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

Chapter 71: The Softest Claim 🔥

🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

Taehyung's POV

The room is quiet, filled only with the sounds of our breathing and the faint hum of the city beyond Yoongi hyung's window.

The air between us is thick-heavy with something deeper than just need.

Something warmer.
Something that makes my heart pound even harder than before.

His body is above me, against me, inside me, but he isn't moving-not yet.

He just watches me, eyes dark and searching, his breath uneven but controlled.

His fingers trace slow, reverent paths over my skin, down my ribs, over my hips, like he's memorizing every inch of me before he dares to move.

Like he's holding himself back, waiting-always waiting-until I'm ready.

His patience makes my chest ache.

I let out a shaky breath, shifting beneath him, feeling the weight of him, the warmth of his body pressing into mine.

The newness of it all makes my head spin, but Yoongi hyung is here, grounding me, his hands steady, his lips pressing soft, fleeting kisses to my cheeks, my jaw, my temple.

I can feel him trembling slightly, like restraint is its own kind of battle, like he wants to take, to claim, to lose himself in me-but not before he knows I'm okay.

His hands cradling my face like I'm something fragile.

Like if he moves too fast, he'll break me.

And maybe I am a little fragile right now.

My body is still adjusting, still learning how to take him.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs, voice thick with something tender, something unshakable.

The words seep into my skin, settle deep in my bones, warm and reassuring.

I exhale, my fingers tightening in his hair, and he hums, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just below my ear.

"Talk to me, Jagi," he whispers, and fuck-that new endearment nearly undoes me.

Jagi.

My heart stutters, something deep inside me uncoiling at the way he says it-soft, warm, like it belongs to me.

Like I belong to him.

His lips brush against my skin again, breath hot against my ear. "Tell me how you feel."

I force myself to take a breath, focusing on the new endearment that came out of his lips.

Jagi.

He's never called me that, my heart hammering in my chest from the affection and endearment.