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

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

"Goddamn-" He groans as he latches onto a nipple, sucking hard.

"Oppa-!" I cry out, my back arching, my fingers fisting into his hair, holding him there, needing more, needing everything.

And then-his mouth is on me again.

Hot. Wet. Starving.

His lips latch onto the other peak, his tongue swirling, teasing, torturing, while his free hand grips my hip, fingers digging into my skin like he can't get enough.

He moans against me, the sound sending heat straight to my core.

"Fuck," he groans, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard, making me cry out.

I squirm, thighs clenching around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding up against him as my fingers thread through his soft, thick hair.

His hands roam, squeeze, claim, moving lower, his thumbs brushing my hip bones, teasing my waistband.

He bites down on my nipple.

I whimper, shudder, pressing my thighs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, continously grinding against his hardness.

His jaw tightens, his grip, hard and claiming.

"You're fucking killing me, Aein." His voice is barely human now, low and rough and absolutely fucking gone.

He pulls away, eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown, lips swollen, chest heaving.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings.

"Lift up."

I obey-without question.

And he yanks them off in one swift, ruthless motion.

The fabric barely hits the counter before his eyes darken completely, taking in my soaked panties.

His gaze darkens.

His jaw tightens.

Then-he smirks.

It's a slow, dangerous, filthy thing that makes my core clench so fucking hard.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice full of wicked admiration, his fingers trailing up my inner thighs, teasing, exploring.

"Shit-" he groans, rubbing a thumb over the soaked fabric, pressing against my heat, feeling how wet I am for him.

I whimper, hips jerking.

He lets out a low chuckle-but it's dark, sinful, ruined.

"Pretty." His voice is low, rough, dripping with possession.

"All Fucking soaked for me."

I shudder, my fingers clutching his sweater, trembling, aching.

"Jin oppa, please-"

Before I can finish-
He swipes the fabric of my underwear to the side and his mouth laches on me.

A strangled, wrecked moan tears from my throat.

"Oh my god-"

He groans, loud, deep, fucking wrecked, his arms wrapping around my thighs, holding me open for him as he devours me.

"Fuck-" he murmurs, pressing deeper, his tongue teasing, flicking, sucking.

"You're so fucking sweet."

I whimper, grinding against his mouth, needing more.

His fingers teasing my heat while his tongue slides into me, curling, teasing, exploring.