Found You Again

found you again

◚ requested

→ i love your writing style! my request would be something with (sub) taeyong where reader and him are exes who had to break up due to career reasons but years later they meet again and realize they're still in love and makeup? you can play with the concept as it suits you of course, thank you!

✄┈ warnings/tags: so sorry for the wait and also the shitty ending TT not edited

↬ word count: 4.8k

↬ published: 03.01.22

a young man stared at the flashing lights in front of him, professional eyes catching each lens as he fixed his pose every few seconds. "mr. lee, over here!" multiple varieties of the phrase seemed to be shouted at once, each photographer trying to catch the man's attention. "marvelous! you look wonderful, mr. lee." he endured these comments for a minute more, silently wondering when this nightmare would all be over.

he couldn’t even tell where he was looking, eyes blinded and ears deafened by the commands being thrown his way left and right. while this was all too familiar for him, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculed under the lights. it strangely brought him back to a moment he wanted to forget and remember all at the same time. he tolerated the environment for what seemed like an eternity longer before bowing his head, eyes squeezing shut in an embrace with darkness. his head stayed bowed less than five seconds before he turned, numb legs shuffling him away from being the center of attention. he felt like bile could rise from his throat at any moment, throat closing and eyes watering—he couldn’t breathe.

he kept low, finally letting his exterior crack in the slightest when he was shielded by the embrace of who he figured was his bodyguard. he didn’t know where he was being escorted to—all he cared for was his legs not letting out on him and the cameras not capturing the moment of this downfall.

fingertips steadily tapped along his arm as he was moved almost in a calming “i’m here” notion and the tempo served as a guide to his unbalanced breathing.

in through your nose.

out your mouth.

in.

out.

in…

it was when he was deafened by silence and blinded by darkness that he collapsed.

“i’m serious doyoung!” taeyong whisper yelled to his best friend.

“sure, whatever you say, taeyong. you’re not single and i can’t sing.”

“i’m telling the truth, we’ve been dating for a month.”

“as i said—”

all of a sudden the door to the classroom was forced open presenting a student frantically looking around. once their eyes met taeyong’s, an alarming smirk overtook their features, “lee taeyong, y/n is looking for you.”

a chorus of gasps sounded, the students whispering amongst themselves, “y/n from class 1a?!”

taeyong gained a bashful glow to his cheeks before he stuck his tongue out at his friend and left to where he was beckoned. he stepped foot outside his classroom door meeting y/n soon in the hallway. the students from taeyong’s class peeked their heads from any opening, curious as to what was going to happen.

y/n lowered his book, a kind smile gracing his features as he walked up to taeyong, “hi.”

“oh my gosh, he said hi to him!” someone fawned in the background, hushed yells being aimed at them for ‘blowing their cover,’ as if multiple heads peeking into a hallway wasn’t obvious to the eye.

“hello.”

sunlight ricocheted off the blinding white of snow. two boys sat upon the iced blanket, thick coats shielding their skin and fleece scarves flowing about in a weak attempt at protecting their winter-bitten noses. however, the boys seemed to pay no mind to the cold, bodies warmed by the emanation of romance.

y/n sniffled and looked over at taeyong, “what time should i have you home by?”

taeyong looked up at the sky, leaning back on his arms. the hard snow crunched under his movement, filling the silence. y/n waited for his answer, eyes set on the younger in a warm gaze, while taeyong just waved his head side to side before looking at y/n and smiling, “can you stay the night?”

a toothy grin plopped on y/n’s lips at the unexpected response, “you didn’t even answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer mine,” taeyong stuck his tongue out.

y/n raised his eyebrows as a ‘yes’ and taeyong giggled, starting to get up. “good because i have to be home in 10 minutes.”

