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

Chapter 126: Soft Wars and Silent Codes🔥

His breath catches-and then he kisses me.

God, he kisses me.

It starts like a secret-soft and reverent.

Just the brush of his lips against mine, a whisper of want. But it deepens fast.

His hand cradles my cheek, thumb stroking the skin just beneath my eye like he's grounding himself in the reality of me.

And then-he claims me.

The second kiss is hungrier. Hotter.

Like every emotion he's been bottling up finds a voice in the way his lips part and press, the way his tongue flicks out to taste me, tease me.

He kisses like he's painting a masterpiece-one slow, desperate stroke at a time.

I melt into him, fingers sliding into his hair, threading through soft waves as he deepens the kiss with a groan low in his throat.

The sound goes straight to my chest-and lower.

I shift to my knees, crawling onto his lap until we're flush, every point of contact sparking.

His arms wrap around me tightly, pulling me down, anchoring me to him like he doesn't want to let go-not now, not ever.

"You feel so good," he breathes against my mouth, voice rough with everything he can't quite say.

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

Our lips crash again-hungrier now, like we've both been starving and didn't know it until this kiss reminded us how good it feels to fall.

Taehyung groans into my mouth, his fingers bunching the hem of my shirt before sliding underneath-slow, reverent, worshipful.

His palms graze up my sides, warm and grounding, before cupping my breasts over and over, fondling my peaks at every moan.

My breath stutters.

He moves with care, but there's a fire behind every touch, every knead, like he can't decide between cherishing and devouring.

"Tae," I whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he brushes his thumbs over my nipples, coaxing them into peaks that ache under his palm.

"That feels-ah-"

His mouth captures the sound, swallowing it greedily.

Then he pulls back, just enough to press kisses along my jaw, then down the column of my throat.

His lips linger there, tasting my pulse, nipping gently at the skin.

"You drive me crazy," he murmurs.

"Everything about you-your voice, your laugh, the way you say my name when I touch you like this..."

He circles a thumb over one of the peaks, then dips his head.

My shirt rides up fully, and he gently tugs my breast down his teeth, tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh my god-Tae..."

My head falls back as he lavishes attention, switching sides, his hand still fondling the one he's not kissing.

His mouth is hot and wet, and every flick of his tongue sends sparks shooting through me.

I arch into him, hips rolling instinctively down his now rock hard bulge.

"Still with me?" he teases, voice breathy and full of mischief.