Title: Exitus Acta ProbatWord Count: 7.2K+Rating: NSFWGenre: Drama, Thriller, SmutWarnings: Kidnapping,

Title: Exitus Acta Probat Word Count: 7.2K+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Drama, Thriller, Smut Warnings: Kidnapping, Guns, Minor Violence, Mentions of Drugs, Possessive/Dominant Behavior, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Hand Job, Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Breath Play, Come Play, Praise Kink,  Pairings: Mafia!Yoongi x Reader Summary: “All you need to know is that my name is Yoongi and you’re mine now.” Written By: Admin B

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Y’all got to read this. It’s sweet, sour and sexy.

I feel like I’m this fics universe, yoongi probably had to full on wittiness his parents fights on the daily and get divorced. He probably is scared of being in a relationship with someone where they will leave him for someone else. Which concludes him being “get money, fuck bitches” type of guy. Big W for the reader, she has the balls to call him out on his bs by putting her foot down. Bless her heart. For real. She’s gonna make herself look like a dumb ass knowing he’s gonna dick down some other female.

That’s my thinking. But feel free to reblog and leave some comments for the author. I’d give this a 10/10 coconuts.

Sharing My Heart | MYG

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Softcore - The Nbhd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: stylist sub!reader x playboy dom!yoongi

wc. 9k | smut & angst + minor fluff

think of this yoongi: 🍓

→ Warnings: (+18) — unedited! yoongi plays with ur heart like a fiddle, brat taming, unprotected rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), cocky short yoongi is embraced here, praise galore, emotionally unavailable yoongi and yn is aware but in denial all at the same time, car sex in his limousine, caught cheating but not really because ur not dating?, desperate yn, dirty talk, yn got a mouth on her, creampie :] possessiveness is mutual on both ends, finger sucking, unrequited or is it?, yoongi kinda does whatever to get what he wants, crying, panic attack (throwing up), mention of dissociation, manipulation, yoongi is nice when he wants to be, hot hot jealousy, brief hissy fit of an argument, a sad unhealthy friends with benefits situation, yn gets rag dolled around, spanking, doggystyle, squirting, choking, yoongi acts as if he takes viagra, multiple orgasms..

And he just.. looks at me. With those eyes – I mean, you’ve seen his eyes, right? Maybe not the way I have. But really? You have never noticed that look in his eyes?

“Yeah, just like that.” the man groans, fingers tangled in your hair bobbing your head ferociously on his cock in the backseat of his limousine. Nothing but wet smacks and gulps heard, mixed with your muffled whines.

Min yoongi was mean, and the textbook definition of awful but you were utterly and hopelessly weak for him. Any grasp of yourself that you had before was now completely thrown out the second he made way into your life, you were nothing but a mere hair and make up stylist for the man. Between constant flirty banters back and forth only suspecting that he acted like that with everyone, catching yourself months later from being professional in your work field into now his part time fuck.

“Mouth so good, always good for me.” yoongi hissed while your scalp burned from every tug and pull of your mouth being pushed further down onto him. You let him in deeper, jaw relaxed that his cock finds the back of your uvula swallowing around him. You decide to hum around him, feeling his body tense with fingers finding their way over his thighs. The sensation of your throat swallowing around him just right, he weakly attempts to stifle his moans by biting knuckles with short breaths of laughter. Your eyes flickered meeting his barely lidded ones, pulling back abrupt in mid deep throat. A trail of spit connecting from his cock to your lips.

You smile licking your petals only to follow down with a sloppy trail kissing with short smacks to his inner thighs “So sensitive Min Yoongi” you whispered, loving the way he would jerk up at every touch of your fingers or lips even just the feeling of your hot breath against his skin. Your tongue finally trails back down to meet his mushroom tip, wet muscle swirling around him all the while you moan out wantonly urging him to take control again of your throat. Lapping over the slit that dribbled of pre cum, tasting salty against your tongue. The bitter taste fueling you to press back on him harder this time, desperate grunts falling into broken moans. Hips bucking back into your mouth, no problem with choking you to death if fate decided that now.

Besides the aggressive thrusts, your throat giving out with the constant tugs to your tender scalp. You took his cock like a champ, never complained once. Only downside of this you thought, was the carpet of his limousine brushed carpet burn to your knees, but of course nevertheless you were a cockslut. The man grunts again feeling himself closer to his end, “fuuck baby you’re going to make me cum fast if you keep sucking on me like that” he smiles down at your mess of a state, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb thinking to himself how crazy it was that you still maintained to look this pretty. Tears of mascara dripping down to your cheeks contrasted to pink swollen lips, on your knees being obedient as ever.

He licks his lips coming from his thoughts, continuing to relentlessly fuck your mouth like you were his favorite fleshlight. “Fuck.., fuck” his chest rises “wanna see you take it all and hold it longer.” your eyes blink to his, and he knows just what to do to get his way “Can you do that for me pretty?” smile small, falling even more for his words of given pet names that meant nothing to him but all the everything to you. He recognized the hidden hints, yearning for more. Deciding to ignore it he hums motioning his head for you to get back to it. Even if the way he commanded you to do things was the resemblance to a dog, you didn’t care. If this is how he wanted to treat you, it was deserved. Besides, he was being so much nicer to you than usual. “Damn it," he moans for the umpteenth time head thrown back to his headrest, swallowing around him so fervently not pulling back for air. Holding eye contact begging for him to look at you, while hoping you could last. Your throat began to give out, finishing with a couple strokes later of bobs and swallows to his cock.

