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

Chapter 76: Lines, Crossed & Unspoken 🔥

"I've wanted this for so damn long."

"M-me too-"

A gasping sob escapes me, my entire body clenching, shaking, breaking.

Oppa moans, deep and wrecked, his arms snaking around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, his body shaking with restraint.

He feels it.
He knows.

"You're gonna cum for me, baby."

I sob, my head tilting back, my vision blurring, my body on the edge of something unbearable.

His hand slides down my stomach, lower, lower-

His thumb finds my most sensitive spot.

A sharp, wrecked cry rips from my throat.

"Oh-Jin-fuck-oh my God-"

His voice is hoarse, desperate, commanding.

"Cum for me, baby."

And then-
I shatter.

"Ah-ah-Jin-oh-fuck!"

I scream, my body arching violently, pleasure detonating inside me, consuming me whole.

My thighs tremble, my fingers claw at the headboard, my breath breaking into desperate, high-pitched sobs.

"Fuck-O-Oppa, I'm-ah!-I can't-"

My entire body convulses, my muscles locking up, squeezing, pulsing, as waves of pleasure slam through me, over and over and over.

Jin oppa groans-loud, raw, completely wrecked.

"Fucking hell-baby-oh, fuck-Aein-"

his voice shatters, his grip tightening on my hips, fingers digging in so hard I know I'll feel it tomorrow.

He snaps his hips forward one last time, then another, then-

His pace turns frantic, desperate, erratic.

"Shit-shit, baby-fuck-"

he chokes out, his forehead dropping against my back, his breath hot, labored, uneven.

His entire body locks up.

His head tilts back, his mouth parting in a deep, guttural moan, so raw, so deeply wrecked it sends another shudder rolling through me.

His entire frame shakes, trembles uncontrollably.

"Fuck-oh, f-fuck-Aein-I'm-"

A deep, ragged groan rips from his throat, his fingers tensing, gripping me like a lifeline, his body shaking apart as he finally lets go.

"Oh-fuck"

he pants, his voice hoarse, broken, filled with nothing but pure need and devastation.

Our bodies collapse together, a breathless, wrecked mess of heat, sweat, and exhaustion.

Jin oppa is still inside me, still holding me close, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven gasps.

His forehead presses against mine, his hands cradling my face, his thumbs tracing soft, aimless circles against my cheeks.

Silence.

Only the sound of our erratic breathing, the soft creak of the mattress beneath us, the lingering haze of pleasure still thick in the air.

Neither of us speaks. Neither of us can.

Oppa's fingers lazily stroke over my back, his lips brushing my temple, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there, as if grounding himself.