Author: Leminie
On Ao3
Bp jimin
Summary: Jimin acts up to get attention. Jeongguk punishes him.
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Jimin is bored.
When he woke up from his nap not too long ago, he expected to be surrounded by Jeongguk’s arms, but he was alone. A few steps out of their bedroom and the sounds coming from Jeongguk’s home office told Jimin all he needed to know: Jeongguk is working on his day off, even though he promised Jimin that they’d spend the entire day together.
To be fair, they did spend the morning and the majority of the afternoon attached at the hip. The day started with a stroll by the Han River, fingers intertwined and swinging between them, before they stopped by a cute cafe that Jimin saw on Instagram for brunch. They took lots of photos together and of each other, and even updated their profile pictures across all their social media.
After the meal, they headed back home and snuggled on the couch to play video games together. Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever laughed that hard in his life, the lack of coordination between their characters appalling, and the scrunch of Jeongguk’s nose as he smiled showed Jimin that he was having just as much fun.
Eventually, the two of them tired out, and they decided to take an afternoon nap. Jimin curled up in his favourite position—head tucked under Jeongguk’s chin, legs tangled under the thin blanket they use in the summer, with Jeongguk’s arms wrapped tightly around him. They exchanged whispers and giggles, proclamations of love and promises for the future, and Jimin drifted off to sleep with his lover humming a sweet melody into his ear.
So no, Jimin can’t really complain about how the day was spent, because Jeongguk didn’t look at his work phone even once, and even left it at home when they were out. Jimin should be happy that they had such a great time, and he is. He loves every moment he shares with Jeongguk.
But… he’s also very bored.
It’s summer break for the students, so he has no lessons to plan or assignments to mark, and all the new books he bought are on a shelf in Jeongguk’s office and… oh. That gives him an idea. Because he’s not just bored, he’s also a little bit horny, having dreamt of a few salacious situations that left him wet and aching.
He puts the plan into action by first taking a steamy shower, then applying some makeup. Not too much, as he’ll probably end up crying if he plays his cards right because he almost always cries (from pleasure or otherwise) when they have sex, but just enough to complement what he plans on wearing. A bold red lip and a few coats of waterproof mascara later, he pads over to their large walk-in closet to retrieve his piece de resistance—a scarlet babydoll made of a soft, sheer material, that leaves nothing for the imagination. It’s held together in the front by a ribbon that he ties into a bow, and he turns in front of the mirror, admiring how his body looks. The fabric ends high on his thighs, only just covering his ass, but any movement will reveal what Jeongguk is missing out on, which is exactly what he wants to do.
Jimin contemplates slipping on the matching panties, but forgoes them, deciding that if he’s doing this, he’s going all out—leading him to his next choice. He stands on a small stool to reach for a box on the highest shelf, and coughs when he inhales a little bit of the dust that’s accumulated. He removes the lid, and takes out a pair of red stilettos. He’s only worn them once before, and that was years ago, when he regularly went clubbing. Thankfully, the one wear was not enough to dirty or damage the shoes, and Jimin breathes a sigh of relief as he examines them thoroughly. Once they’re on, Jimin practices walking in them until he no longer wobbles, then observes his appearance once more. The heels accentuate his calves and lengthen his legs, and miraculously match the colour of the babydoll almost exactly.
He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he imagines Jeongguk’s reaction.
Feeling empowered, confident, and ready to be fucked, Jimin struts to Jeongguk’s office, his stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. As he reaches the door, he hears Jeongguk’s phone ring, and it’s perfect timing. He slides it open and beelines for the large bookcase opposite Jeongguk’s desk, turning his head only once to smirk at his lover, whose jaw has dropped to the floor. He’s still in the grey sweatpants he threw on for their nap, his top bare except for a few fading hickeys along his neck, muscles in full view.
“Darling,” Jeongguk breathes, phone still ringing in his hand. “What…?”
“I’m just grabbing a book,” Jimin replies nonchalantly, pretending to scan the shelves, before sending him a scathing look. “You should probably answer that, you wouldn’t want to miss out on work today.”
But Jeongguk is still staring, eyes practically falling out of his head as they feast on the sight in front of him. Jimin giggles to himself, his plan seeming to have worked a little too perfectly, and he takes a few short steps to lean over the desk and answer the call for Jeongguk.
