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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

Tae's eyes were glassy, lashes wet, tears slipping down his cheeks from the force of it all-and he looked so pretty like that.

Wrecked. Used. Worshipful.

"Such good boys,"

I growled, voice honeyed and hard.

"Taking me so well. Giving me everything."

And I wasn't stopping.
Not yet.

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Jin's POV

Joon pulled out of Tae slow, deliberate, and the sound that tore from Tae's throat-God, it rattled through me like thunder.

A broken, needy moan, so raw it made my hips twitch.

"You're not done yet," Joon rasped, voice like gravel soaked in heat.

"But you're not allowed to cum. Not until I say."

Tae whimpered.
His legs trembled, his hole fluttering open and empty.

He looked destroyed-wet and shaking, lips red and slick with spit and precum. And somehow still begging for more.

Then Joon turned to us, voice like command made flesh.

"Kiss him. Both of you-kiss like you're starving for it."

And I was.
God, I was.

Tae and I crashed together like we'd been dying to taste each other-mouths open, tongues greedy.

My hands flew to his face, holding him there, gripping like I might fall apart if I didn't.

He moaned into my mouth-loud, wanton, filthy-and I swallowed every sound, tasting Joon hyung on his lips, tasting need.

Then the air shifted-deeper. Darker.

"Jin,"

Namjoon growled, stepping behind me, his breath ghosting over my shoulder.

"Lie back. Legs open. Tae-claim him."

I obeyed instantly-fell back onto the bed, legs spreading wide without a second thought.

My whole body burned, cock twitching, slick and flushed. My breath came in harsh, desperate pants.

And Tae-his eyes were glassy, wrecked, worshipful.

Joon's hand was firm at the nape of his neck, guiding him like a gift being handed to me.

Joon leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

"You ready for him, pretty boy?"

I choked out, voice barely there.

"Yes-yes, please-need him inside-need it so bad-"

And then Tae pressed his cock in.
The stretch was immediate-blinding, perfect, fire.

"Fuck-Tae!"

I screamed, head thrown back, hands clawing the sheets.

"So big-so full-"

He moaned above me, hips shaking as he pushed in deeper, burying himself inside.

And then he moved-faster than I expected, slamming into me like something had broken loose inside him.

The sound of his hips crashing against mine filled the room-wet and fast and relentless.

Taehyung growled, deep and low, something dark and wild taking over.

He grabbed my thighs, spreading me wider, fucking into me with more force than he ever had before.