A collection of explicit drabbles based on the dialog prompts I saw on Twitter. It's the same one I ran a poll last week.

-Each chapter is a different story/scene. One doesn't have any connection with the other.

-Each chapter is a completed one-shot and can be read as a standalone.

-These are meant to be short and will not have any sequel or prequel.

-Check chapter notes for chapter dedicated tags.

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Prompt: 1. "Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

Tags: Lenient Dom Jimin, Bratty Sub Jungkook, Top JM, Bottom JK, Dom/sub undertones, Spanking/Whipping, Vibrators, Punishment, Orgasm denial, everything is consensual and pre-negotiated, Established relationship, Aftercare

It had been a week since they had any kind of sexual intimacy. Jimin had been extremely busy and had just returned from his business trip from Japan before heading to the office on short notice.

Jungkook was just bummed out that he wasn't getting enough attention from his boyfriend. He didn't even eat the food he had cooked. Does the two-second hug even count? He didn't even kiss his forehead like he usually does.

Do you know how important those forehead kisses are?

So Jungkook spent the entire day sulking. The work wasn't enough to keep him engaged. By the time he left he was frustrated and wanted to stomp his feet all over the apartment.

He knew he was being unreasonable while Jimin was nothing but a good boyfriend, very caring and affectionate. He was always understanding when Jungkook's job was demanding and he had to work overtime or even on weekends. However, for some reason, he didn't want to show the same consideration tonight.

The niggling sensation in his chest was only growing with time and his irritation continued to grow. He tried to take a long, relaxing bath only to cut it short when he couldn't stay still without chewing his lips or fidgeting with his hands.

His mind was too loud. He tried to cook, only to burn and throw it all in the trash before ordering a take-out. So his evening was shit.

It all became even worse when Jimin didn't come home at his usual time. He called him twice and left several messages with no response. All in all his frustration was mounting.

He tried to watch TV, but once again, his mind was anywhere but here. So he gave up and went to clean the apartment hoping it'll keep him distracted. Ten minutes into the work, he heard the apartment door opening and Jimin stepping inside with an exhausted look on his face. The black circles under his eyes almost had Jungkook run over to him but he stopped, gripping the mop in a tight hold, and continued to clean.

"Hey," Jimin called in a tired tone. He removed the shoes, put them in the designated space before coming over to him, and kissed his cheek.

Jungkook averted his face without meaning to. But he was just too angry to care. "Where have you been?"

His voice was snappish, flaring with irritation. His boyfriend stiffened but smiled.

Jimin hugged him sideways, pressing his cheek on his shoulder. "There was some last-minute emergency with the product launch. I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call."

Jungkook huffed. There were several things he wanted to say but he bit his tongue because none of his words sounded pretty. A voice in his head said he was unnecessarily being mean and he should take it down a notch.

"I'm so hungry," Jimin continued. "Did you cook anything? If not, can you order a take-out? I need a shower."

He was already letting him go and Jungkook pursed his lips, watching him go to their room. "Sure."

He put the mop aside with a loud thump, losing all interest to clean. The sound was louder than usual and it offered some comfort but it wasn't enough to take off the irritation.

Perhaps, it should have stopped there. But it continued later into the night. He continued to throw things around and purposely knock things to show his discontent, knowing well those actions were one of Jimin's pet peeves.

"That's enough," Jimin growled when he couldn't take it anymore. "Jungkook, is there anything you want to tell me?"

They were settled on the living room couch to watch some TV. Or at least Jimin was, with his legs kicked up on the table and remote in hand, wanting nothing more than to rest for the night. But Jungkook was raging inside. There were things he wanted to shout but was too furious to even do it. So he continued to stomp around in a silent show of protest.

So Jimin's words only infuriated him more. He threw his phone with a loud clatter on the table and folded his hands, refusing to answer him.

Jimin sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching to run his hand through his hair.

Jungkook slapped his hand away, jumped to his feet, walked to their bedroom, and slammed the door shut, feeling satisfied. The satisfaction, however, didn't last long because the door was thrown open. It hit the wall with a loud thud and then Jimin caught his elbow, turning him around with a force that left his head spinning.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? I've been patient all evening but you keep throwing shit around," he growled. His eyes darkened and the grip on his elbow grew tight as he shook him once.

Maybe he should have taken the hint and tried to calm him down, but when has his common sense ever worked in these situations?

He ripped his hand away in a show of defiance. "What is wrong with me?" He pushed at Jimin's chest. "Why do you even care? You neglected me all week and now you're acting like everything is normal."

"I dare you to say that again." Jimin's voice was so calm in contrast to the storm raging on his face.

