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xii. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

⎡She’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten⎤

chapter twelve : in the wings⤑ ❝ late to the theatre, you're caught in taehyung’s grip. pleasure and power collide and you find yourself in an interesting position. ❞

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 9.3k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, corruption kink, bdsm themes, dirty talk, exhibitionism, use of sex toy, overstimulation, a bit of cum play, pussy spanking, teasing, begging

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You’re late.

And, despite the teasing texts from Taehyung, you swear it’s not your fault.

Whether it be her general dislike towards you or your impromptu day off last week, Marina has been bitchier than usual. She has found new ways to torture you, trading her normal tactics of endless to-do lists for assigning useless work instead. Yesterday, she ordered you to fill out countless forms, only to remember that they were out of circulation once the task was completed. She then forced you to shred them while she “supervised” with a gloating smirk. 

This morning she had you running around the building looking for a certain data specialist for an important meeting. She had promised attendance to the interns. After hours of questions and several flights of stairs, you found out he had quit a month ago. You missed the meeting and needed to stay after work to digitise the minutes and send copies to the department managers.

Frustrated and exhausted, Taehyung’s suggestion returns in quiet echoes. It’s not as though you’re above quitting. It’s been your goal since your first day. This job was only meant to be temporary anyway. But, if you quit now, with less than three months of experience at a highly recognised company, all your work would be insignificant. More than that, all the crap you’ve endured thus far will be for nothing. Three months is not nearly enough credible experience to transfer to other jobs. You might be able to spin it in your favour during an interview, but you doubt your resume will even be selected.

Pushing the thought away, you secure your hair back in a low, loose bun with another pin, then reach for the hairspray. You’ve gone back and forth too much for someone in a rush. But it’s your first time going to the opera or ballet (you’re not really sure what Taehyung had said and don’t have the time to scroll through messages to confirm). You just want to make a good impression on his colleagues.

That is the only reason he invited you, you remind yourself. This is not a date.

Swarovski diamonds sparkle on your deep-necked dress. You tug at the short hem near your mid-thighs and adjust the edges of the plunging bust. You thought the lace would make you itchy, but find it is lined with soft silk. Elegant and creme-white, it would  resemble a wedding dress if it was longer, you can’t help noticing.

Rolling your eyes at the thought, you grab the matching earrings Taehyung had bought you– a pair of silver wings at the base with a dangling tassel of diamonds. He has impeccable taste. You almost wish he could style and dress you daily, like his personal doll.

A shiver runs down your spine. Your legs press together.

Deep breath in— your chest fills, eyes shut— deep breath out.

“You must be Taehyung!”

You hear Mrs Chu exclaim, eyes snapping open. What the fuck is he doing up here? You told him you’d be down soon, not even a second ag—

Shit.

Mrs Chu has been trying to meet Taehyung for weeks. Luckily, you’ve always been able to come up with some sort of excuse, usually revolving around a lack of time. She’d often try to corner you in the morning, just as you’re on the way out, asking countless questions about Taehyung’s schedule. In a rush, you tell her he’s just really busy this week and bolt out the door.

Grabbing your phone, your fingers tremble as you unlock it. A glance at your last message shows it was really sent about twenty minutes ago. You find he initially replied with acknowledgment, sending you a black heart. Later, perhaps growing concerned from your delay, he warned that he would be coming up if you’re not down in the next sixty seconds.

You shut your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. With a huff, you grab your clutch, tossing in your lip gloss, keys, phone and wallet, and rush out into the hall.

Taehyung stands in a full black suit, only a silver tie shining between the lap of his coat. He towers over a five-foot-six Mrs Chu. His hair is slicked back, a sliver-cuffed earring pinned to his lobe. He offers her a smile, a gentle nod.

He says something. The deep tone of his voice masks the words from a distance.

She’s practically giggling, though. Her face is a shade pinker and she has to force herself to look away.

Is this what you look like? Is this what everyone sees? He towers, you cower, bashful and dazed, inching closer towards him. He calls, you fall, helpless and desperate, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

Is this why no one believes you’re just friends?

Taehyung, eyes lazy yet intrigued, lips easy yet curved, draws Mrs Chu’s attention back.

“I see why ____ is so smitten,” she teases.

Your eyes widen. Heat rushes to your cheeks, hands suddenly clammy.

“Mrs Chu,” you call before she can go on any further.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you but can’t bring yourself to meet them. You keep your attention on Mrs Chu, making your way towards her.

Slipping between her and Taehyung, you pointedly glance at the couch. “Isn’t Wheel of Fortune on soon?” You ask through gritted teeth.

Mrs Chu rolls her eyes. She leans in towards you, peering up over the rim of her glasses, and mutters, “Subtle.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from groaning and you swear you hear Taehyung stifle a laugh behind you.

She then looks towards him, and smiles. “It was nice meeting you, Taehyung.” She then  feigns surprise and adds, “I just remembered Wheel of Fortune will be on soon.”

“How is that any less subtle?” you whisper.

Mrs Chu opens her mouth to most likely scold you when your breath hitches. You stumble back as her eyes fall to your waist.

Taehyung wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you back against him. He’s steady and warm, but you fight against the urge to lean into his touch. As comforting as it is, especially after a hellish day at work, you cannot let your feelings for him get the better of you or risk Mrs Chu making this bigger than it is. 

“I would love to continue this subtle conversation,” Taehyung says, “but we really should be going.”

You can hear the smirk in his words, feel the muted laughter deep in his chest. You even feel the deep timbre of his voice resonating into your spine. You stiffen, refusing to let the soulful lure soothe your anxieties.  

Mrs Chu is at a loss for words. You’ve never seen her so surprised. She’d experienced life to its fullest. A wild college girl in my day, she always says. An honour roll student, valedictorian, three scholarships, co-captain of the cheer team, married her college sweetheart— divorced him a year later for the love of her life.

And here she stands, perfectly still, before you. She gawks over her glasses, jaw slack, brows raised, bouncing her attention between you and Taehyung as if you had just announced him to be the father of your child.

You shift your weight, hand moving over Taehyung’s to gently brush it off.

You hear the shifting fabric of his pocket as he shoves it in before clearing his throat, “Let’s grab your shoes, Angel,” he whispers, lips hovering near the top of your head.

Mrs Chu blinks at the nickname. She looks at you, like she’s waiting for an explanation, maybe even a correction.

You’re not sure what to say. ‘We’re just friends’ seems like a lie now— you hate the fact that it’s all you will probably ever be. And you doubt you’ll be able to utter that last word without choking on it.

Instead, you let out a breathy chuckle. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

Before either one of them can reply, you hurry down the hall and back into your room. As you search your closet for your heels, you wonder if you also have enough time to shut the door and scream under the covers.

“Your room is not as pink as I imagined it.”

Clutching the shoebox against your chest, you turn to find Taehyung standing in your doorway. He nearly fills the entire frame with his impressive height and broad shoulders. The black of his suit contrasts starkly against the cream walls, making the trim along the ceiling and the base of the deep maple hardwood floors seem almost fragile beneath his inquisitive gaze.

He’s right, though– there isn’t nearly as much pink in your room as you’d like. The space is tiny, barely accommodating your twin bed, a small vanity, and the rack of dresses Taehyung gifted you a couple of months ago. As he steps inside, you press your back against the closet door. The room suddenly feels suffocating as he surveys the small space, gazing with quiet interest, lingering on every detail. 

Your bed, lent to you by Mrs Chu, is pushed against the wall beneath your window. Its frame, a regal black metal with subtle gold accents, feels almost too grand for the tiny room. You’ve indulged in pink silk sheets and a fluffy white comforter. It was an impulse buy after the first surge of funds Taehyung transferred nearly seven months ago. At the foot of the bed, a cluster of plushies sit neatly. You don’t sleep with all of them, but their presence is comforting. 

A couple of books, lip balm, and hand cream sit on top of your oak night table, right beside your bed. Neatly stacked to the right are several more books. It’s not your entire collection, just your favourites. You often reach for them when you need to unwind or seek some comfort. The rest of your library remains boxed under your bed due to the limited space.

Above the bed hangs a gallery of impressionist paintings, each piece a relic of Mrs. Chu’s undergrad days. The vibrant scenes of grassy meadows, serene portraits, and abstract landscapes fill the wall with a patchwork of moods and colours. The adjacent walls are functional: one holds your closet, while the other features a large window nearly spanning its width. Framed by white cotton curtains and fairy lights, the window allows soft daylight to bathe the room.

Taehyung’s eyes settle on the vanity on the other side of the room. He tilts his head at the array of perfumes, bows, and makeup brushes that sit in organised chaos. His fingers graze the dangling chains of your necklaces before his attention settles on one of your smaller plushies. A smile plays on his lips at the collection of remaining stuffed animals you have littered around your room. He picks up a tiny Totoro plushie, turning it over in his hand, his expression soft with amusement.

“Cute,” he hums before putting it back. 

You catch a soft look in his eye and cannot fight the heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks. “You don’t like it when I touch the things around your office,” you point out, stepping towards him as he picks up a perfume bottle. 

He lets you take it from his hand and return it to its rightful place, suppressing an amused smirk. “When has that ever stopped you?”

You bite your lip to suppress your own guilty smile. 

Then, he steps closer. A crisp herbal blend, where floral notes of white tea are grounded by earthy impressions of sage infiltrate your next inhale. Hints of cedarwood and amber, with citrusy touches of begoment, are laced in with his usual musk– no doubt the doing of his cologne. You swallow thickly, resisting the urge to press your thighs together. He smells so delicious, so clean and rugged and Taehyung.

You tilt your head back to properly meet his intriguing, half-lidded gaze. At the sight of your pout, Taehyung nods towards your bed. His lack of words reminds you of the fact that you left him waiting for twenty minutes downstairs. Following his silent order without your usual air of defiance, you take a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter before opening the shoebox to take out your sliver, strappy ribbon heels.

Taehyung kneels. He wraps a hand around your ankle and pulls your foot up to his face. His lips are soft. They press firmly on the knot of your ankle. Then, he sets it down on his knee.

You feel your face heat, flesh pricking with goosebumps. You try your best not to shiver, but fail as he takes the shoe from your hands and begins to slip your foot through. He’s careful with the straps, delicately looping the ribbon around your calf.

His silence usually alludes to something sinister. He’s always so calm before a punishment. The anticipation is often exhilarating. Wondering what he might do, what he might say makes you want to misbehave. How relentless will he be before finally giving into you? How harsh of a punishment will this act yield? These questions excite you but watching him be so deliberate in deafening silence almost makes your toes curl.

However, being this late, you doubt he will execute any physical punishment. Genuine anger may be the reason behind his lack of communication. He does have a habit of issuing a lack of attention as a punishment over texts.

Taehyung grabs your other foot and kisses your ankle again.

“I had to work late,” you try to explain.

He slips on the other shoe.

“The time just got away from me.”

He wraps the ribbon around your leg. His fingers are soft, brushing against your smooth skin.

He doesn’t even grunt an acknowledgement. You wonder if an explanation is doing more harm than good.