“Don’t mind me,” Jimin whispers with a smile and a wink, and returns to his position in front of the books.
Jeongguk blinks, then realizes what Jimin did, quickly apologizing to the poor soul on the other side of the phone, reassuring whoever it is that he’s present. And honestly, Jimin is so gone for Jeongguk that he really would be fine sitting next to him as he speaks about anything and everything because his voice is Jimin’s most favourite sound. But that probably won’t get him fucked the way he wants to be, so he carries on.
Peering over his shoulder to make sure Jeongguk is still watching him (oh, he very much still is), Jimin then raises his arm to reach for a book on one of the top shelves. It’s not very high, and both of them know this, but Jimin is hell bent on riling Jeongguk up, so he acts as if he’s struggling, the babydoll lifting with his movements, displaying the swell of his ass. He finally grasps the book, then drops it purposely with an exaggerated gasp. He bends at the waist to pick it up, exposing his hairless pussy now too, and he hears a thud coming from Jeongguk’s direction. When he lifts his head and turns around, he pouts when he sees that the thud was probably Jeongguk’s chair knocking his desk, as he’s now faced the opposite way.
With a huff, Jimin stomps around the desk, arms crossed and foot tapping, Jeongguk now trying to look everywhere but at him as he continues speaking about new marketing strategies. Jimin kneels between Jeongguk’s knees, his pout deepening as he still isn’t given any attention. Tired of being ignored, Jimin reaches for Jeongguk’s cock, the outline of it quite visible, and strokes it through Jeongguk’s pants, letting out a satisfactory hum as it hardens under his touch. He looks up at Jeongguk under his eyelashes, only to see that he’s now even more engrossed in the phone call than before, and it frustrates him.
He dressed up like this for Jeongguk, he put on these heels, put on this makeup, all for Jeongguk—his mind tells him he did it for himself to get a rise out of Jeongguk so he can get fucked hard but he tells that voice to shut up. He deserves Jeongguk’s eyes on him. He deserves acknowledgement and an indication that his efforts are appreciated. Now with more determination and a miffed expression on his face, Jimin lowers Jeongguk’s sweats and boxers just enough to pull his cock out, and immediately licks along the entire shaft.
The only reaction he gets is a cough.
Fine, Jimin thinks, two can play at that game.
He sucks on the tip of Jeongguk’s cock, hollowing his mouth, before pressing his tongue into the slit, swallowing down the salty liquid that has started to seep out. He sits back on his heels to see what Jeongguk will do, and he does absolutely nothing.
Infuriated, irritated, and annoyed, Jimin throws all caution to the wind and takes Jeongguk’s entire cock into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he feels Jeongguk at the back of his throat, gag reflex nonexistent. He swallows purposefully, and finally, a low groan rumbles from Jeongguk’s chest. Jimin beams internally as he starts bobbing his head, and a thrill shoots up his spine when a hand grabs his hair, forcing him to stay down, Jeongguk’s cock buried deep in his throat.
Jimin practically vibrates with excitement as he waits for Jeongguk to move his hand, say something, or do anything really, but his grip remains firm. Then it dawns on Jimin that what was supposed to make Jeongguk focus on him has actually made it easier for him to be ignored, as he can’t move while he cockwarms Jeongguk with his mouth. When he whines pathetically around Jeongguk’s cock and just gets shoved further down, he resigns himself to his fate, until he realizes that his hands are still free.
Jeongguk, somehow still on the topic of advertising, doesn’t notice (or so Jimin thinks) as his right hand creeps between his thighs. Jimin presses a finger to his wetness and drags it up to his clit, shivering as he moves the digit in slow circles. Wanting more, he kneels wider for easier access and gathers the slick on three fingers, rubbing them quickly across the nub. His breaths are ragged as he’s forced to breathe through his nose, but it’s not long before he brings himself to the edge, a phenomenon that often happens when he cockwarms.
He moans around Jeongguk’s cock, the vibrations causing his gaze to drop down to Jimin, and the sound of fluid splattering on the floor is unmistakable as he squirts, fingers flying across his clit as he rides out his orgasm.
“I’ll call you back,” Jeongguk finally says, hanging up without hearing what the other has to say, placing the phone on the glass table with a thunk.
