Shield || Jjk

Shield || jjk

⇢ pairing: security guard!jungkook x bartender!reader ⇢ genre: fluff, romance, smut ⇢ word count: 18.6k ⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, lots of dirty talk it’s pretty filthy, a brief scene of harassment (it’s not graphic, no touching involved), spanking, hair pulling, jungkook has a big dick, jungkook is the cutest shyest boy to ever exist, reader and jk blush A LOT, jk in a leather jacket that’s about it ⇢ summary: An unfortunate, messy situation involving a drunk asshole not taking no for an answer prompts your boss to hire a new security guard to stay near, just for safe-keeping. When all you were expecting was a guy in his late thirties who couldn’t bother to smile, much less be friendly, you’re pleasantly surprised by the cute, rather shy guy whose job is to keep his eyes on you and protect you for five nights a week.

A/N: I am SOSOSOSO happy with this fic. I had so much fun writing it. This was written in a couple of days where I just sat for straight HOURS writing like,,,,5k words a sitting. I love this with my whole heart and I hope y’all do too. Please, let me know what you think, feedback is, as always, very much appreciated!

Banner was made by the wonderful angel @mikrokosm​ thank you sm baby!!! this looks so much better than the trashy one i made asjsksj

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Masterlist✨

My hero academia 🥦🔥

Fluff 💕/ Smut 🔥/Angst 😡/Sad 🥲

Keigo takami

Making cookies 💕

Dabi/Touya

You'll never leave me(Yandere!)😡

Jealous Dabi x F!Reader 🔥?

Katsuki Bakugou

Distraction 💕

Bakugou dating headcannon 💕

Tomura Shigaraki

All thanks to the cat 💕

The date 💕

Yandere Shigaraki (Yandere!)💕?

right where you left me 🥲

Shoto Todoroki

How a relationship with Shoto Todoroki would develop 💕

Always 💕

Shouta Aizawa

Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa

Eijirou Kirishima

Too blind to see 💕 Part 1

Making cookies (Hawks/Keigo X F!reader)

Hello everyone! My name is Vi and this is my first time writing in this app so I hope you enjoy it!❤️ (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: none, just fluff

It's been a very long week for Hawks. Fighting villains, rescuing civilians and dealing with the commission was too much! Sometimes he wishes to just stay at home with y/n where he could be "Keigo", a normal guy who enjoys cuddling on the couch watching movies while his girlfriend strokes his hair.

The bird man arrived past 1 AM, he was really exhausted and needed to rest but, once laying on bed, all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think about what had happened that day. Apparently, sleeping was not al option so Hawks opted for having a shower in order to relax.

While in the shower he heard a huge impact coming from downstairs. Rushing outside the bathroom, he found y/n nowhere to be seen and instantly panicked. He thought that maybe Dabi and the others had find out about him being undercover in the LOV all this time and were taking you away from him.

He came downstairs flying, ready to fight but instead he found his s/o measuring ingredients in the kitchen. She turned around and smiled at him saying "I heard you could't sleep so I thought 'how about we make some cookies?' "

To say Keigo was astonished was understanding. First, he was worried that someone may have hurt you and then, you were suggesting making cookies out of nowhere. Even though his heart was beating so fast, he was glad she was safe and wanted to spent time with him. So he took her hand and pulled her closer while interlocking their fingers and plant a kiss on her forehead, mumbling "Thanks love"

Y/n looked at him questioning and said "Why is that?" "Because you always understand me even when I don't do it myself and right now you are sacrificing your hours of sleep just to be with me" Keigo said and continued "I really needed your company but I didn't want to wake you...I'm so glad to have you, birdie"

He cup his s/o's cheek and leaned in for a sweet kiss field with love and affection. Then, his other hand (which was holding hers), went to her waist an pulled her even closer like he was afraid that, if he left her go, she might disappear.

They separated a bit and she said "Ok big boy, now let's make some cookies and hot choco so you could sleep!" But he stood near the oven just admiring. Keigo swear he couldn't stop looking at her and the thought of not being able to breathe if she wasn't by his side, scared him.

"¿Amor? Are you ok?" She looked worried but calmed when he responded "As long as you are by my side, I'll be ok" And then, they spent the whole hour laughing and throwing flour to each other.

When sleepiness hit, Keigo was more than happy to be able to hold her and finally feel at home 'cause she was all he needed to be completed.

How a relationship with Shoto Todoroki would develop by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi! ✨ Today I was thinking about how would a relationship with Shoto be like so I wrote this. Hope u enjoy! ☺️ (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: none, just fluff

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Strangers to friends

• When you both entered the U.A, Shoto wasn't interested in making friends as his mission was to supperpass Endeavour. He didn't have time for things as trivial as establishing relationships and he made it known to everyone around him. However, everything changed when he scored a low grade at the spanish exam. He actually thought he could manage that class easily without help but it didn't seem like it and that really damage his self-esteem. Aizawa already knew Shoto would've a negative reaction so he suggested to asked his classmates for help and let's just say, the idea didn't thrilled him. Everybody was asking Yaoyoruzu, Bakugou or Deku for help but he was too proud to asked them. He would figured out something by himself.

• Shoto spent the whole week reading Spanish books but he just couldn't grasped the concept. Also, his irritation grew more as his classmates were progressing faster that him (thanks to the tutoring lessons they were given)

One afternoon in particular, Shoto was in the library working on some exercises when one girl from his class appeared. She grabbed a book and sat down near him. As much as he would like to say he couldn't care less about her, he definitely knew who she was. Her name was y/n, she had an air manipulation quirk and a very distracting face. And by "distracting", he meant "the prettiest face he's ever seen" and what bother him so much it's that, more often than not, he would give quick glaces her way during class and completely forget what he was doing.

Shoto has never been able to make friends as his father always put training above more mundane things so he had cero social skills. So this "attraction" he felt towards her was also something he had never experienced before and even he wanted to get closer to her, he just didn't know how so instead, he did his best to ignore her. However, it was kind of difficult as she definitely was the nicest person he's ever meet.

• y/n saw he was struggling with some spanish exercises and offered to help as it was her first language so it was easy for her and eventhough he declined her offer many times, she helped him anyway. It was actually the best decision she could ever make as not only he got on of the highest scores in class but also, Shoto finally let her get closer to him even if he still had this "unapproachable actitud". And that's how their friendship started and honestly, everybody was shocked that the 1A's rain of sunshine was friends with Todoroki.

• At first it was only saying hi to each other, sitting together at lunch and training together. However, over time, Shoto warmed up to her (and also to others) so they hung out at y/n's bedroom where they watched movies and also had this tradition where they would go to different restaurants or cafe every month.

• After the Sports festival, Endeavour offered y/n to do a internship at his agency along with his son but, for Shoto's relief, she said no as she went to pro hero Hawks agency. Eventhough he would've liked to spent more time with her, he wanted to keep his father away from y/n and her quirk. He felt the need to protected her but little did he know that wasn't just him being connected with but something else; something more deeper and he was about to find out...

Friends to lovers

• Fuyumi invited Shoto's friends, Izuku and Bakugou, to have dinner at their house but Endeavour and her were not expecting someone else to appeared after they all were at the table. Shoto had sent a last minute message to invite y/n but didn't want to tell his sister beforehand as she would've pushed the topic and, honestly, he wasn't ready to rationalized those feelings. Because lately, he's been feeling this kind of excitement every time he caught a glimpse of her, smiling a lot more when she was around and his breath was taken away when she would put her head on his shoulder or held his hand. He could be dense sometimes but he wasn't an idiot, deep down he knew this meant something else but was too coward to act on it. Everybody was shocked to see the young lady as Shoto was someone who kept his private life for himself. Izuku, Bakugou, y/n and him survived the tense situation and where about to head home but not before Fuyumi did an interrogation to Shoto about this new friend of his. Her sixth sense told her little brother was in fact, in love with the e/c girl. It was just too obvious! his sister noticed how his normally "irritated face" (because of Endeavour) light up when y/n arrived or how he was always attentive and paying attention to what she did or what she was saying. Also, when she asked y/n if she was Shoto's girlfriend he did not denied but blushed instead. So she really hoped his brother could be happy with her and treat her right

(Of course Fuyumi gave y/n her number for exchanging recipes and update her about his little brother)

•One particularly day, during training, Izuku and y/n were sparing together, something very unusual as she always trained with Todoroki. At first, he thought that maybe she just wanted to try fighting with other quirks (eventhough theirs work perfectly together) so he kept going with his day as usual. However, when she sat next to Midoriya at lunch and were having a very animated conversation, he started to feel a bit irritated but didn't say anything. That night, he had been so busy that he ended up showering really late. As he was walking to his room, he saw y/n coming out of Midoriya's bedroom and when she realised he just caught her, her eyes widened and she nervously said goodbye to him and left in a hurry. Oh, Shoto saw red! If it wasn't for the fact that Deku had closed his door quickly, he would definitely be freezed by now. He didn't like this feeling of pure range but he couldn't help it. Since when they got along so well? What was so fascinating about Midoriya that everybody fell to his feets? Gosh he prayed she didn't like his friend like that cause he didn't know what he would do. All this interaction lighted up an alarmed that remainded him that she won't wait forever, that he needed to confess before he lost her to someone else

• Shoto couldn't sleep that night, planning his confession and imagining possible scenarios and reactions to it. He didn't know if she felt something more than a friendship and honestly, he was scared shirtless cause he didn't want to lose their great friendship, he wouldn't known what to do with himself if y/n rejected him. He couldn't go back to how his life was before her appeared in it and made it worth living beyond a revenge. And, eventhough he was terrified of her response, it was better than to keep those feelings bottled. So the next morning he left a letter on her desk saying he needed to talked to her and that they should met at the school's terrace.

