[exo] Remember the Sunscreen
Title: Remember the Sunscreen (fill for this prompt on exopromptmeme)
Pairing: Suho/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Lenght: 2430 words
Warnings: D/s, daddy!kink
Summary: "daddy"
AN: also a fill for this because this person could just as well be me, as I was thinking the exact same thing just seconds before reading that prompt. I find it tremendously sad that there hasn't been a Tao fic on epm since post 42, and even before that it was only a depressingly small amount of them. Why isn't anyone writing fics with Tao in them anymore??
Junmyeon was typing away on his work phone, answering an important mail that just couldn't wait. It really couldn't, he'd told Zitao. And being the good boy he was, Zitao was now sitting on the other end of the couch, trying to be as silent as possible. He knew that it would only take longer if Junmyeon was disturbed or distracted.
He might appear as a perfectly good boy, but Junmyeon knew he was actually sulking, trying to demonstrate his displeasure by not doing anything else than sitting there and staring down at his nails. Junmyeon had told him to go play somewhere else, that he could even go down to the pool without him if he wanted. Yet Zitao choose to stay there with him.
It wasn't like Junmyeon didn't understand why Zitao was disappointed. Though Zitao was prone to sulking when things didn't go his way, this time it was actually for a valid reason. One of the reasons Junmyeon had suggested this holiday was so that he could get some time off of work, some time to dedicate all his focus and attention at his baby. And here they were, in their hotel room, Junmyeon being busy with work.
Zitao let out a loud sigh. Junmyeon glanced towards him, but he wasn't doing anything else than picking on his nails. A couple of minutes later he let out another one. If things kept going like this Junmyeon would have to punish him for acting insolent. Knowing Zitao, that might even be his intention. He always preferred negative attention from Junmyeon over being ignored.
Luckily for Zitao's butt, Junmyeon was now typing in the last of his mail before pressing send. He put his phone down on the table in front of him and turned towards Zitao. With his lower lip pushed out and his eyebrows turned down it was clear what Zitao was trying to convey. Junmyeon felt himself smile. His baby looked completely adorable when sulking.
“Daddy's done now, do you want to go play in the pool?” They had been just about to go down to the pool when Junmyeon's phone beeped. Junmyeon had applied sunscreen all over Zitao's body, who'd insisted that it was sticky and unpleasant and that he didn't need it. He hadn't minded so much when it meant Junmyeon taking his time rubbing it all over him though. When he was done Junmyeon had pretended not to see Zitao's half hard cock, and told Zitao to help him apply it to Junmyeon's back instead. Zitao had happily done so, probably hoping to be rewarded for being good afterwards. Instead Junmyeon had given him a quick kiss and told him to go put his swimming trunks on.
Of course when he'd seen how nice Zitao's ass looked in his tight shorts he'd been tempted to postpone their trip outside just a little while longer. Yet just as he was about to propose this his work phone had chimed, and he'd ended up having to focus on work related matters instead.
Now that he was done with that he let his mind go back to his previous thoughts, admiring how nice Zitao looked in his swimming trunks. Of course now that he was sitting down Junmyeon could no longer admire his butt, but his muscular abdomen and wonderful thick thighs almost made up for it.
“Actually it looks a bit gray outside right now,” Zitao said, his voice and face the picture of innocence. “Maybe we should just stay inside a little longer.” Which meant that his thoughts probably was the complete opposite.
“Well, I did promise to give you a lot of attention while we were on this trip, I guess I should make up for the lost time by giving you a little bit of special attention.” The way Zitao's face immediately lit up could almost have been amusing, if he hadn't bit his lip at the same time, making his appearance even more erotic than before. “Do you want Daddy's special attention baby?”
“Yes, oh, please,” Zitao hurriedly answered. As soon as Junmyeon told him to come here Zitao was almost in his lap, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. Junmyeon held him in place by holding his waist, yet soon couldn't resist the temptation of moving his hands down to grip Zitao's plump ass. The notion made Zitao let out a content sigh, and Junmyeon let his tongue slip into Zitao's mouth.
