Table JM
Boyfriends Jikook
Servitude
Sensory deprivation
Blowjob
BDSM life styles (one shots)
Jikook (Objectification)
Basically Jungkook uses Jimin as his own personal table.
Jimin was breathing softly through his nose. In, out, in, out. Just like how he was taught. Trying to keep himself composed. His wrists were cuffed and elbows bended in a perfect form in front of him to hold a wooden tray filled with snacks and fizzy drink for Jungkook, and only Jungkook because he was the only one that mattered right now.
Was it 30 minutes ago? An hour? He couldn’t quite figure out and with the blindfold tightly tied around his eyes, he couldn’t look at the watch. He stripped himself off of his clothes, came to the living room where Jungkook was watching Netflix and begged him to use him. So Jungkook was kind enough to let him kneel by the coach, cuffed his hands and forced him to hold his tray for him. He even shoved a ball gag in his mouth and blindfolded him because right now he was nothing but an object, a table for Jungkook to use, and tables didn’t need to see or talk.
Jimin’s knees on the rough floor were sore and arms aching as the tray was getting heavier and heavier the more he held it. But this is what he wanted. For the past few days he was too busy with his university’s project, completely neglecting his boyfriend so now he wanted to make up for it. And if a table was what his dom needed, then who was he to complain? So he stayed still despite the pain in his muscles and the desperation to see his dom’s face, head down in submission.
Jungkook was calmly watching his favorite show on Netflix, occasionally feeding himself from the food on the tray. If anyone had asked about what was going on in the show, he definitely could not answer as the sight of his sub was more gratifying. The way he had accepted his role without complain, still trying so hard, though Jungkook knew his arms must have been killing him by now. He loved putting a blindfold on the older, this way he could stare at him fondly without breaking the other’s headspace. To appreciate the way his pink plump lips were parted around the ball gag, red from how hard he kissed and suck on them before gaggin him, shiny from drool, the way his soft cheeks were pressed down against the tight strap of the gag, his flawless delicate skin and his perfect abs. To enjoy the way his chest heaved up and down. To admire his half-hard cock, leaking on his lab, a sign that he, too, was also enjoying the scene. He was excited and that was all Jungkook needed. Yes, the ordeal was for Jimin to serve Jungkook but a scene which is not enjoyed by both parties is not healthy. Jimin enjoyed serving the younger, to be his tool, toy or anything he needed, and Jungkook enjoyed using him as long as it brought the sub pleasure, mental or sexual.
Jungkook could see small tremors in the sub’s arms, eyebrows twitching the keep an straight face, yet failing to cover up the growing this comfort, but he was still silent, not whining nor complaining and Jungkook was proud. He reached to take the tray and put it on an actual table, smiling softly as the boy didn’t move his arms an inch without permission, still keeping them in pain, steady.
He gently pushed the younger’s shaky hand to his lab before cupping his face, thumb caressing his cheek softly. Jimin leaned into the touch. “You did good, doll.” Jimin’s heart fluttered a little at the praise, face muscles shifting to form a smile despite the ball in his mouth. He always loved to be praised, to know that he had made his dom happy and proud.
Jungkook’s fingers wandered to the older’s hair, fondling the soft locks. “My pretty doll.” Jungkook cooed as he tightened the grip on his locks, earning a shocked yelp from the sub. He chuckled. It was always fun, getting him by surprise. He pulled him by his hair and Jimin crawled the small space between them to kneel between his open legs. “You wanted to serve, sir? Hm?” Jimin nodded and Jungkook leaned forward to peck him on the corner of his lips.
