Cable Management (Secret Part 6)
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
Pairing - Junkook x reader
Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy
Rating - 18+
Word count - 3.7k
Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... There’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.
A/N - SURPRISE!!!
Much love - J x
Jimin has broken into your house. Again. While you were asleep. AGAIN!
You WOULD have sat bolt upright if you weren't thwarted half way up by a shapely thigh pinning you at the hips. Bleary and with a whisper of evil, you whip your head around to the high-pitch-bitch.
"OH MY GOOOOODDD! EEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
"Jimin you sound fucking demented! What the fuck are you doing here? AGAIN?"
He takes his stubby little hand and jabs a little sausage at the lump on your bed.
Your anger dissipates into embarrassment as you you remember the situation at hand.
Tits out, bedhead and with a very attractive and very naked man asleep next to you. How he didn't wake up for the siren known as Jimin is beyond you. But as if his subconscious has comedic timing, the naked man lets out a loud snore just as you look at him questioningly.
Jimin proceeds to whisper shout as you reach for something, anything to cover up your gals.
"This is outrageous! I can't believe you did this! This is exactly what I wanted to happen but I can't BELIEVE IT!" He screeches.
Why is this goblin once again in your bedroom? You're going to swipe his spare key the moment you get the chance.
You manage to cover yourself with a towel that was tangled between your legs (you'll think about what it was for later) and shove Jungkook's thicc thigh off your body with some struggle. He twitches in his sleep and then rolls over onto his back, exposing everything he has to offer to your (and Jimin's) greedy eyes.
"Stop staring at him! Have some decorum for god's sake!" You chide, draping the sleeping beauty in a shroud of blankets for modesty.
Jimin protests when you try to shoo him out of your bedroom, but gives in when you pinch his ear and start dragging.
"I need to know EVERYTHING! Holy shit I thought he was flexing when he was modelling but he looks like that ASLEEP? Can you walk? Oh god are you still sane? What was it like? Was that a piercing I saw on hi- OW!" Jimin drops to rub his shin which you just kicked in an effort to end his rambling.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here? You've seen my tatas AND the man who sucked on them last night - NAKED! - and it's BEFORE NOON!" You come out from the bathroom (where Jimin tried to follow you but just continued his word vomit through the door) wearing your spare shorts and t-shirt you keep in there (Namjoon once asked if it's in case you shit yourself, to which you calmly asked why you'd do that while in the bathroom. He had no response but you heard him murmur "it could happen to ANYONE").
"It's Sunday!" He replies, giving you nothing. Go girl.
You give him nothing back, staring at his eyebrows with dark thoughts of hot wax.
"You told me you'd dye my hair! I put it in our calendar!" He gestures to the notepad you have by your fridge, which only Jimin uses and keeps tabs on.
You run a hand down your face and plop onto the sofa.
"It's not that I forgot, it's that I didn't know in the first place. Did you write that down yesterday before you executed your master plan?" You accuse.
"It looks like you've been down field at a driving range, have you seen the state of your neck?" He gestures with a flappy hand.
Well, no, but you have an idea of what he's referring to.
"You left bite marks on his stomach, are you malnourished? You could have taken a chunk out of him!" He plops down next to you on the sofa. Just as you're rearing up for an uppercut, movement catches your eye from your bedroom door and you drop your fist and let go of Jimins collar.
"Uh...hello...everyone?" Jungkook sleepily scratches his stomach, drawing your eyes further down to his unbuttoned jeans resting ridiculously low on his hips. If there's anything you go feral for, it's a well placed glimpse of pube. He catches your gaze and gives you a cheeky wink as he strides over to the armchair across from you and Jimin.
"Helloooooo Jungkookie" Jimin sing-songs, "What brings you here? Oh that's right, ME!" he stands up and does what you assume HE thinks is a victory lap with his arms above his head.
You try your best to roll your eyes at his antics, but they seem to be glued to the man sitting across from you. Particularly the cocky smirk he's sporting while studying your neck. Prick thinks he's laid some sort of claim, huh!? Yeah well! Yeah...well... God that bite mark looks deep. You should probably apologise, because you want to do it again.
Jimins victory laps slow down once he realises he's not getting enough attention (he never is) and he grinds to a halt when he reaches the invisible barrier of pure tension emanating between you and Jungkook.