Zitao let him ravage his mouth as he pleased, busy with grinding down on Junmyeon's thigh and letting out small mewls. He was hard already, and his tight swimming trunks did nothing to hide it.
Deciding that he didn't want to fuck Zitao on the sofa, Junmyeon soon after pulled away, ignoring Zitao's whine as he did so. It was so cute the way he followed Junmyeon's mouth with his own. Of course he didn't go as far as to kiss him again, stopping only a breath away from him and looking down with begging eyes. Zitao's mouth always looked so tempting, the kittenish curve always luring Junmyeon in even when he was trying to resist. But their room had a gigantic bed, and Junmyeon was sure he could give Zitao much more proper attention if they moved this over to it.
Reluctantly Zitao got up, but only after receiving a warning slap on his butt. As soon as Junmyeon also stood up Zitao took his hand before quickly leading them both towards the bed. When they stopped in front of their destination Junmyeon let go of his hand and told him to get on the bed.
“On all fours, ass up. Leave the swimming trunks on,” he commanded. As Zitao complied he took a moment to just enjoy the view. Not only did Zitao's ass look tremendously good trapped behind the tight dark blue fabric, but Junmyeon always enjoyed watching Zitao splayed out and positioned as he'd been told to. In their normal day to day life Zitao was often whiny and bratty, always trying to (and succeeding in) getting what he wanted. Perhaps he wouldn't have become that way if Junmyeon hadn't spoiled him so much, but that was a thought for another day. However in moments like these Zitao did exactly what he was told to, always doing his best to please and be good for his Daddy. It left Junmyeon feeling proud, and naturally, turned on.
He pulled off the polo shirt he'd put on earlier, dropping it down onto the floor. Even if his clothing was expensive he could always afford getting it replaced. And after all, when he put on the shirt earlier he'd known he was risking getting sunscreen marks on it, yet he'd still put it on. Working without a shirt on felt just weird.
Next to go was his shorts, a much looser and covering kind of swimwear than what Zitao was wearing. And then he was bare, and the only thing left to do was getting the lube, who was placed purposely on the nightstand.
He could see that Zitao was trying to be as still and silent as possible as he got up on the bed with him. The younger man couldn't help but let out a small whine when Junmyeon finally touched him again, appreciating Zitao's muscular body by stroking his way down his back. He leaned forward to kiss each of Zitao's back dimples, that never ceased to amaze him. Beneath him Zitao shivered, as they were a particularly sensitive spot of his.
Next Junmyeon let his hands wander once again to Zitao's ass, kneading it and giving it one hard slap, just to see it jiggle. At this Zitao moaned, always being oh so responsive. Just another point on the list over why Junmyeon loved him so much, and never could get enough of him.
He continued his way down Zitao's tights, making sure to caress every little erogenous spot. Tights like that deserved to be appreciated, and Junmyeon always took his time do so. All the attention made Zitao into a hot and whiny mess, impatient for Junmyeon to move on from the foreplay.
Luckily for him Junmyeon was ready to move on too. He pulled down Zitao's swimming trunks, but only enough to bare his ass, leaving his dick still trapped inside them. As much fun as watching Zitao squirm was, Junmyeon was quick with lubing up his fingers.
He let his wet fingers glide over Zitao hole a couple of times before pushing one in, reveling in the way it made Zitao moan and clench around him. He took his time fucking him with only one finger, knowing it was too little to be close to satisfying Zitao's craving for being filled. Soon his baby was begging him for more, and to move faster, please. And Junmyeon, that just couldn't deny him when was begging so prettily, soon pushed another finger in and began fucking him faster. It left Zitao content for a while, mewling out appreciating sounds when Junmyeon rubbed his fingers exactly where Zitao wanted him to.
After a while he decided that he'd teased Zitao enough, that it was time to give him what he was begging for. Of course his own dick was also more than ready to move on, but since this was about giving some special attention to his baby, Zitao's needs came first. And Junmyeon knew that being teased and denied what he wanted, being forced to beg, was something Zitao craved.
