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minttangerines · 3 years ago

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AN UPDATE? LETS GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah, Jin. You fancy bitch. I will never get enough of rich Jin. And he brings up wanting a relationship. We stan a mature king! But are you available for a relationship sir? You can wear a suit and cook a family recipe but where will you be on Thursday nights for WWE wrestling? Hopefully by our side and correcting us as we expect to see Gold Dust and the Undertaker.

THE HARRY POTTER REFERENCE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Jungkook, you motherfuck. I think that should be declared cheating and he receives a handicap for the next round. And you brought the bodychain into this too? Bitch. (Jungkook, not you Sunny darling)

Oh. No. Oh no. No. No. No. JINNIFER! THIS IS NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE!

But that treasure trail though 👀

STAHPPPPP IIITTTT!!!!! HE’S BLIND WITHOUT THEM!!! COME HERE YOU SEXY LITTLE BAT!!!!!

JIN DON’T BE A WEENIE! TAKE OUT YOUR PEENIE!!!!

Bring up dessert one more time sir and we’re locking ourselves in the bathroom with the tart.

Okay so I will fully admit that I thought he was going to put on the soundtrack from Harry Potter and then once he does what he does, I thought he was going to hum a song from Super Mario. I... leave me alone please.

You know he consulted with Yoongi about this. He probably gave him song recommendations.

YES JIN! SHOW ME THOSE 4 EYES 🤓

“So… do you want to stay?”

FUCK YEAH WE STAYING!!!!

Overall review: I really like how sex positive you make OC and friends. She knows what she wants and lets herself have it. Since Jin became an actual option, someone people could say that OC needs to reign in it with the physical affection with the two but nah. We’re all consenting adults.

Jin has this older man trying to get back into the dating pool thing that I’m digging. He’s so dorky that its something that could be loved or hated in old age. But he also seems like he’s just fully ready for the wife and kids part of life. If things don’t go well between them then things are going to get awkward with Yoongi and Jennie. Ugh! The wedding!

Jungkook is a menace but an exciting one. Yeah he’s suave and artistic but how long will that last? We’ve barely peeled this onion. I’m excited to see more. What would he have done if OC didn’t admit to being with Jin?

As of right now, I’m only team Jisoo because I want her to get Taehyung and Jimin. I can’t decide between Jungkook and Jin right now.

You always bring laughter to my life with your writing and brighten up my pandemic experience.

Paradise | JJK - Six

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), hand job, dirty talk, orgasm denial, sort of a soft dom situation going on, Jungkook is a tease, Jin is a tease, I feel like I should warn you that Jin wears glasses in this chapter, oh and Jungkook wears the PTD On Stage body harness so y'know - caveat lector

Word Count: 7.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: It's been two months since the last chapter dropped and it feels so good to be back! This is the longest chapter yet and honestly was primed to be even longer but I decided to chop it. I think I picked a good place to end it. You'll have to let me know if you agree!!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

Previous Chapter ♦ Masterlist

The high rises in Jin’s neighborhood stretch endlessly into the evening sky. As you exit the subway station, emerging into the upscale part of town where Jin lives, you try not to let their astounding heights intimidate you.

You’re not very successful.

Obviously, Jin’s thriving. The man travels constantly and seems to spend most of his days in meetings for various business projects. But what that really meant hadn’t hit you until right now. He must be doing incredibly well if he can afford to live here, among these towering monoliths shining in the neon light of the bustling city.

Jin’s apartment is near the top of the building, so the elevator ride is a long one. Which is unfortunate, because it gives you time to think. And thinking usually leads to nervousness. Even though you’ve been out with Jin several times before tonight, you still feel that rush, the buzz of anticipation and anxiety.

Clutching your phone, you reread the messages again.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): Can’t wait to see you later

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): I’m going to earn this tonight 🏆

That little trophy made you laugh at first, but the longer you stared at it, the longer you wondered - just how seriously are these guys taking this? Both he and Jungkook made it sound like you dating them both is some sort of game, but you figured they were joking. Jin’s text now has you considering if maybe they’re a little too into it.

The idea of the two of them duking it out for your affections worried you mere hours ago, when you informed the group chat about your upcoming dates. At the time, all you could think about was how stressful this might be, and how messy it could possibly get. You scroll back through the group chat now, to remind yourself what Jisoo said.

Queen Ji 👑 (1:42): They’re adults. They know what they signed up for

Queen Ji 👑 (1:43): So don’t stress. Enjoy yourself tonight. And tomorrow

Her words bring you comfort. Taking a deep breath, you relax your shoulders as the elevator arrives at Jin’s floor. You’re going to keep things light tonight. Casual. Just enjoy the moment. And try not to think about your other date tomorrow.

