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

Chapter 119: Unspoken, Unfolding, Ours 🔥

Like something I've prayed for.

I lean in, kiss the inside of his knee.

"I've loved you since before I knew what love was," I murmur, kissing up, kissing slow.

"Let me show you."

His fingers tangle in my hair immediately.

"K-Kook-please-need you-more-oh God-"

My lips find the inside of his thigh, suck a mark that makes him wail-a raw, high sound that punches the air out of both of us.

He tugs at me. "Please-I want you so bad-Kookie, baby, I'm so ready-"

His voice shatters around the syllables, sharp and breathless.

I tease him anyway.

I stroke his cock-slow and precise. Watching him unravel.
Feeling the way he grips me.

"Koo-ahh-fuck-yes-right there, right-yes-"

My mouth follows.
I taste. I claim. I make him sing.

He arches like he's possessed.

Moaning, panting.

"Ohhh God-ahhh-fuck-yes-Kookie-please-I'm gonna-fuck-"

I slow down. He cries out.

"No-don't stop, please-don't fucking stop-"

I slide up, body pressing against his, kiss him slow and deep. His hands clutch at my shoulders, at my waist.

Anywhere he can hold.

"You're mine," I whisper against his lips.
He nods frantically.

"Yours-yes-Kook, please-I need you-now-"

I press our foreheads together.
Breathe him in. Let the moment hold.

Then I grab his hips and line us up.
His breath catches.

"K-Kook-fuck-"

The moment I push inside him, the world goes quiet.

No music. No candle crackle.

Just his breath-one shattered gasp as his back arches beneath me.

"Jungkook-" he chokes out, legs trembling around my waist. "Fuck-"

His voice is the sound of every prayer I never had the courage to say out loud.

I bury my face in his neck, breath shaking.

"You're so-God, Hyung- you feel like fire."

His hands claw at my back, pulling me closer, needing me deeper.

We move together like we've never been apart.

"More," he whispers, voice trembling. "Please-don't stop-"

I don't.
I can't.

Every thrust is deliberate-full of heat, hunger. His moans curl up my spine, set every nerve ending alight.

"K-Koo-ah-yes-right there, right there, please-!"

He sounds wrecked. Gone. Beautiful.

I grip his hips, drive into him harder, and he shatters into another broken moan, grabbing at the rug like it might anchor him.

"God, baby," I breathe against his ear.

"Look at you... taking me so well. You love this, don't you?"

He gasps-"Yes-yes-Kook, I-God-please-!"

His whole body trembles beneath me, but I don't let him break.