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

Chapter 107: Mischief, Menace, and Moonlight 🔥

"God, baby..." My voice was low, gravel-dragged and breathless.

"You love this, don't you? Love driving me crazy..."

His only reply was a soft moan around me-vibrations that pulled another broken sound from my chest.

He bobbed his head faster now, confident, greedy, worshipful.

The sounds-wet, rhythmic, sinful-echoed with every shallow breath I tried to take.

I looked down.

And the sight of him-
On his knees.

Eyes full of fire, locked on mine, like he'd die if I looked away.

"You look so good like this," I growled.

"Just like that, baby... that's it."

He whined around me, his cheeks hollowing, his jaw working deep.

My hips stuttered-once, twice-as his hands pushed harder into my thighs to keep me there, to anchor me, to own me in the gentlest way.

I was unraveling-fast. My control slipping through my fingers like smoke.

"Kook-shit-I'm gonna..."

I barely finished the sentence.

He moaned around me again, loud and eager, the sound shooting straight through my spine.

My hips jerked once-then again, harder-and I came with a loud, guttural cry, hips twitching as the release tore through me.

My fingers tangled deeper into his hair, holding him there as I spilled into his mouth, panting, chest heaving.

And he didn't move.
Didn't flinch.

He took all of it-every pulse, every drop.

His eyes closed for a moment, like it wasn't just pleasure-it was worship.

Then he swallowed, slow and reverent, before finally drawing back, lips swollen and wet.

When he rose from under the desk, there was a quiet ache in my chest.

Something tender. Raw.

His eyes were blown wide, cheeks flushed.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand-then smiled.

Wicked and soft, all at once.

I didn't think. I just pulled him into me, crashing our mouths together.

The kiss was messy. Desperate.
Tongue and teeth and breath and hunger.

He climbed into my lap, his knees bracketing my hips, arms winding around my shoulders.

His heart thundered against mine.

We kissed like we'd die without it.

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When we finally pulled back, foreheads pressed, breath mingling, I whispered,

"You always take care of me."

He brushed my cheek, that cheeky spark back in his eyes. "Always, hyung. Even when you forget to blink."

I huffed a laugh, resting my hands on his hips.

The tension had shifted-melted into something sweet and grounding.

He leaned into me, nuzzling. "So... editing's done for the night?"

I gave him a pointed look. "Editing is completely derailed. Thanks to you."

He grinned, smug. "You're welcome."