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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

"You're so easy to wind up," she teases, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth.

I growl low in my throat, snapping my hips up against hers, making her gasp.

My hands grip her thighs, keeping her pressed tight against me as I smirk up at her. "And you're playing a dangerous game."

Her smile is all challenge. "Am I?"

Then she rolls her hips again, slow and torturous, and my grip tightens, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.

A curse slips from my lips, my control hanging by a thread as she leans down, lips grazing over my jaw, my throat.

"You should be thanking Taehyung," she murmurs, nipping at my skin. "He got you all worked up for me."

A sharp exhale leaves me, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her even closer.

"You think I can't handle both of you?" My voice is rough, low, thick with want.

Her lips curve against my neck. "Oh, I know you can."

That's it. That's the last thread of restraint snapping.

I shift, flipping her onto her back on the couch, caging her beneath me. Her breath catches, eyes darkening as I hover over her, pressing my body against hers in a way that leaves no space, no doubt about how far gone I am.

"I don't think you understand," I murmur, dipping down, dragging my lips along the line of her throat, kissing, sucking, marking.

"All night, Tae's been teasing me-touching, whispering, making me fucking wait." I bite down gently, relishing the way she gasps, fingers tightening in my hair. "And now you want to tease me too?"

She exhales shakily, her amusement giving way to something darker, deeper. "Yoongi..."

My hands slide under her shirt, pushing it up, my fingers splaying against her bare skin. "You're mine too, you know," I mutter, meeting her gaze, my lips brushing against hers. "And I'm done waiting."

Then I kiss her-hard. A kiss that's messy, deep, and all-consuming.

A kiss that's meant to erase any distance, any thoughts of anything but this.

She melts into me, her hands pulling me closer, her body arching beneath mine, giving in to the fire that's been simmering between us all night.

I drink her in, every breath, every moan, every delicious sound she makes. My body presses her into the cushions, claiming every inch of space between us.

She's under me, against me, with me, and fuck-I never want to stop.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I let her take as much as she wants.

I'm lost in her, in the heat of her body, in the way she moves beneath me-needy, eager, just as hungry as I am. I suck at her bottom lip before pulling away, watching her breathless expression as I trace my fingers along her side, dragging my hand down her thigh.

Her eyes flutter open, dark and heavy-lidded with desire. "You're insatiable," she breathes, voice thick and teasing.

I smirk, thumb stroking slow, lazy circles against her bare skin. "And whose fault is that?"

She laughs, tilting her head against the cushions. "Tae's?"

I groan, letting my head drop to her shoulder for a second. "Fuck, you have no idea." I trail a few kisses along her neck, still catching my breath. "He spent the entire date torturing me."