#Kim No-Rae

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Laserblast | 1978

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Laserblast (1978)

[thru-the-grapevine]

Just Barely

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Kinktober Day 1 (yes I'm aware I'm already late): Toys

Warnings: sex toys (vibrator), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, face fucking

Word Count: 1714

They say hindsight is always 20-20. But looking back at the events that led you here, you never could have predicted this.

The sweet bartender at your favorite bar never once gave off the vibes that he had a whole other side to his personality. Sure, you could’ve deduced as much from the tattoo sleeves decorating his arms. But still, he was always so cordial and hard-working. How were you supposed to know what he was really like?

It started with flirting. To your credit, you noticed fairly quickly how Hongjoong paid special attention to you. It was only your second time at the bar, but among all your friends, he seemed to sway towards you every few minutes.

Something about Hongjoong was magnetic. His dark eyes held depths within them, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to dive deeper. His features were sharp, and his hands… Oh, his hands were beautiful. You thoroughly enjoyed watching him shake drinks, his laugh lighting up the room around him. And when his elegant fingers wrapped themselves around the glass as he poured in his creation, you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat.

“What can I get for ya, doll?” Hongjoong’s voice startled you out of your daze.

Flustered that the very man you were just about drooling over was now in front of you, you quickly ordered your usual cocktail, a mojito. With a wink and a, “Comin’ right up!” Hongjoong sauntered away to mix your drink and take other orders.

You wondered why the air felt so warm all of a sudden, and used the flimsy paper menu to fan yourself as discreetly as you could. Your friend noticed and asked, “You okay?” she asked.

You nodded emphatically. “Yep! Just got a little warm for a second!” you insisted.

She eyed you for a moment, then grinned. “Alright, thanks for recommending this place! It’s great,” she said, sipping her drink.

You smiled back. “Yeah, I like it here.”

“One mojito for the pretty lady in blue,” Hongjoong said, placing your drink down in front of you.

You flushed. He thought you were pretty? You could say the same about him!

“Thank you,” you said, quietly sipping the drink. It was the best mojito you’d ever had. You glanced up at Hongjoong, who was waiting patiently with a small smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“It’s so good! You’re really good at this,” you complimented.

The smirk widened. “Thank you,” he said, winking again. “Only the best for my favorite customer.” And with that, he bounced away, his attention already on someone else.

Thoroughly flustered, you took another sip of your drink to chase the thoughts away. Only, your next discovery didn’t help.

Stuck to the bottom of the glass was a small piece of paper. On it, Hongjoong had written “I get off at 11”.

Your head darted up, meeting Hongjoong’s eye. He grinned at you as he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the tattoos decorating his arms. You swallowed as discreetly as you could when he shook the mixer, making eye contact with you the entire time.

Yeah, you were screwed.

How Hongjoong played it so cool the rest of the night, you’ll never know. All you know is every glance you way, every light brush of his fingers against yours when he had you a drink, felt like an electric shock through your body.

You could feel the desperate need for any sort of pressure between your thighs when he handed you a glass of beer, his favorite, he claimed with a dazzling smile. His hand brush yours, his eyes never leaving your face.

Squirming a little in your seat, you took a deep breath and downed a good third of your glass. Hongjoong laughed his twinkling laugh. “Careful, pretty. You’re going to get me excited before my shift’s up.”

You nearly choked on your beer.

Hongjoong laughed again. “Actually, I have one more break before I finish the night. Come here.” His voice dropped lower, a stern look in his eye letting you know this was a command, not a suggestion.

Instantly, your body reacted, sliding off the barstool and trotting after him to the back of the restaurant. Hongjoong strutted past everyone, none of the other staff having time to pay attention to him and his unusual guest.

He led you to the breakroom, which was miraculously empty.

Confused, you crossed the threshold, only to find the door slamming shut behind you, and Hongjoong’s lips crashing onto yours. A surprised gasp left your mouth, and Hongjoong took full advantage. His tongue explored your mouth, learning every last bit of its new territory.

A moan left your mouth when Hongjoong’s hands drifted underneath your shirt, lifting it just a little to finger the band of your pants. But instead of exploring further, Hongjoong drew back.

“Take them off,” he ordered, nodding at your pants. He pulled something from the bag to his left. You didn’t question him, eager to know what he was planning.

Your eagerness turned to horror when you realized he was holding a small device you recognized as a remote control vibrator.

“Put it in,” he commanded again, handing you the little pink device.

“But-“ you started.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Now.”

His voice grew deeper, and you found yourself fumbling with the zipper on your jeans. Thoroughly red in the face, you slowly slid your pants down and stuck your hand into your underwear. You were to slick, the vibrator slipped right in, resting right over your clit.

“Fucking tease,” Hongjoong muttered when you didn’t take your underwear off and hurriedly pulled your pants back up.

Blushing, you fumbled with the button on your pants. Hongjoong’s tone was teasing, and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on so incredibly much.

You nearly cried out when the vibrator suddenly buzzed to life. Your head jerked up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, a smirk on his face and the controller in his hands.

“This game we’re about to play has rules, sweetheart,” he said. “I get off work in two hours. The bar closes then too, so I have to clean up. If you can make it without cumming during that time, I’ll reward you.”

“Reward?” you managed to gasp out, the buzzer increasing in strength.

“Do what I say, and you’ll get to have it, babe,” Hongjoong stroked your cheek with his hand, grinning when he felt you already trembling beneath him.

He left the break room, and the buzzing stopped. You nearly collapsed to the floor. This wasn’t gonna be easy…

—

And easy it was not.

Hongjoong was cruel. He brought you to brink of orgasm, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and your hand holding your glass shook, only to then stop the vibrator altogether.

