#this whole fic felt like a wine induced dream & I don't wanna wake up

[randonauticrap]

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This is stunning. Wow. I- words are gone, this fic took my breath away.

SOPHISTICATION - JIN GRANDET X READER

Warnings : pretty suggestive, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sensual fluff

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : This was entirely inspired by @randonauticrap ‘s—very relatable—rants about Jin, and @atelier-the-atelier ‘s post from a while back about the elegant, mature vibes Jin exudes. It’s been living in my head rent-free😮‍💨

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Jin’s hands were big; big enough to span the entirety of their lower back when he wrapped them up in his arms like this. It was equal parts comforting and exhilarating, mellow pleasure shooting down their spine with every gentle caress of their skin.

Crossing their legs to sit upright properly, they leaned even further into his embrace, almost melting into his lap. He smelt of sandalwood and patchouli, a mix so heady and rich it almost caused them to shiver with the subtle want that always lingered whenever they sat with their lover.

With the elegance only a regal Rhodolitian prince could have, he took a sip of the expensive wine in the crystal glass in his hand resting on the armchair. In the most enticing way possible, his lips—once removed and knowingly smirking at them, like he knew perfectly well just how his appearance affected them—were stained rouge and damp.

As he invited them to have a taste with a slight slant of his wine glass, Jin’s daring fingers trailed down, tantalizingly close to their backside. Garnet eyes roved over their entire figure languidly draped over him, so closely entwined in a way similar to how they always were between the sheets.

Their throat bobbed with every swallow of the slightly-sweet alcohol, and Jin’s narrowed eyes caught every subtle movement. Their own sparkling eyes met his, and the mere look in them was like a sensual beckoning to him, or a salacious caress with the moon as their only witness.

“You like it?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the rich baritone warming them down to the very tips of their feet—or perhaps that was the wine, paired with his palm massaging them through the thin fabric of their loungewear.

Jin smelled and sounded far too intoxicating for them to even muster anything but a barely-there nod. And they certainly couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying they liked—was it the sting of the expensive liquor? Or was it his undivided attention, and the unabashed desire in his eyes?

In all cases, they wanted more. A bold hand crept through the top of his unbuttoned shirt, usually so crisp but now rumpled in a way reminiscent to how they always left him after a tryst of passion. He was the image of pure eroticism and adoration, all in one ridiculously elegant package.

And they loved every bit of him.

They stroked the hard planes of his chest, a satisfied little smirk of their own making its way on their face as they felt his heartbeat thumping against their palm. After all this time, they still reveled in the way they flustered him, regardless of how poised and charming he tried to appear on the outside. That was the cool façade of a man head over heels in love, and they could always see through Jin’s.

“I’d say you liked it more,” they chuckled, lightly scraping their nail against the exposed tan skin and getting a thrill out of the shiver that coursed through his body. His eyes flashed, and for a moment they could swear that his passionate gaze had turned rather desperate.

Somehow, he managed to find the words. “I’d like it even more if we spent the rest of the night in bed.”

“And what exactly do you have planned for us in bed?” They toyed with the threads of his shirt; anything to busy their fingers and feign nonchalance, despite him consuming their every thought at the moment.

“Sit and talk for a while. Y’know, I really miss you when you’re not with me,” Jin mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their temple, before breathing out a laugh at the way they fidgeted in his lap. “Kiss a little. Take our time with that.” His other hand, now free of the wine glass, reached up to thumb at their dewy lips as he grinned disarmingly. “Maybe even make love until the break of dawn?”

It was all-too-tempting to give in to their lover’s whims; fantasies that they knew they’d enact—and then some. With their heart pounding in their chest with anticipation, they wrapped their arms around his neck, swallowing thickly and watching his corded muscles flex with the shifts in movement as he began to lift them up. Too easy; it was far too easy to get lured in by his timeless, effortless beauty.

“Yes to all of that,” they sighed, a little dreamily and very much in love all over again. “Let’s make up for lost time, Jin.”

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