• Once she stood in front of him, he didn't let her ask any questions and just went straight to the point (as he always did) "Look y/n, the reason I called you here today was because something's been bothering me for a while. You and my feelings for you. Since we first spoke, I thought you were too good to be actually true and when you became my friend, I felt blessed to have someone I can trust and who doesn't judge me. Someone who taught me that it's ok to cry sometimes and that my feelings are valuable. I even started to opened up more to others. And all thanks to you! I'm not gonna lie, when I saw you with Midoriya yesterday, my heart hurt cause the thought of being so close to you yet losing you, was just too much. I know I'm being selfish. You deserve someone who has no trouble expressing their emotions or someone who isn't carrying childhood scars that haven't healed yet (emotionally speaking) Maybe you should be with someone as nice as Midoriya" he paused and continued "but what I'm trying to say is that, if you ever feel anything for me that makes you appreciate the good things above all the bad things I have, I swear to love you with my heart and soul. Take it both of them, it's full of you. Take all of me y/n, I'm already yours anyway... It's ok if you don't reciprocate, I mean you don't -" And Shoto was definitely not expecting for her to kiss him but he won't complain. The kiss was a bit clownsly as they were inexperienced but it was beautiful because they loved each other and they would've time to learn. From that day, Shoto kept his promise to loved her and protect her and he felt in love with her every day all over again.

All thanks to the cat (Shigaraki X F!Reader) by Vi ✨

Hi everyone! It's Vi ✨ Today I decided to write something about our crusty boy, he needs to be loved ❤️ I hope you enjoy! (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: mention of blood but fluff anyway

All character reservations to Horikoshi

While the league of villains' location was still unknown, Tomura could walk around the neighborhood wearing a hoodie to hyde his face just in case someone recognised him. He wasn't a morning person so usually all his scapes from the hideout were at night, probably to get coffee or some snacks as an excuse to get away from the others.

On his way to the convince store, he saw a cute kitten in the middle of the street. It looked a little lost and terrified of its surroundings but Shigaraki paid no attention and kept walking. That was until he heard a car speeding towards the cat and, without thinking, he ran across the street to grabbed it and pushed both himself and the animal to the sidewalk. The car stopped a few meters away from them and the driver got out of vehicle to check if everything was ok. Unfortunately for him, Tomura is not one to forgive so, in the blink of an eye, he decayed the guy and left with the kitten. The little thing seem to appreciate his gesture as it started to rub its head on him. That's when the villain realised it had a collar with a telephone number. He contemplated for many minutes if he should gave the cat back to its owner or take it with him. However, he couldn't go back to the league with a kitten, they would saw him as someone weak so he surprisingly opted for calling the owner.

It was 11 PM and they probably won't pick up but he gave it a try anyways. At the second tone, a girly voice sound from the other side of the line and Shigaraki just froze on the spot. He was not expecting for them to respond and even worst, for it to be a girl.

"Hi, is someone there?" The angelic voice said and Tomura realised he should say something before she hang up "Hey I - I found your cat on the street and it was almost hit by a car..." "Omg! Noooooo, did something happened to him?! Please tell me he is okay!" "Yeah...he is here with me, may you pick him up? I'm in front of the convince store" "Yes!! I'll be right there! Wait for me, don't go please" And their conversation ended

Tomura started to sweat thinking that a woman was coming and he didn't know what to say or how to even talk a female. But then he thought about what would happened if she recognised him, he definitely would've to kill her but all those thoughts were out of the window once he saw her. Oh, how he wasn't prepared for such a sight! A curvy short girl appeared from around the corner and her face lighted up once she saw them. Her h/c hair was a little bit messy and apparently, she was wearing a nightgown under a big jacket that cover most part of it. Tomura brain was malfunctioning at this point and his heart beat so fast he swore it would come out his chest.

"Oh, thanks god Sombra (means shadow in Spanish) it's ok! I've been looking for him all day but couldn't find him anywhere! Your are such a lifesaver! Thank you so much" the pretty girl was almost crying as she grabbed her cat while giving it a few kisses and Shigaraki heart almost skipped a beat at the sight.

"What's your name, mysterious knight in shining armour?" She looked at him with a smile on her face and it took a few seconds for him to respond because of how flustered he was "I'm Tomura" "Nice to meet you, Tomura! I'm y/n" She extended her hand waiting for him to shake hers but before he could reacted, the e/c eyed girl grabbed his hand and shake it enthusiasticly

He was staring at her, waiting for the inevitable moment of her turning to dust. However, it never came as she separated from him and kept talking about something he couldn't catch on.

What had happened? Why didn't she turned into dust like the others? He started to scratch his neck as she turned to look at him worryingly.

"Sorry if I'm overstepping a boundary but your neck is bleeding a little bit, let me..." Y/n didn't finished her sentence as she reached her hand to his neck and suddenly, all scratch marks and blood was gone

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously about what her quirk was and also wondering why someone as sexy as her would get near or even help someone like him " I have a sanation quirk! I can cure from a headache to a missing limb and it also makes my body immune to some attacks. Cool, isn't it?" She wink at him and the air left his lungs for a moment. God, was she beautiful! "Yeah, it's a pretty cool quirk"

"Well, it's getting late so I probably should be going" Oh no, it's the first time he found someone who he couldn't turned into dust and also the first girl to look at him and not be disgust and she was already leaving. Tomura thought this was some kind of sick joke fate played with him where it would showed him the best piece of god's creation and then, take it away from him. Because freaks like him never get the girl even if they are willing to burn the whole world for them. But sometimes, fate plays with very interesting cards and makes unexpected happen

"Hey I'm... After all you've done for Sombra the least I could do is invite you to lunch sometime! Maybe somewhere quite where we could talk...What do you say?" She said as her cheeks turned red and she avoid looking at him

Shigaraki was not expecting her to invite him to hang out but he wouldn't complained. He felt flustered that a cute girl such as her wanted to go out with him. He couldn't believed his luck! He actually considered this being a dream and he didn't want to wake up anytime soon

"Yes, I would like that" he tried to smile as her eyes shined with excitement "Great! I'll give you my number so we can communicate and see when or where we could go!" If this wasn't the best day of his entire life, when y/n kissed his cheek as a goodbye, it definitely was!

Let's just say that Tomura came back to the hideout with more than a few snacks

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Bonus

Him: Hi, It's Tomura

Him: Hope you and sombra arrived ok

Cute girl: Hiii Tomura!

Cute girl: Yes we did! He is already sleeping.

Cute girl: Too much adventure for him 😜

Cute girl: Thanks again for saving him! I own you one 🙏🏻

Him: It's ok, he was too cute to ignore

Cute girl: hahaha yeah! He is the cutest

("You are the cutest" He wanted to say but thought it was too early for that)

Cute girl: *picture attached* ( y/n with Sombra on bed)

Cute girl: Ready for bed! Hope u have a good night sleep! See you soon, Tomura 😘

(Oh, his soul left his body after that.

He probably won't admit that he watched that photo every night before bed. He should buy a treat to that cat when he sees it again)

Stuttering

Namjoon

!vanity dresser sex

mature (m) it’s a long one cause our Joonie needs more love & appreciation x

“Hey are you going to see this RM rapper everyone keeps talking about?”

