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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

The fire is still there.
The chaos.
The desperate hunger.

But underneath it all... it's love.
Fierce. Feral. Forever.

And as we move together-harder, rougher, deeper-I can feel it in every thrust, every gasp, every time his name rips from my throat.

This is it.
This is us.

Even if I can't breathe.

Not because he's choking me-his fingers have eased-but because every molecule of air between us is heavy with him.

Hobi hyung rides me like he's chasing a god he already knows lives in his bones.

His hips are merciless, rhythm chaotic and holy, slapping down against my thighs like thunder.

My moans break into full-bodied cries.

"H-Hyung-fuck-oh God-!"

He's panting above me, flushed and furious, all control and no mercy.

"You like this?" he snarls through gritted teeth, grinding down harder-rough, possessive, breathtaking.

"You like being wrecked, baby boy?"

"Yes-yes, sir-please-fuck-yes!"

He huffs a dark laugh, sweat trailing down his neck like a sin I want to taste.

"Then take it."

He leans in, grabs my jaw, tilts my face until our foreheads press together.

The moment is fleeting-like a quiet between storms-and then he slams his hips down again.

I scream.
Raw. Open. Unfiltered.

"Ahhh-HYUNG-fuck-fuck-!"

"You sound so pretty when you break," he whispers, voice low and dangerous, a cruel softness blooming in every syllable.

"So loud. So mine."

He doesn't let up.
Every thrust feels like a sin soaked in worship.

He's dragging me through fire and rain and I'd follow him barefoot and bleeding just to feel him like this again.

I reach up-because I have to touch him-but he smacks my hand away, gently, firmly.

"No," he growls. "Lie there. Be good. Be mine."

I shiver.

He rides me harder.

My hands fist into the rug.
My back arches off the floor.
My lips are parted around incoherent sounds-moans, sobs, broken yeses.

He is a storm, and I am his altar.

"Such a good boy," he murmurs against my throat, lips brushing skin he refuses to kiss just yet.

"Taking me so well. Letting me ruin you."

"I-ahhh-fuck-I love you," I gasp, because I have to say it. "I love you, Hyung-so much-"

"I know," he says, not unkindly. "That's why I can do this."

And then-he changes everything.
In one swift motion, he shifts.

Pulls off me.
And I whimper-like something vital's been ripped away.

But he grabs my thighs, flips me over, and drags my hips up, chest down.

I choke on air.

His breath ghosts over my neck, lips against my ear.

"You ready to scream, golden boy?"