Death Row || YOONJIN

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Youngjae and Mark had had left to find lube because Yoongi was simply too tight to penetrate and Yoongi was supposed to be all sad and serious about having sex against his will— which he was. He still couldn't help but think how Jungkook looked like a whole snack with his clothes off.

"P-please, go slow. It— it's my first time."

"Oh..." Jungkook whispered, a blush settling on his cheeks. "Mine, too."

Suddenly, Yoongi felt weirdly awful.

"Just get away, Jungkook. Report them."

"Can't do that, Yoongi. They— they... have evidence of me and Tae f-fooling around, just getting under the sheets— making out— Taehyung could be sent away."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Mark and Youngjae chose that moment to make their entrance.

"Have it. Wonder why Park Jimin had a bottle of strawberry lube..."

Mark growled and shook his head, tossing the bottle to Jungkook. "Prep him nice and good. Or not. Just fuck him."

"Y-yeah," Jungkook murmured shakily. "I've never done this before..."

"Curl your fingers when you're inside. Makes 'em go crazy. Bend over, Min."

"N-no—"

Mark grabbed him and shoved him to his hands and knees, yet again prostrate under the gaze of the three men. "Jungkook-ah, go."

Nervously, Jungkook approached Yoongi from behind, crouching down on his haunches to be level with the younger man.

"I don't want to hurt you, Yoongi. It'll be scary— even I'm scared. Just let it happen and they'll go away and Taehyung and Seokjin hyung will be safe."

It almost felt like Jungkook was talking to himself.

Jungkook lubed up three of his crooked, nimble fingers and slowly eased the index into Yoongi's hole and even though it was only one thin finger, tears poked at the corners of Yoongi's eyes as he tried to keep from clenching around it.

"Think you can take another, Yoon?" Youngjae asked, already fascinated with Yoongi's low whimpers and the way his mouth dropped open as Jungkook pushed farther in.

"No," Yoongi cried, trying to wiggle away from Jungkook's hold on his waist.

"Yoongi, calm down, calm down." Jungkook took the hand on Yoongi's hip and ran it through the younger's hair as to calm him down. "I'm going to put in one more."

Not waiting for a reply, Jungkook forced another finger in, earning a choked cry from Yoongi.

"Wait— wait!" Yoongi pleaded, his face contorting as Jungkook began to thrust in and out.

A few minutes later, Jungkook still hadn't found Yoongi's prostate and was ready to put in the third finger. Youngjae and Mark were sitting nearby, both palming their cocks through their pants.

Suddenly Jungkook's middle finger pressed against that nerve inside Yoongi and he jerked forward, almost falling onto his face. "F-fuck! Oh my—"

"Curl them," Mark whispered.

Jungkook did and Yoongi clenched around him, sobbing in pleasure.

"C-c—" Yoongi came hard and Jungkook kept gently pumping his fingers, unaware that Yoongi had released.

"Hey, hey," Youngjae chuckled. "Don't be so mean to him; he came already, Kook."

"Oh," Jungkook whispered, mystified. It was as if he didn't know how the male body worked.

He removed his fingers and Yoongi fell forward, partially into the puddle of cum on the floor.

It was quiet for a few moments.

Then—

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"This is the SPD! Drop any weapons and put your hands behind your head!"

What the hell?