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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

🔥Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and intense adult themes, including edging, and dominance. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Namjoon's POV

Tae's mouth opened like it was meant to hold me-like he'd been made for this and was only just remembering it now.

He took my cock in slow, deep, eager.

His lips sealed around my length with this desperate kind of hunger that sent a curse slipping from my lips.

"Fuck-yes. Just like that."

My head fell back as his tongue curled underneath, heat and slick and devotion wrapped around me, and my hips rolled forward before I could stop them.

A low growl worked its way from my throat.

I looked down and saw him there-on his knees, mouth full, eyes wide, his hands trembling on my thighs like he didn't know if he was allowed to touch me yet.

He was gorgeous. Ruinous.

And Jin-Jin hyung was watching it all, breathing shallow, his legs still spread from where I'd had him earlier, his cock flushed and leaking, twitching with every gasp I made.

My hand slid over hyung's stomach, possessive, slow. I traced the lines of his abs, then moved up-palming his chest, dragging a thumb across one tight, sensitive nipple.

He gasped. Loud.
High-pitched.
His hips twitched.

"Look at your baby bear," I murmured, my voice low and thick.

"Look how hungry he is. You feel that mouth? That tongue? That's all yours too."

Tae moaned around me like he heard that-like the praise fed him-and I felt the sound vibrate through every nerve in my body.

His hips rocked slightly, like he was getting off just from pleasing me.

I was close.
Too close.

I grabbed his hair, fisting it hard and pulling him off with a wet, audible pop.

He gasped, spit slicking his lips, his chest heaving. "Why-?"

His voice cracked.

I leaned in, grabbed his jaw, growled low and dark.

"Because no one is allowed to cum...until I say so."

He whimpered, eyes going glassy, so open to me it hurt.

I didn't give him time to think.
I kissed him hard-filthy, rough, possessive.

My tongue pushed past his lips, tasting him, tasting myself, owning him. He moaned into it, and I swallowed every sound.

When I pulled back, our mouths still brushing, I whispered into the heat between us.