His nails are short, but you feel them gently scratch at you as he ties a bow under the back of your knee.

You pull your lip between your teeth, thighs trembling as you continue to resist the urge to press them together.

There it is— a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

Before you can utter another apology, Taehyung spreads your legs. The heady scent of your neediness fills the air as your wet, white thong is exposed. His grip on your knees tightens at the smell, the action aggressive enough to trigger a quiet moan. His lips, however, are soft, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh.

Another gasp cinches at the base of your throat. You want to ask him what he’s doing. You want to remind him that you’re late, that Mrs Chu is on the other side of the slightly ajar door and can easily walk in on you. She might even be able to hear you right now, struggling to keep your breaths even. But you can’t find the words to stop him, or perhaps— you don’t want to.

You grasp on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flutter shut. You lean back, hips rolling up, up, up towards his chin.

His breath fans over the apex of your thighs. He breathes in deep, nose nuzzling against the damp fabric of your thong.

You bite your lips to hold back a moan.

Friends don’t do this, a little voice in your head whispers.

Friends don’t smother their perfect faces against your wetness. Friends don’t quietly moan and attempt to get you off to the mere vibrations of their voice. Friends don’t coax you into grinding against their firm noses.

But, perhaps, best friends do.

“No more cute sounds for me tonight?”

You peek down at him. He’s pulled himself away from your hips, licking the taste of you off his lips. A mischievous twinkle dances in his gaze.

You glance at the door, about to remind him that you’re not alone.

The smack of his hand against your clothed crotch cuts you off instead.

You’re only just able to catch your yelp, or so you think as a breathy whine breaks through. Eyes wide, you cannot believe he just spanked your pussy. And now he’s rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly against your bundle of nerves.

Your eyes dart to the door. You hear the catchy tune of the game show, the distant voice of the host but cannot make out any footsteps.

Taehyung does not seem to care. All playful indications in his features disappear. His attention burns through you, boiling your blood with needy passion. Your hips buck against the measly bouts of slow pleasure.

And all he does is stare.

Your toes curl, jaw tightens. How can he be so calm right now? Your wetness glistens on his chin, his breath smells of you, his hand is drenched with your neediness and he still kneels between your legs like it’s the only place he wants to be found. He presses harder against you, coaxing another whine.

It’s starting to infuriate you. Does he even care about you, risking your relationship with Mrs Chu so casually? Is this all for his own sick satisfaction? He gets you to trust him, to let him in, only to humiliate you in front of your surrogate grandmother?

God, he’s insufferable.

“We’re late,” you begin, parting your lips to continue when he cups your chin with his other hand.

You melt to his touch all too quickly, allowing him to pull down your head and maintain eye contact.

“And who’s fault is that?” He asks, reaching into his pocket.

“I told you that I had to work a bit later than usual,” you reply, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “My job is important to me.”

“My promises are important to me.”

You raise a brow. “To who?”

That cocky smirk is not lost on you. Taehyung loves a good game— a good show. He likes watching you squirm under his sexual scrutiny and burn with jealousy.

It is the realisation of finding yourself in this position all over again— legs spread, Taehyung in between, and your pride shrivelled up in the corner, you are exactly where you swore you would never be agai—

“Ah!” you whine, eyes wide.

Taehyung continues to push the little toy into you.

“Shh,” he soothes.

You swallow thickly, clenching around the cool silicon. “What is that?” You whisper, voice fragmented and faint.

His gaze softens, thumb brushing against your clit. You resist the urge to buckle your hips up.

“A vibrator. It’s pink, shaped like a heart,” he explains as a smile graces his lips. “It was meant to be a gift for later, but,” he quirks his head to the side, ceasing his ministrations and fixing your panties. “It will work just as well for a punishment.”

You roll your eyes, moving to close your legs. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it wasn’t my fault.”

“I stood out there for twenty minutes.”

“You have a jacket, don’t you?”

Taehyung stands. He chews on the inside of his cheeks, hands slipping into his pockets.

You press your legs together.

“We fighting today?”

You bite on the inner corner of your lip, attempting to suppress a smile. The quirk of your brow is hard to mask, however. One of the first things Taehyung admitted he was drawn to was your swift wit. He likes to hear you bark only for him to bite. He finds it amusing and pitiful and absolutely thrilling.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” you mumble. Your voice is small but you stand with confidence, leaning your head back to maintain his gaze. 

He’s so close now, you can taste the rich scent of his cologne. He nods once, lips brushing against your chin.

“We’ll discuss this in the car,” he whispers against your skin. The deep bartone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you inch forward on your toes to press your chest to his. 

A fight is never really a fight, more like a challenge of endurance. How far do you dare to disobey him? How long can he last before doing something about it? But in this moment, all alone in your little room with his hot breath fanning against your lips, you don’t feel the urge to push his buttons anymore. 

Taehyung does not remove his hands from his pockets. He stays still, expression stoic. If you couldn’t feel the fast beat of his heart or the hardness of his length, you would think he doesn’t want you touching him. 

A pout tugs on your lips at the lack of attention. Softening your voice in hopes that he will at least grab your waist, you ask, “Are you really ma–”

“Don’t,” he hisses, voice husky and low. “Don’t you dare make me repeat myself.”

You whimper. It’s pathetic and strained, but you cannot stop the sound from slipping out, let alone your lips from quivering. You miss him so much, need him so bad. Your heart aches with want, and for a second you cannot understand why things have to be so complicated. You love him and want him to be yours, in every sense of the word. You want to introduce him to Mrs Chu as your boyfriend, not just some guy you happen to be friends with and he just happens to buy you whatever you want. You want to hold his hand, call him sweet terms of endearment and flaunt your relationship in front of your stupid, bitchy boss. You want his attention, his time, and most of all– his lips on yours.

But then the rational part of your brain makes a reappearance and reminds you that this yearning is one-sided, and acting on it would mean risking the little bits of attention you’re getting right now. 

So you swallow thickly, slide your hands off his broad shoulders and down his strong chest, then back to your side. You grab your purse and the white fur coat Taehyung bought you from the bed, and lead the way out. 

“We’re going,” you call to Mrs Chu as you unlock the door. 

She waves you off. 

“Have a good night, Mrs Chu,” Taehyung then says.

She sits up in her seat on the couch and turns to give him her best smile. “Only if you do too, Taehyung,” she teases. A girlish giggle tumbles out of her as he flashes her an easy smile. You suppress the roll of your eyes as you head out.

Taehyung does not rest his hand on the small of your back as you make your way down the stairs. You sneak glances at him, finding he remains composed, hands still in his pockets, and completely ignoring you. When you step outside into the cold November night, he finally spares you a look over his shoulder. You stop mid-step expecting to find his usual car instead of a limousine. You remember being in one on your first night out together but that was because the event insisted on sending them out for all their high-funding donors. However, you don’t remember Taehyung mentioning that this is a charity event. 

Noticing your hesitation, he slips a hand behind your back and gently leads you towards the car. The driver opens the door for you and Taehyung helps you in. He does not lean in to buckle your seat belt for you, instead circling the back of the car to get in from the other side.

The limousine is a void of black leather and silence. You miss Sinatra’s soft voice trickling through the speakers and green glow of Taehyung’s custom made car. Most of all, you miss the way EDEN would greet you, flashing pink when speaking to you only. 

You slouch in your seat.

If you had known he’d be this upset, you would have told him you wouldn’t be able to make it before putting all this effort into looking presentable in front of his colleagues. Maybe if you had been honest about not being ready on time, he would have at least been more understanding. You know he hates coming late, having read about how he often arrives an hour before his meetings when you were researching him prior to your first meeting at the art gallery. 

But this passive aggressive treatment is too much. You miss him doting on you, groping your thighs and pulling you against his side. You’ve already apologised, even if you instantly attempted to bait him into an argument seconds later. He likes that you’re bratty, having told you so multiple times. So when is he going to swallow his pride already and–

“Ah,” you quietly squeal as the heart-shaped vibrator buzzes to life. The vibrations are slow, humming quietly against your clenching walls.

Taehyung slides closer to you, the widespread of his legs knocking against your trembling knees. You instantly press yourself against him, not about to resist his strong scent and warmth. His forehead brushes against yours before he roughly grips onto your chin, forcing you to meet his angry gaze.

“When will you fucking behave?” he hisses.

Your toes curl. Heat pools at the apex of your thighs. You let out a shaky breath, rounding your eyes.  

He tightens his grip, puckering your glossed lips. “I try to be patient with you,” he continues, voice dropping an octave. “I try to teach you and play with you, but you keep getting this crazy idea that you’re in charge.”

“M-May I please explain,” you ask through a whimper. 

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest and tumbles over your hot face. He moans softly before grazing your soft cheek with his teeth, teasing a bite. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you, besides ‘yes, daddy.’ Am I clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

A satisfied growl resonates from the depths of his chest and into yours, further dampening your little white thong. He uses his free hand to lift and rest your thigh over his lap. The new position, legs spread for him, allows the vibrations to buzz freely within you. While you try to bite your lip, constricted from his harsh hold on your chin, a loud moan still slips out.

“What was the first rule I sent you?”

You fight back a smile at the memory of that conversation. After running out of his office, overwhelmed by the sudden realisation of your feelings, he texted to check in on you. You went back and forth for a bit before he revisited the topic of discipline, or rather– what to expect from each other.

[angelcake] : interesting. so i get a say in this too?

[V] : Of course.

[V] : This goes both ways.

“No talking back,” you finally answer, pulling yourself out of your memories.

Taehyung smirks against your skin. Warm and soft, his lips then gently press against your flaming cheek. “That’s right, princess,” he mutters. 

Princess. 

A strained whine tears through your throat at the new term of endearment. He hasn’t called you much besides Angel. Sometimes he might pepper in a darling or sweetheart, but he has only uttered that word once before, last week when you stormed into his office in a huff. You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear it again, in that deep baritone voice of his, until now. Your hips roll up in response, desperate for more of his attention. Still, the vibrations remain at the current slow pace and pattern. 

Taehyung rubs your bare thigh as it rests over his strong leg. His hand inches closer and closer to your needy core, softly brushing against your sensitive skin. You can’t help shivering, or your little moans. No matter how much you bite your lip, ruining your lip gloss, or hold your breath, those desperate sounds still escape. It’s as if your body is determined to let him know how much you need him. 

He’s taking his time, grazing the pads of his fingers over your soft inner thighs. You fight against the instinct to press your legs together at the tantalising sensation. You want to beg him to just touch you, to just cup your crotch and kneed your clit with the heel of his palm as the vibrator continues to buzz within you. But he specifically narrowed your responses to two words and hasn’t asked you any other questions that would elicit an alternative answer. If you try to reason with him again, it will only anger him even more. And, while you love to see him riled up, you don’t think you can survive another sexual encounter with Kim Taehyung and be denied yet another orgasm. 

 So you keep your painful desires to yourself, letting out shaky, whiny breaths instead. It’s better this way, you try to tell yourself. I won’t seem too eager.

