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bts x reader

WARNING: RAPE, SEXUAL HARASSMENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS TOPIC.

You watched as three of them took steps towards you. How their evil-like grins would explain what they're thinking and their sinful licks showing their desires. You were tied up in a chair, unable to break free from the horror that was about to take place. Trembling. Stuttering. Crying. You just didn't have the energy to even move a muscle but breath and convince that you weren't a toy.

"Looks like our baby girl is having trouble. Let's help her a bit." Namjoon, the squad's leader, sent a command. Everyone followed his order that even the other four got closer to you. Your breathing became shallower that you barely couldn't even feel your hot breath landing on your bare skin.

"Please. Stop this." You begged and begged but nothing worked. You were tired and almost out of energy to stay awake. Just having ropes burning the surface of your wrist, waist and ankles made you already feel like you should just give up.

"Make sure to keep her quiet before laying a finger on her. Don't want anyone finding out that she's a whore." Hoseok, the third oldest and the most dominant out of the group, spoke. Jimin, a younger and much shorter teen, held a bandana designed cloth around your mouth, tying it up ever so tightly. Now only muffled sounds could escape from your lips.

"Bad kitten." Yoongi whispered against your ear, biting your earlobe afterwards. "Who told you to let out moans for Daddy?" A pair of hands laced around your thighs, circling and taking grasp of the muscular body part. Another hand was close to your area and this time it was someone else's. He was teasing you repeatedly, massaging the inner thigh and the fabricated object people so call 'the underwear'.

Sloppy, yet heated, kisses were placed by Seokjin around your neck and collarbone, making sure to leave faint love bites. All you could do was squirm around, leaving the boys to groan in annoyance. You didn't want this but you also didn't want to cause more trouble than you already have. "Quit it, (Y/N)." Taehyung sighed, running his hands around your cleavage and soon your exposed chest.

"And make sure she learns to stay still." Namjoon spat. "She's already made us more thirsty." You could hear footsteps getting louder by the second until it finally ended. That familiar scent of feminine perfume, you just knew Jungkook was behind you.

"Hyungs, let me untie her. Let us see if she tries to escape." Seokjin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin had all backed away. Jungkook on the other hand had a plan up his sleeves, a wild, disgusting smirk plastering on his face as he untied the knots and the bandana. Your body fell forward, planting face flat on the cold hard ground. You had no intention on moving, but you knew it was best to try. Your body was numb and it felt like your head was against you, fighting for its freedom to stop aching. You just wanted it to end.

"My, isn't our girl obedient? That's how we like it." Jungkook snickered. Your mouth was wide open to the point you were drooling and your vision was fuzzy. Jungkook had a whip resting in his hands, swinging ever so slowly under his grasp. The tip of the whip was just poking the skin's surface of your back, sending tickles through your spine.

"One." There was a fierce sting running through your body. "Two." Another one. "Three." And again. "Four." You just knew scars were bound to be formed on that delicate body of yours. "Five." And there was, many infact. The burning sensation of just the whip coming in contact made you want to scream at your loudest.

"Jungkook. That's enough." Namjoon ordered. He felt pity for such a young teen girl to be attacked by six other boys, but he also was hungry for the taste of your blood, lips and body. Nothing could control him like the way you could. "Pin her to the wall. I want to show her what a real memory is."

The boys did what they were told, grabbing each part of your limbs and pulling you up. They dragged you to the closest wall, making sure you couldn't move after being pinned. Namjoon came towards you, purring beside your ear. "This isn't going to hurt, I promise. I'll go gentle for my baby girl."

Namjoon's harden crotch was rubbed against one of your ass cheek. You blushed at the sudden moment as your face was heating up. You knew your virginity was about to be taken away from a nasty, intelligent, attractive folk from your school. His hands were sliding down his body to his jeans and you could just hear the zip and button being undone before hearing an echoing thud of his pants falling down his legs. Namjoon wiped the saliva across your lips and into his mouth before letting out an evil chuckle.

"(Y/N)?" Seokjin called your name. "(Y/N)? Are you dead?" He called again and had finally caught your attention. You were confused on what was happening. Was it all a dream? Because you seem to be infront of Seokjin with clothes on and no markings anywhere.

"Gosh. I thought your soul just escaped from your body." He said, laughing. "So are you allowed to come to the party?" You shook your head, rejecting the offer he gave you. Seokjin's smile faded as if he was disappointed. He liked you. Infact, all seven of the boys in his group liked you a lot.

"I'm sorry. My sister is coming back from abroad on that day and it's better if I see her." You lied but Seokjin was gullible enough for your spoken words. He understood that you didn't want to come no matter how many times he asked you. Finally, you gave him a valid lie for him to leave you alone and he did just that.