You raised your gaze from your journal and looked over at your friend. “Hm?”

“You know? Rap monster? He wears this skull mask to cover half of his face to keep his identity a secret?”

Oh you’ve heard of him all right. That’s all that was trending on your social media and the people who attended your community college was all they could talk about. Apparently this rapper’s stage name is Rap Monster and he is widely popular for his hidden identity—and of course for his rapping ability.

“I have tutoring today, remember?” You reminded her for the millionth time already and she just rolled her eyes at you.

“Just ditch him and come get ready at my house.” She said simply, as if blowing up your tutor for an event that you weren’t even into was worth you failing your class.

“I’m not going to ditch Namjoon just to go see some rapper who may or may not be a waste of my time. I have to know this material by the end of this week or else I’ll fail my class.”

She just grabbed her phone and started typing immediately. Her nails tapped against her phone and that just added to your annoyance.

“How can he teach you something right when all he does is stutter?” She rudely implored and you raised an eyebrow at her stupid question. “I mean seriously, you can hardly understand him.”

You slammed your pencil against the table.

“How can I focus on my homework when all I hear is you talking?” You snapped out of nowhere and she looked surprised at the sudden change of your attitude.

“Are you seriously getting pressed over this?” She mused out, her eyes taking you in. “A few study sessions with him and now you’re his protector, cute.”

You opened your mouth to tell her to fuck off already and then you heard him.

“Hi, Y-Y/N.”

Your heart did a double take within hearing your name fall from his plump lips. Immediately you spun around and couldn’t help but smile at Namjoon in adoration. Your eyes swept him straight from head to toe and you couldn’t control the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hi, Namjoon.”

“R-Ready to a-ace this t-test?” He asked you nervously, eyeing your other friend who looked irritated with his presence.

“Yeah, are you r-ready to a-ace this t-test?” Your friend mocked him underneath her breath and your smile disappeared as soon as she spoke.

You could tell Namjoon had heard her since he looked down at his hands and avoided your gaze. His dimpled smile was gone and this made your heart ache with anger for him.

“No, but I’m so ready for you to leave.” You snapped at her and she seemed to be taken from surprise.

“Are you being serious right now?” She laughed and when she saw your angry expression she stopped laughing. “You are.”

“I’m not here to tolerate your stupid comments, not today.”

“I was joking.”

“I don’t care.”

“Okay then,” she stood up from her seat. “I guess I’ll leave then. You know, since apparently nobody can take a joke.”

She grabbed her purse and shoved her way past you, mumbling under her breath. Namjoon just quietly chuckled and your body turned towards him, eyebrows raised in questioning.

“What?”

He just shook his head.

—-

“Y-You didn’t have t-to do that,” he spoke up after a while. You watched his hands easily handle the wheel and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his toned arm. There were veins running up his forearm and you couldn’t help but admire the rings on his fingers.

“Yes I did,” you uttered out as you leaned back against the seat. “I would have bitch slapped her too if she kept talking more shit.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your comment. “I-It’s okay. I’m used to them a-anyway so at this point I don’t really c-care.”

Of course he knew you would definitely do it, but he wasn’t worth losing your friends over. He could take those comments because he was used to it and at this point he didn’t fuck with it anymore.

He stopped on a red light and glanced over at you. You had your feet propped up on his dashboard and you were singing along to whatever song you played on the aux.

“S-So tell me again why we c-couldn’t just study at the library?” He asked you again and you just hummed out a response in return.

“I didn’t want to be there anymore.” You admitted to him honestly. And also you wanted him to yourself, alone. Namjoon tended to relax more whenever you two were alone and you wanted to hear him laugh, to hear his cute stuttering where no one else would judge him.

Namjoon couldn’t help his stutter. He had an anxiety problem that made him trip over his own words whenever he would meet someone new or tried to talk to someone, his stuttering could not be helped. No matter how hard he tried not to stutter, he could not help it. It was one of his flaws, or so he believed.

Another reason you wanted to study with him in your room was because no one would be there today and he tended to be more touchy towards you behind closed doors.

You definitely noticed that the last time you two were together for the first time. His fingers would graze your shoulders and occasionally his amazing hands would massage your shoulders, loosening the stiffness in your muscles. You remembered his hands because dear lord that night he caused you to lose focus and made you slowly tilt your head back in pleasure.

A moan was about to escape your filthy lips but he removed his hands from your skin and you quickly snapped out of your stupor. He hadn’t noticed the effect he had on you and that was for the best since you tended to lose control of yourself pretty often. You didn’t miss the way his hand would touch your thighs for anything. Whether it was to lean over to get something, or use them as leverage to stand up and stretch. He had raised his hands and arched his back slightly, causing his shirt to rise and give you a glimpse of his toned body.

That night, he had initiated something in you.

He had invaded your thoughts and he had managed to haunt you in your dreams and you relished on them. You dreamt of how he could  kiss you hard on the lips, how he would use those sinning fingers for something purposeful, and you dreamt about you touching his beautiful body. You dreamt of how he would feel under your touch, his eyes screwed shut as he yelled obscenities into the air.

“A-Are your p-parents home?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and shook your head once you processed his question trough your head. “Nope.”

Namjoon didn’t missed the way you had lost yourself into your thoughts. Your fingers had gripped on to the edge of your seat and he didn’t miss the way you crossed your legs and kept clenching your thighs together. He immediately averted his gaze from your thighs and gripped on to the steering wheel instead.

He should not be thinking of you this way. You weren’t interested and he had to get that through his head already, but he couldn’t help it. That night where out of impulse he had began to massage you, he almost lost his self control after your reactions towards just his hands. You had dropped your pencil and your eyes had fluttered closed as you threw your head back against the chair. He sucked in a breath once he saw you part your lips in pleasure and that had made his cock twitch.

He immediately let go of you once he saw you clench your thighs together.

“Joon?”

“Hm?” He turned towards you and noticed that you had already climbed out of the car.

“Are you planning in staying there the whole day?” You sarcastically quipped and he couldn’t help but chuckle in response.

He slowly retrieved his things from the back seat and trailed after you. Once you both stepped inside the cool air of your home, you made sure to lock the door. Namjoon followed you towards your room and his eyes trailed down from the back of your head to your perky ass and your tanned legs. His hands itched to grip your thighs, to let them run down your legs, and grab a handful of your ass. He gripped his fingers into a fist to stop him from thinking of you that way and prayed to Jesus to give him strength.

“You hungry?” You asked him and he nodded since he couldn’t find his voice.

“Um yeah,” he cleared his throat. “C-Chinese food?”

You quickly ordered online through your phone and meanwhile he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He splashed himself with cold water and rubbed angrily at his eyes to get him to snap out of it already. But he couldn’t help but think of you clenching your thighs, of your parted lips moaning his name, of your nails raking now down his body to leave marks behind.

“Fuck.”

___

“Where do we start?”

You looked up from your journal, a pencil in between your lips. He stood on your doorway, his stance casual. He leaned against the frame with his arm and that simple movement made his taut muscles stand out from his t-shirt. You quickly averted your gaze and cleared your throat as you simply bit down on your pencil again.

“I was thinking page 239 on problem…” you searched your notes. “Problem fifteen.” You said and he just sat next to you, nodding as he grabbed his books from his backpack.

You couldn’t help but inhale his familiar scent of Irish springs soap and your favorite cologne.

“O-Okay so how about y-you try to do the p-problem first and if you’re s-stuck, just s-say the ‘safe word’.” He mocked you from that one night you had told him that you both needed some kind of safe word from whenever you needed him.

He had made fun of you at first, but then he had muttered out, “Muse.”

“What?” You looked at him in a split second.

He seemed nervous at first, but you met his eyes and that was all the courage he needed. “If you ever n-need me for a-anything, just say m-muse and I-I’ll be right next to you in a h-heartbeat.”

Your heart raced and you couldn’t control the smile that was quickly spreading on your lips. You had cleared your throat and looked back down on your work.

“Then in that case, muse.”

___

“Fuck this shit!” You slammed your journal shut and got up from your chair. You ran your fingers through your hair and just avoided Namjoon’s amused gaze.

“Y/N,” he gently called out to you, but you were just so done and tired of not getting the concept.

“I just can’t grasp the concept,” you kept talking to yourself, ignoring him. “It’s so fucking difficult for me and I’m done with this shit-Ugh!”

“Hey,” You felt Namjoon’s hand gently grasped your arm, trying to turn you towards him. But knowing Namjoon, he tugged harder than he should have and you ended up being pulled into him completely. You of course didn’t mind.

