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DAY 1
Yoongi doesn’t know how he got here. He doesn’t think he should be here. But here he is, fucking Daegu County Prison.
Yup, prison.
All he did was stab someone a little bit, and now he’s in prison. It wasn’t even a fatal wound, just a little stab. But people gotta be so over dramatic these days, and lock people up for just a tiny stabbing incident. Yoongi should be out and about shopping right about now, maybe mixing a new beat in his basement; but instead he’s stepping into a bright orange jumpsuit that feels 10x too big on his tiny frame.
Everything is baggy in the wrong places, and the fabric actually feels like it’s made of sand paper. The guard hands Yoongi a white wife beater, the small boy zipping down the front of his jumper and slipping the tight fitting garment on. Yoongi decides to tie the sleeves of the jumpsuit around his petite waist so that the jumper becomes a pair of terribly proportioned pants.
Another larger guard gestures for Yoongi to go where he is, so the blonde pads over there slowly, his black standard-issue slides flopping against his heels as he walked. He sighed as he slide off his icy Rolex and countless rings, along with the gold chain draped around his small neck. The guard allowed him to keep his earrings and tongue stud on (thank god, he needed some fashion in this shit hole) but confiscated the rest of his precious jewelry.
As the guard plopped the Rolex into the plastic baggie, Yoongi shot him a quick look, a warning saying if you break any of my expensive shit my lawyer will be on your fat ass quicker than you can tell someone to squat and cough. The guard seemed to get the message, carefully sealing the bag and putting it in the black cotton duffel he was holding, which held the rest of Yoongi's clothing.
The only thing Yoongi could think about as the guard shoved a worn, rolled bed into his boney arms was how fucking terrible this was for his reputation.
Imagine, greatest rapper of the 21st century, Agust D, being shoved into a smelly prison for something as small and irrelevant as a stabbing. The press was probably already all over the story, and he honestly pitied his lawyers at the moment, they’d probably be drowning in work and interviews for the next year. Not to mention how the other inmates would react to him. Maybe they’d already heard the news? They were allowed a tv in the block. He was grateful his lawyer got him into this prison; it was much bigger and had more freedom than others. There was tv, radio, open cells, and lots of recreation (in comparison to his other options)
Despite all this, it was still prison. Yoongi wouldn’t be able to talk to his friends, make beats, or pursue his fuckin passion until he got out of here. Thankfully, he only had 1 year. 1 year and he’d be out. 1 year and he’d be free to make as much music as he wanted. 1 fucking year.
Yoongi was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t hear the guard talking to him. He tuned back in when cold metal clicked against his skinny wrists, Yoongi looking down and seeing a pair of shiny handcuffs wrapped around the fore-mentioned wrists.
Well, this is definitely not the situation I wanted when I said I wanted to try handcuffs
“You’re being placed in Block B, cell number 5. It’s the largest cell on unit, and you’ll be sharing the room with 6 other inmates. Behave, we can see you through every camera in the room.” The guard spat, swiping a plastic card over the sensor next to the large black iron door he was now standing in front of.
He could hear another guard shouting for everyone to return to their rooms inside, footsteps thundering from within the block before Yoongi and the sturdy guard entered. It was actually, quite large. Definitely not what he was expecting. Everyone stood expectantly at their cell doors, glaring down at Yoongi like he was a fresh meal and they were all starving.
It was intimidating, to say the least.
But intimidation soon fizzled out to pure embarrassment as the inmates fucking whistled at him, cat calling like a bunch of filthy old men to a hot 20 year old girl. Were they all gay? Or just horny? Yoongi hoped he wouldn’t have to find out anytime soon.
The guard scooted Yoongi up the metal staircase to cell 5, located on the top left of the block floor-plan. Yoongi hesitantly walked inside the room and glanced around, immediately being greeted by 6 impossibly handsome men sitting on their beds around him.
Yoongi couldn’t help but suck in a sharp exhale as he observed the men, all fit and somehow well groomed. The guard scooted Yoongi fully inside before uttering a small “you can come out with everyone else in 2 hours” and slamming the door behind him.
The boys shift in expression was also immediate. The blank and serious faces contorted to devilish grins and smirks as they raked their eyes up and down Yoongi's body. The blonde felt a chill run down his spine as he looked straight ahead and made direct eye contact with one of them; the infamous Drug lord, Jay.
He had only seen his pictures in the news and online, attached to articles announcing his latest sin or warning young girls and boys to not go downtown alone at night, to be careful of men wanting to take the younger teens for trafficking and drug trade. He’d never think, ever, that he’d see the man sitting right in front of him, teeth on display for the world to see as he smiled painfully sweet at Yoongi.
“Welcome to Daegu County, it’s a pleasure to meet you~” The red-haired man purred, leaning forward slightly on his thighs as he spoke. He had a small lisp to his speech, barely noticeable unless you really focused on it. His eyes were stone cold as they shone into Yoongi, red hair parted and eyebrows obviously plucked.
Yoongi wasn’t about to question how that was possible.
“Yeah, welcome!" Another boy practically shouted, "You’re Agust D, right? The rapper? That's so cool! I used to wanna rap! I’m V, but once we get better acquainted I might let you call me Taehyung.” Another man spoke from Yoongi's left.
A long, slender man with a boxy smile and light brown hair that looked soft. In contrast to Jay, this man (or boy, in better words) wasn’t scary and handsome but looked rather beautiful, actually.
“Yeah, that’s me... You can just call me Yoongi though, I guess.” The blonde mumbled, rubbing his right arm out of anxious habit. He heard someone else coo from the same left Taehyung had just approached him from.
“Yoongi, huh? That’s a cute name. But, I doubt we’ll be using it much.” Jay spoke again, the heart shaped smile returning as he stared at Yoongi.
Confusion waved over the boy as he tilted his head, absolutely puzzled by whatever the fuck that meant.
The other males in the room seemed to understand, humming in agreement or nodding their heads. The pink haired man on Yoongi's right hummed especially loud, causing the blonde to direct his attention towards the sound. His eyes were met with maybe one of the most gorgeous people he’d ever seen.
The man had incredibly clear skin and plump pink lips, along with a sharp jawline and larger eyebrows that framed his eyes perfectly. He had very broad shoulders, accompanied by a long neck and seemingly muscular chest and arms.