Trying his best to keep his eyes from rolling back, “My God.” he looks over his shoulder to check his phone, eyes faltering between you and the device letting out a sigh clicking his phone off. His fingers slipping back into his spot “You are magical or s-something” he was definitely not prepared though for the vibration of your giggle that went straight to his cock, he huffs with a long groan fisting digits into now knotted hair. Abs flexing with every clench to his jaw, trying to hold himself longer from falling apart.

Swallowing sporadically, breathing heavy throughout your nose. You knew he was getting close when he began to babble in tongues, “Oh oh gonna cum, gonna cum—” with various curses and chants of your name your lips pressed tightly around his shaft, sure that they were bruised by now. One last thrust then it’s two, you hold your throat just a bit longer counting back the seconds. Beginning to see stars from the lack of air, he cums, milky spurts of seed dripping down the back of your throat.

Satisfied sighs fell from his lips, feeling him fill your throat to it’s limit. Used to the bitter but somewhat sweet taste, most times liking it more than you would like to admit swallowing yoongi down to the last drop. You pull off with a wet *pop* sound gasping for breath, voice likely ruined but in your eyes it was all worth it. To see the aftermath of Yoongi lazily smirk every time at the lewd action no matter how many times you’ve done it, his muscles would always squeeze one last time. His digits slip from your hair now, cock heavy against his stomach while laid back just enough to take a deep breath.

Yoongi’s completely flustered, maybe at loss for words from his distracted stare “You are fucking crazy you know that?” he grows quiet again, lips parted with uneven breaths, pink tongue darting to lick his bottom lip. The small action not going missed by you, he grins cat eyes prominent. Yoongi sighed ignoring the underlying sentiment as per usual, “Give me a few and then we can fuck?” your eyes turn to slits teasing him, pulling boxers back over his cock. He hissed at the action clicking his teeth shut, your wrist stilled in his hand “No?” he gestured with eyes down to his cock, his half limp dick straining against him desperate. You could only roll your eyes clearing your throat, tapping to your esophagus “Water first please.” throat hoarse from the onslaught, he gasps to himself the realization handing you the bottle shortly apologizing before busying himself to his phone.

You sipped your water quietly watching him through scrunched brows, droplets trickling to your chin mixed with the remains of his cum. You give him an eye smile that was mirrored back to be the tightest lip one you’ve seen from him. But you didn’t question it, you knew he was tired and he wasn’t the most in check with showing his emotions. So you moved on both agreeing to take a small break, in no exact rush still being over an hour away from his place.

You’re straddled in his lap panties already thrown off, legs knocked apart worn somehow still in the tight snug satin dress that reached barely above your thighs. He questioned why you always dressed up for him, it was pointless in his mind. Always ending in him ripping whatever you were wearing off your skin every time without a beat, sparing you his not so sorry apologies that he would buy you a new whatever. His hands already busy roughly grabbing your chin pulling you in for a kiss, your tongue swiping across.

Lips parted allowing you to lick into his mouth, sloppily clashing with each other’s tongues and teeth. You whisper against his lips that you were in the mood still, his hand grabs onto your waist leaning over to grab a familiar foiled packet passing you the condom “Protection like you wanted.” his voice comes out with fake enthusiasm, acting as if he was on board using condoms when all other times he would beg if he could go raw.

You saved him the merciful act throwing the condom to wherever it landed, rolling your eyes at the feign surprise on his features while you were growing impatient. You rut your hips up against him, his eager fingers slipped down to swipe through your folds with ring clad fingers brushing barely. He smirks at the shine of your arousal coated on his fingers, sliding them right into your mouth “All wet from sucking cock, mh.” you ignored him just needing him inside of you now, spreading your thighs more hoping he would take the message. You align the tip of him over your soaking entrance, gentle but rough kisses trailed from his neck up to the shell of his ear.

The smell of your perfume filling his senses full, a sweet scent of tangerines and bourbon vanilla. He hums in contentment carding his fingers through your strands, tilting his neck for more of your mouth "You smell like my two favorite things.” he feels you squirm up against him, your entrance grazing over his cock waiting for permission ignoring his attempts to foreplay any further.

A hiss falling from his and your lips, hand on your hip while continuing to ignore your growing sexual frustration “You put that on for me i bet” he grins rocking you back and forth barely over him, listening aimlessly you whine impatient now “just- fuck me properly for once damn yoong-“ the moment those few stupid words left you, a brow quirks up at you in half amusement and the other in shock. Fingers quick to finding their home over your throat, long deft digits pressed feeling the coldness of diamond and gold plated rings grace you. Lips and teeth quickly coming to clash against yours, you draw him in closer biting down on his lip to tug back for your own enjoyment. Feeling his cock pulse against your cunt that pressed further in, your folds completely soaked of your essence coating him. He breaks back from the kiss to tug the straps of your dress down to pool at your waist, drooling at how your tits spilled with ease from the flimsy thin fabric.

Licking his lips with a smirk, knowing you forgone a bra now when he was around. Probably because he almost always ended up breaking the clasp, tearing your bra right from your chest. As if it was a crime to not see your tits bounce right in his face at every given moment “Yoongi p-please fuck.” he scoffs “Always fucking needy.” his hand fell from your throat, fingers quick to spreading you open. Your shiny slick dripping right from your cunt, cheeks burning red at the realization of how easily worked up you were from just dry humping each other “You want it don’t you baby, you need my cock that bad?” His gaze strong enough to melt your flesh off with how intensely he stared up at you “I do, please i-i need it” his palm cupped your cheek slipping his thumb past parted lips to shut you up.

