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

Chapter 76: Lines, Crossed & Unspoken 🔥

I shudder, gasping, my vision going white, my body locking up.

His hips slam into me relentlessly, my body jerking, trembling, every movement pushing me higher, higher, so fucking high I can't come down.

Then-
His voice.
Deep. Wrecked. Dark. Breathless.

"I'll handle it from here."

His hands tighten on my hips.

"Let me take care of you now."

I gasp as oppa flips us over in one fluid motion, pressing me into the bed before yanking me up onto my knees.

A shaky moan escapes me, my fingers clutching the sheets, my head spinning from the intense pleasure he just gave me and from how easily he moves me, commands me right after.

His body towering behind me, his eyes wild, desperate, his chest presses against my back, his breath hot, ragged, desperate against my ear.

"Hands on the headboard, Aein."

A shiver rolls through me at the command, my fingers gripping the wooden frame, knuckles turning white.

"O-oppa-"

I whimper, shifting restlessly, already feeling the heat of him pressed against me, the need in his trembling grip.

Oppa's hands glide down my back, over my spine, to the curve of my hips, down to my thighs, his grip firm, unrelenting, completely claiming.

His body trembles behind me, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven gasps.

"Fuck, baby... look at you."

His voice is low, wrecked, dripping with admiration and hunger.

Then-he snaps his hips forward again.

And I scream.

"Oh-oh my God-Jin-!"

my arms shaking, my nails scratching at the wood, my thighs squeezing as the sensation overtakes me.

Jin oppa groans-low, deep, wrecked, full of raw possession.

"Oh, f-fuck, Aein-baby-fuck-"

His hands clutch my hips, fingers digging in so deep it's almost bruising, grounding himself, pulling me against him.

And then-

He loses it.

His pace turns brutal, relentless, completely unhinged.

"Shit-fuck-"

Jin pants, his voice breaking, his hips snapping forward harder, deeper, faster.

"Ah-ah-Jin-oppa-please-"

His breath ghosts over my ear, hot and heavy, sending a violent shudder through me.

Then-his voice, low, dark, dripping with hunger.

"You feel so fucking good."

I whimper, moan, sob, my fingers gripping the headboard tighter, gasping, breaking apart.

"Y-you're-S-so deep-oh my God-"

I shudder, a high, wrecked sob breaking from my throat.

"Mine. You're fucking mine, Aein."

Oppa groans, his teeth grazing my ear, his breath hitching, his body trembling.

"J-Jin-oppa-please-"

His grip tightens, his movements turning desperate, feverish, frantic.
I writhe, back arching, overwhelmed, burning.