Yoongi audibly swallowed.
A deep toned voice pulled Yoongi out of his somewhat inappropriate thoughts.
“Let’s not get distracted, boys. Boss, the exam? Want me to do that now, or do you wanna explain some more?” The deep voice spoke. The voice belonged to a tall male with dimples. His hair, unlike the other males, was parted at the side of his head and flowed into a light brown wave down the side of his face.
“Mm, lemme talk some more, Joonie,” Jay said, “Anyways, welcome to our cozy lil family. You’ll be spending most of your time with us, yeah? Consider yourself one of us now. As family, we wanna take care of each other, right boys?” All the men in the room hummed, a couple muttering a quiet ‘yes,’ or ‘yep’.
“So, if we wanna protect you, we gotta know when someone’s hurt you. My friend Namjoon here is gonna make notes on your body, so we know if there’s any fresh wounds, kay?” With that, the red haired male snapped his fingers.
The man (whom Yoongi assumed was Namjoon) moved forwards and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from across the room. Yoongi was still confused by everything happening, to say the least.
Yoongi looked around at the others for an answer of some sort.
What was happening? Why am I part of you now? What the fuck do you mean by ‘making notes on my body?’
“You heard the man. Strip.” Yet another voice said.
This time, it came from a shorter orange-haired male. Well, he was actually about Yoongi's height, but shorter than the rest of the lot. This man also had plump lips, but a somewhat softer look to his face. The orange-haired boy had puffy eyes and a thinner frame (though still muscular). He definitely looked younger than Yoongi, which would’ve bothered the blonde if he wasn’t already offended by the statement.
“Excuse me? Strip? Why the ever-loving-fuck should I strip for you? I just got here, I don’t know who the hell any of you are!” Yoongi spat. His confusion was slowly morphing into frustration and annoyance, which unfortunately came out in his speech. He could hear the leader click his tongue.
“What a shame, I thought you were gonna be obedient. You’re new to this, so I’ll be nice and ask one more time. Strip so Joon can check you, or let one of my boys restrain you and strip you instead.”
Fuck
Yoongi, hesitantly, began untying the jumpsuit sleeves from around his petite waist. His hands were shaking like crazy, and he was internally cursing his body for betraying him.
This isnt supposed to be enjoyable, Min Yoongi. Be intimidated, not aroused by his tone, you goddamn idiot.
Once the jumper sleeves were unknotted from around his hips, he zipped down the bottom part and slipped the fabric off of his slender legs, leaving him only in the standard issue white tank and black briefs. It took Yoongi a while to register that he also needed to remove his top, long fingers fiddling with the hem before lifting the fabric and pulling it fully off. The blonde felt uncomfortably exposed in the room of unknown men, chewing his bottom lip anxiously. He desperately tried to ignore the coo’s from around him, staring straight at his feet.
“That’s a good boy. Now, put your arms behind your pretty little head and stay still.”
Yoongi mindlessly obeyed.
Despite how menacing it had originally sounded, ‘the exam’ wasn’t actually that bad. All it consisted of was Namjoon observing Yoongi's body for any tattoos, scars, open wounds, or anything else to taint his pale skin. The only things discovered was a small scar above yoongis left thigh from a fight, and his ear and tongue piercings were also noted. The blonde couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at how easy the exam actually was. The worse part was probably just the wandering eyes from the other boys in the room.
“He’s good, boss.” Namjoon declared after completion, handing Jay the now filled out paper and resuming his seat next to the red head.
“Hm, very good~ We got lucky this time around, such a good little boy, such nice skin.” Jay cooed, winking slightly to further prove his point. Yoongi felt chills go down his scrawny arms.
Yoongi redressed himself quickly, silently thanking whatever power above that they didn’t make him take off his briefs. After all his clothes were properly secured, the leader spoke to Yoongi once again.
“Do you know who we are, sugar?” Jay asked, a simple question really, but the suggested undertones of the question were unnerving.
“No, I don’t..” Yoongi muttered, wiggling his toes nervously in the plastic slides.
“Ahh, well if you’re gonna join the family, we better get you acquainted, huh? Boys, go around in a circle and introduce yourselves. Prison name and real name, since this little angel here will be joining us, he'll be allowed to use your real names if he likes~ Include your crime as well.” Jay clapped his hands together after he was done talking, a small gesture to let the other males know they could start speaking.
The attractive pink-haired man to his right began first.
“I’m Jin, and my real name is Seokjin. I’m the eldest hyung here, and I'm in for Serial Bank Robbery and Grand Theft Auto. it’s a pleasure.” Jin blew a quick kiss towards Yoongi, and Yoongi tried his best to not laugh at how fucking cheesy the gesture was.
“I’m V, as you already know, but my real name is Taehyung! I'm here for 15 counts of 1st degree murder and Arson.” The boy shot a wide, boxy smile.
“I’m just Jimin. Drug smuggling and 4 count's of manslaughter. Hope you stay as well behaved as you are now.”
Yoongi swallowed. He noticed another boy had appeared next to the guard.
“I’m Jungkook, but all the hyungs call me Kookie, so, use what you’d like. I'm in for Treason and 20 counts of murder in the 1st degree.”
He’s actually...really cute.
“I’m RM, or Namjoon. I’m the one who’s in charge of keeping all these idiots safe. Drug smuggling, distributing, and conspiracy with the government.”
“And last but not least, I’m Jay, or Hoseok, the leader here. Bet you already know who I am though, baby.”
Then, in unison, “Welcome to Bangtan!”
Yoongi could physically feel his heart fall into his stomach and then tumble out of his ass.
Had he really just been pulled into Bangtan? One of the most notorious prison gangs?
I’m actually fucked.
Day 8
Yoongi grabbed the metal tray of shit from the cafeteria attendant, continuing down the line of edible misery towards the Bangtan table.
It had been 8 days, 8 days of trying to adjust to his not-so-luxurious lifestyle. It wasn’t going very smoothly, especially since he felt like he was stepping on eggshells with his cell mates. They had been pretty pleasant to him (much to the blondes surprise), so honestly Yoongi was expecting them to snap on him any day now.