Every time it stopped, you involuntarily twitched in your seat, causing several well-meaning customers seated next to you to ask if you were okay. Nodding and doing your best to smile cheerfully, you lied, “Yep! Just a weird shiver, you know how it is.”

And they would laugh along with you, unknowing of the torture you were undergoing.

—

To your shock, you made it to closing. Barely.

And to your dismay, your little challenge got a whole lot harder after Hongjoong volunteered to finish closing up for everyone. A couple of the employees winked at you on their way out, but you chose to ignore them.

When the door closed, the vibrator sprang to life, immediately jumping up three settings. You gasped, finally allowed to make a little more noise with the restaurant empty. Hongjoong went about his business, putting things away and wiping down the bar.

Every time you made a little noise, he’d silently crank the vibrator up a notch until you were shaking under the highest setting. Your clit was throbbing, you legs were shaking, and without warning you came. Hard.

With a little shriek, you came onto the barstool, and the vibrator abruptly stopped. Head swimming, you startled when Hongjoong’s beautiful hand lifted up your head.

“And you were so close to winning too,” he chastised.

Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden. “I- no, I mean, I’m sorry-“ you tried to speak, still reeling from your sudden orgasm.

“Take your clothes off,” Hongjoong ordered, his eyes dark.

You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt over your head with a blush. When you took your pants off, Hongjoong grew impatient, lifting you up over his shoulder and bringing you behind the bar. He set you down on the bar counter, ripping your panties off you.

He knelt down in between your thighs, slowly pulling the vibrator out of you. He licked your juices off the little silicone toy. You watched, mouth hanging open a little as he swirled his tongue over the toy, wishing with every fiber of your being that he was doing that to you.

Hongjoong undid his pants, slowly freeing his hardened cock. You licked your lips. Hongjoong laughed. “Careful, sweetie, your lips will get chapped,” he said with mock worry.

You flushed. Hongjoong grinned and positioned himself up against you and thrusting in without much fanfare. You gasped, the stretch of him filling you up startling but delicious.

And Hongjoong began to pump, faster and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot just right every time. Your little whines and moans began to increase in volume, Hongjoong’s pace never slowing down.

And just as you were teetering over the edge, so blissfully close to the knot in your stomach coming undone, Hongjoong pulled out.

Your head jerked up, a whine tearing from your throat.

But Hongjoong had no time for your complaints. “On your knees,” he ordered.

You hurriedly clambered off the counter and onto your knees, giving Hongjoong the sweetest look you could muster as you took his dick into your mouth. Hongjoong just laughed.

You gagged as he thrust forward, fucking into your throat mercilessly. Tears trailed down your cheeks, but you held firm, letting him facefuck you until he was cumming down your throat.

You swallowed his cum, wiping your tears. You looked up only to see Hongjoong zipping his pants back up. He winked at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

[staydandy]

The First Responders Season 2 (2023) - 소방서 옆 경찰서 그리고 국과수 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : The season continues to follow the joint operations of the police force, fire department, and paramedics. The three stations jointly respond to fierce scenes between crime, disasters and emergencies, showcasing their bravery and teamwork in the face of danger. (MDL) AKA : The Police Station Next to the Fire Station and National Forensic Service | The First Responders 2

Whumpee : Jin Ho Gae [detective] played by Kim Rae Won • Bong Do Jin [firefighter] played by Son Ho Jun • Kang Do Ha [NFS] played by Oh Eui Shik • Gong Myung Pil [detective, Ho Gae’s partner] played by Kang Gi Doong

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Drama, Crime, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Autopsy scenes are vivid. Be wary if you're squeamish. • Uh, yeah, I had a few rather emotional responses to some eps, you'll see a few of my thoughts in blue • TW : Animal Cruelty, Child Abuse

Related List : The First Responders Season 1 (2022) - Full List

Episodes on List : 11 Total Episodes : 12

*Spoilers below*

left to right : Ho Gae, Do Jin, Do Ha, Myung Pil

01 : Jin Ho Gae falls several feet, connected to Bong Do Jin by a security rope, who's supporting him, hanging, suspended, unconscious … Ho Gae & Do Jin ditch their helmets & oxygen tanks, Ho Gae coughing from smoke … hand burned, treated

02 : (near end) Do Jin falls through a collapsed floor to the floor below, knocked out briefly

03 : (This episode hurts so much 😭 - literally in tears here 😭) Dead … [flashback] Hurt from the fall, trapped, surrounded by fire

04 : (near end) tw: animal cruelty

05 : (A new face appears; Kang Do Ha .. i don't trust u yet (ᓀ_ᓀ)) Kang Do Ha trips over himself & pushed off balance (comedic)

06 : (near end) tw:child abuse

07 : Blown back by an explosion, hits his head, knocked out briefly … (near end) Ho Gae swallows a handcuff key, retching

08 : … continued from previous ep. ... Do Ha has nosebleed, also leaking cerebrospinal fluid (protective brain fluid) from concussion … head pain, blurry vision, collapses … Ho Gae punched

10 : (near end) Gong Myung Pil blown back & severely burned from explosion.. painful treatment

11 : … continued from previous ep. ... Ambulance transport, hyperventilating from pain … [flashback] Ho Gae stabbed with a needle, drugged, passes out … [present] kidnapped, unconscious & transported in a coffin-like box … wakes, bleeding from a stitched incision behind his ear.. dizzy, blurry vision, collapses.. [flashback] surgery of microchip imbedded.. [present] electric shock from imbedded chip, pain, collapses … Myung Pil hospitalized … Ho Gae shocked with electricity from chip, falls off moped … chip removed on the field with no pain meds … forced to vomit (not shown) … dead (?? FUKIN EXCUSE ME?! WTF?? HOW DO U KILL OFF HO GAE?!?!) … Myung Pil wakes in hospital, collapses off bed … collapses in grief

12 : (@ 36:30 NOT DEAD, thank fuckin god! - that's right! fuk him up Ho Gae!) Ho Gae in fight; stabbed in leg, wounds stepped on, crate broken over his head.. Myung Pil & Do Ha blown back by explosion & collapsing wall … treated by paramedics … Ho Gae, Myung Pil, & Do Ha hospitalized (aw, they get to share a room 😆) … [flashback] walking with a crutch … [present] walking with a crutch

[jebiwonutty]

Zb1 legal line & kinks/stuff they like

It’s just a huge ass brainrot. Idk the official name for some of those sorry it’s just how I call them.

