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jjungkookislife · 3 months ago

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OFTM: Die For You

pairing: oftm!yoongi x f. reader

genre: mafia au, established relationship, angst, smut 18+

summary: In your world, dying is easy; living is hard.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: pet names (baby, babe, good girl), dark themes, mention of death, reader has long hair (enough to put up), mention of killing, degradation, objectification, bondage with ribbons, mention of hoseok joining in, spit kink, hair pulling, crawling, brat!reader, brat tamer!yoongi, humiliation kink, angst, oral sex

fic: one for the money

date: November 16, 2024

Yoongi gave very little fucks about anything.

He’d kill a motherfucker with chopsticks, a lighter, a ramen noodle.

Yoongi had no patience for anyone. You toed the line on the daily, making him wonder why he kept you around at times. Just kidding, he was head over heels for you but that didn’t mean you didn’t test his patience.

Your latest shenanigans kept him home. You had a big mouth, good for blowjobs but not much else, unfortunately.

“How many times must I tell you to watch your mouth before it sinks in?” Yoongi huffs at you kneeling at his feet. It was moments like these in which you remembered your place. You were but his wife, sweet and cunning, cutthroat behind the scenes.

Normally, Yoongi would be more forgiving but you had been running your mouth left and right, having him come out of hiding to fix that mouth of yours.

His hands pinch your cheeks. “Baby.”

“Yoongi,” you whine as he squeezes your cheeks. Hoseok watches from the sidelines. His voice joins Yoongi in your scolding but your thighs press together as your mind spins.

Silk ribbons get wrapped around your wrists.

You’re not sure if Yoongi or Hoseok are the culprit. You know you need discipline, hoping for both men to take you to bed, and teach you a lesson with their mouths, fingers, or cocks.

You giggle as Yoongi tugs you up.

“Don’t forget I’m the one in charge.”

“Never,” you answer but Yoongi rolls his eyes. He knows you love saying what he wants to hear but meaning none of it.

“Sure,” He scoffs as he tugs you by your bound wrists. Hoseok chuckles from the sidelines, looks like he’ll just be watching today. Too bad, you were ravenous today.

“What am I going to do with you?”

You know he’s asking rhetorically, but who would you be if you didn’t answer?

“Fuck me, spank me, cuff me, fuck my mouth,” you suggest as Yoongi growls. He pinches your cheeks, spits in your mouth, and makes you swallow.

“Can I swallow your cum and Hoseok’s too?” you grin, pissing Yoongi off.

“How many times do we have to teach you a lesson?” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Seems like you’re just hungry for dick.”

“And if I am?”

“Hush,” Hoseok demands as Yoongi grabs a hair tie to tie your hair. He sits in your chair and motions for you to crawl to him on your knees.

“Ow, ow, ow!” you pout until you reach him. You were an heiress. You didn’t need to be at the feet of Yoongi… too bad you wanted to be.

Yoongi wraps his hand around your hair, tugging you to him. “Can’t you behave for once in your life?”

“No.”

Yoongi tugs your hair, wrapping it around his wrist. “Fuck, love. Gonna make me fuck the brat out of you. Stuff my cock down your throat until you learn some respect?”

“Please,” you whimper, pouting.

Hoseok chuckles, he shakes his head as he leaves the room.

“You may have been promised to me, but you sure are a cock hungry slut for my men,” Yoongi sneers.

“Only with permission,” you shrug as you try to fight the ribbons around your wrists. Yoongi laughs at your poor attempts.

“Then why are you out here saying you’re running things?”

“Because I am. I’m keeping you safe by making myself a target. Do you know what I’d do if I lost you? I’d go with you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi freezes.

“It’s not your job to protect me!”

“I have to. I love you. I need to.”

Yoongi shakes his head, this discussion isn’t over, not by a long shot but for now he releases your ribbons.

Your hands go to his thighs.

A large hand cups your cheek. Dark eyes meet yours as you stare up at him, eyes twinkling with unshed tears.

Emotion washes over you, as you swallow the knot that forms in your throat. His touch is gentle. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth for him.

The rapid beating of your heart is deafening to your ears.

“I would die for you,” you whisper, more to yourself than him.

Yoongi shakes his head, anger raging in his eyes as he hardens his gaze. “I need you to live for me.”

This argument isn’t over. For now, it’s set on the back burner as Yoongi drops to his knees. His hand moves to the back of your head to pull you into a toe-curling kiss.

“Yoongi!” You gasp as he kisses you again, his teeth nipping on your bottom lip, sucking it before releasing it.

“Live for me,” He says in a low tone.

“I won’t,” You respond as you kiss him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Dammit!” Yoongi growls as he gets to his feet. He pushes everything off the desk. Hot tears prick at the corner of his eyes. “Why can’t you do this one thing for me?”

You rise to your feet, slowly approaching him. You place your hand on his shoulder and wait for him to face you.

“I am nothing without you. The empire we have built has been on your back, it has cost us your freedom, your peace, your soul. Let me die for you. Live for yourself.”

“Then live,” Yoongi rasps.

You cup his face. “We’re safe. We’re here.”

You move your hand and his, pressing it to your chest. You allow him to feel the beating of your heart.

“We’re alive. Let’s enjoy this moment.”

Yoongi nods. He blinks away his unshed tears as his large hands tangle in your hair, his lips slamming onto yours.

Yoongi helps you onto the desk. Your blouse gets torn open with his needy hands. His shirt goes next, then his pants as your skirt gets hiked up to your hips.

Your kisses are sloppy, full of lust, and desire.

“Please,” you whimper as you drop to your knees. You pull down his zipper and undo the button of his pants.

Before you know it, you’re on your knees with Yoongi’s cock at your lips. You don’t hesitate to take him in your mouth to make him curse. His fingers are an anchor as they hold you to his pelvis. You choke on him, swallow with stars in your eyes and an ache in your throat.

“Fuck,” he growls as his eyes squeeze shut when he hits the back of your throat. His hand grips the back of your head as you choke on his length.

Fire warms your belly as you swallow around the Min heir. He curses, nearly falling apart as you swallow him whole.

Yoongi sees stars, the whole galaxy as he cums down your throat.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he cups your face after you swallow his load. He knows you would die for him, but at what cost would you live for him? He intends to find out.

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