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

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

And he doesn't let up.
He doesn't relent.

"Please-Tae-please I-can't-"

My voice breaks, hips jerking, thighs trembling under his grip.

"You can," he murmurs, lips brushing my thigh.

"You're doing so well, Jiminie. So beautiful."

He increases the pressure.
Just a little.
I nearly sob.

My breath is ragged, eyes glassy, vision full of starlight and heat and Taehyung.

And when he looks up at me again-hair tousled, mouth glistening, pupils blown wide-I lose the rest of myself.

Because he's not just loving me.
He's devouring me.

Like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted.
Like he's waited for this for lifetimes.

And maybe he has.
Maybe we both have.

He kissed me slowly, like time didn't exist.

Like we had a hundred lifetimes to memorize each other - but he still couldn't wait.

My skin is still tingling from where his mouth had just been.

My thighs trembled, my breath unsteady.

I could still feel the echo of him-on my lips, around my cock, in the aching center of my chest.

"Jiminie," he murmured, voice honey-warm. "Look at me."

I did.
And that was it.

There was no hiding in this kind of gaze - no pretending. Just me, open and vulnerable beneath the one person who'd seen through every mask I ever wore.

Tae leaned forward and kissed me again - deeper now, mouth sure, lips parted with want.

His hands slid along my hips, cradling me like something precious.

His fingers splayed over my waist, grounding me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist without a word.

He paused-just for a breath-letting our bodies align.

I gasped, my whole body arching toward his as he pushes inside me in one swift.

a thunderous shudder rolling through me.

"Fuck! Tae-baby" I scream.

"So tight for me fuck! My beautiful Jiminie" He groans.

Our foreheads pressed together, skin damp, breath shared. His hair fell around us like a curtain of night.

"This is us," he whispered.

I nodded. "Always."

He gripped both of my hands, brought them up beside my head, lacing our fingers together as he slowly began to move.

And God-everything changed.
We moved like water.
Like breath.

Like choreography we didn't rehearse but somehow always knew.

It was slow, but not shy.
Powerful, but not rough.

There was pressure.
Heat. Fullness.

A low moan fell from my lips and curled in the air between us.

"Ah-Tae..." I gasped, squeezing his hands.

His pace was steady - building gently, like a song that knows exactly when to swell.

His hips rocked forward again and again, and I felt every inch like it was etched into the very center of me.

"You feel so fucking good baby," he said, voice thick and low, lips brushing the shell of my ear.