// anxiety , bdsm , spanking , impact play , nonsexual dominance , dom sub relationship

Thinking back about this joon and this koo (cause I could really use this right now) https://twitter.com/tae_tator/status/1295222386376224769

Koo is in his second year now, joon and him have been together for almost a year. They're living together in a small apartment close to campus. Their shared space is full of things so inexplicably /them/.

Joonie has pretty plants throughout the apartment, and a little pet turtle he loves to feed and take care of. Jungkook has photographs and art spread along the walls and a yoga mat and some exercise equipment in the corner.

It's their safe space where they can be together and be happy and loved~

So, joon immediately knows when something's wrong in their shared space. It's late on a friday, a little after midnight, and Namjoon is just getting back from a study group that went quite late.

He feels it when he walks in, the tension in the room. The lights are all off in the livingroom and kitchen. Yet Jungkook's homework is still spread out along the table and the tv is playing the soft piano music he likes to listen to when studying.

Everything is screaming at him that something's wrong. "Baby," Joon calls softly.

"In here," a tiny, sniffling cry came from their bedroom. Koo definitely sounds like he's crying and it causes Joon's heart to start beating erratically. Quickly he heads towards him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Joon asks softly as he enters their room. Koo is curled up in a little ball in the middle of their bed. One of Joon's shirts clutched tightly to his chest and every blanket from their linen closet ontop of himself.

If koo wasn't so obviously distraught, joon would have found it to be the cutest sight to come home too.

"Joon," koo said, peeking his head up at him.

"Hey baby boy," joon spoke softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Joon, " koo cried, tears falling faster, "I fucked up."

"Shh it's ok, baby," joon whispers gently, kissing koos forehead and brushing his hair back. "Tell me what happened baby."

"I-I...ya know that as-ssignment I had due tonight? I spent all da-ay on it and I-" koo bursts out in sobs, tears and snot trailing down his face.

"Shh it's ok koo, just breathe for me," joon coos, running his fingers through koo's thick hair. Koo takes some deep breaths, trying to calm himself enough to speak. Koo sits up slowly. He puts his head in his hands and speaks softly.

"I couldnt do it. I couldnt get it done" koo's voice is wobbly and wet as he speaks. "I turned it in for partial points, but-" koo stops to breathe before continuing, "but I'm just so mad at myself."

"Mm I understand," Joon hums, "Come here baby." Joon pulls koo into his lap.

Koo snuggles close to him, tucking his hands between their chests and his face into Joon's neck. They stay like that for a little while, just enjoying each other and koo slowly starts to calm down, but there's still guilt lingering in the pit of his stomach.

"Joon..."

"Mhm what is it baby?" Koo pulls away a bit to face Joon properly.

"I think I need to be...um punished." Koo plays with the collar of joons shirt nervously, running his fingers under and over it. Joons grip on koo's waist tightens. Koo waits patiently while joon hums in thought.

"Do you feel that way because it will help you, or do you think that's something I want or something I think you deserve?" Joon asks softly, moving his thumbs in gentle circles on his waist.

"I-I can't stop feeling guilty. I can't stop thinking about it."

"I need sir to help me let it go."

Joons grip tightens, holding koo closer. "Mkay, baby," he mumbles. He stands up, putting koo down on the ground. "I'm going to go get a couple of things, I want you naked when I get back."

"Yes, sir," koo nods eagerly.

Joon goes out to get a bottle of water and some snacks. He's not going to go hard on koo at all, just a few spanks until koo's all nice and red, but he's clearly been crying for a while. Poor boy is probably dehydrated, so joon plans to air on the side of caution.

Joon stops to pat his face with some water, making sure he's fully awake and ready for what's about to happen.

When he comes back into the room, koo is naked, like he asked, his clothes in a pile on the floor and the blankets still thrown about the bed.

Koo sits in the middle of the bed, his head bowed down and his knees spread slightly. Joon thinks koo's gorgeous in every way, but he also knows sex isn't what either of them want right now.

Joon sets the water and snacks down on their night stand and stands in front of koo.

He crosses his arms. "Baby," joon starts, his voice infinitely deeper now, "I heard you did something naughty. That you were a bad boy."

Koo's skin rises with goosebumps and he whimpers softly. "Y-yes. Yes, sir."

Joon sighs deeply. "Sir is going to have to punish you then. You're going to take your punishment like a good little boy, and then all will be forgiven. Can you do that? Can you be good for me?"

Koo tightens his grip on his thighs, his nails digging in and leaving marks.

"Yes, sir. Koo will be a good boy for you, sir."

"Good," Joon hums thoughtfully. "Stand up, you can look at me." Koo quickly does as he's told, some of the tension seeping out of his body at finally being able to look up at joon. He waits patiently for more orders from joon.

"What's this mess?" Joon points to his clothes on the floor, the mess of tissues on the nightstand, and the blankets all over.

"I'm sorry, sir." koo feels shame burning in his stomach, but he trusts joon, knows he loves him, knows it will all be ok afterwards.

Joon scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Fix the bed. Make it the right way or you're going to start over."

"Yes, sir," koo nods. Koo's slowly slipping, his mind thrumming with: "make the bed, make sir proud, be a good boy."

