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Jungkook flitters around his kitchen, beginning to retrieve and set out the copious amount of alcohol he and his friends had chipped in and bulk bought a couple of days prior, determined to make this his best housewarming party yet. He's collected enough alcohol for every single one of his guests to drink themselves to oblivion at least four times over, and he's ordered a stripper, which he thinks will be the best part of the evening.

His phone buzzes on the counter and he leans over to check the caller ID: Taehyung. He'd left to buy solo cups that they'd somehow forgotten, so clearly Taehyung’s having an emergency at the store. He quickly picks up his phone and answers, bringing it to his ear.

"You okay, hyung?" Jungkook pants, almost breathless.

"Why are you so out of breath?" Taehyung chuckles, amused, from the speaker.

"Well, clearly it's an emergency. Remember I told you to get the purple ones, oh my god, did they run out of stock of the purple cups?"

"No, no I have the purple cups. I called to remind you that the landlord arranged for the plu—"

"Hyung, it's fine," Jungkook cuts him off at the mention of their landlord, "We won't crash the place. Everything's fine! Please hurry back!" he rushes, quickly ending the call and sighing a breath of relief.

He continues arranging the alcohol and mixers on the cheap table they'd bought from IKEA last week, Jungkook chuckling to himself at the memory of him and Taehyung arguing over the colour, and Jungkook instantly giving in when he saw Taehyung beginning to actually get upset. Jungkook loved teasing Taehyung, but it was never worth upsetting him over. Jungkook knows he'll probably never sit at the table, assuming its primary use to be a 'drinks' table for the many future parties they'd host that he'd planned in his mind.

A knock at the door startles Jungkook almost, standing up from where he was knelt on the floor, he smiles as he walks towards the door.

"Hyung, I can't believe you forgot your keys already~" he sings as he opens the door to perhaps the sexiest and most beautiful man he's ever seen in his life, (not Taehyung, as much as he is beautiful and is actually the most beautiful person Jungkook has ever met, but in this moment, Jungkook is very horny). "—Oh."

The stripper is here already, Jungkook realises.

"Hi," the man smiles, and dear God, his smile, his teeth, he's perfect. Jungkook had always thought the idea of strippers were stupid, but he’d ordered one for the party from a weird website as a complete joke. He didn't realise he'd actually want to get railed by the main that arrived at his door.

"Hi! You're early?" Jungkook frowns almost. The party doesn't start for another three hours, and he'd ordered the stripper to arrive later than that.

The man tilts his head, "No, no, I'm late—I'm so sorry."

Jungkook blinks. Maybe that's just what comes with ordering from a website that definitely did look a little shady. Perhaps there was miscommunication somewhere.

Nevertheless, he stands to the side to let the man in, and Jungkook bites his lip as he watches the man walk in in his dirty plumber overalls, desperate to climb him like a tree already. He's impressed with the fact that he has a toolbox as a prop, though. This guy definitely takes his job seriously.

"Where's your kitchen?" he smiles and turns to Jungkook expectantly.

Jungkook's confused, wondering what it is that the stripper would need from his kitchen.

He plays along though, "Oh! A drink, how rude of me. I should have offered you one earlier." Jungkook babbles, leading him through to the kitchen, wondering to himself whether he's expected to entertain this sexy man for the next few hours before the party starts. He isn't sure how he'll manage that successfully without getting on his knees or getting his back blown out.

"No, I'm okay for a drink, thank you." he smiles, walking to the sink and kneeling down, opening the cabinet and taking a look inside.

Jungkook is blown away. This entire act is amazing, this man is genuinely pretending to be a plumber coming to fix the pipes before doing his strip routine. Although he's ridiculously early, if this man wants to give him a solo strip, Jungkook's going to take it. He has to stop himself multiple times from praising the man for his acting, because he really does look like he's doing something with the wrench he's holding in his hand. Maybe this man should've been an actor.

Jungkook doesn’t mean to objectify the man, but he can’t help but wonder why he’s wearing so many clothes, and when he’ll start taking them off. At this point, he doesn’t care anymore. Screw the party, Jungkook is more than ready to watch the show. He can pretend that the stripper didn’t arrive.

“Honestly, feel free to start your routine whenever you want. You don’t need to wait for the party,” Jungkook hesitates, playing with the loose fabric splaying from the holes of his jeans.

