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

Chapter 99: Of Roots and Rooms 🔥

He leaned into Jin hyung, voice low enough to steal my breath.

"Take him in your mouth. Show him what he means to you."

Jin hyung didn't even pause.

He glanced up at me once-eyes wide and wet and worshipful-and then he lowered his mouth, lips parting over the head of my cock with a gasp that punched a sound out of me.

"F-fuck,"

I choked, my hips jerking forward into his heat, my hand flying to his hair out of instinct.

"Jin-hyung-oh my god-"

His tongue traced me like scripture, every movement aching with meaning.

Slow, unhurried strokes that licked up the underside, that dipped under the head and made me cry out.

His mouth was soft, wet, and so warm, and I felt myself unraveling with every second he kept me in his mouth.

And Joon hyung just watched-his eyes dark, hungry, full of possession.

He didn't need to touch me.

His voice alone grounded me, pierced through the haze of pleasure like a tether to the earth.

"Don't look away, baby bear," he commanded, voice sharp silk.

"Watch him love you."

I forced my eyes open, blinking through the tears threatening to fall as I looked down.

Jin hyung's lashes fluttered.
His cheeks hollowed.

His moans were soft and broken, muffled around my cock-and he was beautiful.

God, he was beautiful like that.

My voice cracked under the weight of it all.

"Jin-fuck-hyung, it's too much-"

And then Joon hyung's voice, quiet but laced with danger, sank into my bones.

"Take it-You deserve to be loved like this."

Something in me snapped-but not in pain. In surrender.

I whimpered, shaking as Jin hyung took more of me, as I melted into the weight of their love and the heat of their worship.

Joon hyung's hand slid along Jin hyung's back, not hurrying him, just guiding, like a master sculptor watching his art take shape.

Jin hyung moaned around me again and I sobbed, helpless, wrecked, and aching-but not alone. Never alone.

Joon hyung stripped like he had all the time in the world.

Every movement was deliberate-precise.

The soft rustle of fabric sliding down skin echoed louder than it should've. His joggers pooled at his feet, hoodie tossed aside.

And suddenly, there he was. All of him.
Powerful. Grounded. Unshakable.

A force of gravity in the room.
Like he didn't just walk into spaces-he owned them.

I couldn't look away.

Jin hyung's mouth was still working over my cock-slow now, like he was savoring every sound I made.

My hips were twitching up into him with every pass of his tongue, and I couldn't stop the ragged gasp that tore out of me.

"F-fuck, hyung-Jin-"

My voice cracked, full of need.

Joon hyung came behind us, the heat of his body sinking into my skin before he even touched me.