Jimin looks up at him, pupils dilating, breathing shallowly.
“I fucking hate you.”
A thrill of satisfaction runs down Jeongguk’s spine, and he just spreads his legs a little wider on Jimin’s examination table, pulls him down by his hair.
“Got 10 minutes left of my visit, better make it count.”
There is absolutely no objection at all, Jimin lets him do it. His knees hit the ground, those obscene, pretty, dick-sucking-lips already parted, eyelids sinking like he can’t fucking wait.Oh, Park Jimin is a slut alright.This is what he really wants. Even after claiming that he fucking hates him, his small hands pull down the waistband of his shorts eagerly, take his dick out as if he’s done this a 100 times before. He must have. Looks like a guy who can’t function without a cock in his mouth. Must have been hard for him to hide it for an entire year. “You want it that bad, huh?” He pulls Jimin closer by his hair, dick twitching in anticipation.
Jimin’s dazed eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, turn so sharp it’s almost deadly.
“Fuck..” He shudders, presses the head of his cock against Jimin’s soft lips while he maintains eye contact. “.. that turns me on.”Jimin glares at him, glares at him when he opens his mouth, when he wraps his pretty lips around him. Jeongguk should be looking at that, at how they stretch around his girth, but all he can see is monolid, siren eyes with killing intent.His entire body lights on fire as soon as Jimin’s lips slide down his length, it spreads even to the tips of his toes. “Haa— fuck.” He licks his lips, tightens his grip on Jimin’s hair. “You’re a fucking pro at this.”It’s not even been a few seconds, but he can just tell. It’s the way Jimin sucks around him, just the right amount of pressure, exactly the right pace to start. And if it wasn’t that, it’s the lewd little blush that spreads over his nose and cheeks from just having a dick in his mouth.“Dick is all the same to you, hm?” He grins, pulls Jimin’s mouth off just to slap the head of his cock against his lips. “Doesn’t matter who’s it is, you just want it in your mouth.”Jimin all but sticks his tongue out, lets him slap his dick against that instead. “Mmh..” He bites his lower lip, hypnotised by the pretty pink of Jimin’s tongue, the string of spit that stays connected to the head of his cock each time he pulls back. “Fucking hell.”He pushes back inside slowly, this time savouring the sight of those swollen lips taking him in inch by inch. It’s a fucking shame he didn’t find this out earlier. If he had known their physical therapist would look like this on his knees, he’d have caved a year ago.Jimin’s face is all flushed, cheeks pink, eyes half-lidded and dazed, hair a little messy, mouth so fucking hot. The way he bobs his head, takes him deeper, licks around his length, and sucks a little extra around the head— yeah, he loves this.His jaw doesn’t even seem to ache, he never pulls off to breathe, doesn’t gag around him no matter how fucking deep he takes him into his mouth. Not only that but Jimin doesn’t even protest when Jeongguk bucks his hips into his mouth, thrusts in harder, makes him take it. His jaw just slacks like he wants to be used, wants to get facefucked.“Fuck.” He groans as he pushes in deep. all that hot, wet, softness around him driving him insane. This is what he deserves after putting up with Jimin and his fucking attitude all year round. After being forced to call him hyung every single day. Finally, he can put him in his place like this.“God fuck, finally good for something.” He pants, sweat rolling down his temple. “Would have fucked your mouth so much earlier if I knew it would shut you up.”
He watches Jimin take mouth after mouthful of his dick, eyes closed as if he’s in absolute bliss. The wet squelch of it echoes against the walls, the saliva drips down the corners of Jimin’s mouth.. He really does fucking love this.And if it wasn’t that, it’s the way Jimin moans around him, the sneaky way he runs his hand down between his own legs and rubs over his crotch through the fabric of his pants.It sends a shiver down his spine, eyes shaking a little as Jimin rubs over his own length, so pathetic, trying to get the edge off. “That down bad?” He pants. “Have you deprived yourself of dick or something?”He pulls Jimin’s hair until his lips pop off of his cock. “Hm? Answer me.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Jimin says, eyes all hazy, but they carry that same hatred.
His throat runs dry.“Why?” He rubs the head of his cock along Jimin’s bottom lip, heat coiling in his gut. “Your mouth seems to like me just fine.”Jimin spits on his cock then, so aggressive with it.“Your 10 minutes are up.” His 10 minutes—
Oh fuck.He eyes the clock, then turns back to Jimin, who’s already back on his feet, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.“No— you can— we can go overtime—““Afraid I can’t.” Jimin walks to his desk like none of that just happened. “Got someone else coming for check-up in a minute, so, see yourself out.”Fuck.He just sits there on the table, heart in his throat, on the verge of his orgasm. This is fucking— this was Jimin’s plan from the start.“What the fuck—“ He pants, tucks himself back into his shorts, walks up to Jimin’s desk. “You can’t leave me hanging like this.”“Yes I can.” Jimin looks up at him, eyes sharp. “Unless you want one of your teammates to see you leave my office with a boner, I suggest you leave now.”Oh this.. this is.. He can’t reply, can barely even get his breathing under control.
The small smirk that curls on Jimin’s lips makes all the hairs on his body stand up straight.“I’m gonna make you pay for this.”