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

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

Sometimes we kiss.
Sometimes we just breathe each other in.

The air is thick with it - the heat, the reverence, the need.

"Don't stop," I whisper, barely able to get the words out.

He kisses the corner of my mouth.

"I couldn't if I tried."

We move together, the pace natural, fluid, like a song that only we know.

My hands slip into his hair.
His head tips back slightly when I drag my nails over his scalp.

"God, Jimin," he murmurs, voice hoarse, full of awe.

I smile against his jaw. "You feel like fate."

He shudders.

His arms wrap tighter around my waist, and I feel him push his cock up into me - deeper, firmer-until my breath hitches and I can't say anything at all.

We stay like that for what feels like forever.

Nothing but the creak of the bed, the soft slap of skin, the gasp of air as I roll my hips again and again, chasing something that feels more like worship than release.

I don't even realize I'm crying until he kisses the tear from my cheek.

"Jiminie," he breathes, "you're everything."

Eventually, he stills.
But only to shift.

He kisses me once - hard and sure - and then turns me gently, laying me down on the bed, stomach to the sheets.

I tremble.
I know what's coming, and I want it.
Need it.

Taehyung trails kisses down my spine, hands gliding over my back with a kind of reverent wonder.

"You have no idea," he whispers, "how beautiful you are like this."

I grip the sheets, heart thundering, body aching in the best way.

Then-I feel his hands on my hips.
And I exhale - sharp, broken, ready.

When he presses back inside me, it's like we never left each other. Like this is where we were always meant to be.

I cry out softly, my voice muffled in the sheets, and he groans above me-low and possessive and utterly gone.

"You're mine," he murmurs as he begins to move, slow and deep. "In every universe."

"Yours," I gasp, pushing back to meet him. "Forever yours."

His pace builds-not rough, but intentional-like each motion is a message he wants me to memorize.

I reach back, grabbing for his forearm, needing to feel him.

His muscles flex under my touch, grounding me.

Tae leans forward, his chest brushing my back, his lips at my ear.

"I've wanted you like this for so long."

"Then take me," I whisper.
And he does.

Tae shifts again-strong arms around my waist, his chest pressed to my back-and gently rolls us to our side.

His lips find my neck as he pulls me close. The world around us blurs.

The only thing I know is him.
His hands on me.
His voice in my ear.

The way our bodies slide together like we were made for this exact moment in time.

"Tae," I whisper, voice catching in my throat. "I'm close."