Your hands landed on his upper arms and you gripped on to him, your heart beginning to spiral out of control. Your eyes had slightly widened and Namjoon instead of letting you go, his hold on you tightened.

“D-Don’t beat y-yourself up too hard, okay?”

His hands were warm, that’s the first you noticed. And the second thing you noticed was the way his fingers softly traced patterns into your skin, trying to calm you down. But instead of calming down your senses, it jumpstarted them and now you were more than aware. Your heart was racing from being so close to him and the urge to kiss him was becoming so incredibly strong for you.

“Y-You’re an incredibly intelligent and beautiful w-woman who can do a-anything she proposes to do so this is not worth you l-losing your shit over.”

Your words got stuck in your mouth. You couldn’t find a single coherent sentence to say back to him so instead you just lowly said his name.

“Joon?” Your voice was low, calm, and sultry. 

He towered over you and you loved that. You loved having to get on the top of your toes to reach him. You weren’t exactly short, but you were somewhat shorter than him and that was fine with you.

You slowly walked closer to him to the point where your hands were on his broad shoulders now. You weren’t thinking with your mind anymore, your heart had taken over completely now. And how could you, when this man was telling you that you were this intelligent and beautiful person while looking at you straight in the eye. Out of temptation, you lightly traced his collarbones over his shirt, his eyes following your finger’s movements. You invisioned yourself sucking on his skin, leaving bruises behind to mark him as only yours. You wanted to so badly place your lips against the crook of his neck and feel him shudder against you. You wanted to hear him moan out your name as you sucked him into his own little oblivion.

A slight dampness was all you could feel in your panties now as these thoughts clouded your mind, but he was too innocent. He was too innocent and he didn’t see you that way whatsoever. You sighed into his chest and held on to him, trying to wipe away these illusions of calling him yours.

You started to pull away from him when all of a sudden he wrapped his strong arms around your body. One hand had been placed around the back of your neck and the other was wrapped around your waist. Goosebumps rose on your skin once you felt his fingers lightly ghost over your hot skin.

“Namjoon,” You breathlessly began, your eyes meeting his glazed ones. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead opted out to let your fingers tangled themselves into his hair. This movement made him groan out against your skin and you tugged on it, causing his head to tilt back so he could look at you.

“I want you to kiss me.” 

“You sure?” He husked out and he caught you by surprised. He hadn’t stuttered this time.

“Muse,” you told him more fiercely and that did it. He pushed you up against the wall and hitched up your leg to wrap it around his torso. He toyed with your feelings at first since his lips ghosted over your exposed skin, lightly trailing up the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking on your skin. He was purposely avoiding your lips.

“Fuck,” you whimpered out, your shaking hands gripping on to the back of his head as he continued to bruise your skin. He tilted your head to the side for better access and bit on to your skin, making sure to mark you where everyone could see. Your hand had snaked underneath his arm and you gripped on to his back, your body beginning to torturously grind on to his cock that was beginning to harden.

Your nails raked over his exposed skin and he thrusted his hips into your dripping self out of response.

“Kiss me you bastard,” you demanded out of breath, he hadn’t even fucking kissed you on the lips yet you were already breathless.

“So demanding baby,” He nipped at your earlobe and your hold on him tightened.

“Please,” you pleaded at him and his cock throbbed at the sound of you being so needy towards him.

He harshly cupped your face and grinded into, watching your reaction. “Anything for you princess.”

He tangled his fingers into your hair and finally kissed you. His mouth harshly collided with yours and you were thriving in pleasure by now. You practically jumped on him, your legs had wrapped around his torso and your arms locked around his neck as he kissed you so hungrily and dirty like you wanted it to be. He sucked on your bottom lip and gently bit on it, dragging out as he pulled away from you to look at your heated gaze.

He was so good at this and it was so hard for you to believe it at first. He knew what he was doing and that drove you crazy.

You pulled him down towards you and kissed him to the point where you knew your lips would be bruised and your teeth clashed against his so hungrily. Tongues lashed out and traced each other’s lips, wanting to memorize every curve and savor his taste.

His hand began to wander down between your inner thigh and you were ready for him already. All this waiting and it was finally happening.

And then his phone began to ring.

At first you both ignored it, but it kept on insistently ringing and Namjoon had to let you go. He forced himself to release you and he groaned against your lips in exasperation before he pushed himself away from you. You legs were still trembling and you traced your swollen lips with your finger, watching this strange Namjoon answer his call.

You heard yelling from the other end and he cursed. “I forgot. Yes, fuck, I’m sorry. All right quit your fucking yapping already I’m on my way.”

The caller hanged up and he immediately began to grab his belongings in a haste. You just stood there in shock because one) he had cursed and that turned you on even more and two) he hadn’t stuttered whatsoever.

“Joo—“ you started and he just stopped right in front of you, looking disheveled and troubled all at the same time. He cupped your neck in his large hands and kissed you one more time, only this time it was more sweet and gentle. He lingered for a bit, wanting to just take you right here and now but he couldn’t and that frustrated him.

He pulled away from you as you reached out to him. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“I—What’s going o—“

He raced out of your room before you could finish your sentence. 

___

You felt your phone vibrate underneath you and you quickly grabbed it, expecting it to be Namjoon, but instead it was one of your closest friends.

Elizabeth: heard you & maddy got in an argument over your boy joonie?

You: she was being a bitch to him. Also, I need someone to talk to ASAP. It’s about Namjoon.

Elizabeth: I’m headed to the rapper’s event thingy, pick you up in an hour. 

You: All right, see you in a bit.

You grudgingly got up from your bed and looked over at the wall where Namjoon had sucked the life out of you. Shaking your head, you went straight to your bathroom to get ready for tonight’s event that you hadn’t even  planned on going.

After you gave yourself a glance over, you couldn’t help but let your fingers trace the little love mark that Namjoon had intentionally left for you. You grinned to yourself and instead opted out for something more revealing since you wanted people to know that someone who you truly adored had claimed you as theirs. You had left him some hickeys on his collarbones and on the crook of husbands neck as well, but you couldn’t wait to see him again to see the scratches you had left on his shoulders and back. Something about claiming someone as yours may sound weird and offensive to some, but you loved the idea of calling him yours—even though technically he really wasn’t.

You changed from your t-shirt and jeans into a crop top that slid over your shoulder to showcase the marks he had left behind and some high waisted jean shorts that made your legs look really fucking great. After being done with curling your hair and make up, Elizabeth called you and told you she was outside.

“Okay, so spill.” That was the first thing that had come out of Elizabeth’s mouth as soon as you climbed into her car. You couldn’t help but laugh and went right straight to the point.

“So he’s stuttering just stopped out of nowhere as he was nearing to the point of almost fucking you?”

“He was this other version of himself and the fact that I thought he was innocent completely blew me away once he showed me he wasn’t.”

“So those hickeys are from him.” She stated rather than asked because she already knew the answer to that. You just remained silent and she grinned in the darkness.

“Well, I bet you’re going to be in for another surprise the next time you see him.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You said, completely oblivious of her double meaning.

___

The parking lot was full and the side of the roads were too. You looked over your shoulder to see cars still trying to come in and you wondered how good were these rappers and especially that RM guy that everyone kept talking about. The line was up to the curb of the other street and you were astonished.

“We’re going to miss the concert from the looks of it. Just look at the line!”

“Yeah, that sucks for them.” Elizabeth said as she avoided the traffic by going into an unknown path that led straight to the back of the stadium. She was stopped by the security guards, but she just sighed in annoyance and flashed them her I.D.

“He didn’t say anything about a plus one,” one of the guards then looked at you. “She needs to leave.”

“Unless you want to receive an angry call from Yoongi himself, I suggest you stop trying to over do your job, okay? Now let me in.” 

“Elizabeth,” you whispered out, your eyes widening. The guard just shot her an angry glare, but he stepped out of her sight and signaled to let us in. 

“I usually don’t have to deal with guards that are assholes,” she muttered underneath her breath. “Anywho, the rap line won’t start for another 10 minutes since the vocal line just finished so we’re just in time.”

She parked right next to a very luxurious car and you were careful while stepping out since you could not risk scratching a freaking Aston Martin. Why’d she have to park so close to it in the first place? You squeezed yourself out through the tight space and as Elizabeth urged you to follow her, you couldn’t help but allow your gaze to wonder through the parking lot. 

A familiar car stood out from all these luxurious cars. A very familiar 1967 black Impala car that a certain person has driven you in to various places. You ignored Elizabeth’s calls and quickly your feet began to guide you towards the car. His car.