But as you walk down the hallway, something else occurs to you. If Jin and Jungkook are really going to compete, that means they're probably going to pull out all the stops, right? Do their best to impress you.

To please you.

You come out of your reverie as Jin opens his door. Only to fall head first directly into another one.

Jin’s hosting a dinner date at his apartment, what you’d assumed to be a casual affair, but he appears to be dressed for the red carpet. He wears a sharply tailored black suit, silky black tie popping against a crisp white shirt, hair swept off his face to show off his handsome forehead and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that are perched on his perfect nose. He’s stunning, standing there looking like the lead in some romantic movie as he smiles warmly at you.

“Uhhh…” you greet him ever so eloquently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get the formalwear-only memo.”

“Yah, sorry, I had a meeting this afternoon that ran long.” Jin laughs as he bends to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful.” A wave of goosebumps flows down your neck.

Unsure what exactly to wear tonight, you’d settled on a summery dress, one of your favorites, wanting to be comfy but cute. Your personal motto.

Jin steps back, gesturing for you to enter.

“Holy shit!” No wonder Jennie called this place a ‘panty-dropper.’ Jin’s apartment is ridiculously luxurious. Pristine white walls, shiny marble floors, windows that run from ceiling to floor. Since he’s on the corner of the building, there’s an amazing nearly panoramic view of the city below.

The open concept space is divided by furniture into a living room, dining room, and kitchen. The furniture is sleek and modern. Pendant lighting hangs from the ceiling, plush rugs decorate the floors, and there is artwork everywhere.

“I know, this place is a little ostentatious,” Jin acknowledges sheepishly as he guides you towards the kitchen. “My accountant said it would be a good investment.”

The other rooms are impressive, but the kitchen is an absolute dream. No wonder he chooses to film his cooking show from home. Spotless stainless steel appliances, double oven in the wall, gas range, an island that honestly could be described more accurately as a continent - even someone with your limited-to-nonexistent culinary skills is completely dazzled by the extravagance of the space.

“It’s spectacular. No shame in flaunting what you’ve earned.” You sit on a leather stool at the island, crossing your bare legs. Something is simmering on the stove and it smells fantastic, immediately driving any thoughts about the apartment’s opulence out of your mind. “Is that dinner?”

“Mmmhmm,” he replies, attending to the bubbling pot. “Haemul kalguksu. I’ve already got some other dishes waiting on the table. And something delicious for dessert, of course.”

“Sorry, can you repeat that? I couldn’t hear over the ‘whoosh’-ing sound of my mouth filling with a tidal wave of saliva.”

Jin cackles, that silly squeaky laugh echoing in the cavernous room as he peels off his suit jacket and lays it carefully across a stool. “Very descriptive. Perhaps a little too much so.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“What can I get you to drink?” he inquires. “I’m not much of a mixologist, but I make a mean old fashioned, if you like whisky.” He rolls his sleeves up, pushing the stiff white material of his shirt up over his sinewy forearms, like he’s ready to get down to serious business.

Forget the soup, Jin right now is a whole meal and you’re suddenly absolutely starving. It’s good that the food smells so delicious, because it’s the perfect excuse if you start drooling.

“That sounds perfect.”

As he prepares your drinks, muddling the sugar, his glasses slip down his nose slightly, catching your attention.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. I don’t think I’ve seen them in any of your videos?”

He nudges them back into place with one long finger. “I usually wear contacts, but they were bothering me today.”

“You should wear them more often.” You prop your chin in your hand, grinning at him. “They’re cute on you.”

The tips of his ears flush as he strolls around the island, handing you your drink. “I’ll ask you to please pass along that comment to my agent. He calls me Harry Potter whenever he sees me in them. Told me not to wear them on camera.” He pauses to take a sip. “He claims they make my face ‘less marketable.’”

“Are you serious?” The whisky warms your chest as you laugh. “I think your agent needs to get his vision checked. There’s no way that face couldn’t net subscribers or sell a million products, glasses or not. If this were ancient Greece, someone would’ve launched a thousand ships over you by now.”

Jin cocks his head. “Are you comparing me to Helen of Troy?”

“You know your mythology,” you beam.

“And you know just how to flatter me,” Jin grins, tilting your face up and brushing his mouth against yours. You taste the sweetness of the cherry from his cocktail as you lick your lips.

He straightens up, his hand skimming softly down your arm, and you’re not sure if the shiver that rolls through you is from his touch or from the look in his eye.

