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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

Jungkook's POV

Hobi hyung is trembling beneath me-sweat-slick, flushed, wrecked.

And he's mine.

Every breath, every cry, every twist of his hips belongs to me right now.

"F-Fuck, Hyung," I pant, driving into him with steady, punishing thrusts.

"So tight-so good for me-God, you feel like heaven."

He screams.
Not from pain.
Never pain.

It's that sound I live for-high and guttural, like his body can't contain all the pleasure.

His fingers claw at the cushion, legs wrapped tight around my waist, trying to pull me in deeper, tighter, closer.

Like we could fuse together if he just wished hard enough.

"Ah-ahhh-Koo-fuck, fuck-don't stop-don't you fucking stop-!"

I can't. I won't.

I'm buried deep in him, arms wrapped around his waist, my hand sliding over every inch of him-down his chest, his stomach, his thighs.

I want to feel him everywhere.

I want to memorize the shape of his moans against my neck.

I want to paint his skin with the proof of us.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, kissing his shoulder. "Look at you-falling apart just for me."

He shudders, sobs out a breath that's all need and heat and helplessness.

And I lose myself again.

My hips roll harder, deeper.

The slap of our bodies fills the studio like percussion in a symphony.

Sweat drips down my back. My mouth finds the space just behind his ear and I pant into it,

"Mine. Mine, Hobi hyung. You're mine."

He cries out again-raw, guttural, unfiltered.

"Say it," I growl. "Say you belong to me."

"I-I-Koo-fuck!-I'm-yours-I'm yours-please-please-don't stop-don't ever stop-!"

I growl. That's all I need.
My fingers dig into his hips.
My lips drag down his spine.

My other hand roams everywhere-stroking, gripping, teasing him until he's shaking beneath me, every inch of him begging to be ruined.

He's a masterpiece.
But I don't let him fall over the edge.
I slow down, just enough to make him gasp.

"No-Kook-please-please-I'm close, I-"

"You're not cumming," I whisper, brushing his lips. "Not until I say. Not until you break for me."

He moans-so needy, so desperate.

"K-Koo-please-"

And then...
He stills.
Just for a moment.

His chest heaves. His muscles tighten.
And when he lifts his head, something in him is different.

His eyes-dark and gleaming like twin storms-lock onto mine. A grin curls at the edge of his swollen lips.

"Jungkook," he breathes, voice low and commanding. "On your back."