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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

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I shriek, shoving Jin oppa away as sheer panic floods through me.

Oppa stumbles back, cursing under his breath, his chest heaving, pupils blown, his hands instinctively covering the very obvious bulge pressing against his pants.

My brain barely functions, my entire body still thrumming with heat, my completely bare chest still exposed, nipples flushed and wet from his mouth as I scramble for the nearest piece of fabric.

And standing in the doorway-grinning like the absolute menaces they are-

Taehyung, Namjoon, and Yoongi.

Their grins die.
They pause.

A beat of silence.

And then-Tae tilts his head, completely unfazed, his eyes flickering between me and Jin before grinning.

"Oh. Nice."

Namjoon?

Namjoon-bless his dumbass soul-just stares. Mouth slightly open.

Breathing? Unconfirmed.

He is not fine.

His entire face turns red as his gaze drops to my very bare chest and wet nipples-then snaps back up so fast I'm worried he'll give himself whiplash.

His Adam's apple bobs.
His jaw tightens.

And then-
His hands fist at his sides, like he's physically holding himself back.

Except-I follow his line of sight-
And I see it.

The very, very visible outline of his rapidly forming bulge in his pants.

Oh.

Oh.

My lips part slightly, my own breath catching as heat floods my body all over again.

Namjoon, realizing-slaps both hands over his crotch and spins around so fast he nearly trips over his own feet.

"F-FUCK-" he chokes out, his ears so red they could be a hazard light.

Tae, who was about to make a snarky comment, pauses mid-laugh-Then immediately zeroes in on Joon, grinning like a devil.

"Oh?"

Yoongi, ever perceptive, flicks his gaze downward-Sees.

Then smirks, his voice silkily amused.
"Joon," he muses. "Did you just-"

Namjoon lets out a strangled noise, tilting his head back toward the ceiling, cursing under his breath.

"I AM TRYING TO BE RESPECTFUL."

Yoongi just snorts, arms crossed, entirely amused. "Well, this escalated."

I yelp, grabbing the discarded dish towel from the counter and pressing it against my chest, my face burning.

"KNOCK, YOU FUCKING MENACES-"

Tae just grins, stepping forward with absolutely zero shame.

"Noona, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. God you are just so fucking beautiful, I can never get enough of seeing the twins"

My face is flaming, my entire body still aching from the pleasure that had just been ripped away from me.

"WHAT THE HELL TAEHYUNG!" I yell, still breathless, my voice breaking on the last syllable.

Jin oppa makes a strangled noise in his throat, palms still covering his problem, glaring at Tae like he's about to throw him out the window.

Tae's eyes flicker lower, toward Oppa's... situation, and then he grins wider.