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

Chapter 35: Burn for You 🔥

"Yeah," I whispered, pressing my face against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my cheek. "That was..."

"Amazing," he finished for me, his voice tinged with exhaustion and satisfaction.

I laughed softly, feeling warmth spread through me-not just from the lingering pleasure, but from the way he was still holding me, his touch so gentle now, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to my hair.

After a moment, he shifted, reaching for the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us, tucking me against him.

His hands were warm against my skin, his touch tender as he ran his fingers through my hair, his breath steadying.

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The room was still heavy with the remnants of our passion-the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the warm air, the sheets beneath us damp and tangled from the way we had lost ourselves in each other.

My body was spent, completely wrecked in the best way possible, but my heart was full, swollen with something deeper than just desire.

Yoongi was still holding me, his body pressed against mine, his fingers trailing absentmindedly over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His breathing was steady, but I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he hadn't fully relaxed despite the release we had just shared.

He shifted suddenly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before sitting up.

His hands slid down my body, slow and reverent, before he gently rolled me onto my back, his dark eyes scanning my face.

His expression was unreadable, something flickering in his gaze that made my heart tighten.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice softer now, no longer rough with lust, but thick with something else-something deeper.

Before I could ask where we were going, he scooped me up effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me against his chest as he stood.

I let out a surprised gasp, but he just pressed a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering, and I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He carried me into the bathroom, where the soft glow of the vanity light illuminated the space in warm, golden hues.

The mirror was fogged, the air humid from the lingering heat of the night, making everything feel even more intimate, more sacred.

Yoongi set me down gently on the edge of the bathtub, his hands never leaving me as he leaned over to turn the faucet, the sound of rushing water filling the quiet space.

He tested the temperature with his fingers before plugging the drain, letting the tub fill with warm, soothing water.

The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air as he poured in a bit of my bath oil, the fragrant steam curling around us like a cocoon.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, kneeling in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs.

His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin there, his touch grounding, calming. "You okay?"

I nodded, feeling my throat tighten at the tenderness in his voice. "Yeah," I whispered. "I just... I love you so much, Yoongi."

His breath hitched slightly, his eyes darkening with something raw, something unspoken.

He reached up, cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.

"I love you too," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I even know how to say."

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss-one that felt different from before.

This wasn't rushed, wasn't driven by need or desperation. It was full of love, of unspoken promises, of something bigger than both of us.

He pulled away, his forehead resting against mine. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

I blinked, my fingers tightening on his arms. "For what?"

He sighed, his hands sliding down to my shoulders. "For ever making you feel like I don't love you enough. For ever making you question how much I want you, need you."

He swallowed hard, his eyes searching mine. "I know I'm not always good with words, and I know I can be distant sometimes. But you have to know... you're everything to me, (Y/N). You're my entire world."

Tears welled in my eyes, a lump forming in my throat at the raw honesty in his voice.

"Yoongi..." I reached up, cupping his face, my fingers tracing his sharp jawline, the softness of his lips.

"I never doubted you, not really. But hearing you say it..." I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. "It means everything to me."

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're my soulmate."

A tear slipped down my cheek, but it wasn't from sadness-it was from pure, overwhelming happiness. "And you're mine," I whispered back. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

He pulled back just enough to kiss me again, slow and deep, his lips conveying every word he didn't say out loud.

Then, without breaking the moment, he gently helped me into the warm water, his hands steadying me as I sank into the bath, the heat immediately soothing my sore muscles.

I let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the tub, watching as Yoongi slid in behind me, pulling me into his lap.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, his chest pressing against my back, and I melted into his warmth, into the steady, comforting rhythm of his breathing.

We sat like that for a while, the water lapping gently against our skin, the only sounds the quiet drip of the faucet and the steady beat of our hearts in sync.

Yoongi's hands moved slowly over my body, massaging my sore muscles, his touch gentle, loving.

He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, his lips brushing against my damp skin like a silent vow.

"You're everything to me," he whispered again, his arms tightening around me.

I turned slightly, just enough to look at him, my fingers tracing his forearm where it rested against my stomach.

"And you're everything to me," I whispered back.

He smiled then, a small, genuine smile, one that made my heart feel like it might burst.

He kissed the side of my head, nuzzling into my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, feeling nothing but love, warmth, and complete, absolute happiness.

Eventually, when the water started to cool, Yoongi helped me out of the tub, wrapping me in a soft towel, his hands never leaving me.

He dried me off gently, his fingers brushing over my skin like I was something delicate, something precious.

Then he led me back to the bed, pulling the covers over both of us before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

His fingers traced lazy circles against my back, his lips pressing soft, absentminded kisses against my forehead.

I sighed, burrowing deeper into him, feeling completely safe, completely loved.

"Sleep, baby," he murmured, his voice soft, laced with exhaustion. "I've got you."

I smiled against his skin, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "I love you," I whispered.

He hummed, his lips curving into a sleepy smile as he tightened his hold on me. "I love you more."

And with that, wrapped in his warmth, his love, I finally let sleep take me, knowing without a doubt that I was exactly where I was meant to be.