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Jungkook is a good boy. He’s always been a very good boy; listened to his parents, kept his grades up, ate his vegetables and everything. He always tried his best to be good and kind. Sure, he isn’t perfect. He cusses sometimes, he stays up late sometimes, but he’s not bad. He’s far from bad.
So why, why, why, was he getting punished like this now?
There’s a blindfold over his eyes, and he’s bent over some kind of bar that’s forcing him into an embarrassing position that leaves him fully exposed. He’s not even wearing anything, can’t remember when his clothes had been taken off. Cold metal is pressed against his cheek, hands and feet bound in a way that forces him to spread his legs, and he can feel what seems to be the rumbling movement of a vehicle on the road. A far cry from how he’d ever thought his day would go.
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It started out with something like this;;
His hyungs had invited him to study at the university’s library. Biology was kind of hard, and Namjoon-hyungie, who was a grad student, was so wonderful and intelligent, and had offered to help tutor Jungkook. Seokjin and Taehyung weren’t in the same course but wanted to tag along, too, in case they could be of any help.
Jungkook didn’t know the three of them all that well, even after about six months of starting uni, but they were the closest thing to friends he’d had since moving away from home, moving into a big city full of unfamiliar people. It’s not like they weren’t trustworthy, either-- Seokjin did spend a lot of weekends cooking dinner for him after all, and often insisted on sending him home with leftovers, Namjoon walked to class with him often, and Taehyung liked playing video games with him occasionally. So naturally he had sought comfort in their presence.
When he’d gotten to the library, the trio was already waiting for him, seemingly more than eager to help Jungkook study. Jungkook thought it was incredibly sweet of them to be so happy to help. He's so lucky to have three amazing, totally trustworthy hyungs.
Though he hadn’t quite anticipated feeling so… overwhelmed by their presences.
Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung were very handsome men. And even if Jungkook wasn’t exactly attracted to guys (or was he? He never thought about it anyway), he would have to be blind to not notice how attractive they were.
Namjoon was so cool in Jungkook’s eyes, so strong and capable. Seokjin was extremely caring and tender, but in a certain type of domineering way. Taehyung was just… intimidating, but somehow softened around Jungkook. All three of them at once, together, in such close proximity, sent Jungkook in a bit of a tizzy.
“Hi, Kookie.” Seokjin had cooed once Jungkook took a seat next to him. “I brought you some hot chocolate. You might need it with how Joonie here tends to teach.”
Jungkook let out a small giggle-- a giggle, because apparently Seokjin just had a way of bringing out that side of him-- , and took a sip from the paper cup. “I’m sure Namjoonie-hyung isn’t that bad. Are you?” He looks at Namjoon, and the dimples on the other man’s cheeks make Jungkook want to reach out and poke them.
“It depends on if you’re a good student.” Namjoon already has some notes out, which reminds Jungkook of what he was here for in the first place.
“Kookie would be the best student.” Taehyung pipes in from where he’s sitting next to Namjoon, across the table. “Look at him, doesn’t he seem like a good boy to you?”
Jungkook flushes from the praise, and from how their gazes seem to be burning into him. It felt heavy and dark, almost. Like something was bubbling beneath the surface of their stares. A smaller, deeper part of him enjoys the attention, wants their eyes on him at all times no matter the circumstance, and before he can acknowledge that feeling, Namjoon is already flipping through his notes and shifting Jungkook’s focus.
“So, let’s start with…”
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Time went by, and Jungkook had descended slowly into a floaty state of mind. Namjoon was talking in a smooth, dulcet tone, like honey was dripping from his mouth, but Jungkook couldn’t process what he was saying at all. Not when Taehyung’s hand felt so warm from where he was rubbing ever-so-gently at the nape of Jungkook’s neck. Not when Seokjin had pulled Jungkook halfway onto his lap already, cooing softly and occasionally helping Jungkook take sips of his hot chocolate.
Jungkook isn’t sure if this is appropriate behavior for a library, but any coherent thought that pops up goes away, like sand falling through his fingers. He figures, if they haven’t gotten kicked out yet, then it must be fine.
It’s fine that he’s practically nestled in someone’s arms; a friend’s arms-- but not someone he knew all that well. It was totally fine.
“Are you even paying attention, Kookie?” Namjoon brings him down to earth just a bit, and Jungkook tries to open his half-lidded eyes a little wider to meet Namjoon’s gaze. He hadn’t even realized he was falling asleep.