Junmyeon slicked himself up, the contrast of the cold lube on his hot dick making him moan out. He was about to position himself behind Zitao and push inside, when he decided he'd rather have Zitao on his back. Zitao rolled over as soon as he was told to, and Junmyeon thought that asking him to do so had certainly been a good idea.
Zitao looked wrecked, his face pink and glistening from sweat and tears. His normally carefully styled hair was a mess, his fringe damp and sticking to his forehead. The previously clean swimwear was now dirtied with precum. Junmyeon reached forward to stroke Zitao through the fabric. He suspected it was driving Zitao crazy to be restrained in such a way, and the way his face scrunched up when Junmyeon touched him confirmed it.
“What a bad boy you are, messing up your swimming trunks even before going outside. Were you planning to wear these when going down to the pool, showing everyone how wet and leaking your Daddy makes you?” He could feel Zitao's cock twitch underneath his hand. “What a dirty boy you are. But you're Daddy's dirty boy, aren't you?” Zitao moaned, nodding vigorously.
“I'm your dirty boy Daddy, only yours,” followed by a desperate, “please Daddy, I need you inside me. Oh, please, fuck me. Please, please, please.”
Junmyeon smiled kindly down at him, stroking Zitao's sweaty fringe away from his face. He finally decided to take mercy on him, pulling his swimming trunks off and releasing his cock. Zitao let out a hiss as his cock bounced free. Junmyeon was pleased to notice the trail of precum leaking out from it's head and down onto Zitao's stomach. For a moment he considered to lean down and lick it away, but he decided that he had teased Zitao enough for now.
Junmyeon leaned down to quickly kiss Zitao's lips, an almost innocent kiss, before positioning himself. He pushed both of Zitao's legs out and down toward his chest. His lover was amazingly bendable, and Junmyeon tried to make use of this as often as possible. Zitao's mouth fell open as Junmyeon pushed in, letting out a loud moan. Junmyeon groaned as his dick was fully surrounded by Zitao's tight heat.
Again he started out slow, fucking Zitao with slow deep thrusts. It was an easy glide, all the lube and foreplay making Zitao's body open and pliant. Zitao was always so good at taking him in, so very good at relaxing his body and take whatever was given to him.
Zitao was gripping the pillow behind him with one hand and caressing himself with the other. He knew Junmyeon loved watching him touch himself. Junmyeon couldn't help himself from giving a particularly hard thrust when Zitao pinched his own nipple and let out a gasp. He watched as Zitao moved his hand further down, and let him stroke his hard dick a few times before telling him to stop. Zitao whined.
“I know you can come from my dick alone, don't pretend otherwise,” Junmyeon told him. To get his point across he started fucking him harder. He loved watching Zitao gripping at the sheets and pillows as he squirmed in pleasure, gasps and moans following each other in quick succession. With every hard thrust there was a wet squelching sound. The sounds filling the room was obscene, and for a moment Junmyeon remembered that they had several windows open. He could only hope that the sounds didn't drift far enough for anyone else to hear them.
He could see that Zitao was nearing orgasm by the way his muscles tightened up. There was tears in the corner of his eyes, and his mouth opened even more than before. He looked absolutely beautiful, and Junmyeon could feel that he was close to orgasm himself. It took only a couple of hard thrust before Zitao was coming, untouched, all over his own stomach. For all Zitao's loudness during sex his orgasm was surprisingly quiet, just a loud gasp as his body gave a small jolt.
The sight, together with the way Zitao was clenching around him, triggered Junmyeon's own orgasm. Only a few thrusts later he was spilling inside him, knowing that Zitao enjoyed being filled up and marked. Zitao moaned out a weak Daddy at the sensation, and let out a last whine as Junmyeon pulled out. Then the room was only filled by quiet panting. Junmyeon laid down next to Zitao, who at once turned to his side and wrapped himself around Junmyeon, resting his head on Junmyeon's shoulder. Junmyeon idly caressed him for a while, letting the relaxing sound of Zitao's breathing distract him from the unpleasant feeling of being dirty and sweaty.
Soon he would tell Zitao that they could both use a shower, which probably would lead to him giving Zitao another round of special attention. And that was just how he'd wanted this holiday to be. He smiled into Zitao's hair.
