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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

I blink. My heart skips a beat.
My breath catches in my throat.

Oh.
Here it comes.

He shifts beneath me, and suddenly the air changes.

His hand pushes firmly against my chest-steady, unapologetic.

"Now," he snaps.

And God, I obey.
Of course I do.
I always do when he gets like this.

Because this is our rhythm.
Because I live for this.

I fall back, hands splayed against the rug, eyes wide, chest rising in anticipation.

And he's on me in seconds.

Straddling my hips, breath panting hard against my cheek, eyes molten fire.

"Ten years," he growls, leaning down until his lips hover over mine, "and you still think you're in charge?"

I barely get a breath in.

"Let me remind you who breaks you open."

His nails rake down my chest-slow, deliberate, a bite trailing behind every drag of his fingers.

I moan. Loud. Uncontrolled.

"H-Hyung-fuck-"

He grips my throat, hard.
Tight enough to make me surrender fully.

"You think you own me?" he snarls, grinding down hard against my hips, forcing a curse from my lips.

"I own you, Jeon Jungkook."

And he rides me.
Hard. Chaotic. Desperate. Beautiful.

Like he's trying to erase every moment we weren't this close, this raw.

Our bodies slap together-unrelenting rhythm, sweat mixing, breath catching.

"Fuck-yes-hyung-just like that-ahh-!"

"Call me sir," he growls, voice rough with power.

My eyes roll back. "S-Sir-fuck-yes-sir-!"

"Louder."

"SIR-! Oh God-sir-please-don't stop-don't stop-"

He leans in, hand still around my throat, and bites down on my collarbone hard enough to leave a promise.

"You're going to remember this every time you sit down," he whispers against my skin.

I moan-deep, wrecked, eyes wild.

He's grinding, thrusting, taking everything he wants from me.

His hips snap in brutal, perfect motion.

I grip his thighs like lifelines.
I'm gasping. Drenched in sweat.
My chest heaving.

His dominance-his sheer, stunning force-is breathtaking.

And through it all, I'm still whispering-
"I love you-I love you-I love you, sir-"

He slows, suddenly.
Leaning in, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is quieter now. Raw.

"And I love you, Jeon Jungkook, since the first time until the last. You're mine."

My hands wrap around his waist, clutching him tighter.

"Always yours," I breathe. "Only yours."

Our bodies don't stop moving-hips rolling, hearts racing.

But something in the air has shifted again.