Therapy | Jinmin ✔️

Sixteen

Jin felt self-conscious as he slipped out of his robe, taking his time as Jimin had demanded.

"Eyes on me," Jimin calls out to him as he looks down at his body. He quickly lifted his head and looked over at Jimin penetrating stare.

Jimin eyes scanned Jin's naked body as his robe fell to the floor, even though he had a pregnancy bump in front of him, it did not take away from how sexy he looked.

"Turn around." he motions to Jin, "slowly." he makes sure to clarify.

Jin closed his eyes and did as Jimin commanded for him too. Jimin watched him with his eyes, exploring every inch of his body as he turned until he felt content.

"Okay, turn to face me." Jin, once again, did as he is told feeling nervous and uncertain about what Jimin had in mind.

The man before him was crazy without a doubt, and he didn't know what to expect from him.

"Start getting dressed, underwear first."

Jin looked over on the bed and picked up the string-like material that he supposed Jimin was referring to. As he was about to attempt to put it on, Jimin stopped him.

"Wait, sit at the edge of the bed, and take your time putting it on." Jimin sat up in the chair and leaned forward to look at Jin closely as he sat down at the edge of the bed.

When Jin had gotten the underwear to his ankles, Jimin stops him again. "get up, and turn around."

Jin got up from the bed, using it for support as he turned for Jimin. "Next time slower," Jimin commented, making Jin curse under his breath.

"I am going to pretend I didn't hear anything. Now, please continue what you were doing."

Bending down, Jin pulled the underwear from his ankle up, "slower." Jimin said as he took in Jin's ass that was bent over in front of him. He nibbled on his top lip and leaned back in the chair, watching Jin cooperating with his request.

Jin let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he got the underwear up to his waist. He looked down at his member to see it covered, which was the opposite of his ass. That had a string between its cheeks.

"turn around."

Jin didn't allow Jimin to tell him to slow this time around as he had gotten a gist of what Jimin wanted him to do.

He was feeling in control, and he reached for the sheer crop top that was on the bed.

"I don't believe I told you to touch that yet," Jimin said, surprising Jin.

"S-sorry."

"Each time you misbehave, know there is a punishment for it. You may now proceed to put on the top." Jimin said as he loosens his tie completely and throws it onto the floor.

He watched Jin put on the crop top that fitted him perfectly, he smirked had how accurately he had guessed Jin's size. He was always impressed with how good Jin looked in it.

"Knee-high stockings, now."

Jin turned and picked up the black knee-high stockings, his eyes lingering on them as he wondered what kind of sick shit was Jimin turned on by but decided not to say anything. The quicker he could get the night over with, the better it would be for him.

"I want you to put them on, the same way you did the underwear, and remember, this is not a race, so take your time."

Jimin watched Jin intently, who was doing exactly as he had instructed him to do. His cock was hard in his pants, and it was becoming more difficult for him to sit still, but he was a man of patience when he wanted to be, so he wasn't going to move until he got Jin to do what he wanted.