“Uh. Sorry. I shouldn’t leave that boiling for too long.” He returns to the stove and as much as you want to protest, you are here for a dinner date. Probably not a good idea to distract the chef too much.

Of course, if dinner ends up ruined, there’s always takeout. A thought you keep in the back of your mind as you watch Jin at work, broad shoulders rippling under his starch white button-down.

“Is there anything I can help with?” you ask politely, hoping he’ll say no. You know your strengths. You’re more likely to be in his way than to be of any use.

“Nah, I’m almost done here. If you’ll grab my drink and go take a seat at the table, I’ll be right over.”

The dining table, a solid slab of dark wood, is already laden with side dishes that have your mouth watering. Jin joins you a minute later with a large pot of soup, pouring you a bowl piled high with seafood and vegetables. You both dig in, and for several minutes, the only sounds in the apartment are the two of you chewing and you repeatedly humming “Mmmmm” with nearly every bite to Jin’s delight.

The kalguksu is like no kalguksu you’ve ever had. Rich broth, tender noodles, perfectly balanced flavors - delicious doesn’t begin to cover it. You wish it would cool faster, but not enough to actually wait for that to happen. As it is, you’re not eating it as quickly as you’d like because you’re in the presence of another person. If you were alone, you’d be shoveling it into your mouth like a human backhoe.

It’s times like this that you reflect on what a total catch you are.

“Jin,” you begin, when you finally take a break from eating to breathe, “this soup is unbelievable. Did you make these noodles yourself?”

“Of course. What kind of chef would I be if I invited you over for dinner and then used store-bought ingredients?” He pretends to be offended, one hand held over his heart.

You shrug. “An economical one?”

“I suppose. But I’m happy to have a reason to make a meal like this for once. Not as much fun cooking for one.”

“Mmm, can’t quite relate, since the extent of my cooking is usually warming up leftover takeout, but… I think I get it. Why put in the effort if it’s just for yourself?” You grin. “Except, this is absolutely incredible. If I could make something like this, I think I’d make it all the time.”

“Well, if you want, I could show you how.” Jin leans forward across the table. “If you’d like.”

His voice is slightly husky and that look is back in his eye as he gazes at you. You swallow your whisky with a loud gulp, and he smirks.

Another smirk flashes through your mind, and you glance away.

“Private cooking lessons from a world-famous chef?” You hold out your arm and pinch it. “Nope, I’m not dreaming.” Your nose scrunches. “Wait, you didn’t say ‘for free.’”

“Of course for free!” he laughs. “I’m just saying. The offer stands if you want to take it.” He helps himself to more pajeon. “If you need a personal reference, ask Yoongi. I’m the one who taught him everything he knows. Well, a lot of it, anyway.”

Forget the travel and the worldwide fame, that’s a claim worth bragging about. Yoongi’s a fabulous cook, something you’ve been blessed to discover over the years, from the late night post-bar broke student feasts he’d miraculously whip up at his apartment in college to the chic dinner parties Jennie loves to host now. True, you grudgingly attend those, but that has nothing to do with the food. You usually leave each party with a ton of yummy leftovers.

“You know, the more I get to know you, the more I’m shocked that you and Yoongs are so close. You’re such opposites! He’s so reserved, so deadpan, and you’re so -”

“Loud and awkward? Clownish?”

Your lips twitch mirthfully. “I was going to say, cheerful and open. From those suggestions, I’d worry about your self-esteem, except I’m pretty sure someone who refers to himself as ‘Worldwide Handsome’ doesn’t need any help in that department.”

Jin sighs, ladling more soup into his bowl. “I knew telling you that story would come back to bite me one day.”

In between more servings, the two of you chat about your weeks. Even with multiple trips that forced you out of your apartment, yours was still boring in comparison to Jin’s packed schedule of filming new episodes, meeting with potential sponsors, and overseeing his restaurant plans. How does he manage to get so much done? Some days, it feels like just logging in to work takes too much effort.

Eventually, sated, you push your bowl away with a contented sigh. Jin reaches for your empty glass. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please.” Swiveling in your chair, you watch him play bartender. Again, those forearms are so distracting, keeping you preoccupied as he mixes up another round. “So… why cooking?”

“Why cooking?” Jin echoes, looking up from his muddling.

“Yeah, you know,” you wave your hand vaguely, “what made you decide to become a chef?”

“Ah. Uh, well, my parents both loved to cook. Growing up, I’d hang out in the kitchen with them while they made dinner. It almost seemed like magic, what they could do. I always watched so closely. When I got old enough, they started teaching me.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely.”

