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

Chapter 86: Counting Down to You 🔥

"You took it all. Every fucking bit of it. Mine."

And he nods-completely spent, but smiling, wrecked in the most beautiful way.

You have reached a Passionate Connection Phase with Jin.

You have reached a Passionate Connection Phase with Yoongi.

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Jin's POV

I groan.

Every part of me hurt. Not in a bad way-more like every cell had been rewritten.

My thighs ached. My hips protested when I moved. Most especially my ass.

Even my jaw was sore, and my voice was wrecked-just enough to remind me what I'd been moaning.

Yoongi stirred beside me, his chest pressed to my back. His arm lazily draped over my waist, heavy, like he'd anchored himself there.

"You alive?" he murmured, voice all gravel and honey.

"Debatable," I croaked. "Everything hurts."

He chuckled. "You sound like a rockstar the morning after a world tour."

"I feel like someone body-slammed me into next Tuesday."

"You mean," he purred, stretching behind me,

"I fucked you so good you forgot what day it was?"

I slapped his thigh-weakly.

"Don't be smug."

"You screamed, Jagiya," he said, clearly very smug.

"The neighbors probably heard."

"We don't have neighbors."

He kissed the back of my neck, slow and tender. "Exactly."

I couldn't help the smile that crept across my face, even through the soreness.

My body felt like soft clay.
Molded, used, worshipped.

Yoongi rolled me onto my back, careful like I was made of porcelain, then kissed my collarbone.

"You okay though? Really?"

I nodded, stretching my legs out slowly with a wince.

"A little bruised. A lot stretched. Completely melted."

His grin softened.

"Good. I wanted to push you... but I never wanted to hurt you."

"You didn't," I whispered, tracing my fingers along his jaw.

"You gave me bliss, pleasure. You gave me all of you. You saw me-all of me-and you didn't pull away."

He paused, eyes locked to mine.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.
Not with fire. With something quieter. Sweeter.

Like a thank you.

"You trusted me with everything,"

he said when he pulled back.

"That's a gift. One I'll spend forever earning."

I swallowed hard.

There was so much weight to his words, but also ease. Like we had passed through something irreversible and beautiful.

"I love you," I whispered.

He brushed hair back from my forehead and echoed it like a promise.

"I love you too."