The stripper makes a confused noise, his head still inside of the cupboard underneath the sink.

“What do you mean? I’m just here to fix the pipes?” his voice is high-pitched, and Jungkook can’t tell if he’s genuinely confused or his act is cracking.

“Y’know—your uh,” Jungkook lowers his voice subconsciously, “strip routine.”

He hears a loud bang. The man’s body fidgets and he clears his throat, "I—" he crawls out from under the sink and looks up towards Jungkook from where he's leaning against the counter. His eyes are wide and he looks confused. He tilts his head slightly before speaking again. "You—you want to see me strip?"

Jungkook laughs, furrowing his eyebrows as if he wouldn't even need to answer the question, "Well, not only did I pay for a stripper, but have you seen yourself?"

The man jerks his head and laughs lightly. He bites his lip and hesitates, looking like he's weighing up his options. "Okay, uh—let me—just—finish this up?"

Jungkook smiles warmly, "Please, don't let me rush your routine."

The stripper smiles back, a small blush rising on his cheeks before getting back into his position under the sink. He's under there for another couple of minutes before he crawls backwards, standing up straight and turning on the taps. "All fixed!" he chirps, and Jungkook laughs along. The man washes his hands and turns the water off.

"So, uh—"

"—Do you, uh—need any music?" they interrupt each other and giggle awkwardly.

"I'll be okay, I think?" he replies, fidgeting with his hands as if he doesn't know what to do with them. Maybe he's new to stripping, Jungkook won't judge. "So, here is okay?"

"Wherever you're comfortable," Jungkook offers, "Do you want me to sit down?"

"Um, yes. Of course, yeah. It's best if you sit down, right?" he babbles and then chokes out a laugh, "I mean—yeah! Silly me, yeah. You should sit down. Sorry."

Jungkook chuckles, amused. He takes one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sits himself down, nodding towards the stripper to let him know that he's ready for him to start.

There's a short silence before Jungkook speaks up again, "Are you sure you don't need music?"

"Okay, yeah. Probably. Sorry. I'm a little nervous." he blushes, and Jungkook screams internally.

He's fucking adorable, but at the same time, Jungkook is still gagging to see him naked. He slips his phone out of his pocket and skim-reads a text from Taehyung letting him know he'll be dropping by Hoseok's before coming home (getting his back blown out). He breathes a small sigh of relief knowing that he and the stripper will have a little bit of privacy as he scrolls through his Spotify.

"No, it's okay!" his voice is high-pitched again, almost desperate. "I have...a playlist already?"

"Of course!" Jungkook smiles, and watches as he fumbles in his pocket for his phone, frowning as he looks at it for a short moment. Then, Eye of the Tiger sounds through his speaker.

Jungkook narrows his eyes for a moment, not sure if this is what he'd imagined in his head when he'd mentally taken off his clothes.

"Oops, sorry," he laughs nervously, pressing skip to the next song. He thinks the first few beats of the next song seem familiar, until he hears, "Hey boy, I'm gonna make this real simple for you—"

Yes or Yes is what this man strips to. Okay. This is a little more bearable than Eye of the Tiger, and seemingly, the stripper is happy with the choice. He locks his phone and places it on the counter.

"What's your name?" Jungkook asks, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Uh—RM. My...stripper name." RM replies, and Jungkook nods, leaving him alone to do his thing.

RM begins to slowly move his hips, the act completely clashing with the pace of the song, and Jungkook curses his choice of strip outfit. He's wearing overalls which he begins to slowly unbutton, revealing the honey skin beneath. He bites the inside of his cheek in anticipation as more buttons come undone, and Jungkook begins to map out his defined chest, stealing glances of his dark brown nipples. He almost zones out the distracting music as he watches his overalls reveal more and more of his body that Jungkook could only compare to a greek god.

All he wants is for him to slip the upper half off of his shoulders so he could take a better view, knowing that RM barely revealing his chest as he awkwardly sways to Twice shouldn't affect him this much. He can feel the blood rushing south, his jeans feeling a little too tight.

His buttons are finally undone, and he can see all the way to the waistband of his CK boxers. Jungkook's salivating now, wondering to himself why he'd never hired a stripper before, but also knowing that he wants a strip from no one other than the man standing before him.

