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"Good morning, sir, what can we get for you today?"
Namjoon takes a quick scan of the menu and decides to just get his usual. "A large espresso with honey, please."
"Cream or sugar?"
"A bit of each. I can adjust those myself."
The barista nods, gesturing towards the table at the corner of the café. "Of course. I'm sure you know how this works, since you're a regular."
"I do." Namjoon smiles, dropping a couple coins in the tip jar before standing off to the side. He scrolls through his phone as he waits, enjoying the calm jazz playing in the background and the low hum of conversation between the other patrons, interrupted only by the occasional moan or whimper.
His black coffee is ready before long, and he moves to the line to wait for his other additions. It doesn't take long until he's standing in front of Jungkook, who's sitting on the table with his thighs spread, wearing his usual uniform: nothing but a pair of white thigh-highs and black Mary Janes.
"Morning, Namjoon-ssi," the boy says bashfully. "How are you today?"
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Very well! Here for the usual?"
"You bet."
There are sugar packets lined along Jungkook's collarbones, and Namjoon takes one, emptying it into his espresso. Then he cups one of Jungkook's big, plump tits, massaging it gently and pinching his rosy nipple until milk flows out of it into his coffee. He stops once the liquid is a nice chocolatey color, before lowering the cup between Jungkook's thighs.
Nestled between the boy's pretty, pink folds is a small squeeze bottle, and when Jungkook clenches his pussy, honey squirts into Namjoon's cup.
"Is that enough?" Jungkook asks. Namjoon nods.
"Perfect. Thanks as always."
Jungkook beams. "Anytime!"
Namjoon's walking over to his usual table when he hears the next customer step up to Jungkook.
"I need more honey than that, baby," the guy says, and Jungkook whimpers, the squeeze bottle between his legs making airy, poofing sounds as he clenches over and over to give the customer the honey he's asking for.
"Good boy," the man coos. "Thanks, sweetheart."
"You're welcome!"
The next hour or so passes in relative peace as Namjoon works on his laptop and sips his coffee. He's almost finished when he hears raised voices.
"S-sir, you - you're not supposed to do that..." Jungkook's protest trails off in a mewl.
Namjoon looks up. There's a middle-aged, balding man with both hands on Jungkook's heavy tits, playing with the soft mounds, squeezing them in his palms.
"Why not?" he sneers, nodding down at his cup that's sitting in front of the nozzle of the squeeze bottle. "I'm just helping you get more honey out."
Jungkook whines and obediently clenches his pussy. "I-is that enough now?"
"No. Keep going until I say you can stop."
He continues to fondle Jungkook's tits, thumbing roughly at his nipples as Jungkook squirms and whimpers, honey spurting out from between his legs. When it seems like he can't squeeze out anymore, one of the man's hands leaves his breast and starts touching his clit instead.
"Nooo," Jungkook mewls, wiggling his hips, but he can't seem to get away. He sits there making helpless sounds at he gets his nipples played with and his clit rubbed. Every time the man pinches his clit, he lets out a moan and more honey trickles out from between his thighs.
"I need some cream now," the bald man says, before he leans in and wraps his lips around Jungkook's nipple.
"Oh, sir!" Jungkook cries, writhing under his mouth. "You're not allowed to do that - oh, nnh - "
"Why not?" He separates from Jungkook's achingly swollen nipple with a wet suck. "I'm just getting my milk from the source. It's my right as the customer." He leans in again and starts tonguing circles around Jungkook's other nipple, hands clamped around his waist so he can't move.
"Sir, K-Koo's nipples are sensitive," Jungkook whines. "A-ah, it f-feels funny – "
The man doesn't let up. He shoves Jungkook down on the table and holds him down as he sucks noisily on Jungkook's nipples, switching between the two to gulp down the creamy milk from both. Jungkook whines out more protests that he's not supposed to do that, that he "isn't allowed to suck on Koo's boobies," but it falls on deaf ears. He continues to palm and fondle Jungkook's full, perky tits as he sucks on their pink tips.
When he finally stops, Jungkook's nipples are fat and throbbing, saliva dripping from them, and his face is a blotchy red. His chest heaves with his breaths.