“Yeah.” Jin stares unseeing at the glass in his hand, lost in thought, a soft smile on his lips. “Dinner tonight was a family recipe. I remember the first time they showed me how to make the noodles. I did a terrible job of rolling them out and they were these hard little lumps of dough, barely edible, but they still said it was the best they’d ever had.”

“How sweet!” you coo, picturing a tiny Jin rolling noodles, getting flour everywhere, beaming with joy when his parents tell him well done. It’s an adorable image.

“When I realized I could go to culinary school and make a career out of what I loved doing, there was no second guessing.” He hands you your drink as he rejoins you at the table.

“And now you teach others, too, with your show. That’s beautiful.” You sip your whisky. “I wish I had a cute memory to offer to explain how I ended up in my field, but it all came down to having a knack for stats. Not much of a story.”

Jin swirls his old fashioned, watching the ice bounce against the sides of the tumbler. “Permission to get a little cheesy?”

“Always granted.”

“To me, cooking is an act of love. It’s a way of caring for someone, by providing for them.” The sincerity in his words matches the look in his eyes as he speaks. “Teaching is a way of sharing that love, too. I’m lucky that I get to do that. Wouldn’t trade it for the world. But…” He chuckles quietly, shaking his head as he trails off.

“What? But what?”

Jin studies your face for a moment. You’re hanging on his every word, and that seems to encourage him to continue. “What I really want is to share that knowledge, that love, with someone. Not an audience. One person.”

It’s ludicrous to search for any sort of meaningful intent behind his words. Or wish for one. You’ve only just started dating.

But.

For two seconds, you picture it. What it’d be like to walk through that door and find him standing at the stove, maybe wearing a little apron that says “Kiss the Cook” or “Hey Good Lookin’” or something else silly and sweet, greeting you after a long day with a drink and a recipe ready to go. To feel his arms around you as he demonstrates how to properly knead dough, chin resting on your shoulder, grin on his lips as he rewards you with a kiss. To share that magic, that love together.

It’s an intoxicating little fantasy, made all the more so by the lavish surroundings you find yourself in and the gorgeous man sitting across from you, ears flaming red as he stares at his drink.

Reason catches up to you and politely requests that you slow down, maybe back up the moving trucks. There’s no need to rush anything. Light. Casual.

Focus on the moment.

Jin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality. “Like I said, cheesy.”

“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all.”

He smiles shyly, rubbing his neck. “Anyway, back to more important matters. Like dessert.”

“Oooh, yes, please!” You clap your hands. “What are we having?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a chocolate honey almond torte with fresh cream and strawberries.”

“Oh, right. So not fancy.”

Jin starts to clear the table, and you jump up to help. He tuts, waving you away. “No, no, you’re my guest. Go have a seat in the living room and I’ll bring dessert out in a few minutes. Just gotta clean a few of these pots first - I can’t stand dirty dishes in my sink.”

You don’t even bother to feign a protest. Grabbing your drink, you stroll around Jin’s living room as he cleans, admiring the view. The city skyline shimmers around you, bright lights gleaming against the darkening summer sky, calling to mind your date at Dionysus.

“Either your bag is possessed or you’re getting a text,” Jin calls out, pointing to where your clutch rattles on the kitchen island.

“Probably Jennie being nosy,” you sigh, grabbing your bag. Or Lisa begging for details. Or possibly Rosé trash talking Jin. Anyone except Jisoo, who you know is out on a date of her own with Taehyung. Or was it Jimin? Fuck, maybe it was both.

“Tell her I said hi,” Jin chuckles as you stroll back into the living room, glancing at your phone.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:02): hey

Or it’s your neighbor.

(9:04): Hey

(9:04): Aren’t you at work?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): yeah, worked a day shift for the guy i swapped with

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): so i’m leaving soon

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): thought i’d see if you’re around

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): wanna hang out?

You can practically picture his wide doe eyes as he waits for your reply. Smiling to yourself, you perch on the edge of the blue velvet couch separating the living room from the dining room as you tap out your response.

(9:06): Sorry, I’m not free tonight

Three dots appear and disappear a few times.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:07): are you out with him?

You glance over at where Jin is still scrubbing dishes.

(9:07): Yeah, we’re on a date

The dots return, linger a little longer.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:09): k

You frown. Texting makes it impossible to read tone, but that single letter reply is never a good sign.

Your thumbs are hovering over the keyboard as you try to formulate a response when the dots come back. Then they disappear. Appear, disappear, appear….

