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

Chapter 71: The Softest Claim 🔥

I moan softly at his words, my body burning, my heart racing. "Don't stop."

And fuck-he doesn't.

Yoongi hyung keeps moving, his rhythm slow but deep, his body pressing me further into the mattress with every roll of his hips.

His hands stay firm on my waist, holding me in place, keeping me steady as he rocks into me, never going too fast, never pushing too much.

He's so careful with me, even now-even as his breath turns ragged, as his body trembles with restraint.

I can feel how much he's holding himself back, how much he wants me but refuses to let his own need take over.

I've never had someone touch me like this before.

Like I'm something precious.

Like I matter.

I arch into him, my fingers dragging over his back, feeling the tense muscles beneath my hands, the warmth of his skin.

His breath stutters at the touch, and I realize-he's just as affected as I am.

"Hyung," I whisper, my lips brushing against his jaw. "please, I want more.."

He groans softly, pressing again his forehead against mine.

"Tae... I don't.. I don't want to hurt you"

"Please, hyung," I breathe, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

"I want to feel all of you."

Yoongi exhales sharply, his grip on me tightening. "You're gonna kill me," he murmurs, kissing me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, slow and possessive.

And then he gives me more.

He pulls back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time, and I feel it-feel the stretch, the delicious drag, the slow burn of pleasure curling in my stomach.

My breath catches, my nails digging into his shoulders, and he groans at the sting, thrusting just a little harder.

I gasp, pleasure spiking up my spine, and Yoongi hyung stills immediately, his eyes searching mine.

"Jagi? Baby?" His voice is gentle, careful. "Too much?"

I shake my head quickly, my body burning with the need for him to keep going.

"No, fuck, no-so good."

His lips part slightly, his pupils blown wide as he watches me.

And then, like something in him finally snaps, he moves.

Not rough, not rushed-but with more purpose, more intent.

Every thrust is deep, precise, hitting a spot inside me that makes me gasp, my back arching, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

"Fuck," Yoongi hyung breathes, his hands sliding under my thighs, lifting me just slightly, changing the angle. "You take me so well, baby."

His words send heat rushing through me, my entire body trembling beneath him. "Hyung-"

He leans down, kissing me again, swallowing my moans as his hips roll into mine, slow and devastating.

I can't think-I can only feel him.

The way he's stretching me, filling me, how deeply he's inside me, the way his hands move over my body, grounding me, owning me.

I never knew it could feel like this.

Like I'm falling apart and being put back together at the same time.

Yoongi hyung groans softly, pressing his forehead against mine. "You okay, jagiya?"