The man sits back, pulling the thin squeeze bottle out from Jungkook's little pussy. Strings of slick hang between the bottle and Jungkook's plump pussy lips. The man squirts honey over Jungkook's soft, flushed flower, and then he dives in and starts to furiously eat Jungkook out.
"Ah!" Jungkook cries out, trying to snap his thighs shut, but the customer slams them back down and forces them open as his tongue slobbers over Jungkook's folds. He licks them clean of the sticky honey and Jungkook’s own sweet juices before his tongue thrusts into his moist heat to collect every bit of slick from inside. He fucks Jungkook's tight, wet passage with his tongue like he would with his cock. His lips close around Jungkook's hard, puffy clit, sucking on it, and Jungkook moans loudly. His cries get even higher pitched when the man reaches up to grope his tits and roll his nipples between his fingers as he continues to eat Jungkook out.
By now, most of the people in the café are watching them, with the exception of the employees who continue to ring up and make orders. Those waiting in line behind the rude customer don't seem to mind the delay, their eyes riveted on Jungkook's writhing form.
Jungkook comes with a scream, milk spewing out between the fingers kneading his tits, and his pussy squirting into the man's mouth. The man keeps sucking on his clit until Jungkook is crying from oversensitivity, his thighs trembling. Apparently satisfied, he finally releases the poor boy, wiping his wet mouth with a smirk.
"Thanks for the meal," he says, slapping Jungkook on the ass, before he leaves unceremoniously.
The café is still for a long moment, silent except for the jazz music playing softly in the background. Then the next person in line gets on his knees, pins Jungkook's legs down on the table, and pushes his face into the apex of Jungkook's thighs. Lewd, sloppy sounds start to come from between them, wet flesh meeting wet flesh.
Jungkook shrieks, wiggling against the grip. "NOO, K-KOO JUST CAME!"
But the customer doesn't appear to care and Jungkook is left screaming as he gets his most private place violated by a greedy mouth.
Some of the others in line don't seem to want to wait this time, the impatient ones gathering around Jungkook to touch him all over with their lustful hands and mouth over his creamy tits. Jungkook sobs as the mouths latch on to his most sensitive places, sucking on his pussy and nipples, pleasuring them in a way that makes his body jerk.
"Mm," the guy between his legs moans. "Your cunt tastes so fucking good." His words are drowned out by the wet suction of the mouths around Jungkook's nipples, and they're quickly joined by more filthy squelching as he goes back to devouring Jungkook's pussy like it's his favorite snack. He laps over his glistening folds with broad strokes of his tongue. Caresses his clit with the tip of it, rolling it in small circles with the hot, flexible muscle. Then he wraps his lips over the entirety of his pussy and sucks, and Jungkook's back arches, his tits and nipples squirting simultaneously.
"Unnhh!" Jungkook moans loudly, "K-Koo's puthy f-feels good!"
Namjoon turns back to his laptop and takes another sip of his coffee. It won't do for him to get distracted when he's so close to finishing, after all.
While he types away, he vaguely registers Jungkook's screams as he's forced to come over and over again. There's a never-ending line that continues all the way outside the cafe, all of them waiting to get a taste of Jungkook's sweet little pussy.
By around the third person, Jungkook's voice is hoarse, but they're relentless, and the manager won't stop a paying customer. "K-KOO WILL BREAK!" he wails.
He doesn't get even a minute of rest as five, ten, fifteen people eat him out, one after another without stopping. Some of them pound into him with their tongue, splitting him open, and some lick him like a tasty lollipop, eating up his pussy juices. Some torture his clit until he's thrashing around and begging incoherently.
Namjoon must be there for at least another hour, and Jungkook stays pinned to that table the whole time, his legs spread and twitching helplessly, tits jiggling from the hands and mouths all over them.
By the time Namjoon is exiting the café, Jungkook is sprawled limply over the table, his eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out. No one cares that he seems to have passed out as they continue to mouth at his milky nipples and soaked pussy.
But Namjoon knows that Jungkook is fine. He must be used to it, because this happens to him every day, after all.