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

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    || BTS x Reader Poly Soulmates || In a world where soulmates are confirmed with algorithms, can human connection still thrive? It's 2025, the LoveMap App promises to revolutionize how we find love. Based on intricate data, emotional intelligence, a...

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    Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

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    "Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you."
    "Now."
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    Before I can react, he snatches my sweater off the floor, yanks it over my head, and pulls it down roughly-not even letting me adjust it properly before he's grabbing my bra and leggings straight off the counter.
    With his teeth.
    "JIN OPPA-" 
    I shriek, giggling as he hauls me up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
    My laughter echoes through the cabin as he marches out of the kitchen, my bra and leggings still dangling from his teeth like a goddamn trophy.
    Then-
    We pass them.
    Yoongi. Namjoon. Taehyung.
    All three are seated at the dining table, their chopsticks frozen mid-air, their expressions slowly morphing into pure horror as they watch Jin oppa casually stroll past with me flailing over his shoulder.
    "Fix your own dinners, idiots."
    Oppa's tone is unbothered, unapologetic, downright smug.
    The room is dead silent.
    A single grain of rice falls from Tae's chopsticks.
    Then-
    "YOU HAD SEX OVER OUR DINNER?!"
    Tehyung's voice cracks.
    Yoongi, eyes narrowing, gestures aggressively at the kitchen. 
    "That is where we cook, hyung! WHERE WE EAT!"
    Namjoon?
    Joon just stares at his kimchi.
    "...Did you-did you at least wash your hands?"
    "NAMJOON."
    Jin, unfazed, snickers against my stomach, adjusting me on his shoulder as he heads for the stairs.
    "There's kimchi jjigae in the pot! We're busy!"
    The outraged chorus behind us is immediate.
    "WHAT THE FUCK, JIN HYUNG?!"
    "I CAN NEVER EAT IN THIS CABIN AGAIN."
    "FUCKING HELL, WE ARE BURNING THIS KITCHEN DOWN."
    Jin oppa just laughs, slamming the bedroom door shut behind us and tossing me onto the bed.
    
                                
    
                                    I land with a squeal, my hair splayed across the pillows, my pulse racing, skin flushed, body still aching, still wanting
                                
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
    
                                
    
                                  
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    I land with a squeal, my hair splayed across the pillows, my pulse racing, skin flushed, body still aching, still wanting.
    I barely have time to catch my breath before-Jin oppa is on me.
    Towering over me, caging me in, his arms braced on either side of my head.
    His eyes-dark. Heated.
    His voice-low, rough, dripping with hunger.
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