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vmin] kinktober day 6: pet play 🐶

🔞Th goes home to Jm after a week schedule abroad, only to be showered with all sorts of little gifts.

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cw // pet play, possessive language (within the scene), praise, light degradation

This is really soft, but I still wanted to mark it for adults because of the scenario.

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

Jm is a giver.

Th has known this for some time now. It’s still sweet, but no longer surprising, when Th wakes up to Jm offering him his favorite pastry from their favorite cafe a block away. The same goes for the knick-knacks and jewelry, the pretty earrings

that made Jm think of Th so much so that “I swear I /had/ to buy them, Tae.”

Sometimes there are suggestive gifts, too, though often not directly. A cute pastel bear plushie, for instance, that he lifted from the bag curiously. He thanked the other for the endearing gift,

before Jm’s eyes sparkled. “Aren’t you going to hug your new friend?” he asked. And when Th did so, in confusion, it squeaked in response and Th’s face flushed. “I happened to pass by this cute pet boutique on my way back, and couldn’t leave without

getting something for my best pup.”

And other times, the gift is Jm peppering his face with kisses as he sleeps, running off smiling before Th can reciprocate. Or Th stopped at the doorway of the apartment with an insistent boop on the nose before Jm moves

aside so Th can rush to some scheduled event. Or Jm surprising him with coffee when they get into a car together, headed to the same filming location.

So Th is expecting something, really, when he gets back from a difficult schedule abroad. Jm had texted him to go to the older

boy’s apartment directly, to not worry if he has extra clothes or toothpaste–Jm would take care of everything, if that was okay. And Th had agreed easily, happy to skip a stop and be able to fall into Jm’s arms that much sooner.

He ponders what sort of gift Jm will have for him as he waits in the elevator. Th has brought a gift for Jm, too–a gorgeous over-the-shoulder bag from the designer brand Th had been modeling for–and lets himself imagine the response. Imagine the gift Jm will hand him in turn.

A pretty bracelet, with a charming design. Something glamorous enough that it passes Jm’s high standards, but subtle enough that Th can find plenty of occasions to wear it to. Or a kiss, maybe, deep and hungry.

The first gift, evident from the moment Th opens the door, is takeout from a local Korean restaurant, the aroma of the food he’d missed so dearly wafting through the air.

Jm is there to greet him before he can even turn the corner, jumping up and hugging him. Th lets go of

his duffel quickly to support his boyfriend’s weight with his arms, circling around with a laughing Jm finally in the same space as him again.

And they catch up and eat dinner. Th thanks him, as always, for the gift. When they finish, Th presents his own gift. Jm opens it

with eager eyes, hugging Th as soon as he sees the accessory. He promises to wear it the next time he’s at the airport, so it’ll be seen all over the internet. He’ll brag about how Th gave it to him one day, he swears, and Th laughs in delight.

It’s the same cozy room Th remembers, and any tension left in his body relaxes at the familiarity. He circles the layout he knows so well until his eyes catch on something new. A cushion on the floor next to Jimin’s side of the bed. It’s fluffy and white, with pink

accents, and in the shape of a paw. Th’s eyes snap back to Jm.

“When I bought it, I put it down right away,” Jm tells him. “So that I could imagine having my pet back on his knees for me every night. Thought about so many creative ways to play with you.”

Th is getting turned on just by the other boy’s words, and Jm clearly notices. But Jm also has a habit of giving Th what he /needs/ over what he wants, so he adds, “We have the whole weekend for that, though, don’t we? Two whole days for me to have my way with you.”

He steps forward so there’s no space left between them, breath brushing across each other’s lips. “So I think tonight I’d better just take care of my sweet pup, yeah? Give him just enough pleasure to sleep well so he has energy for what comes after.”

It’s true that Th’s tired, and whatever grand ideas Jm hinted at sound tempting and exhausting in equal measures. So he nods simply in agreement, breathing a laugh when his forehead knocks into Jm’s.

“Okay, good,” Jm says, apparently satisfied. “But the cushion wasn’t really your present anyway.” He walks over to the dresser and pulls out a thin box from a jewelry store, tied up with a pretty bow. He hands it to Th, motioning for him to open it.

Inside is a new collar. A pretty baby blue one, encrusted with gems, a little metal hoop in the front. For a leash, Th supposes, though they’ve never used one. Th runs the pad of his thumb across the material: the inside a soft leather, the outside interrupted by cold stone.