"If you guys are gonna fuck again, can you give me a headstart so I can at least LEAVE? I came here to claim a favour from my bestest bitch but APPARENTLY she can't check her SCHEDULE even when it smacks her right in the FA-umpgh!" Jungkooks strong hand envelops his entire tiny face as he pushes it out of his path on his way to you. You would laugh at the absolute devastation Jimin's features morph into, but right now you're preoccupied.
Jungkook hoists you up by the hips and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind him and enjoying the firm grip he places on your ass. You allow him to lick up the side of your neck like some sort of animal, draping your arms over his shoulders.
"Jimin you can see yourself out? Post the key through the letterbox once you've left, thanks." The latter part of your request is muffled by the sound of your bedroom door being kicked shut after Jungkook carried you there.
Jimin plays a small violin in his head, resists the urge to listen in because he's NOT a pervert, and leaves like a small sad puppy.
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"I'll apologise to him later." Jungkook promises between kisses.
"I simply do not care." You reply, fingers threading through his hair and tugging. This man has some serious gall to sound so hot. You're being so manhandled right now and it's doing something weird to you. Making you want to get a bit rough, or be roughed yourself?
Concentrate! You need to suppress the urge to ask him something silly like throw you on the bed like a ragdoll and put his entire weight on you.
"Hey can you throw me on the bed and just fully get on top of me?"
Shit.
Jungkook chuckles into your neck but takes your request on board regardless, throwing you like a sexy sack of potatoes and smothering you just like you wanted.
From this angle you can see the top of his pert ass poking out from his jeans as they have ridden further down. You give an experimental slap on one cheek on impulse, and all you get is a cocked eyebrow in return.
"Pathetic attempt." He murmurs into your collar bone.
"I wasn't trying to discipline you! I just wondered if it would jiggle. I'm a woman of science." He breathes out a puff of amusement, trails his lips up the side of your pre-ravaged neck and presumably finds a blank spot to fill in.
If all mornings were like this, you'd get up earlier.
You dig your manicured nails into the base of his back, about to ask if he likes to be scratched when he lets out a shaky sigh, followed simply by a "Do it".
Yisss! Dragging your nails slowly but firmly up his back proves to be enjoyable for both of you. Jungkook visibly shudders and lets out a cute sounding whimper.
Listen... your tiktok algorithm somehow pinned you, and you're not sure which came first... The kink or the videos, but here you are, living the dream.
"Can you take this t-shirt off? It's an eyesore." He suggests, tugging at the fabric.
You look down at your Danny Devito top - offended - but move to sit up anyway. He peels the item off you and is back on you before you can even argue with him about your main man Devito. You try to push his jeans down with your foot but you're lacking dexterity, and choose to huff instead.
"You want to break out one of those fancy toys you got in your drawer? I am arguably more effective with valuable teammates." He asks.
"The toys are your teammates?" You breathe, utterly distracted by his hands roaming your tits and rib cage.
"Yes, and I'm an excellent team player, wanna see?"
"Knock yourself out." You agree.
You pout about the loss of warmth but turn to your side, curious, to see what he chooses from your little stash.
He takes out a couple condoms and lays them on top of the bedside table, and pulls out your bullet vibrator and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. You cock a brow, wondering if your sore body can take being tied up today. He grins cheekily, hands you the vibrator and shucks his jeans.
Well ahoy to you too, sailor! Jungkook's cock springs up as soon as it's released from the denim prison. He gets back on the bed, hands you the toy and presents his wrists, palms up to you.
Oh? OH.
"You want me to put them on you?" The surprise is evident in your voice.
A mischievous glint is visible for a second, but gone when you try to concentrate on it. He's all big eyes and pleading now.
"Yes please, I can be very good." He promises. Puppy eyes.
"Well damn, if you're sure? Just tell me if you want out. What's your vision here?" You say, already securing the buckles on one wrist.
"My vision? Picture this; it's me, wearing these cuffs, and you just do literally whatever you want to me." He animatedly explains as if it were a 20 point play.
You chuckle and secure the second buckle, leaning back to admire the image. It's not permanently seared into the back of your eyes, no way, nu uh.
"Nah I'm kidding, come over here and sit on my face while you use the vibrator. I wanna get you off a couple times before I fuck you up against the wall. The cuffs are for me mostly, and I suspect you have a thing for being manhandled." He states casually, conversationally.
You splutter and pout, a bit miffed you're so easy to read but also trying to tame the literal pulse you just felt between your legs when he suggested it.
