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

Chapter 69: Thirst Trap Warfare 🔥

With a low growl, I grabbed her hips and rolled them against me, harder this time, making her gasp as the friction ignited something wicked between us.

"Fuck, Y/N," I groaned, dragging my lips along her throat, biting softly before soothing the spot with my tongue.

Her hands tangled in my hair, a soft whimper escaping her.

And then-
*BANG! BANG!*

A loud knock against the car window made us both freeze.

Y/N gasped, eyes wide as she turned her head.

I groaned against her shoulder, already dreading whatever-or whoever-was outside.

With a sinking feeling, I turned my head.

And there, standing with her arms crossed, an amused smirk on her face, was Yeona.

I clenched my jaw. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Y/N scrambled off my lap, hastily fixing her skirt as she reached for the window controls.

As soon as it lowered, Yeona leaned in, resting her arms on the door.

"Well, good morning, lovebirds," she chirped, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Having fun?"

Y/N coughed, flustered. "Yeona-what are you doing here?"

Yeona gave her a pointed look. "Oh, you mean aside from trying to drag your ass inside because your meeting got moved to eight and you're officially late?"

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait-what?!"

Yeona rolled her eyes, pulling out Y/N's phone. "You weren't answering, so I checked. Seven missed calls, Y/N. Seven."

I cursed under my breath.

Y/N groaned. "Oh my God."

Yeona patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Sorry, man," she said, barely holding back her laughter. "Didn't mean to cockblock you."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Yeah, sure you didn't."

As Y/N bolted inside, Yeona smirked. "Better luck next time, loverboy."

I sighed, thumping my head back against the seat.

This is definitely Taehyung's fault.

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The morning had been pure torture.

Not because of the endless meetings or the back-to-back discussions about LoveMap's next rollout.

No, I could handle all that. That was easy.

The real problem was Y/N.

She had been teasing me all morning-touching me more times than necessary, her fingers brushing mine as she passed a report, her knee nudging against mine under the conference table, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper every time she spoke too close to my ear.

At first, I thought she was just messing with me, maybe pulling the same stunt as Taehyung had put me through with his damn thirst traps and seductive texts.

But then I noticed it-the way she bit her lip when she thought I wasn't looking, the way her thighs pressed together as she shifted in her seat.

The lingering touches, the slight hitch in her breath whenever I got too close.

She wasn't just teasing me.

She was suffering, too.

Because of me.