Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 35: Burn for You 🔥

🔥 Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion. If you prefer to skip, the story continues on Chapter 47.

Yoongi's POV

The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city outside and the occasional clink of ice against glass.

Y/N is curled up beside me on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, dress riding up just enough to make my throat dry.

I try not to look, but she's right there, so effortlessly beautiful, glowing from the whiskey and the success of the night.

I should have known the second she suggested celebrating with drinks that this would be dangerous.

But here I am.

And fuck, I'm in trouble.

"Yoongi." Her voice is syrupy, slow, teasing.

I turn my head slightly, finding her watching me with that look-the one that makes my stomach tighten.

Playful.

Challenging.

Knowing.

"What?" I ask, taking another sip of my drink.

Her lips curve as she shifts closer, her bare knee pressing against my thigh. "You're too quiet."

I huff a laugh, shaking my head. "You say that like it's new information."

She giggles, eyes glinting. "I mean, even for you."

I roll my glass between my fingers, focusing on the amber liquid instead of the way she's looking at me. "I'm just... taking it in."

I don't tell her that I'm taking her in, that I've spent the past twenty minutes forcing myself not to reach out, not to let my hands wander the way they desperately want to.

Her head tilts as she studies me, like she's picking apart my thoughts. Then she smirks. "Are you nervous?"

I scoff, ignoring the way my pulse spikes. "Why would I be nervous?"

"Because," she leans in, voice dropping into something warm and lethal, "I think you know exactly what I'm doing."

I swallow, keeping my expression neutral even though my entire body is coiled like a live wire.

I knew this was coming.

Y/N tips her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip before setting it down on the coffee table.

Then she shifts even closer, her arm brushing against mine, her breath warm as she murmurs,

"You should kiss me."

Fuck.

I exhale sharply through my nose, gripping my whiskey glass like it's the only thing anchoring me to sanity.

"Baby," I warn, voice low, rougher than I intend.

"What?" she grins, tilting her chin up defiantly. "We're celebrating, aren't we? Don't you want to?"

Of course I want to.

I've wanted to since the first time she smiled at me, since the first time she touched me without realizing what it did to me.

But she's been drinking.

And I won't take advantage of that, no matter how much I fucking want her.

"Y/N," I say slowly, setting my drink down beside hers, "you've had whiskey."

"So have you."

"You're tipsy."

"I'm fine."

I inhale sharply, forcing myself to keep my hands to myself. "Baby, you don't understand how hard you're pushing me right now."