“what?!”

y/n scrambled to get up with him, struggling because of the thick coat he had on. “why didn’t you say something?”

taeyong shrugged his shoulders, turning around to walk backward as y/n followed him, “i lost track of time.” y/n stared at him, dumbfounded; but the large smile and glittery eyes the younger held washed away all the panic and frustration he was starting to feel.

they arrived at taeyong’s house with only a half-minute to spare at the cost of tight lungs from their legs reaching speeds they thought impossible and the soreness of their hands and knees from slipping and falling on the ice, but it was worth-it when taeyong’s parents deemed y/n trustworthy enough to stay a night in their home—especially on a school night.

after stuffing their bellies full of the kimchi soup and rice taeyong’s mother so graciously served up, they were now settled in taeyong’s room with a certain privilege that made their teenage hearts alight with rebellious romance: they could keep the door closed.

taeyong would tease his older sister about being able to have the door closed when his boyfriend was over but even she didn’t know he was gay, so he’d have to keep the taunting to himself for now.

and after making sure no one was around his door, the fun could begin.

taeyong was sitting shyly next to y/n on his bed, looking around every corner of the room to try and keep his eyes off his boyfriend. boyfriend, the word made him feel giddy. this was his first relationship and what surprised him, even more, was that the school’s it-boy liked him back.

“so…” they both began, a blush settling on taeyong’s cheeks while y/n softly smiled, urging the other to go first.

taeyong cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair in nervousness. “uh, so… do you…” come on, come on, he begged himself not to screw this up, “d-do you…” he palmed his forehead in frustration at not being able to spit it out.

“i don’t know why i’m so embarrassed to ask,” he began to audibly mumble to himself, “you’re my boyfriend already, i mean how hard should it be to ask your boyfriend to kiss you? i know it’s our first kiss, but sti—”

a breathy laugh left y/n’s lips at the boy’s unintentional confession, placing his hands on taeyong’s cheeks before bringing their lips together, the younger letting out a gasp and eyelids fluttering close. y/n pulled back after a second, thumb swiping across his boyfriend’s cheek, “was that okay?” taeyong opened his eyelids, lips stuttering as he rapidly nodded his head. the hair on the back of his head shook with each nod, y/n noticing and bringing his palm to rest on the back of his head, a giddy smile on his face at how cute the boy was.

taeyong closed his eyes again and puckered his lips, y/n cheesing before bringing their lips together once more. taeyong let y/n take control of the kiss, his head being tilted by the hands on his cheeks, a soft hum leaving his lips as his tongue met y/n’s.

‘oh my gosh, is your first kiss supposed to be this good?’ taeyong thought to himself; all the first kiss stories he heard were horrible. well, doyoung’s was the only one he heard about… and his sister when she came home crying about how bad her first kiss was to her mother… but hearing about how first kisses are messy, teeth bump and you hit each other with your noses doesn’t exactly make your mind prepare for the best.

but this kiss, this kiss felt like even taeyong was experienced. why was y/n so good at guiding him so smoothly?

taeyong started to recline onto the mattress when his door opened. he and y/n pulled away with a quickness, looking to see who had caught them. taeyong’s eyes widened as if the world had ended because lo and behold, there stood his mother, a fruit tray in hand and eyes wide as saucers. he scrambled off the bed, calling out to her when she gave an awkward smile, setting the tray of fruit on the desk by the door, “…just keep the door open from now on please, son.”

the two boys watched as she disappeared from the door frame. they sat like that for a moment, trying to register just what had happened. taeyong turned around, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in shock before he made eye contact with y/n and the two burst into laughter.

“i heard a marine is coming to try and recruit students.” doyoung ate a spoonful of rice as he spoke, a grain being swept from his lip by his tongue.

“really? the marines? i heard that’s the toughest military branch.” taeyong peaked up, giving y/n a giddy smile when the older had placed some of his lunch on taeyong’s tray. today they were serving his favorite, fried pork, and y/n gave him some of his!

y/n joined the conversation so smoothly it shocked the two. “i go to boot camp in three months.”

taeyong dropped the meat from his chopsticks, turning to y/n, “what do you mean?”

