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

Chapter 71: The Softest Claim 🔥

I feel him everywhere, the heat of him surrounding me, inside me.

I still feel full, stretched, but the overwhelming intensity is slowly shifting into something else-something warmer, something better.

"I..." I swallow hard, tilting my head so my lips brush against his. "I think-I think I'm okay now."

Yoongi hyung pulls back slightly, eyes searching mine. "You sure?"

I nod, exhaling softly. "Yeah."

His gaze lingers on me for a moment longer, making sure, before he leans down, kissing me deeply-slow and thorough, like he's tasting every inch of me.

And then, carefully, so carefully, he moves.

It's gentle at first, just a slow, testing roll of his hips, and I feel it, the way he drags against me, the slight shift of pressure.

My breath stutters, my hands gripping his shoulders, but it doesn't hurt. Not anymore.

Yoongi hyung watches me, taking in every reaction, every little change in my expression. "Still okay?"

I nod quickly. "Yeah."

He exhales softly, one hand sliding down to my waist, holding me steady as he pulls back just slightly before sinking in again, easing into a slow, steady rhythm.

The stretch is still there, but it's different now, shifting into something deeper, something that sends heat curling low in my stomach.

My breath catches, my legs instinctively tightening around his waist, urging him closer.

Yoongi Hyung groans, his fingers pressing into my hips.

"Fuck! Jagi-," he murmurs, voice thick. "You're so tight."

His words send a shiver through me, heat pooling under my skin.

He sounds wrecked already, like he's barely holding on, and the thought of undoing him the way he's undoing me makes something inside me snap.

I roll my hips up into him, experimentally, and the sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers tighten their grip, makes me ache for more.

Yoongi hyung swears under his breath, dropping his forehead against mine. "Tae-Jagiya..."

"More," I whisper, breathless. "Please, hyung."

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before opening them again, his gaze dark, burning.

Then he gives me more.

His movements become more fluid, his pace slightly faster-but still gentle, still careful.

Every push, every roll of his hips is measured, like he's making sure he doesn't overwhelm me.

But the feeling of him, the slow drag, the way he fits inside me, the deep heat curling in my belly-I need more.

I whimper, arching into him, my nails scraping lightly down his back. "Hyung-"

His breath shudders, and he leans down, kissing me hard as his pace picks up, his hips rolling deeper, finding a rhythm that makes pleasure shoot up my spine.

I feel it now-the fullness, the stretch, the slow, steady pleasure building with every thrust.

It's new, unfamiliar, but Oh God I've never felt this good, and I cling to him, chasing it, needing him to take me further.

Yoongi hyung groans into my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening.

"You feel so fucking good, Jagiya. So perfect. So hot. All mine."