Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 33 - Labels 🔥🔥🔥

Knowing he was going to get hit, Jimin made himself scarce and flew out the doors. Hanna reached for her phone and started typing, needing to get the last say.

I am going to kill you for this.

No, you will thank me later.
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PS- Pretty sure JK still keeps
a condom in his wallet if
(when) you need it lol

"Sorry about that," Hanna said through gritted teeth. She was pissed at Jimin for ambushing her, but realised she couldn't just ignore Jungkook all night. "You're kind of stuck with me now. I was going to home anyways though.."

"No, it's fine. I need to be distracted and forget about things." He said, after a long breath.

"Good to know I'm just a distraction to you." Hanna teased, immediately regretting it as she said it. Her flirtatious comment reminded her of the moment they had after baking together. She wondered if there really could be something between them, or if it was simply wishful thinking.

"Come on, don't say that!" He opened the door and gestured for her to follow. "I can't just leave you here sober, there's an open bar we need to demolish."

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Time stood still as I took a breather from the predicament I was in. Sitting on top of a very hard Yoongi, I was stripped off of everything but my underwear.

"It's not exactly fair if I'm the only one taking my clothes off." I said, matter-of-factly, feeling very vulnerable as I sat there bare.

"Fine." unbuttoning his shirt, Yoongi took his time before removing it completely and throwing it elsewhere in his car. He held me closer and I melted in his embrace as the warmt of his skin radiated into me. "Are you cold?"

I shook my head. If anything the air in the car was getting heavy. The windows were fogged and we were safely sheltered by the dim lighting of the car park.

Aside from the occasional headlights driving past, our kinkiness was fully cloaked, unlike our bodies.

Leaning in against Yoongi's forehead, I breathed him in as our lips grazed and grappled for each other. When we finally kissed, it was deep, passionate and full. Very much like our drunken escapade after that daring game of truth or dare.

Gently, he laid me down across the back seat of his car as he removed my bra and underwear. His body standing over me, he scanned my nude self from top to to bottom, as if he was etching me in his brain. Appreciating every curve and freckle.

His fingers caressed my thigh before they were skillfully inside me. Patiently stroking, I gasped each time he would curl his finger upwards.

"Do you.." I attempted, in between my sinful moans. "..do this to all your girlfriends?"

Yoongi was amazing, and as I've said before, he's had practice. Even when I'm intimately with him, in the privacy of his car, I was still wary and guarded.

"You know I can't have girlfriends." He continued, as he built momentum to match my signifying sighs, my approving pleasure.

"And this.. -sit up," I complied now leaning against the car door, my hands grappling at the frictionless windows. "I don't do for anyone."

Before I could clarify what he meant, Yoongi brought his lips down to my core and started furiously satisfying me with his tongue, his fingers still deeply inside me. Without meaning to I cried out his name and grabbed onto his head, resembling how we were earlier out at the gazebo. He had found both my sweet spots and was inching me closer. I felt the ball inside my core wind up so tight like I was a mechanical toy, ready to flip over if he released me.

"Yoongi stop! I'm close!"

Abruptly he pulled away, and wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. "That's the idea, princess."

He was smiling so damn arrogantly, teeth and all, and it was driving me mad. I was frustrated and torn, because in front of me was a man who gave me what I wanted, but not what I needed. And right now he was the only one who could fix the problem in my sex.

I was on the edge and he knew it. This smug son of a bitch was going to do whatever the hell he wants to me.

"You can come, when I say you can." His voice and eyes, piercing cold like his icy hair.

Fuck.

He sure knew how to get me there. And he was so different right now in comparison to our first time. I was on top of him, calling the shots, but right now he was in control, and it made him insatiable.

Finding a convenient condom, my mind wandered to how prepared he was for a situation like this.

I'm not an idiot. I know I'm not the only one.

He rolled it onto his turgid member, which by the way in better lighting was bigger than I remember it to be.

"Turn around." He dictated again. Amd again, I followed. He was so irresistable right now.

His hands held onto the curve of my hips and settled on top of my pelvic bone. Inserting himself in me, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. My god was he was amazing.

"Are you okay?" He could feel how tight I was despite his earlier efforts.

My 'yes' was muffled between a wince and a soft moan.

He leant over me and held me, his hands grabbing any piece of flesh from my breast to my thighs. As his palms ran over my stiff nipples, I could hear him groan. Satisfied. He kissed me from my lobe down to my shoulder. He made sure to whisper sweet nothings into my ears.

"You're so perfect, so fucking wet." He continued.

Yoongi started moving and when his full size went as deep as he could go, I let out an agreeable whimper to match his. My palm against the fogged up window twitched and perservered as it moved in rhythm with Yoongi. I felt him get harder, and soon his grunts and movement become uncontrollable. He was hitting me right where I wanted him to and he was winding me up again.

"I'm almost there," he said to no one in particular, as he fucked me harder and deeper than I thought he could. My shoulders rammed against the seat with nowhere else to go and the sound of him against me was intoxicating. I was begging him to go faster as I was so close to my edge.

"Come for me Y/N," I heard in between our laboured breathing. I could feel him spasm inside me, and obediently I let go. The ecstasy filled me as Yoongi went deeper to chase his. And just as I climaxed I heard him groan and felt him come inside me. As my convulsions subsided, Yoongi slumped himself over me for a split second before being aware of his weight on me. He sat back down, still heavily panting, and invited me to lean under his arm.

We sat there without a word, catching our breath again. Basking in the glow of the endorphins. I leaned against his chest and looked up at him as he met my eyes. His hand fondled my hair, before he kissed my forehead affectionately and smiled.

"We should definitely do this again."

And I will never forget his iconic gummy smile, after getting exactly what he wanted.