Valentine's Day With Shouta Aizawa By Vi

Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ So as you already now it's valentines day in many countries so I decided to do something fluffy for you ❤️ Hope you enjoy! (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Pd: Happy valentine's day to those who have a special someone! And to those who hasn't, treat yourself with some chocolates and flowers because loving yourself is also a reason to celebrate! 💕

Warnings: none, just fluff

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

The heroes have won and restored peace. It took some time to rebuild the cities near the fight but in a few months, Japan was functioning like usual. The classes at UA started again and everyone was excited to be back at school (even those who have lost friends, family or teachers) but not Aizawa. He felt terrible about how things turned out and just couldn't move on like nothing ever happened. Not when he has scars that hasn't healed yet. He lost many friends and now he was incapable of using his quirk to save others. Because of it, he felt useless and miserable as he was no longer a hero and all he had left was teaching.

Mic was getting worried about his friend's behaviour; he didn't eat or sleep and started shutting down to everyone around him. It was when Eri knocked the door one night saying she was scared cause Aizawa had locked the door to his bathroom and won't come out, that the hero decided to put an end to this situation. Firstly, he obligated his friend to go the psychologist and then, every week they would go out in order to make him feel comfortable interacting with other people again; this included setting him up on dates against his will. Having a relationship was not something he needed right now and he definitely didn't want to become a burden to anybody. That was until a certain someone came along...

Y/n was a foreigner doctor that arrived to Musutafu a few months ago when she found out what was happening and wanted to help. She had a "sanation quirk" which meant she could cure and regenerate body parts. She's specialised in working with people who had been badly injured and needed to train their body functions from the beginning.

After helping to attend civilians and heroes during the final war, Nezu offered her a job at the UA as "Recovery girl" was finally retiring and she gladly accepted. She was introduced to the other stuff a few weeks earlier but Shouta was nowhere to be seen and definitely didn't pay Yamada any attention when he talked about a "new sexy doctor" or something like that cause, if he had listened to him, he would've been prepared for such a sight. His friend suggested to visit the new college as maybe she could help him to recover fiscally (and also because he knew that the moment Aizawa saw her, he would be hooked) So there he sat rigid without making eye contact while she inspected his injuries. She was so close that he couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume. Y/n (as she has told him) was the prettiest woman he has ever seen or been near, by far; her e/c eyes brought calm when he looked into them and her reassuring smile told him everything was going to be ok and suddenly, he realised how rough this months have been that a simple gesture fold with positivity, made him feel so overwhelmed he needed to get out of the room for a few moments.

Once he came back, the doctor was smiling at him and made him sit next to by grabbing his rough hand into her delicate one He was not expecting such an action as well as not expecting her look at him right on the eye and said "Have some good news for you! First of all, we are gonna replace this pirate bandage you have for an implant and, with my quirk's help, it could regenerate your hability to see and use your power. However, it'll take time. We will work together in rehab and maybe and year from now, you would be able to use your quirk like you did before! (I'm not a doctor, I actually study law, so please understand all of this is fantasy)" Aizawa couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even thought Mic had told her say that so he wouldn't feel so terrible but the look in her eyes was one of genuine happiness and sincerity so he choose to believe and chase, after so many years, the hope of having a good ending where he could finally be in peace with himself.

Six months later, Shouta was quite pleased with how much he achieved. He started eating, sleeping and teaching like he did before it all went down the hill. He really had missed training his students and doing hero work. So he was glad he visited y/n that time, speaking of which became one of his best friends. She was always by his side; on his worst days where everything hurt and he didn't want to keep going, she was there to extend him a hand. Also, on those days were training seemed easy and he would do everything right, she was there to cheer for him. It was just a "mere coincidence" that his favourite days were the ones he spent next to her. Actually, they had their own routine together; they would eat every day the bento boxes she prepared to lunch at the rooftop, also, before going to the teachers dorms, they would have a cup of coffee and tea (a vanilla tea with honey for her. Yes, he memorized her favourite drink because he is a really good friend, right? Right?) and twice a month they would go out to eat alone or sometimes Hizashi joined them.

Some days, she would appeared unexpectedly to play with Eri and they would ended up having dinner together, like a family. Oh, that made Aizawa stay awake at night. The mere thought of having y/n on his life as more than a friend, made his head spin. He would take to his own grave that sometimes, when they were out with Eri, he actually pretended they were a real family and when old ladies comment on how cute their child was, he did not denied and respond "yes, I know just like his mother" just to see the cute blush on her face and for her to hit his arm because of embarrassment.

