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

Chapter 76: Lines, Crossed & Unspoken 🔥

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

The air is thick, heavy, drenched in heat.

Every inch of me is burning, every nerve ending lit up, my body moving, rolling, grinding against him.

And Jin oppa?
He's wrecked.

His hands grip my waist, hard and possessive, guiding me, grounding himself, his fingers digging in like he can't take it, like he's barely holding on.

"F-fuck-"

he groans, his head tipping back, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut.

"You are so damn breathtaking-"

His voice is hoarse, broken, completely gone, his breath sharp, uneven, gasping.

I whimper, my own breath hitching, feeling every inch of him stretching me, filling me, taking me apart.

"you feel so good-in-inside me-oppa"

I cry out, my nails digging into his chest, his muscles tensing beneath my touch.

His eyes snap open, dark, hooded, burning.

"Such a goddess, Aein."

The words slam into me, sending a deep, unbearable heat curling low in my stomach, tightening, coiling, ready to snap.

I gasp, tipping my head back, rolling my hips harder, deeper, grinding against him, relishing the way his grip tightens, the way his body jerks beneath me.

"Jin-oppa-please-"

A deep, wrecked grunt tears from his throat, his hands sliding up my sides, down my back, pressing me closer, pulling me deeper.

"That's right, baby. Take what you need."

I move faster.

The rhythm turns frantic, desperate, a delicious friction building, growing, consuming us whole.

Oppa's grip on my hips tightens, unrelenting, his own hips bucking up to meet mine, matching my pace, giving me more.

"Fuck-fuck, baby-so tight-so perfect-"

he pants, his voice breaking apart, his body trembling beneath me.

I whimper, my head falling forward, our bodies moving in perfect sync, lost together, drowning.

"F-fuck, Aein-"

Jin oppa's breath stutters, his head falling back, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

A choked sob of pleasure rips from me, my body tightening, burning, trembling.

"Oh, f-fuck, right there-"

I sob, my movements stuttering, thighs burning from the effort, body shaking from how close I am.

Oppa lets out a deep, wrecked groan, his hands gripping me tighter, guiding me harder, faster, deeper.

"So fucking beautiful, baby-fuck-keep going, just like that."

I cry out, my body tensing, shuddering, raw with need.

The sounds of skin meeting skin, of our breathless cries, of pure, overwhelming need echo in the room.

His hands slide up my body, one wrapping around the back of my neck, the other digging into my waist, holding me against him, pulling me down harder, deeper.

"Jin-Oppa-"

I gasp, my breath breaking into short, helpless sobs, my body locking up as I climb higher and higher.