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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

By the time our last meeting ended, I had reached my fucking limit.

The second we stepped out of the conference room, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her with me.

"Yoongi-" she gasped, breathless.

"My office. Now." My voice was low, rough, filled with everything I had been holding back all morning.

She followed without hesitation, her smirk only fueling my desperation. She knew what she was doing to me.

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

The second I locked the door behind us, I lost all restraint.

I grabbed her, my hands finding her waist as I crashed my lips against hers.

Y/N gasped, but she responded just as eagerly, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.

She kissed me back with just as much hunger, fingers threading through my hair, tugging-ruining me.

I groaned into her mouth, pressing her against the door, my body caging hers in.

"You love torturing me, don't you?" I muttered against her lips, biting softly at her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue.

She chuckled breathlessly, her fingers dragging down my chest. "I left needing you, baby," she whispered.

Then she rolled her hips against mine, making me suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck," I hissed, my grip on her tightening. "You think I had it any easier?"

She hummed, nails digging into my shoulders. "I was squirming in those meetings because of you."

I clenched my jaw, hands sliding beneath her blouse, skin-on-skin, finally feeling the warmth I had been craving all morning.

"And whose fault is that?" I growled, my lips trailing down her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.

She shivered, her breath hitching as she whispered, "Taehyung's."

That made me pause.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, dark and clouded with want.

My pulse pounded as the memories of this weekend flooded back-the hell Taehyung had put me through, the pictures, the texts, the teasing words that had kept me up at night, fucking burning for something I couldn't have.

And now, because of him, Y/N had been left aching, too.

I smirked darkly, my hands sliding lower, gripping her thighs.

"Well then," I murmured, voice thick with need. "Let's finish what he started."

Before she could react, I lifted her, making her yelp as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I carried her across the room, placing her on my desk in one swift motion.

She gasped, looking up at me through hooded eyes, her lips parted, swollen from our kiss.

"Yoongi," she murmured.

I didn't let her finish.

I kissed her again-hard, deep, possessive.

By the time I had Y/N on my desk, her blouse undone, her body flushed and needy beneath me, I wasn't thinking about anything else-couldn't think about anything else.

Not the meetings, not the emails piling up, not the damn teasing that had started in the car this morning and carried on through every stolen glance, every touch, every whispered word between us all day.