Jimin’s eyes flick up, hand still pressed to his pussy, and the look on Jeongguk’s face makes his cunt throb. Jeongguk pulls Jimin off his cock by his hair, and slaps his cheek—it’s more of a light tap, but the intention to humiliate is still there.
“First you waltz in here when I’m working, and you flash your ass and cunt like a fucking slut,” Jeongguk scoffs. “Then you keep going—sucking my cock while I’m in an important meeting, and making yourself come all over the floor. Anything to say for yourself?”
Jimin stays quiet, lips pursed defiantly. He’s slapped across the other cheek with a little more force this time, but not enough to sting.
“I said,” Jeongguk growls. “Anything to say for yourself?”
“N-no sir,” Jimin shakes his head.
“So you’re just a desperate whore who only thinks with his pussy, hmm?”
“I wanted your attention,” Jimin mumbles.
Another slap. “Speak up, slut.”
“I said I wanted your attention!” Jimin repeats, louder this time, heat radiating from his cheeks as he realizes how pathetic he sounds.
“You wanted my attention?” Jeongguk raises a brow, chuckling to himself as Jimin nods weakly. “Fine, go wait on the bed. I have to clean up the mess you left here.”
“Y-yes sir,” Jimin responds, almost slipping on his own squirt as he stands, limbs a little shaky from his orgasm.
He hurries back to their bedroom, tosses the blanket onto the armchair in the corner, and sits on the bed. It seems like he waits forever, but Jimin doesn’t dare move to check the time or occupy it by touching himself again in case Jeongguk walks in at any moment. It’s torture, this state of limbo, and he even wonders if Jeongguk forgot what he told him to do, when he steps inside the room and closes the door behind him.
Jimin remains seated and silent, watching as Jeongguk doesn’t even spare him a glance, instead walking to their dresser and rummaging through the drawer dedicated to their sex toys. The parallels between this and Jimin’s more dramatic scene with the bookshelf are not lost on him. When Jeongguk shuts the drawer and stands, Jimin cranes his neck and crawls forward on the bed to look over Jeongguk’s shoulder, curiosity taking over him. He cocks his head at what he sees—a single wand vibrator and its remote. Usually, Jeongguk likes to set out a few toys and pick from them when the mood is right. The fact that he had a specific one in mind surprises Jimin.
He then pushes the armchair in front of the bed and transfers the blanket to the top of the dresser. Humming in satisfaction, he makes sure the wand is fully charged before saying to Jimin, “I’ve had a little game in mind for a while now.”
“What’s the game, sir?” Jimin asks, interest piqued.
“Oh,” Jeongguk laughs. “It’s a game for me, but a punishment for you.”
Jimin gulps. “A punishment?”
“Don’t act all innocent now, slut,” he chuckles. “You’ve been acting like such a brat, and brats need to be put in their place.”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Kneel,” Jeongguk commands, and Jimin does as he’s told, legs folding neatly underneath him.
Jeongguk stares at him from above and seems to be in deep contemplation, then decides that something else may be necessary. He goes back to their sex toy drawer and returns to Jimin with heart-shaped handcuffs and tweezer nipple clamps. The clamps are connected by a chain that similarly extends in the middle and ends with a clip. Jimin eyes the objects warily as his imagination runs wild, still unsure of what Jeongguk plans on doing to him, but he trusts his lover with his life and knows that he’ll feel good, and more importantly, be safe.
Jeongguk pushes Jimin’s knees apart to put him in a wider stance, and places the wand vibrator under his bare cunt, aligning it perfectly with Jimin’s clit. He then bends down to grab Jimin’s chin and kiss him firmly once, then twice.
“Use your safeword at any time and the punishment will end, okay?” he murmurs softly.
“Yes sir,” Jimin breathes.
“I’ll be proud of you either way, you know that right?”
“Yes sir,” Jimin smiles, getting a peck on his nose. They’ve been together for years and have been having sex for just as long, but Jeongguk always makes sure that he’s comfortable. It fills him with so much warmth and love that he can’t help but say it out loud.
“I love you too, darling,” Jeongguk strokes his cheek and stands back up. He takes a second to sink back into character, then he walks back to the armchair and sits, fingers drumming on the armrests. “When I say ‘down’, lower yourself onto the vibrator. When I say ‘up’ you lift yourself off of it. Tell me when you’re close. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good,” his lover nods, pressing a button on the remote to start the vibrations. “Down.”