A noise gurgles from Jungkook’s throat as he tries to speak. “Mhm, I am.” Jungkook says lamely. It was a blatant lie, yet Namjoon just smiles at him.
“Poor baby has been trying to listen. Namjoon gets so boring sometimes, doesn’t he?” Taehyung moves his hand to brush the hair from Jungkook’s forehead.
“You work so hard, little one.” Seokjin finally pulls Jungkook into his lap, fully, and Jungkook lets him, feeling boneless and weightless. “Finished all your hot chocolate too. Such a good boy.”
Jungkook looks up at all of them, glassy-eyed and a bit dizzy. He really wants to sleep, all of a sudden. He likes Namjoon, appreciates how he offered to tutor, but Taehyung wasn’t wrong about him sounding a bit boring sometimes.
Namjoon stands and goes over to them, gently cupping Jungkook’s cheek. “Are you tired, dove?” He coos. “I didn’t mean to bore you that much.”
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook feels a bit bad-- and feels more and more tired. “I just- I feel tired, maybe I didn’t sleep enough.” Even if he’d slept for a full eight hours.
“S’okay, baby.” Seokjin smiles down at him. “You wanna sleep?”
Jungkook responds with a slow nod, eyelids already falling shut.
“Sleep for now, then. Hyung’s got you.”
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And that’s all he can remember before waking up like this. Naked, cold, and absolutely terrified. Were his hyungs okay? Did they get hurt? Were there in here, too? There were so many questions flitting around in his head, it was overwhelming. He was so scared, so helpless. Were these people going to hurt him?
The thoughts make him want to cry-- so that’s exactly what he does. Tears dampen the cloth tied around his eyes, and he tries to cry as silently as he can. The sounds of whatever vehicle he was in cover up whatever small sounds he makes, but.
Against his will, a loud whimper erupts from his throat.
“He’s awake?”
The voice sounds a bit familiar, but Jungkook is still too disoriented to put a finger on it.
Jungkook squeaks when he feels a hand grasp at his lower leg, jumping in fright. The binds keep him from moving too far.
“Yeah, little baby is awake. Hi, darling.” The hand travels further up his leg, and Jungkook lets out another whimper.
“Please,” He says. “Don’t touch me, please let me go.”
There’s a laugh that sounds a bit far away. “We haven’t even started and he’s already begging.”
“I-I-- who are you? Where are my hyungies? Where are you taking me?”
The hand continues further up his leg, and Jungkook tries to squirm away from the touch. It doesn’t stop until it reaches his inner thigh, and it pulls it in a way that makes his legs spread a bit more.
“Do your hyungs know that you have a pussy, darling?”
At this, Jungkook winces.
“D-don’t say that.”
“Don’t say what?” The voice says mockingly. “You don’t want me to talk about you having a pussy?” With that, the hand cups him down there. It’s big, and oh so warm against his cold, exposed cunt. Jungkook shudders.
“Y’know, we all thought you were a boy. With these muscles and all.”
“I am a boy.” Jungkook insists, sniffling loudly. An ugly feeling curls in his gut. He feels a bit angry now, wants to break out of his ties and physically fight whoever had taken him, whoever was talking to him now. But he can’t, and that frustrates him to no end. For a second he forgets how afraid he is, how dangerous the situation is. “I’m a boy even if I have a…” He trails off.
The person lets out a small chuckle. “Okay, baby. You are a boy. A boy with the prettiest pussy in the world.” As if to accentuate their statement, their fingers begin to pet gently at Jungkook’s clit, just barely, making Jungkook squirm again.
Another voice, this time. “Don’t play with him too much, hyung. Gotta keep him untouched for later.”
A laugh, then the hand pulls away, making Jungkook sag in relief.
“You’re right. Are we almost there?”
“Just half an hour away.”
And with that, the vehicle falls silent.
Jungkook dreaded arriving wherever they were going.
----
When Jungkook wakes up again, he’s still blindfolded, still unaware of where he is.
“He looks good, doesn’t he?” Namjoon says.
“Like a work of art.” Taehyung murmurs in agreement.
Jungkook had not a single idea of how he’d fallen into their trap, still unaware that his three hyungs had been the ones to tie him up and take him to god knows where.
They watch as Jungkook struggles against his ropes. This time he’s tied up with his hands to bedposts, lower legs and thighs tied together and spread wide as he’s laying faceup, baring everything to their hungry eyes.
Finding out that their little Jungkookie had a pussy was an unexpected, yet totally welcome surprise.
