Bottom Yoongi Smut Oneshots

NamGiKookMin

Foursome ;)
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Jimin walked into a room, filled with blue lights. He twirled his pink gun in his hand, taking his sunglasses off. Sitting on the couch and throwing his sunglasses to the male sitting on the chair, tied up as he heard him groan in pain. He chuckled before getting up with his gun in his hand, putting one foot on the chair and grabbed the males blonde hair. Making him look up, he smirked at his form. “What the fuck do you want from me.” The blonde male said, wanting to know. “Well, you tell me, Agust. What were you doing in my territory. Kitty gang wants to know.” He put a gun to his chin as Yoongi winced slightly. “What are you, the fucking mafia?” Yoongi rasped out, then felt a baseball bat on top of his head. He got a bit scared as his eyes widened, then got them back to sharp. “Why did you even tie me up?”

“To stop you from leaving.” Another deep voice said. Yoongi averted his eyes to the side, seeing a bunny mask come into view. Widening his eyes, he then started backing away from the two, seeing them in view. “What the fuck..” he breathed out. The bunny masked man took his mask off, grinning at the male in the chair. “I’m Jungkook, this is Jimin. We started the Kitty Killer Gang.” Jimin nodded, getting out a cigarette before lighting it, throwing the pack at Yoongi. Puffing out an air of smoke, he smirked before placing his foot on Yoongis crotch, where his dick was. Yoongi bit his lip, trying not to moan out. “Now tell us, what were you doing here in the area of our gang spot?” “I was trying to hang out with my friend, RM. No big ass deal.”

“Well, it is. Since you were coming into our territory.” “I just wanted to hang with my friend alright?! Just shoot me or whatever the fuck you need to do.” Yoongi sighed in defeat. He then felt a gun in his mouth, looking up at Jimin. Jimin smirked, “Whatever the fuck I need to do? How about..we make a peace treaty.” Yoongi furrowed his brows and looked at Jungkook, seeing his mask on. He looked back at Jimin, who whispered something to the bunny male. “Helwo?-” The gun got lodged farther into his mouth, Jimin switching it to safe mode to not kill the blonde haired male in the chair. “Shut up or I’ll pull the trigger.” Yoongi was terrified at this point but didn’t show it, only looking forwards and blinking.

A few moments later, the pink fading gun was removed from his mouth and Yoongi tried soothing his jaw but he was tied to the chair, it didn’t work that well. “We’ll be right back. You, stay.” Jimin commanded, Yoongi nodding at the command before watching the two walk off. When he saw them walk out a door and close it behind them, he started to wriggle his way out of the ropes constricting him. He fell onto the floor, wincing in pain and looked around seeing a small knife next to him. He grabbed it with his mouth. He moved the chair so his hands would be facing the knife, grabbing it. He flinched when his hand got cut, but successfully cutting the rope.

He got out of the rope with his teeth and fingers, running out of the room and ran outside, only to be stopped by a strong arm around his torso. He groaned, looking up to see who it was. It was Jungkook. Panicking, he didn’t know whether to run or be hard at the sight of Jungkook glaring down at him. He continued to stare at him as he swallowed a lump in his throat, feeling a hand wrap around his throat. Watching Jungkooks face get closer. His face turning red. “W-wh..” “If you ever try to leave, ever again. Me and Jimin will punish you.” Yoongi liked the sound of that, feeling his hand getting tight around his neck, cutting his breathing off slowly. His breath hitched. He was going to get it this time. “Get back to the chair. Now.”

Jungkook watched him walk off, grinning as he thought of taking control of the blonde boy. He walked into the room where Jimin was, seeing a tall male with blonde hair sitting in a chair, tied up like Yoongi was. “Now who do we have here?” “Agust’s friend. RM.”