Tower of God x reader one-shots

Wangnan Jah x reader

WARNING: swearing, has a sad part, I don't think it's angst, but if you are sensitive, you have been warned, mentions of trauma. 

We went over 4K readers! Thank you so much, everyone!

Sorry, it took so long. I just finished my end of term exams and my brain cells were dead. I didn't get to catch a break either, because we moved on to the new chapters right away. Good news though, I didn't fail anything, I usually don't, but I'm still happy, my grades were above average this time and I only fought with my mom about my studying once this time, so basically, a new record is set. 

Also, school, in general, has been taking up more time than I thought it would and I'm not exactly good at planning (in fact I haven't been doing it, I should start...), I think you know where I'm going with this. 
I always put the one-shots on paper first in a notebook, because I write better when I'm sleep drunk. Write drunk, edit sober, it works great. So technically it was done, but I didn't have the time to digitalize it. 

This is my first time working with a flashback, so I'm not sure how it went. Please let me know what you guys think. I'd like to improve as much as possible. 

Requested by @Wowieitsmehehe

You both stumbled into your empty room, both drunk, one a little more than the other, but that hardly mattered right now. 

You straddled his hips and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled his face closer until your lips met. Wangnan didn't have the time now will to think about where exactly this was going, let alone resist the flow. 
He took himself to be the admire from afar type, telling himself he desired something he didn't deserve. He wanted this, he wanted you, he always told himself he shouldn't, but now his mind was too foggy to think like that. 

Still, lip-locked you pushed him down and hovered over him. One of your arms supporting your weight and the other tangled in his golden locks. 
His hands rested on your hips, sometimes wandering towards the hem of your shirt and brushing his fingers over the small stroke of exposed skin. 

For a second you pulled away for a quick intake of oxygen before reconnecting your lips, continuing the passionate make-out session. 
Wangnan flipped you over, briefly breaking the kiss before reconnecting with even more passion than before. Both of your shirts started rolling up, your fingers running over each other's exposed skin. His hands gripping your waist and you running your nails over his lower spine, making your breaths become heavy and unsteady. 

He planted a few quick kisses and nibbles on your jaw and behind your ear. You closed your eyes and waited for him to move on to your neck, but he never did. 
You opened your eyes and looked at him, he looked different than before. "Go onnn." You slurred your words. 
"No, I can't, this isn't right. You're drunk, I won't take advantage of that." 
"You're not, I started and I won't be mad at you when I get sober, I promise."

Wangnan looked guilty and sad, his gaze hurt like someone poured acid all over your feelings. He looked as if he regretted it. 
"Listen, you're great, you're amazing even, but we're drunk, we shouldn't do this. I'm sorry... it was a mistake." His voice cracked like he was about to cry, but you were too hurt to notice, tears prickled in the corner of your eyes and you could hear your heart shatter. 
"A mistake...? That's all?  How could you lead me on like that?" 
"I'm sor-" Not good enough. 
"Leave." You cut him off. 
"(Y-)"
"Leave!" You snapped at him. You turned around and buried your face in your pillow. When the door shut all of your tears came pouring out. You felt hurt and stupid, you didn't mean to force yourself on him. You thought he was ok with it since he didn't resist.