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[vmin] kinktober day 2: degradation✨

🔞Th is just curious when he asks the question, but Jm's answer is more than he bargained for.

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cw // praise, light degradation (use of slut and whore tho), kink discussion, implied blowjob, dom/sub undertones

Also somehow I made this so soft and a bit silly?

Reminder: this fic is 🔞 so please respect that. If you are a minor please look away and block this account.

They’re lying in bed, washed up and wrapped in clean sheets, the scent of floral shampoo in the air. Jm’s humming some soft, uncomposed tune where he’s laying against Th’s chest, using his finger to trace patterns into his skin through his T-shirt.

Th says it abruptly, with no context, because it’s been on his mind. Neither of them have a filter, anyway. “How do some people get off on degradation?” Jm turns his face to muffle his laugh in the fabric of Th’s shirt. “But really, Jm-ah! I don’t get why you would

think insults are hot. Don’t you want to feel attractive to your partner?”

Jm twists around and props his chin up in his hands, eyes glittering with amusement as he watches and listens attentively. “Confused because of your massive praise kink, Tae?”

Th juts his lower lip out in betrayal, but Jm just laughs brightly again. “Degradation and praise aren’t always separate, y’know. Some people use them together.”

Th makes a confused noise in his throat and tries to picture it. “I don’t get it.”

“Well,” Jm starts. “Maybe you don’t get off on being bluntly insulted like some people might. But I’m wondering if you’d really mind being my little whore who can’t help but make a dirty mess at just the thought of me. But only me, of course.” He lowers his voice

teasingly. “My pretty little slut, always waiting to be used.”

Th doesn’t break eye contact, but after a moment of silence he groans in annoyance and drops his head back to stare at the ceiling, ignoring

where Jm turns in his peripheral vision to look pointedly at Th’s crotch, the bulge visible under Th's sweats and the thin sheet.

“So,” Jm starts, smug.

“Please don’t,” Th protests, throwing an arm across his eyes.

Jm’s laughing again–not unkind, never unkind. The sound of bells chiming in response to his suffering. “I’m down to try whatever, Baby Bear. After everything we’ve done, is this really embarrassing you?”

“Yes,” Th groans, but doesn’t resist when Jm pulls his arm back down.

Jm doesn’t say anything else, just smiles at him in contemplation. It makes Th nervous.

“So, are you going to do it?” Th eventually asks.

His mouth quirks into a smirk, the type that makes Th’s knees give out. “Oh? Is my pretty slut really that desperate to be my toy

after all? Gonna let me play with you even after you’re covered in your own sticky mess, ready to be used again and again, as many times as I wish?”

Th whimpers in response, but then Jm’s grin softens. Th almost gets

whiplash at the sweet tone of his voice when Jm says, “Let’s stop there for tonight, though, Love. First of all, I’m still tired from earlier,” he says, a teasing reminder of their activities not even an hour before. “Second, more importantly, I do think we need to talk about

this in more detail. I’d be more comfortable, at least. Never want you to slip and worry you’re not everything to me.” He shifts to lean over and peck Th lightly. “But I promise, we will talk about it when we wake up. And then I’d be delighted to play with you like that.”

Th feels his heart flutter, just like it always does, at his soulmate’s careful consideration. At the same time, however…

“So we’re just going to ignore it, then?” Th asks, nodding awkwardly to his boner.

Jm snorts, shifting again and pulling the sheets off of them both. “I’m not cruel, Taetae, and I never mind taking care of my baby.” His fingers play with the waistband of Th’s sweats. “Gonna suck you off, sound good?”

“You can just tell me if you want me to compliment your

lips, Jm-ie. Don’t pretend you don’t have a praise kink, too.”

This time, Jm hides his smile by burrowing his face in Th’s clothed thighs. “Is that a no?” he asks, voice high with mirth. “We can just ignore it, after all. If that’s what baby wants.”

Th whines in protest. “That was definitely not a no. Of course. Do what you want.”

When Jm pulls his sweatpants down, Th lifting his hips automatically, he sits back to scrutinize him, eyes scanning from head to toe for just long enough to make

Th squirm. Then he leans down and kisses the head of his cock.

“You can look down at me while I do it, if you want.” Jm murmurs, his voice a teasing vibration. “Try to feel in control, even knowing what you really want is to be on your knees for me.”

Th intends to give a witty comeback, he really does. But then Jm wraps his pretty lips around him and Th isn’t thinking much at all.

[end]

I had so much fun writing this, and hope you enjoyed! Thank you as always to @hopeful_writes for looking this over for me, and always being so supportive :)