"I see your offer and would like to make an adjustment." You propose, kicking off your shorts and putting your hands on your hips. Do NOT T-pose, this isn't the time!
"I am open to negotiation at this time, please proceed." He says (distractedly staring at your thighs, menacingly licking his lips).
"I sit on your face, but I use the vibrator on YOU."
He hesitates (for show).
"It appears we have an agreement, please climb aboard." He nods once resolutely, before cracking character and giggling.
You join him in his giggles (yours probably a little more giddy), grabbing the vibrator while making your way over to hover over his face, facing towards his cock. You look down at him over your shoulder and see nothing but pupil and open admiration. He's looking at your ass like it's some sort of delicacy! Hell yeah!
"You ready pretty boy?" His dick twitches at the name which you find unbearably cute.
"Will you fucking sit down, I'm dying over here!" He whines.
You laugh and lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue, shuddering at the first contact. You thought this was going to be rough and sloppy, but the way he takes his time running the flat of his tongue EVERYWHERE is only making you more delirious. He busies himself trying out different techniques until he lightly sucks on your clit while slowly circling his tongue over it. It causes you to groan and sag a little, putting more of your weight on his face. You were going to panic about crushing him, but the way his cock jumped and leaked more pre-cum told you that this was something he was more than okay with.
Your half lidded eyes roam over his stomach, his thighs, and anything they can possibly get. You run your nails over his nipples and down to his hipbones, being rewarded with the sight of his abs tensing and his hips twitching upwards, a heavy breath felt against your cunt. There's too much opportunity, too many things you could do, WANT to do right now. You need more time! More opportunities!
Jungkook sucks harder and a moan escapes you, momentarily making your head hang forward. That's it! You can't have him doing all the work here! You lean forward and lick a stripe right down the line of hair from his navel down to the base of his cock, pausing to sigh and ghost your breath over him. He's so responsive, it's ridiculously handy. Either that or he's just easy to please. Probably both.
You wrap a hand around the base and line the tip to your mouth and blow air lightly. Jungkook shudders and you use this time to attack. You gather a healthy amount of spit in your mouth, and envelop as much of him as you can. He groans around your clit (which somehow feels amazing?) and visibly fights the urge to thrust upwards. You pull back up to swirl your tongue around his tip before popping back off entirely. Jungkook takes a break to presumably breathe properly, so you grab the vibrator while you still have your wits about you. You turn it on to a medium setting and tease him by dragging it along his hip bone towards his cock but never touching it. You repeat the process until you hear a faint "fuck" from behind you and Jungkook buries his face back into your folds, pushing his tongue inside you as far as he can.
Good. Lord.
Is he...is he competing with you? Is he trying to distract you? Cause it's fucking working!
You run the vibrator to the base, and slowly drag it up to the tip, avoiding the extra sensitive underside. Jungkooks thighs tense momentarily but relax once the sensation becomes more familiar. Bitch you thought!? You notice you've been subtly rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his tongue and guess this is where his open enthusiasm is coming from. He's moaning into you and pressing his hips up which you think he doesn't even know he's doing. You take spit onto his tip and drag the vibrator through it, guiding it to the underside.
"Ugh, FUCK!" Jungkook pulls back for air and expletives. He's panting and rocking his hips more now.
"Hi my name is Jungkook and I'm about to bust a nut if you keep doing that." He jokes, desperate.
"Hi I'm y/n and that... is the entire point." You shoot back, grabbing the base with your other hand and gently pumping him.
Jungkook dives back in with determination, you reckon he's dead set on making you cum before he does and, well, he's probably going to succeed. The pressure building in you is distracting to say the least, and your movements falter when he shuffles slightly down to get a better angle to suck on your clit again. The sneaky fucker has figured out this is your favourite!
Your orgasm catches you off guard when he whimpers because you squeeze him a bit harder due to distraction. You drop the vibrator and grab his thighs and accidentally scratch while you ride it out, prolonged by the noises of pure enjoyment HE is making. The aftershocks are soothed by gentle licks until you squirm and he knows you've gotten through it.
"Could you please move the vibrator off my balls, I'm gonna cum in your hair right now if you don't." He says with quite some urgency.
Laughing, you move your heavy limbs to collect the vibrator and switch it off. You maneuver off him and lie next to him, admiring the veins in his raised arms above his head. The veins are prominent, probably due to the restraint. His face is shiny and his hair is sticking up in funny places, making it look like HE was the one who just got an orgasm ripped out him.
