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

Chapter 35: Burn for You 🔥

"Let go," Yoongi groaned, his thrusts turning rougher, sloppier, his own release chasing mine. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."

And then-I shattered.

Pleasure crashed through me, white-hot and all-consuming, my body clenching around him as I came with a loud, broken cry.

My vision blurred, my breath catching in my throat as the orgasm ripped through me in waves, dragging me under, leaving me trembling and breathless beneath him.

My thighs shook, my back arching as I milked him for everything, my walls pulsing around him, drawing him in deeper.

"Fuck, (Y/N)!" Yoongi groaned, his grip on me tightening as he thrust into me one last time, his body shuddering as he came deep inside me.

His moan was low and wrecked, his hips twitching as he spilled inside me, filling me with his heat, his breath ragged against my skin.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing, the soft creaking of the bed as his weight pressed into me.

His body was still tense, his chest rising and falling against mine, his fingers brushing lazy, soothing circles against my waist.

The sheets were damp, clinging to our overheated skin, and the scent of us filled the air, intoxicating, overwhelming.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss against my lips, slow and tender, the stark contrast to everything that had just happened making my heart swell.

"You're fucking perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his nose nuzzling against mine.

I smiled, still dazed, my body completely spent, but as I met his gaze, I could see it-the hunger still burning in his dark eyes.

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My skin was damp, sensitive to every little movement, but the fire between us hadn't burned out-not even close.

Yoongi hovered over me, his body still pressed against mine, his weight grounding me, surrounding me.

His breath was ragged against my neck, his lips barely brushing my skin as he shifted, his hands roaming lazily over my sides, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist like he was memorizing me.

His cock was still inside me, softening but still thick, still twitching slightly from the aftershocks of his release.

The realization sent a shiver through me, my body already aching for more.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, letting my nails lightly graze the damp skin of his back.

He let out a low hum, his lips trailing up my jaw, pressing the softest kiss just beneath my ear.

"You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice husky, laced with satisfaction.

But his hips rolled against mine, slow and lazy, like he was already thinking about the next time.

I smirked, tilting my head slightly to give him better access. "You love it," I whispered, my voice still breathless, teasing.

He chuckled, his grip tightening on my waist before he rolled his hips again, this time with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch.

My body was still sensitive, still trembling from my last orgasm, but the heat between my legs hadn't faded-it was only growing again, deep and slow, curling in my belly like an ember waiting to be stoked into an inferno.

Yoongi must have felt it too.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes burning as he studied my face.