A loud clanging sounds from the kitchen and you nearly jump out of your skin. Jin’s holding a metal bowl, whipping something furiously. He sees your startled expression and his eyes crinkle merrily. “Sorry! Just beating my cream.”

“Jesus, Jin, phrasing!”

His honking resonates across the room.

Thankfully, the noisy clattering of Jin’s churning and giggling masks the curse that slips from your mouth as a photo pops into the message app.

Jungkook smolders at you on your screen. He wears a black blazer, cut deeply enough to reveal more than an eyeful of his taut pecs, and he’s sliding the material up his torso to show off his tight abs, and something else. Something silvery that glitters as it hangs down his chest - a metal body chain? It appears to wrap around him like a harness. His dark curls are perfectly tousled, hanging in his eyes as he gazes at the camera with a sly smile.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:11): up next. think they’ll like my new costume?

You blink rapidly. Given the way your entire body is responding to the pixels in your hand, pulse racing, breath quickening, thighs twitching, you can only imagine how that room is bound to explode once the real Jungkook hits the stage in that outfit.

What a flimsy pretense of a question, though. He’s so obviously trying to distract you from your date.

And it’s so obviously working.

(9:12): Yeah, I think they will

(9:12): Especially the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): you like it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): wanna play with it sometime?

You tilt your head in confusion.

(9:14): Play with it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): yeah

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): wind it around your hand

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): pull it tight

Jin’s finishing plating your desserts as you glance over at the kitchen, delicately topping the slices of torte with fresh cream and sliced strawberries. You should probably stop texting Jungkook, but your thumbs aren’t listening at the moment.

(9:16): Like while you’re wearing it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:16): just imagine

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): i'm pressing you against the door again

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your legs wrapping around me

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your hand grabbing the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): don't know if i can hold back next time. think you could hold on?

Fuck. You just had to ask.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): can you see it?

Oh, you can see it. The room around you vanishes as his words conjure up a vision of you and him, against the door, your hand clutching the chain, twisting, tightening, as he thrusts into you, watching with dark eyes and that wicked smirk as you cum again and again…

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): gotta go. see you tomorrow

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): sweet dreams, neighbor

Wow, okay.

Should’ve just left your phone in your clutch. If Jungkook’s mission was to wind you up, he succeeded beyond belief. You shift in your seat, slightly uncomfortable at how wet and needy you suddenly feel. Dating these two at once might be hazardous to your health. You’re going to have to set some sort of boundaries, because this is ridiculous.

But whatever you do in the future, right now you should definitely stop rereading his messages.

“Are you giving Jennie a play-by-play?” Jin’s voice stirs you from your stupor. You toss your phone back into your clutch and take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Downing the rest of your cocktail, you shake the text exchange off and beam at Jin as he joins you on the couch.

“Nah, that’ll wait until brunch. So… you wake up to that insane view every morning, huh? Must be nice,” you quip. “I mean, sometimes the dry cleaners across the street from my place will put a pretty frock in the window, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.”

“I do feel a little spoiled here,” he admits. “This place is wasted on me, especially since I’ve been traveling so much since I moved in.”

The slice of torte he hands you looks too decadent to eat, but that doesn’t stop you. “Oh fuck me, this is amazing. Holy shit. You baked this in addition to cooking that magnificent meal?”

“As much as I’d love to say that…” Jin points to the island, where a bakery box sits. “I’m not much of a baker. I just added the strawberries and cream.”

“Ah, well, there goes your trophy,” you sigh dramatically. Jin looks confused for a moment, then catches on.

“Night’s not over yet,” he states, swiping a strawberry off your plate. You utter a tiny ‘hey!’ as he pops the berry into his mouth.

“Yeah, but dessert usually signals the end of the night, doesn’t it? Also, stealing my food is not going to win you any points.”

Jin sets his plate on a side table and peers at you with a devious grin. “So you’re keeping score, then?”

You grimace as he laughs. “You know what I mean.”

“Anyway, this isn’t what I meant by dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow at his statement. He takes your plate from your hands. You’re not finished, but you don’t put up a fight. That look is back in his eye again, and this time you don’t see any reason to turn away.

However, before you can scoot any closer to him, he walks across the room.

“If you’re about to reveal another torte, I’ll reconsider that trophy.”

He just shakes his head, back to you as he places his phone on a little stand. He swipes a few times and the lighting in the living room dims. Then heavy bass begins to thump all around you. Before you can make any dumb jokes about setting the mood, Jin suddenly spins around, pinning you to the couch with a sultry stare.

His hips begin to sway in time to the pounding beat.

“Jin?”

He presses a finger to his lips.