Yoongi looked up to see Taehyung enthusiastically waving him over to the table, then frantically patting the empty spot on the bench next to him. Yoongi plopped down next to the bubbly boy, shifting his weight to get comfortable before crossing his legs. All the members (other than Hoseok and Seokjin, who were quietly whispering back and forth to each other at the end of the table) were unusually quiet. The mood on the table seemed serious or focused, and Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened.
Yoongi gently elbowed Taehyung in the side of his torso, “hey, what’s going on? everything alright?” He said almost silently to the brown haired boy.
“Uhh, yeah! Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” Taehyung said, completely shrugging the entire topic off and continuing to shovel the slop into his mouth.
Yoongi was a tad worried, to say the least.
The weird mood carried into the rest of the day as well, with the other members avoiding him or completely ignoring him when Yoongi tried to talk to them. Taehyung held on a little longer than the others, but eventually he followed his Hyungs as well.
Yoongi wasn’t exactly sure of what was happening.
Was this a test of his loyalty? Did he do something wrong? Maybe they were betting on who could be quiet the longest? Yoongi honestly had no idea what to do in this situation, and frankly it scared the shit out of him. If they were shunning him, that meant he was one of their possible targets.
If Yoongi was one of Bangtan possible targets, Yoongi was dead. And even if he avoided being a target, being out of Bangtan or even no longer being friendly with the 6 boys meant no more protection from the other inmates.
Yoongi didn’t even want to imagine that possibility.
The theory of being shunned, or being out of the gang was eventually disproved. The members still motioned for Yoongi to sit with them or follow them during recreation outside. They still shared cominsary with the blonde, and didn’t glare at him when he spoke, only nodding in acknowledgment.
Now the only theory's left were, A.) A test of loyalty or obedience or them just being dicks, or the more likely option of B.) He had unconsciously done something wrong and caused an issue in the cell.
The second theory was infinitely more terrifying than the first.
Yoongi just hoped that the silence would end soon.
Day 14
It hadn’t ended yet. It had been 6 days, a long 144 hours full of Yoongi praying that someone, anyone from Bangtan would at least say ‘hello’ to him.
Obviously, whoever he was praying to had some damn good soundproof headphones on; because absolutely jack shit had changed.
And in all honestly, Yoongi didn’t realize how much he actually needed Bangtan until he didn’t have them. He’s gotten used to the playful laughter, and cheery smiles from the younger members. They almost seemed like they weren’t felons.
Yoongi just wanted to reach out to one of them, call out “hyung” to Seokjin like he’s gotten so used to. These boys were then closet thing Yoongi had to a normal life in here; he wanted, no, needed to hold onto that. Or else he was almost certain he’d go insane sooner than later in the prison.
The entire situation was doing a mighty fine job of fucking with Yoongi's brain.
It was causing him to realize how much he’d grown to like he cell mates. How much he enjoyed their company. Especially Hoseok and Jimin, Yoongi had even thought he was getting closer to them. Beginning to maybe feel comfortable with his new acquaintances. Obviously not.
Yoongi was frustrated, so fucking frustrated. The despair and rejection he had previously experienced was morphing into something much angrier.
Yoongi knew he had a temper. Hell, that was the reason he was even in this shit fest to begin with; because he couldn’t control his dumb temper. And now he was letting that angry side of him take over again.
Yoongi didn’t care anymore, he just wanted the attention he had become so accustomed to again, to feel Jimin's small palm slapping his arm when Seokjin said something funny, see Taehyung and Jeongguk fighting and Namjoon having to step in between it while Hoseok just smiled at the kids.
Yoongi's emotions had again overpowered his logic.
So, that night when everyone had gone into their cells, having two hours left until lights out, Yoongi decided to have a conversation with them.
Everyone was doing something. Namjoon sat near Hoseok, scribbling something down on a yellow notepad. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook sat on Taehyung's bunk, giggling about something that Yoongi assumed was block gossip. Seokjin was looking into his metal mirror, plucking his thick brows carefully. Hoseok was reading a book, his large palm covered the title so Yoongi didn’t know exactly what he was reading.
The entire scene looked so normal, so healthy. It honestly just looked like the common room of a college frat or the living room of a dorm. It gave Yoongi even more determination to talk to them, to work things out. He craved the normality that these boys brought him, even if they were just a prison gang of dangerous felons.
Yoongi took a deep inhale through his nose, and approached Hoseok. It took a few moments for the red head to notice the blonde, carefully doggy-earring the page he was on before shutting the novel and tossing it on the spot next to him.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Hoseok shined his signature smile, his lips curling into a perfect heart shape and his eyes squinting cutely.
“Yoongi, good evening~ How can I help you?” Hoseok said, scooting the book away and patting the space on the mattress next to him.
Wow, he actually fucking responded to me.
“Um, I have a question...” Yoongi murmured, cautiously sitting down next to the other male and crossing his legs tightly, the closed body language showing how uncomfortable the blonde truly was.
Where the hell did all that confidence go now?
“Did I—uh—Did I do something wrong? You guys haven’t been talking to me and I don’t know what I did—“ Yoongis sentence was cut off by a hiccup, only then did he realize he was crying. The blonde hurriedly wiped at the globs falling from his eyes and tried to make him myself look presentable again before anyone else noticed.
Everyone else noticed
The entire room was looking at him with expressions ranging from surprised to confused to maybe even satisfaction? Something dark was definitely brewing behind Jimin and Hoseok's eyes. Hell, Hoseok looked almost fucking predatory, and Yoongi could honestly say it simultaneously scared and excited him.
“It’s about time, you were a tough one to break. I love a challenge though, thanks baby.” Hoseok spoke, his voice dropping a couple octaves lower than what it was before.
“I knew you’d come crawling back like a needy little kitten soon~ I could tell you were the type the moment you first stepped in here.” Jimin said, inching closer and closer towards where Yoongi was seated. In fact, all of the boys seemed to be doing the same thing; the scene reminiscent of a pack of dogs finally circling around and closing in on a helpless cat.
“W-What? I don’t..” Yoongi whimpered, scooting farther away from the males and trying to squeeze into the corner of the bunk. Partly to hide his confusion, partly to hide his arousal.
Hoseok spoke then, “Such a cute little baby, so desperate for Bangtan to take care of him. You missed us, didn’t you? Stop hiding, come here.” Hoseok reached out a muscular arm towards the blonde, looking at the other expectantly.
