Taekook Oneshots

-53-

Call Out My Name

!MATURE!

Third Person POV

Taehyung was mad. I could tell. The way his eyebrows knitted together, and his lips were constantly pressed in a tight line. And the way he was staring at me, oh how it sent chills down my spine. He was so hot. Taehyung's looks could kill, and do very nice things to you.

I realised what it was when Jimin hugged me, and I could see Tae glaring at me over Jimin's shoulders. I felt the saliva in my throat thicken.

All through the afternoon, I could feel Taehyung's eyes on me. When Hoseok put his arm around me, I cringed slightly. I glanced at Tae. Sure enough he was staring right back at me.

That night, back at the dorm, we all retreated into our own rooms. I shifted nervously in my bed, awaiting Tae's arrival.

He was quick. The door opened with a click, and in he walked, holding a plastic bag halfway full. His eyes looked me up and down, glowing gold in the dim light.

"Tae, I-"

"Ssh," He shushed, pressing a finger to his lips. "You know why I'm here?"

I nodded shakily.

"Then you know what you did wrong?" He smirked, putting down the bag and getting onto the bed beside me. "You know what I have to do?"

I nodded again.

"I.. I have to be punished."

Taehyung shakes the bag,and the contents spill out. My stomach drops. There are vibrators, handcuffs, even Taehyung's favourite bandana. I'm screwed.

"Strip, baby," He orders. I do as he says, slowly, as he likes it. My pyjama top first, making sure to do each button at a time. Then I slip off my shorts, and then my underwear. All the while, Tae is gazing at me hungrily. I can't really say this is a punishment yet. I'm enjoying this.

Especially when I get to see Tae take off his own clothes too. He's been working out a lot recently, so all his muscles are defined and sexy.

Taehyung's hands are familiar with the curves and dips of my body. His fingers slide all the way from my waist to my hips, to my slowly hardening member. He doesn't touch me, but circles around my inner thighs.

"Lean against the headboard, but stay sitting up," He says, picking up a sleek black vibrator. It's big, but not as big as Tae's. I know Tae's still a big softie, when he lathers the toy in lube. He never wants to hurt me, even though I know I can take it.

I spread my legs without having him to ask. Tae nods approvingly, and holds my hand together above my head. With the handcuffs, he attaches me to the bedpost, and sure enough I can't move my arms.

I could die, as his lips graze mine, and then he kisses me hard. It's hot and needy and passionate. His palms roam my chest, and I feel my skin get hot.

With no warning, he puts the toy inside me, and puts the setting on high. The stretch hurts, and I feel like I'm splitting in half. A half gasp half rasp escapes my throat. It's supposed to hurt, it's supposed to be uncomfortable- it's a punishment after all.

Taehyung thrusts in once, hard. I jolt in pain and bite my lip to silence myself. It doesn't work, and a squeak escapes.

"Hurts doesn't it?" He sneers cockily. "Now you know how I feel when you flirt with other guys."

He lets the vibrator do its work, sending unsettling vibrations through my walls. Instead, Taehyung adds another step of sexual torture. He flips me around, so I'm on my hands and knees, ass in the air.