#i was in the window seat and couldnt leave | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cyberslvts · 1 year ago

Text

COME BACK TO ME || w.maximoff

Summary: As you struggle to decipher your feelings, it becomes increasingly apparent that Wanda is not willing to let go of what you once had.

Warnings: 18+, angst, arguing, Smut, restraints, fingering (r recieving), oral (r recieving), desperate Wanda(creaming), happy ending.

WC: 6k

a/n: I had way to much fun writing this chapter.

Part 1 || Part 2

———-

Your office was a realm of muted grey and white, the color palette matching the heavy clouds that hung low in the sky outside. The city rain tapped a soothing melody against the windows, filling in the silent gaps of the room. Droplets trickled down the glass panes, distorting the view of the cityscape bellow.

You sat in your swivel chair, your fingers absently tapping a rhythm on the armrest. Your eyes were fixed on the raindrops, as if they held the answers to the turmoil within you.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cityscape appeared gray and hazy, the tall buildings shrouded in mist. Your thoughts were as cloudy as the weather outside, your heart heavy with unresolved emotions.

The heaviness in your chest matched the atmosphere outside, a weight that had yet to lift since that fateful confrontation. The events of that night constantly replayed in your head, never leaving your mind as if they were following you like your shadow.

Its been about four months since youd last spoken to Wanda. Legal matters and discussions, were conducted solely through your lawyers, a clear boundary you had set. As for Wanda, she was promptly banned from your office building, further deepening the growing rift between you two.

Your eyes felt heavy as you stared out into the city. You had started to spend more time at the office, shwoing up hours before all of your employees, and leaving when the halls of the building were as quiet as the streets bellow. You couldnt stand being in your apartment. The space that once felt like a refuge now held a haunting echo of Wanda, The silence of your home was loud and overwhelming, Each room seemed to be haunted by the ghost of your relationship, a constant reminder of what once was. So you instead chose to bury yourself in your work day and night to try and erase the growing void in your heart.

It was during those late nights at the office that you would catch glimpses of her, seated on the black bench outside your building. The sight of her there was like a ghost from the past, You could see the weariness in her posture, the heaviness in her eyes. She appeared as lost and broken as you felt.

As you stepped out into the night air, your eyes would inevitably find her. Silently sitting, watching cars zip past her. A jolt of surprise would cross her face as she noticed you, and then a flicker of hope. She would scramble to her feet, her gaze locked onto you as she rushed to intercept you before you could walk away.

“Y/n, wait, please,” Your strides were beginning to widen and You could hear the clacking of her heels behind you “Please, I just want to talk.”

Abruptly, you spun around, halting in your tracks. Wanda faltered, her heels nearly causing her to lose her balance as she struggled to come to a stop.

“Fine, then talk,” you stated, your arm extended slightly as if urging her to get to the point

Wanda's words stumbled out, her voice laced with a mix of anxiety and determination. “I miss you,” she confessed, her gaze holding a raw vulnerability that pierced through the space between you.

You watched her, the ache in your chest growing with every passing second. "You betrayed me, Wanda," your voice held a hint of bitterness, a mix of hurt and anger that you couldn't fully hide.

"I know," she whispered, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I can't change what I did, and I can't take back the pain I caused you."

Your fists clenched involuntarily, the turmoil inside you threatening to overflow. "Do you even understand what you've done? The trust you shattered?"

Wanda's shoulders sagged as if each word you spoke weighed her down further. "I do, y/n. And I'm so, so sorry."

The two of you stood there on the empty sidewalk, the world around you seemed to blur, Wanda's eyes remained locked on you, her gaze a mixture of regret, longing, and a silent plea.It was a scene heavy with emotions, a moment frozen in time.

"I can't just forget what happened," you finally said, your voice cracking as you struggled to maintain your composure.

Wanda nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "I don't expect you to. I just... I wanted you to know how sorry I am."

The ache in your heart was overwhelming, a mixture of love and pain that you couldn't untangle. You turned away, your steps carrying you toward your car.

"I need time, Wanda," you said over your shoulder, your voice laced with a sadness that mirrored the rainy night.

"I understand," her response was a whisper, barely audible against your retreating form. "I'll wait.”

You sat up in your chair, the memories of that night jolting you from your trance. A suffocating wave of despair started to build within you. Before you could let it fully consume you, you spun around in your chair until you were facing your desk. Clicking your mouse to wake up your screen in order to resume the previously abandoned pile of work.

You missed Wanda more than you could let yourself admit. You wanted to hate her, and after what she did you should hate her. And you tried, you really did. You locked yourself away from her, you buried yourself in work in hopes to erase any happy memories you once had with her, so you could replace them with the cruel and heartless version of her you knew now.

But the truth was different. You couldn't erase the way her eyes lit up when they met yours, or the way she made you feel—loved and safe, in a way no one else ever had.

You think you would always remember her this way, a constant reminder, etched deep into your heart.

—-----——-

You returned to your penthouse drenched, the rain having caught you off guard without an umbrella. The water had rendered your hair a shade darker, and you left a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood floors as you made your way towards the bathroom.

You shed your wet clothes and stepped under the stream of hot water in your shower, feeling immediate relief as the tension in your muscles began to dissipate. The air was filled with the refreshing scents of lavender and sandalwood as you lathered up and cleaned yourself.

After finishing your shower, you stood still for a moment, the steam swirling around you like a comforting embrace. The warmth and solitude created a cocoon of serenity, shutting out the world beyond the bathroom walls.

When your fingers began to wrinkle from the water, you reluctantly stepped out of the shower, reaching for a fluffy towel to wrap around yourself.

You were in the midst of lathering lotion in your hands when a loud knock stopped your movements. You looked down at yourself, seeing you were naked and only covered in a white towel. You debated on changing but decided not to assuming it was your neighbor coming to get the spare key she left you, having locked herself out multiple times.

The ends of your damp hair left small droplets on the floor as you padded to the door, twirling a pair of keys. absentmindedly in your hand. When you peered through the peephole, your breath caught in your throat. You practically ripped the door open upon seeing her. Wanda stood before you, her appearance slightly disheveled, her hair displaying a touch of frizz despite still looking perfect. The collar of her shirt was creased, and her makeup seemed to be fading – signs that she might have come directly from work.

“Y/n I can't do this anymore.” Wanda spoke before you could even fully comprehend why she was here. The sight of her there, standing at your doorstep, caught you off guard, and you struggled to process her sudden appearance.

“What? Wanda, what are you doing here,?” Your voice trembled with a blend of confusion, your grip on your towel invonultarily tightened when you felt her push past you until she was standing in your living room.

Wanda's impatience seemed palpable as she brushed past you, her steps echoing in the living room. “I know I really fucked up, but I cant keep doing this,” her voices wavering as she began to lightly pace across your dark floors.

“I dont understand, you cant do what anymore” you shot back, your own voice carrying a mix of exasperation and pain.

“Be away from you!” she declared, finally turning to face you fully. The frustration in her eyes was clear, mixed with a weariness that seemed to emanate from deep within. “I know you wanted space, and I get that, I do, but are you just never going to talk to me again?”

The intensity in her gaze held you captive for a moment, and you felt your heart tug in response. But you couldn't let yourself fully give in. “Wanda, I don't know what you want me to say to you. You lied and went behind my back for months,” you responded, the weight of your words underscored by the lingering hurt.

“And I am so sorry for what I did, you know I am,” she pleaded, her desperation evident. Her words stumbled out as she struggled to find the right ones. “Just… Just tell me what I have to do to make this right.”

Her next words hit you like a wave, unexpected and powerful. “I'll give up everything if that's what it takes. The company, the money, all of it.” You looked at her as if she had lost her mind, but the determination in her eyes was unwavering.

“Are you insane? you cant just show up here in the middle of the night-”

“I love you, y/n, and I know you still love me,” her voice cracked with vulnerability. “And I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, but this can't be the end for us.”

A sharp retort formed on your lips, fueled by your anger and the pain she had caused you. “Well, you're wrong, Wanda. I don't love you anymore,” you stated, your words a defense mechanism to shield yourself from the turmoil inside

A fleeting expression of hurt crossed Wanda's face, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown. “I don't believe you,” she responded with a firmness that matched your own, her unwavering gaze locked onto yours as if she could see right through your facade.

“Well you are going to have to believe it” you harshly responded, With a frustrated sigh, you turned abruptly on your feet and began walking toward the hallway that led to your master bedroom. The echo of Wanda's footsteps followed closely behind, the tension between you two was concrete.

“Where are you going?” Wanda questioned as she followed after you like a lost puppy. Her voice, still heavy with determination,

"Well, I'm not planning on lingering here half-naked in a towel,” You responded, the annoyance and sarcasm evident in your voice. “since you don't have plans on leaving any time soon”

The door to your bedroom swung open as you entered, and you didn't even need to glance back to know Wanda was right on your heels. It was almost comical how she managed to keep up, considering the weight of the conversation that hung between you.

With a huff, You made your way into your closet, turning around you shut the door right in her face, an offended expression painted her features as if she was expecting to walk right in with you.

Wanda leaned back against the gray walls of your bedroom, her gaze fixed on the closed closet door. She ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek, frustration and resignation mingling in her expression

"I can't believe you actually tried to convince me that you don't love me anymore," she scoffed, her voice dripping with a mixture of disbelief and anger, her words a response to the emotional grenade you had thrown earlier

You continued your search for clothes, the sound of fabric rustling and drawers opening serving as a background to the tension in the room. "Oh please, Wanda," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because nothing says 'I love you' like secretly sharing confidential information with our competitors.”

Through the door, you heard a muffled sigh, signaling Wanda's exasperation as she leaned against the wall. The room felt like a battlefield, the air heavy with unspoken regrets and unreleased emotions.

"Are you seriously bringing that up again?" she pushed herself off the wall until she was once again face to face with your closet door.

She could practically hear you rolling your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that supposed to be forgotten in the grand gesture of you showing up unannounced?"

Wanda's lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze narrowing at your words. "I came here to try and fix things, y/n. I'm not just going to disappear from your life."

“My life would actually be a lot easier if you did disappear from it.” your voice slightly strained as you reached behind yourself to hook on your bra.

“Oh shut up, you don't mean that.” Wanda rolled her eyes, her frustration is evident as she crossed her arms over her chest. “For God, sakes how long does it take a person to put on a pair of pajamas?” she slapped her hands on the side of her legs and looked up at the ceiling her patience seemingly wearing thin. There was a beat of silence, while Wanda was waiting for you to respond, assuming you were just choosing to ignore her now.

Wanda let out a breath, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she slowly made her way across the room to sit on the edge of your bed. The sound of fabric rustling filled the otherwise silent room, and while you were engrossed in changing into your night clothes, Wanda battled an intense urge. She fought against the impulse to barge through your door, to grab hold of your unclothed body, and to never let you slip away again.

The ache within her was unbearable at times. The depth of her longing for you was a constant weight, an ever-present companion she couldn't shake off. It was a desperation that kept her awake at night, leaving her tossing and turning in her own lonely bed. She had become accustomed to falling asleep to the rhythm of your breath, to the warmth of your body beside hers. Without that, her nights felt empty, restless, and devoid of the comfort she so desperately craved.

How badly she yearned to touch you, to feel the softness of your skin beneath her fingertips. How she wished she could hold you close, wrapping her arms around you and never letting go. The memories of your touches, your kisses, and your whispered words of affection haunted her every moment.

She missed you, missed everything about you. Your absence left a void in her heart, a hole that seemed to grow with each passing day. She missed the mundane routines, the simple moments that now felt like precious memories. She longed for the times when you would both come home from work, tired but content, and share stories of your day. She missed the stolen glances, the inside jokes, the way you would fit perfectly in her arms.she missed waking up to you. She missed the messy hair that would cascade across your face as you slept, the way your brows would furrow just slightly before your eyes fluttered open.

As Wanda sat there on the edge of your bed, a whirlwind of emotions surged within her. She couldn't help but wonder if you missed her as much as she missed you if you felt as tortured as she was.

And then, like a sudden lightning bolt, a horrible thought struck her. Was there someone else? someone who had taken her place. It was a painful idea that clawed at the corners of her mind, igniting a pang of jealousy that she struggled to suppress. Was that why you hadn't called? Or why you seem to be perfectly fine while she felt like she would die if she had to go another day without seeing you.

The mere thought of another person filling the void she had left behind was enough to send a wave of nausea crashing over her. She wanted to believe that you were suffering too, that the separation was as torturous for you as it was for her. But the uncertainty gnawed at her, feeding her jealousy like a hungry fire.

Wanda recognized the unfairness of her jealousy. After all, she was the one who had shattered your trust and broken your heart. Her actions were inexcusable, and she had no right to feel possessive or envious. And yet, the images of you with someone else, sharing the intimacy and love that had once been exclusively reserved for her, were like poison to her soul.

Her determination to win you back was stronger than ever. She knew she had to make amends, to prove to you that her love was genuine and that she was willing to do whatever it took to earn your forgiveness. The thought of you in someone else's arms was unbearable, driving her to fight for you with an almost desperate fervor. As she sat there, wrestling with her emotions, she knew one thing for certain: she needed you back in her life. The pain of being apart from you was too much to bear, and she was willing to confront her own mistakes head-on to rebuild the connection that had once been the center of her world.

Wanda heard the sound of your closet door opening and immediately spun around, a burning flame of determination in her chest. She was fully prepared, ready to win you back no matter what the cost was. If she had to stay here all night declaring her love for you, then so be it.