The man smiling wolfishly mouthing right to your lust driven eyes “You asked for this.” your breath jumping right in your throat, pulling hips up for his cock to bottom all the way out to slam right back into you with timed haste. No time to think now when he immediately began to hit your sweet spot just right. Left to you yelping in a choked cry while clawing claws for nails into shoulders taking every one of his thrusts — yoongi grunts growing more and more feral his fingers boring into your cheek, thumb pressing down on the wet muscle. Your moans muffled begging for more of him, thighs clenched tight while you sunk up and down repetitively on his cock taking the stretch to your cunt all at once. Brows creased, a sheen layer of sweat forming to his hairline his eyes zeroing out at the way your cunt swallowed him with every thrust “This is all your fault baby, it’s what you get for being so fucking mouthy.” your hips buck forward mouth buried down into his shoulder, canines sinking into his flesh marking him. Lapping your tongue over any blood drawn, kissing him with no exact direction. Deeper whimpers fallen against his skin every so often, making zero sense of your mindless babbles.

He felt the heat build to his abdomen, slowing his thrusts down wanting to furlong his orgasm. Still holding onto him, you pull your mouth back from him to meet smiling brown eyes with your tearful ones that were on the edge of your impending orgasm. You were drooling, incapable of forming any words only your hooded irises a sign of being present. You could feel him in your stomach when he began to slow down, hand pressed between your thighs pleasuring your swollen clit. Letting you adjust to the size of his throbbing member, the sensation laced with pleasure no longer feeling the unforgiving burn as much. You arch out to him with every moan for his touch, pushing tits to his face feeling each time he bottoms out to you hitting places you could never dream reaching with your fingers.

Your tongues were kissing, noses knocking against each other with every thrust and bounce crying against his mouth that it was all too much while he cooed up at you patronizingly “Keep crying, baby. You’re making my cock hard.” he hissed against you, hot breath against yours making you squeeze your walls around him. Landing you a smack to your ass while Yoongi watched you began to break apart in his hold, glossy lost eyes and red cheeks staring to him just the way he liked it. Your warm skin naked only for his hungry eyes. Only craving for more of you the man pushed himself back deeper, hand to your face while the other held your hair. Feeling your walls begin to flutter around him your end coming close, mouth drawn agape desperately clinging to his sweaty skin.

"Tell me what you want." his groans guttural, keeping your hips continue a steady pace becoming sloppier with every passing minute

"P-please make me cum!" your legs tremble from holding yourself off for too long, just waiting to hear those few words.

"Go ahead, cum." he demanded watching you finally let go your body that seized in euphoria. While desperately rocking yourself against him, the feeling of your release making waves over his cock spilling over him while you shook and cried from pleasure. Your eyes barely flutter open coming slowly back down from your high, feeling him stare at you dumbfounded by your reactions through furrowed brows. His head titled resembling a confused puppy “Did I fuck you right this time?” his cocky smirk visible, rubbing the sides of your arms to calm the blubbering sobs that fell “I-I’m sorry” you sniffled with a cough, voice still rasped from earlier blinking tears away. Your head crashes to rest on his shoulder, hands moving to your hips to pull himself out from you.

You whimper from the sheer sensitivity, his fingers rubbing over your wet slick. Dragging your sticky arousal over your globes, whispering barely “You better get ready and take what I’m about to give you for being a stupid unapologetic whore.” you clamor quickly at his arms with panic shaking your head “N-no please yoongi, no more.” he pulls you back by your hair smiling at the way your eyes began to well again, rough calloused fingers pressed to bruise your hip “I was too nice earlier don’t you think? you don’t like nice baby, clearly.” he chuckles pulling you off from his lap whirling you to your front, head buried hilt to his seat your backside up in the air ass arched as on command.

It happened so quick you couldn’t even process it correctly, he hums back to you content with the compromising position he pulled you into, his toned taut chest pressed to your back “You want it harder don’t you sweetheart?” you sniffle feeling the smug grin down against your neck. His cock surely throbbed begging for release, watching the sight of your little mouth parted with cheeks burned pink, tongue stuck out your head nodded into the hot leather “Y-yes.” you would be lying if you didn’t like him being rough, the countless pleas to slow down were only foreplay. Yoongi himself knew that if you really wanted to stop you had a safe word, if you could be of use for his masochistic tendencies then you would indulge in it whole.

He scoffs pulling himself off from your back “So greedy baby, you’re going to regret ever saying yes.” you wiggle feeling his member throb with a quiet hiss, earning you another spanking “We’ll see about that M-Min.” barely able to muster those few words trying your best to keep the bratty front you once had “Right.” is all the man says before lining himself to your hole again, pressing himself down into you full while you gasped nails already clawing to his seat with shaky knees and a broken gasp “You feel so tiny,” he huffs with a grunt pacing himself further until he was buried deep inside of you “even after I just drilled you.” and while you thought he was going to torture you with slow thrusts, boy were you wrong. His hips immediately disconnect from yours snapping all the way back to your cunt, pounding viciously inside the tight heat just to hit every beat whatever song was playing within the car stereo.

