimoni · 4 years

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WHAT METHODS AND SECRETS DO PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS IN DELHI USE IN REAL?

You ever get that feeling that you’re being watched maybe someone’s following you slightly too closely in the streets of Delhi, is that person taking a photo of a building or maybe you thought of these things before and thought maybe a private investigator n Delhi tailing you well. Today a private investigator will answer some secrets that you’ve always wondered about. You’ll hear the amazing techniques they used to find out information on anyone and also how to trail anyone without them knowing.

Today we’re going to look at First Indian Detective Agency private investigators answer questions you’ve always wanted to know. Coming up first we have how to trail anyone we’ve all seen private detective movies where they have to trail their subject now most of the time if this is not on foot but instead in a vehicle in the movies the detective simply drives right behind the person they’re following but according to a real-life PI this is very unrealistic after all don’t you think the person would wonder why is that car following me, one investigator said the way they do it is they actually use two different drivers driving two different cars that way the person they’re following isn’t seeing the same car behind them all the time.

FIDA Detectives also have some great techniques for training people on firms they say if you’re watching someone somewhere don’t just look straight at them instead face a totally different direction and look using the corner of your eye.Many Private Detective Agents will also go through many disguises when they’re training someone on firms for example if they’re trailing someone on the subway they may wear a jacket and a hat but as the person gets off and the detective needs to follow them they’ll ditch their jacket and hat they may keep a baseball cap in their sleeve for a different item of clothing to make it seem like they’re a new person.

Ones Appearance during the Investigation Process

Another tip they say is to dress very boring if you stand out then you have no chances so make sure you wear a neutral color like black gray or dark brown. Next up is dumpster diving you may think of Private Investigators being in sleek offices and cruising around in dark vehicles but if the job really ain’t all that glamorous in fact one of the favorite habitats of P.I. is in a dumpster a wealth of information about people can actually be found in the trash. If the P.I. is investigating you they may go through your trash maybe you bend a very important letter or a receipt from As her maybe it was a bank statement or a letter from a secret lover all of this stuff can be very useful to a PI and sometimes they won’t even go to your trash.

Instead they may go to the trash of your friend your lawyer your neighbor or your doctor sometimes going through trash can even uncover secrets about people, for example maybe they see some illegal paraphernalia in the trash and know that you’re a bad guy doing illegal things next up is location.

Tracking the Location

When it comes to location, a lot of the time personal detectives are hired to locate people burden have to do this with barely any information but using a few handy tips private investigators can locate. Absolutely anyone they only need to know two things a name and a date of birth, and if possible a social security number. Using this stuff they’ll be able to use personal databases of official addresses where people live, and you actually have to be a licensed p.i to get these databases and not any old random Joe of the street can access them you also have to pass many tests and no relevant privacy laws. But some pies apparently use these databases for less than legal reasons after all sometimes pis have to break some laws to make some money.

Next up is facebook, Hey look a new friend request Owen it’s from a pretty girl that’s probably been the thought process of many people who have been spied on by a that’s because one of the first things that people do when investigating us make a Facebook account they will usually create a fake facebook account and then add you to check you out. After all nothing beats in tilt and getting it straight from the source people put everything about themselves on Facebook pictures of their family.

Their friends their home their hometown the school they go to the job they work at their likes their interests pretty much everything you could need to know about someone is on their Facebook page, and one P I said many pies have up to a hundred different fake accounts if they’re investigating a man. They may choose a very pretty woman as the pitcher and if they’re investigating a woman they may choose a hunky man whatever gets them in they’ll do it and they say that their fake accounts are usually much more popular than them.

After all being a private investigator is a very lonely business. Next up is bottle peeing, yeah this is another one of those less glamorous parts of the job. A big part of a pice job is waiting whenever you’re doing surveillance work , you need to learn how to play the waiting game and often times you’ll need to be staring right at one thing you can’t be texting eating or relaxing. You need to be focused 24/7 and sometimes this means bathroom breaks are not possible. That’s why in every pie scar you’ll find a stash of plastic bottles and if you see any yellow liquid inside them do not drink them as they have to sometimes pee in bottles sometimes available to a 12 hour surveillance shift, meaning they can’t move at all. One pee I says if they really have to go number one then they use a plastic water bottle but when it comes to number two’s he says he always holds it thank goodness for that next up is informants who can you really trust in your life.

Can you honestly say you trust every one of your family members friends coworkers as most people can’t and that’s because some people are not very trustworthy at all. TI’s know this and that’s why if they investigate you instantly looked for an informant. One Private Detective Agency in Delhi even admitted that once he got a landlord as an informant he was able to convince the landlord to open up the apartment of the person he was spying up.

But informants can be anyone connected to the person they’re spying on. This maybe someone they actually don’t like like a co-worker who really annoys them, sometimes it’s even a close family member or friend and sometimes P.I will pay for informants information. So if you think you may be being spied on by a P I then be sure to keep your circle small and trustworthy.

Next up is cat fished well in the days of Sherlock Holmes. PI would be investigating massive crimes, sometimes it’s small things PI look into, we’ve all seen the TV show catfish it’s where people meet someone they like online who turns out to be someone totally different. Well apparently the boom in online dating has been a big boost for private investigators.

Doubts and Suspicions

A lot of the time people have suspicions about the people they’re talking to online. They wonder if that special someone on match.com is the real deal, so that’s why they’ll often contact private detective agents to check if they’re the real person or not. One PI said they found out that someone was claiming they owned businesses and properties they really didn’t own and actually they lived at home with their mom. Nothing wrong with that but he really shouldn’t lie about it on a dating profile and one time P I found out that someone who said they were 20 on their profile page was actually a 67 year old woman. Okay I understand saying you’re a couple years younger but come on that is ridiculous so if you think you’re getting scammed by your online love then maybe hire a PI .

Next up is social media, in the olden days PI had to be out and about spying at 24/7 . But nowadays a lot of private investigator work can be done from behind a computer screen. As I mentioned before PI’s have a very specific database that only licensed investigators have access to but ask any Private Detectives and they’ll tell you their favorite database is social media. It’s a gold mine of info as people document their entire lives online.

Once a PI was hired by an insurance company to investigate an injured woman, but the injured woman who claimed lots of money was actually posting photos of herself dancing and exercising, also one person who said they couldn’t pay their child support because they were broke were seen online with a very flashy vehicle. It turns out they’d been lying so they didn’t have to pay up and instead they were splurging on themselves. So guys if you have something to hide then be very careful about posting it on Instagram you never know who could be snooping.

And finally on the list we have don’t call us that you may think that being a private investigator sounds like a cool job title to have, but did you know that most PI don’t like to be called private investigators instead they prefer to be called a legal investigator. This helps them ward off any corny stereotypes from movies and TV shows if they don’t like to be seen as shady characters or people snooping around in dark overcoats and sunglasses. With a fake nose one P.I. said people to find that tag very interesting but he shied away from it he says that the team and most other private investigators operate legally and ethically and are very proud of the work they do.

So when you have a few encounter with a Detective, do not call them a private investigator otherwise you never know you may look out of your window and see them digging through your trash at 3 a.m.