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

Chapter 70: Held, Taken, Worshipped 🔥

I lean in, my lips barely grazing his, my voice just a whisper. "Didn't think I'd bite back, did you?"

Tae lets out a soft, breathy laugh, but it's weaker than usual-less smug, more stunned. "I mean... I hoped you would," he admits, and god, he sounds wrecked already.

I grin. "Then let me give you exactly what you wanted."

Before he can respond, I take him again, my mouth crashing into his, stealing the last of his words.

Tae gasps into the kiss, his hands finally moving, grabbing onto me properly this time-one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist, like he needs something to hold onto or he'll fall.

I don't let up.

I push forward, pressing him back against the couch, my hands sliding down his sides, gripping his hips, pulling him closer, closer.

The kiss is messy, deep, and desperate, and fuck-he tastes so fucking good.

Tae moans softly against my lips, and I swear I feel it everywhere.

His fingers curl in my hair, tugging just slightly, and I groan, pressing into him harder, letting him feel exactly how much I've been holding back.

"Fuck," he breathes, breaking away just enough to look at me. His lips are red, glossy, slightly swollen from how hard I've been kissing him.

I drag my thumb over his bottom lip, watching the way his breath catches. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

He blinks, still dazed. Then, after a second, he huffs a small laugh, his lips curling into something almost victorious. "Guess that means my plan worked."

I arch a brow. "Oh? And what exactly was your plan?"

He grins, slow and wicked, despite the way his chest still rises and falls quickly.
"Getting you to kiss me like you meant it."

I smirk, gripping his jaw and tilting his head up, my mouth brushing against his again. "Oh, bear cub" I murmur. "I'm far from done with you."

His breath stutters-just for a second-but that's all I need.

Game. Set. Match.

Taehyung is a mess beneath me-his lips red and swollen, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

His fingers clutch at my shirt, like he's afraid I'll pull away, like he needs more.

I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his body reacts to every touch, every press of my lips.

He's not teasing anymore.
He's not playing a game.

He's completely undone, staring up at me like I'm the only thing in the world he wants.

And fuck-that does something to me.

I slow down, letting my hands wander softer now, fingertips tracing over his ribs, his hips.

My lips move gently along his jaw, down his throat, savoring the way he shivers, the way his breath catches in his throat.

"Hyung," he whispers, his voice wrecked, pleading.

I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

His eyes are dark, hazy with want, but beneath it, there's something else.

Something deeper.

I exhale slowly, grounding myself, steadying myself.

"Tae," I murmur, my thumb brushing over his cheek. "Do you really want this?"