"Hell yeah! A nice new pretty twink to play with," someone crudely yelled as Jimin was led to his cell, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

The guard looked Jimin up and down at this statement, and nodded to himself. Great, Jimin thought to himself, Even the guards here wouldn't hesitate to hurt me.

He was led into a single cell with a small square window, and a sink in the corner of the room. Prison really is like how they show it in the news, Jimin thought to himself.

"Lunch is in 15 minutes so come down then," the guard told him, checking him out one last time.

Jimin sighed and lay down on the hard bed, wiping away the tears which were now dripping down his face.

One stupid mistake had gotten him here. He knew that he shouldn't have agreed to store his friend's stash of cocaine in his house, but Mark had been so desperate Jimin had wanted to help his friend. By the time the police raided his house, he had been storing it for so long that it had become almost part of the furniture.

And now he was here - in prison.

Hearing the alarm for lunch, Jimin forced himself to leave his cell and walk down to the large cafeteria. It was a room full of noise. People were yelling at each other, laughing, pointing plastic knives, throwing food, sleeping, or simply staring into space. This was not a place Jimin belonged.

He grabbed a tray and waiting in the line, conscious of every person's movement near him. The words of the man who had crudely shouted at him were still ringing in his ears - what if he was seen as fresh meat?

His food was practically thrown on his tray, and he slowly left to find somewhere to sit. It was like being at highschool on the first day again - except this time the cafeteria was filled with murderers, robbers, thieves, rapists...

Jimin found a clear space on a table away from anyone who looked too menacing, and he began to eat. That was before a fist slammed down on the table in front of him, shaking his whole tray. Jimin felt his heart stop.

"You couldn't have chosen a worse seat newbie," a man on a different table said, and Jimin looked up to see the faces of six men.

"You think you can just come in here and take our seat," one of them spat in Jimin's direction.

Jimin's whole body was shaking, tears already forming again in his eyes, and he tried to stand up but was abruptly pushed back down.

"I like him, I think he would be good fun to play with," one of them said, stroking the side of Jimin's cheek, "Think how pretty he would look with those chubby cheeks filled with cum. What do you think boss?"

All the boys looked over in the direction of a blonde-haired boy who looked entirely disinterested in the whole thing. He hung back, looking like he wanted to do nothing but sleep.

"Get your fingers off him Hoseok," the boss mumbled, "Let's just sit down. We're not children, there are no assigned seats."

"But Yoongi-"

"Don't call me that Namjoon," he barked in the direction of one of the taller men who looked slightly hurt by the tone Yoongi had taken with him.

The group sat down reluctantly, Hoseok seating himself next to Jimin and immediately placing a hand on the younger's thick thigh, causing Jimin to choke on his own spit. He had heard a lot about what happened in prison, but he wasn't expecting people to be so forward.

"What's your name, twink?" Namjoon asked, tucking into his own food.

"J-Jimin," he stuttered, looking down at his hands and trying not to cry again.

One of the others, a black-haired boy was about to make a mean comment when he was cut off by Yoongi, "Well we're Bangtan Sonyeondan. It means Bulletproof Boy Scouts. We've all taken a few bullets here and there but managed to scrape through."

"Can't fly on planes anymore though, too much metal in us to get through the detectors," the other tall member at the end of the table joked, and the others simply placed their heads in their hands.

"Jin, I've told you so many times. No one is going to be scared of us or respect us if you keep making terrible jokes," one of the younger looking members said, his hair swept back in a bandana.

"What are you in for, J-Jimin?" The black-haired one mocked, and Jimin bit his lip.

"Possession," he whispered.

The black-haired one laughed, and Hoseok slapped him across the table, "Jungkook stop laughing or I'll beat your ass. Possession is okay, it's not super cool but it's better than some of the sick fucks around here. See Creepy Tim over there? He's molested all these little kids - he's almost been killed in here 10 times since he got here. He arrived last week. We don't tolerate child abusers in this prison."

"What did you guys do?"

The whole table laughed at that question. Well, except for Yoongi who looked utterly disinterested.

"Gang-related crimes. Theft, battery, murder, drug trafficking. The usual lot," Jin replied, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Jin you're in here for identity theft so I don't know what you're talking about. You're literally only part of this gang because Namjoon likes sticking his dick up your ass," Jungkook stated, and the elder punched his shoulder hard.

