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An Equal Amount of Fingers and Disrespect- Taoris

Author: sentimental

Summary:  Zitao had done wrong

Sex does not relieve stress! Sex gets you pregnant! Sex gets you disease and death!" Zitao was screaming. He was in quite a bad mood that day, had been in a bit of a bratty mood all day, disrespecting his hyungs and completely ignoring his only dongsaengs. It was up to Yifan, really, to put him back in his place. He was the only one who could."But you're a boy, sweetie, and we use condoms." Yifan said, fingers coming to Zitao's neck. Zitao slapped the away. Yifan pulled that look, the look that told Zitao he better step down. Zitao didn't seem phased, so Yifan added a few words to the look. "Huang Zitao. You've been disrespectful all day long. You know daddy doesn't like when you're disrespectful."Zitao wavered slightly, took a tiny, tiny step back- but it did not go unnoticed. Yifan advanced, and Zitao whimpered softly, cowering in on himself. Yifan brought his hand up, but he would never, ever hit Zitao. He brought it down softly on Zitao's shoulder, gripped his skin firmly. "You seem to have forgotten your place, mister. Come- I'll put you back in it."

"Daddy," Zitao muttered, and Yifan shushed him softly, gripped his wrist and tugged him to the bedroom. Zitao followed with his head hung in submission, with his hand limp against Yifan's palm. He let out the smallest of yelps when Yifan pushed him down onto the bed, his back hitting the matress hard, but it didn't hurt. Yifan was always gentle enough in these situations that Zitao's pain usually only came out of desperation, from wanting Yifan so bad."Now." Yifan said as he was climbing onto Zitao's hips. He started at Zitao's shoulder and he began to trail down softly, feeling the bumps of abs in his skin just beneath his shirt. "We can do this one of two ways. You can tell daddy everything you did wrong today, and daddy will go easy on you. Or. You can keep your mouth shut, can continue being a brat, and daddy will remind you of what you did."

Zitao didn't really have a choice in the matter, however, because he knew he wasn't allowed to talk in these situations, knew he couldn't speak when he'd been disrespectful. Yifan came a small smirk, his voice a mutter with his next words, "What a good boy."Yifan pulled Zitao's shirt off, and then he was flipping the boy onto his stomach, tugging off his pants and his boxers. Zitao's fingers went numb when he heard the uncap of the lube bottle, when he heard Yifan's next instructions. "You've done five wrong things today, all to different members. That's one finger for each reason. You stop giving me reasons, you stop getting fingers."

Yifan knew how much Zitao loved his fingers."I-I ignored Sehun and Jongin, daddy." Zitao said, and that earned him one finger, slow and skilled inside of him. Zitao moaned. Yifan muttered, "Whenever you're ready," into Zitao's back, into his shoulder blade. Zitao's mind was already going foggy- the things Yifan could do to him with just his voice, but he found another reason, "I-I yelled at Baekhyun-hyung for- for being too cute with Chanyeol."

Zitao had been a little bit jealous of Baekhyun and Chanyeol, as he hadn't gotten to see Yifan all day, hadn't really gotten to be close to Yifan- and there were Baekhyun and Chanyeol, cuddling. Yifan slipped another finger into Zitao, and Zitao let out a moan, spitting another reason out immediately. "I-I interrupted Minseok-hyung in the backstage interview.""Slow down, baby, you're torturing yourself." Yifan said, but he was slipping a third finger into Zitao as he said it. The next finger was the pointer finger of his opposite hand, and Zitao's reason was, "I-I yelled at Chanyeol, too, because he- he kept kissing Baekhyun's cheeks.""One more." Yifan said, and Zitao took a moment to think. He knew he would never to anything to Jongdae- fuck, Jongdae might kill him before he had the chance to open his mouth. It definitely wasn't Kyungsoo; Kyungsoo would also kill him. Not Luhan. Luhan was too cute. So was Yixing; and Yixing never, ever did anything that wasn't overly sweet and damn near tear-jerking. It must have been Joonmyun, but what-?

"I hit Joonmyun-hyung. I hit his shoulder, because he was trying to be playful. I-I shouldn't have I shouldn't have done any of it!" Zitao said, and the last finger was poked in, the middle finger of Yifan's second hand. Zitao moaned, tilted his head back, hair brushing Yifan's chin. Yifan kissed the top of his head softly, whispered, "Do you want daddy to fuck you now?""Yes, daddy! Please, daddy! I'm sorry- I'm sorry for disrespecting the hyungs!""You'll have to tell them that, baby." Yifan said, didn't give Zitao time to reply before he was lubing himself up, was pushing himself into Zitao- slow, burning. Zitao moaned the whole time, head tilted back, Yifan's hand rough in his hair, the other holding onto his hip with a tight, tight grip. Zitao held onto Yifan's wrist, tried not to dig his fingernails into Yifan's skin.Yifan didn't like marks.