“Please let me go,” Jungkook begs again. “I won’t tell anyone what you did, just please--”
Seokjin raises a hand and hits Jungkook’s thigh, making the younger one cry out in pain. He always liked it when they begged, but today he was feeling particularly mean. “Shut up.” He reaches to tug Jungkook’s hair, making the boy cry out once more.
“Don’t be so mean to the baby,” Taehyung’s hands trail up and down Jungkook’s thighs, feeling the soft skin. “He hasn’t been touched at all, you know. Still pure and all that. Probably doesn’t even know what we’re about to do to him.”
“Wha-- what?” Jungkook whimpers. “What are you going to do?”
Dread fills Jungkook’s stomach as hands gently trail up his stomach and to his nipples, tweaking roughly at the nubs. “You’ll see, dove.” Taehyung murmurs, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
The thought of these strangers doing things to him makes Jungkook want to cry again-- so he does, and squirms frantically, trying to get away from all the hands grasping at him. Anxiety rises in his throat, tiny sobs slipping from his mouth as he futilely tries to get them to stop touching him. “Stop it, stop it, please--” He chokes out. “I don’t want it, I don’t want it!”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you’ll be okay.” Namjoon tries to soothe the boy. He lifts a hand to wipe away the dampness on his cheeks, cooing at how the blindfold was soaked with tears. “Just be a good boy for us, and you’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want it!” Jungkook wails, becoming more and more distressed by the second. He doesn’t understand why they had to do this, why this was happening to him. The hands felt so gross on his skin. He wanted it to stop.
Namjoon’s wet fingers travel between Jungkook’s legs, rubbing gentle but firm circles to his clit.
“ Stop! Stop touching me there, please, please stop--” Jungkook is cut off by Seokjin’s palm cracking against his cheek, and he cries more.
“You’re being a brat, Jungkook.” Seokjin chides, as if this entire situation was consensual.
“I’m being a brat?!” Jungkook hisses, delirious and absolutely terrified. He’s so angry, too. “You kidnapped me, you took me away from my hyungs, and you keep t-touching me when I told you to stop!”
The fingers press more insistently on Jungkook’s clit.
“Fucking-- stop, just stop, stop--”
“When you stop struggling, it’ll be so much better for you.” Taehyung leans forward to suck briefly on a nipple, grinning as Jungkook arches his back. “Don’t you want to be good for us?”
“Noooo,” Jungkook’s anger dissolves and settles once again into cold fear, slowly realizing that there was no way he was getting out of this. “Please stop, I just wanna go home.”
He feels a pair of plush lips on his--Seokjin--, and cries harder. “You taste so sweet, little one.” Seokjin coos at him. “If you behave for us I won’t have to hurt you.”
“But you’re already hurting me,” Jungkook sobs in between Seokjin’s soft pecks. “I told you I don’t want this, I want my hyungs, please take me back…”
Namjoon’s steady pace between his thighs pays off. Jungkook starts getting wet, unable to stop his own arousal. His hips instinctively move up into the stranger’s fingers, chasing the feeling. “Ah, he likes it.” Namjoon murmurs, quickening his pace.
“N-no--” Jungkook gasps, and Seokjin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook starts wriggling and whining, trying to get the fingers to just stop touching him, because the heat simmering in his stomach was getting more and more overwhelming by the minute. Taehyung seems to be having the time of his life nipping at Jungkook’s little nipples, the two sensations pushing the boy closer to the edge.
When Namjoon slips a finger into Jungkook’s sopping wet cunt, Jungkook hiccups wetly into Seokjin’s mouth as he cums. His thighs tremble as he tries to close them, but Namjoon doesn’t let him, setting a firm hand on one thigh while Seokjin holds the other.
“Didn’t that feel nice, baby? See what happens when you’re good?” Taehyung leans up to press a kiss to the boy’s cheek.
Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t want it,” He says for what feels like the millionth time. He’s ashamed of how his body reacted to their ministrations.
Namjoon sighs softly. “I guess we’ve gotta convince him a little more, huh?”
“No, I-- You don’t need to convince me--” Jungkook shrieks when Namjoon adds two more fingers inside him, spreading them. The stretch made him ache a bit , he’d never ever had anything up there before. But it didn’t hurt all that much. He was just scared.
“Ah, baby, you’re all tight and wet, all for me,” Namjoon sighs. He leans his head down to lick gently at Jungkook’s swollen clit, relishing the moan that Jungkook lets out. He continues stretching the boy out, wanting this to be as painless as possible.
