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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

He grabbed me-strong hands, absolute control-and flipped me with terrifying, perfect ease.

My back hit his chest, and I was in his lap, cradled like something precious even as my body was being undone.

His arms wrapped tight around me, holding me open, exposed. My legs fell apart instantly, trembling with oversensitive need.

I barely had time to breathe before his hand wrapped around my cock-one stroke, hot and firm-and then he slammed up into me.

"FUCK-"

I screamed, the sound ripped from my chest. My head fell back on his shoulder, mouth open, gasping.

"Daddy-so deep-so full-oh my god-"

Joon grunted into my ear, voice like fire and silk.

"Yeah, baby. Take it. Take all of me. That's it. Ride my cock like the good little thing you are."

His hips pistoned up into me, hard and fast, each thrust sending a shockwave through my body.

My thighs shook, twitching as he spread them wider, one hand digging into my skin to anchor me in place.

Across from us, Tae stepped forward-watching. His cock flushed, leaking, his eyes burning with something hungry and dangerous. Dominant.

I blinked up at him-my vision glassy, lips swollen and open, tongue slipping out in instinct, begging.

I didn't need words.
He knew.

"Hyung," Tae growled, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it.

His hand tangled in my hair, rough but careful, guiding me to him.

"You want it? Use your fucking mouth."

I moaned, wrecked and aching, and opened wide.

His cock pushed past my lips, and I welcomed it like salvation. I licked up the shaft, tasting him, then sucked the head in slow and deep.

"Uhh-yes-"

Tae groaned, his hips twitching, hands tightening in my hair.

Behind me, Joon slammed harder, his cock dragging over every overstimulated nerve inside me, his breath hot at my ear.

"Look at you," he rasped.

"My good boy, getting wrecked on two cocks. You love it, don't you?"

I tried to answer, but all that came out was a wet, helpless mmphhh, my throat full of Tae, my body shaking from Joon's thrusts.

Tae groaned, hips rolling forward.

"Daddy-let me fuck his mouth. Let me have him."

Joon growled low, possessive.

"Tae-fuck his mouth. Let him feel how much you want him."

I sobbed around Tae, surrendering completely, my body a live wire of heat and worship. I was theirs. I wanted to be theirs.

Every thrust, every word, every sound between us lit the room like a fever dream-and I never wanted it to end.

Tae started moving-slow at first, but commanding, hips rolling as he pushed into my mouth with a dark kind of precision.

His cock slid over my tongue again and again, and I moaned helplessly around him, the sound vibrating deep in my throat.

Drool leaked from the corners of my lips, slick and hot, as he hit the back of my throat.

My eyes fluttered, rolled back, tears slipping free, but I didn't stop.

I didn't want to stop.

I could barely breathe and still-still-every part of me screamed for more.