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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

Just her.

Her taste, her warmth, the way she responded to me so easily-like she had been waiting for this just as much as I had.

I hovered over her, watching the way her chest rose and fell, how her lips were slightly parted, swollen from the way I had been kissing her senseless.

Her fingers gripped the edge of my desk, knuckles white, her thighs on either side of me as she looked up at me with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.

"Yoongi, baby" she breathed.

My name leaving her lips like that did dangerous things to me.

I smirked, leaning down to press slow, teasing kisses along her jaw, her throat.

She tilted her head back, giving me more access, and I took full advantage-sucking lightly, just enough to leave a mark, making her gasp.

Her blouse was already unbuttoned, hanging loosely off her shoulders, exposing the soft curve of her breasts beneath her lace bra.

Fuck.

I had been thinking about this all morning.

I slid my hands up her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips, and traced the edge of her bra with my thumb. Her breath hitched, her back arching slightly.

"Baby," she whispered again, this time more needy.

I groaned, dragging my lips down her collarbone, then lower, pressing kisses along the tops of her breasts.

"So fucking beautiful," I murmured against her skin.

She let out a soft whimper as I reached behind her, unclasping her bra with one quick flick of my fingers. It slipped from her shoulders, and I swore my mouth went dry.

God, she was perfect.

Her hands immediately flew to my hair as I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking softly, rolling the other between my fingers. She gasped, arching into my touch, her nails scratching lightly against my scalp.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head falling back.

I hummed against her, flicking my tongue over her sensitive skin, watching as she writhed beneath me.

She was already a mess, and I hadn't even touched her where she needed me most.

I grinned against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses lower, down the valley between her breasts, down her stomach, until I was kneeling between her legs.

Her skirt was bunched up around her hips, her panties already damp.

I groaned at the sight, my fingers hooking into the waistband, sliding them down her thighs as she lifted her hips to help me.

"Still so worked up, baby?" I murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. "You left me like this all morning, Min Yoongi."

I chuckled darkly, gripping her thighs. "Guess I better make it up to you then."

She let out a shaky breath, anticipation clear in her expression.

Then I leaned in , went down on her and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her center.

She gasped, her entire body tensing.

I smirked, doing it again, enjoying the way her thighs trembled, how she gripped my desk like she was already about to come apart.

"You taste so fucking good," I muttered, slipping my hands beneath her thighs, pulling her closer.