Maybe he should have remembered that bedroom was Jimin's domain. Here he was his dom and Jungkook his sub. There were rules that he had to follow and breaking them would lead to punishments. Jimin's face contorted with anger before it hardened to an impassive mask. That was when Jungkook knew he screwed up.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, his jaw clenching. When he opened his eyes, there was that intense look in his eyes. And Jungkook shivered because the one who stood in front of him wasn't his lenient boyfriend who turns blind-eyed to his bratty attitude.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered.

Too late. He'd broken at least three important rules.

"Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

Jungkook shook his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, blinking away his tears. "S-Sorry. Sorry, sir."

Jimin's tone was hard when he said, "Strip and get on your knees." His tone left no room for argument as he padded over to their shared closet and opened the door that stored all of their playthings.

Jungkook swallowed hard. His hands trembled as he hurriedly stripped out of his clothes. His heart raced as he cursed internally. Jimin always had stellar control over his emotions but Jungkook realized he went a little too far tonight and was unreasonable on all accounts.

He stumbled over his pants as he folded the discarded clothes and put them aside neatly. Jimin hadn't told him where to kneel so he chose to kneel on the same spot and clasped his hands behind his back. His heartbeat was a bit too loud in his ears. He hadn't been punished in so long.

Shame washed over him. He always took pride in being a good sub though a bratty one. Jungkook loved praises and told him he was being a good boy. So he was always careful not to overstep his boundaries. But today had to be the day.

He looked down at the floor when he saw Jimin return. Jimin was dressed in his gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt.

"I've gone too soft on you, didn't I?" he asked as he walked around him.

Jungkook wanted to whimper but swallowed the sound, knowing Jimin didn't like it.

"Do you know why you're being punished?" His tone was still harsh.

"Y-Yes, sir."

He continued to walk around him, circling him like a predator. "Go on. List the reasons for me."

"Disrespect." Jungkook swallowed. "I disrespected you purposefully."

"And?"

"L-Lack of communication. I didn't tell you how I was feeling all week even when you asked me a few times."

Jimin hummed—a signal for him to continue.

"Physical aggression." A sob left his mouth despite his control. "I-I pushed you. Threw things around knowing well you didn't like it."

Jimin hummed again.

"Texting you continuously when I knew you were busy," he sniffled.

"And..."

The air was cold with the AC running on high and he shivered. Goosebumps broke out over his skin. "I-I was inconsiderate. Ignored your need to rest and relax."

"Good. Your punishment will be spanking until I decide it's enough and you will not cum tonight. You're not allowed to touch yourself. I'll take pleasure from you but you're not allowed any sort of relief. Tonight I'll not cum inside you."

Jungkook's lips wobbled and he suppressed a sob. Jimin only did that when he was extremely disappointed with him. In these three years, it has happened only once. "Y-Yes, sir."

"What's your safe word?"

"Red, sir." His voice was low.

"Good. Get up and put your hands on the wall," he directed.

Jungkook stood up on shaky knees, heart still racing, tears burning his eyes. He didn't like it when Jimin was disappointed with him. He did as he was told. He put his hands on the wall beside his bed and spread his legs.

Once he was in position, Jimin took a stand behind him, running the leather belt over his naked flesh. The first hit was light with less force behind the action. Jungkook knew Jimin was letting him get used to the feeling, being considerate even after what he didn't deserve any consideration.

"One," he sniffled, feeling ashamed and unworthy of his kindness.

The belt came down again with the same intensity, light on his other butt cheek.

"Two."

Jimin kept it light two more times. Jungkook yelped when it came down harder, the hit causing his ass cheeks to jiggle. It stung but it felt right. It was what he deserved after breaking the basic rules. Jimin was such a good dom and boyfriend, but he'd gotten too comfortable and took his leniency for granted.

"Five," he counted.

The belt came down again, the sound of the belt hitting the skin reverberating off the walls. Jungkook clenched his chess, swallowing the stinging pain. He was sure his ass would be red now.

"Six."

This wasn't the first time he was being punished. He wasn't an easy sub and there were a lot of punishments involved at the beginning of their relationship. But Jungkook hated punishments and always behaved. However, recently he hadn't given any specific reason for Jimin to punish him. Until now.

The hits continued and Jungkook cried out every time it connected with his skin. He knew he could stop it anytime he wanted. He also knew Jimin would never push past his limit. He tried to keep still, despite his urge to move away or squirm.

"Twelve," he said, his voice wavering. His ass burned and he would have trouble sitting on it tomorrow. But this was what he deserved after being a disrespectful brat to Jimin.