Your body betrays you, hips lifting up to finally meet his fingers. You expect a comment about how the fabric of your thong is clinging to your folds as he pushes his fingers against them. You expect him to administer feather-light touches, continuing to torment you with his slow pace. 

Instead, you receive a harsh slap over your folds. The sound echoes in the car, rivaling the volume of your surprised moan. You move to throw your head back, but his grip on your chin is still tight, forcing you to maintain eye contact. 

He smacks your wetness over and over again. Each one is just as hard, just as harsh. You can feel the heat radiate from his hand with every hit, legs trembling from the consistent bursts of simulation. The intensity of the vibrator within heightens a notch more and you cannot help the roll of your eyes. 

“Look at me,” Taehyung whispers. 

As you try to make eye contact with him again, you catch the gaze of the driver. Face red and eyes wide, he watches you through his rearview mirror. He holds your gaze, surprised at first but his shame soon falters. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s pleased.

“D-Daddy,” you mutter, voice strained and shrill. 

Taehyung follows your concerned gaze. His features harden. “Don’t look at her,” he orders. His voice is full of assertion and dominance. The driver instantly obeys, still Taehyung adds, “Eyes forward. Drive.”

His expression softens when he turns back to you, the grip on your chin loosening. Voice low and husky, he asks, “Are you alright?” 

The sincerity in his tender gaze makes you tremble. “Yes, daddy,” you whisper, suppressing a smile at the way he bites his lip.

Taehyung nods, finally letting go of your chin. Instead, his hand slides behind you and around your waist, pulling you closer against him. He dips his face to the crook of your neck and his lips caress your soft skin. With a sharp inhale of your scent, his other hand finds its rightful place between your legs. He cups your throbbing core, smirking at the way you arch your back into his side. 

“You’re always so responsive to me,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. 

The rich baritone of his voice makes you squirm all the more. Your folds sting from the harsh smacks, clit aching for more stimulation. You want to tell him to soothe the ache, to rub you until your eyes cross and you’ve forgotten your name. But you know he’s only showing you a semblance of mercy now because you took his punishment without sassing him. 

However, you find that you don’t need to say much. You wonder if perhaps your body is rather responsive in a way only Taehyung can decipher as he seems to know exactly what you need. Shifting enough to press his forehead against yours, he takes one look in your eyes and smirks. Before you can even think about questioning what that soft, amused look even means, his hand starts to move. The stimulation is agonisingly slow and soft but it’s something.

You do your best to stay still, to simply receive his generosity, but your hips have a mind of their own. It starts with a simple shift, then a squirm and before you know it, you’re grinding against his hand. One hand gripping on the edge of the seat, the other on the lap of his coat, you greedily gyrate against his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. He sounds so raspy and just as breathless as you. “Have I told you that tonight?”

You shake your head, cheek flaming. “No, daddy,” you shakily reply. 

He kisses your cheeks, smirking at the heated skin, then trails his lips along your jawline. He lingers, as if committing the soft curves of your features to memory. When his lips finally reach your ear and his fingers are completely drenched in your wetness, he says, “You look absolutely delicious.”

His voice resonates deep in your bones, rattling the discs of your spine and prinkling your skin with goosebumps. Your eyes roll back, hips eagerly grinding into his fingers as a disgustingly pathetic moan tears through your throat. You sound so weak and frail and like you’ve lost all sense of yourself. 

And yet, as Taehyung holds you tight and nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, muttering sweet praises, you have never felt more safe and secure in your life. You’ve merely had dreams of feeling this protected, but always believed that you were never the type of girl that deserved that kind of attention. 

But here Taehyung is, rendering you into a complete mess, and you feel as though you’ve finally found comfort and security. 

“M-May I please cum?”

 The words tumble from your lips in a hasty breath. You feel Taehyung smirk against your flushed skin. 

“Are you sure you want to?” You can hear the teasing edge in his voice and it makes resisting your orgasm harder. “You’ll have to sit in your sticky panties all night, Angel,” he warns, yet his ministrations are relentless, “I know how much you hate that.”

Yes, the sensation is uncomfortable and unsettling once the fog of lust has lifted and you’ve registered the reality of what you have just done. When you’re seconds away from one of the best orgasms of your life, however, you don’t care what you soil or who witnesses it. You just need to release it, and now.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimper, body tense. Your voice is a shell of what it once was, all meek and desperate. “Please, please, let me cum. I promise to behave the rest of the night.”

Taehyung groans quietly, the gentle vibrations rumbling from his chest to yours. “You know I’m going to hold you to that, right?” He teases. 

Toes curling, bones stiffening, you hastily nod. A strained sob tumbles from your glossed lips, face furrowed in tormented pleasure.

He chuckles at your broken whines. The vibrator nuzzled within, buzzing at a moderate level of intensity this whole time, suddenly jolts a notch faster. Even his fingers press firmer and harsher between your sensitive folds. 

You hold back. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, you do whatever you can to hold your orgasm back. His second rule is to always ask to cum. He told you that you’ve broken it several times and promised that he will not be lenient if you do it again. You would have hesitated to disobey him even if he wasn’t already annoyed with how late and sassy you’ve been tonight.

Perhaps he notices your stiffness, or has finally decided to stop toying with you, but Taehyung mutters his approval with a wet, open-mouthed kiss against your ear.

A waterfall of relief and satisfaction washes over you. Lips curled in a faint smile, you throw your head back and release a sharp whine as you gush around the vibrator. Your body roars with pleasure, hips rolling quicker and quicker against his touch, desperate to ride over this ethereal feeling to the last burst of arousal. 

You must have been chanting his name because suddenly Taehyung’s voice trickles into your light-headed mind, low and deep, with reassurances. 

“I’m right here, Angel,” he sweetly mutters. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You moan even louder, neediness evident in your ragged voice. Your throat feels sore from the strain of both suppressing and releasing broken whines, but you can’t care less. All you can think about is Taehyung. 

Offering another round of delicate kisses, he teasingly asks, “You’ve been such a good little thing for me, haven’t you?” 

You know he is not expecting an answer, but you nod anyway.

He pulls back, bringing his hand up to lick his arousal-slick fingers, holding your lust-blown gaze through half-lidded eyes. His deep-chested groan vibrates against your chest. Whimpering, you clench tight around the still buzzing toy.

A thought suddenly pops into your head and, for a second, you think you should ask before you act on it. The urge takes over you, though. Leaning a mere inch forward, you latch your lips around his pinky, sucking on the remnants of your orgasm with him.

He smiles– his sweet, velvety laughter echoes in the absence of your loud, recklessly needy moans around the limousine. You cannot help the flush of your cheek at the sound, suppressing a guilty smile yourself. You are not keen on tasting yourself but, with his hand being the only thing separating your lips, this might be the closest you get to kissing him. And, besides, you like how his strong fingers feel on your tongue. You like how he always pushes against it, as if silently ordering it to yield to his touch.

You slouch back into the seat, body trembling, as you suck on his fingers like a pacifier. Your gaze meets Taehyung’s at the realisation and the darkening gleam in his eyes makes you wonder if perhaps he was thinking the same thing. 

You’re not sure how this always happens– how easily his presence can render you helpless and fragile. Is it simply his dominating demeanour, or a sixth sense that seems to be attuned to your body’s desires? Does he know you really well or are you just an open-book? You want to ask, want to know what it is about him that makes you feel utterly vulnerable, yet completely safe. 

Removing his fingers from your mouths, Taehyung decreases the intensity of the heart-shaped vibrator back down to its lowest setting. You release your grip on the edge of the leather seat and his coat, full chest heaving in your glittering dress. He pulls you closer, his lips millimetres away from the corner of yours.

“Do you see what happens when you behave? You took your punishment like a good girl and I rewarded you, didn’t I?” He asks. His tone is condescending but still calm and firm. 

Biting back another moan, since you have humiliated yourself enough in front of the driver, you nod. “Yes, daddy,” you whisper, still trying to catch your breath. 

“All you have to do is trust me.”

“I do.”

The words escape before you can even register them, carrying too much conviction and urgency. You swallow thickly, wishing desperately to take them back.

Taehyung’s brows furrow, ever so slightly. 

You narrow your eyes. Did… did he just flinch?

Before you can really analyse the gesture, the car stops. You glance at the driver to find he’s keeping his eyes forward, but his expression is filled with a mix of regret and terror. The sudden sound of clicking cameras redirects your attention to the car door on your side of the limousine.

In a few simple movements, Taehyung readjusts both your positions so that you are sitting properly beside him. He fixes your dress and the framing pieces of hair around your face. He then presses a soft kiss to your cheek before meeting your gaze with deliberate care and tenderness. “It’s going to be a bit loud, just like when we went to that gallery. Do you remember that?” When you nod, he continues, “I want you to stand close to me and just keep your head down, okay, Angel?”

His once assertive voice is replaced with a soft yet protective edge. He holds your gaze even after you nod again, and doesn’t tell the driver he’s ready until you verbally confirm that you understand.

When he moves to step out of the car, you call him back. “The vibrator,” you whisper, still feeling its faint buzz against your tight walls. 

Taehyung smirks, his gaze flickering down to your lap before meeting yours again. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he replies, “I know.”

Your breath hitches as he exits the car. Does he actually expect you to navigate through the zoo of reporters with an active vibrator sitting deep inside you? The ongoing stimulation, while weak, paired with the stickiness of your thong is overstimulating enough. To expect you to ignore it all while avoiding cameras is cruel and a part of you thinks it might be part of your punishment.

Nonetheless, you accept his outstretched hand when your door opens and gracefully step out of the car. The next thirty seconds are a series of flashing lights, invasive questions and lots of shouting demands. The late November night air is cold, but the nosy reporters, shoving cameras and microphones in your face are colder. They care very little for personal space as they push between the security personnel for a mere glimpse of a better shot. 

You pull your fur coat closer to your body. Taehyung keeps a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you to the front door as you keep your head down. 

“What’s your name?!”

“How did you meet?!”

“Who are you wearing?!”

You ignore their questions, nuzzling closer to Taehyung. You can feel the heat of the theatre now, about to cross over the threshold when a particular question draws your attention back. 

“How long have you been working for the Geraldson Group?!”

Brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, you whip your head back. How the fuck did they know you work there? Have they been following you? You want to scan the crowd for a familiar face, however the scene before you is chaotic and much too loud. The sudden attention causes a roaring wave of excitement. Immediately, flashing lights blur your vision. You’re mostly shielded by the thick fur of your coat, but the fast blinking still disorients you.

Taehyung tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you inside with him. 

The doors close. The thunderous voices of the reporters muffles and soft, classical music fills the grand space before you. 

You blink until your eyes adjust, one side of your coat falling from your shoulders as you lean into Taehyung’s strong frame for support. He helps you out of it without another word. Before you know it, you’re being led through a theatre of Renaissance design. 