Pairing: Suho/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Lenght: 2430 words
Warnings: D/s, daddy!kink
Summary: "daddy"
AN: also a fill for this because this person could just as well be me, as I was thinking the exact same thing just seconds before reading that prompt. I find it tremendously sad that there hasn't been a Tao fic on epm since post 42, and even before that it was only a depressingly small amount of them. Why isn't anyone writing fics with Tao in them anymore??
Junmyeon was typing away on his work phone, answering an important mail that just couldn't wait. It really couldn't, he'd told Zitao. And being the good boy he was, Zitao was now sitting on the other end of the couch, trying to be as silent as possible. He knew that it would only take longer if Junmyeon was disturbed or distracted.
He might appear as a perfectly good boy, but Junmyeon knew he was actually sulking, trying to demonstrate his displeasure by not doing anything else than sitting there and staring down at his nails. Junmyeon had told him to go play somewhere else, that he could even go down to the pool without him if he wanted. Yet Zitao choose to stay there with him.
It wasn't like Junmyeon didn't understand why Zitao was disappointed. Though Zitao was prone to sulking when things didn't go his way, this time it was actually for a valid reason. One of the reasons Junmyeon had suggested this holiday was so that he could get some time off of work, some time to dedicate all his focus and attention at his baby. And here they were, in their hotel room, Junmyeon being busy with work.
Zitao let out a loud sigh. Junmyeon glanced towards him, but he wasn't doing anything else than picking on his nails. A couple of minutes later he let out another one. If things kept going like this Junmyeon would have to punish him for acting insolent. Knowing Zitao, that might even be his intention. He always preferred negative attention from Junmyeon over being ignored.
Luckily for Zitao's butt, Junmyeon was now typing in the last of his mail before pressing send. He put his phone down on the table in front of him and turned towards Zitao. With his lower lip pushed out and his eyebrows turned down it was clear what Zitao was trying to convey. Junmyeon felt himself smile. His baby looked completely adorable when sulking.
“Daddy's done now, do you want to go play in the pool?” They had been just about to go down to the pool when Junmyeon's phone beeped. Junmyeon had applied sunscreen all over Zitao's body, who'd insisted that it was sticky and unpleasant and that he didn't need it. He hadn't minded so much when it meant Junmyeon taking his time rubbing it all over him though. When he was done Junmyeon had pretended not to see Zitao's half hard cock, and told Zitao to help him apply it to Junmyeon's back instead. Zitao had happily done so, probably hoping to be rewarded for being good afterwards. Instead Junmyeon had given him a quick kiss and told him to go put his swimming trunks on.
Of course when he'd seen how nice Zitao's ass looked in his tight shorts he'd been tempted to postpone their trip outside just a little while longer. Yet just as he was about to propose this his work phone had chimed, and he'd ended up having to focus on work related matters instead.
Now that he was done with that he let his mind go back to his previous thoughts, admiring how nice Zitao looked in his swimming trunks. Of course now that he was sitting down Junmyeon could no longer admire his butt, but his muscular abdomen and wonderful thick thighs almost made up for it.
“Actually it looks a bit gray outside right now,” Zitao said, his voice and face the picture of innocence. “Maybe we should just stay inside a little longer.” Which meant that his thoughts probably was the complete opposite.
“Well, I did promise to give you a lot of attention while we were on this trip, I guess I should make up for the lost time by giving you a little bit of special attention.” The way Zitao's face immediately lit up could almost have been amusing, if he hadn't bit his lip at the same time, making his appearance even more erotic than before. “Do you want Daddy's special attention baby?”
“Yes, oh, please,” Zitao hurriedly answered. As soon as Junmyeon told him to come here Zitao was almost in his lap, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. Junmyeon held him in place by holding his waist, yet soon couldn't resist the temptation of moving his hands down to grip Zitao's plump ass. The notion made Zitao let out a content sigh, and Junmyeon let his tongue slip into Zitao's mouth.
