Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 36 - Sharing in the Shower🔥🔥🔥

Where are you right now?

At a meeting, stop texting!

Reliving my highschool days, I replied to Yoongi under the table as PDnim debriefed us on BTS's next comeback and schedules.

But I miss you.

I wanna fuck you so bad
right now.. So bad and hard
you'll be biting the sheets to
stop yourself from screaming
my name.

I sheepishly looked up and around, trying hard to hide how flustered I was. Of all the times Yoongi were to sext me. This was apparently it.

Ignoring his last message, I tried to refocus on this meeting that was long gone from my brain. My imagination running wild.

Soon enough, I felt my phone vibrate again on my lap.

Are you wearing underwear?

WTF are you talking about?!!
Of course I'm wearing
underwear! Are you mad?!

Take them off.

I beg your pardon?

He had definitely lost it.

I mean sure, ever since that night at the gala we had been fooling around every once in a while. But it was all discreet. Covert undercover missions after hours to not draw attention to ourselves.

This, was definitely not discreet.

Not only was I worried of having someone read my messages over my shoulders, but I was also terrified of being caught out for texting while our CEO was talking.

However, when my phone notified me of another reply, the adrenaline fueled side of me told me to read it anyways.

I looked around to make sure everyone else was occupied. When Bang PD turned around to face the new slide from his presentation, I took a peak at the brightly lit phone under the table.

Then beg.

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"Fuck yes!" I exclaimed, right before Yoongi covered my mouth.

"What did I say about keeping quiet?" He grin half menacing but 100% cocky. Flashing his trademark smile, Yoongi leaned in closer towards me in the shower stall, pushing himself deeper inside.

I couldn't help it.

He made me feel amazing. The teasing, the dirty talk, his goddamned arrogance, all added to his appeal. Even now, when he's pushing me up against the cold cubicle tiles, standing under the steaming shower, his hair a mop messily draping over his eyes, he looked like a god. I had one forearm against the right wall, while the other was pushing against his chest for balance, nails in him like a lion clutching its meal.

Yoongi on the other hand, never let himself be fazed. He was always cool, calm, and collected, even when he was ravishing me like he is right now, my left leg lifted above the ground.

My shoulder blades started to feel sore from the continuous forceful slam against the inhospitable tiles. The sound of him fucking me was camouflaged by the high powered rain shower above our heads and the overworked exhaust.