But as soon as her eyes met yours, she froze. Every single thought in her head felt like it evaporated.

There you were, in the door frame wearing a set of lingerie, a stunning shade of scarlet Her favorite color. Her favorite set. On her favorite girl. She felt herself begin to get hot as a flame of lust ignited inside her. The bra, a work of art, lifted and accentuated your chest, offering a subtle allure that both revealed and concealed. The patterns of the lace danced across your skin. The panties, a matching masterpiece, hugged your hips with a gentle grace, the lace tracing a delicate line along your waist and hips. The fabric caressed your curves with a tender touch, leaving just enough for Wanda's imagination.

You cocked your head to the side in confusion at Wanda's sudden quietness. The atmosphere seemed to shift, the air growing thick with tension. Your attire, in contrast to the serious situation.

Wanda found herself taking an involuntary step closer. She felt as if she were under a spell, her attention drawn completely to you. But abruptly, she stopped, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. What exactly were you playing at? Were you testing her? Teasing her?

“Y/n.” she broke the silence, Not tearing her eyes off you for even a second as you waltz over to her. For the first time in a long time, Wandas mind went completely blank. All she could do was hopelessly stare.

“I figured this would make you shut up,” you retorted, a hint of playful defiance in your voice.

You took her by the belt. Looping your finger inside the leather material and pulling her forward until her lips met yours in a rough kiss. Wanda's hands immediately went to your waist, holding you agaisnt her.

Wanda felt like she was floating. She couldn't get enough of you, pressing harder into you, her hold on your hips tightening as if you were going to slip away. You sighed against her lips missing this feeling just as much as Wanda. You slipped your tongue into her mouth, moaning when you felt her gently suck on the wet muscle in return. Wanda felt herself beginning to get lost in you. The feeling of finally having your undivided attention was euphoric.

With each press of your lips against hers, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you in a suspended moment. Your hands worked quickley at the metal buckle of her belt. You sudden eagerness took her by surprise. The sound of clickling metal was echoed throughout the room as you pulled out the belt from her pants. Wanda was to lost in the feeling of your tongue in her mouth to feel you gently take her hands from you waist and lightly wrap them behind her back.

Your lips journeyed down to the curve of her neck, where your teeth grazed her skin, eliciting a throaty moan from her. “Fuck, baby,” she panted, shutting her eyes to relish the sensation.

Wanda's attempt to move her hands to run them through your hair was thwarted by her realization that she was now bound. She broke herself from the kiss, whipping her head around her shoulders to see her belt tightly wrapped around her hands into makeshift cuffs.

“Where did you learn that?” her tone a mix of concern and curiosity. she brought her face back around to yours, her breath tickling your lips.

“Internet.” You smirked, Placing your hands on her shoulders and shoving her until the back of her legs reached the bed. As she fell you admired the bewildered expression on her face. She always looked so adorable when she was confused.

Wanda attempted to stand up but before she could you swung yourself over her, your legs on either side of hers. Your hands place themselves on her shoulders. Keeping her back pressed against your soft white comforters. Wanda looked up at you with her mouth slightly agape. She flexed her arms trying to free herself from your restraints.

“Y/n. What is this? Why am I tied up” She questioned, wiggling her arms and shoulders in an attempt to free herself. You ran your hands over her body, soothing her frantic movements.

“You know, you really hurt me.” you softly spoke, faking a pout, and leaning down so the ends of your hair were on her face. Wanda's eyes softened into yours, She wanted to move her hand up to cup your face but realized she couldn't given her position. “You made me hate you again. And just when we were starting to get along” you tisked your lips, faking a disappointed expression.

“Y/n. Please. Im sorry.” Wanda spoke with desperation in her eyes, The guilt slowly eating away at her heart. You brought your finger up to her lip, hushing her gently.

“You didn't think you would be getting off scot-free, did you? Your voice suddenly dropped an octave, which made Wanda shiver. The heat and lust between the two of you rapidly growing.

Wanda's eyes widened at the realization of what was about to happen. She lifted the upper part of her body off the bed so her face was right in front of you. Her lips near touching yours.

“No, baby, please,” she murmured, her voice taking on a submissive tone that sent a jolt of electricity through the air. Softly, she kissed you, her words almost a plea against your lips. “It's been so long. I need to feel you.”

With a willpower you didn't know you possessed, you pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a frustrated whine from Wanda.

“Now how would that be fair? Huh,” you teased, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. The tension in the room was thick, the air charged with a mixture of longing and unresolved emotions.

You sat back on her legs and reached behind to unhook your bra. Wanda's gaze glazed over as your chest was revealed, and you discarded the bra, your hands tracing sensually over your skin. A soft moan escaped your lips as your fingertips caressed your hardened nipples.

Observing this, Wanda's mouth began to water, her desire growing. She leaned forward, eager to taste you, but you gripped her shoulders, preventing her from moving further

"Patience," you whispered, your voice a sultry purr. "I'm not done yet."

Wanda's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her anticipation evident in the way her eyes were fixed on you. She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought back the urge to pounce.

Your fingers continued their dance across your skin, teasingly grazing over your curves. Your hips started to grind against the flesh of her thigh. Wanda let out a groan, feeling your wetness soak through her thin pants. The low moans that escaped your lips seemed to echo in the room, a symphony of pleasure that played to Wanda's eager ears.

"Y/n," Wanda practically whimpered, her voice dripping with need. "Please, I can't wait any longer."

A knowing smile tugged at your lips as you watched her squirm beneath you. The power you held in this moment was intoxicating

You maintained your hold on her shoulders, savoring the way she practically trembled with anticipation. Your eyes bore into hers, a mixture of dominance and affection in your gaze.

"Tell me, Wanda," you cooed, your voice a velvet caress. "Tell me how much you want it."

Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving yours. “so bad," she confessed, her voice a soft plea. “I want it so bad”

You let your fingers trail a tantalizing path down your body, inching lower with deliberate slowness. Wanda's gaze followed your movements, her pupils dilating with desire. You slipped your fingers into your panties and began stroking yourself, coating your fingers in your wetness.

Wanda dug her nails into her palm watching your eyes flutter shut as you fucked yourself on your fingers. Her wrists burned from the tightness of the belt, rubbing together in an attempt to free herself.

You withdrew your fingers and lifted them to Wanda's awaiting mouth. She readily opened her lips, allowing your fingers to glide onto the top of her tongue. A moan escaped Wanda as the taste of you hit her senses, her eyelids fluttering shut as her tongue caressed and sucked your juices from your fingers, savoring every drop. The desire within her intensified. She wanted to taste all of you. She wanted to flip you over and hold your thighs open and bury her tongue into your wet pussy. This felt like torture, She didn't know much longer she could hold out for. To Wanda's disappointment, You pulled your fingers out of her mouth.

“Let me touch you, please,” she pleaded, her lips connecting to the base of your neck. “ill make you feel so good” You let her get a few more kisses in before you pushed her shoulders back.

“No touching. This is your last warning” you asserted firmly, bringing your fingers back to your core.

Wanda's frustration started to bubble up inside her. Watching your chest rise and fall with every heavy breath your let out, Your pillowy thighs squeezing her own as your wetness stained her pants.

Wanda subtly maneuvered her hands, sensing the belt beginning to loosen. Unbeknownst to you, a mischievous grin formed on her lips as you were becoming consumed by pleasure

“God, Wanda,” you moaned, the rhythm of your hips quickening, grinding down onto your fingers. The sensation coiling within your abdomen was becoming increasingly intense

Wanda began moving her leg up and down, matching the rhythm of your fingers. Distracting you from her movements behind her back. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your pleasure building to an exquisite peak.

Just as you were about to unravel you were abruptly flipped over and slammed onto the mattress. Your eyes shot open to see wanda hovering above you.

Wanda's chest heaved with a mixture of frustration and desire. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between her need to reclaim control and the overwhelming attraction that pulsed between you.

You could see the anger in her eyes, her hands aggressively squeezing yours as they pinned themselves on either side of your head. “That's enough. You've had your fun.”

She lowered herself onto your body, her breath caressing your skin with a fiery touch. Her lips trailed along your neck, chest, and stomach, each touch stoking the flames of anticipation. With a swift motion, she ripped off your panties, her lips immediately finding your wetness. She pressed her mouth against you, releasing a primal, heated moan against your sensitive flesh. She was relentless, giving you no mercy against her ministrations. She brought her lips up to your clit and began harshly sucking on the bundle of nerves. Your mind began to muddle into a haze of overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck- oh my god, Wanda” You gasped, Throwing your head back and arching your back into the air. Your hips began to squirm and Wanda threw her arm over your waist, anchoring you down onto the mattress. She brought two fingers up to your entrance and gently pushed them in, immediately curling against your sweet spot. Her tongue continued to roll against your clit as she took a moment to glance up at you.

You looked indescribably spectacular, as you always did right before you came. Your breaths became erratic, your hand reached down to tug at Wanda's hair making her groan into your core. That was all it took to send you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around Wanda's head, efficetevly muffling her moans as you unraveled under her. She brought her hand to your thigh rubbing circles into your skin, soothing you through your orgasm.

‘Wanda” you pant, watching her come up from your thighs, her fingers still lodged inside you. You cry out when you feel her begin to pump her fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck, please, Wanda,” you implored, your fingers digging into her shoulders as the intensity of her thrusts sent tremors through your body.

“C'mon, sweet girl, you can give me one more.” Wanda purred against your collarbones, beginning to suck hickeys down your chest. Your velvety walls pulsed around her fingers as they slid in and out of your pussy, her pussy.

“Is this pussy still mine baby?”

“God, yes!” you were clawing at Wandas back, feeling your orgasm start to build,

“and who do you belong to.” you went to respond but your mouth fell open when you felt wanda slide a third finger into your wet pussy. The stretch made your eyes squeeze shut, and your hold on Wanda tightened. your nails grazing her back as your orgasm surged forth. The sensation was electric, radiating through your entire being as Wanda continued her assault. The ferocity of her movements only heightened your pleasure, and you felt your body convulse in response.

Even after all this time she knew exactly what you liked and how to make you scream. Wandas entire focus was dedicated to pleasuring you, her fingers pumped in and out of you at a perfect angle and you felt your mind begin to grow fuzzy.

“Answer me.” Wanda's voice was firm, and filled with possessiveness, the thought of anyone else seeing you like this ignited fiery wave of jealousy inside her.

She hovered over you as you writhed beneath her. Her fingers maintained their relentless pace, and your hips bucked against her hand, seeking more.

“You, Wanda. I belong to you,” you moaned, your chest rising to meet hers. The heel of her hand pressed against your clit, sending jolts of ecstasy through you. Your senses were aflame, every nerve alive as Wanda's fingers orchestrated a symphony of pleasure within you

“There it is,” Wanda's voice held a triumphant note as she watched your face contort in pleasure. Her eyes shimmered with adoration, locked onto your expressions as you reached your climax. “Yes, that's my good girl.” Sloppy kisses found your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she reveled in your moans, the sweet sounds that fueled her own desire.

As the waves of pleasure gradually receded, you felt your body relaxing, your breathing slowing down to a steady rhythm. Wanda withdrew her fingers gently, her touch tender as she shifted to lie beside you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close against her as you both caught your breath. The afterglow of your intimacy was palpable in the air, a mix of emotions swirling between you.

Wandas voice broke the comfortable silence, soft and caring “ Are you okay, love?”

You turned your head to meet her gaze, her eyes a mirror of concern and affection. Despite everything, the depth of her feelings for you was undeniable. Your fingers traced gentle patterns on her arm, a silent reassurance.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice slightly muffled into her chest.

She gave you a kiss on your cheek before gently moving you off her so she could stand up. Your head that was being supported by wandas chest was soon replaced with the soft material of your pillows.

Your heart started to ache at the thought of Wanda leaving you, but she returned a few minutes later with a damp towel and a glass of water. She handed you the glass urgining you to drink it while she carefully cleaned the mess in between your legs.

When she was finished she awkwardly sat back on her legs, unsure of her next movements “if..if you want me to leave I can. I know your still angry, and if me staying here is too much for you I understand”

Your heart swelled at Wandas words, Even amidst the turmoil and the tangled emotions, she was still attuned to your needs and boundaries.

“I just want you to be happy Y/n.” she spoke, her breath faltering before she spoke her next words “And I understand if its not with me. I promise ill leave you alone after tonight”

“I dont want that Wanda.” you confessed, finally looking up into her eyes. "I can't deny that I still care about you," your vulnerability laid bare. "Despite everything, there's still something between us."

Wanda looked up at you relief and hope shimmered in her eyes, her fingers nervously toyed with a loose thread on the bedspread. "I've missed you so much, y/n. And I know I messed up, more than I can even express."

Tears welled up in your eyes as her words hit you, the rawness of her admission cutting through the layers of resentment. "I missed you too, Wanda. But you hurt me so bad."

"I know," she whispered, her voice laced with regret. “And im willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.”

Tears spilled from your eyes, a complex wave of emotions surging through you. "I still love you, Wanda. But it won't be easy."

“Im not looking for easy.” Wanda's thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek. "I love you, more than words can say."

The weight of your shared feelings hung in the air, a fragile bridge between your past and the uncertain future. But in that moment, you both knew that love was worth fighting for, even if it meant navigating the complexities of hurt and forgiveness.

As she leaned in, her lips met yours in a kiss that was a fusion of longing, remorse, and a tentative hope. It wasn't a magical fix, but it was a step towards healing, towards rebuilding what had been broken.