Her arrival had been a blessing and there was no denying she'd saved him but somewhere along the way, feelings got confusing and their friendship was something more to him. When he was around her, he no longer felt lonely and sad. She made him feel loved when she traced the scars from fights he wanted to forget or when she would put his head on her lap and caressed his hair till he was asleep. Every little thing made him fell in love with her allover again, that's why he had prepared a big surprise in order to confess. He has been leaving romantic letters on her desk with flowers or chocolates, other times he left some vanilla tea with her favourite cake or small gifts such as plushies, earrings and necklaces all from her secret admirer. The girls from class 2A had given him the idea and help him choose a few of them.

When Valentine's Day arrived, Shouta was so nervous he thought he would explode. Today was the day he'll finally confessed. He had made a reservation at the highest building in the city just to have the best view for the fireworks show and the lake. He made sure they served her favourite dish and that were roses on the table. He left a letter on her desk that said "Today I'm going to have enough courage to tell you how I feel. Please meet me at 8PM at xxxx, I'll be waiting. Pd: This is my final gift before reviling identity, please feel free to wear it tonight. Kisses, your secret admirer" and next to it was a box with a beautiful red dress inside. Something modest and elegant but just as stunning as you were. He did a design for Momo to make and he couldn't be happier about how it looked on her, She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. She still hadn't seen him and Shouta panic for a moment, his head filled with bad thoughts like "what if she rejected him? What if she didn't like him?, etc" but once he looked eye with her, he knew everything was going to be alright even if she rejected him. Her eyes were full of curiosity and she was trying to hide the blush on her face by looking around the restaurant so he took this moments to admire her. If he could his the ground she was walking, he definitely would. What a sight she was. Not only with this beautiful dress but also when she wore that cute pijama bunny with her hair on a messy bun. He would choose that sight every day for the rest of his life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was no coming back and he gladly accepted that from the start. He was hers to take if she wanted to and he would make sure to give her the best of him, mind, spirit and soul.

He hadn't realised he's been holding his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him with a timid smile and said "I was hoping it was you all along" and took him by surprise by kissing him and that was how it started. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone as wonderful as her but he'd make sure she won't regret ever choosing him.

Distraction (Bakugou x F!Reader) by Vi

Hi everyone! Its me again!✨ Today I decided to write about one of my favourite characters, our boy Katsuki ❤️🔥 I really hope you enjoy!☺️ (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language🙏🏻)

Warnings: a few curse words but fluff anyway

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Everything she did was a distraction for him; From walking into the classroom to wearing headphones on the way to Beast Jean's agency. Every little thing y/n did, drove him mad and it started to annoy the shit out of him (an he definitely wasn't a man of patience)

Bakugou couldn't stand seeing her at school, wearing her stupidly perfect ponytail and even perfect make up. Sitting next to y/n was suffering and watching her doing basic activities like writing, made it worse. All he could think about was 'How can someone look so stunning by doing absolutely nothing?' It really irritead him.

It's not that Katsuki doesn't like her; it's quite the opposite actually! Being near her made him panic because he can't control the situation. Usually, the explosion boy is very confident and maybe a little bit arrogant but, when it comes to y/n, he just cannot function right. His hands sweat a lot more (and not because of his quirk 😉), he feels his heart almost scaping from the chest and he can't seem to find the right words.

All he could do (and it's the only thing that he allows himself ) is admiring from distance. He's been doing this since the day y/n arrived and it hasn't changed eventhough the two of them are friends now. He memorized how the morning light makes her cheeks turned red or how bright it makes her eyes look. He also carved into his memory the way she smiles when seeing a cute baby at the train station.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to mean something more to her! To be able to openly tell her how pretty he thinks she looks while concentrated or how it turns him on to watch her beat the shit out of a villain.

Bakugou is certain that he is indeed a coward. There is some chemistry between the duo. Many nights where their fears crapped into their skin and won't let them sleep, they only found comfort in eachother arms. Also, they do things they despite just because the other enjoys it ( example: He went to the cinema to watched a terrible romantic movie just to keep her company or when y/n took him to a restaurant where all the dishes were spicy eventhough she hates spicy food)

It was pretty evident to everyone around them that there is something more than a great friendship but these two were too scared to say anything yet

Damn it! Without realising, Katsuki has been distracted staring at her for half an hour and it's been happening a lot more than he would like to admit. Maybe someday he'll find the courage to tell y/n how he feels but right now, he need to concentrate in order to pass the incoming exam (not before checking on her on last time)

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!

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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!”

