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

Chapter 86: Counting Down to You 🔥

My thighs are burning, sweat dripping, my rhythm a deep, relentless slam into him from above, echoing in the room like a drumbeat from hell.

"Fucking look at you," I growl, voice sharp with lust.

"Shaking for me. Desperate. My filthy little thing."

Jin hyung's moans-raw, wrecked-and it's not just pleasure in that sound. It's surrender.

"Daddy-please," he gasps, barely audible under his own cries. "I-I can't-"

"Yes, you can," I snap, gripping his hips tighter, slamming into him until he keens.

He lets out a strangled cry, a helpless noise punched from his lungs with every ruthless grind of my hips.

His fingers clutch at the sheets like they're his last anchor. I don't let up. I won't-not yet.

He's mine. I'll pull every last scream from his throat before I let him fall.

I growl, low and feral, and slam into him again, rough and precise. He sobs under me, the pleasure too big, too much, wracking through his body in waves that leave him gasping.

"I can feel you," I grit out, biting down gently on his shoulder.

"Tight around me. You're holding back like a good boy, aren't you? Just like I said."

He nods frantically, moaning,

"I need to cum-I need-please-please-"

"You'll cum when I say. Not a second before."

I trail a hand down his spine, resting it between his shoulder blades, holding him flat against the mattress.

"Not until you scream my name so loud the whole damn world knows you're mine."

His entire body arches, his moans turning frantic, throat raw from pleading.

The sound of skin against skin, ragged breaths, bedsprings crying under the weight-it's all one blur of sound and heat and need.

He looks back over his shoulder, eyes glassy, lips parted, and whispers-

"Please, Daddy. I-I need it. I'll be good. I'll be so good."

God.
I can't deny him anymore.

"Now," I roar, voice a guttural snarl, slamming into him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

"Cum for me. Now."

He breaks-shatters-screaming my name as his entire body convulses beneath me.

"Fuck-I'm-I'm-cumming-Yes-FUCK"

The sound is unreal-high, cracked, beautiful. His release hits so hard it rocks him forward, muscles locking, tears mixing with sweat on his face.

The moment I feel him go, I let go too-grinding deep, my own climax crashing through me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

"Fuck-you-feel-so-so-Good"

I swear-loud, guttural, my voice thick with shock and satisfaction-and I bury myself inside him as I lose it, every pulse of release hitting like lightning.

We collapse together in a tangle of heat and breath and skin, trembling, ruined, held
together by nothing but the ragged remnants of restraint and the raw thread of connection that's still sparking between us.

He's still whimpering softly beneath me, and I don't move-just kiss his neck, his shoulder, murmuring low praise into his skin.

"You did so good, baby," I whisper.