Namjoon is here, and he’s apparently exclusive if he’s parked here.

“Come on!”

You snapped out of your stupor and trailed after her, occasionally looking over your shoulder to see Namjoon’s car still be there. Elizabeth had to grab a hold of your hand to practically rush you since the interference was about to be over.

“I thought you said we were just in time so why are you rushing?”

“I miscalculated the time! We arrived just in time for the interference to be over.”

As we made our way through backstage, we got to see so many people moving back and forth, shouting at each other that five more minutes until showtime. 

“Where on earth is my rap line?” Someone shouted from behind us. “Where’s my leader for fucks sakes!”

We passed two make up professionals that were touching up this very attractive guy who kept looking side to side. His long, puffy hair stood out and his long earrings dangled as he practically bounced up from his chair.

Agust’D. That was the name printed on the fancy chair.

“Yoongi!” Elizabeth bounced into a sprint and the man quickly turned around at the sight of her voice. His irritated sneer quickly transformed to this gummy smile as he matched her pace. He caught her in his arms as she kissed him. His ring covered hands held her face as they practically made out in front of incoming and outgoing people.

And that’s how she got these V.I.P tickets apparently.

 “I thought you weren’t going to come.” He whispered against her mouth and she shook her head in disagreement.

“No matter how pissed I am, I’m still going to be here to support you.”

You stood apart from them, letting them have their moment from afar.

“Two fucking minutes people!”

They sprung apart. 

“Can somebody for the love of God get RM from his dressing room?”

“He’s coming he was just texting his girl,” another guy appeared from behind you. The first thing you noticed was how perfect and sleek his nose was and the second thing was how beautiful he was.

“J-Hope, finally!” 

“Hey Eli,” he greeted her as people fixed his mic. His eyes then met yours and you smiled at him.

“Hello! And who might you be?” He said ever so flirtatiously to you. His charming smile and his boisterous, but joyful personality would have probably reeled you in if you’re heart wasn’t already taken by a certain person.

“That is my good friend, Y/N.” Elizabeth introduced you, smiling widely and quite knowingly.

Yoongi then decided to finally pay attention to you. “Wait a minute, aren’t you RM’s gir—”

“Would you look at that!” Their manager shoved past Yoongi and J-Hope. “Look who finally decided to show up! RM everyone.”

You started to turn around to see how this rapper looked like since by judging Yoongi and J-Hope, he must be gorgeous as well. 

“Come on, let’s get to our seats.” Elizabeth tugged you away and you looked back to see who this RM person was, but the dim lighting made it hard to differentiate his features. All you saw were his deep and dark chocolate colored eyes, the rest of him was covered from head to toe. His eyes were on your faded figure as you disappeared into the crowd.

___

After Yoongi got his solo entrance, you got your phone from your pocket to record J-Hope’s entrance. But as you turned on your phone, you realized you had received a message from Namjoon before Yoongi’s performance started.

Joon ❤️: I need to see my muse for inspiration.

You: just tell me when and where

You couldn’t help but look at the crowd behind you, thinking he was part of the crowd as well. Your fingers traced your lips in remembrance of what had happened earlier and you grinned to yourself.

“J-Hope everybody!” 

The crowd went wild. Not only could he rap, but dear lord could he fucking dance. He had the whole crowd screaming the entire time.

“Now this song is special to us since this represents how we’ve been feeling lately, especially with all the shit RM has been going through with trying to keep his identity a secret.”

They introduced this song as Cypher pt 4.

“RM!” They both introduced him and this mysterious rapper finally walked out into the stage, causing the entire building to shake as the crowd chanted his name.

His voice was smooth like honey and he kept hidden in the dark lights. “Name, name!”

“Sorry bae!” The crowd chanted back. He kept chanting and the crowd ate all of it, chanting back in return. When the beat dropped, he approached the stage and the crowd hollered in excitement as he began to flowlessly rap. He had a skull mask that covered his face but his eyes.

You stood there while everybody else jumped up and down, catching the meaning behind the lyrics, catching his voice, and connecting the dots together.

“The sound that I’m making now bae To someone else, it’s like a dog’s bark bae.”

Yeah, are you r-ready to a-ace this t-test?” Your friend mocked him underneath her breath and your smile disappeared as soon as she spoke.

“Why don’t you change your pattern Of talking shit about others bae.”

“How can he teach you something right when all he does is stutter?” She rudely implored and you raised an eyebrow at her stupid question. “I mean seriously, you can hardly understand him.”

“It’s about to get boring, boring bae I’m not hateful of you anymore I’m not hateful of you anymore sorry bae.”

“I-It’s okay. I’m used to them a-anyway so at this point I don’t really c-care.”

And then everything clicked.

“You son of a bitch.”

That’s Namjoon on the fucking stage. Your eyes curiously searched his face and when you saw his eyes, your mind began to spin from bewilderment. What the fuck?

You watched in pure amazement and awestruck as Namjoon pranced around the stage, owning the crowd with everything he spilled out of his mouth. You knew he sounded familiar, and with his car parked outside for performers and V.I.P members only you quickly had put two and two together.

“I LOVE YOU RAP MONSTER!” You quickly turned around to see who had shouted that and when you saw Maddy right behind your exclusive row, anger quickly pricked inside your body. Namjoon had heard and searched the crowd for the voice that sounded so eerily familiar to him. 

Once he spotted your friend from the library he sarcastically said to the mic, “This song and Cypher pt. 4 are dedicated for people like you.”

The crowd ooh and mocked her as she stared up at him, dumbfounded.A traditional and eastern sound echoed through the stadium and as if the crowd already knew it, they sprung on their feet and began to chant their names in unison

“Ilpal ilsam sampal ddaeng You wrong me right jal bwa ddaeng.”

Namjoon had retrieved his hat from his hair and you finally got to see his black and beautiful hair. He suddenly flung his hat into the crowd and girls screamed as they fought over it.

“Even if I st-st-stutter my words I h-hope you understand I la-la-lack a way with words Bu-but I try to speak correctly but my mouth keeps ge-ge-getting crooked Because I li-li-li-like it I li-like it very much.”

Your mouth dropped open as he finished rapping the last verse and he covered half of his upper face to flash the deceiving smile that danced on his lips to the crowd. You couldn’t help but laugh at Maddy’s hurt reaction since you knew he had hit a sore spot. Watching him enjoy himself had sparked something within you. His little devil smirk, and how he carried himself with this self confidence had you eyeing this handsome man in a new light. Throughout the entire time, you were hypnotized by is movements. The way he walked on stage with this newfound cockiness that you have never seen before, the way he rapped dear lord, and these subtle movements of him touching himself so publicly and freely, had your heart beating rapidly and this heat to pool down between your legs.

“I’m sorry, did I s-stutter this time?” 

Your heart swelled with pride and you had this shit eating grin plastered on your face as you cheered for him. 

“Where’s my vocal line at?” RM or Namjoon, screamed into the microphone. Suddenly four other incredibly attractive guys walked into the stage, causing you to cover your ears from all the shrieking screams. 

“For our last song we’ll dedicate this to each and everyone of you who came to support us.” Yoongi said, his eyes landing on Elizabeth.

“And finally, this song goes out to my muse!” Namjoon yelled on to the microphone and this unfamiliar beat started, but the crowd ate it all up.

Best of me.

Your hearing was drowned out by the loud chanting and the blood rushing to your ears, but it didn’t matter because Namjoon dedicated this beautiful song to you. That must mean you truly mean something to him just like he did to you.

“C’mon,” Elizabeth rasped out, her voice all gone after all the screaming she had done. “It’s time for you to meet all of the rappers.”

___

Elizabeth rushed you towards the end and a security guard that was already waiting, accompanied  and led you both backstage. Your heart was pounding mercilessly against your chest at the mere thought of seeing Namjoon.

“Fuck I gotta pee.” Elizabeth suddenly said and before you could say anything she dashed down the hall, leaving you by yourself against the entrance of some dressing rooms.

The door swung open immediately after she had left and Agust’ D —or Yoongi—came out, otherwise the guy who Elizabeth was infatuated with. His eyes landed on you.

“She went to the restroom,” you awkwardly informed him. You usually weren’t like this but Namjoon had invaded your thoughts to the point where you couldn’t even think.

“Ah, well do you want to come in?” He gestured to his dressing room and you politely shook your head. There was a knowing glint in his eyes and he approached you suddenly. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at him.

“Okay well any request? Water? Soda? Pot?” He jokingly added and you let out a small laugh.