Jimin was sat back watching this whole scene, trying his best to not breakdown in front of this gang. He had always been told to find allies quickly in prison because they'll protect you, and he didn't want to fuck up his only opportunity to be protected by what appeared to be one of the more feared gangs in prison.

"Hey, if you suck me off in the showers I can look after you," Hoseok whispered in his ear, and Jimin tried to suppress the shudder going through him.

"Back off Hoseok," Yoongi said, making everyone around him stop talking, "You know the rules."

Hoseok's whole demeanour changed, and he coughed slightly before removing his hand quickly from Jimin's leg. Jimin looked up at Yoongi to be greeted by his dark eyes practically burning holes into him.

***

It had been two weeks since Jimin had entered the prison walls, and it hadn't been utter hell. He hated his cell and felt claustrophobic every night, and while he didn't feel completely comfortable with the Bangtan Boys, they were useful protection.

Hoseok hadn't flirted with him since the first day which he was grateful for. The boys had all given him their best advice about how to navigate the prison system the best. In every conversation he noticed that Yoongi would just remain silent and watch. His eyes never really left Jimin.

One day Jimin was summoned to Yoongi's cell. He was shaking slightly, worried that he was going to told that the Bangtan Boys would no longer offer him protection. Then he would be all alone.

Yoongi's cell was nicer than Jimin's. He had a TV and a comfier bed than Jimin. Yoongi was sat with his jumpsuit undone and revealing an impressive set of abs. Noticing Jimin's presence, Yoongi stood up and beckoned for the younger to move closer.

"I have been speaking with the boys, and we have decided to give you the opportunity to join the gang," Yoongi said, his voice still monotone, "But there is an initiation test."

"What does it involve?" Jimin asked, wanting nothing more than to be protected.

"You bending your ass over for me," Yoongi replied with a smirk on his face.

Jimin's flushed bright pink, and he hated the fact that his small dick twitched in his pants. Fuck, there was something so dominant and sexy about Yoongi that made Jimin incredibly horny.

"Ok," he managed to squeak out, and Yoongi's eyes filled with unspeakable lust.

"Do it then," Yoongi whispered, placing his hands on the younger's waist and turning him around so that Jimin was facing a wall.

He heard Yoongi find something before feeling a cold hand unzip his jumpsuit, goosebumps rising on his exposed skin. Yoongi slathered Vaseline over two fingers which he slipped inside Jimin's tight hole, moving quickly before one of the guards caught them.

Jimin's ass was practically grinding on Yoongi's fingers, as the younger begged for more. He needed some stress release and there was no better way to do that than getting fucked. Hard.

Deciding that Jimin was prepped enough, Yoongi aligned his cock with the puckered hole and teased Jimin's entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside the boy, moaning lowly at how the velvety walls felt around his rock hard member.

Slamming into the boy with quick snaps of his hips, Yoongi grabbed the younger's hair and pulls his torso up. Leaving small kisses along Jimin's neck, Yoongi increased his speed.

Jimin was in heaven. The combination of Yoongi practically thrusting into his prostate, and how rough the gang leader was being with him, was enough overstimulation to make him cry. Small tears rolled down his cheeks; tears of immense pleasure.

Jimin's small cock was now so painfully hard, and he wanted nothing more than to stroke it himself but he needed to grip onto the wall in front of him. As Yoongi gave one particularly hard thrust, Jimin felt like he saw stars and all of a sudden the bundle of warmth inside him released and he came all over his stomach.

Yoongi smirked at this, and grabbing the body of the boy who was panting and sweating, he sped up to an almost inhuman rate before reaching his own climax.

"Push the cum out your ass," Yoongi growled from behind him.

Clenching the walls his ass, Jimin pushed the warm cum out of his ass which then dripped on the floor. Yoongi marvelled at the sight.

***

"I did the initiation test to join the gang!" Jimin said excitedly to Hoseok and Namjoon who were sat in the common room.

"Initiation test?" They both said at the same time.

"Did you guys not fuck Yoongi to become part of the gang?"

"I just bought him a snickers," Namjoon replied.

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Fuck me, not gonna lie I love the prison concept.

Comment any ships/ situations you want to see :)