The shame in his stomach is starting to ease. Koo can make the bed!! Koo always makes the bed in the morning. Koo just makes the bed and then sir will call him a good boy.

Quick break in this while do a little bit of reading for my class. Any thoughts? https://curiouscat.me/tae_tator 

With determination set in his brow, koo scurries around fixing the sheets and the pillows, folding up the extra blankets and laying them along the trunk at the end of their bed. He spends extra time fluffing the pillows, checking that everything is neat and crisp.

Joon watches koo work, knowing koo hates being left alone or without joons attention in situations like these.

"The bed is made sir," Koo says softly, standing in front of joon.

Joon walks around the bed slowly. His heart is warm and fond, but his face is disinterested, bored.

"Hmm," he hums. Koo's stomach clenches nervously. "It looks good, baby. Good job."

Koo relaxes and smiles at the small praise. He feels a million times better already, but guilt and shame and other negative thoughts are still present in his mind.

He needs more and Joon knows it. "The bed looks good, but what's this?" Joon points to koos clothes thrown in a pile on the floor. He tsks and shakes his head.

It makes koo slip further, looking for a way to make it better, to have joon call him good again.

Koo feels bad for being messy (even though he purposely left them there).

"Clean this up. Put these in the laundry basket and get out some proper pajamas for yourself." Joon sounds firm, a little angry even, but koo trusts joon and he knows in his gut that this is good for him.

"Yes, sir," koo breathes out. He bends down and gathers all of the clothes up. He walks to their bathroom and places them in the basket. Then, he carefully opens their dresser, careful not to ruffle any clothes or unfold any.

He pulls out a pair of soft black shorts, the pair that he usually wears after any sort of impact play, they're soft and loose and even though they're not going to be doing any heavy impact play, koo doesn't want to wear anything different.

He goes to pick out a shirt and stops

He wants to grab one of joons shirts but with his current headspace it makes him stop. Would sir be ok with that? Or would that make him bad? Koo doesn't want to be bad.

"Jk," joon calls. The sound of his full name snaps koo out of it, looking up at joon nervously.

"Tell sir what you're thinking." Joon says, running his hands through koos hair calmly.

"I-...koo wants to wear one of sir's shirts."

"Silly boy," joon smiles down at him. "Wear that one," he points to a tattered old yellow shirt of his. Its koos favorite.

"Ok now, baby? Tell me your color."

Koo holds the shirt close to his chest, feeling his body and thinking about how he feels. He feels ok, joon having put him at ease quickly. He assess himself, trying to see if he's still in need of a punishment, if the guilt is still present.

It is. He still feels bad, guilty, still feels like this one mistake is gonna ruin his entire college career or that he's too dumb just from this one mistake. He breathes in. He's ok to continue. He needs more.

"I'm green, sir," koo says quietly.

"Mkay, baby. Good boy." Joon says softly. He pulls away from koo and sits on the bed. He scooches so the bend of his knees are pressed right up to the mattress. "Set the pajams down on the nightstand and come lay across my lap."

Koo stands and does as he's told.

As he sets the clothes on the nightstand, he realizes just how naked and vulnerable he is, but instead of causing him anxiety or making him feel uncomfortable it makes him feel so...safe? Safe and loved as he slips a little further.He just loves that he can be this way with joon.

He crawls onto the bed carefully. He brackets joons thighs with his knees on one side and his hands on the other before slowly lower himself until he's placed comfortably over joons lap.

They've been in this position many times, koo often needing a short spanking to alleviate his anxiety or his guilt, and sometimes for some fun playtime.

Joon smooths his hands all along the soft skin of koos plump asscheeks. He grips handfuls, punching and moving them around.

Then, he lays quick, short slaps against the younger boy's bottom. Warming up the skin and showing koo what it feels like and what to expect. Once koo is relaxed and his cheeks are warm and ready, joon moves his hands up to massage his back a little.

"Color, baby."

"Green, sir."

"Mm. Sir's gonna give you 25 spanks, just with his hand. What's your job?" Joon asks, digging his nails into koo's cheeks.

"Koo needs to count each one and stay still, " koo says easily.

"Mhm good boy." Joon praises.

The spanks are hard and quick, koo's body jolting with each spank. It's just what he needs, hard and painful but short, over quickly. The endorphins from the pain make koo fuzzy and hazy and before he knows it, it's over.

Joon pulls him chest to chest with him, cooing softly into his ear, kissing his cheek and his neck. "Such a good boy for me."

Koo's bottom should be fine, but joon still rubs a little alone into his red skin. Koo's not fully slipped, just right on the cusp, just a little hazy.

"Let's get you in some comfy clothes, baby." Joon helps him dress in the pajamas he pulled out and koo smiles at the soft feeling and size of joons big shirt.

"Be a good boy and drink some water," joon coos handing him a bottle.

Koo does as he's told, not realizing how dehydrated he is, and drinks most of the bottle before hanging it back to joon and whining for cuddles. Joon chuckled softly, grabbing a thing of gummies before cuddling in bed and pulling koo to his chest.

For a while they lay in calm silence, joon feeding gummies to koo and running his fingers through his hair gently.

"Thank you, joon-ah. I feel much better," koo sighs happily, pecking joons cheek.

"Of course baby. Anything for you."