Plush red carpets span the entire lobby, their vibrant hue complementing the warm, amber glow of the majestic marble walls. Each wall is adorned with rectangular pillars that stretch skyward, meeting the concaved ceiling in graceful, curving arches. Symmetrical patterns climb the face of every pillar, leading your eyes to a high, vaulted ceiling brimming with ornate details. However, the classical, Renaissance design truly shines through in the intricate porcelain trimmings, their delicate craftsmanship adding an air of timeless elegance to the space. And in the centre of it all is a lavish chandelier with a beautifully carved medallion. Like a blooming flower, it skirts around the glowing crystal with triangular carvings. 

You let out a breathless gasp at the sight. Your attention trails down to the numerous attendees of tonight’s event, all dressed in formal suits and dresses. They are conversing or making their way to their seats, climbing up the grandiose staircase before you. 

Taehyung returns his hand to the small of your back. You look up at him, expecting his previous cold demeanour to surface. However, to your surprise, he meets your gaze with exceptional warmth. He even offers a small smile as he leads you to the staircase.

Relief washes over you at the sight. You thought he might be upset at the fact that you technically disobeyed his orders when you turned back to the cameras at the last second. However, his borderline cheer-y mood seems to be genuine.

Wanting to keep that joyful spirit alive, you mutter, “I didn’t mean to look back. It’s just–”

“I know,” Taehyung reassures. His hand rubs soft circles on your back with every step up the stairs. “I heard the question.”

You raise your brows, lips slightly parted. “How do they know?” 

Taehyung’s once playful eyes soften into something more sincere and… remorseful? “Someone’s been feeding them information.”

“Who?”

“Take a guess, princess.”

Any indication of guessing flew out the window the moment he called you that pet name. You swallow thickly, clenching around the humming toy. Why must he make this so easy? Pretending to be his, even believing it, is so fucking easy when he touches you so tenderly, adjusts his steps to match your slow ones because he knows you’re wearing heels, and calls you intimate terms of endearment all too causally. Suddenly, you want to tell him, you want to forget all the consequences and just let the words take over you– I think I’m in love with you.

But the moment you part your lips, fear shackles your voice. You can barely breathe as you look up at him. His side profile is stunning. Strong jawline, sweet lips, soft nose and captivating eyes with long lashes, he is flawless.

“I don’t know,” you finally reply, voice quiet and shaky.

Taehyung sighs. “I suspect it’s your boss, but I haven’t been able to prove it just yet,” he confesses. “I’ve been mostly trying to keep your name out of the press and buy out any possible pictures of you.”

The rage you instantly feel for Marina falters as Taehyung continues to outline in detail how he has tracked down every digital and physical copy of your photo and erased it from existence. He reassures you that no one will know who you are or where you live. 

“And,” he adds as you finally reach the landing, “No one was supposed to find out where you work but I think she got that out herself.”

“Why can’t she just leave me alone?” You mutter under your breath. 

Is sex with Taehyung really that good or is she just insane? At some point, she must see how psychotic all this is– if she indeed is the one leaking personal information about you. 

Taehyung still hears your exasperated words, tightening his grip on your waist. “Look, I know we talked about it before and I really do want you to feel free to choose to do whatever you like,” he starts, leading you down an extravagantly designed hall, “but, Angel, please reconsider quitting. None of this is worth it.”

“Do you seriously think I don’t know that, Tae,” you reply with just as much annoyance laced in your voice. “Of course, it’s not worth it, but it also won’t be worth anything if I leave now and I’m certain she knows that. And I’m not about to run away from someone that pathetic and desperate.”

Taehyung raises a brow at your words.

You bite your lip, instantly filled with regret and yet you don’t take any of it back. You know you’re right. You know she’s acting crazy. And, you’ll be damned if a psycho like her is going to control your life.

“You know,” Taehyung whispers, “You’re kinda hot when you’re pissed.” 

You fight off a smile. “That’s really funny,” you tease, as he stops you in front of a red curtain. “I could say the same thing about you.”

One of the ushers pulls back the curtain and Taehyung nods at you to enter before him. You step through to find the entire auditorium below. The lobby pales in comparison to this grand space. The ceiling is also domed but instead of being adored with a beautiful medallion, it reflects a renaissance-style painting of Heaven. Pale blue skies, rich white clouds, gods and goddesses dressed in cotton sheets and wraps, looking solemn and holy.

You gape at the sky, letting out a small gasp. “This place is so beautiful,” you whisper to Taehyung as he guides you to your seats– the front row of the balcony. 

“It’s my favourite theatre,” he replies, sitting down beside you. He rests his hand on your bare thigh and continues, “I knew you’d like it.”

You pause.

You thought that this was some sort of business event. Taehyung specifically told you that he would like you to attend five events with him. There was the art gallery, a night you will never forget. Then you went to the stables, where he dry humped you senseless and no doubt destroyed any evidence the polo players may have had of it. And there was that one on the boat but really you can’t remember what charity that was for. All you remember of that night was Taehyung’s mouth all over your nipples and being delicately taken care of. 

This night at the theatre was supposed to be the fourth. You’re wearing the fourth dress he bought you specifically for these business events, after you expressed your insecurity of not being able to afford anything fitting enough to be his plus-one. 

However, the show looks like it’s seconds from starting and no one else is entering the balcony. You take another look around and confirm that it’s just you and Taehyung up here, with that heart-shaped vibrator still buzzing and your chest still pounding. 

“What charity is this for again?” You ask, keeping your voice tempered.

Taehyung casts you a sidelong glance before answering, “This is not for charity.”

You wait in hopes that he will continue.

He doesn’t. 

Is this a date? A misunderstanding? Were you not supposed to wear this dress? But Taehyung made a comment about it in the car. If he didn’t want you wearing it tonight, he would have told you so before you even left your apartment. You wonder if he didn’t because you were late, or maybe he just didn’t notice yet. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Angel?” 

His deep, velvety voice draws you out of your confused thoughts. You cross your legs, instantly regretting the action as it puts more pressure against the soft vibrations within. You suppress a moan. 

Taehyung then leans in close, pressing his lips to your ear to whisper, “Are you horny, princess?”

Heat pools at your core. You can’t stop yourself from squirming in your seat. Shooting him a pout, you hold back a snarky comment and instead ask, “Is this a company event?”

The assertion in his dominance softens. Licking his lips, Taehyung shakes his head. “No, it’s not,” he replies, “A friend I made in the military is performing tonight. He sent me two tickets and I thought I might as well bring a friend.”

You should have stayed curious. His words suffocate your heart and you find yourself grateful for not confessing your feelings for him earlier.

Thought he’d bring a friend, you wonder as your jaw sets. So not only is this not a date, but I’m also a fucking afterthought? 

Did he also think to just put you in this dress and call this one of your obligated events? Does he just want to get this over with? 

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he orders. 

You suppress a glare, schooling your features. “Nothing,” you mumble. 

“Don’t lie to me.”

Sharply inhaling, you have to swallow thickly to keep from sarcastically snorting at his hypocrisy. You’re not allowed to lie but it seems like he can do whatever the fuck he wants. 

“Why am I here, Taehyung,” you find yourself asking. There’s an edge in your voice that cannot seem to stay hidden. “This isn’t work related, you made a huge deal about being late and this vibrator is only making things worse, so just tell me what I’m doing here.”

Taehyung sits up in his seat. He turns away from the stage, even as the lights dim, to fully face you. The curtains pull back, revealing the stage and a single individual in the centre, who might very well be his friend, but he continues to keep his undivided attention on you.

Voice low and deep, he poses questions of his own. “What has been going on with you lately? One second you’re fine and the next you’re talking to me like I’ve hurt you,” he whispers, earnest brown eyes boring into yours. “I’ve been following your rules. I text you every morning and night, I’m not, nor have I ever paid you for sexual favours and I haven’t seen anyone else in almost a year. I don’t skip meals anymore, I tell you if you might interact with one of my exes, I shared my location with you, even when I knew you were just joking and being a little fucking brat.”

You bite your lip, averting your gaze to your lap in shame. He really has been on his best behaviour. Even on his busiest days, he sends you the messages you asked for and takes the time to give you detailed rundowns of his entire day. 

Gently cupping your chin, he nudges you to face him again. “Tell me what’s going on,” he repeats. “Tell me how to fix it.”

I wish you’d love me, you want to say. I wish you’d love me the same way I love you. And you’re starting to realise that perhaps you’re becoming resentful that he doesn’t or that you’re just too much of a coward to really succumb to such vulnerability.

“You’re missing the performance,” you mutter, hoping to skirt the conversation for another time. 

“I’ve already repeated myself once. Don’t make me do it again, Angel,” he warns, yet his voice remains heavy with heartfelt emotion and sincerity. 

Perhaps you cannot tell the whole truth, but you might be able to get away with telling him a part of it. “I feel like an afterthought right now,” you whisper. “I feel like you asked me to come because I was just there and not because you actually want me here.”

Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you close into his side and leans down ever so slightly to press his lips to your ear. “An afterthought,” he questions in a breathy whisper that makes your clit ache. “You’re the only thought. You’re here because this is where you belong, Angel. Don’t forget that.”

You grip onto his thigh, body trembling. His words loop in your head, over and over as he pulls back enough to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Biting your lip, you do your best not to moan, knowing it will surely echo in a grand room designed  for optimal sound. 

“Now, how about we have some fun?” 

Before you can reply, the vibrator surges to a pace that’s three times faster. You bury your face into his neck, not caring if the gesture will ruin your makeup or his suit, to muffle your needy moans. Tightening the cross of your legs, clenching around the toy, you do your best to repress your growing desire. If you let out a whine that is even slightly at speaking volume, you’re convinced the entire auditorium will hear it.

“Please,” you manage to murmur. 

Taehyung quietly chuckles, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know better than to beg, Angel. Be good, and maybe I’ll reward you after the show.”

​​And with that, he settles back into his seat, leaving you trembling on the edge of composure, the hum of the vibrator your only company as the performance begins.

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

[chlorinecake]

Okay this is my first time doing one of these but could you do like how the enhypen members would react to seeing you practice their part in the choreography of one of their songs

「 ✦ enha reaction’s WHEN YOU LEARN THEIR PART IN A DANCE CHOREOGRAPHY ✦ 」

𓂃 𓈒 or when they see you dance for the first time

idol bf ! 엔하이픈 x non idol ! f. reader ⃘ 🎧

contains ∿ 🧋 pet names, kisses & teasing genre fluff, crack, est. dating 1192 words

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

He would be quite impressed honestly, taking pride in his sweet girlfriend wanting to mirror his talent in some way.

“You gotta get the head isolation down at this part, though,” he critiqued, putting a finger to his lips while dancing Sweet Venom.

“Well, if it looks wrong, blame yourself, because that’s who I’ve been copying this whole time,” you teased, poking him in the side of his waist and making him chuckle.

“Hmm… maybe your performance just needs a little bedazzling... Be right back!”

Your boyfriend ran out of the dancing studio, telling you to close your eyes once he came back before nestling a cowgirl hat atop your head like an angel on a Christmas tree.

You reacted immediately upon seeing your reflection in the mirror, a now smiley Heeseung standing behind your frame, “What?! Wait- When did you get this?”

