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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.

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jungkook dashes through double doors into the kitchen.

“sorry, chef! am i late?” he pants, pulling an apron on. seokjin is in charge of the kitchen and dining services. he comes over in a hurry but has a friendly smile on his face for jungkook.

“you’re right on time,” seokjin says cheerily, handing jungkook a metal tray. “i need you on water duty.”

“got it, thank you!” jungkook heads into the dining area with a tray of wine glasses, all filled to the brim with ice water. he walks to the closest booth, which is occupied by four passengers, and sets it down.

“good morning,” jungkook greets, and places a glass in front of each passenger while the man closest to him reaches behind jungkook and smacks his ass. “did—ah!—did you gentlemen get a chance to order?”

“we sure did, sweetheart,” one of them says, a predatory smile on his face.

“excellent!” jungkook says, giving them a bright smile that doesn’t falter even as one of them tugs harshly at his tie to drag him closer.

“let’s loosen this, shall we?” the man says, and his friends nod and jeer as he pulls at the knot of jungkook’s tie and yanks his blouse open so that two of jungkook’s buttons fly off.

“thank you,” jungkook says politely, adjusting his shirt a bit to seem more presentable, although all it does is make the lacy edge of his bralette show. he picks up the tray and moves on to the next table.

jungkook says nothing as he sets out water for the eight passengers seated at the circular table, just focused on working as a few hands sneak out to fondle his ass and thighs. he offers warm smiles to the men who look him in the eye, although most of those who touch his body don’t look at his face.

“i’ll be right back,” he promises when he reaches the last passenger and sees that he’s one glass short.

“oh, don’t go yet, honey,” the man says, grabbing jungkook’s wrist tightly, and a muted feeling of fear bubbles inside him on instinct. he freezes, a courteous smile on his face, and lets the man snatch the empty tray from him.

“would you go ahead and lean on the table for us?” suggests one of the man’s companions, and the others chime in to agree. jungkook nods and bends over onto the table on his elbows.

the man with the tray stands up, and the moment before he strikes fills jungkook with hot dread. the others are all chattering and watching as the man draws back and spanks jungkook’s ass with the metal tray.

“oh!” jungkook yelps, and bites his lip. the men laugh and cheer, some of them watching his face and the others watching the way his cheeks jiggle with the force of impact.

“i’ll give you two more!” says the man magnanimously.

“but you gotta beg for it!” says one of his friends, and jungkook’s heart hammers fast. humiliation burns hot under his skin.

“please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking, and the men laugh. he swallows and tries again. “please, spank me again. two more hits, i can take it, please, sir!”

“one!” the men yell as the metal hits jungkook’s ass again, and this time it stings worse. the tray is big enough to hit both cheeks, the impact softened by the thin material of his skirt. but it still hurts, and shame floods his gut as he feels the meat of his ass ripple.

“two!” the men yell, and jungkook yelps at the final hit. he screws his eyes shut to fight the tears that threaten to come, pain coursing through his lower body.

“get up,” the man says, tossing the tray to the ground. “pick that up and go get me my water.”

“yes sir,” jungkook says obediently. the men laugh as he bends over to pick the tray up, his plump ass hoisted in the air momentarily before he scampers off to the kitchen to get more glasses.

he’s greeted by jimin, another staff member, on his way out of the kitchen with a tray full of food.

“hey kookie!” jimin says before dashing away, and jungkook flushes red. jimin always looks good. his sleeves are rolled up, the apron hugs his slim waist nicely, and the slit in his skirt shows off his thick thighs. he looks much neater this morning than he did underneath jungkook last night.

jungkook pours some more water and heads back out with a tray of glasses. the feeling of humiliation comes back as he has to bring the last glass to the table he was just at, and men whistle at him when he leans forward to set the last glass of water down with his cleavage in front of their faces like low-hanging fruit.

he sets a couple more tables, placing glasses of water and enduring wandering hands all over his ass and his breasts, until he turns around with two glasses left on his tray and runs right into jimin.

“oh!” jimin exclaims, his own empty tray smacking into jungkook hard enough that jungkook loses his balance and spills two full glasses of water all over his front.

the men seated nearby watch on, laughing as jungkook pulls away with reddening cheeks and his apron completely soaked. his white top is ruined too, translucent and sticking to him.

“oh, i’m so sorry, love,” jimin gasps, reaching around jungkook with both hands to untie his wet apron and pull it off him. without it, jungkook is no better off, nipples pebbling in the cold and protruding from his bralette and through his white shirt.

“it’s okay,” jungkook says, a bit mortified to embarrass himself in front of jimin, but the passengers seem to enjoy the sight of him.

“use your towel, dumb bitch,” one of the men says rather meanly, but jimin only nods obediently, guilt still wracking his pretty features.

“of course,” he says, and uses the towel slung over his shoulder to dab at jungkook’s chest.

“uhm,” jungkook says, shivering from the cold and from jimin’s touch against his sensitive nipples.

“you alright, jungkookie?” jimin asks, kind eyes looking up into jungkook’s.

“mhmm,” jungkook manages, his lips pressed tightly together. the towel is rough against his skin, and in an effort to be apologetic jimin is touching him sweetly and kindly and he’s practically fondling jungkook’s tits over his clothes.

“take the whore’s shirt off!” one of the men yell, and the others cheer. jungkook is relieved—staff members aren’t really supposed to play with each other unless the passengers want it, so they couldn’t have touched each other without someone telling them to.

jimin’s eyes are heated as he hurries to unbutton jungkook’s blouse. the men are all shouting over each other now, which means the two waiters are to put on a show.

“kiss!” some of them are yelling, among other less savory demands, so jimin smirks and leans forward for a kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. a pleasant buzz fills jungkook’s mind as jimin’s thick lips part jungkook’s mouth, his tongue hot and wet against jungkook’s. someone yells at them to get jungkook completely naked, so jimin snakes his arms around jungkook to unzip his skirt from the back. the passengers cheer as jimin pushes the skirt over the swell of jungkook’s ass and down to the floor so that jungkook is nude save his black panties and a pair of high heels.

jimin cups jungkook’s breast, fingers kneading at his flesh and teasing over the lacy material, not quite over his nipples. jungkook whines, high and unabashed, as jimin continues to kiss him, sucking his tongue into his mouth.

jimin pulls away and goes straight for jungkook’s chest, lips latching onto a nipple with no preamble. he wets the front of jungkook’s bralette all the way through, and jungkook tilts his head back, muted pleasure spreading from his nipples throughout his body from the stimulation.

jimin pulls the bralette off of jungkook, cupping his chest roughly as jungkook continues to whine and moan at the focused assault on his tits.

something shifts in the crowd, and all at once jungkook sees someone grab jimin’s rounded hips, rutting into his clothed ass, as someone else grabs onto jungkook’s neck. he arches his back pliantly so jimin can continue suckling at his bare nipples, allowing the impatient passenger behind him to stick their fingers in his mouth and then his panties.

jungkook throws his head back onto the man’s shoulder, moaning in ecstasy as jimin laps at his nipples and whines against his chest. he cradles jimin’s head close, doing nothing to stop the man behind him from slipping two fingers right into his soaked cunt.

somebody else spreads his thighs, and somebody else snaps at the tight material of his panties, and the gathered onlookers start to yell more.

“eat each other out!” “sit on his face!”

the men touching them back off, the one whose fingers are inside of jungkook pulling out unceremoniously and wiping his slick across jungkook’s flat stomach. the two are dragged closer to one of the dining tables, which jimin gracefully hops onto. he scoots down and beckons jungkook in with a curl of his finger.

jungkook lips his lips in anticipation. he fucking loves playing with jimin.

he bends over the table, this time leaning on his elbows right between jimin’s parted thighs, looking up his skirt right into his soaking wet core.

jungkook pushes the hem of jimin’s skirt enough to go straight in, nosing at his clothed crotch before licking a wet stripe against the already dripping fabric. jimin’s scent is deliciously sharp, and jungkook begins to flick at jimin’s clit over his panties.

“fuck,” jimin sighs blissfully, lying back against the table. from his position he can see how some of the tables behind him are occupied by men who are eating, talking amongst themselves as they watch the show from a distance or ignoring him completely as they have their breakfast and jimin gets eaten out on top of a table for the viewing pleasure of the passengers watching them. a couple more staff members walk around, waiting tables and enduring humiliating comments and wandering hands on their bodies.

then jungkook pulls jimin’s panties aside to slide his tongue into jimin’s wet pussy, and his eyes shut in pleasure. jungkook wastes no time fucking his tongue in and out of jimin, delighting in the pleased sounds that jimin makes and the tangy taste of his juices on jungkook’s lips. he flattens his tongue against jimin’s fat cunt lips and sucks his clit into his mouth, hips pressed flush against the table below him as jimin rocks his hips up towards jungkook’s face.

someone behind him spanks jungkook’s ass suddenly, and he cries out into jimin’s cunt, his pink skin still sensitive from being spanked earlier. he whines as they continue to fondle him, ripping his panties off his body. a second slap hits his pussy, and jungkook breaks contact with jimin’s pussy against his mouth to cry out.

“oh god,” he sobs, his clit throbbing painfully between his legs, listening to crude comments from the crowd as the remaining cum from earlier this morning drips slowly out of him. shameful delight curls in his belly as the onlooking passengers call him dirty names. jungkook presses forward to pleasure jimin again.

jimin tugs jungkook close by his pigtails, suffocating him in his cunt, and jungkook devours his cunt ravenously as the men behind him continue to slap his pussy.

he squeezes his eyes shut, tears slipping down his cheeks, as spanks rain down on his sensitive clit and pussy lips, and grounds himself on jimin’s convulsing cunt, hot and tight on his tongue.

