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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

He has no idea what's coming.

After dinner, we move to the couch, my arm draped lazily over the back, waiting for the perfect moment.

And then it happens-Tae leans in, just slightly, fingers ghosting over my knee like it's nothing, like he's not trying to drive me insane.

I don't hesitate.

I take.

I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in, crashing my lips against his, swallowing whatever smug remark he was about to make.

The kiss is deep, hungry-everything he's been teasing me with for weeks, thrown back at him all at once.

Tae makes a surprised noise, his body tensing for half a second before he melts into me, his hands gripping my shoulders.

His breath stutters, and fuck, that's satisfying.

I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, my fingers tightening in his shirt as I press him further into me.

When I finally pull back, just enough to let him breathe, I don't move far. His lips are red, slightly parted, his pupils blown wide as he stares at me.

I smirk. "I'm into your plan, kid."

Tae blinks, his brain still catching up. "Pla... plan?"

I chuckle, thumb brushing against his jaw. "Yeah. You think I didn't figure you out?"

My voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "You've been trying to seduce me for weeks, Tae."

His breath shudders, his fingers twitching against my shirt. "Hyung?"

I hum, leaning in to brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. "You wanted my attention? You've got it."

Then, with a smirk, I whisper against his skin, "Now let's see how you handle it."

Taehyung's breath hitches, his grip tightening in my shirt like he needs something to ground him.

I watch him, eyes half-lidded, my lips still close enough to his that I can feel the shaky exhale he lets out.

This is new for him.

He's been in control all this time-playing his little game, setting the pace, making sure we felt the heat of his touches, the weight of his stares.

He wanted to see us unravel, to see us want him before he let himself be taken.

But now?

Now he's the one unraveling.

His fingers twitch against my chest, his body tense but pliant beneath my touch, and I take my time.

I want to watch him fall apart.

"Yoongi Hyung-" His voice breaks, breathless, and fuck, I love the way he says my name like that.

I tilt my head, smirking. "Something wrong, bear cub?"

His jaw clenches, eyes flickering down to my lips before darting away just as quickly.

He swallows hard, trying to recover, to regain that teasing confidence-but I can see the way his chest rises and falls faster than before.

I brush my fingers down his throat, slow and deliberate, feeling the way he swallows beneath my touch.

My thumb lingers at his jaw, tilting his chin up just slightly, forcing him to meet my gaze.

"You've been playing with fire, you know," I murmur, voice low, thick.

His breath shudders again, and he blinks up at me, his pupils so blown that his usual sharp gaze is completely undone.