“No, but thank you.” He nodded and began to step back inside when suddenly a thought fleeted through your head. Your hand grabbed his bicep, stopping him for a second. “On second thought, can you tell Nam—RM something?”

His ears perked up at this. “Depends what it is.”

“Just tell him muse.” You simply said and Yoongi seemed taken back by that.

“Muse?” He repeated again to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. “That’s it? No declaration of love for him or that you’re his biggest fan? Just muse.”

You couldn’t help but find his confusion amusing and slightly irritating as well. “Yes, Yoongi that’s it. He should understand.”

He noticed you were beginning to get irritated and raised his hands in defense. “All right, I’ll tell him.”

“Thank you.” He just nodded.

“Uh, can you tell Eli that I’ll be here waiting.” With one last nod, he stepped back in and slammed the door shut. “Muse?” He muttered to himself but nonetheless he walked to the other door on his far left and barged inside RM’s dressing room.

“Hey so this weird girl just told me to tell you—“ He stopped talking once he saw RM sliding on a fresh t-shirt over his scratched up shoulders and back.

Yoongi couldn’t help but let out a whistle as he smirked at him. “Now I understand why you were so late.”

RM looked down at what he was referring too and rolled his eyes. Damn it, Y/N.

“Was it your so called muse? What’s her name again?” Yoongi insisted, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek to prevent him from laughing anymore.

“Y/N.” RM tells him and continues to gather his things.

“Y/N,” Yoongi then stopped on his tracks, remembering what the girl had said. “Hey does anybody know your identity?”

That made RM stop and turn around to face him immediately. “No, why?”

“Because this girl just told me to tell you that she said ‘muse’ and that’s weird since you call your girl that.”

RM’s heart suddenly started beating rapidly, “Muse?”

“She said you would understand—“

Suddenly he was shoving past him and Yoongi just stared at him, dumbfounded.

____

You stood there for like five minutes before you decided to walk towards the restroom since you needed to pee too. You didn’t see Elizabeth so after you were done you walked back to the direction of where Yoongi’s dressing room was at and imagine the surprise you get when you spotted  Namjoon with Maddy.

You stopped on your tracks.

Maddy had Namjoon cornered. Namjoon, who wasn’t covered, and practically just revealed himself to her.

“I should have known it was you,” she said to him, her voice coming off seductive. Her hand raised and landed on his face, gently cupping it. Her other hand was slowly sliding up his arm, her smile devilish. 

After the shit she talked about him and now that she realized Namjoon is the so called RM rapper, now she wants him? He called her out on her bullshit so why is he letting her touch him like?

So why wasn’t Namjoon telling her to stop,

“How?” He finally spoke up, his voice rough and low. He eyed her with disdain and you casually leaned against a wall, crossing your arms against your chest as you watched from afar.

“I always knew there was something fishy about you,” she stepped closer to him, her eyes meeting his. “In fact, I always thought you were pretty cute, but the fact that Y/N claimed you saying you were hers, had me stay away from you.”

Your ears perked up at that and you had to refrain yourself from laughing. Claimed him? From her?

At this he raised an eyebrow, “She claimed me?”

“She’s crazy, Joonie.” She shook her head, feigning sadness. “If you only knew half of the things she has said to me about you, you would be repulsed by her.”

“And what exactly,” he grabbed her wrist, detaining her from touching him more. “Has she said?”

Her eyes remained on his as she lied and said, “That she wanted to prove to me that she could get anyone—including stuttering morons like you.”

“Stuttering morons,” he echoed out loud and your heart dropped. Was he believing her? Your eyes frantically moved back and forth from him to her deceiving self.

“She even faked getting horrible grades because she knew you would be the top student to be able to help her in that subject.” Maddy continued and as she kept on talking you felt this rage quickly begin to overcome you.

“I’m sorry about her,” she whispered. “I’m sorry about the things I said to you and I am truly sorry, Joon—“

“Don’t,” he pulled away from her.

“Don’t?”

“Don’t call me that and don’t talk about her like that.” He suddenly stepped away from her. Maddy seemed at loss for words and she even tried to grab a hold of him, but he just shoved past her.

“Namjoon,” she called out to him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion and irritation. “Are you seriously going back to that bitch?”

He suddenly stopped walking. “I’ve apologized for what I’ve done and yet you’re going to go after her? Unbelievable.”

Namjoon bored holes into her and she shrunk back, “Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive you for half the shit you talked about me. And for the record Maddy, she’s not a bitch, you are.”

Maddy’s eyes widened and her mouth pursed into a thin line. She opened her mouth to say something, but Namjoon turned around and kept walking. You stood there, watching Namjoon confidently walk back into what you believed what his dressing room.

After a few seconds, Maddy stormed by and the smile that was laced on your lips could not be wiped away. You saw her disappear around the corner and that’s when you got out of your hiding spot.

Your phone started to ring and you quickly grabbed it to silence it.

Joon.

He was calling you right this instant and you didn’t know what to do. What would happen if you just knocked on his dressing room? One way to find out. You let the call go to voicemail  as you walked up to his dressing room. With a deep breath, you knocked hard against his door.

“I swear to God, Yoongi.”  Namjoon abruptly flung his door open and then the irritated expression that he had on his face was quickly wiped away once his eyes landed on you. 

He quickly hanged up his phone and the grin that was quickly beginning to spread across his beautiful face managed to do wonders on you. His eyes hadn’t widened from surprise, shock, and just seeing you stand there looking right at him in his fucking dressing room.

“You asked for your muse,” you gently placed a hand on his chest and shoved him into his dressing room, causing him to stumble back. “And I have arrived.”

Namjoon couldn’t refrain himself from eyeing you from head to toe as you busied yourself in closing the door after you and making sure to lock it. His eyes lingered on your tanned legs before they flickered over to your beautiful face.

He was completely stunned by you in every way.

“I have so many questions as to why you’re here and how in the world did you end up here,” Namjoon murmured as you approached him.

“Or how I know that you’re the mysterious RM rapper?” You prompted and he quirked up an eyebrow at that. Definitely that too. “Let’s just say that you’re not as slick as you thought you were, well at least with me.”

He had known you for a couple of months and the fact that he had to hide this from you was absolutely nerve wrecking and incredibly hard since you were his muse. You were his inspiration and half the songs he had produced and written were inspired by you. So keeping this secret from you was a pain in the fucking ass.

“Well, it took you long enough,” he teased and you let out a soft laugh in return. You stopped walking and couldn’t help but look around his dressing room. The only thing illuminating the both of you were the lights coming from the vanity mirror. There were vases of flowers placed on it and various little note cards with hearts. He truly was an idol.

He suddenly cupped your face in his hands and soon enough your attention was on him again. “I’m glad it’s you who’s here with me right now.”

“Really?” You questioned him and he just leaned down to brush his lips against yours, catching you by surprise. He was being so confident. And he hadn’t stuttered!

“Yes,” He whispered against your mouth and soon enough your hands were on his arms, slowly trailing up to then wrap around his neck. The urge to touch him was strong and you couldn’t contain yourself no matter how much you wanted.

“We left some unattended business and I’m here to finish it.” You stood on your tip toes and you were the one to press your lips against his rather gently at first. Nerves were swimming in your body from being so close to him again and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered once you felt his hands grip your hips firmly.

The kiss was gentle and slow at first, but soon enough the urgency between the two of you to rip each other’s clothes off became too prominent—especially with the tension he had left in you ever since he slammed you against your wall and made out with you. You wanted more.

And you were bound to get it.

Your fingers tugged at his hair, earning a groan against your mouth and your tongue swiftly licked at his bottom lip, asking for entrance but he surprised you by gently sucking on your tongue. He was too good at this, so good. Your grip on him tightened and he definitely noticed since his hand traveled down from your hip to down your thigh, tightly gripping some of your thigh.

“Are you sure?” He practically breathed it out against your mouth and in response you hitched your leg around his waist to press him closer to you.

“Joon,” your voice was slightly raspy, low, and full of seductiveness. Your hands cupped his face, your eyes meeting his as you softly purred out, “I need you to fuck me against that vanity mirror right now.”

His pupils had dilated by your words and he kissed you—hard. His lips crashed against yours rather roughly and you moaned out in contentment. His hands swiftly lowered from your thighs to grab a handful of your ass, harshly squeezing it. A small gasp escaped your lips at the movement and he was there to capture it with his own mouth in an instant.