“Yoongi told me what Jungkook does for a living,” he informs you, fingers loosening the knot in his tie. “I thought I should step up my game. What am I going to do, just keep cooking you dinner?”

Because the question is rhetorical, you don’t reply, “Yes, you should do that.” But you do think it.

“I realized, I can take a page out of his own playbook.”

He punctuates his point by yanking the tie from around his neck, whipping it towards the floor a few times before throwing it at you. It bounces off your shoulder, landing on the couch beside you. Threading it through your fingers, you rub the silky material as Jin saunters towards you.

Oh shit, this is happening.

Jin puckers his pillowy lips, blowing a kiss as he advances. Should you say something - whoop or yell or otherwise encourage him in some manner? Having never had a private dance before (you try not to think about what is happening right now at Paradise), you’re not sure what the proper protocol is.

He sidesteps, right left, to the beat, as he dances his way across the room. His moves are a little erratic, hitting a little too hard. But you have to give him props. He seems to really be into it.

Jin stops a foot away, peering down at you with an intense expression as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His gyrations become more pronounced as he winks. Then he abruptly drops to his knees, shimmying his shoulders. A blurt laugh of shock escapes you at the unexpected movement, and he pouts, stilling. “Don’t laugh!”

“Sorry!” You don’t mean to, truly. It’s really cute, what he’s trying to do. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

Uncrossing your legs, you sit up, still clutching the tie. Bobbing your head to some hip-hop track you vaguely recognize, you try to lose yourself in the music as Jin slips back into the rhythm.

His hands continue down his chest, working at the buttons. A light sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead, strands of jet black hair sticking to his face as he tosses his head. When he finishes the last one, he tugs his shirt down his arm, shrugging his bare shoulder emphatically in time with the song. Then he reveals his other arm, letting the shirt roll down to his fingertips.

Your eyebrows lift as Jin reveals a finely toned torso. Not ripped, but fit as fuck. Your eyes rake over his knotted shoulders, admiring the flexing muscles in his arms as he pulls the shirt off. He loses his undershirt next, and you immediately zero in on the dark treasure trail that drifts from his navel to disappear under his belt.

“Excuse me, my eyes are up here,” he smirks, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up to face him. He rips his glasses off theatrically and flings them aside. “Right here.”

He surges forward, placing both hands on either side of your thighs, and you think he’s going to kiss you, so you lean in as well, but he suddenly stops and scrambles away, fingers combing over the rug until he finds his glasses. “Sorry, I can’t actually see anything without these.”

Biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your giggle, you nod understandingly.

Kneeling in front of you again, he takes your right hand and places it on the buckle of his belt. With a naughty quirk of his eyebrow, he silently urges you to undo it. You do as desired, but before you can ease the leather strap through the loops, he stands and wiggles out of his pants, hips thrusting exaggeratedly to force the material down his legs. If you were still leaning forward, you might lose an eye.

Your shoulders shake with repressed laughter. Hopefully it just looks like you’re dancing.

Jin doesn’t give you a moment to enjoy the sight of him standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a pair of silky black boxers and a smile, before all six-foot-whatever of him ends up in your lap.

“Oh!” you exclaim as he straddles your thighs. Given how cute he’s been so far, you weren’t really expecting him to take it all the way and complete the “lap” portion of the lap dance. But he’s clearly committed. Jin winks again as he looks down at you

The hip-hop track fades away and a new song begins. It’s slinkier, an R&B jam with a more relaxed groove and a slower tempo.

Maybe it’s the new beat. Maybe it’s his nearness to you. Whatever it is, something shifts in the air. The mood in the room changes.

You stop laughing.

Jin smoothly rolls his hips as he sinks into your lap. There’s an impulse to reach out and clutch at him, hold on to the thick thighs astride yours, but you don’t know if you should, so you distract yourself with his tie, winding the soft material around your fingers.

You needn’t have worried about what to do. He’s still in the lead, ready to show you. Gently, he tugs on your right hand and brings it up to his chest. The tie flutters to the ground.

Your breath hitches as he presses your palm to his smooth, warm skin. You can feel his heart pounding. Strong. And fast. It matches the rhythm of your own.

Slowly, almost painfully so, Jin drags your hand across the firm planes of his chest. His head tips back, dark hair falling from his face as he keeps moving your hand down, over the gentle ridges of his abs, over the valley of his navel, down, down…

His hand stills just as your palms brushes over the satiny waistband of his boxers. You’ve been silent until now, mouth slightly agape as you concentrate on the sensation of your skin on his, focusing like you’re trying to commit every inch to memory, but when you realize he’s stopped, you whimper. Just a tiny little whine. Barely noticeable over the music.

