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

Chapter 86: Counting Down to You 🔥

🔥 Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and intense adult themes, including degradation, edging, dominance, power dynamics, and orgasm denial. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Yoongi's pov

Jin hyung's hips move in slow, sinful rolls above me, sweat painting his skin in a sheen of lust and desperation.

Every time he sinks down, I grip his waist harder-digging in, controlling the pace even though he's technically the one on top. But we both know who's really in control.

"That's it," I growl, voice low, sharp like the crack of a whip.

"You feel that? That's what it means to be used."

He whimpers-a high, broken sound like he's unraveling, but I don't let him fall. Not yet.

I lean up and bite his throat-not gentle, not sweet-claiming, branding.

"You want to be my good little slut?"

I whisper against his pulse, licking over the bruise I just made.

"Then prove it. Ride me like you mean it. But keep that orgasm on a leash, baby. Tight and choking. Just like you like it."

He gasps, shuddering. His hands scramble at my shoulders, nails digging into flesh, hips stuttering. He's close-I can feel it in the way his body tightens around me.

"You think I can't tell when you're about to fall apart?"

I sneer, yanking his hair back so he's forced to look into my eyes.

"I know you. I own every filthy part of you. Every tremble. Every breath. Every little cry when you're about to explode."

He moans-loud, needy, desperate-but I don't let up.

He tries to grind down again but I grab his throat-not hard, just enough to remind him.

"You want to cum?" I whisper darkly.

"Then beg. Beg like you're on your knees. Like you're worthless without my permission."

"Please, Daddy, please," he pants, voice hoarse.

"I need it-I'm going crazy-I can't-"

"You can," I snap.

"You will. You'll take everything I give you and nothing else until I say. That's what a good slut does."

I rock up into him suddenly, making his eyes roll back, his nails claw at me, and then I stop again-just as fast.

Watching him flinch.
Watching the torment bloom in his face.

"God, you're so close," I murmur, almost tender, running a thumb over his swollen lips.

"You're right on the edge, aren't you? That trembling, twitching little cock just begging for mercy."

I drag him down into a slow, grinding thrust, watching his whole body seize.

"But there's no mercy here."

My hands tighten at his waist again. I lift my hips just once, letting the head of my cock nudge deeper, watching his breath catch like he's about to cry out.

Then I stop.
Again.

He whines, trembling, sweat dripping down his temple as he leans forward, completely spent.

I let him collapse against me for a second, just long enough for his defenses to lower... then I move.

In one sharp motion, I twist our bodies, dragging him off me like he's weightless.