MINORS THIS IS EXPLICIT

Zhang Hao

Praise Kink :

You cannot convince me that this man does not have a praise kink.

You would just tell him he did good and he would already be melting. Now if you praised him during sex ? He would loose his whole mind and finish instantly. Just being beneath him and telling him he was making you feel so good and just begging him not to stop, calling him your prince and he would be done for

Mid exhibitionnism :

I just feel like he would definitely enjoy having sex in semi-public places. Having the thrill of maybe getting caught by a passerby or one of his members.

Just fucking you roughly and pressing his hand against your mouth to silence you up all while hearing your muffled moaning would make him go wild. Hearing others people voices and having this thrill of perhaps getting caught and having people seeing you both this way ... wild, definitely thrusting onto you faster

Kim Jiwoong

Bondage

This man loves to play and experiencing new things

He would go crazy seeing you all cuffed up for him, ready to play. You had a blindfold on top of that, he loves seeing you all ready and needy for him, just completely left for him to play

Sensory plays

Oh he would love that.

Melting cold ice on your body and just licking it straight from your skin. Putting warm food on you. He just loves to lick and have good excuses for that

But don’t be fooled, he would love to be handled by you, just admiring you licking him and sucking him off.

S Han Bin

Exhibitionist

Now that’s an exhibitionnist. This man loves to shows what belongs to him and him only

So of course having sex in a public place like the dorm, studio, at practice would be a urge turn on. He likes to make you scream and moan his name and he can only want for the other people to heat that.

You are his and his only, he will make you scream his name

Marking

Will leave you up full of hickeys

I’m not joking. Just hickeys everywhere and at the most random places or simply in plain sight. Once again he likes to define what is his, and he considers you his.

Matthew :

Water

Now this man has a kink he had for years, fucking in water.

Maybe it’s the risk of getting caught, feeling water all over the two of you, feeling the hot of your body and feeling how needy you are for him but he would be crazy.

Just innocently playing and a make out session would just start, and wrapping your legs against his torso feeling him hard and giving him a handjob. Just wanting to make him go crazy, he would definitely fucks you rough up in the open, moaning in your ear telling you how good of a job you were doing for him

Cute set up/ cat outfit

He is a weeb, was in little basement in Canada watching animes you can best believe that you throw on a little maid outfit or cat ears and he would go crazy

Like hello that’s his favorite things together. He would definitely come home one day and you would surprise him in a full set of lingerie + cat outfit with the ears and pop he has a boner. The next thing you know he is all over you, touching you, whispering in your ears, trailing against your skin... Seeing you like that is a huge turn on and he would go crazy with a blowjob and would definitely fucks you rough against a wall while you kept the outfit

Tae Rae

Praise kink

We know this man is a looser and would swoon upon hearing praises

He loves that you tell him he is doing good, making you feel good, he loves it all. He loves how needy you can get that and how you beg to fuck you. Give him a cringy nickname like sex god and he would loose his mind. The more you praise him the better the performance is.

You can’t even praise him in a daily life sometimes because you would tell him you are so good and the next thing you know is that he has a boner and need help

Angry sex

He is jealous and has anger issues.

It would be something casual just seeing you laugh with Matthew and he would instantly go crazy, pulling you up to the side straight to a random toilet and fucking you rough until you are begging and crying to come. Oh you think you can joke with another member ? You are his and his only.

Or just something making him mad during the day he would come home and just using you as a fucktoy.

Seeing him angry is rare but when it happens it’s always a sight

[sea-talk]

"same DNA but Born This Way"

[glorf1ndel]

No Taylor ‘cause she’d sweep the poll. :P

[jebewonmorelike]

One Man's Loss Is Another Man's Gain

wc: 4k warnings: none; a little angsty, very fluffy ending; some swears; the other guy in this is a bit of a meanie bo beanie and won't leave you alone pronouns: none used; n/a summary: when a popular boy keeps begging reader for a second chance, bestfriend!taerae pretends to be their boyfriend to finally get rid of him; university au ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ Guys. Tae Rae and I have the same birthday (but a different year). I think I also have a very bright smile that is endearingly too large for my face. Must be a 7/14 birthday thing :) Kim Taerae I adore u, u perfect angel u

“Oh my god, ew!” You squeal. “Absolutely not.”

Noah rolls her eyes. “Really? He’s standing right there.”

You look to your left at your best friend Taerae, who is biting his lip quietly. “Sorry, Tae. Obviously I don’t mean that you’re gross. But you are gross to me.”

He nods. “No, yeah. I get it.”

Noah smacks your shoulder. “Come on, (Y/N). This is brilliant. You fake-date Taerae for a couple weeks and everyone stops bothering you. And then you can ‘break up’ and go right back to normal,” she urges. “Simple.”

“Taerae does not want to do that,” you reply, waiting for him to agree. The silence you’re met with is concerning. “Right, Taerae?”

Your friend is still chewing on his lip in contemplation when your eyes meet his again. “I don’t want people bothering you anymore. Especially that asshole…”

Brandon. President of the university honor society. Captain of the basketball team. Your assigned desk partner in Latin American History.

You'd sat next to him all semester, starry-eyed as you silently willed him to talk to you before finally being assigned to a project together on La Nueva Canción-- Chilean revolutionary music. Taerae had pouted for days when you were assigned the only topic relating to music.

The truth was, you didn't really care what topic you were assigned. The only thing that mattered to you was that after your topic had been assigned by your professor, Brandon turned to you for the first time all year and said, "Sounds kind of cool."

You nodded far too enthusiastically.

For a week, you met with Brandon in the library after his basketball practice to research La Nueva Canción and construct a compelling slideshow presentation for class. As far as you were concerned, spending your nights in the library was absolute bliss. Brandon smiled at you (sometimes), joked with you (twice), and even complimented you on your font choice for the presentation...

Then one night, a group of guys approached your table in the library. Brandon audibly sighed before putting on a smile to greet them. You recognized some of them as other guys on the basketball and football teams.

"You going out tonight?" One of them asked, resting his hand on Brandon's shoulder.

Brandon shook his head. "I'm tired."

Another guy rolled his eyes. "No, you're not. You just don't want to go out without Melanie."

Brandon shrugged. "I didn't say that."

"Yeah, but we all know it. Come on, man. Go ahead and get back out there. You can pull anyone you want!" The first guy insisted.

"I--..." Brandon stuttered before his head turned quickly to look at you, eyes lighting up. "I already did."

You blinked back at him wordlessly, unsure of what was going on. Brandon reached across the table, resting his large hand on top of yours.

"We're going out," Brandon announced. "Tonight."

The group of boys looked at you, seemingly having not even noticed you before Brandon's acknowledgement. Their brows furrowed confusedly, looking back and forth between each other to see if their eyes deceived them.

"But that's--," one of the guys started to say, but Brandon cut them off.

"Awesome, right? I thank you for being so supportive of me. We need to wrap up this project fast though if we want to make it to our dinner reservation on time! See you guys tomorrow," Brandon said quickly, waving at the guys until they gave up and left.

When it was just the two of you again, Brandon's head fell to his hands as he laughed in relief. He looked back up at you after a moment. "Sorry about that."

You were sure your eyes were absolutely bugging out of their sockets.

"Can I make it up to you by... buying you dinner or something?" Brandon offered with a lop-sided smile.

Your ability to suppress the scream that had built in your throat was an impressive display of restraint. "Really?"

Brandon shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Why not?"

You nodded. "Okay."

"Wanna meet at the cafe down the street in an hour? I just want to drop my stuff off in my room and change," he suggested, picking up his bag and throwing his laptop and loose papers in.

You nodded again. "Okay."

Brandon exhaled a laugh, before making his way to the doors. "Okay."

You spent the next forty-five minutes racing back to your dorm and getting ready for your date with Brandon. Changing into something presentable, applying an ample amount of moisturizer to your face, and fixing your hair before rushing back out the door and strolling happily down the street to the cafe across from campus.

It was about 10:30 P.M. when you arrived and, once inside, you sat down at a table with cushioned chairs by the window. A waitress came to grab your order and, after a few minutes, brought you your drink.

"You look so lovely," she complimented, placing the drink down on your table. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You smiled shyly and nodded.

"Whoever it is is very lucky!" She remarked sweetly and returned to her post.

You took out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram while you waited for Brandon to arrive. You kept one eye glued to the door as the minutes passed, your heart beating so fast you considered the possibility of needing an ambulance.

But after ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...

An hour later, you finally texted Noah.

Noah, you will NOT guess what happened... :)) Okay, I'll tell you! Brandon asked me out and now I'm waiting for him at the cafe across from campus!!

She responded quickly.

(Y/N)... Is that true? I don't know how to tell you this, but Brandon's at this party I'm at. And... I'm so sorry. I'll just show you.

You clicked on the video that Noah sent you, a bit blurry at first before zooming in on two people intensely making out. Your previously rapidly beating heart ceased all of its thumping as it sunk to the bottom of your stomach.

As they pulled apart, people around them cheered and shouted. Looking around the room with the biggest grin on his face was Brandon, his ex-girlfriend Melanie clinging to his chest.

Your eyes began to water involuntarily, wondering how you could've been so stupid. Wiping them quickly, you placed some cash on your table for the nice waitress and exited the cafe. You had been so distracted by the upsetting news that you hadn't even noticed it had started to downpour.

Mud and giant puddles lining the street, there was no chance you were making it safely back to your dorm by walking. Standing under the awning, heavy rain hitting the pavement and bouncing up to soak your clothes, you weren't sure if the water under your eyes was tears from the sky or tears from you.

Headlights bathing you in sickeningly bright light caused you to break momentarily from your crying spell. A car door opened and closed as a figure holding an umbrella made their way up to you.

"You look like a wet rat," the familiar, honey-like voice joked as he stepped under the awning with you.

"Taerae?" You wondered if your teary eyes deceived you. "How did you know I was here?"

He laughed that gorgeous baritone laugh. "You know Noah can't keep her mouth shut for anything."

You wanted to laugh, but you just couldn't. Instead, you wrapped your arms around Taerae and clung on for dear life. He was a bit surprised at first, seeing as your physical affection towards him usually manifested in the form of a punch or smack. But after a moment, his arms tightened around you, one hand gently caressing the back of your head.

"It's okay," he soothed. "It's gonna be okay. You deserve so much better than him."

You just squeezed him tighter.

"He's gonna regret treating you like this."

~

Brandon and Melanie broke up again before the clock had struck midnight.

And the next day, rumors started swirling that Brandon had stood up the Chancellor's kid at the cafe across from campus.

That was apparently when Brandon first learned that the University Chancellor was your dad.

He had shown up at your dorm, knocking on the door frantically. You opened it, shocked to see the boy you had such a devastatingly huge crush on in front of you.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," he said, his tone a bit frantic. "I'm so sorry that I stood you up Friday night. That was absolutely horrible of me. I was so tired, I just knocked out and--."

"And sleepwalked into a party and down Melanie's throat?"

His face fell as he realized he was caught in a lie. He sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry. I wish I could go back and change it, but I can't."

You nodded. "Okay."

"If you give me one more chance, I swear I'll make it up to you," he said, hopefully.

You couldn't lie-- your heart fluttered at his words. But after that night, crying as Taerae drove you back to your dorm, you knew you couldn't agree right away. "I'll think about it."

"Awesome!" Brandon says with a grin before lowering his voice and scratching his arm awkwardly. "I, uh... I didn't know the Chancellor was your dad."

"Oh. Yeah," you replied, brow furrowing a bit suspiciously. Why did that matter to him? Why was he bringing that up now?

"You're not gonna, like... say anything to him right? About me?"

"Why would I say something to him about you?" You asked, genuinely confused as to what his thought process was.

Brandon sighed with relief. "Oh, that's so good to hear. I want to keep playing basketball, you know?"

He laughed as you stared at him disappointedly, finally understanding why he was really here. Brandon was on a sports scholarship... and he was trying to make sure you wouldn't cause him to lose it.

"I'm not gonna snitch on you," you said, nodding as the truth sunk in. "So you didn't need to come here and pretend you were sorry."

His eyes widen, panic re-setting in. "No! Oh god, no, that's not what I was doing. I really am--."

You shut the door in his face.

And you've shut the door in his face for five days now. Every day, he'd knock on your door and beg you to go out with him and, when you refused, begged you to not tell your dad what an asshole he was.

Not to mention, you couldn't enter the student union or the dining hall without hearing people whisper around you. What had become apparent to you quickly was that Brandon wasn't going to stop any time soon and neither were the rumors flying around you.

So standing outside in the courtyard with Noah and Taerae now, you consider your best friend's sentiment.

"If it'll make him stop bothering you, I'll do it," Taerae says decisively, picking at a leaf on the tree he's leaning on.

You swallow hard. "Okay."

Noah screeches. "OH MY GOD! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU'RE REALLY GONNA DATE TAERAE!?"

You stare at her incredulously. "You literally told me to!"

She huffs. "I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Well," you say, looking at Taerae who is still doing everything he possibly can not to meet your gaze. "I think it's probably the best plan we've got."

Taerae hums. "So, when do we start?"

"Huh?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

"When do we start dating?" He asks, finally looking at you with an awkward, dimpled smile. "Now?"

"Oh shit," Noah says, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "I think he's asking you out."

You smack her quickly, shooting her a look before turning back to Taerae. "Yeah. I guess... now."

He nods, the brightest grin spreading across his face. "Okay, let's go!"

Grabbing your hand in his, he begins dragging you across the courtyard. "Go where!?"

"On a date," he says, looking back at you. "Duh."

"Oh," you manage to reply, trying your best to keep up with his incredibly fast pace. Taerae was normally a pretty leisurely walker and you would often have to yell at him to keep up.

"People need to see us, right? Let's go to the cafe," he suggests, slowing down a bit when you both reach the sidewalk. He squeezes your hand as you make your way to the cafe across from campus-- the cafe where you were stood up only a week ago.

You stop in your tracks, a flood of worry crashing over you. Is this a good idea? What if people know we're just pretending? What if Brandon is there?

Taerae turns around when he realizes he can't pull you forward anymore. He sees it immediately-- the look in your eyes as you ponder every possible negative outcome. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he smiles at you reassuringly.

"We've got this, right? We just have to sell it," he encourages, squeezing your shoulders a couple of times to pump you up. "You think you can pretend I'm not gross for an hour?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're not gross, Tae. I just..."

You look at the cafe sadly, remembering how hard you had sobbed into Taerae's chest as the rain poured down around you.

"Hey," your best friend says, taking a finger and placing it below your chin; tipping it up to keep your head held high. "There's no need to be sad. I'd never stand you up."

With that, you let Taerae drag you through the doors of the cafe and into a seat at one of the tables. Right away, you can hear the whispers begin to rumble throughout the cafe. Taerae sits down across from you comfortably, just smiling back at you as if he doesn't hear a sound. You can't help but notice he hasn't really stopped smiling ever since you agreed to this silly plan.

"Oh, hi!" The waitress that had been working Friday night greets, rushing over to you. When she stops in front of your table, she stares directly at Taerae and frowns. "Don't tell me this is the guy who stood you up."

Looking around anxiously and realizing all eyes in the restaurant are on you and Taerae, you both shake your heads furiously. "No, no," you correct. "This is... This is my--."

"Boyfriend," Taerae finishes.

Both yours and the waitress's eyes widen in surprise-- the other students in the cafe now dead silent as they strain to overhear your conversation.

"You were... going on a date with someone that wasn't your boyfriend?" She asks, suspiciously.

"I wasn't at the time," Taerae clarifies quickly, before smiling at you quite cutely. "But one man's loss is another man's gain."

The sun is shining directly on Taerae through the window of the cafe, his dark eyes sparkling as they lock on yours. His brown hair appears almost golden from the warm light as it rests across his forehead-- deep smile lines in his cheeks even more charming than usual.

You shake your head quickly to clear these thoughts from your mind, looking back up at the waitress sheepishly.

"Wow," she says, nodding. "I like him. I mean, just look at the way he's looking you."

Taerae's lips part slightly as she states her observation and he looks down for a moment at his lap, his cheeks sporting a tint of crimson. He had been putting on a pretty convincing performance so far and you wonder if it's starting to get embarrassing for him...

If he's starting to regret saying yes to this.

"It's hard not to admire someone so beautiful," Taerae says softly, looking back up at you; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"Okay, you have to keep him," the waitress decides with a laugh. "Now, what are you both having?"