Your only response was gripping the leather, face smushed to the seat muffling your loud whining moans. Sure that his driver could hear you by now “You like getting thrown around, hm? Used and abused like the good puppy you are.” a vile smile spreads across his sinister lips when occasionally your loud moans reached above the loud volume of his music. His length was stretching you once again, and he knew just every spot to probe repetitively pulling you into nothing but a puddle. Getting fucked so roughly, your head was blank to the point of being unresponsive in making any sense “Y-yoongi” you cry with every wet lewd smack that fell in your ears, the smell of sex and his cologne filling the air.

The complete opposite to how you were talking back minutes before; all the reason how you got here in the first place. Barely here with reality, becoming flustered and humiliated from how pathetic you probably looked. Almost like he was hearing your thoughts, probably taking note of the squeeze to your eyes with pursed lips trying to hold back your moans “What's wrong baby, few more minutes in this position and maybe next time you'll think better than being a fucking brat.” he growls roughly into your ear keeping his firm grip on the nape of your neck, not pounding any less harder into you watching your lips tumble back open.

"Am I hurting you?" the man asked hand snaked between trembling thighs, rubbing at your buzzing clit feeling you writhe in pain from the overstimulation. Whines and defeated moans tumbling from your lips, watching you fuck yourself back onto his hips.

"Y-yes yoongi!" you cried, trying to turn your head back but it was only pushed back into the seats. The man pulling all the way back out just to shove himself into your fluttering hole at once bouncing you back into him endlessly again.

"Good." a lopsided grin tugged at his corners

"Now repeat. No one can fuck you like me."

"N-no- no ah ah! no one can.."

"Finish the sentence."

"Can... fuck mnnh me like you do Yoongi!"

"Your body belongs to me."

"Please! oh fu-.."

"Say it or you don’t get to cum again."

“M-my my! everything is yours”

“Goooood girl.” his voice dropping another octave his tone drawn out with every syllable, followed with praising you from behind helping you ride your permitted high. Watching in amazement at the liquid that sprayed from your cunt while you squirt back all over his stomach, liquids left to drip down his thighs. Leaving him to groan slapping his fingers to your cunt, the gush continuing to leak all over his ring clad digits “What a dirty girl, you just couldn’t hold it in, could you?” you nod stupidly with an impure smile eyes fluttering. Drool dripping from the corners of your lips repeating his name drunkly an airy giggle falls from your lips. Absolutely gone in the afterglow of your pleasure.

His eyes ogling closely admiring how pretty you looked to him, while he blinked back from the feeling of you swatting his hands away to be rewarded with them pinned to your back “Stupid whore, you didn’t even let me cum yet.” he tsks to himself catching himself becoming breathless, after edging for so long he was frustrated and needed to cum now “And to think I was going to be nice once more by fucking my cum into you gently.” he shakes his head with a cocked grin, his bulbous red tip pressing back into your entrance acknowledging barely the hisses from your throat that cursed him under your breath “Hmmm you’re finally getting what you wanted, fucked properly? Right y/n, tell me baby. Tell me how much better I’m doing.” He growls slipping back as he pushes into your fluttering cunt, grabbing ahold of your waist reeling his hips back between each and every thrust. Unforgiving of all your whimpers of protest, he fucks into you slow but long thrusts as your head tilted back.

You could feel the warmth in your center resurfacing, growing more as he bounces you back on his dick. Basking in the pretty sounds you made moving over him, which he thought were the most sweetest yet hottest thing to welcome his ears. A loud gasp ripped itself from his throat, falling forward hot skin pressed to your back. Endlessly groaning into your ear, ropes of his seed coating your walls full feeling you squeeze around him just right. Yoongi hums content against skin, nipping and sucking a bruise to your neck while he finally decided to pull out to admire his work. He sighs out dreamily in his daze “Wish I could taste you right now.” he whispers more so to himself than you, spreading your pussy lips apart to watch his seed ooze from your fluttering abused hole.

He admires your cunt swollen and pink before helping you turn over on your back, half slouched over his seat deeming your trail of tears from the overstimulation.

You were sat back in your seat calming back down while he kept receiving text, you peek over to see his eyes were shut. And of course you were only curious.. so you peek over to see it.

Kiyomi (huge tits): answer meeee :c

Kiyomi (huge tits): i guess u don’t want me to come over tomorrow

Kiyomi (huge tits): hmph 😠

And you don’t know why you ever decided being curious was a good idea. You were fucking stupid, fuck the universe for creating your brain to be this incredulous with everything. You don’t know what to say, let alone think. Your eyes just stare aimlessly now at his phone, the device that sat burning between you and the man. His eyes slowly opening back wide to swipe his phone from you. Watching your once satisfied grin form into a look of utter shock and despair, only watching the man go on about not to look at his phone with a hiss of annoyance “Don’t be fucking stupid and look at my phone.” and just like that he made things worse, were you really sure of what you just saw? He was never a mediator for your feelings, why did you ever get your hopes up.

He attempts to decipher what’s going on in your mind right now, looking for answers in your furrowed features while nothing was shown but pained silence.

You could feel your own insides squirming, your whole body burning still. While you settled down on his leathered seats properly, your chest began to move in abrupt tandem up and down with arising anxiety of what is about to come.

