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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

"Where were we?"

I shiver, my fingers gripping his sweater, pulling him closer.

His lips graze my jaw, trailing lower, teasing, barely touching.

I whimper, arching into him, my legs instinctively parting, wrapping around his waist.

A sharp exhale. His hands tighten.

"Jin oppa...please.." I breathe.

His gaze flickers to mine. His jaw clenches.

"Say that again."

My breath catches.
I lick my lips, voice barely a whisper.

"Oppa... please."

His control snaps.
And then-
His mouth is on mine.

And this time, there's nothing soft, nothing slow, nothing held back.

Just heat.
Just need.
Just us.

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

Jin oppa doesn't waste a single second.

His hands grip the hem of his sweater, yanking it over his head in one swift motion before his fingers move to the waistband of his pants-

And then-
He's bare.
Every inch of him.

I barely have time to take him in, barely have time to breathe before his hands are on me again, shoving my top up, over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him.

His lips crash into mine, hungry, desperate, swallowing my gasp as his hands immediately find my breasts.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groans, palming me roughly, kneading, teasing, worshiping.

His thumbs flick over my hardened peaks, his palms squeezing, his grip possessive, consuming.

I let out a shaky whimper, my back arching, my lips parting against his.

"O-oppa-"

"So fucking perfect, Aein,"

he murmurs, voice low and wrecked as he trails his tongue over my throat, my collarbone, lower-

His lips close around one peak.

I cry out, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as he sucks, bites, licks, his free hand rolling the other peak between his fingers.

"Oh-God-Oppa-"

My voice trembles as a gasp escapes me, my hips jerking against him.

His tongue circles, teases, before his teeth graze the sensitive bud.

I shudder, whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist as his free hand glides down, lower, lower-

His fingers find the soaked fabric between my legs.

He stills.
Then-he laughs, dark and sinful.

"Fuck. You're dripping."

I let out a breathless moan, my thighs trembling as I grind into his hand.

Jin oppa growls, his hands yanking my underwear down in one swift motion, pulling them off, tossing them aside.

"I need you."

Then-His hands glide over my bare skin, warm, possessive, exploring every curve, every dip, before his fingers part me, stroke me, tease me.

A low, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest.