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Yoongi huffed in annoyance as he walked through wet streets. It had been another awful night at work, many clients complaining about cold food and slow service. You work for seven shifts straight and then you can complain, asshole.
Really, it was so lame. Yoongi shoves his cold hands deeper into the pockets of his leather jacket, while it made him look badass, it didn’t shield him from the cold night. He hurried passed crowded clubs and closing stores into the more high-end part of Busan.
Pristine stores and restaurants that stayed open past midnight, to accommodate the ever-busy lives of the wealthy. Yoongi chuckled mischievously as he searched for slightly empty restaurants that were still serving big amounts of food. He has learned that those restaurants were usually rented out by someone with a lot of money.
Now, Yoongi wouldn’t steal or anything of the sort but he would let himself enjoy the fine dining that the gatherings would offer him for free. He had learned from previous experiences, that if you walked into a place with confidence, like you were meant to be there, no one would question you.
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Yoongi spotted a small gathering in one of the most expensive places of Busan. A restaurant that was highly praised in the local news. He could see six men walk in and being greeted by a host through the spotless glass windows. Then the group was taken to a closed-off room.
The first time he had done this, well, he had been a ball of anxiety. He was dared by some drunk colleagues to enter one of the places that had been hosting a bachelorette party. Yoongi wouldn’t have normally compiled but he had his own share of drinks that night. The good mood and hazy muddled thoughts had overwhelmed his anxiety.
He had come out with free food, more drinks, and a few numbers from drunk girls. It had been fun.
It had become a thing he would do every once in a while. Crash some wealthy person's party, have fun, and leave without much trouble.
Yoongi let his face settle and pushed through the front of the restaurant.
“Sir, are-“
“I’m with the six men.” Yoongi interrupted, his expression emotionless. He felt a little guilty for being rude to the women but he had to eat. It sucked being piss poor sometimes.
“Of course. This way.” The woman led him to the closed-off room without any apprehension. Regardless of the fact, the other men had been wearing suits and high-end clothes while Yoongi wore ripped jeans and a well-worn leather jacket. She opened the door of the closed-off room for him and allowed him to walk through.
Yoongi lazily walked in, his feline eyes taking in the men who looked up for a second only to get back to their business. Chatting and making future business partners, Yoongi assumed.
He sat between a tall man with broad shoulders and plump lips and another tall muscled man with a youthful face. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, a glass of red wine already in his hand, and looked around the room.
Every single man in the room was handsome. All young and chattering quietly as they ate their food.
Yoongi looked over to his right, the broad man with pretty lips was speaking to another with curly hair and sultry eyes. “Did the shipments arrive well?”
“Yes. I would have let you know if they hadn’t. You know I don’t play games like Jimin does, Jin.”
Jin gave the man a small smile, “It never hurts to ask, Taehyung.”
Yoongi looked towards his left, his wine glass now empty. He reached for a plate of food and took a bite, fucking delicious. Yoongi studied the muscled man as he spoke to one with glasses.
“Namjoon, would you mind sending me a file of the person who was messing with your products last time?”
Namjoon looked slightly surprised. “Why? Have they been messing with the Jeons?”
“I’m afraid I have a mole problem. I need to take care of it before it becomes bigger. I think they may have known yours.”
Yoongi furrowed his brows, how the fuck would one mole know another? Couldn’t he just call an exterminator or some shit?
“I’ll send you the files later tonight, Jungkook.”
Yoongi simply shook his head and grabbed the now full glass of red wine. He took a sip and looked towards the men sitting across from him.
A man around his height caught his eyes, giving Yoongi a flirty look. Yoongi ignored him and glanced at the man sitting beside him, he was the only one with a bright smile.
“Jimin, don’t flirt with property that isn’t yours.” The man chastised with a friendly smile.
Jimin gave him a playful smile, “Oh, does he belong to you, Hoseok?”
Hoseok let out a chuckle, “Of course not! If he were mine, he’d be tied to my bed. A cute little thing like him wouldn’t be allowed out in the open.”
Jimin giggles and stared at Yoongi. Yoongi settled in his chair with discomfort.
“Then who does he belong to?”
Yoongi through his head back and gulped the rest of the alcohol. His insides churning with anxiety.
“Maybe Jin? He does like pretty things, especially if they turn pink easily.”
Yoongi stood and headed towards the door with the same lazy walk he had entered with.
“Who does the twink belong to?” Jimin asked loudly.
Yoongi bit his lip, anxiety crawling up his throat. He had never been caught before.
Six different voices casually called out, “Not mine.” Before a hush settled across the room.
Yoongi gulped and tried opening the door before it was forcefully shut close with a loud bang, making him let out a squeak.
His wide feline eyes traveled up to the big hand that had slammed the door shut and towards Taehyung, who was hovering over him.
“Who are you?” His gaze was penetrating. It made Yoongi’s breath catch in his throat.
“Min Yoongi.” Why the fuck is he so intimidating?!
“Min Yoongi, who do you belong to?”
Yoongi looked at him with confusion, unable to mask his emotions any longer. He turned to look at the other men. “Belong to?”
“Yes. Who owns you? Whose property are you?” The man whispered close to his ear. Yoongi shivered. He let out a disbelieving scoff.
“What the fuck are you all talking about? I don’t belong to anyone! I’m a human just like you! The fuck is wrong with you?” Yoongi turned to open the door but Taehyung's weight wouldn’t let him open it.
Yoongi let out a nervous laugh and turned back to look at the others. They all wore emotionless masks. Hoseok wasn’t smiling anymore, his face cold.
“Look, I was crashing the party to get some free food and alcohol. I can pay you all back! I swear, just let me go. Seriously, no need to act all scary.”
Yoongi swallowed when Jimin let out a giggle, his face warming up with his smile. “So you’re just an average guy? Do you know who we are? Where do you work?”
“Um, yeah? I don’t know who you are. I work at a restaurant a few streets down…”
Jimin turned to look at Namjoon. “Is he telling the truth?”
Namjoon nodded, his eyes leaving his phone screen, “Min Yoongi, dropped out of university because he couldn’t pay his tuition, works in a restaurant as a waiter. He lives alone with a puppy named Holly and has no family living in Korea.” He set his phone down.
Yoongi gasped, “How the fuck did you know that?!”
Namjoon shrugged, “It’s all on the internet. Nothing the public doesn’t already know. It’s a matter of gathering everything.”
“Who are you?” Yoongi was trapped.
“Nobodies. Nothing that pretty head of yours should worry about.” Jimin smiled. He stood and sauntered over to Yoongi’s shaking form.
Yoongi tried to pull away from Jimin’s hand that sought out to caress his face. He watched as the Jimin turned to the others with a coy smile, “He’s so cute. It would be a shame if he wasn’t used properly.”
“W-What?” Yoongi pulled away harshly and hit the back of the locked door.
“Well, little Yoongi, nothing is free in this world. It’s only fair after you ate our food, drank our alcohol, and wasted our time.” Jimin smirked.
“Don’t scare the twink.” Hoseok laughed.
“I wouldn’t mind. He’s really a pretty thing.” Jin shrugged.
Yoongi shrunk into himself, eyes stinging with fear.
“He’s cute,” Jungkook mumbled.
Namjoon just nodded his head.
“And Taehyung?” Asked Hoseok.
“I want to fuck him.”
Jimin laughed and slung an arm over a shivering Yoongi.
“You’re ours now.”
Yoongi didn’t expect the night to go the way it was going now. He was afraid and unable to react from the sudden turn of events.
It wasn’t until Jimin was pushing him onto the table after Jungkook had thrown everything off, that he reacted.
“What the fuck?!” Yoongi pushed Jimin's hands away, making him roll his eyes and look over Hoseok. Hoseok grinned and held Yoongi’s hands still.
“Stop!” Yoongi screeched and tried to kick Jimin.
Jimin huffed and slapped Yoongi across the face, making him go still.
“Be a good boy and stay still. You’re going to be fucked by all of us regardless. Might as well enjoy it, right?”
Yoongi could feel his tears fall down his reddened cheeks as he let Jimin take his shoes and pants off.
“Aw, you look so pretty pouting,” Hoseok spoke. He leaned down and gave Yoongi a tender kiss, making Yoongi’s heart seize in confusion.
“Take his jacket off. And shirt.”
“You’re so demanding, Jimin.”
Yoongi looked around the room, seeing Taehyung take pictures, Jungkook filming on his phone, Namjoon and Jin chatting as if nothing was happening.
Yoongi let out a sob when he was left in his underwear. Trying to close his thighs as Jimin pried them open with a grin.
“You’re really pretty, Yoongi.”
Yoongi could hear his heart beating in his ears as Jimin tore his underwear off, letting out a cry when Jimin giggled.
“Yoongi has a boy pussy! It’s so cute!”
The rest of the men got up to take a closer look. Jin gave Yoongi a surprised look. “You’re so wet. You like what’s happening to you right now, Yoongi? Jimin hasn’t even touched you yet.”
Yoongi sobbed and tried pulling his legs close to him to no avail.
Jimin forcefully opened his legs and gave Yoongi’s thighs an open mouth kiss, his eyes widening when Yoongi’s cute pussy let out a small amount of squirt.
“The dirty slut loves it.” Hoseok laughed, bending down to kiss Yoongi on his pouty mouth.
Yoongi felt more wetness squirt from himself as Jimin traced kisses up his inner thighs, making the milky skin turn a light red. He felt rough palms hold his thighs apart, he opened his eyes to see Jungkook staring at him.
Yoongi let out a moan when Hoseok pulled his jaw down and slid his tongue inside. He let out a high pitched whine when Jimin licked inside his folds and sucked at his clit.
He tried to close his legs but Jungkook held them wide open and watched him intently as he cried from pleasure and humiliation.
Yoongi shouldn’t feel good, he should feel turned on at the fact that these men were taking advantage of him. Shouldn’t feel wet at the fact that Taehyung was taking photos or that Namjoon and Jin were staring at him with their hands down their pants. He shouldn’t feel like blushing from the way Jungkook was staring at him or for the way that Hoseok was placing kisses all over him. But he did feel good.
Hoseok pulled Yoongi down so he lay flat on the table. He took out his cock and grinned at Yoongi. “If you even dare to bite me, I’ll cut your tongue off.”
Yoongi opened wide, the threat ringing in his ears as Hoseok stuck his cock inside his mouth. It was salty and made a weird sensation of comfort settle in Yoongi’s chest.
Hoseok thrust in and out slowly, picking up speed until he could see Yoongi’s throat bulge. Yoongi tried not to choke at the constant stream of precum. His breathing was becoming labored from Hoseok’s cock and Jimin’s pleasured licks.
Yoongi let his tears fall, allowing himself to accept the pleasure and situation.
Jimin stepped back, his chin dripping from Yoongi’s wetness. He tasted amazing.
Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, silently asking for permission to fuck Yoongi. Jimin had technically claimed him first after all.
Jimin grinned and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Have at him.”
Jungkook immediately took his hardened cock out and shoved two fingers into Yoongi’s cunt.
Yoongi gasped from the sudden intrusion, a pained groaned leaving his stuffed mouth.
Hoseok suddenly came when Yoongi gasped, cum filling the inside of his throat. Yoongi swallowed it the best he could, yet still choked on the fluids, his face becoming red.
Jungkook fucked his fingers into Yoongi as the smaller man tried not to choke. “You look so pretty.”
Yoongi looked up at Jungkook through his tears, cum and spit dripping from his swollen mouth.
Jungkook picked up Yoongi as if he were a rag doll and placed him on his lap as he sat on the table and placed his cock at the entrance of Yoongi’s pussy.
“Wait! It’s my first time-“ Jungkook thrust up into Yoongi, making him moan with a wet cry.
Jungkook placed his hands on Yoongi’s small waist and bounced him on his huge cock.
Yoongi sobbed and wrapped his hands around Jungkook’s shoulders.
Taehyung set his phone down and walked behind Yoongi and Jungkook, sliding his pants off and making Jungkook stop bouncing Yoongi. He traced around Jungkook’s cock and Yoongi’s folds with his fingers, letting Yoongi’s wetness soak his fingers. He traced the wet digits around Yoongi’s rim and slowly inserted his finger in and out.