You had always been the different contrasts of you in bed, every moment of yoongi’s pleasure he liked the way you could take anything. But there was something controlled in it that had frightened him. You never let go, even when he was falling apart inside you. Sometimes you would rest on his shoulder, kissing at his neck breathless a mumble falling through swollen lips but that terrified him to no doubt, which left him doing the thing that was best and it was ignoring it all.

You crawl yourself away with a wobble to your legs he reaches out to hold you up, gentlemanly out of all the times you fucked “Woah, what are you doing are you ok,” your teeth gnaws on the redden petal of your lip moving to the seats across from him that connected in the limo, ignoring him straight not even sparing eye contact. But of course that doesn’t stop him from continuing on to speak “Was I too rough, did I hurt you?” your hurt grew into a mix of annoyance in more attempts to mask your pain you felt it was best muttering out the first few words that came off the top of your foggy mind because you were sick and tired of his blatant denial “Can’t believe ‘m fucking a midget in my free time.” this was a low blow and maybe harsh but you didn’t care nor were you thinking, yoongi sat back in the leathered seats remaining unbothered at the satirical jab.

Smiling ear to ear wearing that stupidly charming Cheshire grin of his “and you sure love fucking this midget sweetheart,—” you scoffed, not giving him the time of night to go on. Your eyes muster the courage to stare immediately to his, sending straight daggers to his dilated black pupils that noticed you were sniffling tears before sighing in hopelessness “Must feel pathetic for you then? im quite literally your height Yoongi.. if not taller.” this was doing nothing for you in attempts to soothe your self worth, if anything he embraced being small. He loved himself, you shouldn’t be surprised that he embraced everything of himself. There was nothing else to point out that was imperfect in your eyes, at least except maybe the plain obvious: his god awful ego and complex.

You should’ve called him out, you really fucking should of. But you don’t, you weren’t planning to accept any of this fully. In your own denial that he was never going to change and you didn’t want to accept that there was no room in his heart for you. Apart of you is in love with yoongi, you care and love him with all of you as much as you tried to deny it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be sat across from him with carpet burn for knees, bare naked sporting the knots in your hair. All the while brimming fresh tears, you tried not to break down and scream out how you really felt with all of this, everything.

You felt sick now having to wear his clothes pulling on the shirt he passed to you silently, thanks to his great habit of ripping your clothes to shreds. You swear under your breath at how you were going to smell so strongly of him later.

His eyes widen in confusion, he adjusts himself knowing he wasn’t going to fulfill another orgasm tonight. Slipping his half hard cock back into his slacks, the zipping sound stings your ears with cringe. The whole reality of your situation hitting you internally, thoughts interrupted of his gruff voice knowing eyes staring into your red ones.

You could just stare into his eyes with false hope needing your answer now, wanting to hear the few words you yearned to hear for the past months.

“Are you crying.. y/n?”

he moves closer across the seats that connected to where you sat. You should tell him to stop, but you don’t. You turn your back to him in your seat with relatalition a slight wobble in your movement, your lip trembles pulling the spare sweats he had to share. Back on feeling the calm before the storm of your impending heart break about to unfold.

“N-nope, ‘m not yoongi.” you wince at your weak attempt to mask your hurt, it was obvious that your voice was on the verge of more incoming tears. And you had prayed to the heavens from above that somehow he was too tone deaf to catch on. But the heavens failed you, of course.

A cold hand is at your waist eliciting goosebumps, hot breath over the shell of your ear “We can stop for the night if you are uncomfortable, hm?” There’s somehow still a soft scent to him that is masked with his musky cologne you think it’s his detergent “Never want to make you feel like you are forced to do this, we can go in to just relax.” and it stings your heart even more because you know if he dropped this complex, and somehow had a change of heart he could maybe just maybe be yours. His death induced glares when others stared at you for too long were not missed, or the way he made it known to his colleagues that you were only his to fuck as degrading as it came to be. The reality of this all is you were his completely, he even knew this himself but ignored any advances you have shown and now you knew you needed to accept it this time for your own good. You didn’t know any better, you didn’t want to take no for an answer once it came all down to it.

“Yoongi please.”

his chin rests on your shoulder, a small hum reverberating against your skin. A shaky exhale escapes you finally speaking up but just barely, “Am I the only one?” you feel his hand from your waist drop, his chin gone with a rough cough as if you asked something rudely insulting “No, you aren’t.” your head drops to your shoulders, with pursed lips you nod finally turning to face him. Just to be met with sorry eyes, wearing a look of seriousness noticing the way he gnawed the inside of his cheek out of habit looking for a sign of what to do, “Ok, o-” you weren’t stupid, you saw the texts there in plain sight. You just wanted him to reassure you.. how sad and desperate are you “You had to have known this already, you know me y/n.” Your heart stings again because somehow you did know deep down already, even before the texts. When you came over to his place with the scent of perfume that wasn’t yours and the stench of sex that lingered in the air, or even the times you would find leftover condom wrappers in the bin that you just knew weren’t from your nights together.

He was never going to truly belong to you, let alone anybody else. And that kind of soothed your heart in some love sick way, that if you couldn’t have him then no one else could. Emotions race through your mind until you couldn’t dissect the feelings between anger or hurt. Your words were caught straight in your throat and you didn’t know what to say, you had to say something because his eyes continued to bore into yours as if you held all the truth in your little mind.

“Do you.. want me more than this, maybe if we could try to be.” you sigh shakily “More than friends with benefits?”