Literally your face right now: 😭 

“People don’t call me an ace for nothing, babe. Now c’monnn, let’s dance together this time…,” he urged in a sing-songy voice, playfully tugging at your hands while spinning you around, “I wanna see my pretty cowgirl dance for me some more...”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

“Yeah, I literally have the world’s coolest girlfriend now…,” Jay huffed proudly, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head after catching you dance in the living room.

“Now? What do you mean now?!?!,” you asked offendedly, pouting at him slightly.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to bring this up, but are you ready to become my Mrs. Park?”

“I've been ready since the day we met, Jay,” you smiled, burying your face in his chest while hugging him, “But I would've danced your part in a song a lot sooner if I knew it'd get me a ring...”

“Oh? So a diamond is all you want me for now? Wowwww, babe-”

You gave him a look that automatically let him know you weren't too fond of the comment he just made, “Kidding” he said, ruffling your hair playfully, “I know you love me... enough to copy me, apparently.”

“Should we break out in synchronized dancing now?” You offered, playing Sacrifice Eat Me Up from the beginning on your phone.

“Yes… but only if you can keep up with me, of course.”

*Insert Jay's infamous Roblox smirk*

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ✴︎

The definition of 🧍‍♂️when you pulled him aside to show off the new choreography you'd been working on for the past hour.

Goofy laugher pt. 1

“Is this actually happening right now?,” he asked while laughing shyly, just after you finished ✨performing✨ for him…

“What do you mean? D-did it look bad?,” you asked worriedly, part of your heart still feeling warm though from hearing his shy giggle earlier.

“No, no, you did great, it’s just… why my part?” He continued, hoping to draw the conversation in a different direction, given how flustered he truly felt.

“Because you look hot while doing it... I felt inspired,” you said cheekily, walking up to Jake and placing your hands on his chest, Jake’s hands wrapping around your waist as he looked back down at you.

“Babe, you can’t say stuff like that then act all playful without expecting my brain to short-circuit,” he sighed, face heating up as he looked back down at your giggling frame within the hug.

“Well, did I at least do your part in the dance any justice or did that make your brain-malfunctioning even worse?,” you pouted with puppy-dog eyes as if to persuade his anger, even though you already could tell he liked it.

“No, love… I'm just in shock, honestly... you did criminally well.”

*Insert second-hand embarrassment from Jake's corny ahh pun*

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

Sunghoon was initially kinda salty about you having locked yourself up in the garage all morning on his day off, but all those feelings went away once he caught on to what you were up to.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could come in here,” you yelped, just as your boyfriend barged in the garage, catching you mid dance move.

You had been practicing Chaconne because you knew it was one of his favorite songs and you figured it'd cheer him to see you supporting his interests.

“Don’t mind me,” he started, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “I’m just observing... please, continue.”

“God, Hoon, you’re embarrassing me,” you whined, covering your face from the way he was staring you up and down in this moment.

“It’s cute, though… watching you stress yourself out trying to dance like me when the pro's been one call away this whole time.”

The pro?, you thought to yourself, the self-proclaimed title being enough to snap you out of your bashfulness.

“I might’ve been practicing for a while, but I’m already doing some parts better than you,” you scoffed competitively, making him laugh at your words to the point where his dimples started showing.

“Cocky and shy? What an interesting combination… did you get that from me, too?”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ✴︎

Sunoo smiled knowingly as he walked into the dance studio, grabbing a nearby rag to pat-dry the sweat on your face, “you’ve been avoiding me all day and working out like crazy, so what’s going on?”

“I’ve been working on this tough choreography, actually … but since you’re here, maybe you can help?”

“Oh, okay,” he chirped, watching as you started to dance out the steps to Fever, stopping when you got to the part you’d been struggling with.

“How do you do this part? It just looks so much better when you do it…,” your voice stalled as you saw his cheeks expand with a smile on the mirror, “SUNOO!?”

Goofy laugher pt. 2–

The guy was quite literally laughing his ass off at you right now, feeling both a mix of embarrassment and flattery at your actions.

He noticed you pouting, covering his mouth to stall his giggles before speaking, “I’m sorry babe, you just looked so cute while dancing, I couldn’t hold back!”

“It’s supposed to look sexy though,” you whined, knowing that it’d get him to hug you in response.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

“So is this your new idea of teasing me?,” Jungwon asked upon getting back home from work, the first thing in sight being you in front of the TV, quite literally passing the mic to one of his fancams.

You audibly scoffed at his words, pausing the video and giving him a look, “This is hardly teasing, Wonie… just ‘cause I’m your girlfriend, it doesn’t mean I can’t fangirl over you from time to time…”

He sat his duffel bag on the ground, walking up to give you his usual ‘I’m home’ kiss and hug before responding, “Fine then… but you definitely need to keep practicing that footwork if you want me to take you seriously.”

“Heyyy,” you whined, playfully smacking his shoulder which only made him laugh at how adorable you look, “now who’s teasing?”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ✴︎

“Okay, I do not stick my butt out like that when I do it. Watch,” Niki corrected, initially having cringed upon catching you dance Bite Me, but had now turned your little activity into a whole ass dance-off.

“Yes, you 110% do... you always have to babygirl-ify the dance moves,” you replied matter-of-factly, starting from the pre-chorus and flipping your hair more than necessary just like him.

“I know you’re about to start spewing trash whenever you use made up words,” he scoffed with fake annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips after seeing you dance so passionately.

“Stop, I can tell you’re smiling! Just admit that you’re impressed by me, Riki, and take the L… or W since you have a talented girlfriend…”

“Fine… you’re right… I am highly impressed… both by your dancing skills and choice of vocabulary,” he confessed playfully, giving you a side hug and kissing the top on your head.

“Maybe we should work towards debuting as a couple duo now... I just know that everyone would bias us…,” he thought out loud, making you giggle at his words.

tysm for reading this quick lil fic ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisdubblchococake @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @addictedtohobi @microwvdstrawb3rri3s

[usanyan]

diamond sea, wonbin x reader

! sion and anton as wonbin's bandmates, all songs by diamond sea come from keane's album under the iron sea, reader is wonbin's ex, a bit of making out, some angst

🎧 crystal ball by keane...

wonbin puts down the black phone on his desk. diamond sea would be performing at the next biggest music festival of the summer. wonbin hoped to get this call for days, weeks, months, since diamond sea got out of his friend's basement. diamond sea only perform in small local places, a few bars here and there just for fun. anton always tried to push wonbin to see bigger, to seek more than just a small city band. wonbin was scared. and now that the call ended, he's even more scared. could the band even handle this much people, this big stage all for themselves for 25 minutes?

the rush of happiness wonbin feels draws a smile on his face, his heart rumbles excitedly in his ears. for another minute, he rests his back against his chair, looking up at the ceiling. in silence, he contemplates everything that got diamond sea up this crazy stage; endless music sheets stuffed inside his drawers, under his bed, forgotten on his desk and even more teared up and burn to ashes with his lighter. his old room, covered in ripped posters that fall down, showing yellowish walls that keep getting worse with the time. the broken fan on the ceiling wonbin looked at so often while he was thinking about lyrics, crying himself to sleep, doubting everything and the path he chose in life. he can still feel the sting on his cheek when he came back with a guitar instead of buying school books when he was 12.

10 years is what it took to wonbin to finally take another step into the light. the real light. diamond sea took every step with him, black shining guitar in hand and flying sheets in the others. some are full, most are empty, there's a sentence on this side and a few words on this other side. wonbin still remembers each time he wrote something down and every paper reveals its secret to him only. assignments were long forgotten once he started writing his first songs. he'd ran away from home to use the lights of the street lamps, sat on the edge of the sidewalk. sleepless nights, skipped classes to play the guitar when his parents were away. he even gave his guitar to sion to hide it when his father got more menacing. wonbin was scared, yet he always stood up. he stood his ground, trusted his talent through heavy tears and bleeding fingertips.

atlantic was born after a few months. with the help of anton and sion, diamond sea's first song began its adventure. song covers were given up once they started perfecting atlantic, the song played over and over again until they were all sick of it. wonbin started to hate atlantic with his whole heart, every note felt wrong. at that time, he thought diamond sea would drown and his only life project would disappear in the abyss. for a few months, his guitar was forgotten in sion's basement, sheets were thrown away and wonbin started to rot in his room. suddenly, everything around him felt stuffy and too much, posters were teared up of the walls, pedals thrown under his bed, papers soon turned to mush under wonbin's tears.

the first light in his endless night was you. you were sion's neighbor, and every time diamond sea played, you were the first listener. you were the first fan of a unknown basement band made of teenagers with dreams. and when wonbin tried to forget diamond sea, you knocked at his door. you called for him, you needed to hear his voice again, the one that always got you out of your house when you heard it. wonbin was gifted with the sweetest possible voice, like an angel from heaven, it always went perfectly with each song diamond sea worked on. his tone was soft yet he could go higher and be more powerful, it felt crazy to you that such a diamond only shared his voice for his selfmade band and not to the whole world like rock bands would.

you got wonbin out of every bad dream, poured light back into his life, and he finally got the courage to pick up his guitar again. you gave him a confidence he never thought he had, and diamond sea started performing in small bars at night. it was just for fun, but their trio quickly started to be known around the town, they weren't famous but it was famous enough for wonbin to feel like he was someone. atlantic was an original idea born from wonbin's genius and creativity, and the song was requested again and again and again. you couldn't stop tears blurring your eyes when wonbin cried as he heard people singing along for the first time. the kiss he gave you tasted salty yet you could feel wonbin smiling against your lips.

months went by after diamond sea's second song, nothing in my way, written by wonbin for you. you were his muse, he'd tell you about it everyday. he'd show you lyrics for his next music, laying next to you on his bed as you rested your head against his shoulder. he'd whisper lyrics to your ear before sleeping, he'd mumble random words in your neck when he was looking for inspiration. wonbin realized he wasn't only doing this for him and his friends, he was also doing it for you. his true fan, who supported him since the start.

but with fame comes trouble. diamond sea was only known in the few cities around, nothing crazy wonbin thought. yet his pretty face and pretty voice didn't go unnoticed anywhere he went, and soon enough diamond sea had a few fans that followed them around, came to the bars again and again to hear them play the same 10 songs a few days a week. as the band started playing more often, wonbin lost track of the time. lyrics he'd sing to you were written in the train late at night, songs he'd make were empty of you no matter how hard he tried. he couldn't handle a broken heart and a growing band at the same time. giggling girls would surround him and buy him drinks after diamond sea's performance, wonbin getting drunk of their smiles and praises.

sion warned him. anton warned him. you warned him too, but he was losing track of reality. people would stop him in the town's streets to talk about diamond sea. wonbin's shy demeanor that you loved so much disappeared to create a mysterious and powerful persona that you didn't recognize, as if he became someone else. a flirty persona that would kiss girls' hands when they give him a drink, that would wrap an arm around their shoulders as he slowly let the alcohol take over and make him forget. he never went far, but he was getting so far from you. you'd call his number but the phone would ring endlessly in his room. sion stopped letting you inside his house when you begged him to tell you about wonbin.