Everyone else looked expectant as well. Waiting for Yoongi to scurry our from the corner like they knew he would. And Yoongi did, slowly sliding his ass back towards Hoseok on the bed, extending a shaky hand towards Hoseok's veiny one. The red head finally smiled at Yoongi's obedience, snatching his hand and tugging him closer, until Yoongi sat shoulder to shoulder with the other man.
Yoongi's entire face flushed bright red when Hoseok patted his right thigh semi-forcefully. Yoongi waited a couple seconds before moving to straddle the leader, his body moving from pure fear and sexual excitement.
He might’ve been liking this a little too much.
Yeah, he knew he was into intimidation and being dominated and exhibitionism and all that jazz, but it still always surprised him how reactive his body was to it. His frame trembled as he sat down on the mans thick thighs lightly, splaying his hands out on his own thighs. He didn’t really know what to do in this situation, to be honest. Yoongi just patiently waited for his next instruction, suddenly aware of the fact that all the boys had now fully closed in, the closest being Seokjin who was almost directly behind Yoongi.
“That’s a good boy,” Hoseok said out-loud, then leaning in to whisper, “You okay baby? Once I start, I’m not stopping. Neither will the other 5. Tell me now or forever hold your peace.”
Yoongis entire body shuddered at the low toned words, letting out a small desperate whine before snuggling his face into Hoseok's shoulder.
He didn’t know what he wanted. He felt safe with these boys, sure, but he had just met them literally 14 days ago. Did he really want to take them all now?
Yeah, he hasn’t been laid in a couple months, and yeah they were all extremely fucking attractive, but still. He was already worked up (so we’re the other 6), plus it would probably happen eventually if not now. Yoongi quickly weighed the pros and cons in his head, deciding what he wanted after a couple of minutes.
Yoongi nodded into Hoseok's shoulder.
“Yeah? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” The red head purred, Yoongi catching Namjoon humming in agreement.
“I want, I want to fuck you. I’m okay with it, I just, I want your cock. All of you.” Yoongi was surprised he could even complete the sentence, with Hoseok beginning to knead his ass through the jumpsuit.
Many of the boys cooed at Yoongi, Taehyung uttering a small “cute.” Hoseok seemed pleased with the response as well, smiling at the blonde before giving him a sharp smack on the ass. Yoongi gasped loudly.
“Aren’t you such a good little slut? It’s only been 14 days and you’re already begging for us to use you. Really that needy for cock?” Hoseok tugged Yoongi's hair back, causing the smaller male to whisper a curse and arch his back to accommodate the pull on his neck.
“What do you say? He asked you a question, kitten.” Taehyung spoke from somewhere behind him. The blonde could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yes i’m, ah, i’m needy, please— fuck, please, s-sir—“
“Sir?” Hoseok chuckled, still intensely grabbing at Yoongi's plush cheeks through the obnoxious fabric.
Yoongi could feel his entire body starting to heat up. His face was most defiantly bright red, and when Hoseok adjusted himself underneath the blonde, Yoongi noticed the fact that his cock was already half hard. The situation was overwhelming; the delicious mix of exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation and praise had him trembling in excitement.
He’d always fantasized about being the sub in a gangbang (though not necessarily in this setting), and was honestly over the moon about it. Still, Yoongi tried to stay as calm as he could, which was proving to be fairly difficult.
Hoseok released his hair, seemingly satisfied with the answer that the shorter boy provided. The same hands swiftly moved to unzip Yoongi's jumpsuit, picking him up like an owner does to a small pet, and slipping it all the way off. After Yoongi was reseated in the red-heads lap, Hoseok slipped one of his thick thighs in between Yoongi's thin ones and took his time removing the blondes white tank.
The boss was most definitely giving the other boys a show. Slipping the tighter garment off painfully slow, making sure to grope at every inch of flesh below Yoongi's hips. Two boys whistled once it was fully removed, and Yoongi caught Jimin whispering something in the youngests ear. Jungkook smiled in response, nodding in agreement to whatever was said originally.
All attention was refocused to the sight in front of them when Taehyung noticed that Yoongi had began rutting down against Hoseok's thigh, clenching and unclenching his fists around the redheads shirt. The small boy buried his face into Hoseok's shoulder, trying (and failing) to conceal his low whimpers.
What started as lazy hip movements had turned into hard, needy grinding, desperate for any friction he could get on his now fully hard cock. His sounds were growing in pitch and volume, precome creating a small wet patch in the front of his briefs. Yoongi only stopped when his head was forcefully pulled back again, this time by Namjoon.
“Gonna get off by rutting against the boss’ leg like a bitch in heat? Or are you gonna be a good toy and let us use you?” Joon growled, tugging the blonde strands one more time to make his point more clear.
Right when Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, Hoseok took the opportunity to bite down on Yoongi's jugular. He licked over the mark afterwards to sooth the wound, sucking on it momentarily before moving to another spot. In response, Yoongi let out a long, needy whine, beginning to rut against Hoseok again, despite what Namjoon said. Yoongi moves his eyes upwards to make contact with Namjoon, shaking his head briskly.
“No! I’m—I’m a good boy! I just, it feels so good and, I need, I need something—“
That statement snapped something in Hoseok, lifting Yoongi off of his lap by the tops of his thighs and throwing him to the tile floor. Yoongi let out a surprised yelp and the other boys seemed to anticipate it, stepping back to make room. The blonde was now completely exposed, from the fresh marks and blooming bruises on his neck to the tent in his briefs. Taehyung stepped forward first, swiping his thumb along Yoongi bottom lip while speaking.
“You are a good bitch, don’t worry. Just don’t make us impatient, okay? Your Hyung's don’t like to wait.” Taehyung said, rubbing his thumb along Yoongi's lip one more time before forcing the digit into his mouth.
Yoongi accepted the finger quickly, closing his lips around it and suckling on it like a baby does to a bottle. Taehyung let out a groan of satisfaction, pulling out and thumb and moving to tug down his sweats along with the boxers. Yoongi whimpered at the sight of Taehyungs fully hard dick, swallowing back his begs of desperation and instead looking to Taehyung for direction.
“Know how to use your mouth, cutie? Put that tongue to use.” Taehyung purred, stroking one hand through Yoongi's bleached locks before tugging his head closer.
