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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

He walks us straight to the bed, lowering me onto the mattress, and even as my back hits the sheets, I don't let go.

I won't let go.

Yoongi hyung hovers over me, bracing himself on his forearms, his body heat sinking into mine.

His breath is warm against my lips, his eyes scanning my face like he's memorizing every expression, every reaction.

"Tae," he murmurs, voice softer now, steadier. "Are you sure?"

I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

I reach up, fingers trailing along his jaw, over the shape of his lips. He doesn't move, just lets me touch him, lets me look at him like I'm starving for him-because I am.

I smile, small but sure. "Hyung," I whisper, fingers curling into his hair. "I've never wanted anything more."

Hyung exhales slowly, his eyes darkening, something shifting in them, something possessive.

Then he takes me again, his lips crushing into mine, and I surrender completely.

Soft, slow, deliberate-his kisses were with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.

He doesn't rush, doesn't push. He just takes his time, letting me breathe, letting me feel him, letting me sink into him.

And I do.

I melt beneath him, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer even though there's barely any space left between us.

My heart is pounding so hard I think he might hear it, my skin burning from the weight of his body against mine.

He's so careful with me.

His hands-big, strong, always so sure-skim down my sides, barely touching, like he's giving me every opportunity to stop this if I want to.

But I don't. I never could.

I need him.

And I know he needs me too.

Yoongi hyung pulls back just slightly, his breath warm against my lips. His thumb brushes along my cheek, his eyes scanning my face, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.

"Baby," he murmurs, voice low, steady. "Tell me if anything feels wrong."

I nod, breathless. "I will."

He studies me for another second, and then he kisses me again-gentle, coaxing, like he's trying to keep me grounded.

Like he knows I'm trembling under him, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of it all.

He moves slowly, lips trailing down my throat, over my collarbone, taking his time learning me.

His hands explore with reverence, tracing every curve and dip of my body like he wants to commit me to memory.

I arch into him, gasping softly when his teeth scrape lightly against my skin.

He soothes the spot instantly, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss there, and I shiver beneath him.

"You okay?" he whispers, lifting his head, eyes searching mine again.

I nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah."

His lips curve into a small smile, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Good."

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

His hands slip lower, his touch slow and patient, and I feel my whole body tense-not from fear, but anticipation.