Insulate |〆[Taeyong x Reader AU] | ✔

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The sun shines brightly on the two figures lying comfortably in bed. Taeyong blinks his eyes open and stretches, accidentally waking [Y/n] up. Or maybe the latter was already awake, observing her partner while he slept.

[Y/n] gently places her hand on his cheek, caressing it slowly. "Good morning," he greets in a gruff sleepy voice. The sound of his low voice makes [Y/n]'s cheeks heat up slightly as she smiles back at him, "Hi."

They both giggle and cuddle closer; their activities from a few hours before had them both glowing in happiness and excitement. "Sleep well, baby?" Taeyong asks, stroking [Y/n]'s hair. "Mmh, best sleep I've had in a while."

After a late lunch and about 2 more rounds they had fallen asleep, limbs tired and tangled.

She offers a small smile but Taeyong frowns. "What do you mean 'in a while'? Have you not been sleeping well?" He asks, concerned.

"It's not that... I just slept better since you were next to me," [Y/n] explains, slightly blushing; she buries her face in his chest in order to hide her embarrassment.

"Who would've thought that we'd one day end up like this?" Taeyong questions rhetorically but [Y/n] does mumble an answer.

"My mom."

Taeyong raises a confused eyebrow, "Are you serious right now?"

"My mom wanted us together, it's so freaking weird," she elaborates, chuckling afterwards.

Taeyong didn't think it was weird; he had been crushing on [Y/n] for years and thought it only made sense if her parents noticed at some point. "Oh, yeah. I think I remember her saying something about you having a crush on me when we were younger," Taeyong lies smoothly.

[Y/n] winces and tries to get out of his hold but Taeyong only tightens his arms around her. Her reaction proves that his false statement turned out to be true. It was crazy to think that his feelings were reciprocated even back then.

"Wow, we could've gotten together such a long time ago," Taeyong says, imagining what it would have been like to kiss [Y/n]'s cheek and hold her hand when they were in high school.

They lay in comfortable silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence, until Taeyong holds [Y/n]'s chin and tilts her head to press their lips together. [Y/n] is surprised by the action but welcomes it nonetheless.

Before things could go any further, Taeyong is already pulling away. "What time is it?"

It takes a moment for [Y/n] to process the question, her mind already being elsewhere. She looks to her bedside table, "Almost 4 PM. Why?"

Taeyong separates himself from [Y/n]'s warmth, "I forgot something important I have to do." He gets out of bed and makes his way towards the bathroom to shower and leave soon after.

Exhausted, [Y/n] had fallen asleep while Taeyong took a shower but when she woke, he was nowhere to be seen. There was a note saying he'd be back in a little over an hour and that he'd call if he were to come back any later.

It was almost midnight now.

She stares at the red numbers of the digital clock on her bedside table, watching anxiously as they change again.

11: 52 PM.

Where was he?

〆〆〆

[Y/n] falls asleep again towards 3 in the morning. She had left multiple messages and called over and over again but without any luck.

When Taeyong silently walks through the front door at 5 in the morning, the first thing he notices is [Y/n]'s sleeping figure on the couch. He bites his lip anxiously, already worrying about what she might say if she were awake.

He carries her to the bedroom and pulls the covers, taking one last glance at her before walking out. Not wanting to disturb [Y/n]'s slumber and feeling as if he didn't deserve to lay next to her today, Taeyong decides he should be the one to sleep on the couch.

His sleep doesn't last long, however, as he's brought out of dream land a few hours later.

"What the fuck?" Taeyong exclaims after he lands on the floor, startled awake by something hitting him in the face. He goes to pull out a weapon but quickly realizes he's not in any kind of serious danger and that it was only an angry looking [Y/n] holding a pillow.

She steps towards him, looking extremely angry, "Where the hell were you yesterday? I was worried sick, you weren't even answering your phone."

"I... was busy... at work," he says plainly.

[Y/n] stares at him, incredulous and unbelieving. Did he seriously think that answer would satisfy her? Was this really all he could come up with after disappearing all night? She needed a solemn explanation.

"What kind of fucking job do you do takes all night?"

Taeyong wasn't used to being spoken to that way. Everyone always treated him with respect and never questioned him, doing what he ordered almost mindlessly. He snaps, "That's none of your fucking business."

[Y/n]'s eyes widen in surprise and there's a long silence. Taeyong realizes his mistake and is about to apologize but it's [Y/n] who speaks up first, "Right. You're not at all important to me so why should I even worry," she states blankly, fists tightened at her sides.

"Baby, you know I didn't mean that," Taeyong sighs, standing up. He puts a comforting hand on [Y/n]'s shoulder, "I'm sorry I came home late but as you can see," he gestures to himself, "I'm fine so there's no need to stress about it. I just went out with friends after the job was done and lost track of time. I'm a grown man and I can take care of myself, okay?"

"You almost cried when you cut your finger while cooking the other day."

Taeyong hides his hand with the pink bandage behind his back, "It really hurt!"

[Y/n] finally cracks a smile at his behavior, shaking her head in amusement. "Grown man, my ass," she mumbles and Taeyong's own smile disappears.

"I fucked you through the mattress 3 times yesterday, baby. Stop giving me that attitude unless you want me to punish you," Taeyong whispers and [Y/n]'s jaw drops along with the pillow she was previously holding.

"How the hell do you go from childish to daddy so damn quickly?" She slaps her hand over her mouth directly after speaking and looks away.

Taeyong takes a step closer, entering her personal space bubble. He leans in close to her ear, "So you think I'm daddy, huh?" He whispers, emphasizing the word.

[Y/n] tries to step back but trips on over the pillow lying behind her, landing on the carpet. "T-That wasn't supposed to come out... I know it's weird—"

In the blink of an eye, Taeyong is on top of her, cutting the rest of her sentence off with a hard kiss. [Y/n] is completely breathless, grasping Taeyong's shirt as his body leans over her's on the carpeted floor. Her legs go around his waist, bringing him closer. Their crotches meet and [Y/n] is surprised when she feels something solid against her core, making her gasp. Taeyong pulls [Y/n]'s bottom lip with his teeth as they separate, both breathing heavily from the lack of air.

"On the contrary," Taeyong kisses from [Y/n]'s collarbone all the way to her ear where he whispers, "it's totally hot."

[Y/n] whimpers, trying to press their bodies closer, needing to feel his skin on hers. "Taeyong, please—"

"No," he quickly says and [Y/n] frowns in confusion, but before she could say anything more, her unasked question is answered.

"I want you to call me Daddy."

[Y/n]'s eyes widen but she nods frantically, heart beating fast at the thought of what's to come.

Taeyong scoops her into his arms, making his way towards the bedroom. He doesn't waste any time tearing her clothes off and getting down to business.