“Let me kiss him too,” Taehyung demands, pushing the eldest out of the way.
“Of course. He’s a little shy, but I think he likes being kissed.” Seokjin murmurs. At one point, Jungkook had subconsciously started kissing him back throughout the entire thing.
Jungkook tries to say no, but Taehyung’s already kissing him breathless, nipping at his lip and sucking it between his teeth, swallowing every little sound he was making while Seokjin kept busy by admiring Jungkook’s body.
His soft thighs, pert nipples, slim waist that should’ve been a dead giveaway to what he really had between his legs… Seokjin could go on forever. He marvels at how tiny his waist looked between his hands, how the boy would look beautiful riding his cock while he held on.. But he would have to wait for now.
“Fuck,” Namjoon is acutely aware of his rock-hard cock hanging between his legs. “I’m going to fuck him now, I can’t wait anymore.”
“NO!” Jungkook wails. He starts fighting against his restraints with renewed vigor. “I don’t want it, don’t wanna, oh god, please don’t make me!”
Taehyung shushes the distraught boy, caressing his hair gently as he presses more kisses to his wet cheeks. “It’s okay, we’ll take care of you. Don’t be scared. If you keep moving around like that, you might get hurt.”
It was true-- every time Jungkook moved his hands, the restraints seemed to get tighter. Seokjin would occasionally have to reach out to loosen them a bit.
“I’ll make it good for your first time, Kookie.” Namjoon says as the blunt head of his cock presses against Jungkook’s dampness.
Jungkook is filled with a sense of defeat-- he’d wanted to save himself for someone special, someone he trusted. And now it was being taken away from him just like this.
Namjoon pushes in with a gasp, inching in slowly. Jungkook was still crying, but silently now, as Taehyung kissed him and Seokjin touched his skin. It seemed so much easier to just fall into it now. Resisting made his head hurt, made his heart ache beyond words.
“Please,” He whispers one last time, as Namjoon finally bottoms out.
“Such a good boy, taking all of it like that.” Taehyung praises him. Seokjin suckles another mark onto his collarbone.
When Namjoon begins to move, Jungkook’s mind scrambles. He can’t think much beyond being terrified and being filled up to the brim, like the stranger’s cock was carving a space inside him. It was so big, he was so full, he swore he could feel it in his stomach.
He starts crying again, unable to process the pleasure properly. It was so confusing, he knew he didn’t want this, but it felt so good, especially with Seokjin tugging on his nipples and Taehyung peppering feather-light kisses on his cheeks and Namjoon moving at just the right pace, circling his hips so Jungkook could feel the weight of his cock inside.
“Hyung,” Jungkook hiccups, remembering his three friends. They were probably worried sick about him, weren’t they? They probably realized he got taken away by these people, and they would come to save him soon.
The pace quickens and Jungkook lets out a startled whine. “What’d you say, baby?” Namjoon pants, lowering a hand to rub at Jungkook’s clit.
Jungkook trembles. “Hyung, hyung, I want my hyungs--” He starts thinking about what it’d be like if one of his hyungs had taken his virginity instead. They’d be so nice, he imagines. Would kiss him a lot and stop to make sure he was okay. Not like this.
If only he knew.
The sound of Jungkook calling out for his hyungs made Namjoon move even faster, hips smacking furiously against each other’s.
“You want your hyungs, baby?” Seokjin asks, moving up to nibble along Jungkook’s jaw. “What are their names? Maybe if you call for them loud enough they’ll hear you.”
“Namjoon-hyung--” Jungkook becomes even more delirious. He really thinks, for a minute, that maybe his hyungs were really going to save him soon. “Taetae-hyungie, Jinnie-hyung-- oh god,” He stutters out. “Oh god, hyung, ah, ah! I’m gonna cum, oh god, pleasepleaseplease, no, hyung--”
Namjoon coaxes Jungkook’s first orgasm out of him, watching as the boy’s back arched beautifully, body taut and shaking so hard he thought the boy would shatter to pieces.
As soon as it was over, Jungkook slumps back onto the bed, inhaling shaky breaths as he tried to calm down. But Namjoon didn’t stop, continuing just until the last second, pulling out to spill his load all over the soft skin of Jungkook’s tummy.
“Oh, baby.” Seokjin coos.
Jungkook faintly registers the clicking of a camera.
“We’re going to have so much fun with you.”
And that’s the last thing he remembers before he blacks out again.