With a renewed sense of hope and a shared commitment to heal, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter. The past wouldn't disappear, but perhaps, with time and effort, you could build a future that was stronger, more resilient, and filled with the love that had never truly faded away.

As you pulled away slightly, you met her gaze with a tender smile. “Well have to take it slow,"

Her eyes lit up, a mix of relief and excitement dancing within them. "Yeah, slow sounds good."

A hint of confusion crossed Wanda's face as she glanced around the room, contemplating her next move. "So, should I... I mean, can I stay tonight?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, the warmth of her presence reassuring you. Without hesitation, you reached out, gently pulling her shoulder down onto you as you fell back onto the bed "Oh, You're not going anywhere."

Wanda's face broke into a radiant smile,. As she settled beside you, you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. She inhaled the smell of your hair feeling more at peace than she had in months.

In that moment, you both knew that while the road ahead might not be easy, the desire to be together was undeniable. The past was a part of your story, but it didn't have to define your future. With each heartbeat, you felt the strength of your love growing, and the promise of a second chance filling the air with hope.

Taglist: @reginassweetheart @marvelwomen-simp @lesbianpizza @ilovetlcc @kittnii @romanoffsgff @justabrokensunshine @blueredg52 @bibliophilicbi @ms-brek-ker @lizardslizzie @casquinhaa @dvrkhcld @dmenby3100 @marvels-slut @pawiie @brooklyn-r-dawson @psychickryptonitebouquet @ju-maxi89 @dracarys8287

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #fanfic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel

937 notes · View notes

cranberryjuice-posts · 10 months ago

Text

I kissed a girl and liked it

Pairings - teenage Abby anderson X lesbian! Fem! reader

An - abby and reader Are 16/17, this is around a year after Jerry’s death and Owen n abby r still together

Tw - reader smokes, making out, cheating (again don’t cheat on your partners)

Synopsis- Abby is a confused young queer girl who doesn’t know if she likes women or not and you being a good friend help her out

Abby was currently hanging out at owens place. He shared an apartment with a few other rookie soldiers but Abby didn’t mind just as long as she got to hangout with him.

At this point it was 2am and Owen was passed out asleep, Abby however was awake. She just silently walked in circles until she heard a nock at the window.

She moved to the sound and opened it where she found you standing. “Hey hot stuff” You teased which made the blonde blush.

“What are You doing here so late” she chuckled and tucked some hair behind her ear. You hardly saw her with her hair down but when you did you made sure to pay attention.

“What are You doing up so late hm?” You asked Back with a teasing grin. “Well I couldnt Sleep” Abby leaned forward on the window.

“Then I couldnt Sleep either” Abby just rolled her eyes at your response. She then noticed you had your backpack on. “What’s with the bag? Are you going out or something?”

You just shook your head. “Nah I’m going to go smoke”

“Smoke? Y/n isn’t it to early for that” she slightly criticized but you just gave her a sarcastic look. “Really? I’m 16 abs I think infected or a scar will kill me before smoking some weed”

“I meant its 2am”

“Oh..”

There was some awkward silence before you just rolled your eyes. “So are you gonna come with me or not”

Abby shook her head “not unfortunately, owens asleep and I’d feel bad leaving him”

“Fuck Owen dude, come hang out with me it’ll be a hundred times better I swear” you spoke with a clear distaste for Owen, abby could never figure out why you hated him so much.

After a few moments abby looked back at her sleeping boyfriend before nodding. “Allright you win” You jumped excited and helped the blonde out of the window and onto the stair case.

Normally Both of you walked down and into the city bellow, it helped that the rookies homes was stationed in an old apartment complex inside the WLF QZ and super close to the stadium so whenever you felt like skipping out you were able to just explore the abandoned city.

This time however you started to go up the fire escape. “Where are you going” Abby yelled after you while pulling her hair back into a braid.

“You’ll see!” You shouted back and continued to climb, Abby of course had no choice but to follow.

Soon you two were up at the roof. You set your bag down and laid out a few blankets some snacks you stole and two rolled joints as-well as your water canister.

Abby took a seat beside you, enjoying the cold breeze the light from the full moon and just the comfortable silence.. the starts were bright and Abby couldn’t help but stare at them wondering if old world had ever gotten to see the stars like this.

You leaned over and pointed to a constellation. “See that constellation there, that’s Hercules and there riiighhhht above it that’s Lyra” looking over you saw Abby’s smile and you gave a content sigh before moving back.

“So.. how’s that book about greek myths you found going?” She asked as you light the blunt. You nodded excitedly and smiled. “Great actually! I can’t believe people were able to think of stories like these”

The two of you continued to talk and pass the blunt around. Abby loved being around you, she would even think more than she liked being around Owen but she would never admit it. She studied how you looked under the moonlight with your cute pj pants sports bra and jacket, the way your hair complimented your face and skin tone and your lips… she looked away embarrassed but you took note.

You softly stopped laughing and put up a face of concern wondering if you had said something wrong “What’s wrong abs?” her cheeks were a soft red. There was some silence and you grew more worried, leaning forward more towards her. “Hey, you can talk to me” you touched her hand with a certain comfort that Abby couldn’t take it anymore

She breathed out gently and leaned on her arm. “Your like into women right”

Confused and taken back you nodded “uh yeah I’m really only into women men just don’t do it for me” Abby took in the information.

“Right.. well I mean I’m with Owen so I wouldn’t know but what’s it like, being with a girl?” She finally looked over at you. You were still confused but decided to humor Her, you moved your hand away and placed it on your thigh. “Uh it’s nice… I mean there’s this certian understanding between both of you that you could never find with a guy, I mean girls are soft gentle you both just want to be loved unconditionally so it’s easier to show that with them… plus it’s funner to kiss them” You threw in the final joke but Abby just nodded.

“Ok..” was all she spoke, Abby looked back to the scenery down bellow.. you gave her a suspicious look before chuckling.

“Abby do you want to kiss a girl?” You teased but Abby shook her head a little to quickly. You laughed and moved to face her better. “It’s ok, your pretty cute so if you really really wanted to someone would”

She just rolled her eyes but eventually made eye contact with you. There was silence.. neither of you made a move but it was clear both wanted to. After a moment both reached forward and kissed each other.

You stood in your knees with your hands in Abby hair. Inhaling she took in your subtle perfume and the cherry chapstick you always wore. Abby grabbed your waist and pulled you into her as you both kissed.

It was different from when she kissed Owen, you followed Abby’s lead and worked with her to make the entire kiss enjoyable. The way your hands ran through her braided hair and caressed her cheek. Abby ran her hands up and down your back with subtle shy touches to your butt which made you laugh in the kiss.

She hated how wrong it was but shit did it feel right. Your soft lips on hers, the way you started to kiss down her jaw and eventually landing on her neck.

Abby gasped once you started to lightly suck on her neck, your new position was laying in-between Abby’s legs with your hands tracing her body. She gently tucked some hair behind your ear while you kissed her and leaned back to give you more room.

——

You two laid on your backs, your head was laying on Abby’s chest and her arm was around you. Neither daring to speak of what you two had just done. Would owen be mad if he found out you two made out yes, yes he would but if he didn’t know then there’s no way he would mind right.. right.

You felt Abby pull you closer and you just chuckled.. sitting up you kissed her cheek before her lips softly. “Common, let’s get you back before your sucky boyfriend wakes up” you joked and started to pack up, mainly you wanted to leave because you knew you loved Abby but there was no way she would love you back.

You dropped Abby back off and helped her into the window.. silently looking at each-other you finally turned and left to go back to your place, Abby gripped the window seal and watched as you walked away, she wished she could regret what you two had done but deep down she knew that was the best kiss she ever had..

The following day at training you avoided Abby not wanting to make things awkward even though you knew that was the last thing to do to not make shit awakard.

Abby sat down exhausted and Owen followed. He tried to lean over and kiss her but she just pulled back putting a hand on his chest and giving a small smile. Owen rolled his eyes playfully and looked down confused.

“Where’d you get that” he touched her neck gently rubbing the hickey you accidently left.. Abby paniced and cleared her throat.

“Oh uh it’s just a bruise, some kid was throwing rocks and it hit me in the throat” Abby lied, Owen however put on a more serious look. “Damn.. just be more careful ok”

“Yeah ok” Abby reassured him. He kissed her cheek but little did he know she was looking behind him and at you.

——

A week later Abby broke up with Owen.

Abby - *kisses y/n*

Abby -I’m a homosexual.. IM A HOMOSEXUAL😢

—

#Spotify #lesbian #wlw #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou

337 notes · View notes

sluttysanemi · 8 months ago

Text

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

YOUR POST.

a/n: i hate hoes who open their gaping mouth n talk shit about u, even though ur an online creator w a slight social presence. imagine calling a stranger spoiled, a bitch, and telling them to kill themselves, even though they've never spoken to you, and simply posted something you disagree with? couldnt be me, LOL! imagine being so childish? (u forgot petty btw ;)) tag me b4 u spread ur legs again to shit talk me, you spineless, nosy, slow ass, cunt!! xoxo)

also, do me a favour n send esha spiders to her home address!! she loves them!! she wants them all over her bum. hi esha!!

c/w: out-of-character sanemi, masturbation, jealous sanemi, slightly stalker-ish?, public masturbation?? hes in his car idk

He was constantly monitoring your social media. It felt as if he was persistently on your page. Watching you. Watching your body.

He was addicted. He couldn't let you leave him.

You could say that you've parted ways. Still, your presence remained in his heart.

And his head remained clouded by his perverse thoughts.

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

Sanemi slid into the driver's seat once more, following his brief journey to the petrol station. Outside, it was dingy and late. There weren't many vehicles within the area.

He stared out the window, taking in the serene moment. It was quiet and silent, with many shops shuttered. The majority of apartment windows were dark, indicating that the occupants had been sleeping.

His mind pondering endlessly, he took his phone from his pocket. His thumb scrolled mindlessly, prolonging his journey home.

As he clicked on his social medias, the sudden urge to look at your page swiftly struck him. He held an unhealthy attachment. He needed to know how you were.

You still belonged to him after all, he strongly thought. He held the freedom to stalk your online presence as much as he pleased.

Heaven forbid that you had found a new boyfriend. A substitute for him. He wouldn't forgive it. He would have ensured that he implemented action against him.

As he visits your page, he discovers a fresh post. Another work of art to marvel at. He swallows idly, tapping the screen.

As the image was displayed on his phone, he felt a strong surge of shock. And intense thoughts of arousal.

He stares at the scene, his mind racing with numerous thoughts. It was a beach post, your attire almost provocative. Your apparel was tight and highlighted the intricate details of your body. He consumed it entirely.

He bit his lip and kept his eyes riveted to his phone. What a tease you were. You knew he would grow thrilled by your body.

His clothing felt tight as his cock began to pulse, and harden beneath the material. You were devious, he thought. Your body was pleading for him.

His palms grew damp, and his body tensed. He craved relief.

His eyes remained centred on his phone, as his fingers crept gradually to his zip. Quivering digits slowly curled, tugging downward. As it opened, he fumbled to his belt. He loosened himself, providing his waist slight solace.

With simple access, he swiftly pulled aside the soft material of his briefs, releasing his eager shaft. His bulbous tip oozed glistening droplets of pre.

With a quivering breath, he curled his hand over his pulsating erection. His veins jerked fiercely.

His lips groan with ecstasy as his hand glides in a steady rhythm. His thoughts were centred on you. Only you.

His hips jerked lightly as his chest heaved. His brows pinched together, and his cheeks flushed.

He thought of you in compromising scenarios. In altering positions. He envisioned how you would plead for him, as his cock gradually plunged within you. The tight cavity of your walls, writhing around him.

His hands surged quicker, as his hips bucked more viciously.

His fingers trembled, as his phone nearly fell from his grasp. He darted a glance at your face. Your lips. He recalls their soft, tender touch. Their supple feel. His head rolls back, and a deep groan slips from his chest.

He envisioned them wrapped around his rushing shaft. How he'd grasp your hair and rock his hips fiercely into your throat. He'd watch his seed fill your mouth and slowly drip past your lips.

“Fuck… cockslut… just beggin’ for this cock, huh?”, his words a heavy breath. He couldn't help himself.

He felt himself fluttering more vigorously. With a few further strokes, his shaft gushed. Thick jets of his seed spilled from his straining cock, as he groaned with delight. He immersed himself in the moment, his mind blurred with bliss.

He buried himself in heaven.

He takes a moment to replenish his breath. His hazy thoughts gradually returned to clarity.

He gazed at his palm, which was now coated in his ecstacy. His thighs trembled faintly, and his body felt almost overwhelmed.

“Fuck…”, he whispered softly. What an influence you had on him.

He knew one thing for definite.

He needed to bring you back.

111 notes · View notes

billluver0124 · 6 months ago

Text

"you think im gonna stop?"

synopsis: bill whos worried sick finds y/n in an alleyway, on yet another bender. bill tries to help her change her ways, but will y/n ever really stop drinking? WARNINGS: heavy alcohol use, cursing, angst themes

No one really knows how it started to bloom, but y/n had a very unhealthy drinking habit. you could always spot her with an alcoholic drink in her hand, almost as if she was a magnet for alcohol. Everytime she drank she would go on a bender that would last days, weeks, one time it was a month. she had to be hospitalized that time. but even after that, she never stopped drinking. normally after people got tired of her behavior they would leave her life, but bill was different, he always stayed and took care of her.

