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

Chapter 36: Passionate Connection 🔥

Her breath was warm, uneven, and I could feel the way she was still recovering, her body sensitive, trembling-but her eyes?

Her eyes were full of challenge

"Not done with me yet, huh?" she murmured, propping herself up on one elbow, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk. "That so?"

I hummed, my fingers slipping into her hair, tugging lightly, forcing her to look at me.

Really look at me.

"You know I'm not," I murmured, my voice lower now, thick with satisfaction-but still hungry.

Her eyes darkened, but she only smirked, her nails dragging lightly down my stomach, making my muscles clench beneath her touch.

Testing me.

"You're so cocky," she teased, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to my collarbone, then another, moving lower.

Too low.

My grip on her hair tightened just enough to make her gasp, stopping her descent.

"Careful," I warned, my voice a rough whisper.

Her breath hitched, and for a second, just a second, I thought she'd let me take control again.

But then she giggled.

Giggled.

And before I could react, she moved-straddling my waist in one swift motion, her hands pinning my wrists to the bed.

I arched a brow, more amused than anything. "Oh? You think you're in charge now?"

She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine but not kissing me, teasing, taunting, her weight pressing me into the mattress.

"I know I am," she purred.

I exhaled a slow, amused breath, my lips quirking up. "You really wanna play that game, baby?"

Her grin widened. "Always."

I let her have her moment. Let her feel in control, let her think she had the upper hand.

Let her watch the anticipation build in my eyes as she dragged her hands down my arms, over my chest, her nails scraping just enough to make my skin prickle.

Then-
I moved.

Flipped her fast, pinning her beneath me before she could react, my hands trapping hers above her head, my body pressing her into the mattress.

She gasped, then laughed-breathless, wrecked, glowing.

"Yoongi," she whispered, her voice a mix of frustration and delight.

I smirked down at her, brushing my lips against her jaw, not quite kissing her. "Nice try, baby."

She huffed, squirming beneath me, but we both knew the truth.

She never really wanted control.

She wanted this.

Me.

Ruining her all over again.

And I was more than happy to oblige.

Her body arched, pressing into me, her breaths uneven, eyes daring me to do something about it.

I chuckled, low and dark, tightening my grip on her wrists just enough to make her shudder.

My lips brushed her jaw, her cheek, lingering just above her lips.