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

Chapter 125: Breached, but Not Broken 🔥

He kisses me again, deeper this time, hungrily, tongue meeting mine in slow, deliberate strokes that make my thighs tremble around his waist.

"Need to feel you," he whispers into my mouth, voice thick with heat and restraint.

"Then take me," I breathe.

His breath stutters. He peels my shirt off slowly, reverently, and I shiver at the sudden brush of cool air against my skin.

He leans forward, lips brushing along the curve of my chest, his tongue flicking at the edge of my bra before his mouth closes around me through the fabric.

"Ahh-Yoongi, please-"

He groans as he opens the clasp of my bra, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

one hand cupping my breast fully now, kneading gently while his mouth works the other, licking and sucking my nipple with so much aching tenderness I can barely stay upright.

We're a mess of moans and breathless gasps

"Mmm-ahh-Yoongi... nghh-"

our bodies clinging, clutching, craving.

We stay locked together, every touch more urgent, more raw, more us.

I rock my hips against him, desperate, pulsing with need.

He meets me halfway, grinding up into me with slow, heavy rolls of his hips that make my whole body throb with want.

His forehead drops to my chest, lips trailing kisses along my sternum as we move together, the friction sending wave after wave of tension through my core.

"I want you so bad," he rasps. "Been thinking about this for days."

"Then have me," I whisper into his hair.

"All of me."

He stills, just for a beat-hands gripping my hips as he meets my gaze. His eyes are blown wide, dark and reverent.

And then he kisses me like he means to burn the world down.

and there's only the sound of skin meeting skin, whispered names, and the sacred way two soulmates fall apart together-just to piece each other back whole again.

His hand moves to my waist with a sudden urgency-fingers trembling slightly as they grip the band of my shorts, dragging them down with aching slowness.

His breath stutters when he sees how ready I am, how desperately I want him.

"You're so-" he exhales sharply, unable to finish. His lips find my neck again, trailing fire down the column of my throat.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug, and he groans as the fabric falls away, his cock pressing against my thigh.

He's hard, hot, trembling-waiting.

My panties shift to the side, and the brush of his cock against my folds made me cry out softly

"Ahh-Jagi..."

Every moan is drawn out of me with purpose as his fingers slides inside of me faster and faster until the traces of my wetness drip from his fingers.

"Ahh... yes... fuck! Yoongi! "

He shudders beneath me. "God, the way you say my name..."

We keep going-kissing, touching, breathing, his fingers inside me swirling, wrapped in each other like armor.

"Tell me," he whispers, voice rough. "Tell me you want this."

"I want you," I breathe. "Now. Please-"