Jealous Dabi! X F! Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi!✨ I decided to write something about jealous Dabi. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Pd: Sorry I haven't been posting but I was on vacation and didn't have good connection hahaha

(Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: suggestive maybe? but not really smut

• Well, let's imagine you are Hawks' quirkless secretary and certain day he asked you to attend to a LOV meeting with him in order to record what they'll say

• Everything was going smooth till a very tall guy with pursing blue eyes sat next to you and asked "what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?" You tried to not be affected by this intense staring and said "I'm here with Hawks since I'm his secretary I need to involve myself for the cause too" Apparently that piece of information caught his attention and gave you an curious look but before letting him speak again you continued saying "Anyways, what do you mean a woman like me?" And he smirked while saying" I meant a delicate and beautiful lady like you being in a shitty hole like this" You were blushing like a tomato and Touya thought it was really cute

• Since that day, Dabi tried to be as near to you as possible every time you were on reunions together. Also, he would text you and appear out of the blue at the end of you shift just to spend time with you even if it meant getting caught by the heroes. At first, Touya thought he could manipulated you to gain information but after a while, he realised you weren't aware of your surroundings and he started to feel the need to protected you from this society. Something in Hawks didn't sit well with Dabi's interested in you but he choose to ignore it and take advantage of it.

• Some time before the heroes attack to the LOV's base, Dabi was waiting for you to get out of work hiding at an alley. It been fifteen minutes and there was no sight of you but before he started to torture some sidekicks about your wereouts, you and Hawks appeared from the sky to land safely at the entrance of the agency. The hero had you prestressed against his chest with his arms around your waist and your hands grabbing his t shirt. This act itself made Dabi's blood boild and without realising, fire started to came out of his arm. How dare that pathetic asshole put his hands on his girl. Yeah, you two didn't have a title yet but that didn't mean he could be touching you like that. He thought everybody knew you were off limits but apparently, he needed to make thing more clear for those stupid heroes that wanted to take you away from him. Oh and he was gonna make Hawks pay but he needed to control himself before he did something infront of you that'll make you scared.

• That night Hawks offered to take you to your house when Dabi appeared next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze while pulling you closer "She doesn't need a ride. I'll take her home. We have a long night, don't we love?" He looked at you with range and lust on his eyes while grabbing your chin with his index finger. You weren't sure what he exactly meant by that cause' you both only had shared kisses now and then but never got to something more sexual. However, his words and the way he was staring at you said otherwise.

• "We are going now, doll" They started to walk but Dabi turned around a little to looked at Hawks dead on the eye as if challenging him. Touya knew the hero felt something towards his girl so he wanted to make very clear for him that she was his and his only and that he won't let him get away with those actions.

• Once at your apartment, you were slammed against the door as Touya force you to look at him by grabbing your jaw "I think I haven't been cleared enough with you so let me get this straight" He got near your mouth while looking lustfully at you and said "There is a big difference between that stupid hero and me. He would definitely sacrifice you for the world's benefit while I would burn the whole world just for you (hear this on tik tok and it fits him hahaha well)" He then traced your lips with his thumb as he said "You are mine. You belong to me since the fist day I lay eyes on you and I won't let some idiot believe he can take whats mine. Am I clear?" You simply nodded as he attacked your lips while wrapping his hand around your neck. Once he broke the kiss, his hand remained on your neck and he added a bit of pressure on it demanding for you to say you were his. Then he applied open mouth kisses on your neck while leaving marks on your sweet skin so Hawks and other assholes would see you belong to him. That was just the start of a very long night and let's just say you couldn't go to work the next day.

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 it may be misfortune that brings you to min yoongi’s door looking for a place to stay, but luckily holly lodge has a vacancy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 explicit sexual content, cursing, unintentional voyeurism, non-explicit mxm (taejin side pairing), protected sex, kinda-sub!yoongi, oral (m receiving), fingering, yoongi lowkey being a pillow princess, smut with a whole lot of feelings, body worship (m receiving), praise (m receiving), this was more vanilla than expected, cowgirl/riding, hand-holding during sex, this isn’t jerk-off material it’s slow burn softness so be warned

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A distant crunch of gravel is the only warning you get. You look around absentmindedly, down the steep slope of the hilly fields, and see a bus pulling away down the windy path that had brought you here several hours ago.

“Oh, fuck-!” You make it less than a third of the way down, half-stumbling, half-running, before you give up, realising it’s no use. “Oh, fuck,” you repeat with a sullen sigh, sinking down to the dirt path.

What was meant to be a day-trip to the renowned Boseong Green Tea fields was apparently going to be longer than a day.

The sky was steadily growing darker, and through the vibrant hedgerows of green tea plants that lined the hillside, a fog was starting to collect. Consulting your phone tells you it’s later than you thought.

You stand up again, brushing the dust off the back of your jeans, and slowly plod your way back up to the peak of the hill, where a flat area with some benches provides a decent lookout. The several small cafes and restaurants at the base of the fields have no lights on, and a metal grille has been slid down over the windows of the ticket booth. It’s deserted.

Your roaming data works up here, although it’s a little more patchy than you’d grown used to around the rest of the country, and you use the last of your dying battery to google some places to stay. With any luck, you’d be able to phone in to a hostel or motel and book in a place. You just hoped the walk wasn’t too far in the dark. But as the sun slips lower and lower in the sky, and you call a seventeenth number, you begin to lose hope.

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