The blonde started out with kitten licks to the tip, looking up at the younger male with half lidded eyes as he slid the flat of his tongue up the bottom of the shaft. Yoongi could feel Taehyungs thighs stutter when Yoongi's metal tongue stud rolled over a vein on the underside of his cock.
After a minute or two of simply slicking up Taehyung, Yoongi placed the tip in his mouth and sucked gently, dipping his tongue piercing into the slit to taste the salty precum that had collected there. When Yoongi began to slowly sink down the length, Taehyung lolled his head back and groaned lightly. The grip in the blondes hair tightened, which triggered a whimper from Yoongi.
Everything was going well. Yoongi hadn’t choked yet, and managed to completely take in Taehyungs cock while breathing through his nose.
Everything was going well until Taehyung decided to smash Yoongi's face into his pelvis and violently fuck his throat (without warning).
The result was Yoongi choking multiple times before Taehyung pulled out of his mouth, giving him a couple seconds to catch his breath before the younger male thrusted back in. Yoongi just took it, planting his hands firmly on the ground and focusing on breathing through his nose.
Yoongi loved giving head. Loved the feeling of having someone fuck his throat raw, fuck his throat until it was so sore it hurt to swallow.
And Taehyung was currently doing an amazing job of that, bucking his hips up into Yoongi's mouth at an almost animalistic pace, not giving him a second to rest. Drool was dripping on the ground from Yoongi's mouth, and extremely lewd, totally obscene squelching noises echoed through the cell.
Yoongi couldn’t help but let his eyes roll back into his head, moaning occasionally as Taehyung abused his mouth. The surrounding boys were all doing something to pleasure themselves; Namjoon palmed himself over his pants, Seokjin and Jeongguk already having their cocks out and Jimin trying his best to hold back. Hoseok was still sitting on the bed, licking his lips hungrily as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
When Taehyung came, he pulled out of Yoongi's mouth and bust his load over the blondes face. Strands of cum landed everywhere; cheeks, some over his nose, some on his lips, and a couple spurts on his forehead. Yoongi opened his mouth to catch as much as he could, running a thumb through the spunk on his cheeks and popping the digit in his mouth to suck it off. Taehyung cooed at him.
“Your mouth is fucking great, baby. I bet your pussy feels even better.” Taehyung growled, jerking the blondes chin up to look him in the eyes. The younger male spat in yoongis mouth, grinning at the olders surprised expression.
“Swallow it and say thank you. I gave you my cock, just like you wanted. So what do you say, bitch?”
“T-Thank you, Taehyu—“
Yoongi's sentence was interrupted by a sharp slap to the face, causing his pale cheek to sting and tears to well in his right eye. The area burned and Yoongi hiccupped, beginning to grind his hips in slow circles on the ground. He looked up at Taehyung, bottom lip tremoring as he desperately rutted against the ground.
“You don’t have the right to call me by my name, whore. You’ll call me, and the rest of us Sir, or even better, Hyung from now on, got it? We fucking own you.” Taehyung spat. Yoongi hurriedly nodded, whimpering quietly as his hips sped up.
“Are you seriously getting off on this? Stupid slut. You like it when we call you names? Degrade you? Is that how desperate you are to have your greedy cunt filled?” Hoseok hissed at Yoongi, Taehyung pushing Yoongi onto his back with his foot, a couple of the boys snickering at the shocked gasp it caused.
Hoseok stood up, making his way to Yoongi and tugging him onto his knees by his hair. Yoongi whined, clenching his eyes shut at the pain. Hoseok pushed the smaller male down onto his knees, so that Yoongi was on all fours on the ground.
The red-head then went behind the blonde, grabbing the waistband of his briefs and tugging them down aggressively, exposing Yoongi's bare ass and dripping erection. Yoongi released a shaky exhale, the cool air hitting his cock and causing chills to travel down his spine. He arched his back, showing off his plump ass to the other males and wiggling it suggestively.
Hoseok plopped onto his knees behind Yoongi, using his large palms to knead at the plush cheeks. Yoongi mewled when Hoseok smacked his ass, hard. The red hot sting was delicious, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.
“More..” Yoongi mumbled, trying to push his hips back against Hoseok's hands. He hung his head low, trying to avoid the hungry stares of the other boys; they all looked ready to devour Yoongi whole (not that he would mind).
Hoseok snickered, delivering two more harsh slaps to Yoongis ass before pulling his hands away and spitting over the blondes crack. The liquid traveled down and over Yoongi's entrance, the small boy mewling at the slick feeling. Hoseok laughed quietly, spitting in his palm and bringing his index finger to rub against Yoongi's rim. The boy whimpered silently, wiggling his hips. Hoseok smacked Yoongi's ass, harder then before.
“Stay fuckin' still, baby. Be a good bitch for me.” Hoseok growled, slipping a single finger inside of Yoongi.
The blonde whimpered in response, trying his very best to not rock back onto the digit. He knew he had to behave in order to get what he wanted, knew he had to be obedient.
But a part of him just wanted to flat out beg; get on his eyes and sob for them to just use him and fuck him and destroy him. He was already to close to breaking and he only had one finger inside of his ass.
One eventually became two, which eventually became three. Yoongi was a wiggling, shaking, whining mess by the time Hoseok inserted the third finger. The man pounded the digits in and out of the other male at a merciless pace, stopping to curl his fingers in a way that made Yoongi literally scream from the surprised pleasure of having his prostate jabbed dead on. He cried out pathetically, clenching his fists so tight it look like the skin on the knuckle might break open. He curled then arched his back, thighs quivering from the pleasure.
“Sir, I-I'm, I’m so cl-close—ah!—can I, ca-can I come? Puh-please, I need—mmph—ne-need to come!” Yoongi begged, unable to articulate an entire sentence without interrupting himself with a lewd mewl. He felt like such a whore; pre-cum pooling underneath his weeping cock, asshole being abused by only someone’s hand, and 5 other boys watching, all waiting their turn to absolutely destroy Yoongi.
It felt amazing.
Hoseok pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch, Yoongi unable to contain his sad whimper at the emptiness. Hoseok simply chuckled, dismissing Yoongi's protest with a sharp slap to his plush cheeks, kneading the pale flesh and smacking it again, harder.
