Therapy | Jinmin ✔️

Twenty-Three

A/N: Umm, so yeah, this was a winner for this weekend; it's seven minutes before midnight until Monday, so sneaking this update in.

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Jin stared at Jimin, his heart beating fast against his chest, almost as if it was about to burst; he knew he shouldn't have mentioned anything to Jimin.

Jimin moved closer to Jin, pressing his gun to Jin's stomach; Jin trembled, and tears ran down his face. "I-I promise to tell you everything; please just move that thing away from my baby."

Smiling at Jin, Jimin pressed the trigger, causing Jin to scream and hugged his stomach until he realizes he wasn't in any pain. Looking down, he saw that he was perfectly fine.

Opening the gun chamber, Jimin flashed it before Jin, "it's empty, but next time you play this game with me, it won't be. Now, get your ass in the room; we can talk there." Jin watched as Jimin walked out of the room.

He turned to the toilet and vomited, feeling sick to his stomach after what Jimin had just done to him.

"Seokjin, I am waiting," Jimin called out.

Jin turned towards the sink and cleaned up himself; with trembling hands, he fixed the towel to his body and walked out of the room.

"Come here." Jimin motioned to him while lying on the bed naked. Jin stared at him in disbelief, not being able to comprehend how a man that pulled a trigger at him was now expecting him to join him in bed.

He had counseled many people, but Jimin was by far the sickest person he had ever met. He had only learned about such a personality in school, not knowing he would come to meet one. In his mind, he was not the right person to help Jimin and doubt the man could be helped. Mentally he was already far gone.

Jin refused to fuss with Jimin; he realized it was useless, and Jimin would do whatever pleased him. He had completely messed up his life, and he was now uncertain if what he was doing with Namjoon was even worth it.

Maybe he could make a deal with Jimin, and now, he was more thinking of doing so as his kids' safety was a priority before anyone else.

Dropping his towel, he starts walking towards the bed, but Jimin puts his hand up, stopping him, "slowly, you know I don't like to rush things."

Taking his time, listening to Jimin, Jin sauntered over to the bed; getting on his knees, he crawled towards Jimin.

Jimin stroked his member and motioned for Jin to come closer. "I want you to suck me as if your life depends on it."

Jin looked at Jimin's cock, then up at him, then back at his cock. Taking his hand, he gave begins stroking Jimin's cock that was hard. His mind wonders how he could have gotten so hard with them doing nothing before.

"Look at me when you suck me," Jimin told Jin, his eyes focused on Jin.

Jin looks up at him and leans down, closing his lips around the head of Jimin's cock. A groan leaves Jimin's lips, and his lust-filled eyes remained on Jin's. Keeping the heald Jimin's cock in his mouth, Jin used his tongue to lick all around it. Then he dipped his tongue at Jimin's urethra and twisted it all around. Jimin shifted on the bed and reached his hand to Jin's hair, grabbing a fistful.

Taking his mouth from Jimin's cock, Jin slides his tongue along it, his eyes never leaving Jimin's. He was delivering exactly what he wanted.

Putting his cock back into his mouth, he slowly lowers his mouth onto it, taking Jimin in as far as he could go until he hit the back of his throat. Slowly, he applies pressure with his tongue and lips.

Pulling back, he released Jimin dick from his mouth and pushed his dick upward, leaning down; he grazed his lips and kissed Jimin's balls. Taking one into his mouth, he massaged it with his tongue while sucking it-Jimin grunts and grips tightly into Jin's hair.

Jin keeps his focus alternating between Jimin's balls, sucking and toying with them. Then he moved back to his cock and took him in deeply as he could, sucking him slowly while twirling his mouth around Jimin's cock. Not once did Jin break eye contact with Jimin, who was staring right back at him, enjoying every bit of what Jin was doing.

Swirling his tongue around his cock, Jin pulled him from his mouth and kissed the tip of his cock, while staring at him, then he lowered his head, taking Jimin deep into his throat, moving up and down his cock rapidly as Jimin began shifting beneath him. Moving his hand to Jimin's ball sack, he massaged it well. He could feel Jimin's cock twitch; he released his hold on his ball sack, pressing his hands to Jimin's hips; he takes him as deep into his mouth as he could and hummed.

Jin stared at Jimin as he blasted his cum into his mouth. Squeezing his cock from the base, Jin enjoyed Jimin's moans; pulling back, he swallowed Jimin's cum, leaning down to lick up the remains that had dripped onto Jimin's crotch.

"Get on your knees and turn around," Jimin demands to Jin as he gets up from the bed.

Jin heard some movements behind him and then felt a cold liquid run down his ass. He then felt Jimin's firm hand grip his waist, pressing his cock into him. He began breathing heavily as he felt Jimin pushed deep into him; he cried out loudly. Jimin pulled back slowly and then slid forward until he had filled Jin up again. Slapping Jin on his ass, he repeats his actions causing Jin to squeal loudly.

Holding the sides of Jin's butt firmly, he thrust into him hard, as Jin rocked back onto his cock, pressing him deeper into him. His body began craving more of Jimin, and he moved back, meeting Jimin's thrusts.

Soon he began feeling the tension in his stomach and pressure in his cock; dropping his face into the bed, he cries out. Jimin slapped his ass repeatedly and drove his cock deeper into him each time.

Jin's body trembled; his moaning and gasping didn't stop as Jimin pound into him, his mouth opened wide, no words leaving, just his moans and gasps. He had no control over how his body was reacting. He vibrated, and butterflies filled his stomach as he came.

Jimin continued slamming into him, gripping him tightly by his waist; Jin heard a grunt and felt his cum spilled inside of him, warming and lubricating his insides.

After Jimin pulled out of him, Jin laid flat on his stomach, feeling exhausted. He gasped as Jimin slapped him on his ass, "it's not time to sleep; we need to talk."

Jin moaned and turned onto his back, "P-please, I am tired."

Jimin stared at him, feeling conflicted, then he sighs, "you are telling me everything I need to know when you wake up."

"I will," Jin whispered, almost falling asleep. The last he remembers is Jimin laying next to him and throwing a sheet over his body, pulling his body to his.

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A/N: I promise the next update will not take this long. Every time I have attempted to update this book, I got distracted by the thought of another book. My Jinmin deserves better than this; I am sorry. I will work to do better 😩. Thanks for never forgetting this book and always voting for it.