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

Chapter 85: Need like Prayer 🔥

He doesn't stop.
He doesn't pull away.

He moans, louder now, like he's proud of it. Like he lives for this.

"Fuck-baby-fuck,"

I groan, hips stuttering. I'm right there, the pressure unbearable, my whole body burning with it.

But then I pull out.

He gasps at the sudden loss, his body swaying forward as if to follow me.

"Y-Yoongi-?"

"Shh,"

I murmur darkly, dragging him up by his hair until he's kneeling. He's breathless, lips parted, flushed from head to toe, his eyes wide and confused.

"You think I'm gonna finish just like that?"

I whisper against his ear, biting down gently.

"You don't get to decide when it ends. I do."

He shivers-full-body, desperate-and I shove him onto the bed, flipping him with one hand like he weighs nothing.

He lands on his back, chest heaving, legs spread instinctively.

I climb over him slowly, crawling like a predator, hovering over his ruined, panting body.

My hand closes around his throat, not tight, just enough to make his breath catch.

"You're mine, Jagi," I whisper, staring into him.

"And tonight, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He whimpers beneath me, eyes wet, mouth trembling with need.

"Please," he breathes. "Take me."

Oh, I will.
I'm going to consume him.

He's beneath me, all flushed skin and frantic breath, pupils wide and wild as if he's already drunk on me.

I watch him writhe, every twitch of his hips a silent plea.

I press the head of my cock against him-just barely.

Not entering.
Just teasing.

Dragging the tip up and down, slow, maddening.

He gasps. "Yoongi-please-"

My grip tightens on his thighs. I don't move.
I lean in close, lips brushing his ear.

"Oh, I know you do. That's why I'm not giving it to you yet."

He lets out a choked moan, his hands fisting the sheets. I push in just a little, the smallest stretch, and then stop again. His whole body arches.

"Fuck-Yoongi-please, fuck me, don't tease-"

"I'll do what I want with what's mine,"

I growl, voice thick, low, dangerous.

"And you are mine, aren't you?"

"Yes," he gasps, "yes, I'm yours, I'm yours-"

I slam into him without warning.

His scream tears through the room.
It's desperate-raw.

His entire body arches like he's been struck by lightning, back curving as he gasps and claws at the sheets.

"Fuck-Yoongi-"

I don't give him a second to catch his breath.

I stay buried in him, not moving yet, just there-deep, thick, full-watching as he trembles around me.