“Hold yourself open for me, kitty. I wanna fuck your wet cunt, so I need you to be a good girl,” Yoongi's entire body shudders, “and hold your slutty hole open for me. Okay?”
The blonde nodded his head, reaching two shaky hands back and grasping his cheeks tightly before spreading them as wide as manageable, exposing his stretched asshole to the entire room. The position made it so that his entire upper torso was pressed to the cold tile ground, right cheek smushed up against it as well.
The position was fucking shameful and it made Yoongi so fucking excited. He anticipated all the bruises and scrapes that would litter his previously flawless skin the next day.
He was hoping that he could manage to stay conscious the whole time.
“Such a good bitch. Want my cock? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you. Beg for it, whore.” Hoseok spat, stroking his erection lazily. He dug his thumb through the slit, spreading the pre-cum collected on the digit down his whole shaft.
“S-Sir, please fuck me, please. I wa-wanna feel y-your huge cock in m-my, my pussy, puh-please, I want—I need your cock, m-my cunt is s-so empty, I w-want you to breed m-me, ple—“ Yoongi was cut of by a scream, the please morphing into a high pitched moan.
Hoseok completely bottomed out in the smaller man, barely giving him any time to adjust before pulling all the way out to the tip and slamming back in.
Yoongi released his ass, unable to keep his grip on the flesh. His body was sliding up and down on the tile, his cheek uncomfortably rubbing against the ground and causing a dull sting (which just added to his pleasure). The stretch burned; Hoseok had immediately started ramming into Yoongi with barely enough lubricant.
Not like he expected them to have lube in jail, but still. The dry slide made his rim burn, and the flesh around it was around puffy from the abuse of Hoseok's fingers. The red head had a bruising grip on Yoongi's slim waist, so hard that the blonde was certain he’d have handprint shaped marks there tomorrow.
It only took 4 or 5 expertly angled thrusts for Hoseok to find Yoongi's prostate, and he definitely knew when he did considering the immediate reaction. The blonde screamed (again) tears welling up in his eyes and dripping down his burning cheeks in fat globs. He allowed his jaw to go slack, tongue lolling out the side as he openly drooled onto the ground.
He felt like Hoseok was literally fucking out his brains; he couldn’t think of anything but more more more more more more.
“S-so good, holy fu-fuck, so good, s-so good—“ Yoongi slurred, chanting the same things over and over again like a fucking bible verse. His lower stomach shifted around in the sticky mess he made on the ground, the white hot pleasure pulsing throughout his entire body like molten lava.
He could feel the coil in his stomach winding tighter and tighter, his entire petite frame shaking violently as he neared his orgasm. Sweat dropped down his chin liberally and his blonde bangs stuck to his forehead. He looked at nothing in particular with half-lidded eyes, the eyeballs rolling back into their sockets after a series of brutal jabs straight into his prostate.
The sounds he released were absolutely sinful; screaming and moaning like he was being murdered, his own drool covering his chin as he cried, tears mingling with saliva and falling to the ground.
It was when Hoseok slapped his ass and dug his nails into Yoongi's right cheek that he came. He could feel blood prickling up from the spot where Hoseok clawed him, his own spunk sticking to his soft tummy and chest. Hoseok growled as yoongi clenched around him, the insanely tight walls around his cock sending him over the deep end.
He came with a snarl, leaning over Yoongi's body and sinking his teeth into the boys shoulder as he rode out his orgasm inside of him. Yoongi whined at the overstimulation, at the feeling of Hoseok's seed painting his abused walls. The redhead stayed nestled inside Yoongi for a couple moments before pulling out his softening cock, leaning back on his haunches to admire his work.
Yoongi's ass was gaping slightly, a line of hot cum running out and down the small males thigh. His ass was bright red from Hoseok's hips smashing against his, and blood dotted the top of one of his cheeks. Yoongi panted like he’s just finished running in the Olympics, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His mouth was still open, a gorgeous blissed-out expression painted on his face as he glanced around the room.
Taehyung and Jungkook were jacking each-other off, Taehyung's head tilted back and eyes closed in ecstasy while Jungkook stared at Yoongi with dark eyes, swimming with lust. Jimin's dick still wasn’t out, but he palmed himself through his pants, bottom lip looking swollen and red from biting it. Namjoon and Seokjin were both jacking off separately, Seokjin focusing on the head while Namjoon stroked with smooth flicks of the wrist. Hoseok stood up after giving Yoongi one more slap on the ass, smirking at Jimin and pointing towards Yoongi.
“Your turn, Jiminie. You’ve been such a patient boy.” Hoseok hummed, tucking himself back into his pants before taking Jimins spot in the circle.
Yoongi was still dazed, not yet noticing the new male stepping in front of him. Jimin crouched down, eyeing Yoongi momentarily before tugging his hair up and making eye contact with him.
Yoongi was definitely a sight to see; hair damp with sweat, nose running and eyes glossy with dried tears on his cheeks. He still had some cum in his hair and on his face from Taehyung's earlier treatment, and his lips were sucked and chewed raw and spit slick, chin wet with saliva. There was a faint red mark on the side of his face where he had been slapped.
Jimin hummed before getting back up, unexpectedly releasing Yoongi's hair and allowing his head to drop to the ground with a small bang. Yoongi groaned, pushing his head back up and looking behind his shoulder at Jimin, who was pulling down his sweats.
The shorter man definately wasn’t as well-endowed as Hoseok; his cock was much shorter and didn’t have the nice curve to it like Hoseoks. But goddamn did he have girth. He might’ve been shorter by an inch or two, but his cock was thicker than the red-heads.
Jimin caught him staring, smirking with half his lips and winking at Yoongi.
“Like what you see, baby? You just got fucked, but you still want more cock?” Yoongi hurried to nod his head, pushing out his ass towards Jimin to prove his agreement. The other blonde simply laughed, a cute, high-pitched giggle that Yoongi defiantly wasn’t expecting.
“Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” Jimin purred, using one hand to grip Yoongi's lower back and the other hand to reach forward and yank the males arm back, clenching his small palm around Yoongi's wrist tightly.
He slide in slowly (a sharp contrast to Hoseok's reckless fucking), watching as his cock slowly disappeared inside Yoongi's wet hole. He faced some resistance considering his girth, and Yoongi whimpered at the pleasant stretch of his rim because squeezed around another cock.