"You okay shiny butt?" He teases when he catches you admiring him.
"Never better, shiny face." You jab back. His shocked face at your retort turns to smugness when he catches on to what you mean. You drag your hand over his face to clean up slightly and plant your lips over his, which he reciprocates gladly.
"You want those off?" You ask, gesturing to the cuffs.
"Oh, these?" He says, moving his arms down and to his sides.
Separated.
"I may or may not have busted them when you put the vibrator on me." He admits, slightly sheepish.
You bark out a laugh at that. That was metal! Both in the material sense and the 'that was metal as fuck, bro!' way. Albeit they were cheap manufactured cuffs but STILL.
Jungkook unbuckles them and sets them on the table, grabbing a condom as well.
"Okay I have had enough time to compose myself. You wanna get fucked up against a wall or what?" He asks while putting the condom on, nonchalant like he's asking about your day. You need a neck brace if you're going to keep seeing this man. The whiplash is real.
He lets you blink, opening and closing your mouth like some sort of idiot fish as he stands and stretches facing away from you. Well that snaps your attention back to reality. That ASS!
Jungkook moves the bin from beside your door and knocks on the wall a few times. Huh?
"Yep this will work just fine. Good sturdy wall for a good sturdy fuck," he states, "you gonna come over here or do I need to come get you?" He teases.
You're half walking, half floating over to him in a lusty haze. He meets you part way there to kiss you, and wraps your arms around his neck. His hands wander down your sides to your hips and he just LIFTS you. You reflexively wrap your legs around him and your cunt, still wet from your orgasm, slides against his cock resulting in groans from you both.
Jungkook turns you both around and heads to the wall next to your door and pushes you right up against it with his body weight, trapping you there. No thoughts, just man and wall. Nice.
"You ready, baby? I'm afraid this might be short and sweet but if you've got any more restraints you can punish me for it later." He winks.
You're going to literally die. He is the perfect man, you will be taking no questions at this moment in time about it.
"Yeah, yeah," you breathe, "fuck me please."
Jungkook grins and lines up, slowly entering you at this angle. He uses his weight and his (bulging) arms under your thighs to keep your back firm against the wall. He enters slowly, watching your head fall back with a bump and a wince.
"Careful, you'll hurt your head." He says while rearranging his hand placement. He has now hooked his arms under your knees to hold you ass in a sort of cradle, your arms still wrapped around his neck. You're definitely going to slip and fall (possibly die) but you'll enjoy this every second it lasts. He begins to slowly thrust, watching the place where you two join with furrowed brows. You're too scared to move and change the perfect angle (and possibly unbalance him) so you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation.
You two haven't spoken since he started thrusting, not that you would have been able. The angle he's fucking you causes your breath to hitch with every pump, and he's so deep you're beginning to wonder if he's changing the shape of your insides. You gasp when you feel a bite on your shoulder, followed with sloppy kisses to soothe. Everything is so hazy and perfect, you want to stay here forever.
His thrusts hesitate and slow down.
"Not to be a downer but I've just stood on... and burst the condom from last night." He states. Your eyes snap open to see his face, twisted in mild disgust. NOT the face you want to see when a man is balls deep in you.
"Are you fucking joking me right now?" You hiss, trying to look at the floor where he's standing.
"I never thought I'd even think about this but it's so gross that it's cold!" He whines, fully stopped now.
Ugh!
"Put me down right now! Ew Ew Ew!" You plead, and he does as you ask. Right into the mess at his feet. It IS cold. And it IS so gross that it's cold!!!
"NOT THERE! EW!" You panic, accidentally dancing in place.
"There's so much! Why have you done this to me!" You dance around him but he catches you around the waist and hoists you up facing away from him.
"There's no point dragging it everywhere, I've already stood in it let's just go wash it off." He suggests, laughing.
It's not THAT bad and you've done much worse with cum before. It really IS the temperature that is the issue here. You shudder.
"Make haste! You can't lose the boner!" You bargain. He chuckles against the back of your neck.
"Your bare ass is pressed up on it, I couldn't get rid of this if I tried".
Fair enough.
"Let's go shower, the show must go on, Shiny butt!" He giggles as he heads to your bathroom.
Huh, not the worst outcome. You're still gonna call him cum toes later though.
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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
A little bonus chappy chap for all you lovelies that were interested. I actually forgot about this for the longest time! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