“he just said—”

“i’m going to boot camp in three months. i’m joining the marines after we graduate.” y/n ate a spoonful of soup, a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“well how long will that be? i won’t be able to see you every day?”

y/n smiled at taeyong, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. “5 weeks for boot camp and then after that, i’ll do the eighteen months.”

taeyong stared at him with a sad gaze, “but why so soon after school?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of soup, “i figured why not do my service while i’m young and before any other major life events happen.”

at this, taeyong went quiet and the three ate their lunch in silence.

after school, taeyong went to doyoung’s house, giving a farewell hug to y/n before he left on his bike.

doyoung and taeyong were lying on doyoung’s bed, taeyong pouting and spilling his concerns to the younger. “why does he want to go so soon? i mean, we just reached our one-month anniversary and he wants to go to the marines before we’ve even reached half a year?” the boy was curled on his side, glasses shifting awkwardly against his face as his head met the mattress.

“well, i mean you heard him. he wants to get his service over with before he has to face the real world.” doyoung tried to rationalize, finding taeyong’s complaining to be a bit childish, “and besides, like you said, you’ve only been dating for like a month. think of it as a test to your relationship.”

“why do we need our relationship tested?” taeyong was bewildered; how could his best friend even say something like that?

“it doesn’t have to be tested, but even couples who’ve been together for more than a year break up when the guy goes to the army because someone cheats or something. so if you, who’s only been dating for a month, can wait two years for him, what does that say about your relationship?” to taeyong, the words coming from doyoung’s mouth were absolute bullshit.

“what is wrong with you? are you being like this because you’re single?”

doyoung placed a hand over his heart from where he lay, feign offense being expressed on his face. “ouch, what a low blow, yong. no! i’m telling you to suck it up, because you’re acting like you don’t have to serve as well. he’s just getting it over with while he’s in his prime physicality.”

taeyong went quiet for a moment when all of a sudden a loud groan left his mouth. “i hate it when you make sense.” doyoung stuck his tongue out, leaning over to grab his phone.

“are you doing anything tomorrow?” it was going to be saturday. a day off from school and a day off from studying—what a dream. granted, doyoung and taeyong didn’t study as much as their parents would have liked them to, but they still got decent grades.

at doyoung’s question, taeyong seemed to perk up as if he had remembered something important, “yes! i’m going to hang out with y/n.” all disdain toward the situation with y/n seemed to disappear as he recalled the plans he’d made with his boyfriend, brain once again muddled over with the footprints of y/n’s being.

doyoung, somewhat expecting the answer, rolled his eyes playfully, “of course.” he locked his hands behind his head, letting his body relax further into the mattress before a mischievous smirk embraced his lips, “you know, i’ll have to fight y/n before he goes to training and gets even stronger.”

taeyong raised a brow at the younger, looking over at him, “and why is that?”

and doyoung replied “he’s stealing my best friend from me,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. taeyong, finding humor in doyoung, laughed and landed a smack on the boy’s arm.

“shut up.”

the next day, taeyong and y/n had met up as planned, walking through a small street filled with shops. they had come across a turkish ice cream stand, taeyong begging y/n to buy him ice cream from there. y/n did so without hesitation, filming and laughing at taeyong try and catch the cone from the vendor.

“stop making fun of me,” taeyong giggled, throwing both hands out toward the cone to try and get it.

“you’re so cute,” y/n cooed, filming the younger. his hand reached out, swiping taeyong’s hair out of his eye, a bright smile on his face.

the vendor eyed the two, a knowing look on his face. he let out a short chortle, finally letting taeyong get the ice cream and taking the payment from y/n.

some hours later, when the sun was just barely beginning to set, the boys had settled on an outdoor table with an umbrella to hide them from the sun’s dying rays.

