He couldn't wait to get back to the dorm.
Once he had winked at Namjoon on stage just before t h a t move, and he saw thr way the older swallowed thickly, he knew he was gonna get it. Joon had glared at him before their spots moved so that they weren't next to eachother, and Taehyung had just replied with a big smile. He knew what was gonna happen once they got to the dorm. It involved Namjoon's studio, a hidden bed, and some smart soundproofing. He couldnt wait.
They were seated in the vans taking them back to the dorms, Namjoon and Taehyung in the back of one of them. Not like it mattered, considering there were two members in the seats in front of them. That didn't stop Taehyung from palming Namjoon through his sweats though, grinning evilly when Namjoon chokes on the sounds he wants to make. Said older male takes Taehyung's hand by the wrist and moves it away, onto Taehyung's own thigh, before crossing his legs facing away from him. Taehyung leans over and presses a kiss into the side of Namjoon's neck, almost laughing when the older just about moans.
"Taehyung, you better fucking quit. You're in enough trouble as it is." He knew he was truly fucked when Joon used his name, and not a petname.
"I am, Daddy? I had no idea..." he feigns innocence and kisses him in the same spot, earning him a rough tug in his hair to pull him away.
"Taehyung. You're pushing your limits, baby boy." The low growl in Namjoon's voice sent shivers down his spine.
"Looks like we're here, Daddy~" thr van had come to a stop, and he rushed to get out of the van, trying to beat the older to the dorms, hoping to maybe escape whatever punishment he was going to recieve.
Then came Namjoon.
"Baby boy. My studio in ten minutes." His voice screamed that there was no room to negotiate, and he swallows thickly.
"Yes, Daddy."
Taehyung's knee bounces as he waits on the couch inside Namjoon's studio. After a few agonizingly slow minutes, he hears the door click open, and goes to speak, but is swiftly interrupted by Namjoon's comanding voice.
"On your knees, Taehyung." He does what he's told without any hesitation, his knees hitting the hard flooring with a quiet thud.
"What did you do to deserve punishment today, baby boy?" His hand drags through Taehyung's hair to pull sharply, forcing eye contact.
"I-I teased you during the performance, and in the- in the van, Daddy." His eyes are wide and innocent, staring up at Namjoon's dark ones.
"That's right, good boy. Now, as punishment, you're gonna let me fuck your throat, alright baby?" Taehyung nods, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
"Yes, Daddy." He goes to pull down Namjoon's sweats when his hands are slapped away.
"It's cute that you thought it would be that easy, baby boy." He dangles Taehyung's leather cuffs in front of him, and the latter's cheeks go a visible shade of red.
"You know what to do if you feel uncomfortable, right, baby?" He nods as Namjoon walks around him to fasten the leather cuffs to Taehyung's wrists, and he laughs mentally about the fuzzy inside.
"Good boy. Now, c'mon, baby." Namjoon hooks a thumb underneath his sweatpants band and tugs down, the sight makes Taehyung's mouth water.
"You look so fucking pretty, baby boy, begging for my dick down your throat." Taehyung whimpers, tugging against the cuffs.
"Daddy, please~" Namjoon gives in, and Taehyung takes no time to take Namjoon in almost fully.
"Ah, shit, you're too fucking good at this, baby boy." His fingerd return to Taehyung's hair and he bucks forward just slightly, letting Taehyung have time to breathe before he thrusts fully, feeling Taehyung's throat closing around him. He pulls almost all the way out before repeating the action, however staying far enough down that he knows Taehyung can't breathe.
"Hopefully you'll remember this next time you try to pull that shit on stage, baby." He start going at an awfully rough pace, and though he pretends to not care, he listens carefully for any difference in Taehyung at all.
Taehyung was close to blacking out. Its not like it hasn't happened before, but Namjoon doesn't get any less worried. Taehyung knows he's close, he can tell by the flex in his throat, and clearly has no intention of stopping, suctioned firmly onto Namjoon.
"B-baby boy, fuck, are you alright?" He feels nodding, even though he can see Taehyung's eyes fluttering behind his eyelids.
"I'm close, baby, fuck-" he can't stop the climax that hitd him like a truck, and he pulls out of Taehyung's mouth as soon as the younger will let him, only to realize that he had gone limp, he had pulled out just a fraction of a second too late.
"Fuck, goddamnit Tae..." he mutters to himself and pulls his sweatpants back up, keeping Taehyung from falling the entire time.
He wastes no time sitting on the floor and bringing the younger into his lap, undoing the cuffs and brushing a hand through his hair. He lets out the breath he wasn't aware that he was holding when the younger's eyes open slowly.
"Tae, oh my god, you scared the shit out of me! You should have told me that you were gonna pass out, I wouldn't have-"
"Daddy. Shut up. Please. I wanted to, you know I did... but I'm sorry for scaring you." His voice is scratchy, but he smiles up at the older.
"Let's take a nap, yeah? I think you need rest after that." Taehyung giggles, offhandedly mentioning that he technically did just take a nap, to which Namjoon scoffs.
"You know what I mean, baby boy. Let Daddy take care of you, okay?" He presses a soft kiss into Taehyung's forehead and pick him up off the floor to head to Namjoon's dorm room, also making a pit stop for something to drink. When they get comfortable in Namjoon's bed, Taehyung smiles up at him.
"I'm still sorry I scared you. We should talk about how to handle that..." Namjoon agrees, and cuddles him closer.
"But after we take a nap, okay?" He gets soft, even breaths as a response.
