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

Chapter 100: My Good Boys 🔥

I couldn't think-I could barely breathe.

"Daddy-ahhh-he's-he's fucking me so-so hard-"

Joon's voice was right at my ear, a dark purr.

"That's it. Let him ruin you. My good boys. Mine."

I moaned, helpless and shaking, voice breaking on every thrust.

"Y-Yes-yours-always-Daddy-"

Joon knelt above us-above me-his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every desperate sound pouring out of my throat.

His eyes locked on the way Tae drove into me without mercy, hips snapping forward, raw and beautiful and dominant.

"Just like that,"

he groaned, voice a dark rumble in the air.

"Fucking perfect. My good boys-look at you-so filthy for me."

I couldn't hold back-I was a mess, stretched between them, caught in the heat of being claimed. My body shook, pleasure crawling under my skin like fire.

"Daddy-please-"

I sobbed out, lips trembling, tongue aching with need.

"Please let me taste you-I need-need you in my mouth-"

Joon's lips curled, slow and wicked. His voice dropped into something primal, dangerous.

"Open up, baby."

I obeyed instantly, mouth wide, tongue out, desperate.

He rose, straddling my chest with ease, his body looming over me like a shadow of desire.

And then he fed it to me-his cock, thick and hot, sliding over my tongue, claiming my mouth as surely as Tae had claimed my body.

"Mmmfhh-!"

I moaned around him, eyes rolling back. Tae didn't stop-he slammed into me from below, deep and ruthless, and it felt like I was breaking open under them, surrounded and owned.

My body vibrated, every nerve lit up with fire.

Joon's cock stretched my throat, inch by inch, and I took it, desperate to please, desperate to drown in him.

Tae's grip on my hips tightened-fingers digging in hard, grounding me even as he lost himself.

His voice came out low, rough, something darker rising in him.

"You're mine now, hyung-Taking me so fucking good. You love being used like this, don't you?"

I tried to nod, tried to moan around Joon, but I was full-mouth and ass, taken completely.

The sound I made was high and needy, choked and messy.

Joon growled above me, his hips beginning to roll, slow thrusts into my throat.

"That's it,"

he snarled, voice molten.

"Choke on it. Don't stop until I say. You're both mine. You belong to me."

My eyes teared up, but I didn't stop.
I couldn't. I didn't want to.

I was floating, body trapped between them, pleasure ripping through me from every direction.

I felt Tae's cock dragging over every sensitive spot inside me, and Joon's taste thick on my tongue, and the sounds-God, the sounds-low growls, high whimpers, skin against skin, wet and feral and real.