Once Jimin bottomed out, he reached forward with the hand previously on Yoongi's hip and grabbed the other arm, pulling Yoongi's torso off of the ground completely. The stretch in his shoulders was mildly unpleasant but still welcomed, because it introduced a new angle, Jimin's dick reaching even deeper than before and already brushing Yoongi's prostate.
His chest was exposed, and Taehyung took it upon himself to drop to his knees in front. He smiled a charming boxy smile before bringing two fingers to Yoongi's mouth, pushing at his lips and requesting a simple “Suck.” Yoongi obediently popped open his mouth, taking the digits into it and sucking diligently. He swirled his tongue around the long fingers like they were a fucking lollipop.
Taehyung hummed in contentment before popping them out of the small males mouth, and bringing them to his nipple. Yoongi keened as the younger male twirled his slick fingers around the hardened bud, rubbing in slow circles before pinching on the nub suddenly. Yoongi released a shaky breath as Jimin simultaneously pulled out. He thrusted back in calmly, moving his hips in tight circles to rub against Yoongi's prostate.
“Damn, you’re still so tight, even after taking Hoseok-hyungs cock. Your ass feels so fucking good around me.” Jimin praised, lazily pushing in and out of the other male, eyes still focused on the sight of his dick disappearing then reappearing.
Yoongi couldn’t hold back his begs, pleading for Jimin to finally move, to stop teasing him, to just fuck him.
Jimin giggled quietly, cooing at Yoongi's eagerness before sliding all the way out and slamming back in. Yoongi choked on a whine, clenching his eyes shut as Taehyung thoroughly marked up his chest and neck. The smaller male was half-hard again, cock stirring to life with every buck of Jimin's hips, pushing his thick cock deeper and deeper inside.
Jimin eventually matched Hoseok's previous pace, brutally ramming into Yoongi with practiced precision. Yoongi could feel himself getting dizzy, the overstimulation of just coming and being fucked again blissful yet painful. His eyes were open but unfocused, white clouding the sides of his vision. He moaned with every flick of Taehyung's tongue on his nipple and every harsh thrust of Jimin's cock.
“You getting close, baby? Wanna come?” Taehyung breathed close to the other males ear, his deep husky voice causing shivers to run down Yoongi's spine.
The blonde vehemently nodded his head, too fucked out to even formulate a sentence. He was drooling again, this time the saliva dripping onto his thin thighs and ultimately onto the ground. Yoongi could tell Jimin was getting closer as well, his hips were stuttering with each thrust and the precision he previously showed was replaced by rapid, sloppy thrusts.
It was embarrassing; Yoongi was nearing his second orgasm of the night and he’d only been through 3 out of 5 of the boys. He was probably gonna pass out, at this rate.
Jimin came with a high-pitched moan, busting his load inside of Yoongi just as Hoseok had before. Taehyung giggled, trailing his slender fingers down to Yoongi's lower stomach and rubbing around the area.
The older male was confused, glancing down to see exactly what the younger was doing. He gasped when he saw it; his stomach was bloated, the area protruding out more than it had previously. He was literally being bred, being filled up with so much cum that his stomach inflated. He couldn't help but moan at the sight.
Jimin dropped Yoongi's arms unexpectedly. He would've face-planted on the cold gray tile if Taehyung hadn't been there. Instead, the blonde's head plopped on Taehyung's shoulders, forehead nuzzled comfortably between his neck.
Sure, he was smearing spunk and drool and sweat all over the poor man's perfectly clean t-shirt, but it was comfortable.
Taehyung shrugged Yoongi off after a minute or two of peaceful silence; Yoongi catching his breath while the gang quickly determined who's turn it was next. The verdict seemed to be Seokjin.
Despite how many times Yoongi had stared at the pink-haired males face and studied every one of his features, he was still breathtakingly stunning. He might've even gotten prettier and prettier the more Yoongi studied him.
He didn't belong in a prison, he belonged on the cover page of Korean Vogue. Or on a commercial for some bougie perfume that smelled like roses soaked in Clorox and dish soap. Most defiantly not in a prison. The broad man noticed Yoongi's stare, glancing down to meet his eyes and smile. His bright eyes squinted into cute crescents, smile lines prominent but beautiful nonetheless.
"Hello, cutie. Can you get on all four's for me, baby? Hyung's gonna treat you." Seokjin said in a smooth voice, positioning himself behind Yoongi while the exhausted male assumed the position.
Goddammit, I was looking forward to seeing his face when he came.
Seokjin didn't even hesitate to slip three fingers inside Yoongi, the action surprising the blonde. He was expecting Seokjin to automatically dick him down like Jimin had before. Obviously, Jin had different plans in mind.
The man spent time scissoring Yoongi, pressing in as deep as possible to carefully massage the other male's over-sensitive prostate. His long fingers felt absolutely heavenly so deep inside of Yoongi's ass. Seokjin looked thoughtfully at Yoongi's loose rim, seeming to contemplate something before slipping another digit into the smaller boy.
Yoongi gasped at the intrusion. Jin faced little to no resistance, and Yoongi dug his teeth into his already raw bottom lip. He didn't think his voice could stand any more moans, his throat was already itchy.
Seokjin again focused on scissoring Yoongi open and relaxing his inner walls instead of violently thrusting his long fingers inside of Yoongi. The blonde liked both ways, but could say that this treatment allowed him to calm down. And he was calming down. Seokjin's gentle touches to the youngers thighs were soothing, soft gasps and mewls escaping him as the pink-haired man relentlessly massaged his prostate. He could feel his breath evening out, his heart stopping its rapid beatings, his muscles relaxing.
The relaxation was short lived.
Yoongi opened his mouth in a silent scream when the previously gentle Seokjin shoved his entire fist into Yoongi's asshole. He desperately clenched and unclenched around Seokjin's fucking wrist, trying to wiggle away from the uncomfortable stretch. The only result was Namjoon shushing him like a child, taking a spot in front of Yoongi and stroking his sweaty locks softly.
The blonde clenched his eyes shut and dug his teeth deeper into his lip, his needy whining seeming endless. He opened his mouth to beg (for what, he didn't know), but the plead faded into a squeal when Seokjin removed his hand, Yoongi's raw rim catching on the males prominent knuckles. He inhaled sharply when the broad-shouldered male shoved his fist back inside, Yoongi releasing a hoarse moan at the brand new sensation.
