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

Chapter 112 : The Cracks that Rebuilt Us 🔥

"You're mine. Mine," he snarled into my throat, grinding up so hard I saw white.

"Every moan. Every tremble. Every part of you belongs to me."

I bucked helplessly against him-gasping, trembling, so close I thought I might shatter from the ache of it.

"Sshhh," silencing me, a warning. "Don't you dare fall apart yet. Not without me."

My entire body convulsed as his fingers dragged down again-pressing, rubbing tight, in rhythm with every bruising thrust.

He moved like a man possessed-like this wasn't sex, but penance and resurrection and prayer all at once.

His name spilled from my lips between gasps.

"Joon-Joon, please-I need-"

"You'll wait." A growl. A command. "You'll take it. All of it."

He pushed his hips up so hard, so deep, it drove the air from my lungs in a strangled cry.

I screamed into his shoulder as my walls fluttered around him.

But still-he held me back.

His hand slipped to my jaw, dragging my face to his, eyes locking. His forehead pressed to mine. Our lips barely brushing.

"You're so close," he whispered. "I can feel it. You're right there, aren't you?"

I nodded, crying, moaning, body vibrating like it would split in half.

"Yes-yes, Joon, please-"

He grunted, loud, desperate. "But not yet."

Then he flipped me again, chest pressing against my back, mouth hot against my ear as he slammed into me from behind, the sound echoing through the room like thunder.

"Oh my god-" I sobbed, my body bending to meet him.

"You love this, don't you?" he gasped. "You love the way I break you."

"I love you," I cried, shaking. "I love you, Joon."

Namjoon looked down at me-his voice a whisper, half-broken.

"I want to let you fall, baby. Cum for me. I'm going to make it so good you scream for me."

"I already am," I moaned, gasping. "I can't hold it, Joon-I can't-"

Trembling. Whimpering. Writhing.

I felt it coming-like lightning swelling in my bones, like something ancient building in the pit of me, like the breaking point of a star.

Namjoon was everywhere.

His mouth on my neck, his chest pressed tight to my back, his hand between my legs-moving in tight, perfect circles that made my breath stutter and my legs quake.

His voice was in my ear, low and ragged and reverent.

"You're so close, baby. I feel you. Give it to me."

"J-Joon-" I sobbed, the tremble in my voice unhinged, desperate, cracked open by everything he was.

"Now," he growled. "Let go. With me."

And when he slammed into me again-deep and hard and perfect-something inside me snapped.

The orgasm tore through me like a wave of light swallowing the dark.

"AHH-Joon!"

I screamed, my voice wrecked, shredded, filled with everything-need, love, grief, joy.

"NAMJOON, fuck-I'm-I'm cumming-!"