for wonbin, it went all too fast. the more diamond sea was getting known, the more he got lost into a person he wasn't. before he could find a way to fix things, he lost you too. wonbin's hazy eyes when you ended things were worst than the heartbreak. with you, you took his motivation, his strength, his inspiration, his creativity. for a while, he drowned in sadness and tears, wonbin was scared to walk down the street and meet sion. what if you heard diamond sea playing and if he saw you across the street? when he played nothing in my way, his fingertips would shake on the metal strings, eyes closed scared to meet yours in the bar.

sadness bubbled into hatred, and wonbin almost made his sheets catch on fire from his burning words and handwriting. every sentence was thrown to you like daggers, you could hear wonbin's voice coming from the opened windows of sion's room when he was still writing down the song. and that's how you first discovered leaving so soon?, diamond sea's latest song where wonbin put all his feelings and his broken heart, his tears, his anger and his betrayal. deep down, wonbin knew he was in the wrong. but he was too proud, he was too confident that fame would fix everything. that maybe you'll come back crawling. in the end, the more he sang leaving so soon?, the deeper his heart would bleed.

wonbin missed singing to you, he missed telling your the secrets of his music that only you and him could understand. he missed making you listen to the melody he thought about, he missed your eyes on him while he performed.

after he wrote another song, diamond sea started going even further. small town became larger cities, bar changed into venues, and the handful of people that knew them turned to hundreds. sion and anton followed wonbin everywhere, they pushed him to forget his past and take another step, holding his hand all this time. they stepped all together in the music studio that day, introducing diamond sea to a producer that could get them a spot into festivals for the summer. if they were thrown into the light, everything would change. old wounds healed as they tried to sell diamond sea to anyone who would open their door, they'd spend hours in phone cabins, they'd sing in the streets until the night ate every sound.

until today. the phone still rests on wonbin's desk as he looks at it, eyes unfocused and lost in his thoughts. one studio liked their performance and requested they play some more, live songs were recorded and sent to the managers of hopes and fears, the largest summer festival. the stage will be full of well known artists, bands everyone know about, songs famous all around the world. and said manager approved diamond sea's presence as a support artist for one of the main act. it's like the world was calling for them.

wonbin's breath itches another time as he thinks of the possibilities. maybe someone would notice them and make them sign contracts, they'll become a full time band and make hit songs like they hear on the radio. he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't wait to see sion and anton's faces as he tells them the news.

wonbin doesn't need to call beforehand and he just walks down the street he knows by heart to go to sion's house. he quickly looks at your house on the side before pushing the thoughts away, his heart still beating so loudly at the idea of seeing you.

he walks inside the garden and opens the door of the basement. inside, sion is focused on whatever is playing on his rustling television. anton is sat at his drums, also watching the show, his drumstick spinning between his fingers. the lights invading the room make both men turn their head to wonbin, not surprised at all by his presence.

"we got into hopes and fears."

anton giggles but wonbin's serious face immediately makes him quiet down and he looks at sion. they all glance at each others in silence until wonbin can't handle the silence anymore and breaks into a nervous laughter. the next minute is filled with happy screams, sion jumping into wonbin's arms, speaking so fast and so loud it's barely understandable. anton laughs even more as he walks up to his bandmates, smiling so big it soon starts to hurt his cheeks.

"there's no way it's real..." sion looks right at wonbin, he barely believes the small band they made out of drawing and kids' dreams would be on such a big stage.

"i got a call from the head manager... he said diamond sea will open for the main act on sunday..."

there's more noises of happiness going through the three friends, patting each other's shoulders excitedly and as strong as their hearts beating in their chests. sion opens the old basement fridge to share a drink, and they hope for an incredible day and performance as they sit down together on sion's couch. as they remind themselves of the creation of diamond sea, they feel like kids again, with hopes and dreams. wonbin's mind wander to the first time he played his guitar, slowly learning how to pull the strings and create harmonies. years passed by in a flash when he thinks about it, and pride swells inside his chest. he feels so proud for never giving up and believing in his friends when they said he was the star he aspired to be. maybe with the festival, he'll become the next big music name with diamond sea.

sion breaks the silence after a while. now past midnight, anton fell asleep with his can in his hand that threatens to fall down every time he takes a breath. wonbin and sion are both lost into their thoughts, one with his drink and the other looking down at music sheets, black dots slowly covering the lines.

"did you tell them?"

wonbin's pen stops moving for a second and he thinks about what to say. he knows what sion means but he doesn't want to go further, he doesn't want to face his weakened heart.

"tell who?"

"wonbin."

wonbin sighs and throws on the table his papers and pen. he leans back into the couch, head falling back as he looks at the flicking lights on sion's ceiling. he should tell you. you were with him at every big step of diamond sea, he really should tell you. but he's scared. he doesn't know if he's scared of you or scared of himself. scared to face his feelings, scared to face the reality where you don't belong to him anymore. he's scared to be in pain and worst, he's scared to hurt you. you're in every song he ever writes yet he tries to forget you so badly.

when wonbin looks at sion, he knows he has no choice. he has to tell you. even if you hate him, even if you wish him hell. you're a part of what made diamond sea, you're a part of the music and a part of his heart.

"go check if the lights are on."

"can we not do that tonight at least?"

"will you ever do it if not now?"

sion's stare is so cold it makes wonbin shivers. he reluctantly stands up and quiets his screaming thought, calms his racing heartbeat as he walks out of the basement. the night air is cool, summer is definitely on the way and so is the festival. wonbin feels butterflies in his chest and stomach as he thinks of telling you the news.

lights are on in your room. you're probably studying that subject you love for your next exam, or maybe you're watching a movie to forget about your day. you're probably not thinking about wonbin, laying on your bed, missing every he was to you. definitely not what wonbin has done for the past months, tears glistening in his eyes as he played over and over again that song he wrote about his broken heart.

it's late but he still rings at the door. instead of coming down and opening the door, you open your window and looks into the street. you never expected wonbin to stand there in the middle of the night, looking right into your eyes. out of habit, you walk down the stairs and open the door. wonbin steps inside without a word, and he follows you into your room, silence so heavy until the door locks behind him.

wonbin takes a deep breath as he looks at you. you're still as beautiful as he remembers. his heart remembers too, he feels like it's going to jump out of his chest and scream his feelings at you. he nervously leans against the door and you sit on your bed, arms crossed on your chest.

"we got into the hopes and fears festival. i felt like you should know."

the surprise takes over you and you jump up, your hands finding wonbin's as you squeeze them together. you smile at him and for a second, everything disappears; the past, the tears, the lies, the pain, only stay you and wonbin face to face. the more you look into his eyes and the more wonbin feels like he's losing his mind. he's almost drowning into the happy tingle that dances in your gaze, he can't hide his smile when you squeeze his hands a little tighter.

"wonbin that's amazing! i'm so proud of you! everyone will get to hear about diamond sea!"

"it's all thanks to you. i couldn't have done it without you honestly."

you let go of wonbin's hands and the silence becomes more heavy. when you look into his eyes, there's nothing you can read, nothing that will help you know his next move. before you can speak again, wonbin looks down and pushes his hair away with his hand.

"you'll always be a part of of diamond sea. i'm thankful for that. i've been a fool this whole time thinking i could keep going alone. there's no music without you. no festival too. so it was important to let you know."

you're taken aback by wonbin's words. him that always hides behind his feelings. it strikes a cord in your heart deeper than you could imagine, and you almost forget to breathe. time stops when wonbin reaches for your face, rough fingers wrapping around your cheek and caressing your skin. his eyes are almost desperate as he studies your face, all the details he still remembers by heart. oh how much he missed seeing you this close. you rest your hand on his, and wonbin takes it as a positive reaction. his thumb brushes your lower lip, and he makes a tentative move to get closer, he watches your reaction.

you're faster than him to close the small gap, you lean in and press your lips to his. it feels so right to find him again. wonbin holds your face with both his hands, lips chasing yours until you can't breathe, desperate to stay connected with you. your fingers tangle in his hair, you twist a strand around your finger. wonbin pants against your mouth and he breaks away to look at you, with those same eyes full of stars you always loved so much. you hear a whispered 'i miss you' before he captures your lips again this time more roughly. one of his hand rests at the back of your neck, the other finding your waist as he brings you closer.

wonbin walks you back to your bed, gently helping you down as he climbs on top of you. his lips never leave yours, tongues slowly dancing together as he presses you against the mattress. kisses get lost on your jaw and neck, you gently pull on his hair and makes him look at you again. you're not his anymore. you still kiss him, it's almost a sad making out as if you were both saying goodbye forever to each other. with his kiss, there's the weight of the past and wonbin's mistakes, the greed that changed him and broke your heart, there's the tears you shared. when wonbin's tongue fights with yours, there's the melody of his every song, there's his soft giggles as you read his lyrics out loud and the feeling of his even breath in your neck when he fell asleep holding you.

there's you, there's him, and there's diamond sea. wonbin's dreams are fulfilled as you bring his face closer, you breath heavily against his now swollen lips and you waste no time pressing yours against his again. there's no past or future, there's only this one moment where nothing is real. music and hopes are long forgotten.

wonbin finally breaks the endless kiss and rests his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes and savors the feeling of your hand in his hair. the way your fingers swirl the messy strands while your fingertips rub his scalp, wonbin feels like he's stuck in a time loop. he's far away, months ago before everything went downhill. he's falling asleep on your chest, arms wrapped securely around your waist as you play with his hair, a gesture that would always put him to sleep.

wonbin sits up on the bed and you do the same. you look at each other like idiots, it's awkward and you don't know what to do next. should wonbin stay the night? should you forgive him everything? should you throw him out and cry for hours? all you know right now is the fireworks lighting up in your chest as you meet wonbin's eyes once again. he takes your hand and kisses your fingers.

"thank you. for everything."

wonbin takes his water bottle and lets the cold liquid drip down his face and neck, wetting his grey shirt. he knows summer festivals are hot but on stage it's even hotter. anton fans himself with his hand and sion adjusts the last strings of his bass before wonbin steps back into the middle of the stage.

here they are. thousand of faces that look a diamond sea as they play their last song before the main act's set. their music gathered a large crowd, way over wonbin's hopes. the public plays with him, they cheer for his band and for his friends, they dance along the songs he wrote in his bedroom. diamond sea is about to become something, something he always dreamed of.

in the crowd, there's you. through the hot weather and all the people, you stayed to see wonbin taking the next step of his future.

