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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

Yoongi hyung notices immediately.

He stops.

His hands don't move, his lips don't press further into my skin.

He just waits, his breathing even, his body warm and steady above mine.

I force myself to relax, exhaling shakily. "I just... I've never....with a guy-"

"I know," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. His thumb strokes over my hip in slow, soothing circles.

"We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

I shake my head. "I am."

And I mean it.

I want this. I want him.

Yoongi hyung studies me for another long moment, and then he leans down and kisses me-so deep, so sweet, it nearly makes me dizzy.

"Okay," he breathes against my lips. "We'll go slow."

And he does.

Everything he does is careful-every touch, every movement, every brush of his lips against my skin.

He never rushes, never lets his own need overpower the care in his hands.

Every kiss, every touch-it's all slow, careful, intentional. Like he's savoring me, mapping out every inch of my body before he even thinks of taking things further.

I can feel his restraint, the way his fingers tremble slightly as they slide over my skin.

He wants me-I can feel it in the way his breath comes out uneven, in the way his body presses so solidly against mine-but he's holding himself back.

He's being gentle.

And it's driving me insane.

I arch into him, gasping softly as his lips trail down my throat, across my collarbone, down to my chest.

His hands follow, skimming over my ribs, my sides, exploring me like I'm something precious.

Like I matter.

I've never felt so wanted before.

"Hyung," I breathe, my fingers tightening in his hair as his mouth moves lower, teasing. "Please."

He hums against my skin, amused. "Patience, baby."

I groan, letting my head fall back against the pillows. "You're killing me."

Yoongi hyung chuckles softly, but his touch becomes firmer, his lips more insistent as they trail lower, setting fire to every inch of my body.

His hands spread my thighs, slow and steady, and I shiver as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, working me up so much that I can barely think.

I don't even realize I'm trembling until he looks up at me, eyes dark and searching. His hands slide back up, grounding me, soothing.

"Tae, baby" he murmurs, his voice softer now. "Relax."

I exhale shakily, nodding. "I-I'm okay."

He watches me carefully for another second, then leans forward, kissing me deeply, his hands slipping beneath my thighs, lifting me just slightly as he settles between them.

The shift in position makes my breath catch.

I know what's coming.

And suddenly, I feel small beneath him-small in the best way, like I'm handing myself over to him completely, trusting him to take me, to be careful with me.