Yoongi cuddled close to Jungkook’s neck, sobbing out a broken cry, “Please- be gentle…my first time…”
Taehyung smirked and roughly fucked into Yoongi after working three fingers in, the pained yet pleasured mewls making him horny.
Jungkook finally continued to move Yoongi on his and Taehyung’s cock. Bouncing him until he was a crying and moaning mess. Yoongi could feel new bruises forming from Jungkook’s tight grip on his waist.
Yoongi was tired when Taehyung and Jungkook finished with him. They laid him down on the hard table like a forgotten toy, bored after using it.
Namjoon had used him after, though he had already came from the show alone, he had decided to show Yoongi how great it was by jacking off on his exhausted body.
Jin was the only one left.
Yoongi wanted to sleep, wanted to go home, shower, cry, and then snuggle with Holly. He wanted to forget the awful night. Wanted to forget how good they made him feel.
“I want to take him home.” Jin had finally spoken after a while, eyes on Yoongi’s form on the table. He had curled into himself.
“No, he’s mine.” Jimin sneered.
“He isn’t anybody. Well, technically he’s all of ours. Don’t lie, we all want him. He’s a pretty toy.”
“He’s right. I want him too.” Namjoon spoke up.
Jimin growled. “Fine! Take him to your home, but he’s mine after tomorrow.”
“He’s mine the day after.” Hoseok grinned. “Our personal little cockslut.”
Jin stood and half hazardly dressed Yoongi before taking him into his arms. He wasn’t going to wait until the rest changed their minds once again.
“Later.”
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Jin left the restaurant with a smile and Yoongi in his arms.
They arrived at Jin’s home after half an hour.
Yoongi let Jin take him a bath, he was unable to move without feeling icky and sore. Yoongi laid in bed, unmoving, as Jin dressed him in lace panties and a big shirt.
He stared at the ceiling in Jin's room, listening as Jin took a shower, His eyes closing shut every once in a while.
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Yoongi turned to look at Jin as he stepped out of the restroom with only a pair of underwear on. His broad shoulders, abs, and small waist on display. Yoongi stared at the black ink that crawled up Jin’s hip.
“What does that mean?” His voice came out raspy.
“It’s my pledge to my people.”
“What people?”
Jin gave Yoongi a look, “The people I order around.”
Yoongi gulped, “You’re a gang leader? You and the rest?”
“Gang leader, Mafia boss, tomato, tomatoe.” Jin shrugged and settled beside Yoongi, pulling him close to his wide chest.
“I won’t be able to go back home, will I?” Yoongi asked quietly into the darkroom.
“Nope. You’re our property now.”
Yoongi cried into Jin’s chest.
“Don’t worry, pretty boy. We’ll take care of you and everything.”
Yoongi cried harder, “Can I at least get Holly?”
“Your dog?”
Yoongi nodded, trying to calm down. Jin let out a sigh, “Fine.”
Yoongi gasped in relief, “Thank you! Thank you!” It took some time until he fell asleep.
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Yoongi woke up to four fingers inside his wet pussy, a moan escaping his pouting mouth before he realised what was going on.
“Stop! No!” Yoongi pushed against Jin’s chest with little effort, seemingly already accepting what was going to happen to him for the rest of his life with the six men.
Jin covered Yoongi’s mouth, “Don’t be annoying. If you aren’t going to moan then shut up.”
He uncovered Yoongi’s mouth and gave it a delicate kiss. Yoongi stared at Jin with awe, his cheeks blushing at the sudden display of affection.
Yoongi sniffled and let his arms fall against his chest. Jin smirked and lifted Yoongi’s shirt up, revealing his perky nipples and tummy.
Jin lifts Yoongi’s legs up onto his shoulders and lets his tongue enter Yoongi’s pussy, tracing the folds and clit, and tasting the wetness.
Yoongi let himself moan and gasp, his arms staying close to his chest, scrunching the shirt as to stop himself from tangling his hands into Jin’s hair.
Jin lets Yoongi’s hips fall and settle between his legs, Jin’s cock ready to enter Yoongi.
“Heard you saying something about first times when Jungkook fucked you. What were you trying to say?”
Yoongi whines as Jin glides his cock on his folds. “I- was a virgin.”
Jin grinned, “We took your virginity?” He snaps his hips and enters Yoongi, making him squeal.
