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

Chapter 122: In Every Universe, It's You 🔥

And then he exhales, low and deep and deliberate.

"Mine," Taehyung murmurs, his voice a velvet thread. "Every part of you."

My chest tightens. My hands find his waist. I nod, speechless.

Because I am.
I always have been.

He kisses me. Long and slow.
Lips sliding against mine with purpose.

Like he's tasting the story of us - like he's writing the next chapter with his mouth.

My fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently.

He groans into the kiss, and that sound - God, that sound shoots heat straight through me.

"Let me show you," he says against my lips, "what you mean to me."

I nod again, eyes wide, throat dry.

He kisses his way down my chest. Slow. Unhurried. Worshipful.

His hands never leave me - thumbs stroking down my ribs, palms framing my hips.

I arch into his touch, gasping when his lips find my lower abdomen.

"Tae-" I breathe, already trembling.
He hums in response - deep, pleased - and then his hands slide beneath my thighs, pushing them apart, steady and sure.

I'm fully exposed to him.
And I don't feel small.
I feel claimed.

His mouth finds my me as he grips the base of my cock with a kind of reverence that makes my heart stutter.

He doesn't rush.
Just the warm press of lips.

The slow slide of tongue. Gentle sucks that make my toes curl and my fingers claw at the sheets.

"F-fuck," I whimper, head falling back.

"Tae-ah-don't stop-please-"

He doesn't.
His rhythm is torturous.
Beautiful. Perfect.

A hand moves to my hip, keeping me pinned, while the other-
I feel him trail lower.

Lower.

My breath catches when his fingers press gently behind me.

I lift my hips instinctively, a wordless offer.

His head lifts for a second - just enough to look at me.

"You trust me?" he whispers.

"Always," I breathe, my voice already wrecked.

He leans forward and kisses me again, and then he moves - slowly, carefully, teasingly.

My thighs shake as his fingers work in and out of my ass with quiet command, coaxing me open, all while his mouth never lets up.

Every stroke, every press is like music - measured, rising, building into something I can't hold back.

The tension in me pulls tighter and tighter.

My body arches.

My moans grow louder - shameless and breathless.

"Ah-Tae-fuck-baby-yes-right there-!"

He groans low in his throat like he loves hearing me fall apart.

"You sound so good for me," he says, voice thick with heat. "So perfect like this."

I cry out again, clutching at the sheets.

He's everywhere.

Fingers slow and firm, mouth slick and hot - dragging my cock to the edge with every motion.