It’s silence, deafening to the soft ambiance of his spotify playlist only heard. The volume turned down now, low enough that you would have to be this quiet to make out the songs being played. You notice now that the engine of the vehicle was no longer on, which meant you arrived to his flat.. over an hour from home and you felt inevitably stuck. You were to stay the night but now you weren’t so sure of that idea.

He speaks up with a short breath of laughter looking into your eyes, hoping to find any signs you were joking “You are playing with me right, it’s honestly funny to think we would ever date.” those words he already repeated, bounced integrating in your thick skull.

There it was, those painful few words that crushed everything in you within seconds.

“Why not.. we spend all this time together already and we get along r-right? We don’t argue that much, why, why can’t you give us a chance?”

You sounded desperate, because you sincerely were. If there was any bystanders you were sure they would have laughed. You really had all hope if you begged enough that he would have the heart to give you a chance, but how silly that you lived in your head of false reality until someone had to take the extreme measures of hurting you properly to wake you up from your daydream.

His stare gapes at you just like you were a joke, his arms to his chest now with his mouth agape in a mid scoff of disbelief mixed with laughter shaking his head “Are you fucking kidding me y/n? We fight to the point where you cry and cry, until I have to leave you alone so you can calm the fuck down.”

He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose eyes shut in annoyance with an exasperated sigh floating from his lips. There’s a sly roll to his eyes that you catch instantly, your heart dropping into your stomach.

“We, us.. whatever you think this is,” his fingers point motioned between you two “This is a situation where two people fuck with no strings attached. I have made that very fucking clear, i’m never going to be in a relationship with you or anyone for that matter.”

Words of bitter truth and honesty fell on deaf ears, you stare out in nothing but ringing in your head that wouldn’t stop. Reality doesn't appear to be real anymore, you only remember the moments before all of this coming into his car. Looking out through the window with lips tracing onto your neck whispers of completely meaningless praise, you wanted to go back to those last moments and redo everything no matter how wrong it was to wish. You shouldn’t have asked, you hated change and you wanted to take everything back, why did you even bother.

A hand comes to place on your shoulder again, jerking back from a touch that somehow felt the equivalence to a sting. No longer familiar with warmth that used to spread throughout your body into butterflies. Your body tenses, unable to process anything but his worrisome eyes staring to yours with nothing but pure pity. Your own stared to his and you wanted to speak, feel anything but the ringing sensation throughout your body. Most of the time you would have bawled your eyes out by then, all of your emotions were waiting to implode from your body and finally..it was all too intense to take. You did the ethical thing of rushing out the car door that was already opened by his driver, not sure for how long. At this point not even giving a damn what he all witnessed.

You don’t know where you are running, your mind has not a clue with direction. Your body trampling over to the nearest bush puking your guts out. You hate the feeling like you are a burden to him, Yoongi. Someone he feels obligated to worry for. You just being as capable of protecting yourself and he knows that, he knows you are strong and able to take care of your well-being. Next time, next time you will be stronger and and- fuck you don’t know. Will there even be a next time?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing!”

His voice is an urgent yell and that’s when you realize you can’t breathe. Your chest hurts something tight and heavy, you don’t know why. His breath is coming up next to you in heavy breaths. Your vision is starry like, a mess just like you. This whole situation between you and Yoongi has triggered many panic attacks to happen before but you always caught yourself grounding back to earth before they could succumb to you. When this triggered your anxiety, when you have difficulty being around other people. You begin to experience things in a 3rd perspective. The sense of your body leaving you, feeling as if it was floating off into oblivion and you can’t stop it from pulling you further from the present of life.

A blunt cold wind of winter air hits against your flushed skin and all your body could do was continue to vomit everything that was left from your stomach. In the midst of crying your eyes out his worried tensed voice calling out, feeling fingers pull your hair back into a makeshift pony tail. Not looking to see him motion his driver to park his car while he handled you. Only able to stare through your blurry vision down at the snow covered concrete ground, somehow finding some solace in that. Your hands shakily holding themselves up over, knees trying to not to collapse at the ground. It was so hard that you felt your body shutting down, before your knees decide to buck when his hand pulls your back close to his chest “What the fuck are you doing running away like that? Stay, stay still Jesus Christ.” you continue to squirm in his grasp, broken sobs ripping right from your throat.

Only pushing your head to his shoulder, hand tucked over the back of your head rocking you both side to side while he finally calms you down. You being the first to pull yourself from his shoulder, he sighs out shakily pulling the napkin from his coat pocket. Cold fingers hooked under your chin holding onto you tight so you couldn’t deny him. You make the great mistake of looking into his eyes, he smiles solemn at your broken features making you want to throw up all over again.

Tears left you falling silently to your chin with every sniff, wiping your nose, cheeks and mouth of any excess of whatever you had and still were mustering. Pushing the napkin back in his pocket, eyes tiredly look into his with no life found in them no longer. Only glassy empty doe eyes staring into his, your lips formed down into a pout that he couldn’t stop to find himself cute. As fucked as it was given the situation. He holds his gaze not faltering once, fingers finally leaving your skin. Your eyes look to the ground feeling sudden warmth of his coat around your shoulders and this time, you couldn’t find the strength in you to reject him once more. You accepted it, your gaze lingering back to him with a look of sadness mixed in confusion. All yoongi could offer to you was his hand to your back, walking with you by his side to his apartment in silence. The snow falling onto both of your hair and dissolving into your skin, unbothered to wipe any that fell to your lashes.

