Im Jaebeom: Collection

The Bet [M]

Jaebeom groans as the third quarter of the Super Bowl finishes. He doesn't understand how you could be so into this game when nothing exciting is happening and it doesn't look like anyone is going to win anytime soon with the way both teams were playing.

"This game is boring," He whines at you.

"You were the one that wanted to watch it."

Jaebeom clarifies, "I didn't want to watch it."

"Yeah," you sigh. "But, you lost the bet. So you get to sit here and watch it."

He rubs his face in exasperation. "Yeah, well first of all, I didn't expect to lose the bet. Second, this is really boring. You ditch me every year for this and you always hype up how big of a deal it is. I don't see any of that on the TV. Are we watching the same thing?"

You roll your eyes before going to stand in front of him with your hands on your hips.

"Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. The Patriots are the best damn team of all time and Tom Brady is the best quarterback that ever played the game. Top that up with Bill Belichick — greatest football coach ever — and the fact that this is the Super Bowl, they are planning something for the fourth quarter and it's going to be great."

"I bet the Rams would win," Jaebeom smirks and you feel a vein twitch in your head.

"You sure you wanna do that?" You laugh. "It didn't work out so well for you last time."

"Are you scared?" Jaebeom taunts and you narrow your eyes at him before shaking your head. "Let's up the ante, shall we? I am betting the Rams will pull off a win. When they do, you owe me a week's worth full of blowjobs."

You scoff, "Are you sure about this? Because I have got a pretty high stake up my sleeve as well."

"Do your worst." He challenges and you snicker.

"I am betting the almighty Patriots win of course. And when they do, you sub for a week."

Jaebeom sits up in shock. This has certainly captured his attention and you smirk in victory. He narrows his eyes at you and you only shrug in response. "What? You wanted to up the ante. Don't tell me you're scared, bummie?"

You've done it now. You have him in the pocket. You know he dislikes that nickname, because you only use it when you're being a brat. It makes his dominant side want to come out and put you in place.

"You're on."

Another half an hour later and you're screaming and jumping up and down in triumph. The Patriots are Super Bowl Champions which means that you are also a winner. You squeal in delight before spotting your boyfriend laying face down on the floor.

"I see that you're already taking your new role well," you tease him and he lets out a sigh as he gets up.

"Let's get this over with."

xxx

You lick and bite your lip at the sight in front you. Jaebeom is completely powerless, chest heaving and his body covered in sweat as he struggles to contain himself. He pulls and pulls at his restraints to no avail and he throws his head back in frustration.

He groans and writhes on the bed, growing desperate by the second. His length is hard and angry against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip and onto his skin. He lifts his head up looking around for you, even though he can't see you thanks to the blindfold that you have put around his eyes.

"Baby, where are you?" Jaebeom whines, his voice shooting a wave of arousal straight to your core.

"I'm right here," you coo at him.