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

Chapter 71: The Softest Claim 🔥

"Aghh!! Shit-"

I feel the way he trembles, the way his breath stutters, the way he spills deep inside me with a low, wrecked moan.

For a moment, he stays there, his body pressed against mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

Then, slowly, he softens, his weight settling over me as his hands loosen their grip, sliding up my sides in slow, soothing strokes.

He presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder, exhaling heavily.

I can still feel him inside me, warm and full, and the thought makes something soft bloom in my chest.

Hyung lifts his head slightly, eyes heavy-lidded, his face so soft in the dim light.

His fingers brush over my cheek, and he gives me the smallest, laziest smile.

"You okay, Jagiya?" he murmurs, his voice hoarse but gentle.

I nod, still catching my breath, my hands moving up to cup his face. "Yeah."

He leans down, kissing me slowly, deeply-thoroughly.

Like he's thanking me.

Like he's telling me something he doesn't have the words for yet.

I kiss him back just as softly, my fingers threading through his hair, anchoring him to me, not ready to let go just yet.

Not now. Not ever.

Hyung doesn't pull away immediately.

He stays close, his body still pressed against mine, his breath mingling with mine as we lay tangled together, lost in the aftershocks of what just happened.

His fingers continue to trace slow, lazy patterns along my skin, grounding me, soothing me.

I can still feel him inside me, the warmth of his release deep in my body, the slight ache settling in my limbs.

But it's not uncomfortable.

If anything, it makes me feel full, complete-like something inside me that had been missing for so long had finally fallen into place.

Yoongi hyung shifts slightly, pulling out of me with a soft, careful movement.

I inhale sharply at the sensation, my body still sensitive, and he immediately presses a kiss to my temple, murmuring,

"I got you."

His hands move over me, gentle and slow, as if checking to make sure I'm okay.

He runs his fingers down my sides, across my thighs, massaging the places where he had been holding me so tightly.

His touch is warm, steady-full of quiet affection that makes my heart ache in the best way.

"Baby," he murmurs, his voice still husky from exertion. "Are you hurting?"

I shake my head, letting out a breathy chuckle. "Not hurting... Just sore."

He hums, brushing my damp hair back from my face. "I'll run a bath for you."

I blink up at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that, hyung."

Yoongi hyung raises an eyebrow, already sitting up. "I want to."

His tone is firm, so Yoongi-caring without making a big deal out of it, like this is just something he does.

And that's what gets me.

Not just the way he loves but the way he loves so naturally, so effortlessly, without needing to be asked.

I watch him slip out of bed, his bare back flexing as he stretches, and my chest aches with how much I want him.