Of course he hears it.

He rolls his head to the side, examining you. You can only imagine your appearance, chest heaving, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes wide as they stare at where your fingers meet his boxers. Already looking fucked out when he’s barely touched you yet.

“Did you need something?” he murmurs.

You nod, trying to lower your hand, but he holds it in place. You whine. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Peeking up at him through your eyelashes, you sweetly beg, “Please let me touch your cock.”

His eyes widen slightly, cool facade momentarily slipping at your choice of words, but he regains control. “I might not be a professional, but I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.”

“Fuck the rules,” you curse, hooking your free hand around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

He tastes of tart berries and sweet cream. Your mouth mutes Jin’s surprised yelp as you nibble on his pouty bottom lip. He releases your hand to cup your face, taking charge of the kiss. You don’t fight him, because the moment his hand drops yours, you find what you were searching for.

He’s hard, a massive tent forming underneath your hand as you stroke him through the silk. Fuck, he’s big, too. You want to pull him out, take a peek, but then Jin breaks off the kiss.

“Hey!” He watches your hand at work. “That, ah, shit, that’s not part of the plan!” His hips don’t appear to be on the same page as his mouth, though, given the way they keep jerking forward, seeking more caresses.

“Plan, huh? Maybe we should move to the next step? Seems like part of you wants to,” you giggle, flashing a cheeky smile.

He snaps back in charge. You pout as one hand pulls yours off of his crotch while the other grasps your chin to lift your head up. He brings your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm, and your sulk quickly turns into a gasp as his lips part and his teeth lightly graze your fingertips.

“Patience,” he states, voice firm. “Be good for me now. I already told you. I want to have my dessert.”

A wave of heat rolls through you, thighs clenching together at his commanding tone and dark eyes. Fucking hell, was this guy always here, lurking just underneath the goofy quips and honking laugh?

Jin slides from your lap and settles on the floor in front of you again. His large hands are hot on your thighs as they slide towards your skirt, just stopping when his fingers brush the soft material. “Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he slowly guides your legs apart. His hands keep traveling upward, only stopping again when they reach your panties. Long fingers hook under the satin and lace, tugging them downward. You lift your hips without hesitation and he tugs them all the way off.

He runs a finger along your slit and you whimper again. “Oh, look at you,” he sighs happily. “You’re completely soaked.” As if you couldn’t already feel that. He pops his finger into his mouth and sucks. “So juicy and sweet. The perfect dessert.”

“Jesus Christ, Jin!” Both hands reach for him. He playfully grabs your wrists and pulls them together as he clucks his tongue.

“What did I say about being patient?” he inquires, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remark.

“Yes, it is.” He rubs his thumbs over your wrists and the sensation sends a bolt of electricity to your core.

“I never claimed to be virtuous.”

He visibly fights a smile as he releases your wrists and reaches behind you, hands pressing against your lower back to urge you forward to the edge of your seat. Another bolt races through you as he lowers his lips to your ear, warm breath tickling as he whispers, “Try to behave for me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bite your lip and nod, reaching deep to find some patience. It’s not your strong suit. All you want to do right now is throw yourself on him and kiss him and touch him and ride him into the sunrise. But that’s clearly not what he has in mind.

So you’ll hold him to that promise, and wait.

He pushes your dress up to your waist. “Here. Hold this,” he instructs, and you clutch at your skirt, keeping it from sliding back down, thankful for something to do with your hands.

Jin grabs a few plush throw pillows and arranges them at your back. “Comfortable?” You nod, and he presses his plump lips to the inside of your knee. “Good. Now lie back, but keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch while I savor you.”

“Fuck,” you mumble.

He laughs, a low rumble that sends a puff of air darting along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he kisses his way towards your core. You stare, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he finally reaches where you need him most, and licks a long stripe up your folds with the flat of his tongue.

And then he dives right in.

Your mouth falls open in silent exclamation as he devours you. The soft pile of pillows catches you, keeping you upright as you go slack with pleasure. Jin eats you like he’s eating one of the strawberries from earlier, eagerly, messily, lips sucking, tongue darting out to lap up your juices, chin and nose slick and glossy in the dim lighting of the room. His hands slide under your thighs, locking your legs in place as he works.

His mouth feels like heaven. Your voice returns to you and you keen as he circles your clit with his tongue. Judging by the muffled groan he lets out, Jin’s enjoying his ministrations almost as much as you are.