You’re in his apartment worn in a change of clothes that were his, which you found odd since you had few pairs of clothes tucked away in his closet. You questioned yoongi and his smile small, explaining that you needed a sweater rather than a tank top. Right.. that’s what it was, not because he wanted you in his clothes. You nod accepting it and resume your eyes back to your phone to continue watching cat videos to distract yourself from another spiral of dissociation, ignoring Yoongi’s presence completely.

While you’re left in your own little world cooing at the cat that walked on its hind legs out of being frighten, you giggle feeling for the feline. He calls your name which you ignore, he huffs. Listening to foot steps pad closer to you he hums before deciding in speaking softly to you “Made you kong-guksu” your eyes widen trailing slowly over the bowel that begged you to be devoured, you push your protests aside and take the tray and bowl with you before stuffing cheeks full that puffed of food. Your brows pinched humming as if you were angry at the food slurping it down so eager to eat every bite, when he catches the action he smiles foolishly up from his phone sat down across from you.

Your figure wrapped in blankets around your lower half tucked to the couch watching the compilation down at your phone of cat videos smiling to yourself or every so often cooing at the screen with a quiet squeal while sipping your soup taking the last small bites. You would occasionally look back up at him to find a hint of a small grin hovered over his lips, only sending a bitter grimace. eyes shot back down immediately to your phone with a genuine smile, reminded of the kittens on your screen drinking milk.

He’d hope you guys would end up talking but you barely said a word to him since the car, he couldn’t blame you. But it lessen his impatience to no end, he had so much to say. Hopefully morning would be different, time later on ended in you restlessly passing out asleep on his couch, he thanked the universe you were too tired to call an Uber home to avoid of him.

Landing you here and now, right into his bed nestled close to a warm chest in the early morning.

You huff and groan growling lowly to yourself at the unasked for gesture tearing the blankets right off from you and tumbling out of bed to haul ass to his living room trying to find your jumbled mess of thoughts along with your belongings.

You felt disgusted he would even have the confidence to put you and him in the same bed after the recent events that have taken place probably with that girl, you could feel the bile coming back to your throat. Feeling yourself spiraling back down into an abyss of awful thoughts hoping they would stop. Which somehow the universe listened to you uncannily, it was rhetorical universe damn it.

“Hey.. don’t leave yet. We need to talk.” a gruff deep voice wakens you more, maybe the wrong things especially given your situation but you push that aside. You take a deep breath both of you standing in his living room awkward and terse, his eyes trailing over your face to see how tired and restless you looked.

“I.. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Your voice sounds broken, and it hurts him.

“No. It wasn’t a question, we are going to talk whether you like it or not.” he’s already being defensive, he knows it wasn’t a good approach to take at all. He talked to himself all night of what to say once this conversation happened so why the hell did he just make things worse.

You practically stagger in your movement before laughing at him bitterly, so fucking done with this. Fuck him and fuck kiyomi, fuck everyone.

“You can’t be for real, what do you want me to do, you want me to hug you like I did before?” you scoff trying your best to hold all of the emotions you buried back, of course terribly failing “Do you want me to watch a movie cuddled next to you and pretend that everything is ok because,” you take a heavy breath before continuing to fume and seethe in your anger not realizing your hands trembled down by your sides “I- can’t and pretend that I’m not in love with you Min fucking Yoongi!”

he has nothing to say, completely speechless. Are you surprised, no. He has no capability of having sympathy or understanding of your feelings even if they aren’t able to be returned.

He is silent. Hurting because you’re hurting, he knows you don’t want his pity. But he can’t help the urge to want to hold you close, craving for your warmth against him. But you only step back further away “Y/n.” yoongi reaches out, but you just take another step.

“No.” you mumble, “You’ll hold me and say we’re friends with special circumstances but no— I don’t want to just be your damn friend.” “I want to kiss you freely and call you mine.”

Your heart is practically lurching out of your chest, you don’t know when you got this bold but it feels freeing to be able to say what you have held in for this long, the truth always comes out no matter what. As cliche as that is, it’s so painstakingly true.

“Ok. Ok I’m sorry.. I fucking mean that. I never meant to lead you on, ok? I honestly didn’t know what to do, im being honest here.. I mean that.”

and you know Yoongi is being honest, you see it in his eyes and can render his body language and facial expressions for being real and genuine. How saddening you have to do an analysis on him to see if he is lying or not, you couldn’t stop yourself from bitterly laughing with a shake in your shoulders walking past him to sit yourself on the couch. Honestly all your care in the world right now slowly left your body, deciding you were going to do and say whatever you wanted.

You can tell he is beginning to become nervous when you notice he gnaws on the corner of his lip, twisting and turning his rings before heavily trying to mask his sigh “Ok.. ok let’s stop. Let’s, let’s fix this.” he sees your eyes peek up in wide eye confusion, what the— “Is this all because of Kiyomi?” ding ding we have a winner “Of.. of course it fucking is, how would you like it if I hooked up with someone else and they texted me in the middle of sex with you.” a shaky breath leaves you before looking into his clueless eyes genuinely asking him this

“Would you like that Yoongi, please. Would you really?”

And the way you see him close his eyes, taking a deep breath and slowly open his eyes and stare at you with a lethal glare. You know you just hit an unexpected nerve. He didn’t want to answer that, he sent the signal clear and straight when he gives you a pointed look his eyebrow cocked. And usually you would back down and apologize, but no, fuck him. He deserves what is about to come right the fuck now.