"So motherfucking loud," Namjoon sneered, "Bet the entire goddamn cellblock can hear your pathetic begging. You think they wanna fuck you too? Maybe we should invite 'em next time, not even take time to stretch your slutty cunt, just let all those bastards take you dry and rough like what you deserve. You'd probably enjoy it though, you pretty little cumslut. Looser than a $5 street whore around your Hyung's fist."
None of the boys even had time to laugh. To comment. They were all to shocked as they watched Yoongi's thighs tense up and cry out, his voice cracking halfway through his sobs. He was coming, coming dry and hard. Jin hissed at the pressure around his hand and Namjoon blinked in awe.
"Sh-Shit, I cant, I ca-can't take anymore..." Yoongi hiccupped, his small voice barely audible through his loud sobs. All 6 males looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, curiosity and worry and anticipating brewing behind their irises.
Seokjin was the first one to speak up, considering he felt to be the most appropriate one due to his current position.
"Take a breath, Yoongi." The male sighed when he heard his name being spoken in Jin's comforting tone. "Take a breath before we continue. You can take it baby, you're such a good boy. So obedient and willing for your Hyung's, such a good little baby boy. Okay? You're okay, kitten."
Yoongi felt what he could only describe as a purr bubble up from the back of his throat at Seokjin's sincere praise. He nodded his head hesitantly before speaking in his raspy, fucked out voice. "I-It's okay, Hyung. Bu-But I, uhm, have a r-request? B-Before we co-continue?"
Jin hummed, listening carefully to Yoongi's 'request.' It was the least he could do, honestly. He'd almost just caused the poor boy to pass out, but thankfully talked him down back to earth. Thankfully, because he's been waiting so long, so patiently to just fuck Yoongi. His cock was an angry shade of red due to his neglect, and he was just aching to breed the blonde. He knew Namjoon felt the same, and couldn't even imagine Jungkook's suffering.
He's still a kid, so he usually doesn't wait long and doesn't last very long either. The boy was probably close to crying out of frustration.
"I-I want," Yoongi licked his lips, slicking them up a little more than necessary," I want y-you and Joon to, t-to fuck me at th-the same time. Puh-please, so empty, need it, need you.." The boy trailed off, focusing his glazed over eyes on Namjoon's cock, hanging heavy between his legs and slick with pre-cum down the shaft from when he had been touching himself. He could feel himself drooling.
Namjoon groaned as he nodded his head, locking eyes with Seokjin. There seemed to be a silent agreement between them, so Namjoon stood up and grabbed Yoongi. He slipped his large palms under the smaller boy's armpits, lifting him easily and plopping him into Seokjin's lap.
The pink-haired male wrapped his hands around Yoongi's waist and licked a fat stripe up the side of previously marked up neck. He whimpered almost silently, beginning to beg again before Jin pulled away and finally, finally pushed inside. It felt amazing to be full again, and Yoongi was beginning to think he'd never be able to function without a cock in his ass again.
Seokjin knew that Yoongi didn't need any adjustment, so he immediately started bucking his hips upwards. Yoongi was so tired, that he just took it all, bouncing obscenely in Jin's lap like a ragdoll. He could feel Namjoon's presence behind him, arching his back to try and get any physical touch from the bodyguard.
5 minutes passed before Namjoon finally thrusted inside of him as well. A whimper choked off into a ragged cry, the stretch fucking glorious. The men synced their hips almost instantaneously, making Yoongi scream out in pleasure. He was crying again, and judging from the other sounds coming from the room, the other boys were jacking off again as well.
It took less than 6 thrusts for Seokjin and Namjoon to orgasm, Seokjin with a breathless whimper and Namjoon with a throaty groan. By the time they pulled out, Yoongi was gushing cum from his abused hole. Namjoon quickly took two fingers to plug up his asshole, beckoning Jungkook forward with the croak of his other hands fingers. The boy padded over to the scene like as overly-excited puppy, staring at Jin and Joon for further instruction with wide doe eyes.
"Kookie, eat it out of him. Make him cum from just riding your face."
Like clockwork, Jungkook dropped to his knees and shuffled over to Yoongi, laying down next to the blonde's violently tremoring thighs. He glanced at the male expectantly, soon realizing that Yoongi was too weak to move on his own. Seokjin pulled the boy up by the waist, positioning him over Jungkook's face.
Yoongi nodded weakly before Jin lowered him onto Kookie's face. Yoongi automatically whined, Jungkook easily slipping his tongue inside of the loose entrance. Yoongi didn't think he'd ever be tight again; he'd always have a fucking boy pussy under his clothes from this day forward. And the scary part is that he didn't even mind.
"Taste, Taste so good, baby-" Jungkook huffed in-between sucks on Yoongi's rim. He eagerly lapped up all the cum from inside Yoongi's cunt, growling into his ass with every taste of the boys cum and spit.
Yoongi rocked back and forth on the youngers willing tongue, mewling whenever the hot muscle jabbed inside and wiggled just right. He could see stars behind his eyelids, eyes rolling back and head sagging forward simultaneously. His toes curled as Jungkook eagerly ate the blonde's ass, digging in to his thighs with blunt nails like Yoongi was about to float away from him.
"Holy sh-shit, K-kook, kook, more, I ca-cant, I'm go-gonna-hnngh!" Yoongi came with a pathetic cry, slouching over Jungkook's head and rubbing circles into the boys scalp.
It took Jungkook a couple of minutes to finish as well, getting Taehyung to suck him off while Hoseok tended to his new toy. Yoongi had come more than he ever had before, his stomach was covered in his own spunk and sweat, some of the jizz drying uncomfortably on his thighs. His asshole gaped to the size of his own fist, which strangely excited him instead of disgusting him or making him actually scared.
Yoongi was cuddled up next to the Druglord minutes later, completely knocked out and sleeping as peacefully as a newborn baby on heavy horse tranquilizers. Hoseok rubbed comforting circles into the boy's hips, snuggling his face into Yoongi's bruise litter neck and shoulders as he fell asleep as well.
And Yoongi found himself anticipating what would happen next when he woke up next to Hoseok the next morning.
He definitely didn't have to worry about the dreaded prison boredom.