“Wrap your legs,” he commanded, his lips bruising yours as he said this, and you happily obeyed him. Your legs wrapped around him and you slowly grinded yourself against him, desperate to feel him.

“Jesus,” he groaned out and then he slammed you against the vanity dresser. He was tall enough to slightly tower over it since it was small enough compared to others and you looked up at him as he placed you on top of it. “Strip.”

You didn’t know where this dominant side of his was coming from, but you didn’t minded. In fact, it made the heat coursing through your body drip down between your thighs. You slipped off your shoes and went for your crop top immediately. You could feel Namjoon’s heated gaze on you and your hands started to slightly tremble.

You were nervous. What the hell? You never got nervous, except when it came to him.

“Is my baby nervous?” He cooed out, his voice raspy and low. He neared you and grabbed your hands in his, tugging you closer to him. His gaze intensely bored into you with this fervent emotion that it managed to knock out the air from your lungs.

“There’s no need to be nervous, princess.” His hands cupped the nape of your neck, managing to tilt your head up so his lips could kiss yours gently and so sweetly. “I’ll make sure to properly take care of you like you did with me all this time.”

Was he referring to you defending him?

“Relax,” he softly told you while beginning to pepper kisses across your nose, down your cheek, down your chin, and then leaving open mouth kisses against the crook of your neck. He responded to how you reacted against his touch and right now your hand was on the back of his head, pressing him closer to you as he nipped at your skin.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered against your skin and you shivered against his mouth. He left a kiss on your skin before he pulled back to tangled his hands in your hair. You noticed he loved doing that. He loved tangling his fingers into your hair and you loved it as well.

His chocolate eyes met yours and you were puddy in his hands as you whispered, “I’m ready.”

“My little shy muse.” Your heart stuttered at his nickname for you and to prove him that you were ready you kissed him on the mouth, tongue lashing out to taste him.

He slowly let his hand trail down your side, causing goosebumps to raise in response to his subtle touch. He, of course, noticed this and let his hand slip underneath your shirt. You felt his fingertips press against your skin as he kissed you to the point where your lips by now were bruised and swollen.

He met your eyes once more for approval. And as he tightly fisted your shirt in his grasp, you nodded. Soon it was ripped off from your body and his eyes landed on your breast. They were covered by this black bra that left little to his imagination and he wanted it off already.

He went to unclasp your bra but you slapped his hand away. “Take off your shirt first. Now.”

He quirked up an eyebrow at your tone of voice and he couldn’t help but let his cock twitch at how you sounded so demanding. He dramatically took an exaggerating step back, and did as told. And your eyes, Jesus, your eyes took him in, in a instant. He hadn’t noticed the impact he had on you and the fact that he thought he wasn’t attractive or that he believed his stuttering were one of his flaws, was upsetting.

He was simply beautiful. From his alluring eyes, to the dimpled grin he was displaying to you right now, and to his flawless, toned body. He was lean, but broad. Sweet and gentle. He was everything you wanted and he was about to be yours to ravish. As he neared you, you easily unclasped your bra and flung it to the side, finally making yourself bare to him. The nerves that you were feeling earlier had quickly faded away since this was your Namjoon and Namjoon had this specialty at making you feel powerful and beautiful.

His breath got stuck in his throat as he took in your half naked figure. Your hair was a tangled mess and your lips were swollen due to him. The fact that you leaned back against your hands, cockily eyeing him had him almost slamming you against the dresser, ready to fuck you.

You definitely noticed his wild gaze since you decided to take matters into your own hands. You jumped off the vanity dresser and walked towards him, undressing along the way. And he couldn’t help but just stare like the Namjoon you knew and adored to pierces.

Your shorts pooled down at your feet and you swiftly kicked them to the side. Once you stood a few inches apart from him you couldn’t help but let your hands wander up his taut stomach. You slowly leaned into him, feeling his bare chest press against yours.

“Undress, baby.” You purred out in his ear, gently nibbling the outer shell. He shivered against your touch and you pressed him closer to you. “Strip, Joonie. Strip so you can properly fuck me like I know you want to.”

That did it.

His hands landed on your hips and he roughly pulled you close to him that you pushed up against his warm body in return. Your head was dizzy and you couldn’t think as Namjoon suddenly pushed you against the dresser. His hands slowly went up from your waist upwards to the nape of your neck where he then tangled his fingers into your hair.

Your hands were raised in surprise since he was determined to finish what you both started and you were stunned. One thing for sure that you knew was that he wasn’t here to play games, he was here to give you what you want and you were practically yearning for his touch since earlier before.

“I see my baby is back now,” he lowly told you and then he smashed his lips against yours. Your lips matched his quickened pace rather eagerly and he couldn’t help but press you up against the dresser even more, his chest against your bare own. You could practically feel his beating heart against your own and feel his chest heave up and down as he breathed out against your lips.

In desperation you grinded yourself against his strained cock and he groaned. He was taking too long to undress so you took matters into your own hands and quickly unbuttoned his jeans. You gave him no warning before you shoved his boxers down along with his jeans.

The sight of his cock pressing against his stomach made the pooling between your thighs intensify. Immediately your hand wrapped around his hardened cock, causing him to abruptly stop kissing you. He heavily breathed out against your mouth and you grinned.

“Holy who—” you had definitely caught him by surprise.

You watched as his eyes fluttered close, his grip on you tightening. You simply wrapped both of your hands around his cock, slightly squeezing. A muffled groan escaped from his lips and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips in return. He tried to reciprocate the kiss but that’s when your thumb slid over his slit, wiping away the precum that was already there.

“Jesus,” he couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and you were thriving as he let you take over him. Hunger. There was this hunger inside of you that hadn’t been satisfied and now that you were looking at Namjoon with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth slightly parted as you angled your wrist to pump him faster, that hunger was rapidly growing even more.

“Fuck, Y-Y/N,” he stuttered out, almost sounding like a plea and that made you clench your thighs. He was thick and long and that had you swallowing thickly.

“That’s it baby,” you purred out, nipping gently at his bottom lip. “Fuck my hand like you want to and pretend it’s my dripping cunt.”

“Holy shit,” he threw his head back, a throaty and ragged breath shakily emitted from his pretty plumped lips. One thing for sure was that he loved your filthy mouth. It had him quivering in delight for you.

And as much as he loved your dirty and very fuckable mouth, you loved seeing him beg for you, mouthing off how much he needs you at the moment.

“I need to feel you,” his voice was throaty and low and filled with command, but his actions said otherwise. “Please.”

With your other wandering hand, you let it grasp his balls, toying with them as you gently kneaded them.  And that single movement had him halt in his movements.

“I-I,” His tanned chest rose up and down, starting to glistened with sweat.

“Joon,” you let out a loud moan and fervently began to stroke him.You wanted to feel his cock inside of you. You wanted to feel his forearms flex as he fucked you against his vanity dresser. And dear lord, you wanted to see him buried deep inside of you as he makes you cum because you know he’s capable of doing that.

“Y/N,” Namjoon whimpered out and the desperation laced in his eyes soon was shown in his movements since he began to rock into your hand rather sloppily and rushed. Namjoon let his head fall against your shoulder, his heavy breathing an indication that he was so incredibly close. You slightly squeezed as he harshly thrusted into your first and he had to bit down on to your skin to silence his filthy grunts.

“I-I’m close.” He repeated ever so lovingly. His groans, his moans, and his desperate please for release had you moaning with him. His hands by now we’re under your arms, his fingers gripping the back of your shoulders as he bucked up his hips into your hand one last time before an animalistic groan emitted from his sinful lips. “Fuck!”

You felt the hot and sticky substance spurt out into your hand and you gently stroke him through his orgasm. His lips pressed against your neck as he heavily breathed in and out. With your other hand, you softly tugged at his sweaty strands of hair.

Your chest rose up and down, your cunt aching for a release and Namjoon fucking noticed it since you were soaking right through your thong. He couldn’t help but groan out at the sight of having you with his cum all over your hand and your other hand releasing his hair to trace your swollen clit rather harshly.

He quickly wiped you clean and once he came back to you he saw you simply stroke across your slit over the sorry excuse of underwear and you let out a shaky breath. Namjoon watched in pure bliss as you started to touch yourself right in front of him. He watched as you pumped two fingers into yourself, moaning as you curled your fingers inside of you.

“Joon,” you choked out, your pulsing cunt wanting more. “I need you to fuck me.” You gasped out as your fingers harshly slid in and out of you.

“Please,” you pleaded out to him and his cock was already hard again from watching you fucking beg him to fuck you.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded and you desperately followed his demands. He ripped your hands away from yourself and you whimpered at the sudden loss of contact.