“i had a lot of fun today, n/n.”

y/n looked at him with an endearing smile, watching the younger bite at the food he bought him minutes ago, “i’m glad you did.”

they sat for minutes longer, basking in the warm afterglow and watching the people walk by, wrapped in their own little worlds. they were just happily sitting together, minds clouded with nothing but satisfaction at their weekend and time spent together. their minds were so clouded in fact, they hadn’t seen the woman walking up to them, legs clad in suit pants and torso fitted with a light blouse.

she was a very beautiful woman: had an authoritative aura to her yet still felt friendly.

and when she had walked up to them and fixed her lips to speak her next words, the turmoil would begin in their relationship.

“do you know the big 3?”

a loud ringing seemed to steadily pulse in the air and taeyong wanted to scream at how it had no regard for his pounding headache or sensitive ears.

why won’t this stupid alarm turn off? he growled to himself, hand shooting out in the proximity around him, feeling around for his alarm clock. but as his arm stretched out, he let out a hiss as there was a painful pulling at the inner crease of his elbow.

keeping his eyes closed and figuring it was just some muscle strain, he let his arm plop back down on the bed. it’ll turn off by itself.

when his arm went down, however, another foreign feeling interrupted him. his fingers clenched and unclenched around the object that was lying right next to his hip, trying to decipher what it was. it took only a few seconds for him to realize it was a human hand, his heart jumping in his throat and body freezing. who is in my bed? did i sleep with someone and forge—

“you’re awake?”

taeyong caught his breath at the voice. it was deep, manly—almost as if it was his first time talking… did he just wake up too?

he opened his eyes, flinching at the bright light in front of him before looking around him. he saw childish paintings on the wall, a leather sofa in the corner of the room, and a small tv hanging above a cabinet.

“why am i in the hospital?” he hadn’t looked at the man yet, but felt comfort in the way his hand was gently being held. it felt familiar, for some reason.

“you blacked out. had a panic attack.”

taeyong’s shoulders tensed, “what about the paparazzi? did they see?” he could hear the breathing of the man, still not looking at him. he couldn't place his finger on it but he was scared to look at him.

“no. i carried you to my car.”

taeyong swallowed thickly, nodding his head and pulling his hand from the man, fingers twitching at the loss of such warm accompaniment. “thank you. i will tell your agency to give you a bonus for your generosity.”

the man fell silent, looking at his empty hands before clasping them together and leaning his head on them.

ten seconds passed of a seemingly minutes long silence before the words just slipped past the man’s mouth after a fit of contemplation.

“for fucks sake, taeyong. can you please just look at me?” his voice broke as he begged.

taeyong swallowed thickly, a tear sliding down his trembling cheek. he knew. “no… y/n.”

the man stared at taeyong in desperation. “please.”

he shook his head, thumbing the tears from his cheeks, “uh-uh.”

y/n sighed, grabbing taeyong’s hand and squeezing his fingers. “why?” taeyong wanted to cry out when he felt a tear hit his fingertips; a tear that wasn’t his.

he shakily inhaled, free hand rapidly wiping at his face as the tears jumped from his waterline, almost as if signifying a surrender.

“because,” he hiccuped, “then i’ll remember it all over again.”

that’s what y/n wanted… and somewhere within, taeyong did too.

“you’re what?!” doyoung yelled out in exasperation, grabbing taeyong by the shoulders and shaking him.

it seemed like taeyong was surprising doyoung quite a lot lately…

“some entertainment company street casted me,” he said as if it were the most casual of sentences.

“are you for real? can you tell them about me? like you won’t audition unless i can too?” doyoung forever fancied singing and had quite the talent for it, taeyong didn’t hesitate to admit. but there was one thing…

“who said i was going to audition?”

“what do you mean?” doyoung thought he had just said the silliest combination of words. “what company was it?”

maybe the company was some noob one, a company that was just going to scam them without facing repercussions because of how little public influence they have.

taeyong looked up to the ceiling, trying to recall the company name. “kbs, mbc… or was it sbs?”

