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

Chapter 36: Passionate Connection 🔥

🔥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 first thing I became aware of was warmth.

Soft, slow, teasing warmth, wrapping around me, coaxing me out of the depths of sleep.

I let out a lazy sigh, still floating between dreaming and waking, my body heavy with exhaustion, my limbs tangled in soft sheets and the lingering heat of the woman beside me.

Then, I felt it.

A slow, deliberate stroke along my length.

My breath caught in my throat, my entire body stiffening as pleasure sparked through me, sharp and sudden.

A soft, pleased hum followed-a sound so sweet, so undeniably her that my eyes fluttered open instantly.

The sight that greeted me nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

Y/N was curled up beside me, her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, moving in a slow, lazy rhythm that was almost torturous in its teasing.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting her skin in golden hues, her hair a mess from sleep, her lips slightly parted as she watched me, completely absorbed in what she was doing.

Fuck.

A groan rumbled in my chest as I dropped my head back against the pillow, my hips twitching into her grip involuntarily.

I was already so hard, achingly so, and the way she was touching me-so soft, so slow, so intentional-had my brain short-circuiting.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky, teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I tried to respond, but all that came out was another deep groan, my fingers clenching in the sheets as her grip tightened slightly, her strokes becoming more deliberate.

"Shit-baby," I rasped, my breath uneven. "What-what are you doing?"

She smirked, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to my stomach as her hand continued its slow torture. "Waking you up," she murmured, her lips trailing lower, just barely brushing the base of my cock.

"You always take care of me. I wanted to take care of you this time."

A shiver ran through me, my abs tightening, my hips jerking slightly in response.

She looked so fucking perfect like this-hair messy from sleep, eyes heavy with satisfaction from last night, her lips teasing against my skin.

The way she was touching me, like she wanted to savor it, like she was enjoying this just as much as I was-it was driving me insane.

My breathing was ragged now, my body tensing as she twisted her wrist slightly, dragging her thumb over the tip, spreading the wetness that had already gathered there.

I swore under my breath, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure licked up my spine like fire.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered, her voice thick with mischief, with heat.

I cracked my eyes open, looking at her through half-lidded, lust-blown pupils. "Are you serious?" I groaned. "You're gonna kill me."

She giggled, but it was breathy, needy, and I could tell she loved watching me come undone under her touch.

The knowledge sent another wave of heat coursing through my veins.

She picked up her pace slightly, her hand moving more confidently now, her strokes firm, steady, dragging me right to the edge.