“jungkook-ah, baby, i’m gonna—oh god,” jimin moans, and approaches his peak with a sharp tug at jungkook’s hair. the humiliation and pain and arousal build up, and with one final spank on his cunt, jungkook squirts.

the men behind him cheer, and jungkook wails helplessly into jimin’s pussy as a jet of fluid squirts down, wetting his inner thighs and the floor beneath him. fluid drips down his legs while jimin finishes with a pretty moan, his own hands roaming over his chest as pleasure crests over him and his pussy twitches around jungkook’s tongue.

jungkook sees jimin to the end of his orgasm and then collapses to the ground, sliding off the table to crumple to his knees. his mind is hazy as he recovers, and he lets himself be pulled to the center of the crowd. jungkook finds himself in the center of a circle jerk, dazed and pretty as he grasps onto the cocks closest to his face and gives them a few strokes to help them get off.

jimin kneels beside him too, tugging at the cocks being thrust and jerk off into his face, and it’s not long before white cum streaks across his cheeks, landing on his skin and in his hair. he moans prettily, and jungkook somehow feels even more aroused.

he continues jerking off the cocks around him as he turns to lick the side of jimin’s face, swallowing the cum that he tracks onto his tongue. jimin kisses the taste away, and jungkook feels cum shoot onto his back, his chest, and his thighs as he indulges in a sloppy kiss.

jimin draws back so that someone can shove their cock into his throat. he gargles on it, submitting completely as his eyelids flutter shut. the man cums down his throat, and jimin pulls away coughing.

jungkook turns back with renewed determination to let a passenger fuck his mouth, fighting the instinct to get away for a breath as his throat is used. another passenger cums on his face as jungkook has his mouth filled.

he and jimin kneel with their mouths open as targets for a bit longer until everyone gets their turn to finish on or in one of them, and soon they return to their own tables and leave the two on the ground, panting and covered in cum.

jimin wordlessly helps jungkook up to shaky legs. he pulls jungkook by the hand back to the kitchen, all the passengers having had their fill or uninterested in sloppy seconds.

when they push through the double doors back into the staff-only kitchen, jungkook sighs in relief. he needs a few minutes to get himself cleaned up before he can get back to work.

“alright, you two?” asks seokjin, and jungkook gives him a smile even though he’s standing in the kitchen completely naked.

“yes sir,” jungkook says automatically.

“i told you to call me hyung,” seokjin chastises, and tosses them both a towel. “and you should be more careful, or your knees will bruise. go get cleaned up, okay? you’re needed on the pool deck.”

“thanks, hyung,” jimin chirps, and the two head out to go back to the staff rooms so they can wipe themselves down and get a change of clothes.

they wave goodbye once they get to jungkook’s door, and jimin is about to walk away when he stops, pulls jungkook close, and kisses him softly.

“see you,” he says shyly, and disappears around the corner.

jungkook slips into his room with a smile on his face.

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jungkook gets cleaned up as quickly as he can. he slips into a white pair of panties and a swimsuit cover-up that’s a loose and flowy dress, sheer enough to show off his figure underneath. he opts to go braless so the low cut of the cover-up shows off the dip between his breasts.

he gives himself a half-up hairstyle and peeks in the mirror. he looks good enough, he figures, and he dashes out of his room to get back to work.

the pool is usually sufficiently busy by mid-morning, so when jungkook gets up to the deck there are enough passengers milling about and enjoying themselves that he can get right to work.

“hey, hyung,” he says, and the bartender looks away from his customers.

“hi, jungkookie!” taehyung exclaims, not stopping as he pours a beer for the passenger reaching across the bar to fondle his chest. “how are you?”

“busy,” says jungkook, leaning over the bar to talk to his friend. someone slaps his ass as they walk by. “how about you?”

“not too bad,” taehyung says cheerily. “i’ve been bartending, so i’ve had an easy morning. i was on housekeeping duty late last night.”

“oh, take it easy today!” jungkook says sympathetically. housekeeping is one of the most physically strenuous duties of the cruise staff. taehyung deserves the morning off.

technically no staff member is “off-limits,” but on deck, passengers pay much less attention to bartenders and other servers because there are staff members who are there specifically to be used, like jungkook.

there are a few dozen lounge chairs set up at the poolside. most of them are occupied, and most of the passengers are enjoying the attention of a staff member, dressed similarly to jungkook in skimpy coverups or swimsuits, letting themselves be used or passed around.

most of them are riding the passengers, bouncing in their laps with their heads thrown back in the sunlight. some are laid down against the lounge chairs, being fucked into the cushions as they cry out in pleasure. several of them are crowded by a group of passengers, taking several cocks at once as they kneel on or sprawl across the chairs.

there are also some people crowded in the pool and the hot tub, both of which jungkook try to avoid because they only get cleaned two or three times a day. whenever he gets dragged in, he ends up climbing out completely filled and covered with cum. some of the staff members in the water are being fucked on pool floats or tubes, while some others are being pressed against the walls while water splashes around them.

there’s a line of showers by the wall meant to let people to clean themselves off, but several staff members are kneeling in the stream of water, giving blowjobs as the passengers enjoy warm showers.

jungkook says goodbye to taehyung, who blows him a kiss before getting back to pouring drinks and flirting with customers. he looks out at the pool deck; on crowded days like today, it’s hard to know where he’s needed.

“you’re a pretty little thing,” someone says in his ear.

“thank you, sir,” jungkook says, looking up to see a man grinning widely at him. he smiles back, and waits for the man to set the tone of their conversation.

“sir,” laughs the man. “i like that. come with me.”

straight to the point, then. jungkook lets the man pull him along to his seat, where a couple nearby passengers greet them with cheers.

“caught a live one!” the man announces, and his friends laugh as the man shows jungkook off. jungkook does an obligatory spin for them, giggles when one of them swats at his ass.

“we’re gonna have fun,” the man says, his voice low in jungkook’s ear and sending shivers down his spine. he runs a finger down jungkook’s neckline, tracing against his bare skin where his outfit teases a glimpse of his pretty tits.

someone else gets behind jungkook then, arms wrapped around his waist, grinding against his ass with an already-growing erection. jungkook hums appreciatively, and lets the men tug at his flowy top enough to expose his nipples.

a third man stoops down to suck one of jungkook’s nipples into his mouth, rough and teasing with his teeth grazing against jungkook’s skin, and he squirms a little in their hold. the first man tugs on his other breast, squeezing the soft flesh until jungkook gasps.

someone’s lips are against the bare skin of his shoulder, leaving a cold trail as they suck and bite their way up his neck to his ear, and he shivers at the thought of being marked up so blatantly.

someone else’s fingers slip into his mouth and he parts his lips pliantly, swirling his tongue around the digits until they’re thoroughly coated with his saliva. the fingers press down on his tongue, thrusting back into his throat, and jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as he allows them deep into his throat and fights the urge to gag. he submits to the penetration, only crying out when someone bites lightly at his nipple, and kneads at the soft underside of his tits.

“get him naked!” someone says, and a few other people join in with their own requests but their conversation is low and jungkook feels spectated, not spoken to. he lets the men touching and groping his body peel the coverup off him until he’s left in just a pair of white panties.

he’s hoisted up rather suddenly and finds himself in the hold of the passenger who found him, the man’s hands supporting his weight underneath his thighs with their hips pressed together, while someone else helps to keep him up from behind by gripping his ass.

“fucking slut,” the man says. “hold his mouth open.”

one of his friends complies, and the man spits into jungkook’s mouth. jungkook gasps, the breath stuttering in his chest at the humiliation, and swallows obediently when his jaw is allowed to shut.

meanwhile, someone behind him has torn a hole in his panties and is prodding at his ass with fingers slicked with jungkook’s own saliva.

jungkook purses his lips together to try to suppress a whimper as he is unceremoniously penetrated. he does his best to relax into the touch and allow a second finger to quickly slide into his hole, even as someone watching comes close to slap jungkook’s thigh, and then his ass. he keeps quiet, whimpering into the man’s ear, and lets himself be fingered open.

he’s well-trained and still stretched, and that’s the only reason he doesn’t tear or scream when the fingers pull out of his ass and someone impatiently parts his asscheeks to thrust into his hole.

“oh god,” he cries, the dry burn of the man behind him hastily thrusting halfway into his ass leaving him breathless. the man carrying him takes the opportunity of jungkook’s sobs to kiss him, sloppy and wet, sucking his tongue possessively into his own mouth. jungkook falls into the rhythm quickly, barely registering his tits being groped as he lets himself be kissed and rolls his hips against the man holding him up.

the man behind him pulls out a bit, and when he suddenly sinks balls-deep into jungkook, someone else pinches his nipples harshly, and jungkook doesn’t have time to stave off his abrupt orgasm.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cries, not coherent enough to try to think of something more original to say as he cums. he vaguely registers several staff members attending to passengers nearby, all chanting similar exclamations and moaning like him.

the men around him are pleased, though, to see the way that jungkook curls in on himself as he shudders through his sudden orgasm. the man behind him is rocking steadily into his ass, enjoying the feeling of jungkook’s hole tightening sporadically around his thick length. jungkook takes it all in stride, rubbing his still clothed crotch against the hardened cock of the man holding him up.

he’s still trying to catch his breath when the man sets him down on an unoccupied lounge chair.

“on your stomach,” the man snaps, and jungkook scrambles to catch up. he presses his belly against the inclined back of the chair with his knees on the cushion. someone quickly settles behind him to grind on his ass, sliding their cock into jungkook’s crack. meanwhile, jungkook grips onto the back of the chair, watching as the man comes around to stand where jungkook’s eye level is now at his crotch. he looks up to see the man smirking.

“give it to me,” jungkook says, and the man grips his jaw tightly enough to hurt.

