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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

The warmth of her under my palms makes my pulse skyrocket.

I break away only to nip at her jaw, her neck, sucking just hard enough to leave my mark. She moans, her body arching into me, and that sound shoots straight to my core.

"Fuck," I mutter, dragging my lips back up to hers, kissing her even deeper, like I could devour her whole.

She tugs at my hair, making me groan against her mouth. My body presses into hers, our breathing ragged, the heat between us unbearable.

"You're insatiable," she murmurs against my lips.

I smirk, kissing her again, slow and deep. "And you love it."

She does.
And I have no plans of stopping.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send a shiver down my spine.

My body is on fire, every nerve buzzing with the need to feel more of her, to claim her the way Taehyung has been teasing me all day, for the past weekz-driving me out of my fucking mind.

I press her harder against the wall, grinding against her, swallowing the gasp that escapes her lips. She feels so fucking good under me, soft and warm and so damn willing.

"Yoongi," she breathes against my mouth, her voice a mix of amusement and desire.

She knows exactly what this is.

She knows what Taehyung did to me-how he left me hanging, wound so tight I could barely think straight. And she's reveling in it.

"Don't-" I cut myself off with a groan when she rolls her hips against mine, her lips ghosting over mine, teasing. "Don't play with me right now, Y/N."

She grins, wicked and knowing. "But you like it when I play."

I curse under my breath, my fingers digging into her hips. "Not tonight."

Then I take.

I capture her mouth again, this time with no hesitation, no teasing-just pure, raw hunger. My tongue slides against hers, my hands roaming with purpose, pulling her closer, closer, never close enough.

She moans into the kiss, her body arching into mine, and I lose myself in the taste of her.

I slide my hands under her thighs, gripping tight as I lift her off the ground. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I turn, carrying her through the apartment like I own the place-like I own her.

She laughs breathlessly, the sound muffled as I kiss her again, barely making it to the couch before I drop onto it with her straddling my lap.

Her hands are everywhere-sliding under my shirt, tracing the lines of my torso, nails dragging along my skin just enough to drive me insane.

I curse again, my head falling back as she leans down, her lips pressing to my jaw, my throat. My grip on her hips tightens, guiding her against me, making her feel just how wrecked I am for her.

"Yoongi," she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin.

I snap.

I pull her back up, crashing our lips together in a kiss so deep, so desperate, I can barely breathe. I don't care. I don't need air-I need her.

And I'm going to take every damn inch she's willing to give me.

Her fingers slip under my shirt, dragging along my skin, setting fire to every nerve she touches.

My breath stutters as she traces slow, deliberate patterns, her nails scraping just enough to make me shiver. She feels what she's doing to me-feels the way my body reacts to her touch-and she loves it.