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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

Not when every part of me feels like I'm exactly where I belong.

It's only when we finally break apart, breathless, foreheads pressed together, that the moment settles.

Jin oppa exhales a shaky laugh, eyes still half-lidded as he finally glances at his phone.

I grab mine too.

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Jin.

My heart stutters.

Jin oppa looks at the notification, then at me.

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Y/N.

And then-he grins, shaking his head.

"Well," he murmurs, voice low and amused, "guess they finally caught up."

My chest tightens, emotions so full, so overwhelming.

I cup his cheek, whispering softly,
"I love you, oppa."

His breath catches.
And then-he smiles.

A smile so soft, so full of love, that it undoes me completely.

"I love you too, Aein."

And then-he kisses me again.
But this time, there's no hesitation.
No restraint.

It's fire, hunger, and something far more dangerous-something that feels like possession.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me against him with a force that makes my breath hitch.

His body presses into mine, heat radiating from him, and I barely have time to whimper before his lips claim mine in a kiss so deep, so consuming, that it steals the air from my lungs.

Jin oppa reaches behind him, flicking off the stove with a blind sweep of his hand, never breaking contact.

There is nothing but this. Nothing but the way his mouth moves over mine, demanding, tasting, owning.

His hands slide lower, gripping my hips before gliding up beneath my sweater, fingers skimming my heated skin, tracing the dip of my spine, the soft swell of my ribs.

I gasp against his lips, and he takes advantage of it-his tongue sweeping into my mouth, deep and slow, teasing, coaxing, until I'm clutching his sweater, arching into him, needing more.

He gives it to me.

His lips leave mine only to trail along my jaw, down to my throat, his breath hot against my skin as he licks, then bites-just enough to make my knees buckle.

I whimper, tilting my head to the side, offering him more.

His response is immediate.

His tongue flicks over the spot he just marked before his lips close around it, sucking gently, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core.

"Oppa," I gasp, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging.

He groans, his hands sliding higher beneath my sweater, his thumbs brushing the curve of my breasts, teasing, testing-

I shudder, pressing closer, and his grip tightens, his teeth grazing my throat again before he captures my lips in another kiss, hot, deep, sensual.

I break away just enough to meet his gaze, my breathing uneven, my skin flushed.

His eyes are dark, half-lidded, his lips parted as he watches me with something primal, something devouring.

And then-His hands move.