"we have one last song and it's brand new! thank you for being with us and don't forget diamond sea! for you, here's crystal ball."

wonbin looks right into your eyes as he speak. for you. his soft voice takes you back to his bedroom with your fingers tangled together, it surrounds you and makes you feel fluffy and light. like an angel, like heaven. and wonbin smiles. you smile too.

oh, crystal ball, crystal ball

save us all, tell me life is beautiful

mirror, mirror on the wall

oh, crystal ball, hear my song

i'm fading out, everything i know is wrong

so put me where i belong

[wooahoe]

gazing the blue sky, blooming again, i want to be someone’s everything

i was living in a moment but i met you, and i realized that everything has a reason

fallin’ flower; jeonghan x reader (jeonghan is prob more fae or siren here than peter pan but i mean it’s all up to interpretation so !!)

for my moots, who are all collectively having yoon jeonghan-related crashouts

who should i do next? songs for all members have been decided ! so please check the series masterlist, and let me know who you want to see next :)

THANK YOU TO SOUSY FOR BETAING 😭😭😭 ILY BAE

wc: 576

mlist — 🎧 farewell neverland ʚɞ — peter pan au — @maestro-net

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excerpt from where i describe seventeen’s voices but not in the way you expected: light, fluffy cream-covered cake from the pseudo-french-that’s-actually-korean bakery, topped with fruit that’s somehow always in season

jeonghan is an enigma. he is mischievous; it is in his nature to play pranks and tease you. you know it all comes from a place of love, which is why you join him in his playful banter. but there are times where he is so, so sweet to you that you wonder if you really know him at all

are you okay? he asks

tears spill down your face. you wish you could be anywhere else in this moment, in any other situation, but you aren’t

you’re here. with him, and that might be the only good thing about this situation

so you take a deep breath and face the music

jeonghan is the ocean. the waves crash along the shore and the steady flow of the tide is soothing. it calms your heart, and lulls you into a sense of security. whether it is false or not, you don’t really care

but the ocean is also terrifying. it’s a vast expanse of the unknown. it’s unforgiving. it’s a deep, seemingly bottomless void, and it’ll gladly take you as a sacrifice for whatever motives it has

and so you have to remind yourself that the ocean is also beautiful. it’s full of undiscovered wonders, and the way the light hits it just right makes it burst into a thousand diamonds, sparkling across the bay

do you ever wish you could be human?

hmm. it’s complicated

how so?

humans can die

you look at him, confused

what do you mean?

when you’ve lived for as long as i have, you realize that everyone and everything you love…it leaves you, eventually

which is why i can’t love you, he wants to say, but he keeps the last part to himself

you wonder who hurt him, who caused him to be this way

because through all the teasing and whiplash there’s also someone longing to be seen. someone who hides behind one thing but longs to be cherished as another

he takes your hand in his, and all of a sudden you’re transported somewhere else

you realize that you’re seeing the world through his eyes. he’s seen so much, and your heart aches when you realize he’s been alone for nearly all of it

you whisper his name in silent reverence

but this time, there’s no quip. no snarky comeback

just a sad smile

to love jeonghan is to love yourself

there‘s the idea that applies to the concept of motherless daughterhood, the idea that one must become their own mother in order to make up for the one they have lost. in a similar fashion, you have had learn to love yourself unconditionally, because nobody else would

but you don’t have to anymore. because now, there’s someone who will take that burden off of you. and you reassure him that it’s not a burden, because you want to do the same for him, too

hannie?

he turns to look at you. and his breath catches when he does, and you can’t help but flush at his actions. he chuckles at this, and hums in response

can i kiss you?

his eyes widen in response

yah. you can’t just say things like this to me! do you even-mmph!

you cut off his rambling with your lips on his

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a/n: idk man

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[motherish]

🎧 I have this on repeat 😌

🧶 Now that I’ve finished Dr. Stone (super amazing I seriously loved it. some parts got me like ? but STILL GOOD) I’ve picked up TMGS3 again and this time I’m going to romance Ruka! 🤭 Can I tell you how HARD it is to move on from my baby Kouichi!!? 😭 What we had was SPECIAL!! 😭😤 👇 He showed up at the flower shop I work at and Ruka works there also! So MC is like “oh Ruka isn’t here right now” and he says “I wasn’t here to see him.” …. 😃 STOP PLAYIN WITH ME!! 😀 MY GOD and I’m listening to music as this happens and tell me why PNB Rock “Friends” starts to play in the background!! 😑 😒 Don’t TEMPT me Frodo! I do wanna say that Ruka is a freak. 🧐 Kouichi is so reserved he treats you like a LADY. RUKA?? 🥸 He wants to fuck you. He basically says it. It’s insane and a huge jump from quiet reserved Kouichi LOLLL

🍎 Speaking of wanting to fuck, I am feeling some type of wayyyyy for Caleb IM IN DEEP!!! 🏊 I’m spelunking in the world of CALEB! 🧗‍♀️🕳️ This man has become apart of my everyday LIFE! This MEANS something to me now like.. 👇 how did I get here. 👩‍🏫 This game has me stressing trying to collect diamonds for whenever a new Caleb card jumps out! 🔬 A 5 STAR ONE! I need to be threatened again!! I will just forever love those insane types I’m sorry. 🥴 The more my life could be in danger the more I love you. 😶 In FICTION! Weenie hut jr irl ok. I need a warm glass of milk and someone to read me a bedtime story and kiss my forehead in my real life. 👶 Fictional? IM SCUM!!! 🦠 SOON as Caleb jacked me up in that one card like I weighed nothing ?? I KNEW he was the one!! 👰 And his story …. 👁️ MC matches his energy it’s so 👌.

🍨 I’ve been working a lot on me. Or trying to. I think sometimes it’s hard to sit down and really take a good look at yourself. Who you are as a person and how you navigate as that person in the world. Amongst the people that you love. I bought this book called The Tao of Inner Peace a while back, and while I am still going through it. I feel as if I’ve read a lot of good things that I could utilize in my everyday life. The problem is that I haven’t been. 🫠 I’ve been thinking a lot about my tone. How the way I respond to some things and the cadence just isn’t as nice as it could be. Then I thought about how I’ve been reading this book and haven’t been practicing any of what I’ve read. 🫥

🧦 I had a situation happen where I got this new hard drive and it just went kaput. 🙃 Kaput with ALL MY IMPORTANT STUFF ON IT!!! Like I was in the process of backing things up TWICE but I hadn’t done it yet. Which meant that this hard drive had my only copy of like..over a decade of photos and art and whatever else. 🙂 I was PISSED I was so upset!! My ONLY comfort was the fact that Goro wasn’t on that drive. I didn’t feel comfortable putting my sims stuff on there (not even sure why I felt that way but thank you past me) so I kept it on the original drive. I think if I lost Goro I would have lost my actual mind. I made him in 2017 and I’ve only gotten more attached to him as the years go by so that woulda felt like an actual DEATH I’m not even kidding. ANYWAY! Long story short I had to get this program that helps retrieve files from corrupted drives and I found that good news: my stuff all managed to get saved 🥳 but bad news: it’s allllll jumbled up. 😁 I had the joy of having all my things returned to me, but I could only focus on the long and arduous process of going through it all, so I stayed upset.

💩 I hate being upset. I hate hate hate keeping myself down in a hole when I KNOW I don’t have to. I’ve come to learn that none of it really serves me. Cause ME staying miserable doesn’t solve anything! I just wasted another day constantly reminding myself how mad I should be! I thought about the Tao of Inner Peace. How I could reframe my mind. How, while this whole situation is frustrating. I still have my things. And that ALONE is something to celebrate. It’s frustrating now, but it’s not forever. I took some deep breaths, and told myself it’ll be okay. Cause it will be. I’ve been doing this a lot lately. Just taking deep breaths if I feel myself sinking and giving myself that pause to recalibrate. It’s been helping. 💆

🐦‍⬛ I feel good! I feel very good. 🐛 My mood has been the best I feel it’s ever been in like.. months lol not to say I walk around like this DARK CLOUD all the time! But I’ve just been feeling better and thinking better. I keep the book of Tao in the back of my mind. I bought “the courage to be disliked” as well as some other philosophy books and I am so excited to crack them open! 📖🪱Sometimes, you know that life can be different, that YOU can be different, but you’re not sure how. Or what steps to take. For me, books like these help point me in the right direction. 🪴

WOO I rambled! And I coulda rambled more but let me stop right here! TIL next time! 🍀

[innerdreamercollective]

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[pasagip]

SLAMBOOK!!!!!

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Name: Maena Asenath M. Cerbito

Nickname: Menggay

Me, At the moment

Favorites

Color: White

Holiday: Christmas ✨

Animal: Dog🐶

Food: Chicken

Restaurant: (wala ata mhie bukod sa jabee at mcdo, idk if restaurant sila sorry😭)

Smell: Bare Vanilla

Sound: boses nya😚

Word: Motivated

Celebrity: Julia Roberts

Subject: English

Website: Tumblr.com 😆

Book: What happened to you?

Tv show: (di nako nanonood sorry)

Movie: Pretty Woman

Character: Vivian Ward

Game: Mobile Legends

Sport: Bicycle (tama ba? basta pagbabike)

Hobby: Listening to music and watch movies

Now Playing 🎧

Songs I'm loving right now:

Bluer than Blue // Michael Johnson

I bet you think about me // Taylor Swift

It's in the way that you use it // Eric Clapton

My life theme song:

Are you satisfied? // Marina and the diamonds

Song I can't stand:

Elevate ( sorry 😭😭😭😭)

5 things I want to do before I'm 60:

Attend my favourite bands concert

Secure the future of my family

Spend my time for the things I love

Buy anything I want

Travel the world with him

Top 3 things I'm good at:

mag-assume

crochet (i guess)

kumanta (sabi nila e)

Secret Talent:

Photography (sabi din ng iba)

Poetry (but di ganun kagaling)

I wish I were good at:

Drawing

3 things I'll never do but ask me again in 5,10, 50 years

Drink alcohol too much

Buy expensive things

Do make-up

One thing we should do together:

Be happy 😚✨

[cocajimmycola]

Butch Transmasc Vriska , Libramasculine Terezi & Catgender Dirk icons . For @felonsgenders

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rotten angelcake ⇾ m.list [M]

​⎡She’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten⎤

⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, slow burn-ish, smut, fluff, angst

⌁ summary; this is a series following the complicated relationship between a sugar baby, sugar daddy and his corruption kink.

⌁ warnings; mentions and depictions of vaping, mentions and consumption of alcohol, taehyung has a corruption kink, mullet!taehyung (yes, bestie this is a fucking warning), dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, ass enthusiast!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex... other warnings to be disclosed before each chapter.