“oh, i will,” he says, his voice low and threatening, uninterested in jungkook’s pleasure, impatient as jungkook takes a moment to get adjusted to the cock that is now pressing into his rim.

his jaw is pried open and the man thrusts his cock between jungkook’s lips so quickly that jungkook gags, coughing and struggling to take the cock down his throat.

someone rips the tattered remains of jungkook’s panties off him, and jungkook doesn't need to see them to know how wet they must be. instead, he focuses on the cock in his mouth and the one now fucking into his ass, the two bouncing him back and forth with the force of their thrusts. there’s a hand gripping his ass, and one on each of his breasts, and another on his throat feeling it bulge around the shaft of the man fucking his throat.

the cock in his ass is thick, stretching his rim out enough to make jungkook sob as the man begins to pick up pace, and it’s with an anticlimactic grunt that the man cums deep inside jungkook’s guts.

he shoots hot cum into jungkook’s ass until he’s finished, and his friends pull him away to get their turn.

“fuckin’ slut,” says someone new, not wasting a moment before he slides into jungkook’s cum-filled hole. the man fucks most of the cum right back into jungkook’s swollen pussy, but he feels some cum bubble out too. it froths down the man’s shaft as he pulls out and thrusts back into jungkook’s sloppy hole, and jungkook whines in shame until the man whose cock is in jungkook’s mouth slaps him and he gets back to work giving him a blowjob.

someone swats cruelly at his tits, which hang low as he kneels on the chair. someone else latches onto one of his nipples, moaning into jungkook’s skin as they run their tongue over the hardened nub.

jungkook’s moans get louder and more frequent. it’s not long before the vibrations, combined with jungkook’s head bobbing on his cock, make the man in front of him cum.

he must like it sloppy, because he pulls right out and paints white stripes all over jungkook’s face. jungkook lets the cum in his mouth slide down his tongue, trailing out the corners of his mouth until they dribble down onto his skin, joining the mess that covers his face.

“thank you,” he rasps, voice hoarse from the abuse to his throat, and the man spits on jungkook again, this time on his cheek. someone else takes the man’s place eagerly, and his mouth is stuffed once more.

he continues to bounce his ass against the passenger fucking him from behind, and his hips stutter in surprise for a brief moment when someone pries their fingers into his dripping untouched pussy at a strange angle. it takes a moment for him to realize that they’re stuffing his cunt with his own panties.

he whines, eyes slipping shut as his body submits to the intrusion, permitting all three of his holes to be used. someone mercifully begins to rub at his clit, and it’s not long before jungkook cums again, squirting onto the seat and tightening his ass enough for the man behind him to fill his hole with more cum.

as the men using him switches places again, someone swats at jungkook’s ass until he moves enough for the passenger to slide underneath jungkook and seat himself on the chair. the man yanks the panties out of jungkook’s soaked pussy, and jungkook moves pliantly where the man guides his hips to go, until the man is sinking his thick cock into his cunt.

jungkook chokes, struggling for breath as his mouth is filled with cum once more. the man pulls back again, and once jungkook swallows his semen down he lets out a pathetic whine.

“thank you,” he pants mindlessly as his pussy is filled. “thank you for using my cunt. feels so good, you’re—god, you’re so deep.”

“is daddy fucking you so good?” the man beneath him asks. his friends laugh and jeer at jungkook.

“yes, daddy, fuck,” jungkook agrees deliriously. “daddy fucks me so good, thank you, thank you.”

he tightens around the man’s shaft, and feels himself peak again, silent this time as he spasms on the man’s cock and rides out his orgasm.

“good little whore,” someone else says, and lines their cock against jungkook’s ass. jungkook can’t speak, can only grind back uselessly. he shivers and convulses as the man presses his cock into jungkook’s ass, slowly sinking in until both his holes are stuffed to the brim.

“so deep, daddy, more, please,” jungkook wails, and then men inside him comply. someone new slaps his cheek lightly, and he opens up to allow their cock inside. they grip the sides of jungkook’s face and begin to fuck his mouth.

with one cock in each of his three holes jungkook’s eyes flutter open and shut, delirious pleasure clouding his thoughts, so he only vaguely registers the flash of blue to his side and the men yelling and cheering around him. only when someone spanks his ass hard enough for jungkook to cry out do his eyes fly open, and he realizes that in the lounge chair beside him taehyung has been stripped naked and is in the exact same position that he is, golden thighs parted as two men use his ass at the same time and a third fucks his mouth.

jungkook moans at the sight of him. taehyung is gorgeous, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head as he takes two cocks inside his stretched rim. his own cock hangs between his legs, flushed and dripping and pitifully neglected. but it’s not long before the continuous stimulation against his prostate rips an orgasm from him, and taehyung wails as he cums untouched all over the passenger beneath him. someone sinks their hand into taehyung’s fluffy blue hair, yanking his head back as he cries out in ecstasy. the men cheer as they watch, and continue to use his body.

black spots fill jungkook’s vision, and only then does he remember to pull off the cock that’s currently stuffed down his throat.

“good boy, good boy,” the man in front of him soothes and jungkook coughs and struggles for breath. jungkook surges forward again the moment he recovers to take the man’s cock again. he touches his own bulging throat as the man grunts and cums so far down jungkook’s throat he doesn’t taste it at all, just swallows it down obediently as his holes are continuously pounded.

the crowd is dwindling now that so many people have used jungkook to completion, and now that taehyung’s bartending shift is up and he’s here to lighten the load. some of the passengers are watching passively or jerking themselves off, but there’s only one left waiting for a turn.

“come here, you filthy little slut,” the man growls, and jungkook leans forward and opens his sore jaw to begin to suck the passenger off. “i’ve been watching you, you know. watching my friends use you like a fleshlight, like a fucking object. and you know what?”

a strangled, garbled noise comes out of jungkook’s throat as he laves his tongue around the man’s throbbing shaft.

“i think you’re a stupid, mindless whore, with an ass made to be fucked and a pussy made to be abused,” the man says, and jungkook’s eyes slip shut once more, the man’s words sending shivers down his spine as he grabs hold of jungkook’s head to keep him in place and begins to thrust into jungkook’s mouth. he tightens involuntarily, and the passenger beneath him, as well as the one behind him, groan as they use his holes.

“you’re a disgusting little cockslut,” the man spits, and jungkook finds himself nodding. “cum for us, bitch.”

jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, feeling tears slip down his cheeks as he takes three cocks at once and lets himself cum again, his thighs shaking violently as his holes flutter and the men inside him cum, one after the other.

the man behind him pulls out slowly with one firm hand on jungkook’s ass. the man underneath him is less gentle, pushing him off until jungkook slips off the chair and falls to the ground, chest heaving as he catches his breath. cum leaks out of his holes, and he twitches in the aftershock of his orgasm and listens as the men around him laugh.

it’s not long before the men are done using taehyung, too, and jungkook is pushed onto his back to see taehyung yanked by his arm towards jungkook’s crumped form on the ground.

“hey,” taehyung says, a familiar friendly grin on his face, and jungkook can’t help but smile back when he bends over to press their lips together.

“not like that,” someone behind them snaps, and taehyung is pulled and rearranged until he’s perched on top of jungkook, facing away with his thighs straddling jungkook’s chest. taehyung scoots a bit, and wastes no time before he’s leaning down to eat jungkook’s pussy out.

jungkook swallows a moan as taehyung sucks cum out of jungkook’s messy holes, sliding one long finger into jungkook’s ass as he sinks his tongue into his pussy and along his folds. jungkook licks at taehyung’s length, his pretty cock half-hard so soon after cumming earlier.

the men watching them yell crude comments and commands, so jungkook cranes his neck to lick taehyung’s hole. he teases and prods with his tongue until the stretched rim gives and jungkook’s tongue sinks right into taehyung’s loosened hole. he sucks and slurps graphically, the cheers of the men around them turning to white noise as jungkook focuses on eating their cum right out of taehyung’s ass. he spears his tongue into taehyung, enjoying the feeling of taehyung squirming on top of him as he rubs over his most sensitive areas. when jungkook pulls back to admire his handiwork, taehyung’s hole gapes open, and more cum leaks out of his hole and slowly drips down his balls.

jungkook licks taehyung’s rim clean and begins to tease at taehyung’s balls, moaning against the sac as taehyung eats cum out of jungkook’s holes and moves onto his clit, exposing it and teasing the sensitive pink bud with his tongue. he chuckles when jungkook’s hips jump.

jungkook hugs taehyung’s hips close as he sucks each ball slowly into his mouth. then he takes taehyung’s cock into his mouth, massaging his thighs gently as he swirls his tongue around the tip and bobs his head closer to take more. taehyung is flushed and sensitive and it doesn’t take long for the boy to cum again, moaning softly as he shoots a few pitiful ropes of cum onto jungkook’s tongue, and thrusts his own tongue messily into jungkook’s messy cunt. with one finger plugging jungkook’s ass and another swiping gentle circles on his clit, taehyung makes jungkook cum with a tired sob.

the last of the spectators jerk themselves off and cum onto the pale expanse of taehyung’s back and his slim waist as jungkook supports the other boy’s weight, and hugs his hips closely. he nuzzles against taehyung’s crotch, exhausted and sated.

jungkook must have dozed off for half a moment, because when he opens his eyes taehyung is knelt over him, brushing his hair off his forehead and cum off his cheeks.

“go on your break,” he says. “i’ll see you later.”

“you sure you don’t wanna come with me?” jungkook asks as he gets up, but he knows taehyung’s answer.

“i just got started,” taehyung says with a wink. “go.”

“okay,” jungkook says, and then notices a bit of someone else’s cum just below taehyung’s lower lip. “you have…”

jungkook points at his own lip, and taehyung tilts his head at him with a playful smile, feigning confusion. jungkook rolls his eyes and leans forward, kissing him, and licking the cum off taehyung’s lip.