“Y-yeah.” Yoongi sniffled and rubbed his palms against his sore eyes, they were probably red from all the crying he was doing.
“You liked it didn’t you? Liked the way Jimin ate you out and the way Hoseok fucked your mouth.”
Yoongi shook his head, a sob breaking through the air once again, ”No!” He tried to push Jin away.
“Of course you did, Yoongi.” Jin snapped his hips against Yoongi’s, increasing his pace. “You loved the way Jungkook and Taehyung took you. Loved it when Namjoon came on you and you love it now. Love how I’m treating you.”
Yoongi shook his head, “I don’t- no!”
Jin covered Yoongi’s pale throat with his hand, giving it a light squeeze. Yoongi gasped and tried to pull Jin’s large hand away.
Jin leaned down and kissed Yoongi’s tears away. “This is how it’s supposed to feel, pretty.”
“Wh- what?” Yoongi moaned when Jin fucked into him at a different angle.
“Yeah, that’s what sex is. It’s what love is.” Jin kisses Yoongi’s pouty lips and rubbed his nose against Yoongi’s button one.
“Love?”
“Mhmm.” Jin squeezed his hand harder on Yoongi’s neck, relishing in the way that Yoongi’s face reddened and his lips parted. He let go.
Yoongi took a deep breath, huffs of pleasure leaving him, “You love me?”
Jin looked down at Yoongi, his cheeks red and tears running down his face, so pretty. He pistoned into Yoongi, cuming in him after Yoongi’s pussy let out a squirt, warm and sticky.
Yoongi whined, his arms reaching to pull Jin down when he didn’t slow down after cuming inside him.
“Of course, Yoongi. No one will love you like we do. We took your virginity. You're ours now. We'll take care of you.”
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Yoongi knew something was wrong. The way they took advantage of him. The way they claimed him like some toy. But… but they loved him. And no one had ever loved him before. Not his family. Not his ‘friends’.
“No one loves you, Yoongi. Only me and the guys. We’re the only ones who will ever love you. You understand?” Jin whispered calmly into Yoongi’s ear, still inside him.
“Yes.” Yoongi snuggled close to Jin. “Only you and the guys… a- and Holly right?” Yoongi’s voice wavered.
Jin nodded and let Yoongi hug him.
It wasn’t until after Jin bathed him and dressed Yoongi in a pair of lace panties, a white skirt, and a pink sweater that they met up with the others.
Yoongi didn’t like the skirt, it was too short and revealing.
“I like you dressed this way. So you’ll dress how I want you too. Because I’m the only one that loves you.” Jin had hugged him close after Yoongi stopped struggling.
“You look pretty,” Jungkook told him, flipping his skirt up without hesitation. Yoongi whined and pulled away, only to be stopped by Jimin.
“Let us see. Be a good boy.” Jimin held his wrist in one hand and flipped his skirt up.
He giggled and gave Yoongi’s cheek a kiss, “I would have left you without underwear so that I could fuck you whenever and wherever I wanted to.” He mumbled into Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi shivered but stayed still. Letting Jungkook and the others stare at him.
“Someone needs to get his dog,” Jin commanded.
“Why?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi twisted and looked at Taehyung in panic, “Please! I’ll do whatever you want! But I want Holly! Please-“ Yoongi sobbed hysterically.
Taehyung smirked at him. “I meant, we can just send one of our men to get the dog. But I’ll take you up on your offer.”
Yoongi sagged into Jimin, “Thank you…”
“I have meetings all morning. I’ll let you suck me off through every single one. And if you're good, I’ll even let Holly meet my puppy.”
Yoongi nodded and followed Taehyung when he motioned him over, giving the others a smirk. “Later, fags.”
Taehyung threw an arm over Yoongi, “We’ll have so much fun, pup. I’ll train you like the pretty bitch you are.”
Yoongi swallowed and looked up at Taehyung’s handsome face. “Because you love me, right?” He asked in a small voice.
Taehyung looked at him in surprise. “Love you?”
Yoongi gulped down the knot forming in his throat. “Yeah…”
Taehyung smirked, “We can call it that if you want.”
Yoongi sniffled and wiped his tears away, “Yes please.”