⌁ banner/border by jen ( @itaeewon​ )

⌁ status; ongoing

⌁ 🎧 now playing... ✩

⌁ please fill this form out if you would like to be tagged

i. art gallery | 13k | 

taehyung’s generosity does not begin and end with money. it is something else entirely when his diamond rings scratch between your legs.

ii. research and development | 6.6k | 

taehyung never plays around when it comes to business. he just loves playing with you.

iii. the geraldson residence | 8.8k | 

you run your mouth too much. now your ass gets it. 

iv. d-d-d-dim sum | 9k | 

you’re not feeling well tonight. but being with taehyung always makes things better.

v. marco polo | 4.2k | 

you run into someone you no longer belong to. taehyung still thinks you need reminding.

vi. buzz off | 4.1k | 

taehyung sends you a gift. you call him for help.

vii. lunch break | 7.6k | 

 unresolved tensions linger. taehyung tears them apart.

viii. roadtrip | 7.7k |

you keep yourselves entertained on a long car ride to the Kims.

ix. daegu | 13.3k | 

your first night at the kims does not go as expected.

x. kim’s cottage | 14.7k | 

uncertainties captivate you. though, they are not at all as enthralling as taehyung.

xi. take the day off  | 16.5k |

“That didn’t seem to get her anywhere.” // “And where are you hoping this gets you?” // On my knees. 

xii. in the wings | 9.3k |

late to the theatre, you're caught in taehyung’s grip. pleasure and power collide and you find yourself in an interesting position. 

xiii. the mysterious angel of seoul | 9.9k |

the world is desperate to know who you are, but taehyung is the only voice that matters.

xiv. the edge of us | 5.5k |

you’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous and taehyung’s words are the only anchor keeping you from falling–or so you hope.

ও let me ease your curiosities ~ fqa

how long is this series?

your guess is as good as mine. 

when will you update?

official updates page is coming soon. 

how are you going to juggle all your series?

no idea. i have decided to follow inspiration rather than a schedule for the most part.  

is this an interactive series?

in some ways, yes. you can request what you would like to see from the couple here. If it does not go against their character arches or the story timeline, i will try to write a drabble for it. 

what are rotten scraps?

it is a collection of drabble that may not fit into the current chronology/plot progression of the series. 

ও rotten scraps ~ more RAC

i. the one with the christmas tree | 3k |

you can never stay mad at taehyung... not when he finally blesses your lips with a kiss.

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

[nrc-broadcasting]

I don't know wether you are taking requests right now so if/when you are I hope you can do this-

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Hello! I'm Amelia and I just wanted to know, do you have any tips for being confident? I have very little confidence in myself and whatever I do so I wanted to know if you could give me some advice! If you're not too busy that is! I would hate to burden you...

Best Believe I’m Still Bejeweled

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First off, I’m sorry for being inactive, I’m pretty sure I failed to post for 2 weeks conservatively at the least. However, I am back and I will be making up for the time lost there will be two more posts within the week to make up.

“Hello, Amelia! Here’s how I see it,” Yuu starts.

“Let’s identify your lack of confidence as a problem…which means you have to solve it. The first step to problem solving is:” They pause to give listeners time to answer, which they might not hear, but they’re trying to get everyone on the same page.

“Identify said problem, of course; but in this case, we need to identify where it stems out from. The source, if you will. ‘What’s making you feel like that?’ is the question we’ll have to ask first.” They hum, satisfied in they way they delivered their words.

“Is it a person talking down to you? Distance yourself, cut them off. Then, talk yourself up! Because they sure won’t do it for you,” Yuu smirks.

“But if you still won’t, I’ll start for you,” A soft smile graces their features.

“I may not know you, but I will never, never get tired of saying this, repeating it, even if I fade to become nothing but a disembodied voice in your memories,”

“I’m proud of you, you deserve every single star in the sky and everything beyond.” They say, surprised by their own words.

Embarrassed, they clear their throat.

“Excuse me, it seems like spending time around Rook has rubbed onto me.” They scratch their face sheepishly.

“Anyways! Back to the topic!” They clap, the sharp sound echoing through the broadcasting room.

“To heighten your confidence, thinking about all that you’ve achieved, thinking you can do nothing will not help in cases like these.” They start to ramble.

“Also, stop being humble, go flaunt yourself to the world. Don’t mind what people say, what are they going to do? You’re a diamond waiting to shine!”

“And a diamond’s gotta shine.” Yuu raises their eyebrows at their words, not expecting to discover another analogy they can use.

“Let’s go back, regarding toxic environments. They usually cause people to lose confidence in themselves and project their insecurities onto others, so to avoid being the cause of someone else’s insecurities, surround yourself with positive people.”

“But environments aren’t the only factors coming into play here; how you act towards said environment can make or break yourself.” They say, making random hand gestures.

“Because what good will a healthy environment be if you sabotage it? By ‘sabotaging it,’ I mean comparing yourself to others.”

“Everyone is different, why would you compare yourself to someone who has a different personality, a different mindset and vary from you in a myriad of ways? Everyone has their weaknesses, but also strengths.”

“So, focusing in nurturing your own talents and strengths will do more good than comparing yourself.” They puff their cheeks out, seemingly finished with their rant.

“Think of it this way, you’re not the only one who feels like this. If you interact with people, you’ll find that your insecurities, your dreams, everything; likely aren’t rare.”

“There are times that you’ll feel you only have yourself, and that’s okay! As long as you know you can rely on yourself, you’ll brave through anything.”

“And one last thing,” Yuu says, noticing the timer they have for every question running out.

“A healthy mindset starts with a healthy body. I don’t care if you think you’ve ‘gained too much weight’ or ‘don’t deserve it,’ some people need will need tough love and I will not hesitate to demonstrate that myself.”

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

[usanyan]

the sounds of park wonbin 🎵

a series of music and songs around riize's wonbin. made for briize and for wonbin. inspired by wonbin. written by @ usanyan

the following contents might contain smut or dark themes. read at your own risk. all rights reserved to @ usanyan.

NOW PLAYING 🎧

maniac (conan gray 🎵 maniac...)

sad summer daze (all time low 🎵 summer daze...)

young and so in love (glass animals 🎵 creatures in heaven...) ⚠️

panic station (muse 🎵 panic station...) ⚠️

crybaby (waterparks 🎵 crybaby...)

shadow (måneskin 🎵 read your diary...) ⚠️

diamond sea (keane 🎵 crystal ball...)

not warriors (waterparks 🎵 not warriors...)

ABOUT @ USANYAN ⭐️

usanyan is 24. usanyan uses he/him pronouns. usanyan only writes for wonbin as of now. usanyan likes cats, riize, tattoos, pop punk, trinkets, keychains and plushies. usanyan doesn't take requests. usanyan will not write noncon.

thank you for caring about @ usanyan.

[djdenise0477]

3 events February events for DJ Denise • FOLLOW MY IG STORIES to see where I’m at. Thursday Feb. 9th 8pm-1am 917 Main Street Vancouver @lips.events 🌈⚠️COBALT ANNOUNCEMENT⚠️🌈 After a HUGE opening night, we are back with our next Thursday at the Cobalt!! It's love month, so come feel alllllllllll the love surrounded by our beautiful community on February 9th! ❤️ The Cobalt is an ICONIC Vancouver venue with a longstanding queer history. Known in our community as Vancouver's unofficial official lesbian bar! After being closed for 5 years, they are now open!! Our Thursdays: -Burlesque showcases throughout the night by @mxalexaborealis & @holly_graphic_ ! -DJ dance party with the sweet tunes of @djdenise35 ! -A private, ticketed event just for us! 💕💕 -No clique-y-ness!! We pride ourselves on facilitating a space that is kind, welcoming and a super fun time! The rumour is that this city is cold and clique-y...but not us baby!! Tickets are on sale. Check links in the bio. We will have a limited amount of door tickets for $35! (ps, we sold out last time!!) 🤭😪 💕A portion of ticket profits from all events in February will be donated to the @vancouverblacktherapyfund. 💕 Friday February 10th 9pm -1am • 6 Powell Street The Diamond special guest DJ @djdenise35 playing @thediamondgastown It’s a mini TAKEOVER. Me solo at The Diamond ♦️ Come request some tracks 🎧💽 Saturday Feb. 11th 7pm-11pm 560 Clark Drive • @outni.ght Black History month is coming so come support BIPOC artists performing at @outni.ght event. Come enjoy Good Music , Good vibe and Good dancing. Outnight is excited to have you with us. #vancouver #vancouverevents #music #musicconcert #creativebc #blackdj #blackfemaledj #audioengineer #outnighteventvancouver #vancouverconcerts #blackhistorymonth (at Xʷməθkʷəy̓əm, Səl̓ilwətaɁɬ, and Sḵwx̱wú7mesh Unceded Territory) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoG8oRzOQQv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hopeless-weakness]

2021 Books I’ve Read

267/75

Christmas with a Billionaire by Carole Mortimer, Maisey Yates & Joss Wood

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Billionaire under the Mistletoe by Carole Mortimer

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This started off at full speed. Sophie offers to help her cousin’s billionaire boss with all his Christmas needs. Max is the typical arrogant CEO type we want in these situations. The Christian Grey without red rooms and contracts, if you will. Both of them go into this being very judgy with each other, which means there’s sexual tension right off the bat. I liked that there was banter and toeing of the employee line, and the miscommunication over Sophie’s situation. The sparks were hot, I just couldn’t enjoy it properly. There’s so much inner thought and details in the middle of conversations, I had to go back to remember what was being talked about after a response. I prefer dual POV, not a fan of inner thoughts running together, needing to decipher who’s thinking what. Especially during sexual moments! Marriage, it’s the Christmas miracle…that I didn’t wish for.

4/10 Dirty Birdy

8/10 Instalove

7/10 The CEO Type

Snowed in with Her Boss by Maisey Yates

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From the very start, there’s comfortable banter, and you can tell Luc and Amelia have bonded great over the years working together. For most people, Luc is hard to deal with. But Amelia isn’t bothered by him. She mostly deals with him through humor. Which really, has built sexual tension. Luc is French, which meant I spent the whole time waiting for dirty sweet nothings to be whispered in French. Being the control boss he is, Luc makes Amelia join him on a work trip, where they fake a relationship and then get snowed in. And while the result of the forced proximity is expected, it’s everything else that’s not! This one has another Christmas miracle…but at least this one wasn’t instalove.

My Favorite Quotes:

•”If you want me to stay over here, I want you to say so. Now.”

•”Does it feel like there’s anything unsexy about you?”

•”You don’t need lace. You only need to be you.”

•”I feel like this is the moment I’ve been waiting for since the day we met.”

•”Have yourself a merry little Christmas, jackass.”

6/10 Dirty Birdy

5/10 Forced Proximity

6/10 Workplace Romance

A Diamond for Christmas by Joss Wood

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There’s so much good stuff with this one! Long time friends, they work together, best friends with his sister, past hookups, strong feelings! And everything goes off the rails when Riley puts in her notice and James loses his mind! He definitely won’t make it easy for her, and she plays right into it. Their pasts, together and separate, definitely have control over their present and future. All of the issues that James struggles with only makes it harder on Riley’s heart. Riley just wants James to appreciate her for her, and not just her presence at work. FINALLY James figures that out. But it was so beautiful to see him incorporate her work into expressing his love. Making her feel admired, seen, appreciated, and loved. This reads like a full length. Nothing feels cliche, cheesy, or rushed.

My Favorite Quotes:

•”I’ve never forgotten one minute spent with you.”

•”Let’s go to my room. Let me love you.”

•”No regrets, ever.”

•”I’m sorry I can’t be what you want.”

7/10 Dirty Birdy

7/10 Second Chance

8/10 Workplace Romance

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