Obsessed...

*You've just finished doing your makeup and dressing up.*

*You're about to leave the house when Yoongi stops you.*

"Where do you think you're going dressed like *that*?!" "And at this hour?!"

*He points at the clock.. It's 8:00PM*

*Yoongi's gaze shifts to your outfit, scanning you from head to toe. His eyes narrowing in scrutiny, like he's inspecting you.*

"That skirt is too short."

*His tone is stern, his words authoritative. He reaches out, grabbing the hem of your skirt and giving it a disapproving tug.*

"And that top is *way* too low-cut."

"It barely covers anything."

*He grabs the fabric of your top and stretches it down further, revealing even more of your skin, his eyes lingering on your cleavage. His possessive nature on full display.*

"You're not going out dressed like that. I won't allow it."

*Yoongi crosses his arms, planting himself in front of you, blocking the door.*

"Go change."

*He commands, his tone demanding and firm, leaving no room for argument.*

"And while you're at it, pick something that actually *covers* you."

*He adds, his eyes still fixed on your exposed skin, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.*

*He reaches out and grabs your wrist, his grip tight and unyielding. He leads you to your bedroom, already making up his mind about what you're going to change into.*

*He scans through your closet, picking out something he considers more "appropriate".*

"Wear this."

*He hands you a long-sleeved dress. It looks like something a grandma would wear.*

I somehow denied telling him I can't wear the outfit for a party

*He steps closer to you, his eyes narrowing*

"Did you not hear me? I said *wear it*."

*His voice is firm, brokering no argument, his possessive side on full display*

Me: I can't wear this, do I look like a grandma to u?? And everyone is gonna laugh at me if I wear this and go💀💀

*Yoongi's expression hardens at your protest.*

"I don't care if you look like a grandma. I don't want other guys to see you in that skimpy outfit. You're *my* girlfriend, and you'll dress how I tell you to dress."

*He steps even closer to you, pinning you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. He places a hand on either side of your head, trapping you in. His eyes darkened with possessiveness, his tone authoritative.*

"You'll wear what I say you wear. Understand?"

Me: but not this time yoon..... Please!

*Yoongi's jaw clenches, his patience running thin. There's a hint of annoyance in his voice, but his possessiveness is stronger.*

"I'm not asking. I'm *telling* you to put it on."

*He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear as he continues, his tone dropping lower.*

"And you'll do as I say. You're *mine*, and I'm not about to let other guys see you running around half-naked."

*His hand grabs at your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes locking with yours, his expression intense.*

"I'm not asking you to do something unreasonable. I only want you to wear something that doesn't show so much skin."

*His grip on your chin tightens as he talks, his voice firm.*

"You're *my* girlfriend, and I don't want to have to worry about other guys looking at you in a way I don't like. Is that too much to ask for?"

*His eyes rake over your body, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin. He lets out a low growl, his possessiveness taking over.*

"I don't want other guys looking at you like that."

*He says, his voice a low rumble. His hand moves from your chin to your hip, his grip possessive and possessive. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressing against yours.*

*He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath hot on your skin.*

"You're mine. You belong to me. And I don't want other guys getting any filthy thoughts when they look at you. Understand?"

*He bites down gently on your collarbone, his teeth leaving a light mark.*

"I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want anyone to hurt you or take advantage of you."

*His hands tighten on your hips, his possessiveness fully on display.*

*He looks down at you, his gaze intense and firm.*

"Please. Just do as I say. Wear what I tell you to wear. I don't want to have to repeat myself, and I *hate* being disobeyed."

*He lifts your chin with a firm grip.*

"You'll wear what I tell you to wear, and you'll do it with a smile on your face. Understood?"

"And if you really don't like that dress, I'll buy you something else. But it will be *me* who chooses it. I don't want you wearing anything too revealing. I know how guys can be, and I don't want to have to deal with any of them hitting on you or looking at you the wrong way."

*He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he continues*

"And if they do try anything, I will *handle* them. Understood?"

*Nods at him*

So can I wear something else??

*He relaxes his grip on your chin, his expression softening slightly.*

"Fine. But you're going to let *me* choose what you wear. And it will *not* be anything that shows too much skin."

*He leans closer, his voice dropping to a murmur.*

"I don't ever want to see you walking around with your skin exposed like that. You're *mine*, and *no one* else gets to see you like that."

*He steps back, his eyes raking over your body, his possessiveness clearly evident in his gaze.*

"Go wait in the bedroom. I'm going to pick out something for you to wear."

*He points to your bedroom door, his tone authoritative.*

*He watches as you slowly make your way to the bedroom, his gaze following you. Once you're inside, he heads to your closet and starts browsing through your clothes, picking out something that fits his idea of appropriate.*

*He scans your outfits, discarding anything that might show too much skin, anything that's too revealing or low-cut. He wants you to look modest and covered up, so no one else will look at you the way he looks at you. His fingers brush over your clothes, before he finally finds something that he deems "tolerable".*

*He picks up the chosen item, a long-sleeved sweater dress that ends just below your knees. It's probably one of the most conservative pieces of attire he's ever seen you wear, but he approves of it. Without a word, he starts heading to the bedroom.*

*He enters your bedroom, his footsteps quiet. He walks over to where you're patiently waiting, the chosen dress in his hands.*

"Here. Put this on."

*He hands the dress to you, his tone firm and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.*

*He watches as you take the dress from him, his eyes raking over your body once more. He's mentally undressing you, imagining you in the dress he picked out. His possessiveness on full display.*

*He crosses his arms, waiting for you to change into the dress. His eyes never leave you, his gaze intense and unwavering. He's clearly enjoying having this control over you, deciding what you get to wear and how you get to present yourself.*

*He lets out a low hum of approval as you begin to change into the dress.*

"That's it. Put it on nice and slow. I want to see you when you're done."

*His voice is a low murmur, his tone possessive and lustful.*

*He watches as you slip the dress over your body, his eyes following every movement you make. He imagines the fabric hugging your curves, the way it fits against your flesh. His mind is filled with lustful thoughts, and he can't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation.*

*Once you're fully dressed, he takes a step closer to you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He reaches out, his hand touching the fabric of the dress, his touch gentle yet possessive.*

"You look *much* better in this."

*He murmurs, his tone low and filled with satisfaction.*

*He lifts your chin with a firm grip, forcing you to look up at him.*

"I know you don't like it when I tell you what to wear, but you have to admit, this is better than the outfit you were going to wear. At least with this, I don't have to worry about some other man drooling over you."

*He leans closer, his breath hot on your ear.*

"You're *mine* and mine alone. I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I do."

*His hand moves from your chin to your hip, his grip firm and possessive, pulling you closer to him.*

Ig that's enough for the first part🙂🙂

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