Requested: yes
Words: 1600+
Warnings: smut, sub!Tao, dom!Reader, male!Reader, oral sex, penetrative sex, (sort of) orgasm denial,
A/N: an awful lot of ‘I love you’s because my soft ass felt like it uwu
«My baby had a rough day, didn’t he?»
Silence follows your words. Then, a couple of seconds later, Tao lets out a hum in response, nodding his head.
Currently sprawled on the bed of your shared apartment, his arm covering his face, he doesn’t even seem able to answer your question properly.
Understandable, he must be exhausted. He’s been preparing for an upcoming concert for what seems like ages, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t been able to rest properly for, at least, a couple of weeks.
«Want me to run a bath for you?»
Once again, he nods.
«Please» he quickly adds, his voice so soft that you almost can’t hear him.
«Alright.»
Quickly moving to the bathroom, you start running the water, setting it on the warmest temperature possible – he’s never liked it too hot, nor too cold. Then, once the tub starts filling up, you squirt some soap into the water – his favourite fragrance filling the air, the tub filled with white bubbles. As you wait for the water to be enough, you get back to your bedroom, looking for clean clothes for him to wear, before gently telling him to follow you.
«Come on, baby, let’s go.»
Grunting, he slowly stands up, walking behind you like a zombie would – luckily for you, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to try to eat you.
«Let’s get you out of these» you say, pointing to his clothes. «And then you get into the tub, alright?»
You start by unbuckling his belt, before unzipping his pants – at the same time, he takes off his t-shirt, and tosses it somewhere on the floor. Using your shoulder as a support, he leans to stay balanced as he takes off his pants, his boxers following them immediately after. Then, with your help – so that you can be sure he won’t accidentally slip – he gets into the tub, sitting down slowly. The warm water hits his skin, a few shivers running down his body as he gets used to the higher temperature. Kneeling next to him, you watch him close his eyes, his head thrown back, trying to relax as much as possible.
«Thank you» he murmurs, licking his dry lips before speaking again. «For putting up with this, with me… For everything, you know. I’m just sorry you have to go through this every single time.»
You nod, but quickly realise he’s not looking at you – he’s not looking at anyone nor anything, to be exact.
«Don’t, baby. No need to be sorry» you reassure him. «I love you, alright? I don’t mind having to go through this, as you said, not even when it means helping you take a bath at – what – 3 a.m?»
He lets out a soft giggle, opening his eyes and turning his head to face you.
«You’re the best boyfriend ever.»
«Yeah» you laugh. «I’d say I am. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?»
He smells like honey.
He smells like honey and it’s driving you crazy.
He’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, his hair still wet, obviously unaware of what’s going on inside your pants. How could he? You’re not being very obvious about it, and you doubt he’s developed some sort of mind-reading ability.
His skin looks like it’s been covered in honey.
You want to lick it off.
No, you want to eat him up.
He looks at you, and he smiles. You smile back at him, and then decide to sit next to him.
It’s 3 a.m. 3.42 a.m., to be precise. He should be sleeping – well, you both should be sleeping. No matter how hard you try not to, you keep thinking about how much you’d like to have your way with him – kiss him, tease him, fuck him.
Shaking your head, you sigh. You can’t. He’s tired, he should rest. You can take care of your needs alone, you have to.
«Is everything okay?»
There he is, being all sweet and lovely even when he’s concerned about you. You don’t know what worse – the fact that he’s worried about you when the only problem you have is a very bothering hard-on, or the fact that said hard-on was caused by the way he smells.
«Yeah, everything’s fine» you lie, trying your best so that he won’t question you further.
«I feel like something is troubling you, though. Something I can help you with, I’d say.» he says, and you can’t help but sigh. He’s always been a pro at guessing what was going on inside your mind, and this time is no different.
«Fine» you mumble. «I’m hard.»
«That’s it?»
«Yeah.»
«Well, you could have told me before» he laughs, standing up only to kneel in front of you. «Let me help you.»
