CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

15 || sᴇx, sᴇx, ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴇx ᴏʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴘᴛ.² ||

Just the day after Namjoon fucked her brains out and basically taking her dick penetrating virginity away, Y/n was on her way to the spot in the school's parking lot where Mr Yang had told her he'd wait for her after school. She felt weird walking the next day. Not only was it because of Namjoon's rough yet pleasurable pounding but also because she actually had a real dick up her vigina. The thought of that still gobbles her mind. It's like she could still feel the sexy nerd she'd been competing academically along the while being friends with him, wrapped around her walls and that caused an involuntary clench down there.

Y/n cursed at the tiny uncomfortableness of the unfamiliar feeling but she didn't regret doing what she did. It did give her pleasure and she definitely knew she was having the time of her life when all she could do was roll her eyes back in overwhelming stimulation and being unable to articulate her words, with them coming out as whimpers and broken moans, and an insane amount of choked babbling last night at the school council president's home.

Just the thought of it made her salivate forcing her to swallow in a gulp.

Namjoon had given her suggestive stares the whole day. Eye-fucking her across the room, the hallway, the lunch table even where the rest of the group were oblivious of what had just gone down between their two friends. Obviously, Y/n was just as much of a tease. Winking or cocking a brow at him whenever she catches his stare, passing so close to him every time and even pretended to drop her notebook in front of him during history class, bending down to pick it up with her short skirt hiking up to show a bit of her ass cheeks.

She was a menace and Namjoon was living for it.

While Jimin, having know what had happened to them both, was unsurprisingly distant from the group the whole day gaining questions from everyone which Y/n would join in, acting all oblivious though she was fighting back the glorious smirk of her plan working perfectly.

Speaking of the devil. It was then her train of thoughts ended abruptly when she saw Jimin a couple meters, walking towards his car. Y/n didn't know why but she panicked and frantically looked around for something. Anything.

And thats when she spotted the sleepy looking male right across Jimin's car, getting into his own as he scratched his head, letting out a yawn.

Bingo.

She ran up to him and turned him around causing Yoongi's eyes to widen in complete shock and confusion of the sudden situation.

"Y/n, what the hell—"

"Just shut up, I'll explain later."

With that he did shut up because how could he say anything when Y/n had her lips pressed against his.

Now, this wasn't how he imagined having Y/n for the first time. The irony of Y/n clearly having him in her grasp. No, literally. She had the collar of his shirt tightly clutched in her hands as she pulled him closer and possibly holding him down in case he decided to push her and speed off in his car.

But clearly none of that was gonna happen. Yoongi had dreamt of this to happen, because let's face it. Everyone wants Y/n.

But he always imagined it be him pinning Y/n and not the other way round. So what he did next was completely to satisfying his fantasy, switching their positions and having Y/n pressed on the side of his car as he further deepened the kiss.

Y/n smirked into the exchange as she looks to her side where Jimin was stood across them, clearly witnessing the scene, looking agitated and almost disgusted.