ROOM SERVICE

A/N: ((i hate myself))

⚠️THIS IS PORN WITH A SHITTY BRAZZERS PLOTLINE⚠️

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The elevator doors opened with the
following ding as Jungkook pushed the cart out. He was headed towards the premier suites, the kind of rooms which only the rich and privileged could afford. Assholes, if you asked him. Like, who the hell orders two bottles of champagne and 7 tangerine fruit cups at 2:00 am?

Despite being the pricky person that Jungkook was, he still managed forcing a half-assed smile as he wheeled the cart down the narrow hallway. It was silent, naturally, only 4 rooms were booked on this floor. Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the corridors and he constantly had to clear his throat, getting ready to respond to the usual ever so angry complaints that these snobby guest would make up during his service.

Jungkook was headed to the deluxe suite down the hallway, room 407. Once reaching the correct door, to his surprise it seemed to be unlocked. Jungkook carefully pushed the cart aside and took a quick glance down both ends of the hallway. He was aware that staff was strictly forbidden to invade guest's rooms, but Jungkook was tired of waiting.

He slowly opened the door and was greeted by soft classical piano music swiftly playing in the corner of the room. His eyes scanned the room.

The man was facing right towards Jungkook, he was sitting in a chair, naked, his hand was wrapped around his member, he was stroking it slowly while small whines were escaping his pink lips. His eyes were closed and his hair had fallen over his forehead, sticking to his skin. The man would occasionally loll his head back while his chest slowly raised and sunk as he mumbled incoherent words.

((not even gonna write 18+ cuz lets face it,  you're all horny twelve year olds))

Jungkook's stare remained glued to the brunette's soft eyes. He hesitated while taking a step back, his member hardening against the fabric of his pants as his lips slowly parted, wanting to say something but was incapable of forming any words.

"Huh?"

The brunette's eyes were staring up at Jungkook's.

"Are you shy..?" The man cooed softly.

Jungkook felt his entire throat and mouth dry up. He quickly gazed around the fancy suite, trying to look anywhere but the brunette's stare but he found himself incapable of doing so.

"S-sir..." He started.

"I-I think you're drunk, Sir." He finally insisted as he hesitantly stared down at the kneeling man, who's eyes were glued to his crotch.

The man's eyes started slowly squinting as he smiled sweetly.

"Mmm... Junkook, right?" He whispered while his fingers grasped the bulge in Jungkook pants, massaging slowly as he bit his lower lip.

"You're so hard..." He leaned forward and started to slowly drag his tongue over the fabric of Jungkook's crotch. Jungkook's mouth dried out as he stared down in shock. What the fuck was this guy doing?!

And then they frickle frackled.

~FIN~