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

Chapter 125: Breached, but Not Broken 🔥

He takes out his fingers as I moan from the emptiness of his warmth inside me and aligns his cock slowly, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked with mine.

And when he pushes forward. My entire body sinking on his hard cock as he grunts against the heat of my walls-slowly, reverently-I feel it in every inch of my soul.

My back arches, mouth falling open in a broken,

"Nnghh-yes... oh god..."

He moans low in his throat, his grip on my hips tightening as he moves-deep, slow, deliberate.

Like he's trying to memorize the feel of me around him, like this is more than just need.

It's worship.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps.

"You feel so-god-so perfect."

We move together in a rhythm that builds with every breath, every moan, every wet kiss pressed to my jaw, my chest, the underside of my breast as he licks and sucks and makes me feel like I'm unraveling.

"Yoongi-don't stop-right there, right there-"

His teeth graze my nipple and I gasp, hips jerking, and he groans in response, grinding up into me with more force now, chasing the edge.

"You sound so good," he pants. "You sound like mine."

And I am. In every way that matters.
Mind, body, soul-right here, right now.
All his.

His pace grows rougher-still careful, still him-but raw now. Unfiltered.

Each thrust is a promise and a plea.

His mouth moves with purpose, dragging open kisses along my breasts, his tongue circling one nipple before his lips close around it, sucking just hard enough to make me cry out.

"Yoongi-ahh-oh my god-"

He moans against my skin, the vibration sending sparks through me, his fingers digging into my hips as he grinds up into me again, deeper, slower, harder.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room-wet, rhythmic, desperate.

Our moans echo off the walls, tangled and breathless.

My hands fly to his shoulders, nails raking down his back as the knot inside me coils tighter, higher.

"I'm so close," I whisper, voice shaking.

"Me too-fuck-I can feel you," he growls, his hips stuttering as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, breath hot and frantic.

His thumb moves between us-pressing, circling-pushing me over the edge.

It hits me like a wave-hot, all-consuming. I break apart with a sobbed

"Yoongi-!", my body clenching around him as I tremble in his arms.

He gasps-"Shit-fuck-baby-"

and follows me over the edge with a moan that sounds like surrender, hips jerking as he spills into me, forehead still pressed to mine, eyes fluttering shut as if I'm the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

For a moment, we just breathe-our bodies tangled, our pulses racing, the only sound in the world the quiet, ragged rise and fall of our breath.

And then-He kisses me.
Soft. Slow. Reverent.

A post-storm kind of kiss.

His hands run up my back as if to memorize me, and mine cradle his face, anchoring us in the silence.

"I love you" I whisper, pressing my lips to the space beside his ear.

His arms tighten around me instantly.

"I love you much more Jagiya" he replies, voice rough with emotion.

"Even if the whole world glitches-I'll still find you."

And in the dim light, curled together in the afterglow of everything we are, I realize,
The world can shake.

LoveMap can fall apart.

The silence in the system can stretch endlessly, unnerving and unknown.

But here, in this breath, this touch, this bond-We're unshakable.

We hold each other.
We laugh.
We worry.

But we do it together.

The code may tick silently in the dark, but every time I see them-all seven of them, so different and radiant and real-I know exactly where my soul belongs.

And if anyone tries to shake that again?
We'll be ready.