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jungkook works for a luxury cruise line. he and rest of the staff of oceanic voyages cruise line pride themselves on their stellar service and hospitality. six out of five stars, their reviewers say, stepping off board with satisfied smiles on their faces, and there’s a very specific reason for that popularity.
jungkook works hard; technically, he’s on duty at all hours. this morning, for instance, he only has a couple minutes of privacy before he has to step out of the staff’s cabin in his uniform, ready to start the day. he’s wearing a black pleated skirt and a white button-down blouse underneath a black vest. it’s a professional outfit, completed with a tie and high heels, and once he ties his hair into two short and springy pigtails (“handles,” he likes to call them) he’s ready and presentable for work.
he doesn’t take three steps out into the hallway before he’s grabbed.
“good morning!” he gasps out, dutiful even as he’s being slammed against the wall. “how are you enjoying your stay with us at oceanic voyages so far?”
whoever it is pinning jungkook’s chest firmly to the wall, he doesn’t seem to care much for the usual spiel. he slaps a hand over jungkook’s mouth while his other hand slips underneath jungkook’s skirt, heading straight for his crotch and moving jungkook’s panties aside.
“look at that,” the man growls. his fingers brush against jungkook’s cunt, soft and recently waxed and most importantly, undirtied. “am i your first today, sweetheart?”
“mhmm,” jungkook whimpers, anticipation and arousal making his heart beat fast.
“shut the fuck up,” the man snaps, and jungkook lets his eyes slip shut. men like this are rather easy to service—they’re rough, but they don’t want jungkook to speak or do anything at all.
the man pushes two thick fingers into jungkook’s pussy, finding wetness there already forming, and he spreads the fluids around carelessly, clumsy fingers pulling harshly at jungkook’s sore muscles. then he pulls away quickly and readies himself to penetrate him.
jungkook bites his lip to stay quiet as the man pushes his cock in, pushing past the rough glide of his dry folds until he’s buried balls-deep inside jungkook’s pussy.
jungkook is far from a virgin, but it’s still his first fuck of the day. he’s tighter than he usually is, and he’s sore from working yesterday and the day before that, so he can’t help the sob that escapes his lips.
“good little bitch,” the man grunts, pulling back to thrust back inside jungkook harshly. jungkook clenches around the man’s cock, forehead pressed against the wall as he does his best to pleasure him. he moves pliantly with every thrust, allowing himself to be used.
“what a fucking whore,” the man says under his breath, one hand reaching around jungkook to tighten around his neck. heat flushes in jungkook’s cheeks as he feels his airflow getting cut off, blood pounding in his head as arousal and fear prickle in his gut, twin feelings fueling the fire inside him. he’s slammed against the wall with every thrust, his chest feeling a bit crushed by the force of the man’s fucking, and oxygen deprivation allows a dull, delirious pleasure to flood into jungkook’s mind.
the man gropes and kneads jungkook’s ass, pulling the soft flesh aside to give himself better access to jungkook’s sensitive dripping hole. by now, he’s wet enough that the slide doesn’t hurt, and the fluid friction allows the man to fuck jungkook’s cunt quickly and easily.
jungkook usually can’t cum from quick exchanges like these, instead focusing on the passenger’s satisfaction. it’s his job, after all, to be used and abused until he fulfills his purpose, and he gets a load of cum in or on him for his efforts.
somewhere in the back of jungkook’s lust-addled mind, he hears footsteps approaching. as someone approaches, jungkook realizes it must be another staff member.
“excuse me, sir.” the voice is quiet and polite, and whoever it is slips past them on their way to wherever they’re trying to go. they’re gone as quickly as they came, but the knowledge that he’s been seen, and watched, and ignored, not even addressed by a fellow staff member as they walked by, sends a jolt up jungkook’s spine. he shivers in the man’s hold, his breaths coming in wheezes now, humiliation brewing in his belly.
“i’d like to get beneath her skirt,” the man says suddenly, and jungkook realizes the man who’s fucking him is openly fantasizing about someone else while he’s inside jungkook. “and fuck her tiny pussy. what a beautiful, slutty little thing.”
there’s tears prickling at jungkook’s eyes now. he can’t quite explain the exact cause for it, but it burns, a euphoric white-hot pain burning hot inside him as he thinks for a moment that he might actually come on this man’s cock.
“i’ll have to settle for you, though,” the man continues, hot breath against jungkook’s ear. “useless whore.”
it’s not long before man’s hips stutter and he cums inside jungkook. he grunts, a guttural, choked sound in jungkook’s ear, as he finishes with his cock deep inside jungkook, his hips pressed flush against jungkook’s plush ass. the man pulls out, slaps jungkook’s cunt once, and laughs as jungkook’s knees wobble and he sinks to the floor with cum dripping out of him, the building orgasm in his gut fading away.
jungkook, ever the professional, only needs a second to swallow his disappointment of his interrupted orgasm and recover. the passenger wordlessly zips himself up and walks away without speaking to or even looking at jungkook, so he presumes the man is satisfied with his services. once jungkook is alone on the floor of the empty hallway, he pushes his own fingers inside of himself and pulls them out, dragging some of the cum inside him out as he does so. he licks his fingers clean so he won’t drip too much cum all over himself and the floor—the day is only beginning, after all. he readjusts his clothes, pulling his skirt down so that he looks decent, and heads to the dining cabin where they’re serving breakfast.