~

The next day, Taerae took you to dinner at the Mexican restaurant near campus that you loved. The day after that, you got ice cream and sat on the swings at the public park. And the next day, you both went to the art museum with Noah to look at the new interactive Monet exhibit (Noah was pretending to try not to gag the whole time).

Each day that week, Taerae had brought you on some little adventure with him and you weren't really complaining. You adored your best friend; spending time with him was already one of your favorite things. Actually, since the start of this semester, you hadn't seen Taerae as often as you normally would after he was elected secretary of the honor society. It made you happy to have an excuse to see him so much.

Tonight, Taerae had convinced you to see a movie with him. Some action extravaganza with no plot, but he bought you a big popcorn with extra butter and a cherry icee so you didn't mind.

"Why are we seeing this movie, though?" You asked, plopping down in the theatre seat. "There's a 45th anniversary showing of Grease literally playing in the next theatre."

"Because," Taerae starts, before shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth, swallowing it down with his Sprite. "Brandon and his stupid friends would never go see an anniversary showing of Grease."

"Yeah, but we would," you reply, before realizing what he had just said. "Wait, what!?"

He shrugs. "If he doesn't want people to know where he's going, he shouldn't talk about it so loudly at honor society meetings."

Just then, you hear familiar, unsettlingly male laughter sounding from the entrance of the theatre. Brandon turns the corner with his friends, eyes widening in surprise when he sees you staring back at him.

Your eye contact is broken, however, when Taerae reaches over and turns your face towards him. "Open up," he says, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth in the most sickeningly adorable way possible. "Is it good?"

You chew, completely stunned by the affectionate action, eventually swallowing and nodding back at him slowly.

"So cute," he coos, loud enough for Brandon to hear. You watch as Brandon and his friends study you curiously-- the captain himself appearing quite angry. They soon take their seats as the trailers start, but throughout the movie you notice Brandon glaring up at you and Taerae every so often.

As the credits roll, you and Taerae grab your garbage and make your way out of the theatre. Still finishing your cherry icee, Taerae takes your free hand in his and you head off together towards the doors.

"(Y/N)!" You hear someone call behind you, turning around to see Brandon running to catch up with you.

"Oh," you say as the tall boy stops in front of you. "Hey, Brandon."

"Hey, uh..." Brandon looks at Taerae, then back at you. "I keep hearing something about you dating some guy."

Suddenly, Taerae leans in and kisses you. You momentarily forget how to breathe before he pulls back and turns to Brandon. "Huh. That's so weird."

"You--," Brandon strokes his chin, smiling and shaking his head like he's in disbelief of something. "You must think you're pretty clever, huh?"

You look at Taerae confusedly, wondering what Brandon was insinuating of your friend.

Taerae just shakes his head. "No. I think that I'm not going to let anyone treat my best friend so rudely ever again."

Brandon nods, huffing a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah. I'm sure you'd never lie about anything to get your way. Right, Kim?"

"Can you please leave me alone now?" You ask finally. "Taerae's my... boyfriend now. I'm not going to tell my dad about what happened. You're not going to lose your scholarship. Let's just present our project together tomorrow and never speak to each other again."

Brandon chews his cheek, replying annoyedly, "Fine."

With that, Taerae drags you out the door and into the open air.

~

It's the fourteenth and last day of your fake relationship with Taerae. He'd set up a picnic in the courtyard with your favorite sandwiches from the deli down the street and a bunch of different snacks and salads. He held out a strawberry for you, smiling as you bit into it happily.

No one is looking at you anymore. They hadn't been for some time now. You could've called this off a few days ago, but Noah had insisted with a smirk that you "play it safe".

"This hasn't been half-bad," you say, grinning at Taerae. "I got to spend two whole weeks with my very busy best friend. Everyone stopped gossiping about me. My former crush stopped... stalking me, I guess?"

Taerae laughs. "Yeah, he was definitely stalking you," he agrees before a frown forms on his face. "I'm really sorry that happened."

You shrug. "Thanks for helping to stop it."

He sighs and you're surprised by how sad it sounds. "Well, it's--... It's the least I could do... When I'm the one who started it."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What? What do you mean you started it?"

"I--... I might've been the one that let it slip to Brandon that the Chancellor was your dad," Taerae admits, hanging his head in shame. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. And I'm so sorry that it created such a nuisance for you-- that Brandon would bother you like that. That you'd have to pretend to date me. But he needed to feel bad for what he did... and we both know he wasn't going to unless it could mean trouble for him."

You just smile. "A bunch of people knew about my dad, Taerae. He would've found out eventually, anyway. You just... sped up the process, I guess," you forgive with a laugh. "So that's what you meant, huh? When you said he'd regret it?"

"Wow, not to sound like a vigilante or anything," Taerae snorts, shaking his head hearing his own words recounted to him. "But seriously, who could be so stupid as to get the chance to go out with you and completely waste it? I would never--."

He cuts himself off, seemingly considering whether or not he should continue.

"You would never what?" You prompt curiously.

Taerae swallows. "I would never stop going out with you," he says softly. "If I could."

You're frozen as he speaks, only waiting for him to say more.

"If you didn't think I was gross and if this wasn't just some plan to shut up the actual guy you liked..." He nods, meeting your gaze. "I would want to keep going out with you."

Your stomach flips as your best friend since childhood says these words to you. It's not a joke. It's not part of this plan you'd concocted. It's not even a dream.

"I like you," Taerae says earnestly, hugging his knees closer to his chest as the sun starts to set. "And I'm sorry if that ruins everything."

You're not immediately sure what the right thing to say is. You lean back on your hands, fingers gripping the grass as you stare up at the sky turning pink. If you thought about it, you'd spent more time with Taerae throughout your life than almost anybody else. Your introverted, intelligent, annoying-as-all-hell best friend; one of the greatest loves of your life, alongside all of your pets and your mom. A bit of an awkward kid, he had grown up quite handsomely. Was that wrong to say? How could you think that about Taerae?