There’s no way you’re turning away from that lustful gaze as his mouth moves against you. After several blissful minutes, Jin releases your legs to sit back and catch his breath. He removes his glasses, which have fogged slightly, using his discarded shirt to wipe them clean.

“I hope you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, because I could eat you all night.”

“Jiiiinnn,” you whine, knuckles turning white as you grip the bottom of your dress, patience wearing thin. “Please!”

He runs a thumb over your folds, a light tease, and you tilt your hips, trying to urge him to touch you more, but his other hand splays on your belly and holds you back as he gives you a stern look.

“Uh-uh,” he chides you. “I thought you were going to be good? Be patient for me?” His thumb flits around your clit, tantalizingly close. “I’m enjoying this. Don’t you want me to enjoy my meal?”

Fuck. Where did this dominant side of Jin come from and just how far does it go? You’d love to explore it. But some other night. Right now, you just want to get off.

You nod fervently. “I’ll be good.”

One of his long fingers parts your folds and slips inside. As you mewl helplessly, falling back into the lush pillows again, Jin’s mouth finds your clit. He strokes your inner wall, crooking his finger perfectly. His other hand roams up your stomach, squeezing your right breast through your clothes.

He resumes his frantic pace. The lewd noises his tongue and lips make are no match for the guttural moans emanating from him as he basks in the way you taste and the way you tremble. He squirms a little, and a spot of drool gathers in the corner of your mouth as you fantasize about how much his cock must be aching right now and how much you’d love to help him find some relief. But the only thing you can articulate is his name, which spills from your lips again and again as an exquisite tension builds within you. It spreads, toes and feet flexing as your whole body tightens, preparing for your end -

Jin stops.

A wordless wail of indignation is all you can manage as you stare at Jin in frustration. He chuckles, a rude sound far from his usual squeaky giggle, and drags his nails down your thighs. You shiver despite your current state of agitation.

As much as you’d love to ask him what the actual fuck, you keep silent, panting, waiting.

After what feels like an eternity, Jin grins. “You’ve been so good. Let me finish my meal.”

He immediately plunges two fingers into you as he drops his face to your cunt to suckle at your clit.

“Fuck, Jin!”

His fingers, his tongue, his lips. That lascivious stare. It’s too much. The tension returns faster than you expect and you can’t stop yourself from bucking against his face before the pressure bursts and you cum, crying out, as Jin moans against you, still drinking you in, tongue fluttering away, fingers not stopping, until you drop your skirt and gently push him away.

“Holy. Shit.” you huff as Jin joins you on the couch. He draws you into his side as you try to catch your breath. You glance at his lap and see his erection straining at his boxers. “I see you liked your meal.”

He nods, cupping your face. “Very much.” His kiss is searing, all heat, and he gasps into your mouth as your hand slips beneath the silk and wraps around his hardness, giving him a few strokes.

You quickly free him from his boxers, eyes widening slightly as you finally witness his impressive length. He doesn’t move to stop you this time, but encourages you on with tiny grunts as he thrusts up into your hand. You can’t resist purring, “I’m ready for my treat now,” as you duck your head to take his cock in your mouth.

He must’ve really enjoyed you, because he doesn’t last long after that. A few more strokes, a few swirls around his sensitive head, and Jin’s spurting hot into your throat with a low groan, fingers laced in your hair. You swallow each pulse that your hand pumps out.

The two of you collapse against the cushions, your head on his shoulder, his arms around you tight. You’ve no idea how much time passes before he speaks. “That wasn’t part of the plan, either.”

You smile into the soft curve of his throat. “I improvised.”

“I’ll allow it.” He stretches. “Do you want some water? I need some water.”

“Oh god, yes please.”

He pads towards the kitchen, and you tip your head to ogle his rather firm ass as he walks away.

“Are the windows tinted from outside or are you an exhibitionist?” you call after him.

He simply grins as he returns with two glasses of water.

“I would like to shower,” he announces, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Would you care to? Alone, of course” he quickly clarifies, “unless you want company. I’m happy either way. But I thought I’d offer. In case you’d like to.”

You’re an absolute mess, so showering sounds wonderful. Before you can make up your mind whether you’d like to wash up alone or possibly go through round two in his shower together, he babbles on.

“Not that I’m trying to say the night’s over or it’s time to go or anything. If - if you want to stay, you’re welcome to.” Jin gently brushes his fingers across your cheek, gaze darkening again. “I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. I have a big appetite.”

You consider your choices. Go home and get some sleep so you’re refreshed for tomorrow? You don’t want to be a zombie for your date with Jungkook. Or stay and see just how much of that bold promise of an all-night buffet he can keep?

“So… do you want to stay?”

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