Th moves it slightly, watching how it shines in the light. They aren’t playing yet, so Th laughs in amusement. “Are these real crystals, Jm-ie?”

“Well, yeah,” Jm replies. “It’s going on /you/, so it has to be.” He backtracks. “Well, assuming you like it?”

Th hadn’t even realized he’d been silent and beams at Jm. “Of course I love it.” Jm, face adoring, pinches his bread cheek where it lifted when he smiled.

“And you /do/ want to play a little?” Jm asks. “We can just sleep, or fool around without playing.”

Th shakes his head. “You’re right that I’m not up for a lot, but I want you to take care of me.”

“Wanna be my pretty pup for a bit?”

Th nods.

“Wanna get on your knees for me?” Jm asks next, though Th knows it’s less a question and more a command as he quickly shuffles onto the floor, surprised by how soft the paw-shaped pillow really is. His knees sink into it slightly, and he shifts until it’s the most comfortable.

Jm lets him adjust, watching him expectedly.

Th holds the box out and tilts his head to bear his neck better. “Good boy,” Jm says, a smile in his tone, lifting the collar to put on Th himself. He takes his time, letting his fingers graze Th’s neck,

but ultimately clasps the back, leaving space to breathe. His fingers trail back to the little metal ring in the front, and his pointer finger tugs slightly as he asks, “It isn’t too tight, is it?”

Th shakes his head, happy when he feels the resistance from Jm, finger

finger still resting in the metal loop. “No, Sir.” He feels hot again, but can’t tell if it’s from the situation or from the way Jm’s expression has shifted into something intense. Eyes half-lidded, tongue poking at the side of his cheek.

Jm’s other hand pets through his hair at the response, and Th leans into the touch. “And color?”

“Green, Sir.” Sometimes Th feels like Jm is playing fifty questions in these moments, but each question just serves to make Th feel more cared for. The questions both remind Th

of how careful Jm is with him, while also helping him shift into a more submissive headspace. If Jm thinks they’re necessary, Th figures he’s probably right.

Jm spreads his legs, pulling on Th’s collar until he shifts closer. Then he lets go of the collar, thumbing at Th’s

face instead. He does this for several minutes, the sensation soothing enough that Th’s eyes flutter closed, tilting into the sensation until he’s leaning his weight on one of Jm’s thighs.

Th startles then, eyes opening to look up at Jm for reprimand. He shakes his head, though.

“Sir just wants you to relax, pup. You can lean against my thigh. In fact,” he says, bending over to bring their faces closer. “I don’t want my puppy to have a single thought in his head.”

“What about how I’m Sir’s?” Th asks. He’s not trying to be contrary, but he’s

remembering what Jm’s said in the past during scenes. About how he doesn’t want Th to think about anything /except/ how he belongs to Jm.

Jm slips his fingers between Th’s neck and the collar. “I think you know that even without thinking,” he says, smile toeing the line

between affectionate and mean. “I don’t think my puppy’s thinking at all when he’s begging me to mark him as mine, do you?”

Th flushes deeper, the warmth of his cheeks surely seeping into Jm’s leg through his jeans. “No, sir,” he admits, thighs shifting against each other.

Jm’s gaze shifts to catch the motion before returning to Th’s face.

“Perfect,” Jm says. He leans over Th to the side table, pulling out the puppy ears. Th lifts his head again, letting Jm take his time clipping them in. He leans back to look, making sure they’re even. He

nods to himself when he’s satisfied, and then cups Th’s face with both hands.

When he kisses him, it’s wet and dirty, possessive and claiming. By the time Jm releases him, Th feels lightheaded as he pants slightly to catch his breath. Jm thumbs across Th’s bottom lip

until he opens his mouth, pushing the digit past his teeth. Jm leans in again, this time to swipe his tongue across where Th’s lips part around his finger, and hums in satisfaction.

“Then it’s time for me to take care of my messy pup.”

–

After everything, there’s another gift. Strawberry lollipops–Th’s favorite–paired with plenty of water and an endless supply of cuddles. Th basks in the attention, in Jm arranging the blankets over them both, kissing Th on the forehead. Th feels like

he’s floating, really, between the warmth of Jm’s arms and the soothing quality of his humming, the taste of strawberry still on his tongue.

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just noticed i deleted the first bracket before vmin in the main post and trying not to be annoyed ahjjsdkf BUT love vmin. im actually working on a bigger vmin petplay piece lately, and i might edit this to be part of it :)

thanks again to the bestest @hopeful_writes