Jimin stopped, throwing the belt on the bedside table. "Get on the bed, hands, and knees."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Jungkook wobbled a little and shivered again from the cold as he climbed on the bed, situating himself in the middle, standing on his hands and knees. He didn't see what other items Jimin brought from the closet, but whatever it was it sure wasn't going to provide him any relief. With that thought sobering him, he waited.

He felt the bed dip behind him. "What's your color?"

"Green, sir."

"Good." Jimin's soft hands were on his ass cheeks, rubbing over his flaming flesh gently. "I'm going to use this vibrator on you. Remember you do not get to cum today."

"Yes, sir." Jungkook hung his head, biting his lip.

Jimin took his time, spreading the lube over his rim. He slightly jerked up at the coldness. Then his finger pushed inside him. He worked efficiently, avoiding his prostate as he opened him up for the vibrator.

Jungkook bit his lips, held in his moans, and tried to relax the best. He made a soft protesting noise when his fingers left him but sighed when he felt the press of the tip of the vibrator in his entrance. He was hard and aching, cock dripping precum.

Jimin pushed the vibrator slowly, waiting for him to adjust. He moaned low when the vibrator sat snug inside him. His hole clenched around the device when Jimin switched it on, the vibrations directly hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves and he let out a loud moan.

The pleasure continued to build just the way he liked. He arched his back, circling his hips as the vibrator did its job. It felt so good. He bit his lips with a whimper, wanting Jimin's hands on him. The familiar pleasure built in his lower abdomen and his cock twitched.

Jimin increased the speed of the vibrator and Jungkook hung his head low, his hands shaking with the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through his core. When he couldn't take it any longer, he fell over the pillow, face, and chest pressing into it and ass grinding in the air, seeking relief.

His moans were uncontrolled as Jimin controlled the speed of the vibrator, driving him insane with pleasure. He wanted to touch himself badly but clenched his fists around the sheets knowing he wasn't allowed to do so. Jimin increased and decreased the speed, prolonging the pleasure.

His cock was steadily dripping precum and he was drooling over the pillows, mind filled with pleasure. The tight ball of pressure continued to grow and he was on the verge of that glorious explosion when a tight grip at the base of his cock and the sudden halt of vibration brought him back.

Jungkook whimpered, making a sound of protest and remembering this was his punishment. His body shook as he was denied something he wanted so badly. Jimin rubbed his back, running his hands over his thighs as he sniffled.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"G-Good, sir."

"Color?"

"Green, sir."

Jimin hummed as he removed the vibrator. He felt his fingers breach inside him and tensed again. His cocked twitched violently, hole oversensitive. Jimin pumped his fingers a few times before removing them.

The next thing he knew Jimin was pushing his length inside him in one go. He gasped, welcoming the familiar warmth and embracing the satisfaction that came with it. He began slowly, increasing to set a quick pace with powerful thrusts that meant for quick relief.

A hand teased his cock, jerking him off languidly and Jungkook moaned loudly. He pushed back his hips to meet each thrust and the pressure was once again building at an alarming rate. But once again, his orgasm was denied. Though he expected it, it didn't lessen the disappointment and the reminder of why he was being put through this.

Jimin pulled out without warning, maneuvered him on his back, finishing himself by fisting his cock. He threw his head back, catching most of the cum in his hands instead of painting Jungkook with it. Guilt flooded him upon realizing how bad he had been.

"I'm sorry," he cried, letting out loud sobs as he mourned the loss of one thing he wanted the most. Jimin didn't cum inside him or over him. He never wanted to disappoint his dom ever again. "I'm so sorry." His body shook.

Jimin's features softened. He wiped his hand on the sheet and immediately engulfed him in a hug. Jungkook snuggled into the crook of his neck, letting his tears free. Jimin stroked his hair, shushing him softly as he held him closer.

Jimin continued to hold him, gently stroking his hair and telling him how hard it was to punish him. Assuring him, he was a wonderful sub and boyfriend. That he believed Jungkook wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.

Jungkook nodded immediately but clung to Jimin as if his life depended on it. Later when Jimin had cleaned him, applied a soothing cream on his ass, massaging the flesh gently, and made him drink water before lying down next to him, Jungkook knew he had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

"I know."

"I love you," he whispered.

He felt Jimin sigh. "I love you too."

Jungkook smiled softly into his chest, relaxing as he welcomed the sleep, his mind peaceful and chest warm.

~End

Below are the prompts I posted on twitter & Wattpad, where I conducted a poll to let readers choose one for me. I'll post the chosen ones in the coming days, depending on my free time.