“thanks, love,” taehyung says when they pull apart. he nudges the small of jungkook’s back as he urges him to go take his break and get cleaned up.

jungkook obliges, and begins to make his way below deck.

Chapter Text

jungkook is only intercepted twice on his way back to his room, and both times he’s quickly thrown against a wall, fucked, and filled with cum. when he gets back to his room he cleans himself and eats and rests a bit before heading out to get back to work.

next he’s assigned to bathroom duty. there are bathrooms on the cruise that are designated for the services that the staff provides, so jungkook pulls on a nice clean uniform, smooths his skirt down, and makes his way over.

there’s a long row of stalls in the bathroom that jungkook is assigned to. the stall doors are black and sleek, and the rest of the facility is decorated with minimalist light fixtures and tall ornate mirrors—it’s fancy, to say the least. when he slips in the doorway, a couple passengers look his way, and the men in the room fall silent as they watch him shyly walk down to one of the last stalls in the row.

he locks the door behind him and gets on his knees, eye-level with the hole that’s cut out of the wall connecting this stall to the adjacent one.

he’s just supposed to sit still and wait silently; it never takes long.

someone walks into the stall next to him and laughs at the sight of jungkook’s pretty lips parted in front of the hole.

“what a perfect slut,” the man praises, and it practically makes jungkook purr.

“thank you, sir,” he says. he bounces in place where he’s kneeling on the floor, unable to contain his excitement.

“open,” the man commands, and when jungkook opens his jaw farther he feels two fingers push inside and rub against his tongue. he sticks his tongue out, panting like a dog. “fucking whore.”

jungkook moans and nods with the man’s fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits.

the man pulls his fingers out, and jungkook hears a zipper and some rustling and then the man’s cock goes through the hole, and his mouth waters.

he kneels close, getting up from where he was sitting on his heels to lick the underside of the man’s cock generously. he gives the swollen head of his cock a few kitten licks before wrapping his lips around the man’s thickness and taking half his length into his mouth.

he hollows his cheeks as he sucks the man’s cock, laving his tongue around the head before sliding the cock deeper into his mouth. he opens his throat to accommodate the stretch of the man’s cock.

“god, you take it so deep,” the man praises as jungkook chokes on his cock, refusing to move even as he struggles for breath.

when he finally pulls back for air, the man laughs, his cock twitching as jungkook inhales, his strained breaths sounding like sobs.

“please, i need your cock, sir,” jungkook rasps, and the man swears.

“you’re a needy one, huh?” he taunts, but he’s gripping the base of his cock and he’s already flushed red.

when jungkook takes him back in his mouth the man’s cock is throbbing, twitching between his lips, and he only gives it a few long sucks until the man is spilling into jungkook’s mouth.

he groans, jerking himself off into jungkook’s mouth as he finishes. when he’s filled jungkook’s mouth he pulls out of the hole in the wall.

“show me,” the man says quickly, and jungkook parts his lips so the man can see the cum in his mouth. some of the white fluid coats his lower lip, dripping out the corners of his mouth because there’s too much for him to keep inside.

“swallow,” the man says as he guides jungkook’s jaw closed.

jungkook swallows the thick fluid down, gasping when his mouth is empty. he opens his mouth to prove it.

“good boy,” the man says, and jungkook moans at the praise.

“thank you, sir,” he says, and the man zips himself up and walks out.

as jungkook waits for the next passenger, he touches himself underneath his skirt briefly—a wet spot is forming in his panties.

barely a minute passes before someone else comes in.

“hey sweetheart,” the man says. “you wanna help daddy cum?”

“yes, daddy,” jungkook answers automatically.

“good girl,” he says, and jungkook shivers. “does my baby slut wanna give daddy her pretty little pussy?”

“y—yes, daddy,” jungkook stammers, and the man laughs at his shyness.

“present yourself,” the man demands, and jungkook scrambles to comply. he gets on his hands and knees, facing away from the wall, and lines his clothed pussy up to the hole.

the man moves jungkook’s soaked panties to the side before sliding the head of his cock against his wet cunt. jungkook clenches his pussy at the touch, holding his breath in anticipation.

“what a fucking whore,” the man says. “you want it so fucking bad. beg for it, babygirl.”

“daddy, please,” jungkook gasps immediately. “need your cock, please.”

“where do you want my cock, sweetheart? not here, right?” the man mocks, guiding his cock to press against jungkook’s ass instead.

“anywhere,” jungkook says quickly. “please, daddy, baby needs it so bad, baby wants your cock inside, in either one of her holes, please.”

the man groans.

“you’re even filthier than i thought. but i’ll fuck your pussy. you’re so fucking wet already. disgusting little slut.

he thrusts all the way inside in one go, and jungkook cries out, whiny and pathetic.

“thank you, daddy,” he moans.

“shut the fuck up, slut,” the man grunts, and begins to pound into jungkook’s dripping pussy.

somewhere in the back of his mind, jungkook is coherent enough to register that there’s somebody else in the large bathroom moaning. there’s a few other voices, actually, some of them talking and grunting, and some of them like him, moaning, broken voices debauched as they beg and whine.

he whines as the man thrusts into his pussy, supporting himself on shaky arms and letting the man fuck choked little gasps out of him. being used in the bathrooms has always been this way—anonymous, quick and dirty, a bit too distant and impersonal for jungkook’s liking, but he’s happy to receive loads of strange men’s cum and to know that he’s made countless men happy by letting them use and abuse his body.

“tighten up, you filthy little girl,” the man snarls, and jungkook cries out in humiliation. he clenches his cunt around the man’s cock, thick and fiercely fucking in and out his body, and shivers at the feeling of the cock throbbing and pulsing inside him.

“daddy, please,” he wails. he needs to speak up a bit to be heard over the sounds of the other staff members in the bathroom, crying out and moaning and begging to be fucked, so he speaks a bit more loudly. “please cum in me, cum inside my tight little pussy, i want it so bad!”

“fuck,” the man grunts, and stops with his cock thrust through the hole in the wall and buried to the hilt inside jungkook. he’s as deep as he can go, with the fat of jungkook’s ass pressed flush against the wall, and the walls of his cunt quivering around the length of his cock as he pumps jungkook full of cum.

“thank you,” jungkook gasps, as the man pulls out roughly and leaves the stall without a second thought.

needing a brief moment to recover, jungkook rests his head on his forearms, his skirt rucked up and his ass still propped up by the wall and his torso pressed to the ground as he catches his breath. he feels cum beginning to drip out of his pussy, and is starting to feel well-worn. a faint, pleasant feeling of pride spreads throughout his chest.

instincts of fear make jungkook jump when he hears someone bang against the door to his stall. he’d locked it to make sure he’d do a good job, but now that the stall next door is empty and someone is right outside fighting to get in, jungkook has a feeling someone wants more from him.

there’s another slam against the door that shakes the entire stall, and jungkook startles so badly his body convulses when the man outside finally breaks through, snapping the lock off the wall. he’s tall, face enshrouded mostly by shadows cast by the ceiling lights, and jungkook shrinks on the ground, awaiting further instruction. whatever this man wants, he is ready to give.

“put up a fight,” the man says forthright, and jungkook steels himself to act out the scene that the man is asking of him. he cowers against the tiled floor, looking up at the man with fearful eyes.

“please, don’t,” he gasps out, and the man grins widely as he steps into the stall and reaches right for jungkook’s throat, pinning him up against the wall and tearing his skirt off.

“you deserve this,” the man growls in jungkook’s ear, before leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses against jungkook’s neck as his free hand paws roughly at jungkook’s pussy. “dirty fucking slut.”

“leave me alone! please!” jungkook yelps, squirming away even as the man sucks harshly at the skin at his throat, nipping and biting until he’s sure his skin is pink and purple. he bats away at the man’s chest, but the man tightens his grip on jungkook’s throat.

“fucking take it. be my good little rapedoll, won’t you?” the man says, biting jungkook’s earlobe before going down, tearing jungkook’s shirt and bra off, and biting harshly at his nipples.

“please, don’t, it hurts!” jungkook wails, kicking the man’s shins futilely, and sobbing out when the man plunges his fingers into jungkook’s soaked cunt.

“so fucking wet for me already,” the man says as he ravishes jungkook’s tits. “you want this, don’t you? tell me you wanna be raped.”

“no!” jungkook says, and then nearly screams with the man thrusts three fingers into his cunt at once, biting at the flesh on his chest in the process.

“do it, whore,” the man growls, and jungkook obliges him.

“p-please, sir,” he whines. “please rape me.”

“fucking beg!” the man snaps, and jungkook cries helplessly, feeling real tears build in the corner of his eyes.

“please rape me, sir! i need you to—to r-rape my dirty pussy! i need it, i wanna be your good little rapedoll, please!”

“more,” the man growls, but begins to shove jungkook down to the floor, maneuvering him to his hands and knees so the man can get behind him, line himself up, and plunge his cock into jungkook’s pussy.

“i w—fuck!” jungkook sobs as the man thrusts all the way inside him. “i wanna be raped! rape me, please!”

on his knees on the bathroom floor, jungkook is eye level with the hole in the wall, and his breath catches in his chest when he sees someone on the other side, stroking himself off to the sound of jungkook’s sobs.

the man fucking him must notice too, and shoves jungkook closer. he forces jungkook to shuffle forwards, like he’s being walked by the man whose cock is inside him. he wordlessly slams jungkook’s face against the wall, and jungkook adjusts to line his open mouth with the hole.

“i can’t,” he slurs uselessly as he shakes his head, knowing it’ll only spur the man on.