RM eyes him, his eyes widening as he rakes them over Jungkook, following his gaze from his eyes to his lip that's bitten between his teeth, which then stops as he reaches the bulge in Jungkook's jeans. He looks down at his own bulge and meets RM's eye again.

Something about that moment sparks confidence in RM; there's a small spark in his eye and a smirk as he saunters towards Jungkook. He pulls open his overalls further as he gets closer to Jungkook, and looks at him expectantly. If Jungkook could paint a picture of how he looks in this moment, he thinks he'd be described as a desperate dog, panting with his tongue out.

"You wanna—?" RM asks, and Jungkook almost whines at the implication.

"I'm allowed? To touch you?"

"Please." RM breathes, and Jungkook sighs, lifting his hand from his lap and sliding it between the fabric of his overalls.

He ghosts his fingertips over the chiselled muscle of RM's abs, feeling RM shiver under his touch.

"Oh, fuck. You're perfect." Jungkook whispers, pushing his overalls over his shoulders so it falls to the back of his biceps, revealing his shoulders and his upper arms. He's so buff. He's what Jungkook would have wet dreams over. "Is it okay that I'm touching you like this?" he confirms again, unsure of whether this is crossing the line of a strip routine, considering it might be turning into Jungkook (hopefully) getting bent over the kitchen counter and being pounded into tomorrow.

"Yeah, please, it's more than okay," RM's eyes are screwed shut, his voice breathy as he speaks.

"Do your other strips end like this?" Jungkook asks, placing his palms flat on RM's washboard abs and smoothing them over until he cups his pecs, rolling the nubs between his fingers.

RM whimpers, "No, no. Never."

"Just wanted me to touch you?"

"Just you, so badly." RM's whines grow louder, and Jungkook moves his hands back down his chest, using the pads of his thumbs to dip in between his muscles. He notices a noticable bulge formed in his overalls, and Jungkook isn't sure whether he wants to get on his knees or wants to fuck him. He asks for neither.

"Wanna fuck me?" Jungkook asks, leaning forward to press kisses against RM's stomach. He feels the full body tremble of his moan in response against his lips.

"Oh fuck, please. Please." RM brings his hand to grip Jungkook's hair as he continues to kiss and lick over his abs.

Jungkook looks up to RM, his pecs so visible he leans back slightly to see his face. "Can I fuck your tits first?"

RM's reaction is visible on his face, his eyes glaze over and he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. "I don't think I can answer that question without sounding embarrassingly desperate."

"I can go twice, I promise." Jungkook bites his lip and RM tips his head back, groaning.

"I don't doubt that, baby." RM's voice is gruff, and it goes straight to his dick. Jungkook sits up straight, standing up and grabbing RM's hand, leaving the stripper's phone in the kitchen as it plays Ariana Grande through the speakers, leading them to his bedroom.

He pushes RM onto the bed and admires how hot he looks, splayed out on his sheets half naked.

"I'm gonna go prep, when I get back, I expect this to be off." Jungkook orders, gesturing to RM's overalls.

After he quickly preps, he looks at himself in the mirror. His purple hair is a little disheveled from RM's hands in it earlier, and he pulls it out of the ponytail he had it in. He brushes it quickly, messing it back up and hoping he still looks fuckable.

He walks back into the bedroom naked, and stops abruptly at the end of the bed.

"What the fuck is this?" Jungkook crawls onto the bed and straight onto him, his hands automatically gripping onto the most marvelous honey thighs he's ever seen in his life. "You hid these from me?"

RM huffs a laugh at him as he massages his fingers across the beautifully muscled and chiseled thighs. Jungkook can't help himself, letting his hips rut against the inside of one of RM's thighs.

"Wait, I need to tell you something." RM rushes, looking conflicted as his eyes are trained to Jungkook's cock against his thigh.

"Okay...?" Jungkook replies, wondering if he's actually arrived here to kill him, (he did order RM from a website that may be disguised as hiring a hitman rather than a stripper). Maybe RM feels bad lying to him.

"I'm—I'm not the stripper you ordered."

Jungkook looks at RM and laughs, not actually too surprised at his confession.

"So... you are actually a plumber?"

"I am. I'm the plumber. I thought you knew I was coming."

"I think my housemate tried to tell me earlier," Jungkook giggles, "I'm sorry that I made you strip."

"You didn't make me do anything!" RM laughs, "I was the idiot who played along because you're hot." he covers his face with his hands.

