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

Chapter 78: Breathless Confessions

Instead, I grip the front of his sweater and pull him back in, crashing our mouths together like I never want to let him go.

Jin hyung groans against my lips, the sound deep and wrecked, and melts into me completely.

His hands slide up my back, fingers pressing into my spine, pulling me even closer.

I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the way his body reacts to mine, the way his lips part instinctively when I slide my tongue against his.

A shuddery moan escapes him when I tilt my head and kiss him deeper, our tongues meeting, tasting, taking.

The warmth of his body beneath me, the solidness of him, sends a spark straight through me.

Our breathing grows heavier, more frantic.

His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging slightly-just enough to make me gasp.

He swallows the sound greedily, his other hand slipping down to grip my thigh, anchoring me against him.

"Babe," I breathe between kisses, voice shaking with want. "You-"

He hums, biting gently at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

"Me?" he murmurs, his breath warm against my mouth.

I shiver, hands tightening in his hoodie, pulling him impossibly close.

"You're so-fuck-you're so good."

He chuckles against my lips, low and husky, his hands roaming freely now, sliding under my sweater, palms mapping my skin, tracing every dip and curve like he wants to memorize it.

I gasp at the contact, arching slightly, pushing against him, craving more, more, more.

Hyung feels so good beneath me-solid, warm, mine. Like something I never realized I was missing until now, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding effortlessly into place.

We keep going-kissing, pressing, taking-until the world outside of us ceases to exist.

His hands roam my body with a reverence that makes my chest ache, fingers tracing my spine, gripping at my waist, pulling me closer, closer, closer like he's afraid to let go.

Like he never wants to let go.

"I love you, Kim Seokjin,"

I whisper against his lips, voice wrecked, trembling with the weight of it.

Jin hyung exhales sharply, his breath fanning against my skin before he tilts his head back just enough to meet my gaze-eyes dark, soft, overflowing.

"I love you more, Min Yoongi,"

he murmurs, and it's not just words-it's a vow, a promise, a tether binding us together.

And fuck, it undoes me.

Our breathing is ragged, each inhale sharp and shuddering, each exhale mingling between us in warm, desperate gasps.

My lips part on a soft moan as hyung's hands tighten on my waist, his fingers curling, gripping-owning.

"Fuck," I breathe, voice breaking as he drags his teeth along my jaw, slow and teasing, scraping over sensitive skin before soothing the bite with his tongue.

A sharp inhale punches out of me, my head tipping back instinctively, baring my throat to him.

He groans low in his chest, the sound rough and wanting.

"God, baby..."

His breath is hot, his lips trailing fire down the column of my neck before finding my mouth again in the next heartbeat.