“those are broadcasting stations…”

taeyong’s head tilted to the side, “eh? the lady asked me if i knew what the big three was. aren’t those it?”

doyoung stared at him dumbfounded. “you dumb fuck.”

following taeyong and doyoung’s auditions, the night seemed to settle with cooler caresses and gentle breezes. taeyong called y/n, asking him to hang out with him to ease his mind off the audition. and despite feeling as if the world was caving around him, taeyong felt rather euphoric in the moment, despite the plastic seat of the playground swings digging uncomfortably into his hips.

taeyong swaying back and forth in the wind, lips wrapped around popsicles and numbed by the cold. y/n stood behind him, gently pushing the swing every few seconds. it felt like a moment of childish fun, but the reality of the situation kicked in after a few minutes of lighthearted giggling.

“how’d the audition go?” y/n asked cautiously and taeyong planted his feet on the ground, holding onto the metal chains of the swing. he looked down, kicking at the slushed ground and finishing his popsicle. he had mumbled out a response that fell upon y/n’s ears, the boy shuffling in front of his boyfriend. “what?”

taeyong huffed, his breath leaving evidence of his reaction. “horrible.”

a sympathetic look crossed y/n’s face. he crouched in front of taeyong, his unopened popsicle in hand. he looked up at taeyong, meeting his eyes and bringing his hand up in offering. taeyong’s bottom lip jutted in a pout, body twisting side to side on the swing. y/n picked up on what he was hinting at, laughing and opening the popsicle for him before raising it to his mouth. taeyong leaned forward, licking at the popsicle.

“why didn’t you eat it?” he questioned before going back to the iced treat.

y/n gushed at his cuteness, ruffling taeyong’s hair while responding, “it’s too cold outside for ice cream.”

“it is not!” he laughed. y/n shrugged, hugging himself with one arm while the other still held the popsicle. this felt like the most fun either of them had had in forever. y/n had been studying like crazy the whole time he was in school—there’s a reason he’s in the top 5–and taeyong had been wrapped up in the audition, trying to find some material that’d make him at least seem better than he was.

“what makes you say the audition was horrible?” y/n had now moved to sitting down, with his chin in the crevice of taeyong’s knees.

the boy’s shoulders slumped; “the whole thing! i tripped while i was dancing and no one told me that i had to choose the song to sing!”

y/n nodded along, lips parting when taeyong revealed he wasn’t prepared in the slightest. “so what happened after that?”

taeyong, who was taking another bite of the popsicle squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he recalled the day. he bought his fist to his temple and knocked it a few times, each hit being emphasized with a “stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“i sang the freaking national anthem…”

y/n looked up at him, lips creasing as he held in a laugh. but it was no use as he fell onto his back, limbs spreading out and tearful laughter escaping his throat. taeyong pouted, hopping off the swing and crawling over y/n, snatching the popsicle from his hand and sucking the remnants of the sweet treat.

he landed a slap on y/n’s chest before moving to lie on top of him. the ground was cold against y/n’s back, but his sweater provided enough coverage. y/n swiped the hair from taeyong’s face, a smile on his lips. “well, when you become famous, mr. national anthem,” y/n looked down at him with a bright smile, eyes turning cherry in the cold, night air, “don’t forget me.”

taeyong gasped in horror, “are you crazy?”

“only for you.” y/n was never really one for cheesiness, but he had his moments—and boy, they made taeyong fall even more for him. the younger squealed out, hugging y/n even tighter.

“you’re so cute!” he peppered kisses all over his face before planting his sweet lips on y/n’s. y/n kissed back, a smile on his lips.

almost two months had passed before the final results of doyoung and taeyong’s tedious audition were mailed to them. neither of them opened the letters when they first came in, wanting to share the moment together and open them with each other. hence, taeyong, his family, and doyoung were huddled around their living room. y/n was on his way for moral support as well.

taeyong’s parents stood by, excited for their son; he’d found something he could be passionate about. they would support him no matter what.

when y/n finally arrived, taeyong about fell to his knees dragging him to the living room. “oh, i’m so nervous. hurry!”