Jimin lowers himself onto the wand and groans as it vibrates and thrums against his clit deliciously. He rests his hands behind him and swivels his hips, trying to get as much pleasure out of this as possible.
“Up.”
With a soft whine and a frown, Jimin lifts himself up. Jeongguk waits, watching Jimin squirm as the vibrator buzzes below him, so close and yet so far.
“Down.”
“Thank you sir,” Jimin sighs, eyes closing as the vibrator meets his clit, sending tingles up and down his spine.
It continues just like this for a while. Jeongguk doesn’t let Jimin’s orgasm build, forcing him off the vibrator before he can even begin to climb. Jimin is dripping between his legs, some of his wetness pooling in a damp spot on the grey sheets.
“S-sir please,” Jimin begs when he’s down again.
“Please what?” Jeongguk smirks, looking so relaxed where he’s sitting, the opposite to Jimin who’s completely debauched.
“Wanna come,” he pouts.
“Aw, do you?” Jeongguk coos, mocking him.
“Y-yes.”
“Too bad. Up.”
Jimin groans in frustration, glaring daggers at Jeongguk.
“Did you forget that you’re being punished? You misbehaved. This is what you get. Down.”
To Jimin’s surprise, Jeongguk doesn’t make him go back up as fast as before, and the beginnings of a climax stir deep inside him.
“I’m close,” he reluctantly grits out, knowing that Jeongguk will most likely deny him of his orgasm, though it’s better than if he came without asking. He doesn’t know how angry Jeongguk will be if he does that again.
“Great,” his lover grins wolfishly, pausing for a second. Jimin foolishly has hope that he’ll be able to come as he gets closer and closer but then—“Up.”
Jimin whimpers as he fights the strong urge to keep himself on the vibrator, fingernails digging into his thighs as the feeling ebbs away.
“Still feel like coming?” Jeongguk laughs cruelly as if he told a joke and Jimin is the punchline.
“No sir,” Jimin mutters.
“Good. Down.”
Jimin almost feels like some kind of dog, following orders and doing tricks to his owner’s amusement and entertainment—the thought makes him moan.
“Enjoying this, slut?”
“Mm.”
“Touch yourself.”
Jimin’s hands travel to his pussy but a tsk from Jeongguk tells him that that’s not what he meant, so he raises them to his chest instead. He tugs on his nipples through the babydoll and rolls them with his fingers, moaning obscenely as it expedites the climb to his orgasm.
“G-gonna come,” he gasps, the friction of the fabric against his nipples delectable.
“Are you?”
“Yes!” Jimin shouts. “Please sir, p-please let me come!”
“I don’t think so. Hands off. Up.”
“No!” Jimin cries as all stimulation is removed.
“No?” Jeongguk echoes. “You should be thanking me that I’m even letting you get this close to begin with. I’m waiting.”
“Thank you sir,” Jimin sniffs.
“Good boy. Down.”
Jimin gets his orgasm denied two more times, Jeongguk forcing him off the vibrator closer and closer to the peak each time, turning him into a blubbering mess. He’s so incredibly wet, his nipples are puffy and sore, and his entire pussy aches with the need to come. Unable to take it anymore, he brings two fingers to his clit and starts rubbing.
“What do you think you’re doing, slut?” Jeongguk hisses, grabbing onto Jimin’s wrist.
“I want to c-come,” Jimin sobs, head hanging dejectedly. “Please sir, i-it hurts.”
“I don’t care what you want,” Jeongguk spits. Jimin knows it’s an obvious lie but the words do their job anyway, making him feel small.
Jeongguk lets go of Jimin’s hand and turns the vibrator off, then picks up the handcuffs and nipple clamps lying to the side. He unties the bow and lets the babydoll fall apart before attaching to clamps to Jimin’s nipples. He adjusts them so they’re to the tightness that Jimin loves, and Jimin mewls at the pinch, his nipples already so tender from his own ministrations. Then, Jeongguk clicks the heart cuffs around Jimin’s wrists. They’re fairly easy to get out of if Jimin really wanted to, and Jeongguk makes him demonstrate the motion before continuing. He attaches the chain of the handcuffs to the nipple clamps with the clip.
