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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

I growled-low and harsh-and grabbed Tae's hair, yanking his head back sharply.

His eyes rolled, mouth falling open in a gasp as I slammed into him harder, deeper.

"This ass is mine,"

I snarled. My voice was gone-just rough sound and heat.

"You take me so well."

Another thrust.
Another broken cry.

"You love when I fuck you until you cry, don't you?"

He didn't answer with words-he couldn't. But the way he moaned, the way he shook-that was enough.

I slapped his ass, hard-once, then again-and watched the red bloom under my palm.

Then I grabbed it, spread him wider, and drove in as deep as I could go.

Tae screamed-loud, his voice cracking around Jin hyung's name, then mine, then just soft, helpless whimpers.

"J-Jin-ahh-Namjoon-Daddy-please-"

His whole body was trembling, caught between pain and pleasure, need and surrender.

Jin hyung was kissing him again, hand still stroking, whispering against his lips.

And I was deep inside him, still moving, still taking, And they wanted it that way.

My rhythm snapped-no more restraint, no more teasing.

Just the brutal need to claim him.

Each thrust hit with a sharp slap of skin, the wet sounds mixing with every broken moan falling from Tae's lips.

He was gasping, whimpering into Jin hyung's mouth, every inch of him unraveling under me-and I wanted more.

I reached underneath him, my hand slick with sweat and precum, and wrapped around his cock.

He cried out instantly-loud, desperate-his hips jerking forward into my fist.

"That's it,"

I growled, voice wrecked, tangled in his hair again, pulling his head back to hear him scream.

"So tight-so fucking perfect-fuck."

Tae's body clenched hard around me, hot and fluttering, and the pressure snapped something inside me.

I slammed forward one last time with a grunt torn from my gut-deep, feral, unrestrained-and I came.

"Fuck-Tae-take it-"

My hips stuttered as I spilled inside him, filling him up, marking him as mine.

My vision blurred at the edges, body trembling with release, breath a ragged mess.

Tae gasped beneath me, a high, choked sound-completely overwhelmed-but he didn't cum.

His cock throbbed violently in my hand, so close, twitching, begging, but still edged, still denied.

And Jin-Jin hyung was panting, eyes blown wide, his cock flushed dark red, twitching and aching, denied again and again, and still so needy.

I slowly pulled out of Tae, watching as my cum dripped from his hole, slick and glistening.

The sight pulled a guttural moan from me-low and rough, born from the core of something possessive and proud.

I leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck-soft, reverent.

"You're not done," I murmured.

"Lie down, baby bear."

Tae collapsed onto his back, legs spread open, shaking all over. His chest heaved with every breath, eyes glossy, lips parted like he couldn't form words anymore.