But why was your heart still racing? Surely the actual anxiety of the confession had warn off by now. But the booming thud in your chest betrays you. You had dated Taerae this whole week and not even once had you actually wished it would stop. He was cute with you, always paid for your food; he never once stood you up-- he even kissed you that one time, even if it was to show off in front of Brandon. And you never hated any of it.

Moreover, you liked it.

Had you been dating Taerae for real this whole time?

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, seeing a message from your dad lighting up the screen:

What is this I hear about you and Kim Taerae dating? The kid that used to run around our house with snot hanging out his nose? Is this true?

You look over at Taerae who is now mirroring you, leaning back with his hands in the grass and gazing up at the sunset beside you. When he notices you staring, he turns to you with a shy smile that causes your heart to gently flutter.

You can't help but smile back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before quickly typing a reply to your dad:

Yeah. It is. :)

[addisonbae]

Addison Rae

Academy Museum Gala (2023)

@a-rae-ofsunshine

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MST3K 706 | Laserblast | 1996

[bloodmoonlich]

Albums By Color: Pretty in Pink 🩷

[thru-the-grapevine]

It Takes Two

Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex, pregnancy, dirty talk, slight bondage

Word Count: 2006

A/N: I'm normal and don't have a breeding kink I swear

You had talked about having a baby a few times. Especially once you made the decision to come off your birth control for health reasons. Of course, Hongjoong had no issues wearing a condom. To him sex was a way to show you how much he loved you by making you feel incredible. And you happily returned the favor.

But right now, with your hands tied to the headboard of your bed, your pussy glistening in front of him, Hongjoong felt his resolve weakening. He would never betray your trust in actuality, but the urge to fuck you raw until you cried was always in the back of his mind.

A needy whimper from you brought him back to earth. He smirked at you, knowing how much you wanted him. So he knelt between your legs, brushing his fingers over your clit. You whined at the lack of proper friction, pulling on your restraints.

“Shhh pretty girl, you’re going to bruise your wrists,” Hongjoong said with a slightly mocking tone. Then he dove between your legs and began eating you out like a man starved. You moaned with pleasure and relief as his tongue lapped eagerly over your cunt, a finger slipping inside you with ease.

Hongjoong began pumping the finger, relishing in the little noises you made each time he hit that spot deep inside you. He missed the feeling of his dick hitting you there, the way your eyes would roll back in your head, your nails digging into his skin.

He added a second finger, smirking without breaking contact with you when your thighs tried to squeeze shut. He pushed them back open with his free hand, breaking off your cunt to say, “So eager, sweetheart. Soon you’ll have what you want, don’t worry,” he cooed.

You moaned at his promise. “P-please, Joong. Need more. Need you,” you whined. Hongjoong felt his cock twitch at your pleading. God, he wanted to give you everything you wanted. But the reward of working you up was too good to pass up. So he added a third finger, doubling down on his licking and sucking, paying close attention to the noises you made and the way you writhed.

“Joong, m’gonna- I- gonna cum,” you panted, feeling that knot in your stomach.

“Such a good girl,” Joong sighed. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

With his permission, the knot released and you screamed out as white-hot pleasure overtook your body. Trembling, you were vaguely aware of Hongjoong helping you ride out your orgasm.

When you came down from your high, chest rising and falling as you blinked back to reality, Hongjoong removed his fingers from your pussy, licking your release from them. Your breath hitched as you watched him run his tongue over them. Shit you wanted him.

Hongjoong reached to the bedside table where a condom lay waiting. But you didn’t want that. You wanted him. “Joong, wait,” you said.

Hongjoong froze, brows furrowing. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, glancing at your restraints, wondering if he made them too tight.

“I’m okay, I just-“ you hesitated. What if he didn’t want what you did? What if he balked at the idea and walked away?

Hongjoong sat on the bed next to you, gently pushing your hair off your forehead. “Sweetheart, please tell me what’s on your mind.”

You took a deep breath. He loved you. He would never leave you over something like this. “I, um, I don’t want you to use the condom,” you confessed.

He was silent, and you panicked.

“Unless you prefer that! Which is okay! I don’t mind!” you said, face flushing.

Hongjoong grabbed your cheek and turned your head so you were forced to meet his eyes. “You understand what you’re asking for, right? I know your cycle. You and I both know what could come from this,” he said.

“I know,” you mumbled. “I want it anyway. I want your baby, Hongjoong. I want you to put your baby in me,” you said.

Hongjoong felt himself go hot all over. “How could I ever say no to that? You’ll make the perfect mother to my baby,” he kissed your mouth, deepening it quickly as he moved into position.

When he slipped inside you, you moaned into his kiss. Hongjoong couldn’t believe how good you felt. “God, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he groaned.

Then he snapped his hips into you, expertly hitting your sweet spot on the first try. You gasped, pleasure filling you with each thrust of his hips.

Call you sappy, but you kept your eyes on Hongjoong’s feeling the love, the lust, the desire, the pleasure shared between you two. The sounds of your moans and gasps only punctuated by the lewd sounds of his hips slamming into yours.

Soon enough, the pleasure began to build up. Your whining grew higher pitched, your eyes watering as you begged him. “Please, Joong, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck- you- ah! Fuck, you feel so good,” you babbled.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Joong gasped in your ear. “Cum on my dick, pretty girl. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

Again, with his promise, you felt your release overtake you. Hongjoong felt your walls clench around him as you came, shaking under him as his cock helped you ride out your second orgasm for the night.

In your pleasure, you babbled out, “Fuck, Joong, fuck, you, oh my God, please, Joong, put a baby in me.”

