Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 29 - 10 Seconds 🔥🔥

"Imagining w—what?" I tripped over my words like a school girl who had never been touched before, trying hard to control my breathing like a prey hiding from a stalking predator.

"How much you wanted me." His eyes directly looking into mine, I was screwed, he was going in for the kill. Holding our gaze just a little longer, he leaned in like he was going to kiss me while I shut my eyes in panic as they were the only part of my body seemingly working. The smell of misty nicotine and tobacco wafting in the air around us.

Stopping short of a kiss, Yoongi dangled the possibility of our lips touching mere inches away from reality. The smell of cigarettes and his cologne was driving me crazy. "Or was it just because you were drunk?"

Clearing my right shoulder of any hair, the rapper slid the spaghetti strap over my shoulder, I shuddered as Yoongi placed a gentle hand on my back, clinking the ice in my drink against the glass.

"Maybe you were trying to make a point, but.." he whispered as he moved his lips along the curve of my shoulder, slowly across the straight, and painfully gentle up my neck. As his whisper reached my ears, I took another deep breath to try and calm my nerves, to no avail. I could feel my heart pounding in my ear, and my unsteady breathing gave my heart way. "I know how much you want me."

"S—sunbae, the party.." I protested, my insincerity clear from my tone.

"Who cares?" His hand was now dropping down my back, detouring down my thighs, before lifting my right leg onto the gazebo bench. "Give me 10 seconds."

"What?" I spat. One word answers were the only response I could produce right now. My brain was fried, confusing me with what was logical, what was sane, and what was primal.

"Just give me 10 seconds to show you it was a mistake to be here with anyone else." His voice was irresistible, and I could feel my core yearning for him. "Anyone else but me."

"Y—you mean now?"

Without warning, Yoongi peeled back the layers of my dress from my ankles. The flash of cold air attacked every exposed bit of skin, but I wasn't cold for long. His mouth gently kissed my calf, leaving a trail of warm and cool patches along my leg. Cradling my leg with one hand, he lazily dragged his moist lips up along my shin, hist teeth softly grazing my skin as he pleased. His touch sent a shooting sensation deep within me, making me exhale untamed sighs and sounds of approval. I covered my mouth out of modesty, but it wasn't fooling anyone. When he reached my knee, he dragged his nails along my thigh pulling back the resting curtain of my dress. Further exposing more skin for him to conquer.

He pushed my leg to the side as paradoxically possessive and gentle as he could. With his free hand, Yoongi pulled my hand down, demanding, "I want to hear how much you want me."

Not holding back, he nibbled at my flesh and alternatively sucked at it. His tongue was masterful at easing the welcomed pain from the love bites he was leaving. My heavy sighs, turned into an exclaimed moan when he reach my inner thigh, just a bite away from the lining of my silk underwear. Just a bite away from where I wanted him to be. My thigh was steaming hot from the tease, the blood rush, and his short breaths. If it wasn't for him pausing, I wouldn't have even realised my hands on the back of his head, clinging for more. And just like that the shortest, and longest, 10 seconds of my life ended.

Yoongi's eye's were drilling holes into me as he held his adoring gaze, standing back and struggling to catch a breath. For a moment something was there, something vulnerable that needed protection, and I could tell from his darting irises that this had caught him off guard. He didn't realise that his own actions would do this to him, and neither did I. But almost as if he suddenly flicked a physical switch, a mental one turned on his usual swaggy bravado. His eyes were reduced to his regular crescent gems, a one sided smirk playing off of his lips, his shoulders back as he tucked his hands in his trouser pockets, and his head cocked to one side like a gun ready to aim and fire.

As he walked towards me, I flinched a little unsure of what he was going to do. Standing like a deer caught in headlights, I was rigid like a frozen barbie doll.

"I told you it was a mistake." He whispered in my ear, every consonant pronounced harshly. The warmth of his breath against my cheek was a painful reminder of what my body wanted more of. And from the tension between us, I knew he felt it too. But as he chuckled smugly, on his way out of the courtyard, I knew I had flown right into his web. Because Yoongi was pulling my strings. He was an addiction, and I was now the addict in withdrawal.

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