“why are you rushing me? you’re the one opening the letter!” y/n retorted, flinching at taeyong’s hands slapping at his shoulders.

“quit!” doyoung spoke up, smiling once all eyes were on him, “come on taeyong. this is a big moment. put your big boy pants on and let’s do this,” he thrust a fist in the air.

everyone held their breaths when taeyong and doyoung dug their thumbs into the envelopes, tearing away at the glue and pulling out the folded pieces of paper.

“mr. lee taeyong, we are delighted to inform you that your final stage audition on the 12th of february 2013 has been received with great expectation…”

“and as of the fifth of april 2013, you are an official trainee of sm entertainment—oh my gosh! we got in!” doyoung threw the paper over his shoulder, jumping into taeyong’s arms.

everyone cheered for the two, genuinely happy for their acceptance. y/n waited until the two were done hugging before he engulfed taeyong in a warm hug. taeyong, excited and overwhelmed with emotions, seemed to devour the warmth and familiarity, becoming smaller in y/n’s arms.

y/n’s lips hovered by taeyong’s ear, “congratulations, yong. i told you you would make it!” and taeyong held him tighter, not wanting to let go.

“thank you,” he hid his face in y/n’s neck, everyone around them gleaming at their friendship.

after the night was over, taeyong and y/n were cuddled and asleep in his room, nothing but happiness fueling their minds and cake and ice cream settling in their bellies.

y/n could only look at him with anger and regret; and as much as he wanted to be mad at taeyong, he could only be mad at himself because he let him get away. no matter how the story was told, y/n was the first to give up, in his mind.

“why don’t you want to remember?”

taeyong shook his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks once again, “because i hurt you and i can never forgive myself for being so stupid.”

y/n wanted to resent taeyong when just before his debut, he told him they could no longer be together. what made it even more destructive for the two was that y/n was just starting his service in the marine corps. if the years to come weren’t physically taxing enough, taeyong had just made it mentally and emotionally worse.

it was partially taeyong’s fault—the ceo of his company had forbidden him from dating, much less with a man. and he’d taken advantage of taeyong’s situation, letting him train for so long without any mention of a dating ban just to tell him “if you want to debut, you can’t be gay.” y/n hated taeyong more than the ceo at that point in time—“how could you throw away what we have just to dance and sing” but it had become taeyong’s dream.

he had no dream when he was in school and if this was the easiest way out to provide for his family, it was worth the risk to him. but now, being in the same room as y/n after all these years made him realize just how stupid he was as a kid. he’d left behind the best thing he had in life for this. he loved being an idol, no doubt, but he felt lonely—never having a moment of privacy or anyone to come home to after a hard day—he just missed y/n.

“i’m sorry.” taeyong spoke after moments of silence, twiddling his thumbs. “i’m sorry for hurting you and leaving you.” he looked up at y/n.

y/n smiled shallowly, taking taeyong’s hands in his again. “it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i loved you and i was stupid to just abandon you like that.” and while taeyong meant to only explain himself, he seemed to dig himself a deeper hole because y/n sighed and let go of his hands, running his own through his hair in silent frustration.

“you loved me?”

“no. i love you. i loved you then and i still do to this day. that’s why i regret it so much.” he watched for any expressions on y/n’s face, but when it didn’t change for some time he quickly followed with, “you don’t have to love me back, i just want you to know i never stopped.”

“i never said i stopped either, yong.”

changkyun ♡ midnight idol ep 141

Knight in Paradise (M)

Synopsis: Your husband is an atrocious ruler and an abysmal king, committing horrors across the land in the name of power and greed. Calling for a complex and intimate coup d’etat, you decide that the best way to prevent from continuing his lineage is to continue it with someone else more deserving of the throne.

Contains: Yang Jeongin x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, fingering, marking kink, breeding kink, creampie, Knight!Jeongin, Queen!reader, arranged marriage/royalty!au.