Y/n and bill have known each other since middle school, she defended him a lot when it came to the bullying he went through in school. he was always grateful for that. them two as a duo were inseparable, stuck together like glue. it pained him to see her like this now, especially since this was a very close friend of his. Y/n was now on yet another bender, but this time it was different. normally you would catch her at a nearby bar or outside of it if the staff kicked her out. but she wasnt there. bill drove around to every bar she was a regular at, and she was nowhere to be found. where could she possibly have gone? bill thought to himself as he was growing more worried by the second. he searched all over town, for sure knowing that she couldnt have gone that far. but its been three days, anything is possible at this point.

Just as he was about to call it a night, he finds her asleep in a nearby alleyway. her clothes torn and her shirt barely on her torso. but luckily she had a carhartt jacket to keep her warm. her skin was so pale, her eye bags were so dark and she reeked of whiskey, and conveniently enough there was an empty bottle of jack daniels in her hand. she looked terrible.

"y/n get up.." bill shakes her awake, she wakes up confused. "where am i?" bill doesnt answer her, he helps her up and takes her to his car. helping her into the passenger seat and hopping in the driver's seat, continuing the drive home. As they were driving, y/n spots a bar. "can you stop at the bar? i wanna go get a drink please" the effects of the alcohol from yesterday havent even faded yet, how could she possibly want another drink? "absolutely not." bill said, his tone serious. "awh c'mon billy.." she whined drunkenly, "youre not even sober right now" "im sober enough to want another drink" y/n rolled her eyes, digging into her pocket to find three mini shot bottles in there. she smiled as she opens one and downs the entire shot. bill looking over and noticing "are you serious y/n?" bill snatches the other two bottles, throwing them out of his car side window. "what the hell bill?! i was gonna drink those!" she yelled, slurring every word "thats exactly why i threw them" he replied.

they finally reached his house, bill gets out to go help y/n inside. they get inside, bill taking her shoes off and hanging her jacket. he takes her to his couch and sits her down, sitting on the coffee table right in front of her. "we need to talk" he says, y/n not even replying. she just glared at him as he continued speaking. "im worried about you, you cant just go on these crazy benders because you feel like it y/n" he speaks, holding her hands in his to try and get her to listen. "im a grown ass woman bill, im fucking 27 years old. if i want a drink i can drink." she said bluntly, her tone was calm but she sounded like she wanted to yell at him. "this isnt just a drink y/n, this is unhealthy!" bill snapped, getting up from where he was sitting "you can and will die from this if you keep drinking for fucks sake!" he yelled, tears prickling his eyes. y/n scoffed at him, bill takes a breath attempting to calm himself "i care about you y/n, ive been the one to take care of you everytime you go on a bender. you are my best friend, youve been with me since middle school..." bill voice begins to crack "d-dont i mean something to you..?" he asked, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"you think youre special or something?" she replied, "w-what?" he asked, clearly confused by her question. "you think im gonna stop for you? just because you chose to stay doesnt mean that im just gonna quit for you." she spoke harshly, each word felt like a shatter in bills heart.

y/n gets up from the couch "y/n-" "what? you willingly chose to stay in my life bill, you have the right to leave. i didnt beg for anyone else to stay and i wont fucking beg for you either." bill grabs her wrist "please y/n, i just want you to be okay" y/n snatches his hand from her wrist "no fuck that" she said, walking over to grab her stuff "im outta here, see you around bill" she slams the door as she left, the sound of the door triggering bills tears. he flops on the couch, face in his hands as he cried. he cared so much about y/n, he knew the words she said she didnt mean; but oh god were they so painful to hear. he didnt want to see her asleep in an alleyway again. or worse, dead in a casket. bill just wanted y/n to be like the way she used to be; smiley, bubbly, kind, beautiful. she was still beautiful but now she was also mean and vile. what happened to the y/n bill once knew? will she ever come back or is she just...gone?

authors note!! omg two stories in one night? woah crazy! anyways, i enjoyed making this one and i hope you guys enjoy it too>.< love you guys<33

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #georg listing #bill kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz angst #georg listing angst #gustav schafer angst #tokio hotel angst #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel x reader #emo #y2k #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell

63 notes · View notes

s1nk1ngst4rg1irl · 9 months ago

Text

CHAPTER ONE: 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷?

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵ ˚₊₊˚ ‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

╰┈➤ 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷?

╰┈➤NOTES: If you couldnt tell (cuz my writing sucks) you are a first year and daichis a 3rd year!! :). also couldnt contain my kiyoko crush lol. Also this ones pretty short lol

╰┈➤WARNINGS: you get smacked and cursing

╰┈➤WORD COUNT: 1.1K

╰┈➤masterlist

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵ ˚₊₊˚ ‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵ ˚

“Kenma! Get your ass on the bus and tell Lev to hurry up and leave that poor cat alone!” Today was not shaping up to be a good day. You had woken up puffy faced and your hair refused to lie the way you wanted it too. Then, Yamamoto had decided today was the day he would try and actually hold a conversation with you, buying a coffee that he spilled all over the front of your shirt. So here you were, in suffocating heat wearing an old stinky back up jersey and screaming at the top of your lungs so that maybe, just maybe, you could make it to your destination on time.

“You know maybe if you weren't so snippy all the time you’d have moree friends, hey if you be a little nicer you might even meet someone at camp!” Kuroo chirped, leaning out of his open window from his comfy, cushioned seat in the air conditioned bus and looking down at you. Mustering up all the strength you had left you turned to face him and grabbed his collar, dragging him out of the bus face first. “Hey! Hey! I'm sorry ok?!! Put me dow- AH”

“You can manage herding the stragglers into the bus, cant you cap’n? Have fun and don't wake me up till we get there.”

︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵

“Um, Y/N? We're here.” You peeled your eyes open, it was sweltering, the colors around you blurred together into a deep purple. “Y/N? Practice is almost finished so the managers need you to help clean up and serve dinner.” Dinner? Managers? Practice? Oh. Camp. Yawning and stretching, you thanked Fukunaga for waking you up, trailing behind him to the kitchens, stopping in your tracks as you see the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen. She meets your eyes and smiles and you swear the world stops.

“Im kiyoko, nice to meet you! Ill show you the ropes.” You stand there, opening and closing your mouth like a beached fish, trying to find words that won't embarrass the crap out of you.

“Y/N! Im Y/N! Its super nice to meet you too!!” god you're yelling, and the rest of the managers and some of the players are turning towards you like you're a madwoman and oh dear you should’ve never agreed to this oh god.

“Y/N! Finally done sleeping huh, well quit slacking off and come help us clean up in the gym!” You turn around to see your delightful savior sent from above, annnnnd its Yaku. Whatever.

“Coming!, ill see you around!” you say, Kiyoko smiles, handing you a stack of towels before waving you goodbye.

The Gyms stinks of man sweat at icy hot, and you've barely taken two steps inside before you’re ambushed by yamamoto.

“See? We have a manager too!! Isn't she pretty!!” and all of a sudden your vision is blocked by a scary guy with a buzz cut and- a child?

“Hey,” you say, bending at the knee to get to eye level with him “Are you lost? This is a gym, not a playground, here call your mom on my phone, you know her number right?” You watch as he grows redder, from his ears to his gelled up hair, and then Yamamoto and his delinquent buddy are laughing hysterically, slamming eachothers backs with open palms .”Hey, this is serious, you know if you guys were walking on the street right now you'd look like kidnappers with those hair cuts right?” That makes them stop their tracks, buzzcut- you think Yamamoto had called him Tanaka?- turns to Yamamoto and says.

‘Wow, she is totally hot”

“I know, right? Isn't it just the best when she insults you?”

What the hell is wrong with these people, you sigh to yourself, muttering under your breath and getting to work on wiping down benches before you are absolutely bulldozed by a spike straight to the face. Before you hit the ground and everything fades to black you see the face of a beautiful angel, looking down at you with the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Like those choco donuts that inuoka always eats before practice. (He says they help him dig better, so far its not working very well.)

So this is how it ends, looking at a stunning man in a stinky gym. You were going to kill Kuroo.

︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵

“Hey! Step away from the light, away from the lighttttt.” You feel a light slap to the face, then a harder one. Blinking away the ache forming in the back of your eyes, you see a fuzzy outline of Kuroo, or rather 2 Kuroos, oh, or is that 4, and there's 4 Levs behind him and 4 Yakus and then there's the giant clump of red and black jacket wearing losers. So this is hell huh. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if you were a little nicer like Kuroo had said. Was this karma? But then the image of Kuroo is pushed away by an arm, a buff, tan arm, and replaced with the face of the angel.

“Hey, you ok? Sorry about that, my team’s a little rowdy.” And he tucks an arm behind his head and the muscles ripple and oh god. Karma isn't real, this was heaven, you reach an arm out to touch his face, his stunning face sculpted by some god. His face is cold...and... sweaty? Wait. Was this real? Were you fondling this random, real guy's cheek, in front of your whole team?? In front of half the campgoers?

You push his face away as hard as you can at this revelation, wiping your eyes with balled fists as you get up, swinging your arms around to stay balanced as everything spun around you.

“Shit! Sorry, I'm A okay, no problemo over here, just a quick question though, is this place built on a hill cuz everything's kinda slanted!” you blurted. You were making a total fool of yourself in front of your one true love, this was terrible. Glancing over to Kuroo for help, you saw his eyes flitting between you and the angel, a look of slight disgust creeping onto his face. God you wanted to punch that stupid face of his.

“It didn't really look like it-" The angel spoke. Was his voice always like this? It felt like angels were pouring honey into your ears. "Not to sound rude its just you were laying there for a long time, and you were kinda drooling.” Honey turns into lava and the angels are demons with spiky hair and volleyball jerseys laughing at you maniacally. When would the world just swallow you up already, his first impression of you must have been a drooling madwoman. This was terrible. Abort. Abort. Abort mission, new mission: get back to the dorms as soon as possible and then chew Kuroo out.

“Oh no! It's fine, everythings fine, um, I should get back to the dorms!”

“ Let me walk you back to your dorm to make sure you're ok.”

“That's fine, Kuroo owes me so he'll walk me back!" you squeak, ignoring the look that the middle blocker send your way.

“Oh.. well ok! But take my jacket, it must be cold.” God, chivalrous and hot? Who were this man's parents cause you'd like them to send a letter of thanks for putting him on earth.

“Thanks.” you say, taking the jacket from him. It was soft, and big, and it smelled like fabric softener. "I'm Y/N”

“Daichi.” and with that, you grab Kuroo and speed walk out of the gym.

︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵

“Are you kidding me, this is worse than when you wanted to bone squidward!”

"... Shut up."

︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵୨୧︵ ⊹ ︵⏜︵ ⊹ ︵

93 notes · View notes

divinesolas · 2 years ago

Text

Seatfiller (2/2)

Summary: You got the job as seat filler at the grammys and you just so happen to be sitting next to your favorite band, the dragons. Anything can happen.

Pairing: Modern!Singer!Aegon Targaryan x Fem!Reader

Warnings | smut, p in v, fingering, fluff, slight angst

w.c | 2.5k

a/n | so sorry for the delay with this one !!

part one

You look back down at the address on your phone and back up at the extravagant hotel in front of you. Were you really about to do this?

you take a deep breath and quickly move inside so youre no longer standing outside like a creep.

if you didn't think you would fit in when you walked in your were wrong, everyone looked relatively similar to you which lead you to take a sigh of relief.

now where is this bar?

you move around the hotel lobby and manage to find it faster than you thought. you sit at the bar and the bartender hands you a mini menu.

you order a drink of your choice and you look around after the bartender leaves. the reality of your situation begins to come in.

you were really about to meet the man of your dreams at some fancy bar. maybe you should leave, youre setting yourself up for failure.

You grab your phone, realizing you hadnt even responded to him, you debate for a good while what to say to him,

‘hi’

HI?? thats so dumb, maybe its not.

‘im at the bar’

is that all you should say? you type out and delete messages over and over until you see text bubble pop up and get scared

‘im so happy :)’

‘im on my way there now, i hope you arent waiting too long angel.’

NOW?? the event shouldn't be over for another 40 minutes- oh had that much time really passed?

Your drink was placed in front of you but you cant bring yourself to drink it.

What were you even doing? what were you even expecting from this?

You shake your head and take a sip. your face begins to burn as you think about seeing him.

—

aegon was more than eager to rush out of the event when the cameras shut off, rushing ahead of his bandmates into the van which would take them back to the hotel.

When aemond took his seat next to aegon he gave him a suspicious look, “what are you so eager for?”

aegon just gives him a smile as he pulls out his phone and is greeted by your messages, you were really going to be there.

He hasn't felt this happy in awhile. it was weird, but he couldnt seem to care. You were pretty, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

and you were kind to him, kinder than anybody else had been for awhile.

was it a crime for him to want to see you? all he wanted to do was chat… thats all…

aemond shook his head, “you're ridiculous. dont do anything stupid.”

Aegon looks at his brother shocked, he was expecting some long lecture and a scolding about how improper it would be or how stupid he was.

aemond gave his brother a knowing look before turning his head and staring out the window. its silent for a moment, “youve had a hard couple of weeks. do whatever you wish.”

“but you should not be seen it is unwise-”

“are you saying i should invite her back to my room-”

“ignore my words.”

Aegon smiles and pulls out his phone to send you some texts. He sits the whole car ride with a smile on his face, ignore the teasing from his sister and bandmates.

When they arrive at the hotel he tried his best not to sprint to the bar, not saying goodnight to the rest of his bandmates.