“Good luck trying to touch your greedy pussy now, slut,” Jeongguk grins, settling back into the chair to admire his handiwork. He thinks Jimin looks absolutely gorgeous like this. The deep red babydoll brings out the red of his lips and the red of his swollen pussy. There are tear tracks on his cheeks, and his nipples and hands are all taken care of. His cock twitches in his pants, and he turns the vibrator back on. “Down.”
Jimin’s body shakes as he sinks back down, wincing as his wrists move too far from his chest and tug at the clamps. He pants as he’s overcome with pleasure yet again, and gazes under half-closed lids at Jeongguk. Looking at him reminds Jimin of why he’s doing this, and something in his mind shifts. He wants to be good for his lover. He wants to be obedient, and disciplined, and make Jeongguk proud.
“Close,” Jimin exhales, preparing himself for another denial.
What he gets is so much worse.
“You really are, aren’t you?” Jeongguk muses, standing to move closer to Jimin. He grips his hair and tilts his head back.
“Y-yes sir,” Jimin answers, breathing heavily. “Can I come?”
Jeongguk laughs and says nothing, keeping his hold on Jimin’s hair tight.
“Sir, I’m really, r-really close,” Jimin says, voice wavering. “I’m gonna—I’m g-gonna—”
“Up.”
It’s too late, and Jimin is pushed over the edge, but he lifts himself up anyway. He sobs as his orgasm is ruined, pussy contracting and going through the motions while he feels none of the usual satisfaction, and not a hint of the usual high.
“Did that feel good?” Jeongguk smirks, cupping Jimin’s cheek. “You finally got to come.”
He shakes his head as he continues to cry. “N-no.”
“Ungrateful slut,” Jeongguk sneers. “Don’t wanna appreciate the things I give you? Fine. Down.”
Jimin practically weeps as he’s forced back onto the vibrator. He’s so much more sensitive now, and he thrashes, trying to escape the strong stimulation, but is pushed down on his shoulders by Jeongguk. It’s painful after his ruin, but then Jeongguk begins running his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs, across his abdomen, and over his ass. The touch grounds him and he whines, wiggling his fingers as he struggles to reach for Jeongguk’s arm. Jeongguk understands the wordless request and slots his hand between Jimin’s, who clings on immediately. The distraction works, and the phase of pain passes, evolving into pleasure.
“F-fuck,” Jimin moans. “I’m—oh—close.”
“So soon?” Jeongguk chuckles.
“Please, please, please let me come,” he begs, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand tightly.
“I’m going to ruin your orgasm again,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin can’t decide if knowing in advance is better or worse. “And you’re going to thank me.”
“No, please, sir, no!”
“Are you going to disobey?” Jeongguk raises a brow. “Is that what I’m hearing?”
“No!” Jimin shouts, shaking his head rapidly, his heart feeling like it’s going to beat out of his chest. “I’m good, I’m good, I’m a good boy.”
“You’re a good boy?” his lover repeats, sounding skeptical. Jimin wants that gone from his tone immediately.
“Y-yes sir,” Jimin nods.
“If you’re so good then ruin your orgasm yourself,” Jeongguk grins. “Don’t wait for me to tell you to get up.”
Jimin has no choice but to agree, desperately wanting, no, needing to prove that he’s good. He even grinds his hips down in circles to push him to come faster, a pleasant haze spreading throughout his mind when Jeongguk hums, acknowledging his efforts.
Jeongguk’s nose scrunches in amusement. “It was actually Yoongi-hyung on the phone.”
“You’re lying,” Jimin’s mouth drops.
“He kept trying to end the call after confirming something with me within the first 10 seconds and was so confused about why I kept saying the same things over and over again,” Jeongguk laughs, and Jimin joins in.
“Well I have to say that I appreciate your dedication,” Jimin says after they calm down. “I can only imagine what he thought was happening.”
“Oh, he definitely heard you come.”
“Oh my god!” Jimin’s face turns red.
“You’re not exactly quiet, darling,” Jeongguk smirks.
“That’s so embarrassing,” Jimin bemoans, burying his face in Jeongguk’s chest. But, after a moment, “It was worth it though.”
“Yeah?” his lover grins.
“Got my brains fucked out after, it’s an experience I can’t say I didn’t enjoy,” Jimin shrugs.
“Shit, I’d pay to be in the shoes of the guy who got to do that to you,” Jeongguk jokes.
“Sorry,” Jimin smiles. “There’s only one man I’d be good for.”
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