"Stop," Jungkook whispers through a fond smile, moving his hands to take RM's off of his face. "So, your real name?"

"Namjoon."

"Namjoon...hyung?" Jungkook breathes, slowly grinding his lips again, "Joon, Namu, Joonie,"

"Oh my god," Namjoon nods his head frantically and groans, "Please, I need—"

"What d'you need?" Jungkook massages Namjoon's thigh as he ruts against the other, "Tell me."

"Please," he whines, gripping his pecs and pushing them together, "please. I don’t even know your name."

Jungkook chuckles at his desperation, "Jungkook. Was thinking I could fuck your thighs instead," he purrs, teasing.

Namjoon's mumbling and whining is unintelligible, but Jungkook knows that his plan to mount him and fuck his pecs hasn't changed, even after seeing his thighs. He climbs up Namjoon's body and leans under the pillow his head is laying on, grabbing a bottle of lube and popping the cap. He lines up his cock in the space between Namjoon's pecs and drizzles the cold lube messily over his pecs and his cock.

Both of them hiss at the cold sensation, and Jungkook grips himself, spreading the lube evenly over himself. Namjoon grabs ahold of his tits and pushes them as close together as possible, enveloping Jungkook's cock between them.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck." Jungkook marvels as he looks down at the sight, sliding easily between Namjoon's tits and watching as his cockhead emerges from between them each time he thrusts. Namjoon seems just as affected, his eyes trained on the sight and his mouth hung open as whines spill from his tongue.

Jungkook grabs ahold of one of Namjoon's pecs, using his other hand to grip Namjoon's peach hair as he keeps fucking into the tight embrace of Namjoon. It feels so good that he struggles to maintain a steady rhythm, the entire situation and visual is enough to send Jungkook spiralling. His hips stutter as he whines Namjoon's name, tightens his grip in Namjoon's hair as he feels the pressure building, chasing his high as he quickens his pace.

"Everything about you is perfect," Jungkook grits his teeth, riding the waves of pleasure as he thrusts through his first orgasm, leaning back and letting his cum paint Namjoon's chin and pecs.

He takes a deep breath as he comes down, watching as Namjoon's tongue dashes out to lick the cum from his chin. Jungkook groans at the sight, feeling his cock jump from oversensitivity.

"Dirty." Jungkook smiles, and Namjoon licks his lips from below him. "You wanna fuck me now?"

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Namjoon croaks lightly, moving his hands to caress Jungkook's thighs, "I have no idea how I got so lucky that you mistook me for a stripper."

"Can you blame me? Look at this body." Jungkook laughs, pointing at the mixture of lube and cum on Namjoon's chest.

"How's your refractory period?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook rolls off onto the sheets next to him.

"Give me a moment. I need to clean you up," he goes to move off the bed but feels Namjoon pull him back.

"No, I like it."

"You are dirty." Jungkook smiles, climbing back onto the bed. "Wait, aren't you working?"

Namjoon laughs, "No, you were my last job for the day. Weirdly my last job thought I was a stripper too, that’s why I was late."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Hurry up and pound me into the sheets, please."

"My pleasure." Namjoon smiles cheekily.

"Can I open you up?"

Jungkook takes Namjoon's hand into his and parts his fingers, admiring his hands, "I need these long, beautiful fingers inside of me immediately."

Namjoon gets onto his knees and shuffles on the bed, helping Jungkook move into the center and spreads his legs, reaching for the lube. Jungkook licks his lips as he watches Namjoon's cock hang heavy between his legs, bobbing as he moves around.

"Fuck, I wish I'd sucked you off." Jungkook groans, "or fucked your thighs. God, I can't wait to get fucked by you."

Namjoon chuckles as he pops the cap and warms the lube between his fingers, "You have no filter and I love it."

"If I had a filter, you wouldn't be fucking me right now."

"Exactly," Namjoon says, his index finger circling Jungkook's ring of muscle. He leans down and nips at the insides of his thigh, slowly sliding the first finger in. Jungkook whines at the sensation, feeling the length of Namjoon's long finger slowly opening him up.

"More." Jungkook demands, restless, ready for another. Namjoon obliges, inserting a second finger until the knuckle. He scissors just slightly, thrusting his fingers with a purpose once Jungkook begins moaning. It's not long before he's pressing against Jungkook's prostate and drawing a short scream from him. The pressure is delicious, but Jungkook is sensitive and doesn’t want to be pushed too far so soon.

