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

Chapter 35: Burn for You 🔥

My breath hitched as he dragged it over my clit, slow, deliberate, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me.

I whimpered, my back arching, my legs clenching around his waist, but he just smirked, teasing me again, pressing the thick head of him right at my entrance without pushing in.

"You want me?" His voice was dark, wrecked, laced with pure, unfiltered hunger.

"Yes," I gasped, my fingers curling around his back, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist. "Please, Yoongi. I need you inside me."

His restraint snapped.

A deep, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he pushed in, sinking into me inch by inch.

A long, broken moan tore from my lips as he stretched me open, my walls fluttering around him, struggling to take all of him.

My nails dug into his skin, my breath stuttering as the pressure built, the thick, overwhelming fullness of him sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

"Fuck-" Yoongi hissed, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there'd be bruises. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect."

He bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach.

The bed creaked beneath us, the mattress dipping under his weight as he stayed there for a moment, his body trembling, his breathing uneven like he was struggling to hold himself together.

"Move," I pleaded, already aching for more. "Please, Yoongi-"

He groaned, his fingers flexing on my hips before he pulled out slowly, dragging against my walls, only to snap his hips forward again, filling me in one deep, sharp thrust.

A cry ripped from my throat, my head falling back against the pillows as pleasure shot through me, so sharp, so consuming it nearly stole my breath.

He set a pace-deep, hard, relentless.

The bed rocked with every thrust, the headboard knocking softly against the wall, the sounds of our bodies colliding echoing through the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and desperate moans.

His hands were everywhere, gripping my waist, sliding down my thighs, pinning me beneath him as he fucked me like he needed this, like he needed me.

"God, Yoongi-" I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he buried his face in my neck, groaning against my skin.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, his teeth grazing my pulse before sucking hard, marking me. "Taking me so well, baby.

I moaned, my legs tightening around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

He groaned at the new angle, his thrusts growing rougher, faster, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

The sound of the bed creaking, the sheets rustling, the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, the noise of it making my entire body burn hotter.

"Fuck-" I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Yoongi, I-"

"I know, baby," he panted, his voice hoarse, raw, his movements never faltering. "I can feel you. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

I was so close. The heat in my belly coiled tighter, the pleasure building, spiraling, becoming unbearable.

My body tensed, every muscle locking up as I teetered on the edge, so close to shattering completely.

The room felt like it was closing in, the only thing I could feel was him-the way he filled me so perfectly, the way his cock dragged against my walls, pushing me higher, harder.