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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

"Still pretending you don’t love this?" he taunts, lips ghosting over my ear.

"Still acting like you don’t fucking melt when I touch you?"

I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He clicks his tongue.

"Wrong move, baby."

His hand slips between us, palming me through my remaining clothes, fingers pressing just enough to make my hips jolt up into his touch.

"Fuck—" My breath stutters out, my entire body betraying me, heat pooling deep in my stomach.

Joon grins.

"There it is." His fingers tighten, dragging slowly—too slowly—making me ache.

"Look at you, trembling for me. So fucking desperate."

I am. God help me, I am.

"Joon—please—"

His fingers tighten, his other hand gripping my jaw, forcing my gaze to his.

"Please, what?" His tone is pure sin, dark and intoxicating.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need."

I swallow hard, my lips swollen, my breath uneven.

"I—I need you."

His eyes darken.

"Yeah?" His hand moves again, deliberate, teasing, cruel.

"Need me to what?"

"Joon—"

"Say it,"

he growls, his mouth brushing against mine, his fingers tightening their grip.

"Tell me how badly you want me to ruin you."

My head spins.

Every nerve in my body is screaming for him, for more.

I squeeze my eyes shut, barely able to breathe.

"You make me yours," I whisper, my voice breaking.

Namjoon groans—deep, primal, satisfied.

"That's right, you are. You've always been all fucking mine."

Then he’s stripping me—his hands rough, urgent, desperate—tugging my clothes away like they offend him, like they’re in the way of something he owns.

And fuck—I let him.

I let him take, let him have, because there’s no space left between us, no resistance in my body—just heat, just hunger, just him.

His hands are everywhere, tracing every inch of bare skin, his mouth following—kissing, licking, biting, branding.

By the time I’m completely bare beneath him, my skin is flushed, my breath ragged, my body trembling under his touch.

Namjoon stares.

His eyes drink me in, slow and deliberate, his gaze dark with something heavy, something possessive.

"Fuck,"

he murmurs, running a hand over my waist, my stomach, his fingers pressing down just enough to make me shudder.

"Look at you."

I turn my face away, heat crawling up my neck, but he’s not having it.

His fingers grip my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.