Zitao let him ravage his mouth as he pleased, busy with grinding down on Junmyeon's thigh and letting out small mewls. He was hard already, and his tight swimming trunks did nothing to hide it.
Deciding that he didn't want to fuck Zitao on the sofa, Junmyeon soon after pulled away, ignoring Zitao's whine as he did so. It was so cute the way he followed Junmyeon's mouth with his own. Of course he didn't go as far as to kiss him again, stopping only a breath away from him and looking down with begging eyes. Zitao's mouth always looked so tempting, the kittenish curve always luring Junmyeon in even when he was trying to resist. But their room had a gigantic bed, and Junmyeon was sure he could give Zitao much more proper attention if they moved this over to it.
Reluctantly Zitao got up, but only after receiving a warning slap on his butt. As soon as Junmyeon also stood up Zitao took his hand before quickly leading them both towards the bed. When they stopped in front of their destination Junmyeon let go of his hand and told him to get on the bed.
“On all fours, ass up. Leave the swimming trunks on,” he commanded. As Zitao complied he took a moment to just enjoy the view. Not only did Zitao's ass look tremendously good trapped behind the tight dark blue fabric, but Junmyeon always enjoyed watching Zitao splayed out and positioned as he'd been told to. In their normal day to day life Zitao was often whiny and bratty, always trying to (and succeeding in) getting what he wanted. Perhaps he wouldn't have become that way if Junmyeon hadn't spoiled him so much, but that was a thought for another day. However in moments like these Zitao did exactly what he was told to, always doing his best to please and be good for his Daddy. It left Junmyeon feeling proud, and naturally, turned on.
He pulled off the polo shirt he'd put on earlier, dropping it down onto the floor. Even if his clothing was expensive he could always afford getting it replaced. And after all, when he put on the shirt earlier he'd known he was risking getting sunscreen marks on it, yet he'd still put it on. Working without a shirt on felt just weird.
Next to go was his shorts, a much looser and covering kind of swimwear than what Zitao was wearing. And then he was bare, and the only thing left to do was getting the lube, who was placed purposely on the nightstand.
He could see that Zitao was trying to be as still and silent as possible as he got up on the bed with him. The younger man couldn't help but let out a small whine when Junmyeon finally touched him again, appreciating Zitao's muscular body by stroking his way down his back. He leaned forward to kiss each of Zitao's back dimples, that never ceased to amaze him. Beneath him Zitao shivered, as they were a particularly sensitive spot of his.
Next Junmyeon let his hands wander once again to Zitao's ass, kneading it and giving it one hard slap, just to see it jiggle. At this Zitao moaned, always being oh so responsive. Just another point on the list over why Junmyeon loved him so much, and never could get enough of him.
He continued his way down Zitao's tights, making sure to caress every little erogenous spot. Tights like that deserved to be appreciated, and Junmyeon always took his time do so. All the attention made Zitao into a hot and whiny mess, impatient for Junmyeon to move on from the foreplay.
Luckily for him Junmyeon was ready to move on too. He pulled down Zitao's swimming trunks, but only enough to bare his ass, leaving his dick still trapped inside them. As much fun as watching Zitao squirm was, Junmyeon was quick with lubing up his fingers.
He let his wet fingers glide over Zitao hole a couple of times before pushing one in, reveling in the way it made Zitao moan and clench around him. He took his time fucking him with only one finger, knowing it was too little to be close to satisfying Zitao's craving for being filled. Soon his baby was begging him for more, and to move faster, please. And Junmyeon, that just couldn't deny him when was begging so prettily, soon pushed another finger in and began fucking him faster. It left Zitao content for a while, mewling out appreciating sounds when Junmyeon rubbed his fingers exactly where Zitao wanted him to.
After a while he decided that he'd teased Zitao enough, that it was time to give him what he was begging for. Of course his own dick was also more than ready to move on, but since this was about giving some special attention to his baby, Zitao's needs came first. And Junmyeon knew that being teased and denied what he wanted, being forced to beg, was something Zitao craved.
Junmyeon slicked himself up, the contrast of the cold lube on his hot dick making him moan out. He was about to position himself behind Zitao and push inside, when he decided he'd rather have Zitao on his back. Zitao rolled over as soon as he was told to, and Junmyeon thought that asking him to do so had certainly been a good idea.