When the bar area grew into his line of sight he could see you.

He hadn't noticed your dress had a cut out where he could see it on full display, chat yeah thats definitely all he wanted to do with you chat… definitely not run his hand down your back, how would you react? would you make a sweet sound-

he takes a deep breath and makes his way over to you, you seem to be lost in thought, not noticing that he was there.

he places a hand on your shoulder and you jump slightly letting out a meek sound.

you face him with an alarmed face before letting out a sigh of relief. fuck you were so cute.

“im sorry angel.”

you hum, “its okay.”

he smiles, “you mind if i sit next to you?”

you nod and he takes the seat next to you, the bar stools are close together so your knees are pressed together, he likes sitting this close to you.

The bartender comes over and he orders his own drink and tells the bartender he’ll cover yoru drink as well,

“you dont need to-”

“i invited you doll just let me treat you.”

he loved the way you turned away from him, your face clearly flushed.

he places a hand on your chin and makes you face him again, “dont look away from me doll.”

You whimper slightly, its a small meek sound but he hears it and he almost lets out a groan of delight.

“are you trying to kill me angel?”

He lets go of your chin and gives you a charming smile.

his drink arrived and he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving you.

“so…” he pauses for a moment, “”you know,” He smiles so large his teeth begin to show, “you were the prettiest woman there.”

you shake your head, “im sure youve said that loads of times.”

he places a hand on his chest as if you had stabbed him, “you think too poorly of me doll, youre the only one.”

You turn away, a thoughtful look on your face.

“what? don't believe me?”

theres a moment of silence between you and aegon almost begins to beat himself up for ruining it before you speak,

“why did you invite me here?”

He tilts his head, “Why not?”

you clearly dont like that answer and his face drops slightly when you frown.

“im just curious….”

he pauses, why did he invite you?

you watch him from the corner of your eye as he seems to be having an internal battle before answering,

“you were nice to me.. nicer than i've experienced recently… i just wanted to chat with you a little longer. im sorry…”

you frown as he turns away, taking a sip out of his drink.

Youve heard of the recent news surrounding him it was hard not to. Youve seen the paparazzi shots of his looking sickly like he barely wanted to be alive and it made your heart clench.

“im sorry i-”

“its my fault really.” he laughs it off cutting you off.

you frown at his dismissal and the clearly fake smile on his face.

you place your hand on his thigh to grab his attention, his head whips towards you with a shocked look, “im sorry you havent been having a good time recently. if you chatting with me is what can make you happy then ill stay here as long as you need.”

The words flow out before you can stop them. hes quiet, just staring at you for awhile before he feels a genuine smile on his face and he places his hand on top of yours and squeezes it.

“you really must be an angel, knowing just what to say to cheer me up.”

You feel embarrassed, looking down at your lap.

“thank you…”

You realize your hand placement and your eyes wide. You try to snake your hand away but his grip is tight, keeping you there.

“trying to leave me so soon? what happened to as long as i need?”

you tsk, “were you even really upset? look at you now all happy.”

he laughs, a full hearty laugh that comes from his chest, his nose crinkles and he closes his eyes.

“well maybe you just make me happy.”

You two hold eye contact for awhile and your whole body grows hot. he really is so attractive, his hair styled perfectly, his eyes bright, his lips plump.

god you want to kiss him, you feel the warmth of his hand which is still covering yours, his hand feels coarse, clearly from his years of playing the guitar.

His eyes trail down to your lips, no way he was really thinking about-

“do you want to come to my room?”

“what?”

you hadnt meant to say it out loud. he smiles at your shocked face, “im sorry if im making you uncomfortable but im just giving you the choice, we can stay down here and just talk. though i would love nothing more than to go up with you.”

You sit and shock, barely even processing what was happening.

maybe you should say no and save yourself the embarrassment. he’s probably just lonely and wants someone to warm his bed for the night.

you have self respect than that, dont you?

well.. maybe you should just say yes, whats the harm? plus you did shave… and what are you supposed to do when your celebrity crush is basically asking you to go have have sex with him.

your body grows hotter as his fingers begin to play with your hand, running a finger up and down the back of your hand with a sickly sweet smile. your underwear is practically ruined.

“okay…”

His smile grows, his hand runs up your arm and rests on the side of your neck, “okay what?”

you whine, “ill come with you.”

Its all a blur, him standing up and leading with to the elevator. the grip he has on your hand is tight. youre glad it is because if it wasn't youre sure you would have fallen over due to yoru wobbly legs.

he lets out a sigh of relief when the elevator opens and when he closes he pushes you against it.

“i wanted to wait but youre making it so fucking hard for me baby.”

you two finally kiss, it feels like youre on fire.

He presses his hips against yours and you can feel him as he grinds into you.

you let out a moan which he swallows with his kisses.

“fuck.”

The elevator ride is slow, too slow for his liking. all he wants to do is take you and have you for himself. you truly are the prettiest girl he's ever seen, not the prettiest girl in the whole world. only the prettiest girl would make such sweet sounds.

“youre so fucking pretty baby.”

His hands almost get to lift up your dress before the elevator dings.

he pulls you off the door and into his chest. the doors open and he drags you down the hallway, thankful nobody had needed to use the elevator beca he doubts he would have been able to stop himself.

you watch as he fumbles around his pockets for his room card. you feel hot and heavy, standing in the middle of this empty quiet corridor with the only sounds being your heavy breaths and his mumbled curses.

Your mind can't catch up to reality as he finally finds his card and manages to open the door.

the two of your rush in and he wastes not time picking up where you left off.

his hands find the back of your dress, “can i take it off?”

You nodded and he wasted no time managing to get it off you of, did you hear it tear? oh it didn't matter especially not when he was looking at you like a meal waiting to be eaten.

you had worn a pretty lace black set. you had to expected this to happen but a girl can dream and you're surely glad you did.

“fuck who are you getting all dressed up for doll?”

“you.”

“good.”

he’s hands easily and seemlessly find your clit over your underwear and rub it. the moan you let out is loud. how long has it been since someones touched you like this? too long probably. if you even begin to think about being embarrassed about how loud you are his reaction immediately shuts down any thoughts.

“fuck i love the sounds you make.”

his hands pull down your underwear and he immediately slides two fingers in. “god youre so fucking wet. all this for me?”

you nod and he kisses you again. His lips trail down your jaw and neck where decides to leave a couple hickeys as his fingers move more aggressively.

Hes very eager for you and he has no shame it in. if anything he wants you to know he wants you so bad.

you feel yourself grow close, he can easily tell by the way you clench around him but before you can cum he pulls away.

you whine and go to protest but he swiftly picks you up and leads you over to the bed.

“sorry angel, im feeling a little selfish. i wanna feel you cum around me.”

he lays you down on the bed and swiftly begins to remove his clothes.

you reach behind you and unclip your bra, his eyes stay on your chest as he curses and fumbles trying to rush with his clothes.

your hands drift to your clit as he rips a condom package with his teeth and slides it onto his rock hard dick with a hiss.

“trying to take my job angel?”

he climbs on top of you, “are you sure you want this?”

you nod and he reads your body language before readjusting himself.

when his tip pushes in you let out a loud whine and he buries his head into your neck as he continues to push into you.

once hes fully inside the only sound in the room are your heavy pants and the light lip smacking of him leaving light kisses along your neck.

youre thankfuk hes given you the time to adjust but you just want him to move. “move..”

he lets out a hoarse laugh which leads to you clenching around him and he groans.

“anything for angel.”

he begins to thrust, over and over again. your mind grows cloudy and you can barely open your eyes. the pleasure is incomprehensible.

He tries to stay quiet, the sounds youre letting out are too precious to be misses. he thinks hes never heard a melody so sweet he wants to record you and put it into his next song.

one of his hands finds your clit and he watches are you face contorted in pleasure.

“fuck youre so pretty.”

you dont respond, too lost in pleasure and he smiles, glad hes the one making you feel this way.

his thrusts grow more and more aggressive, “are you close angel?”

you nod feverishly and he groans.

“cum for me angel, please.”

you do and he follows quickly after.

You lay on the bed panting with him next to you in the same sort of state.

it's quiet, not an uncomfortable silent. more of a content one.

its like that for awhile before he speaks.

“i know this is the wrong order of things, but do you want to go on a date with me?”

you laugh, “yeah.. yeah i will.”

189 notes · View notes

cupoftaae · 2 years ago

Note

Can you please do prompts 5 and 12 for Yoongi? Thank you in advance!

Hi lovie! sorry for getting to this a tad bit late! I hope you enjoy -nini

-"well..yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything"

-"i'll wait for you"

x YOONGI

warnings- swearing, cheating, angst, breakup :(

You and yoongi sat in the small booth of your favorite cafe, it was right in the corner and provided the right amount of privacy and great window viewing.

You both had your first date here in this booth when you had met in college, you were both freshman- he saw you and knew he had to have you in any way he could.

So- like any reasonable man, he offered to take you to get coffee and a bagel, and because yoongi is yoongi, you couldnt say no.

A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend in that booth, and not too long after that, you both kissed for the first time in that booth.

The torn seating, the uneven table, it wasnt much but to a young couple it symbolized a growing relationship. You had cried, laughed, had small arguments, ate, flirted, you name it- it was all here, in this seat with him.

Today, though, 5 years later, the coffee and bagel meeting was under different circumstances.

It all started with a "I think we need to talk"

You had never expected to hear what you heard come out of yoongis mouth.

"I hooked up with Jen"

You remained still, slowly putting your coffee down as you looked back, your eyes trying to decipher whether he was joking around or not- but the way his gaze stuck to his lap told you everything you needed to know.

He began to speak again, "Im sorr-"

"when was this?" your voice was calm, and steady

He looked up at you, "last weekend"

You nodded, "so...when you went over to jungkook and tae's apartment?"

He slowly nodded

"you told me you guys had work to do"

"we were- we had been working but then jungkooks girlfriend came over and brought jen because they are friends....we all drank....it was a mess....I was leaving, drunk, and jen was there and it just...happened"

His words were choppy as he anxiously picked at his bagel, a slight panic in his eyes once he gained courage to look up at you

Instead of finding anger, he was met with a neutral expression, as if he hadnt done anything at all. To be honest, this scared him more.

You slowly took a breath. You were expecting this, deep down hoping it would never happen, but the men in your life had a way of proving you wrong and failing you at any chance they got- so were you hurt? a bit, but shocked? fuck no.

You nod, feeling your heart twist in pain as you allowed yourself to think for a moment. You simply look up at him and offer a small smile before grabbing your coat and turning to stand up.

"w-wait!" he stood up as well "where are you going?"

You looked up to him, small smile still evident, "well, yoongi, I dont see why i need to be sitting here. Why drag this out?"

His eyes widened "so-...youre breaking up with me?" he whispers, fearful, as his hand still is holding your arm, knowing if he lets go- you leave.

You shrug, trying your best to keep your emotions in. "what else am i supposed to do?"

He rapidly shook his head "well...yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything!"

His voice was panicked

"yoongi..." you softly began, "you brought me out for lunch today....to our spot, to tell me you cheated-"

"it was an accident!"

"that you told me a week after it happened. if you cared I would have been made aware of it right away, or....you know...not have had it happen at all."

He breathes heavily, looking around at the semi empty cafe before eyes turning to you again

"it wasnt anything, it didnt mean anything, baby please-"

"people who love eachother dont hook up with other people, even when they are drunk, yoongi. You are telling me this to clear your guilty conscious, not because you are sorry"

"no baby..please..please no ... no" he tears up and grasps your coat, but you only yank away.

"goodbye yoongi"

"Y/N stop, please"

You look at him for a moment as he tries to collect himself,

"its...its ok...be angry, ill wait for you" he sighs

You shake your head, confused. "yoongi...this isnt about waiting. I am not gonna be cheated on, this hurts me....a lot. And I need to be......away from you."

His heart sunk to his stomach as he watched you turn to leave, regretting not running after you. Was it over just like this?

A small little booth, once filled with a budding romance is now just a signifier of what only crashed and burned...hard.

#bts #bts fanfic #yoongi drabble #yoongi #min yoogni #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #bts fic #taehyung fluff #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook #jimin #jhope #jin #namjoon #open requests #requests open

169 notes · View notes

fishyxx · 6 months ago

Text

RAINY DAY

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader (with a siren quirk)

summary: you have a quirk that makes you transform into a siren when water touches you, one day starts raining, and, oh oh, you left your umbrella at home !

note: english is not my first language, hope you enjoy !

:♡.•♬✧⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾*+:•*∴

y/n shook her head tiredly while she staresd at the raindrops that felt through the windows, she grabbed her backpack and sat there, in her seat, while all her classmates went to their house. it was raining, and if she touched a single raindrop, she would transform into a siren, and potentially die.

she hid her head between her arms hoping that the rain would stop soon, or she would have to sleep there, in her desk, uncomfortably, alone, cold. y/n sighed desperately, suddenly, someone approached her.

and her hearth raced, izuku midoroya was infornt of her, with his hair and his jacket wet, and a big blush highlighting his freckles.

-hey, y/n, umm, i saw you when i was going home and i remembered about your quirk, um, do you want me to accompany you?

-yeah, sure, but do you have an umbrella?

izuku looked worried, and after a while he sounded serious

-we will find one

after a while

-hi mr.aizawa do you have an umbrella you can give us? no? appreciate it

-hi kachan do you have an- to go fuck myself? so kind of you!

