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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

"Yes-sir-yes please-!"

He doesn't wait.

One hard thrust inside me-and I wail.

"FUCK-H-HYUNG-please-please-ahhhh-!"

He pounds into me with the kind of rhythm that's primal-unapologetic

My forehead presses to the rug, hands scrambling for purchase.

Every inch of my body is fire.
Every breath is laced with him-his scent, his voice, his moans.

And his voice-
"Oh, Koo... Look at you. So desperate. So wrecked. Just like how I like you."

He grips my hips tighter, pulling me back into every thrust like I'm a plaything molded just for him.

And I am.

"Yours," I sob. "Always-yours."

He groans-low and deep, like the sound coils in his chest before bursting out.

"You better be," he snaps, slapping my ass once-sharp and hot.

"Because I'm never letting you go."

Our bodies slap together.
Wet, wild, perfect.

The studio is a blur around us.
All I see is stars. All I hear is us.

He leans forward, presses his chest to my back, and fucks me slower now-deeper.

Each thrust carves him into me like scripture.

"You feel that?" he whispers, biting my earlobe. "That's me. All of me."

"I feel you-ahhh-fuck-sir-I feel you so good-!"

"You're not cumming," he warns, voice cold and hot at the same time.

"I-I won't-promise-I'm yours-!"

His moans are closer to growls now.
I'm trembling. Gutted. Glowing.

My body is his playground. His canvas.
My soul is already kneeling at his feet.
And still-he goes harder.

"Let go," he whispers, "but only when I say."

He bites my shoulder.
I scream.
And the room goes white-hot.

My throat is raw.
My body aches.
Not from pain, but from how deeply he's taken me apart.

Hobi hyung is behind me, voice low, breath like wildfire against my ear.

Every thrust is a strike of lightning down my spine.

Every drag of his hands is thunder rolling across my skin.

"Look at you," he pants, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other curled around my jaw as he pulls me upright, back against his chest.

"Can't even speak. You're nothing but noise now."

I gasp, jaw slack, legs trembling.

He's right.
I'm wrecked. Completely.

All that's left is instinct.
Obedience. Worship.

"I'm-I'm yours-" I manage, breath hitched.

"Say it louder," he snarls into my ear, his rhythm slamming into me so hard my knees nearly buckle.

"I'm yours-fuck-Hyung-sir-! I'm yours"

"That's right."

He pulls me tighter, lips ghosting the shell of my ear.

"You're mine. Every. Fucking. Inch."

And then he's moving again-faster, rougher, but with precision that makes my vision blur.