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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

"Driving me insane all week, you know that? Watching him flirt, watching him send those fucking pictures."

I moan when his lips trail lower, heat pooling in my stomach.

"You could've ignored them," I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair.

Yoongi laughs-dark, breathless. "Yeah, right."

And then he ruins me.

He takes out every ounce of frustration, every suppressed thought, every sinful image that Tae burned into his mind.

He's rough in the way he touches me, desperate in the way he takes me apart.

His hands are everywhere, fingers gripping my thighs, pinning me against the bed, his mouth tracing every inch of bare skin like he's branding me.

And I love it.

I love the sharp edge in his voice, the weight of his body pressing me down, the way his breath stutters when I gasp his name.

I love the way he loses control.

And when I arch beneath him, trembling, completely undone, he leans down, presses his forehead to mine, and whispers,

"Mine."

I shudder, breath hitching, already aching for more.

I'm wrecked, gasping, staring at the ceiling while Yoongi presses lazy kisses down my spine, finally satisfied.

The next morning, when we meet up with the rest of them for breakfast before work, Yoongi looks so much calmer-relaxed in a way he hasn't been all week.

Tae, noticing this, grins.
He leans in, voice teasing, eyes full of mischief.

"Hyung," he purrs. "You look like you had a very good night."

Yoongi, sipping his coffee, doesn't even flinch. He just smirks.

"Oh, I did." He sets the cup down, glancing at me. "Didn't I, baby?"

My entire face erupts into flames.

Tae laughs.
Jin oppa nearly spits out his drink.
Joon just smirks knowingly.

Tae, thoroughly entertained, leans closer.

"Hyung," he whispers, eyes glinting. "Should I send more?"

Yoongi exhales slowly, shaking his head.
"Do it, and I'll make sure you're the one struggling to walk next time."

And that's the moment Tae stops laughing.

Jin Oppa wheezes.
Namjoon nearly chokes.
I just bury my face in my hands.

Tae, blushing, blinks.

Yoongi, ever so calm, just sips his coffee.
"Try me," he says simply.

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Yoongi's POV

I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take.

Every morning. Every night.
For more than a week.

Without fail, Taehyung had sent me something that made my head spin and my body burn.

I had tried to ignore it. I really had. But Taehyung was relentless.

And worse-his words lingered. They burrowed deep into my mind, creeping in at the worst possible moments.

Like now.

My grip on the steering wheel was too tight, jaw clenched as I pulled up in front of Y/N's apartment.

I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the heat Taehyung had left simmering under my skin.