Bitter rivalries. Thoughtless wars. Power-hungry. Waste of life. These are the things that came to mind whenever you were forced to think of your horrid husband, shivering at the very thought of having to be his beloved until the end of days. He had never shown any type of affection towards you, being more concerned with the way you presented yourself to the court rather than showering you with the love that his beloved queen deserved. But then again, the marriage was a result of a treaty rather than true affection. Everything in your husband’s life had been a product of strategy to get ahead, and you were no exception.

“Your Majesty,” a small voice called from behind you as you sat at your wooden vanity, thoughtlessly admiring the delicate features on your face thanks to your handmaidens. Pulling you away from your thoughtless silence, you turned slightly to face one of your humble servants, her bowing slightly to you as your eyes found hers. As she returned to her upright position, she held her hands in front of her apron nervously while looking at the floorboards, “Sir Jeongin is here to see you, as per your summons.”

You had been standing idly by taking care of this kingdom while your husband goes away almost weekly, waging meaningless wars against the surrounding lands just for the sake of acquiring more land. Your husband didn’t care that his kingdom had already reached a level that could easily be compared to that of Alexander the Great or Julius Caesar himself; he craved violent destruction. As queen of these lands, you made a promise to protect your people and in order to do so, you refuse to produce an heir with someone so evil. Instead, you would much rather produce an heir with someone who you knew would be the best fit for king. Someone like Jeongin.

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This is the second part of a request someone asked for (the first part is here). As I stated in the other part, I absolutely love Baekhyun so I got really into writing this 😂😅. First my heart went 🥵🤤🔥 then it went 🥺💞🥰 so get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions :) (part 1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!college fuckboy!Baekhyun, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, mommy kink, VERY rough sex, and VERY fluffy aftercare.

Love? (Part 2)

Baekhyun let out a loud whimper into your mouth as you slammed him against the wall in your hallway. The kiss was intense, teeth clashing together as your tongues fought for dominance even though you both knew who would win. You only pulled away for a second to pull his shirt over his head before he leaned forward to kiss you again. You let out a surprised grunt, pulling away slightly to giggle at his enthusiasm. 

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Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Dating a brat is exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire is even more exhausting so you wonder, why did I even agree to this?

It’s a continuation of Love Bites but can be read separately because it’s really just 12k long of vampire porn with no real plot.

Warnings: Vampire sex, bondage, oral sex (69), overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, implied public sex, a little bit of dom!hyuck and a little bit of exhibitionist!hyuck, blood sucking (plenty of that) 

Not once in your life did you ever imagine yourself dating a vampire. And certainly, never thought about living together with that so-called vampire boyfriend of yours. You never know what to expect from a situation like this but maybe it’s better not to think too much about it anyway since Lee Donghyuck always manages to exceed your expectation.

Before you became his personal midnight snack, Donghyuck had to search for his own food which either meant he had to buy blood bags from the cheapest hospital around or pick up girls with low self-esteems downtown to have kinky and messy—like really messy, blood everywhere, you don’t want to imagine—one night stands with them to fulfill both his needs for blood and sex. He often complained about it, grumbling with his lips turning into this adorable pout as he told you how he wasn’t fond of his way of life or the effort he had to make just to survive.

So now that he has you as his personal walking blood bag, Donghyuck is having the time of his life and he’s enjoying every minute of it. He’s one hundred percent happy all the time that it annoys the heck out of you. It’s not that you don’t want him to be happy—of course, you want your boyfriend to be happy—but happy Donghyuck means he’s gonna get all clingy and playful, and him being clingy and playful means hell.

“Hyuck.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m trying to do my laundry.”

“I’m aware.”

“So, can you get off of me for a second, please?”

“For a second? Sure.” He untangles himself away from you but only for a second, literally. “Second’s up!” The way he giggles is almost like a child, circling his arms along your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck again, nuzzling up to you while chanting, “Cute, cute, cute, you’re so cute. The cutest girl in the whole universe!” 

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