“fucking suck him off. how many cocks will you take before you realize you’re a fucking whore? good for nothing else except taking load after load of cum, even if we have to rape it into you.”

jungkook only manages a few sobs, a brief plea for mercy before the man in the neighboring stall puts his cock through the hole and jungkook is unceremoniously shoved forwards, forced to take the cock down his throat. he’s jostled around, and bounces between the one inside his pussy and the one in his mouth like the slut he is.

he chokes, but neither of the men using him let up. they keep using him as jungkook's throat constricts and flutters around the length in his mouth. his heart is pounding furiously now, an ever-present feeling of fear and arousal thrumming in his chest, his head, his cunt, as the men thrust him back and forth, using him for their own pleasure.

he gasps wetly when the man fucking his mouth lets up, but only gets a moment of respite before the man is thrusting into his mouth again. he tries to use his tongue to pleasure him, but the man skips past such pleasantries and thrusts right into his throat again, cutting off jungkook’s airflow with a choked moan.

when the man behind jungkook slaps his bruised, sensitive ass, he bucks forward, taking the other man’s cock deeper into his throat and moaning out in pain, the strangled sound stimulating his shaft, and with jungkook’s tongue practically laving over his balls the man cums down jungkook’s throat.

he takes each burst of hot fluid into his stomach, swallowing around the man’s length as the man behind him continues to fuck his cunt, gripping his ass like he’s holding onto the saddle as he breaks in a stallion. when the man fucking his mouth finally stops cumming, jungkook’s arms give out, and he hits the ground with cum on his tongue.

his body jostles on the floor as the man continues to use him, and jungkook is mustering the strength to put up a fight again when the man strokes down his back, suddenly much gentler than before.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” the man grunts, getting faster as his orgasm builds. “go to sleep. let me use your body.”

jungkook is glad for a break, in any case, and lets the tension wash from his body as he slumps completely against the floor, his ass still angled up but the rest of him laying flat on the ground. he stays still, pliantly taking cock until the man behind him cums with his cock thrust deep inside jungkook, its head pressing bruises deep against jungkook’s cervix.

“good little whore,” the man groans, filling jungkook with his cum. “took it so well. made to be raped, weren’t you?”

jungkook moans quietly, twitching on the floor. the man’s cock eventually stops throbbing inside jungkook’s sore pussy, but he doesn’t pull out quite yet after he’s finished cumming. he stays inside him until he’s softened, and leans down to whisper into jungkook’s ear.

“almost done, sweetheart. but this is a bathroom, after all.”

jungkook barely has time to tense up or prepare himself before the man is pissing inside him, releasing a hot stream inside jungkook’s cunt with a relieved sigh.

“no—” he whispers, but the man places a heavy hand between his shoulder blades, forcing him to the ground. he whimpers, his cunt convulsing with the pressure of being filled so much.

“fucking take it,” the man grunts. “this is what you were made for. you’re nothing but a cumdump and a urinal.”

“oh,” jungkook groans, pained as he slumps back against the ground, and lets the man finish pissing inside him, marking him up and leaving him filthy. when the man pulls out, jungkook holds it as much as he can, clenching down until the man leaves the stall, the door swinging wide open after him. once he’s alone, listening to the sounds of other young women and men being fucked ruthlessly through holes in the walls, he untenses, feeling a mess of piss and cum flow out of him, staining his thighs and trickling out onto the floor.

he has to get up soon. someone’s going to walk into the stall next door expecting a blowjob at the very least, and jungkook wants more than anything to provide that. but he’s physically tired, and really just needs a moment to catch his breath.

“hey,” someone says, walking into the stall and kneeling over jungkook. “you good?”

jungkook looks up and sees the gentle smile of seokjin.

“hey, hyung,” he says, and begins to pick himself up. “all good, just tired. fucked out. i just need, like, one minute.”

“sure thing,” seokjin says sympathetically, rubbing jungkook’s back. he pushes the dirty clothes strewn about away, wiping away some of the mess on jungkook’s legs and the floor. “can i join you?”

“i don’t need a babysitter,” jungkook complains, but there’s no real heat behind it. he knows seokjin means well, and he likes him well enough, so he’s happy to let him stay.

as someone enters the neighboring stall, seokjin gives jungkook a goofy smile, and jungkook has to hold in his laughter and try to seem professional.

“two of you in there, huh?” the man in the adjacent stall says. “gimme a little show first.”

“yes, sir,” seokjin responds.

there’s the sound of a zipper going down, and some rustling, and jungkook guesses the man is getting himself hard. he moves to get up from the floor but seokjin pushes him gently, instead carefully straddling jungkook’s lap to kiss him.

jungkook gasps but melts into the kiss, too stunned to do anything but kiss back, pliantly opening his mouth under seokjin’s plush lips. it feels nice, even with seokjin fully clothed and pressed against jungkook’s sensitive bare skin.

but seokjin is gentle as he slips his tongue into jungkook’s mouth, laving against jungkook’s tongue and coaxing gentle whimpers from him. only then does jungkook remember that they’re supposed to be putting on a show; the kissing is nice, but the man in the other stall can’t see much through the hole, so they really should be louder.

he moans as he pulls away from seokjin’s kiss, tugging the hair at the back of his head to expose the column of seokjin’s throat. jungkook drags his lips down seokjin’s neck, letting seokjin do most of the work of making noise. his voice is angelic, echoing and bouncing off the walls of the dark stalls as he whines, groaning theatrically and genuinely crying out when jungkook slips a hand under his shirt and tweaks his nipple.

“suck me off now,” the man in the other stall says suddenly, and when jungkook and seokjin look over they watch him stick his cock through the hole.

seokjin slides off jungkook’s lap and goes first, licking one long wet stripe against the underside of the man’s cock. the length twitches upwards at seokjin’s touch, and he giggles a bit, mostly for the man’s benefit. he takes the tip into his mouth then, humming softly as the man groans. he stays there, his tongue swirling around the man’s cock, before pulling off with a pop.

“can i get a turn?” jungkook asks, his voice low and sultry, and the man huffs his go-ahead as seokjin leans back with a grand gesture that says ‘be my guest’ and almost makes jungkook break character and laugh.

jungkook leans in then, leaving wet kisses up the man’s shaft, teasing the tip with his tongue before trailing back down with wet lips to suck one of the man’s balls into his mouth. seokjin leans in from the other side, taking care of the shaft with attentive sucks and teasing kitten licks.

jungkook laves his tongue around both balls for a moment before dragging his lips back up the man’s cock and meeting seokjin in the middle. their lips glide together, sloppy and wet as they pleasure the man between them. he thrusts the length of his cock a few times through the hole and between jungkook’s and seokjin’s mouths. they make their way down the man’s length until their lips meet at the head of his cock, and they kiss more with his cock between them. jungkook barely notices seokjin’s hand come up to jerk the man off, the wet glide of his hand enough to make the man cum. he shoots white stripes over both their faces, groaning as his cum covers their faces.

“mm, thank you, sir,” seokjin says, and the man doesn’t respond as he zips himself up and leaves.

jungkook smiles at seokjin once they’re alone, feeling more energized and sated, although he hasn’t cum in a while. seokjin wipes cum off his face and jungkook leans in to lick cum off seokjin’s cheeks, and stays to kiss him deeply. they sit in the cramped bathroom stall like that, exchanging filthy kisses and touching each other as they wait for the next passenger to join them. jungkook’s hands wander over seokjin’s body, teasing and curious, and he’s pleased to find that seokjin is hard. he strokes him over his skirt a few times, enjoys the sound of seokjin’s pleased sighs, before they’re interrupted.

“lemme fuck one of your throats,” says the man who’s just walked in, and his cock is already through the hole in the wall. seokjin pushes jungkook back with a gentle hand on his chest, and takes the cock himself, kneeling with his hands against the wall to let the man slide his cock into seokjin’s throat.

jungkook watches as seokjin’s eyes flutter shut, and lets his hands continue to wander, caressing the fat of seokjin’s ass and trailing down to his thighs, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips. he traces his fingers back up seokjin’s inner thighs, and begins to stroke his cock off through his panties.

seokjin whines, thrusting his hips into the air uselessly as he grinds against jungkook’s touch. the man picks up the pace, and seokjin’s choked moans stop.

meanwhile, jungkook entertains himself, leaning against the wall so he can watch seokjin give a sloppy blowjob on his knees. his cunt is still wet, and he can feel his clit throbbing as he slides seokjin’s panties aside to stroke his fully hardened cock.

“hyung,” jungkook whispers in a fleeting moment of lust-driven insanity. “can you fuck me?”

seokjin gestures him over quickly, not even bothering to pull of the man’s cock as he allows jungkook to reposition so that he’s underneath seokjin, slumped against the wall with his head just beneath the hole and their hips aligned. the man calls seokjin names, dirty words that make seokjin moan as he slides his cock against jungkook’s wet folds and slips inside him.

seokjin thrusts his hips against jungkook, and jungkook hugs him close between his thighs, pleasure coursing through him as his hyung chokes on the cock thrusting hard and fast through the hole. when the man finally cums, seokjin pulls back with a sputter, and cum spills on both their faces.

seokjin and jungkook kiss cum off each other’s lips, moaning as seokjin pounds jungkook into the wall. another passenger comes in, and this time when seokjin takes his length into his mouth, jungkook cranes his neck to suck the man’s balls, both of them whining and moaning into the man’s cock as they get closer to cumming.

soon enough the man floods seokjin’s mouth with cum, groaning out low praise as the two of them continue to fuck. jungkook’s eyes slip shut as his knees fall to the side to let seokjin fuck him deeper, so he doesn’t notice when the man in the other stall doesn’t pull out, but starts to piss through the hole, the hot stream hitting jungkook’s face and chest.

he cries out, mouth opening to swallow the bitter fluid, but he gets fully soaked as seokjin gasps and approaches his orgasm, reaching down to thumb at jungkook’s clit and take him with him.

that’s how jungkook cums, soaked in a stream of piss laying in a puddle of cum on the tiled bathroom floor, with seokjin’s cum pumping his pussy full.