You silently watch as he quickly undoes your belt, trying to tug your pants down. Raising your hips, you help him remove them.
«No underwear, uh?» he teases you. «I like it.»
You don’t even have the time to answer, that he’s already getting to work. His mouth latches on your tip, gently sucking on it, a whispered curse leaving your lips as soon as his tongue starts moving across your sensitive member.
«Do it slowly, baby» you moan, already too close for your liking – if he kept that pace for a couple more minutes, you’d be cumming without even being able to pleasure him as well, and that’s something you couldn’t stand.
Your hand finds its way to his hair, softly pulling it – eliciting a moan from him almost immediately. Guiding him, you set your own pace, thrusting into his mouth from time to time. Then, after a couple of minutes, you stop. Helping him to get back on his feet, you motion for him to climb on the mattress. Rummaging through your drawer, you grab a condom, slipping it on before turning your attention back to your boyfriend, who, you notice, has taken his clothes off and is already trying to loosen up for you.
«You’re pretty active for someone who was about to fall asleep in the bathtub» you say, smirking at his eagerness.
«You – ah – you turned me on.»
«So it’s my fault?»
He nods, spreading his legs so that you can position yourself between them.
«I’d better make it up to you, then.»
The clock reads 4.02 a.m.
You push your member inside him slowly, careful not to accidentally hurt him. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth are music to your ears, the best thing you’ve had the pleasure to hear in weeks. God, you’ve missed it – no, actually, you’ve missed him. You’ve missed the way he clings to you, the way he moans your name whenever you hit the right spot, the way he tries to get you to kiss him just a little bit longer.
«I love you.»
His nails are scratching your back, but you couldn’t care less – even the pain seems pleasurable now.
«I love you.»
His back arches, head thrown back, leaving his neck exposed and vulnerable to your kisses.
«I love you» he repeats, and you know he expects you to say it back – no matter if you’re being rough with him, or as gentle as possible, he needs to hear you say it everytime.
«I love you too.»
He whines.
His hands tangle into your hair, bringing your face as close as possible to his. He’s craving another kiss, you know that, and you have no intention of denying it to him. How could you, when he’s looking like this? So pretty, so wrecked and, most importantly, yours.
If there’s something you could get drunk on, it would be the way his lips feel against yours – soft, slightly wet, and hungry for more. He’s insatiable. He kisses you as if you were the tastiest meal on Earth and he had been starving for ages.
«You’re so good to me, baby» you praise him, causing him to blush at your words. «So, so good to me.»
You try to control the speed of your thrusts, but he feels so good around you – your hips seem to be moving on their own, there’s no way you’d manage to slow down.
«C-Can I cum?» he shyly asks. «Please?»
Shaking your head, you kiss him once again.
«Wait for me, c-can you do that?»
He whines, but nods nonetheless.
So good for you.
You start increasing your pace, watching him trying his best not to cum without permission – he knows you might let it slide tonight, but you’d definitely punish him in a relatively close future, and that’s something he’d prefer to avoid.
«I-I’m close, baby, hold on a little longer» you coo.
Nodding, he bites his bottom lip. It’s hard for him, but he’s a good boy. Your good boy, and he’s gonna do his best not to disappoint you.
Your mouth latches onto the skin of his neck, leaving purple spots all over his golden skin – his smell so strong and intoxicating that you feel like you might pass out. Goosebumps follow wherever your lips go, moans escaping from him whenever your teeth scratch his sensitive skin – it’s Heaven on Earth, you’re sure of it.
«You can cum now, baby» you whisper, a loud moan following your words.
You don’t need to repeat yourself: in less than a minute, he’s cumming all over himself, untouched. Immediately after, you reach your orgasm as well, your thrusts getting more and more erratic as pleasure overcomes you.
Exhausted, you collapse onto his chest, heavy breaths and pants filling the room.
«I love you.»
You smile. Somehow, he still feels like he’s not said it enough.
