𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*Non-Idol AU*

(Bottom!Jungkook x Top!Male Reader)

(Smut) (Warning: Oral)

M/N hums in mild irritation, swirling his ice around his glass with his straw as he sits in a restaurant, the sound of clinking silverware and bustling conversation floating in one ear and out the other. It was pretty busy that Sunday morning, way more than the male anticipated, so he can understand the look of boredom on the male sitting across from him.

Jungkook sighs, keeping his doe eyes trained on the napkin in his hands, and he tears pieces off little by little to drop onto the table.

M/N wanted to take Jungkook out for a nice breakfast that morning just because the two haven't been out for a while, but he didn't think the place would be this packed or that they would be waiting for their food going on almost an hour after they ordered. It wasn't anything too fancy, but the meals certainly didn't come that cheap. If he hadn't already paid for their food, (the diner being a money upfront and service second kind of establishment) they would have walked out by now.

But, honestly, M/N looks up in hopes of spotting the waiter who took their order to ask about how much longer they needed to wait only to roll his eyes and look back down at the table, he is very close to just letting them have his money.

"Babe," Jungkook whines, his fingers still tearing at the napkin, "I'm hungry."

"I know," M/N grunts, his annoyance seeping through his clenching jaw. "I am too."

'We are never coming here again.'

Jungkook grabs the torn pieces of the napkin in his hands and pushes them to the side, breathing out roughly before looking at his boyfriend with a small pout.

"I need a new napkin, babe. Can you hand me one, please?"

"Yeah, sure."

M/N grabs a new napkin out of the dispenser closer to his side of the table, and when he holds it out to Jungkook to take, the napkin suddenly slips from his hand. M/N hurries to catch it before it floats onto the floor, but the napkin somehow manages to slip right past him and fall through the space between his stomach and the table, making M/N curious on how it gained so much wind in the closed-window restaurant.

"Aw, shit," he curses. "Hold on."

"No, it's okay," Jungkook smiles. "I got it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, no worries."

M/N shrugs and leans back in his seat, watching as his boyfriend slinks beneath the white tablecloth to retrieve the napkin. He glances around for the waiter one more time, but he jumps in surprise at the feeling of a hand delicately run along his thigh and his head snaps down.

"What the hell?"

"Shh," the tablecloth is bunched up and Jungkook's grinning face peeks out from a small gap. "Don't be so loud."

"What the hell are you doing?" M/N quietly hisses, his eyes quickly darting around to see if anyone is paying attention to them before settling back on his kneeling boyfriend.

Jungkook pouts.

"I'm bored."

"So, what?" M/N raises an eyebrow. "You're going to suck me off in the middle of a restaurant?"

"...Yeah."

In all honesty, M/N reminds himself of that fact that he shouldn't be so surprised. Jungkook's sex drive is about the equivalent to a bunny's, he'll even hump pillows like one if he's horny enough (M/N caught him doing it once and never lets him live it down).