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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

Then I turned to Jin hyung.

"Ride him,"

I said, voice low, dangerous, and demanding.

"Now."

His eyes widened, but his body obeyed before his mind caught up.

He moved like he'd been waiting for that command his whole life-climbing onto Tae with urgency, knees spread on either side, hands bracing on Tae's chest.

"Show him,"

I whispered, stepping closer, fingers curling under Jin hyung's chin, lifting his face.

"Show him what you feel when he's inside you."

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Taehyung's pov

Jin hyung's thighs were trembling as he hovered over me, body flushed and shining with sweat.

I could feel him shaking before he even started to move, breath catching like he was already falling apart. And then-he sank down.

"F-fuck-Tae-"

he cried, his voice breaking in a sharp, gasping moan as I filled him, slow and deep.

I groaned-loud, guttural, raw-as his heat wrapped around me. He was so tight, so warm, and he took me so well I thought I might lose my mind before he even moved.

"Ahhh-" I gasped, my head falling back.

"Shit-hyung-you feel unreal."

Jin hyung's body rocked against mine, thighs spread over my hips, his hands planted on my chest to steady himself.

I could feel every flutter of his walls, every clench, every tremble.

"So deep,"

he moaned, voice trembling.

"So good-I feel you everywhere, Tae-oh my god-"

I grabbed his waist-tight. My fingers dug in, needing to ground myself in something as my cock pulsed inside him.

"Ride me, hyung."

My voice came out rough, darker now.

"Show me how good you feel when I'm inside you."

His hips started to move-slow at first, rolling down with a choked little whine every time he took me deeper.

"That's it."

My breath hitched.

I stared up at him, eyes wild, drunk on the sight of him riding me, his head thrown back, mouth open, moans spilling freely.

"Take it," I growled.

"Take it like the pretty little slut you are."

Jin hyung sobbed, grinding down harder, bouncing on my cock now, the sound of our bodies meeting loud and wet and desperate.

His own cock bounced with every thrust, leaking freely against his belly, untouched and swollen.

Joon hyung sat back nearby, stroking himself slow, his eyes locked on us.

There was hunger there-pure and blazing-but also something proud. Something possessive.

"That's it,"

he growled, voice low and satisfied.

"So fucking perfect."

Jin hyung moaned-loud, broken, high-pitched. His whole body shook.