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

Chapter 35: Burn for You 🔥

And then-I shattered.

Pleasure slammed through me in hot, uncontrollable waves, my back arching off the bed as my vision blurred, my breath catching in a strangled cry.

His name tore from my lips as my entire body pulsed with it, every nerve ending lighting up as I came hard, trembling beneath him.

But he didn't stop.

His tongue kept moving, dragging the pleasure out, pushing me past the peak and into something deeper, something more.

Another shockwave hit me, my thighs shaking, my fingers gripping at the sheets, at him, anything to ground myself as he pulled another orgasm from me, just as intense as the first.

I was wrecked, breathless, my body nothing but a shaking, overwhelmed mess beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark and satisfied.

He licked his lips slowly, smirking as he kissed my inner thigh one last time.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice thick with pride.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was crawling back up my body, his lips crashing into mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

His hands slid over my skin, greedy and insistent, and as I met his gaze, I knew one thing-

He wasn't anywhere close to being done with me yet.

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The room was thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, wrapping around us like something tangible.

My bedside lamp flickered in the corner, its golden glow casting soft, swaying shadows against the walls.

The sheets beneath us were a tangled mess, damp from our bodies, twisted from the way Yoongi had kissed me, touched me, ruined me.

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

I could still taste myself on his tongue, still feel the ghost of his touch lingering between my thighs, but it wasn't enough-I needed more.

My body trembled, hypersensitive from the aftershocks of my first release, but the ache between my legs was insatiable, raw, desperate.

Yoongi hovered over me, his body flush against mine, the heat of his skin branding me, sinking into my bones.

His breath was hot, uneven as he kissed me again-slow and deep, his lips and tongue devouring me, like he was trying to pull me apart all over again.

His hands roamed over me, greedy and rough, fingers pressing into my hips, gripping my waist like he was staking his claim.

I moaned into his mouth, my nails raking down his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed beneath my touch.

His body was so hard, so warm, so solid against mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress, trapping me beneath him.

The bed creaked softly as he shifted, settling between my thighs, and I could feel him-thick and heavy against me, his cock dragging along my slick folds, teasing, taunting.

"Yoongi," I gasped, rolling my hips against him, desperate for friction.

He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath coming out in a ragged exhale. "Fuck, baby," he muttered

his fingers tightening around my thighs, spreading me wider for him. "You're so wet for me."

He reached between us, wrapping a hand around himself, rubbing the tip of his cock through my slick.