“Joon,” you started, but his lips crashed into yours in urgency. His hands trailed up your sides, grasping your breast in them as he pulled apart from your mouth to leave hot and wet open mouth kisses against the crook of your neck. His fingers kneaded your nipple, tweaking it in a painful but blissful way and you quivered against him in pleasure.

“Fuck,” you shakily mewled out and that drove him to latch his lips on your breast, harshly sucking. His hands released your breast and instead he abruptly grabbed your ass and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him. The feeling of his throbbing cock against your barely covered pussy had you moaning already. You couldn’t help but rock your hips against his, feeling his cock press against where you desperately needed him. Rubbing against his hard tip had you needily clenching your thighs in response, but since your legs were wrapped around him you felt the tip of his cock press into you where you mostly needed him and that had you moaning already at the sensation. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you.

“All right baby,” his fingers brushed your swollen clit to move your thong to the side and you jumped, since that single touch had you letting out a gasp. You wanted to feel his fingers, to make him make you cum with just his long and slender fingers, but you were impatient. 

“Condom?” You asked and he looked down at his pants that were still pooled around his ankles. Fuck. He began to release you to get the damn condom and instead you gripped on to him.

Namjoon stopped and looked right into your eyes, his pupils dilated with lust.

Fuck it.

“I’m on the pill.” And those words gave him a glimpse of heaven since he was going to fuck you raw for your first time with him. 

At the thought of imagining someone else touching you like the way he did, made this stupid and irrational jealousy course through him. So he steadied you against the vanity dresser to pry your legs opened from your tight grip around him, wanting to see that pretty pink and swollen pussy of yours before he fucked you because you were his at the moment. He tangled his fingers into your hair once again to harshly pull you closer to him. He wanted you feel him before he fucked your pretty brains out into oblivion. Your breaths mixed together as you both stared at each other in the eyes.

And then slowly Namjoon entered you. At first, you both had to catch your breath since the feeling of his pulsing cock inside of you had you both moaning in unison already. You’re nails were already digging into his skin, the pleasure taking over you.

He waited for you to tell him and you clung on to him as you throatily ordered him, “Move.”

He slid out of you and this time he slammed into you, causing your whole body to slam against the vanity dresser. A mixture between a gasp and a moan left your lips and Namjoon wanted to hear you do it again so he slammed into you once again.

“Joon,” you moaned out, your eyes screwing shut. Pain coursed through your body as your back repeatedly got smacked into the dresser, but the feeling of Namjoon slamming into you had subsided the pain and replaced it with this intoxicating pleasure that had your blood rushing to your ears and a moaning mess.

“Harder,” You breathlessly said to him and he rested your back against the dresser to the point where half your body was on top of it. Your hands shakily dug into his shoulders as he set a fast and harsh pace that had you throwing your head back in this animalistic bliss.

“Fuck,” he grunted out as his eyes landed on you. Your eyes were screwed shut, head tilted back, pretty pink lips parted and emitting endless loud moans that mixed his name and obscenities together in a sinful way.

“Namjoon,” You whimpered out, your voice filled with this unadulterated need that had him almost cum right there. He watched as your breast bounced up and down to his harsh rhythm and you were fucking loving it.

Your nails were digging into his arms, and these illicit moans were repeatedly coming from you as you completely lost yourself into him as he pounded into you.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he gritted out as your walls began to tighten more often around his throbbing cock. You were so tight and so ready to get fucked harder. You could only nod along to his filthy words, and he loved it. 

He surprised you suddenly when he abruptly pulled you up and sat down on the vanity dresser with you on top of him. The fact that he managed to do this so swiftly and with ease had you biting down on your lip in astonishment because his arms had flexed and you loved his arms. You really did. Along with his thighs. Dear lord, his thighs were thick and the thought of riding his thigh had you let out this shaky breath.

You suddenly noticed your legs were more wide open like this and you could feel everything. From his throbbing cock, to the deeper angle he was hitting as he guided you to ride him on his dresser.

You situated yourself so you could sink deeper into him, your fingers gripping his shoulders before you rose up and slammed down. A wave of this indescribable pleasure had your toes curling and your cries become more louder and consistent as your breast bounced up and down rapidly. You moved your hips harder to the point where your moans began to become whimpers and these choked up pleas to find your approaching release.

All Namjoon could do was latch his mouth on to your nipple as you rode him. His fingers were digging into your skin by this point and your filthy moans would be drowned out by his grunts. His hips rose up as you slammed down and your breathing halted at the newfound sensation as he hit a deeper angle. Your legs had begun to tremble and you were on edge as he continuously rammed into you.

“Joon,” your mouth parted open and all you could do was hold on to him tightly. Your arm had wrapped around his neck so he could support your body while he slid out and thrusted back in you repeatedly. Your head was thrown back and Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. He suddenly stopped and hopped off the dresser to only press you up against it.

His fingers gripped on to the dresser as he pounded into you more harsher and more determined, making sure to hit that spot that made you into his moaning mess. The dresser shook from so much force that you threw your head back as you felt his fingers rub your clit. His movements were becoming more sloppy, but his cock filled you up immensely each time he slid out and pounded back in.

“I-I’m close,” you could hardly speak, the burning sensation quickly bubbling up inside your stomach.

“I know,” he groaned out as your walls tightened around his cock. God, you felt so fucking good and he was quickly approaching his release as well.

Your toes had curled up and your legs were trembling. Your moans echoed in his dressing room and he thrived from hearing you moan out his name so loudly and so many times. He wanted everyone to hear you scream his name as you came because only he could do this to you. Only he could get you so worked up. He gently pinched your clit as he slammed into you one last time and you had to hold on to him as you screamed out in pleasure his name.

“Namjoon!” Your arms had wrapped around his neck, and you arched your back as his lips came down to meet your breast. A shuddering blissful feeling overcame you and the force behind it had you come down against him. Your forehead pressed against his as Namjoon’s groans were muffled by your lips. He moaned into you as he pulled out just in time he came after you.

Chest pressed against each other’s, mouths parted as deep breaths came out,   and the quivering delight that was left behind was all you could feel surround you both entirely. The warmth he had given you while being inside you was gone, but his arms wrapping around your hot and sticky skin made up for it instantly. Your legs were still trembling from the aftershock of your hard orgasm and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“Fuck,” he heavily breathed out, his voice hoarse and low. Your arms were still wrapped around him and you dared open your eyes. Once you did, you saw how intensely Namjoon’s was already looking at you.

“Would you look at that?” You softly murmured out, a teasing tone laced on your voice. “Haven’t even taken me out on a date and you have achieved more than others.”

His boisterous laugh was his response and your heart soared at that. He just shook his head and gently kissed you, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“How about I take you out right now?” He asked, his lips peppering these light kisses  on your lips, nose, and neck. He softly nudged his nose below your chin. “We can eat and definitely talk about what just happened. What do you say?”

“Well Namjoon, you have one hell of a way of asking me out,” You mused out and he laughed. “But yes, I’ll accept free food anytime.”

He raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “You’re just saying yes because of the free food?”

“Yep.” You teased and then the sudden realization that he hadn’t stuttered caught up to you in an instant. “Joon?”

He kissed the side of your chin, “Hm?”

“How come you haven’t stuttered?”

He just chuckled against your skin, “Baby, the only reason why I even stuttered was because you made me so nervous.”

“And now after you fucked me, I don’t.” You concluded and he rolled his eyes at how you worded it. 

“I gained confidence you could say.” He said, his fingers gripping your chin so you could look at him. “But even then, you can still make me your stuttering mess.”

Damn it, Namjoon. 

You practically jumped on to him once again, kissing him hard on the mouth. His hands went down to cup your ass to press your nakedness self against his cock and then the door flung open. Namjoon immediately covered your whole body completely as Yoongi stopped on his tracks with his mouth wide open. The key that he had used to open the door immediately slipped out of his grasp as he screamed.

“My fucking eyes!” As quick as he stormed in, he had practically fled back outside. “Elizabeth! Help me!”

“What’s going on?” You heard Elizabeth’s voice throughout the door.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, horrified. Namjoon slowly let you go and you dashed off to get dressed. Why? Why did these things have to happen to you?

Namjoon all he could do was stand there and laugh as he said, “This is definitely karma.”

“What?” You sputtered out. “How could this be karma!”

“You have no idea how much I have walked in on him and his fuck buddies. Pay back.”

You threw your shoe at him, “Namjoon!”