-hi present mic, do you have an umbrella? no? ok, try to not leave me deaf the next time please

you reunited after a while in your class, no one had an umbrella and everyone had left the building by now.

-ok, so there is only one thing we can do now - izuku said, decided

y/n had izuku's jacket over her head, her clothes were tied with a rope so not a singoe drop of rain could touch her body, izuku grabbed her gloved hand

-you ready y/n?

-are you 'zuku?

they both ran like their lifes depended on that, and, actually the life of one of them depended on that.

after a while, outside izuku's house

-hey y/n, do you want to stay in my house until the rain stops?

-yes, i think that is the smartest option - she replied tiredly

izuku entered the house

-hey mom ! i brought y/n home, is that okay?

-of course 'zuku, honey ! how are you, y/n sweety?

y/n started taking off the rope when a drop of rain touched the side of her neck

-shit - she said, her skin started turning into scales, her nails into claws, in seconds, she had turned into a full siren, a siren that couldnt breathe.

izuku acted fast, he ran and took her in his arms to the bathtub, when the water started to wrap her, she started to breathe again, difficultly, but she could breathe.

izuki turned off the water

-i almost didnt make it

-i'm sorry y/n i should have let you wait until the rain stopped, or i should have waited with you

-'zuku i'm okay, dont worry

-of course i worry! you almost died

-but i didn't, right? - she smiled casually

izuku smiled with her

:♡.•♬✧⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾*+:•*∴

#izuku fluff #izuku midoriya #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n

22 notes · View notes

hyunochillic · 2 years ago

Text

Even tho there were alot of comments of the last post it was all yes sooo WHY TF NOT LETS GET THE HORNY STARTINNN IM SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THEN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO I AM STILL IN EXPERIANCED WRITING SMUT-

Oh how u and micah loved teasing each other u liked seeing how he gets flustered at one simple compliment and flirty phrases while he enjoyed how it fills his ego whenever you blush,smirk what have u but this time? Ooh you really wanted to test his limits. That was probably a mistake on your part but i wont blame you it was easy too easy. While u and him were ouy you did the most old trick in the book you put your foot infront of his crotch and oh was that a surprise to micah! He was looking at you then to your foot then back at you his face was red you couldnt help but chuckle at his face expression you casually ordered your food and micah was basically sweating a waterfall asking for a simple meal and some water when the waiter left micah turned to you a blushing mess worried "angel- what if someone sees???" He asked you panicked but you knew this turned him on extremely i mean whats this hard on your feeling? "Dont overreact micah people are watching~" You teased him rubbing your foot against his crotch he is basically a mess when you both got what you ordered after a good while of you teasing the hell out of micah he grabbed your hand after you were finished eating he left the money on the table and walked the both of you to the car now the show really starts.

"wow micah did i really work you up that much?" You teased him again he shoved you into the back seat and getting in himself you were a little worried of being caught since the car was parked near the restaurant but you guys had tinted windows so you'll be fine "you did angel. You really did!" He replied pinning you down taking off your shirt putting his knee in between your legs rubbing against your crotch "agh...fuck well this is what i- FUCK!!" You screamed a little too loud micah bit your neck that would sure leave a mark.. you held on to micah you werent ready for this "what was that angel? You sure did talk a big game while at the restaurant!" Micah got your shirt off fully and started playing with your chest "oh fu- fuck you micah you tease..!" You hated the fact your the only one who is gonna get undressed you were trying to pull off micahs shirt but he used his free hand and pinned both of your hands above you. "Keep your hands to yourself angel~"

YEA IMMA LEAVE IT AT THAT DW DW ILL MAKE A PART TOO ITS CAUSE THIS POST TOOK TOO LONG TO FUCKIN TAKE-

#error143 #micah yujin #micah yujin x reader #micah yujin supermarcy #micah yujin x male reader

159 notes · View notes

whole-circus · 1 year ago

Text

Fluff || Night ride with Jeff x gn.reader!

➥ Just you and Jeff on midnight trip, being silly and in love! It was better in my head - just as everything else :pp Dont eat me for some mistakes, english is not my first language! >:3

.•┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈•.

☆ You and Jeff giggling and shushing eachother, as you go out of the home to your car. Its literally the middle of the night, but you both dont care. What matter right now is having fun.

With that thought Jeff seats behind the wheel, you right next to him on passagner seat. As you both laugh at silly things and tease eachother, he starts driving. Nice music with equally nice company, what else do you need? With your pretty boyfriend just next to you, his soft hand ony our thigh and warm breeze that comes through open windows? You couldnt ask for more, gosh - this moment is so incredibly joyfull..it haves something in it, that makes your heart warm from all this love you feel! He drives to gas station, just so you could got some snacks. After some walking around the market, you leave it with two slurpies. In the same good and playful mood, you seat in the car next to your lover and enjoy your sweet drink. With small hugs and kisses, interwoven with your giggles, you feel like its time to go. Your tongues now being in the mixed colours of your slurpies!<3

Finally, you arrive at nice spot without people, the sky being full with stars. With this pretty sight you decide to seat on the top of the car. As you do so, you are holding hands and laying down on the cold roof.

Looking at the stars and moon, you whisper in awe „The view..it looks so beautiful, Jeff..”. Almost immediately you hear Jeff's voice :„It is..so pretty..the best view I could have ever dreamed of..” His eyes are on you, the whole time. Why look at the sky, if you are more beautiful than moon and stars? More beautiful than anything in this world..? Jeff would never said that out loud, his pride wouldn't let him, but his lovesick gaze says it all.

.•┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈•.

118 notes · View notes

yoongiaahh · 2 years ago

Text

His Trap - Me or Him

title: his trap

series: me or him

pairing: yoongi x reader(f), namjoon x reader(f)

genre: love triangle ; rating m (18+)

summary: navigating senior year with your best friend someone catches your eye, of course it's the schools deemed “bad boy”. You can’t stand being around him but it just so happens he needs help passing this year as he was held back the year before. You decide to give him a hand but what you didn't know is how utterly infatuated you had become with him.

note: this chapter has my toes curling. I figured we could turn the heat up a bit since it is bad boy yoongi of course. Thank you for all the love on the last chapter. I really appreciate it! My writing is still icky which bugs me but i can't get anywhere without practice so bear with me lmaoo. I had a plan all written up and this chapter just wrecked it but once i started i COULDNT STOP 😂 If you wanna keep track of the series and any updates they will all be under the hashtag meorhim. Much love as always and enjoyyyy

warnings: explicit Language, Teasing, Size kink 👀, Fingering, Clit Stimulation, Bad boy Yoongi should be warning in itself, Talk of Namjoons dimples🥹, Cleaning y/n with his mouth AAA, praise kink, make out sesh heheheh, BLOND Yoongi are you kiddingg

estimated total wc: 8.2k

Digging through your bag to get out your materials for your next class you realize you can't find your notebook.

The notebook that has your entire life planned out in it. Raising your hand you ask to use the restroom. The teacher tells you to make it quick as he's about to go over your day. The door creaking open as you make your way out of the class. You begin by retracing your steps first checking your locker… nothing. Walking down the hallway a little further you peer into your study hall classroom making sure it's okay to walk in. Luckily the room is empty, this must be the teachers off hour.

The room is so peaceful with no one in it. It’s actually quite cute, the boho type decorations lining the wall. Plants along the window sill you can feel that your teacher has a hippy vibe to her just from the way the room is laid out. Focusing back onto what you came in here for you begin your investigation.

Checking your desk… nothing. Checking the ground… nothing. What the fuck, you think to yourself as you’re frantically searching the room front to back. Nothing.

It’s been a good ten minutes before it dawns, you’ve spent too much time out of class and need to head back.

Slipping back into your seat you retrace your steps again in your head. You can't think back to where you must've left it so you conclude your teacher must have picked it up and you'll check in with her tomorrow.

The next class is your favorite, science. If only you had your notebook to jot down when your labs are. Instead you take a picture with your phone to later transfer the material into it.

Once again you got the seat to yourself. No one really bothers to sit next to you, probably knowing what a loner you are as you’ve never really cared to speak to anyone. Going into highschool you tried your best to make small talk and had a classmate you were fond of but that didn't last long being you really didn't care for the things she was interested in. She later found people in class she much preferred talking to and that's when you made the decision to keep to yourself. Honestly it made highschool a breeze for you. No break ups, no falling outs, just a place to learn and another excuse to see Joon.

The clock shows there are five minutes until class is over so you send a text to Joon making sure you are still meeting at the car. He quickly replies with a thumbs up emoji and you start to pack your things up. You're relieved when the teacher lets the class leave a bit early. The first day is over and you're actually alright, besides losing your notebook at least.

Joon is waiting in front of the car when you arrive, his face plastered with that beautiful smile you’ll never get sick of seeing. You let him know about what you lost and he gives a quick glance -probably knowing how important it is to you- before hopping in the car.

“If it’ll make you feel better you can run back and check if she’s in there now, I can wait here at the car.” Shouting out the window as he finishes with another of his flashy grins.

“I promise I'll be quick, thanks Joonie.” breathlessly you run back to the classroom to check one more time.

Halls are filled with students catching up with one another after the not so long summer that just ended. The room is just up the stairs and as you jog your way up them you crash into someone. Immediately you start apologizing, going for your phone that went skyrocketing out of your hoodie pocket. You look up and your heart drops. The butterflies in your stomach coming out to play.

“Not only did I not get your name but now you’re throwing yourself at me.” He's leaning on the rail looking down at you with those damn eyebrows raised. As if your heart wasn't already beating out of your chest just from the sight of him.

“I don't know who you think you are but I, of all people, am definitely not throwing myself at you. I’m headed back to study hall to check for my-“ Before you can finish what you were saying he interrupts.

“Looking for what… this?” Holding your notebook in his hand with that same smirk he so dared to give you earlier.

“How?” you clear your throat. “Why do you have my notebook?” Confused as to how he got his hands on it and more so scared he went through it. You jump to grab it as he raises his hand to bring it just out of your reach.

“No ma’am, I need a name first.” Taking a step down to close the gap in between the two of you.

Baffled and speechless staring at this boy, this blonde haired, dark eyed boy whom you haven't held a conversation with yet you feel as though you had known each other for years just with the confidence he holds talking to you.

“Why do you care? Just give me what's mine please.” cheeks beginning to flush again but not in the way they did earlier, this time it's rage boiling up and you're about to let it steep over if he doesn't abide.

“I like to keep tabs on the pretty girls here and you just so happen to be one that I share a desk with, so that’s why I care. Do I need to ask again or do I need to go through this thing to find it out.” Opening up the cover of the notebook.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You shout like there is no tomorrow. The last thing you need is for him to see what a control freak you are by going through your meticulously organized life plan.

“Cute.” Throwing the book your way. “ Well I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow Y/n, and don't look so desperate to see me alright.” Winking he smugly turns away and makes his way down the stairs.

Who is this boy and why does he have your heart pounding at an unhealthy rate.

Joon is patiently waiting, scrolling on his phone as you open and slam the car door shut. Not even letting him mutter out a word you start shouting out about what just happened.

“Yoongi, who the fuck is Yoongi?!” Screaming at this point. Not caring if anyone is around to listen to you, you're so flustered the only thing you can hear is your pulse pumping through your body at an ungodly pace. “I don't know who or what this man thinks he is but I am not here for it.”

“Ahh Yoongi? The blonde?” Joon clearly knows who it is. His eyes wide at just hearing his name spout out your mouth.

“Yes, the blonde.” you repeat back mocking his voice.

Joon sighs. “I can't believe he’s still even enrolled here, I would've thought he dropped out by now. He got held back last year and even went through summer school to try and make up what he needed. But clearly that didn't go over too well.” Not at all pleased with what you told him about the situation he leans back in his seat. “I suggest staying clear of him Y/n, He's got a bad past with women and if your first interaction was this bad I can only imagine what it could be if you don't just ignore him.”

“Well that’ll be hard as I’m assigned to the seat next to him Joon.” For some reason there's a lump in your throat when he gets so defensive, almost as if the interaction brought you some comfort knowing this is your first time experiencing high school drama.

You quickly put that thought out of your mind. You have never cared for the highschool antics, so why would you now.

Driving home Joon is explaining all the ways you could get out assigned seating or possibly even switch your study hall period.

“I think i’ll be okay Joonie, If you forgot I’m a pro at the silence treatment. I’m sure he’ll get bored quickly and move on from whatever the hell he's doing.” Thinking over it you wonder what his motives are. Is this his definition of flirting, because if so he’s got the wrong idea. or better yet the women that have fallen for this trap are just stupid as hell. This must just be a game he plays to see who's dumb or desperate enough to follow along, but that is not you. You're not the average girl who drools over boys like him.

The car ride comes to an end when you're pulling up your driveway. You invite Joon to come in and hangout for a little before your brat of a brother gets home, which he gladly agrees to.

First day of senior year was not what you had it out to be but you're actually feeling better about the rest of the year.

Your brother is pulling into the driveway. Which means Joon would be leaving relatively soon since the two of them have never gotten along. For how much you despise your brother he has always been very protective of you, and has always had it out that Joon likes you. A thought of his that you have brushed off everytime. You and Joon are nothing more than friends and that's the way it has always been. Tae just doesn't see men and women keeping a friendship platonic. For him it makes sense, he hasn't had a relationship like you and Joon so he wouldn't understand.

Tae comes through the door and immediately gives Joon a look. “Will you ever get a girlfriend or are you just gonna chase her forever?” Moving into the kitchen he barks at Joon.

