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

Chapter 38: Lies We Can See Through

A guilty smile creeps onto her lips. "That... was an accident."

I scoff. "The hell it was."

She takes a step back. "Yoongi-"

"You wanna play, baby?" I start rolling up my sleeves. "Fine. Let's play."

Her eyes widen. "Wait-"

Too late.

She squeals as I lunge, grabbing her by the waist before she can escape.

"YOONGI!" she shrieks, twisting in my hold.

"You started it."

I haul her up effortlessly, ignoring her kicking feet as I march us toward the couch.

"Put me down!" she laughs, wiggling in my grasp.

"Gladly." I toss her onto the cushions, climbing over her before she can escape again.

She's still breathless, still giggling, but the laughter fades when I press her into the cushions, my hands framing her face.

Her eyes meet mine, wide and unguarded, and for a second, neither of us move.

The shift between us is instant-playfulness melting into something deeper.

I trail my fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up. "You done running?"

She exhales softly, her grip tightening on my shirt. "I wasn't running."

I smirk, dipping closer. "Liar."

Her chest rises and falls beneath me, breath shaky, like she's caught between wanting to speak and forgetting how.

I watch her, taking in the way her lips part, the way her fingers grip my shirt like she's holding on for dear life.

"Tell me to stop," I murmur, my thumb tracing the corner of her mouth. "And I will."

She blinks up at me, dazed, before shaking her head. "No way in hell"

A slow smirk tugs at my lips. "Good."

I don't give her a chance to say anything else.

I close the distance, capturing her lips with mine-deep, unhurried, relentless.

Her breath hitches as my hands slide up her sides, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us.

She tastes like the remnants of the chocolate she stole from my stash this afternoon-sweet, addictive, mine.

She sighs into my mouth, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, and that's all the permission I need.

I press her harder against the wall, hands roaming down to grip her hips as my lips trail down to her jaw, then lower, grazing the sensitive spot on her neck.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her breath shaky as I suck, leaving a mark that makes her whimper.

"Yoongi," she gasps, desperately pulling me back up for another kiss.

I groan against her lips, grinding into her just enough to make her shudder. Her nails dig into my back, dragging me impossibly closer, and fuck-if we don't move this to the bedroom in the next sixty seconds, I might lose my mind.

"Bedroom," I murmur against her lips.

She nods breathlessly. "Yeah-yes."

I lift her off the ground, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her easily, never breaking the kiss, never losing that desperate, growing need between us.