“fuck!” he wails, clenching tightly around seokjin’s cock, hugging his hyung close as they finish together.

seokjin kisses him as they come down, uncaring of the mess covering them both as they gasp into each other’s mouths and grind into each other.

“you okay, jungkook?” seokjin asks when they finally pull away. the neighboring stall is empty again, not that either of them were paying attention.

“never been better,” jungkook chirps, shifting away so that seokjin can slip out of him. he moans happily as seokjin’s cum begins to trickle out of his cunt.

“go get cleaned up,” seokjin laughs, kissing jungkook again before helping him up.

“are you calling me gross?” jungkook asks with a fake pout, not letting seokjin usher him out yet.

“yes,” seokjin deadpans, and laughs when jungkook gasps and shoves his shoulder.

“take it back!” he whines. “i’m not leaving till you say i’m pretty.”

seokjin pushes him against the stall door, hands gripping jungkook’s waist just hard enough to keep jungkook in place but not enough to leave bruises.

jungkook gasps, almost ready to go again for another round, but seokjin just laughs at him and the thinly veiled arousal in his eyes.

“you are pretty,” seokjin says. “pretty gross.”

“hyung!” jungkook protests, but seokjin shoos him away to go clean himself up, with just one last kiss.

“go!” seokjin says, and jungkook does.

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there’s a spa onboard the cruise, because of course there is.

jungkook is certainly not one to slack on the job, but there’s no denying how nice and relaxing the sauna is. in the hot tub, water is drained from the bottom and streamed in through hot jets that feel wonderful and keep the tub clean, so he’s eager to slip into the water and let himself be passed around by the passengers.

the moment jungkook steps into the tub, he’s grabbed and pulled into someone’s lap, and he giggles in contentment when he feels the way his asscheeks spill out of his swim suit bottoms and rub against the man’s growing hardness.

“hello,” he says coyly, wiggling his hips and making the man groan.

he sits for a while, a vapid accessory, as the man discusses business matters with his companions. jungkook does whatever is asked of him, and if all the men need him to do is look pretty, then so be it. he leans against the man’s chest, feeling small in his lap as the man’s hands wander possessively over jungkook’s body. a long conversation comes and goes before the man is ready to use jungkook.

when he pulls jungkook’s hips to reposition him on his crotch, jungkook can feel his cock grinding into his crack, and he tosses his head onto the man’s shoulder with a moan.

“good boy,” the man says, his voice low and calm in jungkook’s ear. “get me off like this. no hands.”

jungkook starts to grind down into the man’s lap, the sway of his hips making the water around them crest and fall in obscene waves as everyone around them can likely tell what’s going on. this hot tub is big, and several other passengers are inside enjoying the warm water and compliant staff members. jungkook can feel some of them watching him now, and he’s almost self conscious about the sultry sound of his moans, the curve of his exposed throat already decorated with hickeys and bruises, and the way his nippes most definitely are visible through his sheer swimsuit top. no matter, his only concern is the passenger beneath him, motionless as jungkook is tasked with grinding against him until he cums.

he’s grateful when the man yanks jungkook’s swimsuit off, tossing it away so that his bare bottom is rubbing against the man’s exposed cock. when he shivers and wails as the man rips his top off his chest, his hips stutter and shake, and the man cums into the water, his hands gripping jungkook’s slim waist hard enough to leave bruises.

the man sighs, content, and pushes jungkook off his lap unceremoniously to climb out of the water, leaving jungkook panting and unsatisfied. he’s quickly grabbed by a different passenger.

“jerk me off, would you, dear?” the man says callously, and returns to his conversation with his friends. jungkook hides his face against the man’s shoulder and reaches into the water, dipping his hand into the man’s swim trunks to wrap his fingers around his cock. he shrinks against the man, trying to be undisruptive and well hidden as he jerks the passenger’s cock off. jungkook is quite ready to be ignored as he does his job, so he gasps in shock when someone else grabs his shoulder and pulls him just enough so that jungkook can continue stroking the man’s cock while the others around him can grope his chest.

he bites his lip to keep quiet, but he can’t help but squirm as three men crowd around him, touching his tits and pinching his nipples. someone starts to suck on his tits, which makes jungkook jolt and squeeze his hand a little tighter around the cock in his hand, and the man he’s jerking off cums with a groan.

jungkook strokes him through his orgasm and is promptly grabbed by the wrist to tug at the cocks of the men in front of him, surrounding him with their hands on his body and their mouths on his tits. nobody bothers reaching beneath the surface of the water to play with his pussy; everyone keeps their wandering hands on jungkook’s chest for their own pleasure.

he jerks off two more passengers to completion before he’s pushed and pulled through the water and repositioned again, and ends up in front of—

“jimin-ah!” he exclaims, chest warming when jimin’s face lights up with a smile of recognition.

“hi jungkook!” jimin says sweetly. he’s been stripped naked already, sitting on the bench in the water with his hand in the lap of the passenger beside him. when the men nearby jeer at their friendly exchange, someone pushes jungkook from the back, and jungkook takes the hint and climbs into jimin’s lap.

“it’s good to see you, hyung,” jungkook says shyly.

“you too, kookie,” jimin says, equally shyly, even as he wraps his free arm around jungkook and pulls him close enough for their chests to be pressed together. jungkook sinks in happily to the touch, snuggling close to jimin with his nose against his skin and pressing kisses against his shoulder. they ignore the passengers around them, who grope jungkook’s ass in passing or grab at jimin’s thighs.

the men around them are content with the sight of them—jimin moaning softly as jungkook presses his body close—until someone suggests that they eat each other out, and as the other passengers chime in in agreement jungkook can’t help but think that’s an excellent idea.

as a staff member, jungkook is supposed to be delicate and pretty and made to be used, but he can’t resist sneaking his hands under jimin’s armpits and lifting him up onto the ledge of the tub. the passengers cheer which mean it’s okay, and even if they didn’t, jimin bursts into giggles and kicks his feet out, splashing the water as he smiles down at jungkook and it would definitely be okay anyways.

jungkook gently nudges at jimin’s knees until he parts them enough for jungkook to leave slow kisses against his inner thighs. jimin sighs, leaning back on his hands and tossing his head back so that his pale throat is exposed and his pretty nipples are pointing up at the ceiling. as jungkook gets closer to his core, jimin is grabbed by a passenger behind him, who squeezes the lovely expanse of his throat and yanks his hand to place on his own cock. jimin obediently jerks the man off, and whines as jungkook’s mouth finally finds his pussy.

jungkook presses his tongue against jimin’s lower lips immediately, delighting in the sharp taste of his wetness. he teases for only a moment before he sinks his tongue inside, finding the stronger, bitter taste of another man’s cum already inside jimin, and eating the cum out of jimin’s pussy.

he spreads jimin’s thighs a bit more, holding back a grin when jimin eagerly stretches all the way, showing off his flexibility as he exposes himself to jungkook and to the men watching them.

jungkook moves to jimin’s clit with his tongue, teases his opening with his fingers as he suckles at his clit. someone behind him in the hot tub is fondling jungkook’s ass, slipping their fingers between his legs but he ignores them, staying on task and focus as he dips a finger into jimin’s pussy.

“oh,” jimin sighs, squirming a bit. the passenger holding him keeps him still with one hand wrapped around jimin’s throat. jungkook curls his finger up and jimin continues to wiggle, rolling his hips against jungkook’s touch.

someone behind jungkook sinks a finger into his ass and he lets out a loud whine into jimin’s pussy. he flicks his tongue quickly against jimin’s clit, panting and drooling as jimin squirms and twitches, his pussy beginning to tighten around jungkook’s fingers, pushing against the resistance as an orgasm approaches fast. jungkook buries his face deeper in jimin’s wet folds, sucking and slurping loudly as jimin’s hot juices coat his lips and he sinks his tongue deep inside.

“jungkookie—” jimin gasps among incoherent moans. “please, it’s so good, i want you so bad, i’m gonna cum—fuck!”

jungkook looks up just in time to see jimin, chest already covered in stripes of cum, throw his head back onto the passenger currently grinding into his hand, crying out almost like he’s in pain as his cunt convulses around jungkook’s fingers and he cums. jungkook kisses his trembling thighs, his breath shaky too as someone behind him slaps him directly on his pounding cunt.

“jiminie-hyung,” jungkook pants, and when jimin deliriously reaches for him jungkook climbs out of the water and gets on top of jimin, kissing him deeply, exchanging the taste of jimin on their tongues.

the men around them have been cheering and whooping, and jungkook is beyond the point of teasing or finesse when he hears someone suggest that they scissor each other. he scrambles to comply, positioning himself between jimin’s parted thighs.

jimin is still recovering from his orgasm, and he pliantly allows his thighs to flop apart as jungkook maneuvers them to a better position. his hair is wet from the tub, plastered to his forehead and fanning out on the floor beneath them. looking down at him, jungkook suddenly feels humiliated. the two of them are writhing on the ground, a small crowd of men watching them from the hot tub as they drip water and expose themselves to the room. the shame that creeps up in jungkook’s gut makes him slick with arousal.

he indulges in a soft kiss with jimin, something he’s been craving and knows he can get away with as long as he simultaneously spanks his hyung’s cunt and swallows down jimin’s loud cries.

“ready?” jungkook asks before he presses further, and jimin looks endeared.

“of course,” he responds easily. then his gaze darkens, and fixes on jungkook’s clavicle, which is covered with a smattering of dark hickeys. “who did this to you, hmm?”

jungkook flushes. how jimin has such a good eye, he has no idea. “taehyungie-hyung,” he admits, recalling their session together this morning, and jimin’s eyes curve into crescent moons as he smiles. their hips are grinding closely now, not enough for their cores to rub together, just enough to entertain the men watching them.

