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

Chapter 112 : The Cracks that Rebuilt Us 🔥

We didn't stop.
Couldn't.

But we both knew what it was.
The LoveMap notification.

The app's quiet confirmation glowing on the screens we couldn't reach.

You have reached a Passionate Connection Phase with Namjoon.

You have reached a Passionate Connection Phase with Y/N.

The air stilled.

Joon buried his face in my neck, his voice cracking open.

"Oh," he exhaled. "There it is."

I turned my head, brushing his temple with my lips. "We made it."

But neither of us came.
Not yet.

And he wasn't letting me fall.
Not until we did it together.

His hands gripped my waist so tightly I thought he might leave fingerprints-not bruises, not pain-but proof.

Proof I was here.
Proof I was his.
Proof that after everything, we still knew how to burn.

I gasped-half sob, half moan-as Namjoon pulled me down on him again, hard and deep.

My thighs trembled where they straddled him, and every time I tried to catch my breath, he shifted, just slightly, sending it flying again.

"Joon-" I choked, nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back, hair sticking to the sweat on my neck.

His mouth was on me in an instant-throat, jaw, the curve where my shoulder met collarbone.

He didn't kiss. He devoured.
Each bite, each suck, a reminder. A brand.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven," he growled against my skin, voice wrecked and low and unraveling.

"You were made for me. Look at the way you take it-so deep, baby, so fucking deep."

"Joon," I gasped again, louder now, rocking harder, faster, chasing every flicker of friction like it was the only thing holding me together.

"I can't-Joon, I-"

His hand came up fast-two fingers pressing against my lips, pushing in, muffling the whimper that tore from my throat.

"Shh," he whispered, feral, eyes dark and shining. "You don't get to fall yet. You don't get to cum, not until I say so."

My lips closed around his fingers on instinct-sucking, swirling my tongue, tasting the salt of our sweat on his skin.

His eyes fluttered shut at the sight.

"Oh fuck," he hissed. "That's it. That's it."

And then-His other hand was on my clit-sliding down, hot and possessive, between us. Rubbing. Circling. Perfect.

I cried out, gagging slightly around his fingers, pulse thundering in my ears.

He thrust up hard into me-so hard my scream vibrated against his palm.

He kept grinding. Rolling his hips up again and again, every stroke harder, deeper, filthy.

I was gone.
Unhinged.
Undone.

"Say it," he growled, his voice a rasp in my ear. "Say whose you are."

I couldn't speak. My lips were wrapped around his fingers, my body spasming in tension that wouldn't break.

I moaned around his fingers, nodded wildly, tears sliding sideways from my eyes.

His mouth was everywhere now-biting my shoulder, licking at my neck, whispering filth and love into my skin.