“I-It isn't like that and you know it, not my fault you can't look at women as anything but a sex object.” Looking down at his lap he is clearly bothered by his comment. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment.

Of all the years Tae has teased him spouting the nonsense that Joon likes you, He has never once reacted like this. He usually just rolls his eyes and moves on but today he is actually letting it get to him.

“Enough, you two have known eachother for far too long to still be acting like this. It's annoying, are you ever just going to get along?” Fed up with the bickering and not being able to have Joon around your brother. “I’m seriously sick of not being able to have my best friend at my own house because you don't know when to shut up Tae.”

“I’ll stop when he admits his feelings, have you never wondered why he’s stuck around for so long?” Pulling his hair back out of his eyes as they bounce back and forth between you two sitting on the couch.

Joon is uncomfortably shifting in his seat, not knowing how to respond back. He almost looks flustered by his words.

“Ever thought that maybe we just enjoy eachothers company, we're strictly friends and that's how things will stay. So you can give up this stupid teasing.” Looking over at Joon he is almost knocked back with what you said.

Sitting up from the couch quickly his eyes not once meeting yours as he grabs his things. “Exactly, if it weren't for me your sister would truly be a loner.” He laughs as he pats your shoulder letting you know he’s heading home.

Making the way to your bedroom you wonder why he acted as he did. Tae has never let up with the taunting yet today he seemed so taken aback by it. Not just that but by how you responded. You couldn't ever see Joon thinking as you but anything as a friend. Too many things have happened between you that it just couldn't be possible. Plus if that was the case why wouldn't he have said something years ago.

Getting undressed to find something comfy to put on you hear buzzing coming from your bed. Probably your bother calling to let you know he is leaving since he’s never home for too long. Grabbing your phone you are surprised to see that it’s an unknown caller. Who would be calling you? You rarely get phone calls unless it's your family or Joon.

Thinking maybe It's a job you applied for, you decide to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“So the school's recluse actually answers her phone, good to know.”

A pit in your stomach begins to form as you’ve heard this voice before and it's not a voice you were at all expecting to hear.

How did he get your number? Panicking and pacing your room you frantically think of something to say. “Did you break into the school records to get my phone number or something?” Your palms are sweating causing you to grip tighter to your phone so it doesn't slip out.

A low rumble of laughter coming through the speaker. “I know I seem like the type but I can't afford doing something so daunting having my track record already ruined there.” His voice is deep, sounding like he just woke up from a nap. “You actually have it plastered all over that little diary of yours.”

You can hardly get out the next words knowing he went through the one thing that's ever so personal and secret for you. “And you thought to keep it, why?” Your knees buckling you decide to sit down on your bed to keep you from falling over.

“I already told you silly, gotta keep them tabs.” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Well delete it and don't call again. Actually I’ll just block your contact.” Pulling your phone down to hang up you heard him telling you to wait. Reluctantly your body moves to hear what he has to say.

“I actually did have something to ask. After opening up your notebook I saw you had your number in there so I put it in my phone to let you know you had dropped it after your little runaway scene.” He pauses. “I was going to delete it but I thought I could ask if you would be interested in helping me out.”

“If this is your way of making a booty call I’m good. Next time don't try to be the good guy and just leave other people's shit alone.”

“Woah there feisty, as much as I would rather be making a booty call it's not about that. You seem smart and as you probably already know I’m horrible when it comes to school. I could use the help and what better than a pretty girl to help me out.” His cockyness quickly fading and turning into insecurity.

“Well sorry you've called the wrong person. Go ask the girls that are drooling over you to help. I am positive they would be more than glad to get any time with you.”

The pit in your stomach sinking deeper down. You don't know what it is about him that makes you so nervous. Yeah he is astonishingly hot but so is Joon and you have never had an issue like this. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself or the fact that he makes you question yourself. But whatever it is needs to stop. It's the last year and you need to focus, not worry about these feelings that are throwing your heart for a loop.

“Give it some thought, I’m sure I can change your mind. See you tomorrow.” And just like that he hangs up.

This boy is gonna be the death of you.

———

The next morning is a breath of fresh air knowing the first day nerves are over and dealt with.

Getting ready for the day you decide to put a little more effort in than usual, curling your hair and putting it up into a cute high pony. Covering your small but plump lips with your favorite lip color that you keep for special occasions. You tell yourself it's to make you feel more confident but the little devil on your shoulder brings up the fact that you will once again see that annoyingly handsome boy today.

Tae must have spent the night with his friends, you don't hear him rummaging in the bathroom to get ready. You're glad though because you know he would have some comment about the way you put yourself together today.

Joon gets here earlier than usual. Packing up your things you race down the pavement to get in his passenger seat. Once you’re seated you turn to give him a smile but he is already meeting you with those big dimples. His cheeks red with giddiness you ask him why he is looking at you that way. Not that you don’t like it, it gives you more confidence knowing you look damn good.

“The last time you were this put together was our freshman homecoming when you forced me to go with you so you wouldnt look like a loser.” His eyes are glowing as he brushes his hand through your freshly curled ponytail.

“Knock it off Joonie.” You're now blushing at the compliment and a little embarrassed at him bringing up that not so fond memory.

If anyone can make you feel good about yourself it's him. Even being strictly friends, his approval of the way you look gives you the best feeling inside. Who wouldn't want that kind of reassurance from someone as good looking as him I mean come on.

“You got a hot date or were you just trying to fish compliments out of me?” He’s squishing your cheeks together with the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re a goof, I just wanted to give a little more effort this year.” Muffling out the words as his hands are still pinching around your face.

“Well you look great and that's coming from a catch like me so be proud.” Winking at you he puts his hands back on the steering wheel and asks if you want to catch a bite to eat before heading to school.

You let him know you didn't eat before leaving and offer up a place to go. He agrees and pulls out the driveway to head to the cafe.

The cafe is full of people from your school, probably because it's one of the closest places to eat from the building. Joon recognizes some people from one of his classes and pulls away from your side to go say hello. Taking the time apart you go up to order both of you a coffee and something small to munch on. Looking over at him you can't help but to smile at him laughing with the group. It doesn't surprise you that he has already found friends from spending just one day at school. You can’t lie, it does make you a little jealous. If only you could muster up the courage to talk to people in your classes. You are nowhere as easy to talk to as him though. Joons personality just attracts people, so outgoing and can stir up conversation with just about anyone.

Waving goodbye he walks back over to you just as your order is ready. You grab your food and wrap your arm around Joons waist as you leave the cafe. He gives you a quick smile while bringing you in closer with an arm over your shoulder. Taking a sip of his coffee before parting with you to get back in the car.

Classes couldn't have gone any slower for you this morning. As lunch time approaches you’ve become pretty tired. Glad that you finally got your schedule transfered into your precious notebook. You put it in your locker making a mental note that it's in there.

Lunch was great, not only did the cafeteria have your favorite food but you and Joon were laughing your asses off over your favorite youtuber the entire time. He lets you know he has his club introductions so he wouldn't be able to give you a ride home. You’re a little bummed about it but the bus ride back to your place isn't too bad so you figure you’ll be alright. As lunch comes to an end the thought of having to see Yoongi next period has you flustered. You really hope he forgets about this whole tutoring scheme he has set out for you.

As you and Joon are walking out of the lunchroom a girl comes walking up to him.

“Hey Namjoon, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie later. Me and a few other people are going so I figured I would extend the invitation since we all share a class together.” Batting her eyelashes It’s clear her intentions are much more than just extending an invitation.

“Oh thanks but I've got other plans maybe next time though.” Not even looking at her he responds and nudges you to keep walking.

Joon doesn't notice but she very clearly rolls her eyes at you as she lets out a scoff. She probably has it out that you and him are something more than friends. Which isnt the case but you’re not surprised since you two are hardly apart and tend to walk like a couple. It's no different from the way you would walk with a girl so you have never really bothered to notice. From an outside perspective it probably seems a little different.

“You should go Joonie, when was the last time you went out on a date with a girl hmm.” Bumping his hip with yours you look up at him.

He doesn't look enthralled at all by the idea. “Who needs dates when they have the best friend of their dreams to spend time with.” He throws his arm around your shoulders and gives your head a soft pat.

The last date he had didn't go well so that could very much be the reason he just turned it down, but this isn't the first time since he has been asked out and refused. He probably just wants to focus on school and not have the worry of going through what happened last time.

Right as you are about to part ways and head to your next period a familiar face catches your eye. It’s Yoongi leaning against the lockers talking to some girl about who knows what. You immediately start talking to Joon about anything you can think of to keep yourself from staring at him. Joon is quick to respond and as he is you can’t help but get one more glimpse at Yoongi as he looks ridiculously good today, wearing black jeans with a white tee and denim jacket. As you’re looking Yoongi meets your gaze and follows it up by throwing a wink your way. Instantly the heat in your cheeks begin to rise. Throwing your head down you start to speed up your pace. Grabbing Joons hand to keep him up to your speed he practically trips over his feet before catching up with you.

“Slow your roll before I end up eating the ground god damn.” Looking at you with concern he drags you back to slow down your strides. “What was that about? You can’t be that excited to get to class.”

“I-uh I just wanted to get in there before it’s jam packed is all.” Giving him a reassuring smile you let him know to tell you about how his club meeting goes since this will be the last time you see him today.

He nods his head and asks you to text him when you get home to make sure your bus ride goes okay. After Waving goodbye you head into the room to take your seat and prepare your things to get started on your assignments you got from previous classes.

You made it into class early today so there are only a few other people in the room. The teacher says her hellos and makes her way to the door to greet other students as they come in. You actually really enjoy her over your other teachers, she's very easy going and just has something about her that makes you feel very comforted. She teaches English in addition to this study hall period and you wish you could've had her for English since you don't really like your english teacher who couldn't be more boring.

The bell rings and the rest of the class comes piling through the door. You have already started working on your math assignment you got earlier. Airpods in your ears to help you concentrate you feel your desk rumble as someone pulls the chair out from underneath it to sit down. Not looking, you already know who it is and you don't want to acknowledge his presence after your brief interaction in the hallway. To your surprise you see him throw his things under his chair and start scrolling through his phone not even bothering to make any smart remarks today.

Thank god.

You don’t think you could focus on your work if he had said something. Just his presence makes your mind and heart race. You hate it.

Writing the next answer down on the page you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. When you pull it out to check what it was you drop your pencil in shock and it rolls down your desk landing under the chair that Yoongi is seated in.

Fuck.

Your head is already spinning by the notification you got and now you are going to have to force yourself to acknowledge your deskmate. Before you move to grab the pencil you remember you have a spare in your bag so you decide on that instead.

Your phone buzzes again but this time you already know what it is so the shock isn't as bad. Opening your phone you go to respond.

DeskMate

12:45

So about my offer…

12:47

Didnt mean to spook

you sorry

Stop texting me

Putting your phone back in your pocket Yoongi leans over to hand you the pencil you had dropped. You grab it quickly and get back to your work while you still have the effort to do so.

“You could at least say thank you.” Whispering he leans in to close to your liking. “Just trying to be friendly.” Talking right into your ear so you can hear him over the music you're playing from your airpods.

You take out one from your ear. “Thanks.” Trying your best to not turn and look at him.

“I’m free after school, I could use the help so if you have it in your heart to help out a poor guy like me I’ll be in the parking lot.” Still whispering in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

Knees bouncing up and down you think about how to reply. Him being so close does not help with the ache in your lower stomach. You know he can see how nervous you are but still continues to keep his stance.

“I’ll think about it, can I get back to my work now?” You make the choice to turn your head and look into his eyes showing that you're serious.

He nods and with another wink he leans back into his seat going right back to looking at his phone.

You zone out everything around you and try your best to finish your work.

The bell rings and you’re dazed as to how the time passed by so fast.

Yoongi is the first to head out. Not surprised since he didn't open his bag once to work, instead he sat on his phone the entirety of the class.

Thinking over what Yoongi said the rest of the day you debate on whether or not to help him out. It's something you need to decide on quickly since you only have thirty minutes left until school is out.

At your locker you still haven't made a choice. Taking out the textbooks you don't need you put them in your locker replacing them with your notebook. You check your phone to see if there are any texts from Yoongi, which thankfully there aren't any. You did however see that Joon sent a message telling you to be safe on your trip home. Responding back with a thumbs up and heart emoji you close your locker and walk away.

After what Joon had told you about Yoongi's past you fret him being upset that you’re even contemplating helping him out. Although knowing Joon he would get over it quickly.

Your body is now in control as you make your way out to the parking lot. Legs working faster than your brain can keep up at this point. You see Yoongi talking with a group of girls -not surprised- next to a car you assume is his. Walking up behind the girls you gesture for him to speak with you.

One of the girls who had just asked Joon out to the movies, she must have moved on quickly because she is now asking Yoongi the same question. You can't help but let out a snicker. As she whips her head around to see who was behind her Yoongi tells them he’s got plans.

“Well aren't you quite popular today, I thought you had plans with your little boyfriend. Funny seeing you ditched them for him.” Flipping her hair behind her shoulder she walks off with her possy of other stuck up bitches.

You watch as they walk off still with a smile plastered across your face. Yoongi now standing just a foot away from you the grin you just had quickly fades and you start to regret the decision to come here.

“So the guy in the hallway is your boyfriend?” He pauses as the corners of his mouth turn up into a devilish smirk. “Didn't take you as the type to make plans with another guy better yet ditch the plans I assume you already had. You're more interesting than I thought.”

