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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

His lips part slightly, his fingers twitching against my chest.

For a second, I think he might hesitate.

Afraid that I'm pushing him too much-that maybe this is just something he wanted to test, to see how far he could push before one of us broke.

But then his hands move, sliding up my arms, over my shoulders, pulling me down so our foreheads touch.

His breath fans against my lips, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet but sure.

"I've never wanted anything more."

I suck in a sharp breath.

And that's it.

That's all I need.

I kiss him again-slowly this time, deep and deliberate, letting him feel everything I've been holding back.

My hands slide down his sides, over every inch of warm, waiting skin. His fingers tangle in my hair, his body arching into mine, like he's giving himself over to me completely.

And fuck-

I'm going to take all of him

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Taehyung's POV

Yoongi hyung kisses me like he means it.

Like he's taking me, unraveling me piece by piece, and I can't do anything but let him.

I've wanted this-him-for so long.

I don't even know when it started.

Maybe it was the first time I saw the way he looks at Y/N noona, that quiet devotion in his eyes.

Maybe when he gave me the bear or when he started looking at me affectionately or protecting me, looking out for me in his own way.

Maybe it was the way he speaks, voice low and full of weight, every word carefully chosen.

Or maybe it's just him-the way he moves, the way he is.

Sharp mind, lazy smirk, quiet confidence.

Hands that can either create something beautiful or destroy with a single touch.

And right now, those hands are on me.

I feel him everywhere-his lips, his breath, his fingers trailing down my sides, setting my skin on fire.

He's so close, so solid, pressing me into the couch, his weight grounding me, owning me in a way I never knew I needed.

And then, without breaking the kiss, Yoongi hyung moves.

His hands slide down to my thighs, gripping hard, and suddenly, I'm off the couch, lifted into his arms like I weigh nothing.

I barely have time to react before he's walking, carrying me effortlessly through his apartment, mouth still on mine, like he can't stop kissing me, like he doesn't want to.

My heart is pounding.

I think I might be shaking.

I pull back just slightly, breathless, my arms wrapped around his shoulders.

His face is so close, his eyes dark, his lips swollen from kissing me, and fuck-he's so beautiful.

I've always known that Yoongi hyung is beautiful. But like this-because of me?

I'm gone.

His bedroom door swings open, and then we're inside.

The room is dimly lit, smelling faintly of him-clean, warm, a little bit like that musky cologne he always wears.