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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

"Let's check how ready you are for me, shall we?"

he pushes two of his fingers in as I gasp and shudder, my hand blocking my screams as pleasure reaps inside me.

He smirks against me as he adds another finger inside, and relentlessly slides in and out while his tongue continously laps my clit.

"You look so fucking good aein, crying for me like that"

I whimper as his fingers slides in and out faster, deeper until he hits it.

"Oh, shit-Jin oppa-fuck-"

He groans against me, the vibrations making me cry out, my entire body trembling.

He eats me like he's been waiting forever. Fingering me so fast, so deep while his tounge still continously flicking my clit and sucking.

Like he's starving.
Like he's never going to stop.

"Fuck-" Jin oppa groans, the sound muffled against my heat, his body trembling, his fingers slick and buried deep inside me.

His other hand grips my thigh so tightly it's almost bruising, holding me open, still, at his mercy.

"So fucking tight. So fucking perfect-"

he curses, voice low, wrecked, shaking. His breath is hot, uneven against my core as his fingers thrust harder, faster.

I let out a broken whimper, back arching, my body spiraling, tightening, unraveling.

"Aein, I need to hear you," he groans, voice wrecked with need.

His tongue drags over my swollen, aching clit before he sucks-hard.

"Let me hear you fall apart for me."

A sob tears from my throat.

"O-Oh... Oppa... please... I c-can't-"

Oppa growls, low and dangerous, his fingers slamming into me deeper, hitting that spot, that unbearable, devastating spot.

"Oh, you will, baby. You fucking will."

I shatter.

My entire body locks up, trembles, breaks apart.

A wrecked, high-pitched moan rips from my throat as the pleasure crashes through me, white-hot and all-consuming.

Jin oppa groans into me, filthy and wrecked, as if he's feeling it, as if he's unraveling right along with me.

His fingers slow, easing me down, his mouth placing one last, lingering kiss against my swollen heat before he pulls away.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he's on me-his mouth crashing against mine, his tongue sliding in, letting me taste myself on him.

I whimper, melting into him, but then-
I feel it.

His body-trembling. His hands-shaking. His chest-rising and falling in rapid, uneven gasps.

I pull back just enough to look at him.

Jin oppa looks ruined.

His forehead rests against mine, his eyes dark, wild, barely holding on.

"Aein..." he rasps, voice so deep, so hoarse, so fucking gone.

And then-
His hips press into mine, and I feel it-
How hard he is.

How much he's holding back. How much he fucking needs this.

His jaw clenches.
His grip on my waist tightens.

And his next words come out like a low, desperate growl.