You pause and drift off to stare at your phone purposely before a crooked grin forms on your face and you can just feel him tense when you hear a soft breath shake out from his lips.

“Maybe it’s best we just..” you look up at his eyes with that look, the one that leaves him all the types of confused “you know, end this and I hook up with someone else while you get her.” you press on with a devious smirk fiddling with your phone as if you were in thought of who to contact.

He doesn’t respond and you realize you’ll continue then, huh. He’s always been a hard one to crack. You bite your lip hard, eyes set at his dark irises that grew with that look you just gave him.

“Don’tcha think min?” you know he hates it when you address him formally, like this. Maybe he can read it in your gaze.. you can’t really tell. He is too good at hiding his actual feelings, it doesn’t help your small brain but no need. He confirms you have woken the untamed beast in it’s locked cage.

“Well may-be you fucking should sleep with someone since you seem so set on the god damn idea y/n. Go a fucking head.” He growls throwing his hands in the air in defeat turning his back while you just turn your big eyes to implore over his that looked over his shoulder, noticing he faltered begging you with droopy sad eyes to deny the idea and you could but.. mmm, no. You decide to spit venom in his direction dragging it further “‘Kay, will do.” your smile pursed proudly with that shit eating grin only a brat could master in pissing someone off with, while you went to your phone and acted as if you were texting someone before a special hand snatched the phone right from your hands.

“What the fuck y/n. You are kidding me right, were you actually going to text someone?” he stares at you crazed holding your phone in the air not even wanting to look and see you only had your notes app open had typed in random letters.

You mumble to yourself arms crossed pouting all over again like a baby “Yep. You do the same, in fact you did it to me the second after i sucked your stupid dick,” your shoulders only slack giving up with the prospect “Why cant I then?” your smile graceful now staring up at him through lashes

and while you are muddled in your thoughts ready for your next retort the man of the hour speaks “I’ll be dammed to let you sleep with someone else.”

“Huh. What are you going to d-“ and just like that yoongi won’t even allow you to breath the final words of your sentence before your tongues can clash into a sloppy make out session, he tells you right against your lips in a hushed demand “I’ll fucking drop her. Don’t you dare think about hooking up with someone else, I’m fucking sorry, ok?” you inhale his breath practically nodding your head off, licking your lips. Nose to nose right now and you just can’t help yourself to reel back into his forbidden never ending trap.

“If I can’t have your heart at least let me have your dick” you grumble under your breath and he only can snicker at the remark, his shocked jealousy falling quickly into genuine laughter.

He thinks it’s funny but really you’re huffing out pouncing off from the couch stomping over to hit his chest “I am not kidding Yoongi, I’m so serious.” your eyes implore on his, pout visible while he decides to pull at your lip letting it pop back in place making a blop sound “I heard you.” he hooks your chin for both of your eyes to meet his slacked, relaxed even you could say while yours remained wide “You’re cute you know, too bad you’re dumb” you groan breaking from his weak grasp — smacking his arm leaving yourself to plop back to the couch

“You’re stupid, not me.”

Once more you aren’t allowed to think before both of your sloppy mouthes ghost over each looking into each other’s lust filled eyes gasping and moaning into each other with every lick, tasting bitter lime suspecting he drunk while you slept. Your brows furrowed trying to get ahold of yourself grasping onto his jaw.

He shouldn’t look this good, feel this good.

But you just nod in a daze, forehead moved over against his shoulder before moving again a finger hooked under your chin. Kissing your lips feeling your heart jump in your chest gasping out “Fuck y/n,” Yoongi chokes, head thrown back before resting back onto you “God, look what you do to me.”

You don’t respond but he continues to speak, “Just don’t go” “please.” you almost missed how his voice wavered, and you smiled tired thinking back to the previous night where you dreamt he rocked you close to him in his arms at night, lulling you to sleep with soft touches of his fingers rubbing your scalp with eyes falling heavy of sleep head resting on his chest.

You never wanted anyone to wreck havoc on whatever this was, but the thing was.. no one needed to. You and yoongi wrecked each other enough, you would fight and fight then fuck the anger and sorrow from one another to become breathless and whisper sweet nothings that you guys were gonna be ok and that you forgave each other.

You finally came to a realization, this was an endless loop from here and you knew this would end badly.

Just like your friend told you before “you’re no stranger to love and he wouldn’t be waiting for you if there was a given chance, he thinks you won’t leave and he believes that if you do you would meet again, suffering together all over.” and you smile sadly because it was true, you only suffered together but you didn’t mind that.

Loving him too much to let go, it was unhealthy and an endless circle of nothing coming your way.

You think you and Yoongi are good people morally but this was nothing the sorts of good you both carried on your own, even if others thought Yoongi was a horrible person and maybe you thought that yourself at times. But all that aside you saw good in him beneath all the bad, here you are to nod happily receiving a sweet corner kiss with a quiet whisper of hot breath telling you all the nothing but

“I knew you would stay.”

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: for my fourth time writing im proud of this story !!꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒ ‘twas planning to do a two shot but i dunno this story seems pretty straight forward with where this “relationship” would take them.. nonetheless i hope you liked it and of course don’t be shy tell me your thoughts (💭💭)

I am you

It’s been years since I’ve logged in but I’m waiting for yoongis return