“my taehyungie?” jimin asks, and jungkook can’t help but giggle at the excitement in his voice.

“your taehyungie,” he confirms. jimin introduced them, and loves knowing that his friends are friends with each other. because he’s adorable like that. jungkook leans forward to kiss jimin slowly, sloppily, with one hand cupping his tiny breast, rolling his nipple between his fingers and pinching until jimin whines.

with jimin’s tongue still in his mouth, jungkook presses close, and rolls his hips so that their wet pussies drag against each other.

“oh!” jimin whines, grasping onto the meat of jungkook’s thigh as his clit catches on jungkook’s folds and the sensitive pink bud is stimulated.

“fuck,” jungkook moans, tossing his head back. scissoring jimin feels good, because of course it does, and the muscles around his pussy that are sore from the constant abuse of his job are being massaged too. he’s sore and sensitive in ways that he hasn’t noticed before right now, and when jimin begins to respond by rolling his own hips jungkook can’t help but moan.

jimin presses a chaste kiss against jungkook’s calf as they continue to grind their pussies together, picking up the pace as their moans grow louder and more pornographic, and the sounds of their crotches slapping together fill the room.

they only get more and more desperate as the men watching them shout filthy things at them, rolling their hips together to the sound of their cheers. jungkook can feel himself leaking against jimin’s heated core, friction on his clit pushing him closer towards the edge. they grind their pounding cunts together, slick dripping and sliding against each other.

“jungkookie, your pussy is so good,” jimin praises, his voice strained as his clit continues to slide against jungkook’s hot skin. “you feel so good, baby. i wanna cum so bad, are you close? please, jungkookie, fuck.”

jimin stuffs his own mouth with his fingers and jungkook can tell he’s fighting his impending orgasm, trying to stave it off so they can cum together.

“i’m close, jimin-ah, hold on, i have to—oh my god!” jungkook wails, and he squeezes his own throat as an orgasm catches him by surprise and he squirts directly onto jimin’s pussy. intense relief and release wash through his body, and he hits the floor with a silent scream as he cums, his pussy pulsing as he soaks jimin’s cunt with his own squirt.

“fuck!” jimin squeals, his hips twitching, face twisted in a pained expression of delight as he cums for the second time in the span of a few minutes. his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes roll back as his back arches, and jimin shoves his own fingers into his spasming pussy as he rides his orgasm out. he’s soaked in jungkook’s fluids.

they lay on the floor for a moment, legs entangled and eyes shut as they come down from their respective orgasms. a few men climb out of the water to jerk off onto their still bodies and leave them dirtied and filthy. others stay in the hot tub, touching themselves or letting other staff members do it until they cum in the water.

jimin recovers first, pulling himself up from the ground to climb on top of jungkook and kiss him. nobody pays attention to them now that the show is over.

“that was amazing,” jimin whispers into jungkook’s lips, for no one’s ears but his.

“yeah,” jungkook pants, wrapping his arms jimin’s waist as he nuzzles him.

“you need a break, baby?” jimin asks sweetly, and jungkook cracks an eye open.

“i’m always ready to go again,” he teases, and jimin giggles as he shakes his head.

“i have to go,” jimin says. “got a shift in the kitchen.”

jungkook pouts.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” jimin says with an playful squeeze on jungkook’s breast. “tell you what. i’ll pass you off to my favorite passenger.”

“who’s that?” jungkook asks, still pouty, both hands planted possessively on jimin’s ass.

“namjoon-ssi!” jimin says loudly toward the tub, and a man approaches the edge of the water closest to them. jungkook is still laying flat on the ground beneath jimin, but he can already tell the man is a dreamboat. jimin leans down to bite the lobe of jungkook’s ear. “good enough?”

“i can work with that!” jungkook says cheerfully, and jimin’s responding laugh is so sweet jungkook has to kiss him one last time before he lets him go.

“this is jungkookie, take care of him please!” jimin says to namjoon before dashing away, and namjoon gives him an obedient salute and a bright smile that shows off his lovely dimples.

jungkook looks at namjoon shyly before sitting down on the edge of the tub. he parts his legs automatically when namjoon goes to stand between them, feeling embarrassed and exposed and slutty sitting naked in front of such a handsome passenger, and one he’s never met before, at that.

“namjoon-ssi,” he greets politely.

“just hyung is okay,” namjoon says, and jungkook flushes as he nods. namjoon is gorgeous. he’s wearing just a pair of black swim trunks that let jungkook see his whole bare chest, broad and built and tanned to a lovely gold.

“of course, hyung,” jungkook says, and namjoon smiles again, endeared.

“you look like you can take care of yourself,” namjoon says, running one palm down jungkook’s bare thigh, and he shivers. “why does jimin think you need me?”

“he must have thought we’d get along,” jungkook says, feigning indifference as namjoon hums thoughtfully and pulls him closer to the edge of the wall.

“i was watching you two,” namjoon says, and his voice is so low, it commands attention, it’s quiet and that’s the only reason why jungkook leans closer, settling his forearms on namjoon’s muscular shoulders, yes. “you were so gorgeous together, you know that?”

namjoon looks like he likes to feel needed, which is perfect. jungkook needs him right now.

“really?” he asks, and he doesn’t intend for his voice to come out so shaky, but it does. namjoon hums in agreement, inching even closer between jungkook’s thighs, and jungkook crosses his ankles behind namjoon.

“absolutely beautiful,” namjoon murmurs. “and i already knew jimin was good. but you caught me by surprise. i wanted to take you as my own, use you for hours, edge you until you begged for mercy or fuck you until you couldn’t handle it and passed out with me still inside you.”

he pauses, as if he’s gauging jungkook’s reaction, and jungkook’s breaths are coming in fast, arousal evident in his eyes, so he continues.

“i love the way your body moves, the way your hips roll. i wanted to watch you ride me until you squirted for me the way you did for jimin. fuck, i saw you sobbing for it like a filthy little slut and i just wanted to take care of you all night until the sun came up. i wanted you to be my baby, and i didn’t even know your name.”

“please,” jungkook begs. namjoon’s words settle over him like a drug, and he feels the exhaustion of the day creeping up on him almost as intensely as he feels the arousal of namjoon’s dirty words. he wants.

namjoon delivers.

namjoon pulls jungkook into the water easily, as if jungkook weighs nothing at all, and he settles on the bench in the water with jungkook straddling his lap. jungkook lets himself be taken, clinging onto namjoon’s shoulders with a choked gasp, and his eyes slip shut as namjoon traces one hand over the curve of his ass and teases over his cunt. the water washes away some of jungkook’s slick and brings back some tight friction and pain when namjoon pulls himself out of his shorts and sinks directly into jungkook.

jungkook whines helplessly on namjoon’s lap.

“you’re so beautiful,” namjoon sighs, like he can’t help but say it, and it helps make jungkook’s mind go blank, hazy arousal filling his thoughts like thick clouds. “i’d like you to cockwarm me. is that alright?”

jungkook is quite looking forward to namjoon coming through on his promise to fuck him all night, but he knows namjoon can tell how tired he is, and namjoon’s thick cock feels delicious inside his abused pussy right now, filling him to the brim.

“yes, daddy,” jungkook slurs, the name falling from his lips by accident, but he swears he can feel namjoon’s cock pulse inside him, and namjoon strokes his back lovingly.

“good boy,” he says, and jungkook settles his nose in the crook of namjoon’s neck, and lets his eyes slip shut to the sound of namjoon murmuring dirty things in his ear, hot water jetting all around them and lulling jungkook to sleep.

--

strangely, it’s the feeling of fingers gently running through jungkook’s hair that wakes him up. there’s gentle tugging in his drying locks, and that’s what coaxes him from his nap, even though there’s also someone tugging at his rim, slipping enough fingers inside him for the stretch to burn a bit.

jungkook’s eyelids flutter open, and as he slowly wakes he registers namjoon’s warm body still underneath him, his cock hard and buried inside jungkook’s pussy.

namjoon’s head is tossed back, resting on someone’s thighs. someone is sitting on the pool wall behind namjoon, their legs parted so namjoon can lean back between them. jungkook’s face is still buried in namjoon’s neck, but he can feel the soft flesh of someone’s thigh pressed against his temple, and—ooh. their fingers run through jungkook’s hair again, soothing and wonderful and jungkook has half a mind to fall back asleep.

but then the fingers inside him pull back and the blunt head of someone’s cock prods at jungkook’s ass. his mind hazy from the heat of the hot tub, jungkook vaguely registers namjoon say something, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

jungkook moans as he’s penetrated, and whoever is behind him slowly slides in deeper until their hips are pressed against his ass and his holes are both filled completely.

“you awake now, bunny?” namjoon asks gently in jungkook’s ear, and jungkook moans in response.

“feels so good,” jungkook whines, nuzzling into the touch in his hair, and clenching down on the cock in his ass.

“which one of them, darling?” namjoon asks with a quiet chuckle.

“both,” jungkook sighs, and begins to suckle at the skin behind namjoon’s ear. namjoon groans at the feeling.

“he’s so good, hyung,” namjoon says, and jungkook is too out of it to even be confused. before he can ask who namjoon is talking to, a voice above him speaks, likely the owner of the soft thighs he and namjoon are leaning against.

“he looks good, joon,” he sighs, and jungkook finally looks up with wide eyes. from his seat on namjoon’s lap, he sees the man whose legs he and namjoon are sitting between. he’s pale, petite with a light flush in his chest and a mess of black hair hanging over his sharp eyes.

“pretty,” jungkook murmurs, and namjoon laughs.

