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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

She hums, threading her fingers through my hair, her voice laced with amusement. "Oh, I think I do have an idea."

I pull back, looking at her with a raised brow. "You think this is funny?"

She grins, running a hand down my chest. "A little."

I shake my head, exhaling sharply. "I should've known the two of you were conspiring against me. And jin hyung and joon are no help too."

She stretches beneath me, cat-like and smug. "You love it."

I narrow my eyes at her before rolling onto my side, bringing her with me so she's still tucked against me, our legs tangled.

"He was teasing me all night," I continue, voice lower now, more thoughtful.

"Touching me just enough to make me crazy. Wearing that ridiculous sheer shirt that I know he put on just to mess with me. And the way he was looking at me? Like he was daring me to snap and take him right there at the restaurant."

Y/N bites her lip, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You almost did, didn't you?"

I groan again, covering my face with one hand. "I thought about it. I wanted to. But he was enjoying it too much, making me wait, making me want."

I shake my head, dropping my hand to trace slow patterns on her hip. "And now I'm starting to think I know exactly what he's up to."

She tilts her head. "Oh?"

I smirk, letting my fingers drift a little lower, my voice dropping. "He's pushing me, testing how far he can take it before I break."

I press a kiss to her collarbone, speaking against her skin. "But if that's the game he wants to play... I'll just have to give him exactly what he wants."

Her breath hitches slightly, and I glance up at her, my smirk deepening. "What?"

I murmur, trailing my lips up her neck. "You jealous?"

She lets out a breathy laugh. "Not even a little." She cups my jaw, bringing my face back to hers. "I just really want to see how that turns out."

I chuckle, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring the way she sighs into it.

I'm totally getting that brat.

Tae thinks he's being subtle, thinks he's playing this slow, careful game of seduction, testing how far he can push before one of us finally snaps.

He's been at it for weeks-and I've been losing my patience.

Alright.

If that's how he wants to play this...

I glance down at Y/N, my fingers brushing absentmindedly along her side as the pieces click together in my mind.

She watches me, waiting, because she already knows I'm coming up with something.

A slow smirk tugs at my lips.

"Alright," I murmur. "If he wants to seduce me, let's see what happens when I turn the tables."

Her eyes gleam with curiosity. "Details, Mr. Min"

I hum. "I'll have us hang out. Just me and him."

"And?"

I chuckle, my voice dropping lower, darker. "And I'm going to give him exactly what he's been asking for."

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The next evening, I watch Taehyung from across my dining table, hiding my smirk behind a sip of wine.

He's got that same teasing look in his eyes, the same slow, careful movements, like he's leading me into something.