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

Chapter 120: This Quiet, Loud Love. 🔥

He rolls his hips again-hard.

"Then let me," he whispers. "Let me own you."

And I do.
God, I do.

His hands, his voice, the sharp command of his body over mine-he's carved into my skin now. I don't even know where I end and he begins.

He thrusts deep again, unrelenting, forcing a wrecked moan from my lips.

"Ah-Hobi-sir!"

My back arches against the rug.
My body begs even louder than my voice. Sweat slides down my temple.

My fingers tremble where they grip the base of the desk-something solid in a sea of chaos.

He's above me, staring down like a god surveying his sacrifice.

"No more words," he commands, voice low, wrecked, delicious. "Just feel."

I try to nod.
But all I can do is shatter.

He leans in again, hips snapping forward with the same brutal rhythm, his mouth dragging across my jaw.

"You're so close," he murmurs darkly, biting at my earlobe.

"I can feel it. You're holding on, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes-sir-" I choke. "You said-don't-don't come until-"

"That's right." His breath is fire.

His next thrust is deeper. Crueler. Perfect.

"You don't come until I let you."

I sob.
Because I can't take it anymore.

My whole body is thrumming, pulled tight like a wire stretched to the breaking point.

Every nerve ending is screaming for release. But I hold. For him.
For us.

"Good boy," he groans, dragging his nails down my side.

"You're mine. All of this-every inch of this wrecked, desperate body-is mine."

His words crack through me.
I'm choking on breath, on moans, on the ache that's built so high I can't even see over the edge anymore.

Then-his hand wraps around the back of my neck.

He slows.
One. Two.
Three devastating thrusts that feel like the end of the world.

And then-he speaks.

"Cum for me."

The second I hear it-everything inside me detonates.

I scream.
Loud. Open. Guttural.

My vision whites out. My entire body locks, every muscle trembling like it's about to come apart at the seams.

My hands fist the rug.

My chest heaves as the final wave crashes over me like it's trying to drown me in heat and love and him.

Hobi hyung holds me through it.
Never stops moving.
Never stops murmuring filth and love and everything in between.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his lips ghosting my temple.

"That's what I wanted. Look how beautiful you are when you break."

I sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed.
And he doesn't let me fall.

Even as he pushes me further.

Even as his own rhythm turns ragged, desperate, frantic with his own need, chasing the place I just came from-
He holds me. Worships me. Owns me.