Zitao looked wrecked, his face pink and glistening from sweat and tears. His normally carefully styled hair was a mess, his fringe damp and sticking to his forehead. The previously clean swimwear was now dirtied with precum. Junmyeon reached forward to stroke Zitao through the fabric. He suspected it was driving Zitao crazy to be restrained in such a way, and the way his face scrunched up when Junmyeon touched him confirmed it.
“What a bad boy you are, messing up your swimming trunks even before going outside. Were you planning to wear these when going down to the pool, showing everyone how wet and leaking your Daddy makes you?” He could feel Zitao's cock twitch underneath his hand. “What a dirty boy you are. But you're Daddy's dirty boy, aren't you?” Zitao moaned, nodding vigorously.
“I'm your dirty boy Daddy, only yours,” followed by a desperate, “please Daddy, I need you inside me. Oh, please, fuck me. Please, please, please.”
Junmyeon smiled kindly down at him, stroking Zitao's sweaty fringe away from his face. He finally decided to take mercy on him, pulling his swimming trunks off and releasing his cock. Zitao let out a hiss as his cock bounced free. Junmyeon was pleased to notice the trail of precum leaking out from it's head and down onto Zitao's stomach. For a moment he considered to lean down and lick it away, but he decided that he had teased Zitao enough for now.
Junmyeon leaned down to quickly kiss Zitao's lips, an almost innocent kiss, before positioning himself. He pushed both of Zitao's legs out and down toward his chest. His lover was amazingly bendable, and Junmyeon tried to make use of this as often as possible. Zitao's mouth fell open as Junmyeon pushed in, letting out a loud moan. Junmyeon groaned as his dick was fully surrounded by Zitao's tight heat.
Again he started out slow, fucking Zitao with slow deep thrusts. It was an easy glide, all the lube and foreplay making Zitao's body open and pliant. Zitao was always so good at taking him in, so very good at relaxing his body and take whatever was given to him.
Zitao was gripping the pillow behind him with one hand and caressing himself with the other. He knew Junmyeon loved watching him touch himself. Junmyeon couldn't help himself from giving a particularly hard thrust when Zitao pinched his own nipple and let out a gasp. He watched as Zitao moved his hand further down, and let him stroke his hard dick a few times before telling him to stop. Zitao whined.
“I know you can come from my dick alone, don't pretend otherwise,” Junmyeon told him. To get his point across he started fucking him harder. He loved watching Zitao gripping at the sheets and pillows as he squirmed in pleasure, gasps and moans following each other in quick succession. With every hard thrust there was a wet squelching sound. The sounds filling the room was obscene, and for a moment Junmyeon remembered that they had several windows open. He could only hope that the sounds didn't drift far enough for anyone else to hear them.
He could see that Zitao was nearing orgasm by the way his muscles tightened up. There was tears in the corner of his eyes, and his mouth opened even more than before. He looked absolutely beautiful, and Junmyeon could feel that he was close to orgasm himself. It took only a couple of hard thrust before Zitao was coming, untouched, all over his own stomach. For all Zitao's loudness during sex his orgasm was surprisingly quiet, just a loud gasp as his body gave a small jolt.
The sight, together with the way Zitao was clenching around him, triggered Junmyeon's own orgasm. Only a few thrusts later he was spilling inside him, knowing that Zitao enjoyed being filled up and marked. Zitao moaned out a weak Daddy at the sensation, and let out a last whine as Junmyeon pulled out. Then the room was only filled by quiet panting. Junmyeon laid down next to Zitao, who at once turned to his side and wrapped himself around Junmyeon, resting his head on Junmyeon's shoulder. Junmyeon idly caressed him for a while, letting the relaxing sound of Zitao's breathing distract him from the unpleasant feeling of being dirty and sweaty.
Soon he would tell Zitao that they could both use a shower, which probably would lead to him giving Zitao another round of special attention. And that was just how he'd wanted this holiday to be. He smiled into Zitao's hair.