“that’s yoongi-hyung, okay, baby?” namjoon says, and jungkook nods quickly. abruptly, whoever is behind him draws their hips back and sink inside jungkook’s ass again, making him moan.

“oh,” jungkook moans, feeling the two cocks inside him grind into his holes, and a firm hand against his back presses him into namjoon’s chest.

“and that’s your hoseokie-hyung,” namjoon says, and jungkook peeks over his shoulder to see the man buried inside his ass.

“hey, sweetheart,” the man behind jungkook says. jungkook peeks over his shoulder at the man who is brilliantly smiling at jungkook as he rams his cock inside him.

“hi, hyung,” jungkook says bashfully, as hoseok thrusts into his ass. “nice to meet you.”

“oh, he’s so sweet!” hoseok coos, and it’s meant to be kind, but with the way hoseok’s fingers grip tightly to the bruised flesh on jungkook’s ass it makes his words feel condescending, in a deliciously shameful way.

jungkook moans, a long and strangled noise in his chest, and namjoon’s hands rub gently up and down his back as jungkook is stuffed with two cocks. his holes stretch harshly at the thickness of namjoon’s and hoseok’s cocks.

“baby boy, can you help me out too?” yoongi asks then, a finger underneath jungkook’s chin, and jungkook nods frantically. he leans close, craning his neck closer to yoongi’s crotch and pulling his cock out of his shorts. he’s sloppy now, mind hazy with the heat of the hot tub and the pleasure of being fucked so thoroughly, and he all but drools on yoongi’s cock and balls as he slicks up the length of his shaft and forces it down his throat.

he grunts as he pulls back for air, a gasping, desperate sound like he’s finally satisfying a craving that’s eaten away at him, and goes right back in for more, swirling his tongue around yoongi’s cock before he takes it down his throat again.

“good boy,” yoongi murmurs in wonder. his fingers have found their way into jungkook’s hair again, and although yoongi’s voice is sweet his hands begin to press rather cruelly against jungkook’s head until he can’t come up for air. instead, he’s unable to move, held in place as yoongi thrusts his hips up into jungkook’s throat, fucking his face. behind him, hoseok continues to fuck him so hard jungkook’s ass throbs from the slapping of hoseok’s hips, his skin surely reddening from the abuse.

he whines before yoongi has mercy on him, letting him breathe for a moment. jungkook gags, tears streaking down his cheeks, and lets himself be used again and filled with all three cocks. namjoon is the only one not moving, his breaths heavy with pleasure as hoseok’s thrusts jostle his cock inside jungkook’s pussy, but he’s otherwise still, one hand secure on jungkook’s back, the other on his chest, teasing a nipple.

jungkook moans, water around them in the tub splashing as he sits on namjoon’s lap, cockwarming him, as his throat and ass are fucked brutally.

jungkook’s thighs slip a bit from his seat on namjoon’s lap and namjoon hoists him back up easily, sliding him closer so his cock goes impossibly deeper into jungkook’s pussy, and he clenches mindlessly as he whines from the sensation. the feeling makes namjoon growl in jungkook’s ear.

“where do you think you’re going, hmm?” namjoon asks, his voice low and threatening, although he must know jungkook wasn’t trying to do or go anywhere. he must know jungkook couldn’t go anywhere right now even if he wanted to. “little slut is made to be used, isn’t that right?”

“yes,” jungkook gasps between breaths as he takes a pause from sucking yoongi off, and namjoon takes the opportunity to grab jungkook by the throat.

“yes, what?” he asks. desperate arousal floods jungkook’s senses. somewhere in the back of his mind, he registers how flushed and hard yoongi’s cock is, and how close to cumming he must be. yoongi groans, but makes no move to stop namjoon.

black spots dance in jungkook’s vision as he is jostled again, this time from hoseok continuing to use his ass.

“yes sir,” he finally manages, and namjoon releases his throat. jungkook sinks back onto yoongi’s cock immediately, and it only takes a few moments for yoongi to thrust into jungkook’s throat and cum in his mouth.

“desperate fucking cockwhore,” namjoon says in jungkook’s ear, and the combined feeling of yoongi’s hot cum filling his mouth and namjooon’s filthy words in his ear make jungkook cum too, suddenly and overwhelmingly.

he chokes, cum spilling from his mouth as he gasps for breath, fighting for air through his orgasm, and the feeling of his holes clenching and spasming makes hoseok cum too.

“oh, good boy,” hoseok moans breathlessly, and hunches over jungkook as he spanks his ass and finishes inside him.

when yoongi’s and hoseok’s cocks are finished throbbing and pulsing inside jungkook, filling him with their cum, they both pull back gently, yoongi stroking jungkook’s hair again and hoseok pulling out slowly with his fingers at jungkook’s rim.

“that was great,” hoseok says cheerfully.

“mm, thanks, baby,” yoongi says, and jungkook rests his head on yoongi’s thigh, tired again.

“good,” namjoon says simply. “how many more can you take?”

jungkook lifts his head to peer at namjoon, confused. namjoon nods to someone behind jungkook, and he doesn’t even have time to turn around before he feels someone new prodding at his ass with rough fingers and then a thick cock, and jungkook finally realizes there is a small crowd watching him, some men lining up for their turn.

“one at a time,” namjoon announces, mostly for jungkook’s benefit, with a devilish smirk on his face. he trails one hand below the surface of the water, teases at jungkook’s past-overstimulated clit with his fingers. “this hole is mine.”

jungkook whines as someone thrusts into his ass and begins to pound into him roughly, fucking some of hoseok’s cum out of him as they go. he lets himself be silenced when hoseok’s fingers slide into his mouth, his ass bouncing as stranger after stranger fucks his tight little hole into a stretched and loosened rim.

“you love this, don’t you?” namjoon asks jungkook, as the second, or maybe third passenger finishes inside jungkook’s ass and slips out to let the next person in line have a turn. “you love being used and filled like this.”

“yes daddy,” jungkook slurs, beyond gone. “‘s good. so good. thank you, daddy.”

“stick out your tongue, bunny,” namjoon orders, and jungkook complies, and his eyes slip shut as hoseok leans in and kisses jungkook sloppily, their tongues sliding messily until jungkook’s lips are slick with spit and bitten raw.

the men behind jungkook swap again, and a cock that’s particularly thick shoves into his ass. jungkook cries out, taking it as best as he can.

“what an obedient little cockslut,” yoongi says, and sucks bruises into jungkook’s skin as jungkook does the same to namjoon just to keep his slutty mouth occupied.

namjoon keeps playing with jungkook’s clit, rolling it between his fingers and pinching and squeezing like it’s really a toy, and not the cause of jungkook’s tears. somewhere along the line, he quits teasing, and slips a finger into jungkook’s cunt alongside his cock, still hard and unmoving. he presses deep against his sore pussy until jungkook cums with a scream. namjoon strikes him clean across the face, and jungkook just spasms in his lap through an orgasm that’s so intense it hurts.

jungkook is blinking slowly when he realizes that he had blacked out for a moment, and someone is finishing up inside his ass, finally filling him with the last load of cum. he sobs, unable to help himself from clenching around the man’s cock.

when the faceless passenger leaves them, it’s finally just jungkook and namjoon, with yoongi and hoseok relaxing in the hot tub and watching from the side as jungkook groggily tries to orient himself.

“you’re awake,” namjoon says, sounding kinder again, less like the cruel man he’d morphed into as he let a single file queue of men fuck jungkook’s ass full.

“hi,” jungkook says shyly, shifting a bit in namjoon’s lap, feeling fucked raw where namjoon’s cock slides against the inner walls of his cunt.

“one more, darling,” namjoon says sweetly, kissing jungkook with plush lips. “you were so good, baby boy. you took three more cocks while you slept. i’m so proud of you, beautiful.”

jungkook whines, blinking back silly tears that fill his eyes, and tries to roll his hips against namjoon’s to get him to cum.

“sweetheart,” namjoon says, and holds jungkook’s hips still. as sore as jungkook already is, namjoon’s firm hands digging bruises into jungkook’s skin feel wonderful.

“yes, daddy?” jungkook asks, and only when namjoon’s cock pulses in jungkook’s pussy does he realize how close namjoon must already be. he had been cockwarming him all this time, after all.

“i’m gonna make you cum,” namjoon whispers. “and then i’ll cum inside your pretty pussy, and we’ll be done. how does that sound, sweet boy?”

“good,” jungkook says, nodding immediately. “yes, please. want that.”

“good boy,” namjoon says, holding jungkook as he thrusts into him. he rubs jungkook’s clit with one hand as he bounces jungkook in his lap, and murmurs encouragement when jungkook reaches back to plug his own cum-filled ass with needy fingers. “you’re doing so well. my perfect little slut, you’ve done so well. i wanna take you home and claim you and keep your holes stuffed for the rest of your life. that’s all you’re good for, yeah? being used like the whore you are?”

“yes, yes, please,” jungkook whines deliriously, feeling close already. “i’m a whore, i’m your whore, fuck me, please, i’m yours to use.”

“you’re mine,” namjoon moans, and those words send both of them over the edge as jungkook shrieks and then falls completely silent, eyes rolling back and his holes spasming as namjoon finally fills jungkook’s cunt with his cum.

they cum like that, namjoon’s cock pressed deep enough inside jungkook to leave his cervix bruised and sore as he cums inside him.

“you’re so good,” namjoon whispers, like he doesn’t even mean to, and then yoongi and hoseok finally flock to jungkook’s sides to coo at him and help him off namjoon’s lap.

jungkook’s legs are sore and his holes are dripping and loose and his mind feels like jelly, and when the three passengers offer to take jungkook back to their cabin, he agrees with ease. he stumbles through the cruises halls naked as other passengers look at him hungrily and look at his new companions with envy, and falls right into bed with them.