“Hyung,” he warns, “Please. Ready.”

“Mmm,” Namjoon hums, giving Jungkook’s inner thigh one last nip before pulling his fingers out. “Condom?”

Jungkook reaches over and feels his way through his drawer expertly without looking, pulling out a condom packet and handing it to Namjoon who’s wearing an impressed smirk, his eyebrow raised.

He wordlessly rips open the packet and rolls it on, Jungkook watches as he pushes his knees to his chest and lines himself up before slowly edging himself in.

“Mm’kay. Keep going please.” Jungkook encourages, and Namjoon continues on, gripping Jungkook’s waist until he bottoms out.

“You good?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook hums, getting used to the feeling of being so stretched open and full, loving how Namjoon is unintentionally pinning him down with the weight of his hand on his hip.

“Ready.” Jungkook replies after a moment, choosing to wrap his legs around Namjoon’s waist.

Namjoon nods and Jungkook watches as he closes his eyes, slowly pulling out and back in, setting a slow pace, and he’s thankful. Namjoon is big, and the slow rhythm is nice for Jungkook to get used to his size. Jungkook can’t help the moans that slip from his lips as Namjoon gently fastens his pace, the stretch becoming more overwhelming with each thrust, pleasure rushing through Jungkook’s entire body.

He hears Namjoon’s panting quicken, groaning under his breath as he fucks into Jungkook. “Fuck, Jungkook. You’re gorgeous—so fucking sexy. Feel so good.”

Jungkook admires the sweat dripping down Namjoon’s temples, pleasure written all over his face as his beautiful hooded eyes stare back at him. He watches Namjoon’s mouth form the moans that sound, biting his lip and feeling Namjoon adjust their position slightly, aiming for Jungkook’s prostate.

It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to have Jungkook babbling as he abuses his prostate, thrusting deeply and grinding against it, praising Jungkook quietly with his gruff voice as he feels the pressure and pleasure building, curling his toes as he tries to warn Namjoon, begging him to touch him.

Namjoon leans between them, giving Jungkook what he wants and wrapping his hand around his neglected cock. Jungkook whines loudly at the overstimulation, letting the fire course through his body and almost screaming as Namjoon flicks his wrist at the same time he thrusts, Jungkook spurting all over his own chest.

“Can I—?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook nods. Namjoon leans down and captures Jungkook’s lips into a kiss as his thrusts become frantic. He leans back and takes his hand, smothering Jungkook’s cum across his abs. Jungkook’s amused as he watches it happen, watching Namjoon close his eyes and tip his head back as his hips come to a stop as he cums. Namjoon huffs out a breath and leans over Jungkook, smiling dopily down at him. Jungkook feels exhausted, struggling to keep his eyes open as he looks back at Namjoon. 

Namjoon slowly pulls out and removes the condom, tying it up and throwing it in the direction of the trashcan. He collapses beside Jungkook on the bed, and Jungkook sleepily lets himself drift towards Namjoon’s sweaty and dirty body, ignoring how disgusting the both of them are and easily surrendering to the comfort of sleep in Namjoon’s arms.

 

 

 

 

“Kook?” he hears Tae’s familiar voice echo after the sound of the front door closing. 

Fuck. He almost forgot there was a party tonight that they’re both hosting. 

Jungkook leans over and gives Namjoon’s ass a small smack before rushing to climb out of bed and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. 

“Whose phone is this? Is that the plumber’s toolbox? Why do you look—Jungkook. Did you fuck the plumber?!” Taehyung’s eyes dart around the kitchen until they land on Jungkook, who must look fucked out.

“I mean, I might have thought he was the stripper?” Jungkook winces, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You do realise that doesn’t make it any better, right? Is this his?” Taehyung walks towards the phone, now playing So What by Loona, and wakes the screen to pause the music. 

“It might be. He fixed the pipes.”

“That’s enough.” Taehyung cringes, moving to begin unpacking the bags he’d brought home. 

“I meant the actual pipes!” Jungkook hobbles to the sink and turns the tap on. “See?”

“And yours?”

“...God, fuck yeah.”

“Gross.” 

Jungkook swats at Taehyung who expertly dodges the attack. “You asked, dick!”