And how could he deny you? With a shuddering gasp, Hongjoong pushed himself deep inside your pussy, and you felt his cum fill you up. When he finished, Hongjoong pulled out, watching as a little of his cum spilled out of you.

He undid the restraints, massaging your wrists as you both came down from your highs. “I love you,” he mumbled as he bent down to kiss you once more, “so fucking much.”

You smiled into the kiss. “I love you, too.”

---

It had been a couple weeks since that night. You were feeling funny. Nausea had plagued you all morning, and you were worried you might be coming down with something. Only once you vomited violently into the toilet at work did you decide to call the doctor.

She was able to squeeze you in that day, so you packed up your things and drove to the doctor’s office, fighting off nausea the entire time.

Once there, they ran a few tests, but all came back normal until the nurse asked, “Are you sexually active?”

When you responded in the affirmative, she nodded and handed you a cup. “We need a urine sample to do a pregnancy test,” she explained.

Your eyes widened. Oh shit.

You complied and waited nervously in the examination room. The doctor came back in a little while later, a smile on her face. You looked at her with nervousness, expectancy, and a little fear. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” she announced.

Your mind went blank. Yes you’d consented to this, but hearing the news was still shocking. So many thoughts went through your mind at once that you began to feel the nausea building back up.

The doctor sat in a chair next to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know this is a lot to take in, so try to take a few deep breaths for me.”

Once your breathing slowed again, she nodded happily. “Good. I assume the father is still in the picture?” she asked.

You nodded, “Yes, he is.”

“Excellent!” the doctor said. “Then I think the first thing you need to do is tell him. That way, all the following decisions that need to be made can be done together. Don’t go through this alone. After all, he had a part in it too,” she winked, and you blushed.

---

But the doctor was right. Hongjoong needed to know. So, you waited anxiously for his return that night. When he entered, ever attuned to your emotions, Hongjoong immediately sensed something was up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his back immediately and hurrying to your side.

“I’m okay, Joong,” you assured him, a loving smile on your face as you looked at your handsome partner. “I just have some news for you.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

You took a deep breath. No point in beating around the bush. “I’m pregnant,” you announced.

Hongjoong stared at you. “You- you’re- Are you sure?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, I was throwing up half the morning, so I went to the doctor. She confirmed it,” you said.

“Holy shit,” Hongjoong whispered. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said, trying your best not to giggle.

“I actually put a baby in you,” Hongjoong whispered, awe creeping into his voice. He glanced down at your stomach, placing a hand gently on it. “Our baby is in here,” he said, looking back up at you. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah, our baby is in there,” you whispered back.

“Oh my god, we have to move. There’s no way this neighborhood will do for a kid! And you, you have to take it easy from now on. Can your boss let you work from home? Better yet, quit that shitty job I make enough money, you can live comfortably at home. Oh man, we have to buy a crib and tell my mom! And I need to do some research on the best hospitals, I’m not trusting you and my baby to just anyone. And also-“

“Joong!” you cried, laughing now. “One thing at a time! After all, we have nine months to plan. Let’s just… enjoy this moment?”

Hongjoong took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. “We’re gonna be parents!” he said, sweeping you up to kiss you deeply. You giggled into his kiss, your heart full.

---

Pregnancy was by no means easy. Between the swelling, the reflux, the morning sickness, and the hormones making you insane, Hongjoong was there through it all. He never once complained, instead complying to your every strange dinner request as the cravings hit and making sure you had your favorite tea at all times.

When it came time for the ultrasound to determine the baby’s gender, he specifically took the day off to come with you. You would find out together, of that he was determined. The rest of Ateez made him promise that he’d tell them first.

You swear Hongjoong was more nervous than you. He paced half the morning and nearly ran three red lights when driving to the gynecologist. It was only when you placed a gentle hand on his that he calmed down. “The baby’s gender doesn’t change that this is the same baby we already love,” you said, patting the little bump on your stomach.

Hongjoong stared at your bump with stars in his eyes. “You’re right, as usual,” he sighed. “I guess I’m just excited to know.”

“Me too,” you smiled at him.

Once inside the exam room, you and Hongjoong held hands as the nurse performed the ultrasound. It was hard for you to tell any distinguishing features besides the head and arms and legs, but the nurse was making little notes as she looked. “Aha! There we go!” she exclaimed.

You and Hongjoong looked at her in anticipation. He squeezed your hand.

“Congratulations, you two! You’re having a little boy,” the nurse beamed at you.

Hongjoong couldn’t help it. Tears leaked from his eyes as he turned to you. “A son. We’re gonna have a son!”

You couldn’t help the tears that sprang to your eyes at his emotion. “Yes! And he’ll be the most wonderful little boy,” you smiled.

Hongjoong kissed your forehead. “I love you both so much,” he murmured.

Despite being with him all this time, your heart still fluttered. “We love you too,” you sighed happily. Soon your little family would welcome the baby boy that you swore to love and protect and adore for the rest of his life.

[we-survive-endlessly]

This Hongjoong

And this Taeyong

Sit at the same table btw

[mirambles]

Moving

Moving went from:

A high school drama

to superheroes

to spy thriller

to bromance

to slow burn romance

to Kill Bill level action gore

to slice of life showing the most heartwarming moments between the adults and kids,

to the ultimate enemy stand-off,

to tragic backstories of the so called villains,

to found family

to much needed family reunions!

Moving aced all genres and emotions!

Moving has reshuffled my entire all time favourite Kdrama list - Kingdom stays at the Top, Moving comes second, followed by Hot Stove League and Reply 1988.

I have so much to write , so much to unpack - I’m rewatching it and will keep posting my thoughts!

I so love this drama and every single member of the cast! Everyone nailed the role they were given - big or small!

[iminmypeace]

[sea-talk]

Lady Gaga

photographed by Terry Richardson for Rolling Stone 2010