Words are not coming by easily for you at the moment. “I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't even agreed to your little plans yet anyways.” Proud of the way you are keeping your composure you decide to go on. “So what's in this for me, because right now it just seems like a waste of my time.”

Yoongi is surprised to see how you respond with such confidence as the rest of the time you have looked like you just saw a ghost.

Taking a step in closer “Don’t worry I won't waste your time.”

The thoughts racing in your head at the moment would give a priest a heart attack. Your composure doesn't last as long as you had hoped. Heat flowing from your cheeks to the warm spot between your legs you fall backwards catching yourself on the car behind you.

“I-I I-uh don't know what youre talking about.”

“You will soon… sweetheart.”

How does he know exactly what to say to get your heart going?

“So are you helping then?” His arms are placed behind him propping himself up on the car. His eyebrows cocked up as he asks.

“Only because I have a sliver of kindness in my heart.” dusting your hands off from the dirty car you had fallen on he opens the passenger door and gestures for you to get in.

“Is a cafe okay to get started at?” Comfortable in his seat he starts the car and begins to pull out of the parking lot.

You definitely do not want to get caught with him in public, especially since you are keeping this from Joon. Starting to panic you realize you have never kept anything from him. How are you supposed to go through with this knowing that? You start fidgeting with your phone thinking of an excuse for the reason you aren't taking the bus.

JoonieBug🪲🤍

The weather is actually nice

out today, I think I’ll just walk

home. Goodluck with your club

thing dork❤️

Sounds good 👍

Get home safe I’ll text

you later ❤️

“Is that a no?” Now looking directly at you trying to avert your attention from your phone.

The question he had asked almost went right over your head while checking to see what Joon had responded with. As soon as you read it your nervousness subsides.

“What? sorry”

“Should we go to a cafe or do you have better things to do?” Eyes wide he points at your phone you've been distracted with.

“Oh um. The cafe really isn't my scene, my mom is out of town so we could just head to my place if that's alright.” You keep your head down hoping he wont take that the wrong way.

“Ballsy, asking me over to your place on the first date. You really arent how I expected you to be.” He pats your leg with excitement.

Of course he takes it the wrong way. What were expecting coming from a guy like him.

“Not at all what I meant and this is not a date. Simply me helping out someone in need.” Rolling your eyes and flicking his hand off your thigh.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll see. Guide the way sweetheart.”

Unprepared for what's about to take place you try to relax by listening to the music which actually isn't too bad. He doesn't really talk the whole ride, just bobs his head to the beat and casually sings along to some of the chorus.

When you finally pull into the neighborhood you point out which house is yours and instruct him to park in the driveway.

Both of you grab your things and head for the front door. Walking in Yoongi takes the scene around him in complementing the decorations here and there. You tell him to take a seat on the couch while you change.

Throwing whatever you can find on you check your appearance to make sure you dont look like a hot mess, because you sure do feel like one. Everythings good. Your curls are still bouncy and your makeup is still intact due to the superstar setting spray you bought a couple weeks back.

Yoongi is still in the same spot once you return to the living room, just scrolling through his social media. You make sure there's enough distance between the two of you before letting out a sigh and falling back into the comfy couch.

“Um the bathrooms right up the stairs by the way and the kitchen is right around that corner. If you need a drink feel free to grab something out of the fridge.” You point out where you just mentioned and then pull out your notebook for a piece of paper to get started.

You ask what classes he is taking in hopes to get a better idea of what you got yourself into. Luckily most of the classes are ones that you have already taken or are currently taking. As he is explaining what he needs help with you keep track by writing it down on the paper. He lets out a laugh and you look up to see what he is on about.

“You sure do like to keep control huh.” The corners of his mouth slightly turned up. He runs his hands through his messy blonde hair.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You’re confused as to why he would ask because that should be a giive you think.

“Not at all, actually I can relate.” Scooting a bit closer to you to see what you've written on the paper.

His leg brushes yours as he sets himself right next to you. If he gets any closer you think you might faint. Having him in your house is already enough to get your blood pumping but hearing his breaths is what really does it. Crossing your legs to subdue the thumping that's going on in your lower abdomen you start setting out a plan to get him up to speed with school as quickly as possible. Not knowing how many more of these sessions you could go through.

You give him your ideas and ask for feedback on them so you can make changes if needed. The feedback he gave was that whatever you think will work is probably what’s best.

Smart guy.

Time goes by as you show him all the things you would prefer him to do before going any further with this so-called tutoring. This actually isn't so bad when you are focused on school instead of what he's wearing or the way his hair falls on his head.

You ask for his phone to set up when his tests and labs are in his calendar since he would more than likely lose any paper copy. He grins and hands it over.

“I’m gonna hit the restroom, don't be nosy.” Getting up to head for the stairs.

Nodding your head you wait for the door to close before leaving the calendar to do exactly what he told you not to. His wallpaper is a picture of the night sky and his apps are customized to look like different stars. You didn't take him for the type to decorate his phone but it's actually pretty cute. Not really knowing how to navigate his phone you end up in his messages, when you type in your number out of curiosity you notice he actually has it saved.

TomatoFace🍅

You scoff at what he has you saved under. You’re quick to turn off his phone and set it back on the couch when you hear the bathroom door open. Opening up your notebook to go over your day you wait to hear the footsteps back down the stairs. But they don't come. Quickly getting up from the couch you run up the stairs to see what he could be doing.

The door to your room is open.

“Funny that you tell me not to be nosy.” Anger emitting from your voice you see he is looking at your photo wall.

“Was just curious what a control freak like you would have in their bedroom.” He looks back at you with pure innocence in his face.

“Okay well I think you had your share of snooping.” You bark back not caring if him coming in here was innocent or not.

Grabbing his hand to lead him out he pulls you back. Falling directly into his chest you look up at him to see lust in his eyes as he grabs the back of your neck and plants his soft lips right on yours. You freeze confused as to what's happening. He pulls back away but as soon as he does you drag him right back in and slam your lips back onto him. His hands are tracing your figure and you let out a slight moan. Which he was very happy to hear because as soon as it happens he deepens the kiss.

You’re so caught up in the moment your hand now tangled in his hair as the other is pulling in his hips to close the distance between you. Lips parting he pushes his tongue through to glide across yours and you push against him. Your pushes must have been rough as he is now against the wall when he pulls away again.

“I know you like control but how about we switch roles for a little.” His hand is on your waist still, his hair more messy than before.

The heat between your legs now dripping with desire after hearing his remark. Your mind has taken the backseat as your body is doing all the talking and you want more. The tutor session you had been dreading since class has become the release you needed.

“I wouldn't mind that.” His eyes are like daggers aiming right at yours. You don’t want the moment to end so you slowly back towards the edge of your bed.

Yoongi is quick to follow, laying you back into the middle of your bed before tasting your lips again. This time his hands are more confident as they run up your stomach and onto your clothed breast. Another moan follows and you feel him laughing into your mouth. Your cunt throbbing at the sensation.

You start to become nervous since this is the first time in a while something like this has happened. A fling with a guy you met online was the last time you got a release but nothing like what you are feeling right now.

The way Yoongi touches you with such pleasure has you melting under his hands.

Your breathing becomes more frantic.

“If you want to stop I’ll stop.” Eyeing you with concern he can tell you are hesitant with going forward.

“It’s just been awhile.” Your voice is hoarse from the shallow breaths you've been taking.

“I can take it slow.” With such care in his voice he grabs your hand and brings it to his chest. “And don’t be afraid to touch me sweetheart.”

Just like that you feel the throbbing in your cunt rise to an all time high. Your hands gliding over his defined chest gaining the courage you need to go forward. You follow up by placing his hand back on your breast.

“I’m not afraid, and you shouldnt be either.” Grabbing his hips you bring him back down on top of you.

His hand travels down your waist to play with the hem of your shirt before slowly guiding it under and working its way back up. Pulling your back off the bed he reaches around to unclasp your bra. Not wanting to waste anytime his fingers start circling your nub. Your lips parting as you moan, you move to slide your tongue in.

Pressing up against your heat you can feel him through his jeans. He’s big. Like really big. It makes you needy. You sit up to throw your shirt and bra off to the ground.

He lets out a subtle grunt. “Just as I thought, You’re perfect.” It doesn't take long before your tops make a pile next to the bed.

His toned body is everything you could have dreamed of. Hair now slicked back with sweat and eyes filled with admiration as they take in the view. Your neediness now at its max your hand makes its way to unclasp the fabric at his waist. Pulling his bottoms down your eyes are wide at the sight of him in his briefs. You knew it was big from just feeling it on your thigh but this is daunting to look at.

“Like what you see babygirl?” He does the rest of the work pulling his jeans off. Once they are gone he’s reaching for yours.

His hand at the waist of your sweatpants teasingly pulling it back and letting it go against your skin while kissing down your belly. The tinge of the elastic hitting your hips is invigorating. He is so mindful but so rash in the way he touches you. You love it. You’ve never been touched like this.

He finally slips his hand under the cloth of your pants, reaching your panties. He moves down to your center. Your head now facing up at the ceiling from his touch.

“Mm you’re so wet already.” Rubbing his hand between your folds not yet touching what is aching to be handled.

“Please Yoongi, I need you.” You beg as you reach to grab his hard.

“Fuck.” Moaning he takes your pants off to reveal your soaked through thong.

Your back starts to arch and your moans are coming out tenfold as he circles your bud with his fingers. You could come from just the stimulation you're getting and you're completely fine with it.

Pulling your thong to the side his finger starts playing with your opening. Needing a release and quick you guide his hand into you. His long fingers hitting every spot you need him to.

“So needy”

His fingers sliding in and out of you curling as they reach your g spot. Your whines telling him he's doing great. It only takes a couple pumps into you when you start to feel the pressure building up in your core ready to snap. It's like he already knows what your body needs. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers as your eyes roll back knowing what you have been begging for is right around the corner.

Yoongi bends down right next to your ear to whisper “Come for me sweetheart.”

And just like that you've reached euphoria.

He’s watching you with awh as you hit your climax. Not once taking his gaze away from your face enjoying how fast you crumble beneath him.

Legs shaking and closing around his arm you moan louder than you ever have.

“Yoongi, Fuck!”

His name rolling off your tongue like it's been said a million times.

“Say it again”

He demands as his fingers ride you through this high you never want to come down from.

“Yoongi!”

His hard is now pulsing against your thigh.

Slipping his fingers out from you he places them in his mouth licking up the mess you made.

“Fuck you even taste good sweetheart.”

Struggling to keep your eyes focused on him, blurry from the intense orgasm you just had. He gives your lower tummy a kiss.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You mutter out breathlessly.

“Believe it babygirl.”

Pulling you up from the bed he places your hand on his throbbing cock. As you make your into his briefs you’re interrupted.

“I’m home! JK dropped me off after practice. Who’s car is that out front?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

So caught up in the moment you completely forgot your brother told you he would be home earlier than usual.

Yoongi being here wouldn't be an issue if he wasn't practically naked in your room. You could have easily explained about you helping him out with school. But no way in hell could you come up with an excuse for this.

Jumping up to get off the bed you gather your clothing from off the floor and start to dress yourself. Yoongi is still on the bed exactly how you left him. Grabbing his things from off the floor you fling them onto the bed.

“Oh my god, you have to go. My brother cannot find out about this.”

Thinking of how you are going to get him out you remember you left all your stuff downstairs on the coffee table.

Yoongi is laughing at you as you pace the room.

“You think this is funny?!”

“Maybe a little” Still laughing.

You open your door to check for Tae downstairs. Not seeing him anywhere, you push Yoongi into the bathroom and run back to your room to fix yourself up before heading down.

Tae had already made his way into his room so you take a seat on the couch. Legs shaking as you nervously wait for Yoongi to join you.

Your brother emerges from his room to see you now on the sofa.

“Whose stuff is that? Did you finally make a friend?”

“No I-uh am tutoring someone from school, he’s in the bathroom.”

Peeking around the corner to make sure he heard what you said. “You’re tutoring? Why?” His eyebrows cucked up with confusion.

Thinking of something to say quickly.

“My teacher recommended me since I’m one of the top students in my class.”

Good. That sounds believable.

Hearing the bathroom door swing open. Hoping your brother doesn't flip once he sees who it is.

Yoongi is a different person when introducing himself to Tae. His posture is taller, His voice is higher and he's smiling at your brother while motioning out his hand for Tae to shake. Where has this gentleman been hiding out, He's not at all the boy you got seated next to.

Surprisingly Tae isn't offput at all. They are actually making small talk about sports in the kitchen entryway. You clear your throat to get their attention.

“Not trying to interrupt but Yoongi didn't you say you had somewhere to be.” Looking at him you dart your eyes to the door and you gently sweep your hands so he gets the hint to leave.

“Yeah actually, I must have lost track of time. I’ll take my leave.”

Once at the door he flips around to give you a wink before telling you he will see you this weekend for your next session. You immediately know what he means by that and close the door with haste.

Not acknowledging Tae at all you go to your room.

Phone buzzing you reach to check.

DeskMate

Don’t think about me

too much while i'm

gone, sweetheart😉

Shutting it off quickly after reading you sit down in your desk chair and take a deep breath of relief that you got though that.

Your mind is racing at the fact that the boy you just met and can't stand fingerfucked you in your bed.

The pent up desire now over with you won't fall into his trap again.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts yoongi #fanfic #min yoongi #smut #meorhim #faeswrites #yoongi smut #namjoon fanfic #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongi x y/n

72 notes · View notes