BTS Oneshots

Chrome Hearts

{Vmin}
{Smut & Fluff}
{Words: 2460}

"I want you to finger me with your rings on," Taehyung blurts out suddenly, causing Jimin to freeze and look up from his laptop.

"What?"

"I-I, um... I want..." Taehyung's face turns an adorable shade of pink. He starts to fidget with his fingers, and he bites his lip and suddenly refuses to meet Jimin's eyes. His voice drops to the cutest whisper Jimin has ever heard from him, repeating quietly, "I want you to um... t-to finger me. With your uh, with your rings on."

Jimin grins at him. "Is there a reason why, sweetheart?" He giggles lightly when Taehyung's blush darkens. Everything he does is cute; it isn't fair.

"N-No... it's just that you always take them off when you finger me and I wanted to know what it feels like when you don't take them off." His voice quietens down towards the end of his sort-of confession. Jimin sets his laptop aside and pats his thigh, urging Taehyung to come over and rest on his lap. The younger stumbles over, lanky legs getting tangled with each other before he falls onto Jimin's lap, the both of him giggling childishly at his clumsiness.

"Aigoo, you're so cute, Taehyungie," Jimin coos, nuzzling his nose against Taehyung's. "No 'm not," Taehyung protests weakly, head angled towards his lap. "The cutest~" Jimin whispers as he kisses Taehyung's neck gently.

"H- Hyung, " he whines, embarrassed. Jimin kisses everywhere he can reach; his neck, his chin, his cheeks and nose, and finally his lips. By the end of his kiss attack, Taehyung has dissolved into a mess of whining and giggles.

"You're my baby," Jimin says, grin never leaving his face. "I deserve to give you anything your heart desires."

He stands up, Taehyung still in his lap and carries him around his waist to the bedroom. "Now, are you gonna be a cute lil slut for me, Taehyungie?"

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"Stay still," Jimin murmurs, running a hand down Taehyung's back, slick with sweat. He squirms a bit more before he finally relaxes, still on Jimin's lap. "Good boy."

"S-Sir-"

"Shhh," Jimin soothes, tapping Taehyung's lower back once. He arches his back, pushing his butt out a bit more and Jimin coos appreciatively. "That's a good boy. Pass me the lube, would you?"

Taehyung reaches over, dragging his cock over the fabric of Jimin's jeans and gasping, a shudder going through his body. Jimin pokes and prods at Taehyung's cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart and teasing him by running dry fingers over his hole.

"P-Please, don't tease," Taehyung whispers as he hands Jimin the lube. "I'm already s-sensitive-"

There's a stark contrast with the two of them at the moment; Taehyung has not a single article of clothing on while Jimin, well Jimin is still fully clothed. It's something that asserts dominance over the other, and something that makes Taehyung feel small and submissive.

"Is that so?" Jimin muses, slapping Taehyung once and grinning in satisfaction when he arches with a whimper. "May I ask why?"

"F-Fingered myself before-"

"Oh? So you don't need mine?"

"No! No, Mimin, I do, just- please, please finger me do something, Jimin please-" he cuts himself off with something akin to a sob, rutting forward onto Jimin's thigh. "P-Please, please just- please, Jimin-"