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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

"Don’t you dare hide from me," he breathes, his lips brushing over mine, teasing.

"I want to see every fucking reaction. Every little shiver. Every moan. I want to watch you come apart for me."

I whimper, my body betraying me again, my fingers twitching at my sides.

Joon notices.
He always notices.

His smirk deepens.

"Still pretending you don’t love this?"

he murmurs, dragging his lips down my neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before biting—a slow, sharp sting that makes me gasp.

His lips trail lower, his tongue flicking over the mark he’s just made, and then his mouth is at my chest, his hands gripping my ribs as he licks, bites, sucks—

“Fuck—” I choke on the curse, my head falling back, my hips jerking instinctively beneath him.

Namjoon chuckles, low and dark.

“You like that?” he murmurs, his teeth scraping over my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, tongue rolling, teasing, driving me insane.

I can’t even respond, too lost in the heat, the tension coiling tight in my stomach, the pleasure spreading like wildfire through my veins.

I moan, helpless, and his grip tightens.

“You’re so fucking responsive,”

he says, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“I could do whatever I want to you, couldn’t I? And you’d take it. You’d let me.”

I nod—fuck, I can’t even think anymore.

“Say it.”

“I—”

My breath hitches as his teeth sink in again, a sharp sting that makes my hips jerk.

“Say it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my body on fire, my skin burning everywhere he touches me.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

“I’d let you. I’d—”

“Good boy.”

The praise sends a violent shudder through me, my fingers tightening in his hair.

Joon hums, dragging his mouth down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin, making me whimper.

His hands slide lower, gripping my hips, holding me still as he settles between my legs, his breath hot against my thigh.

I’m trembling, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs.

“Joon—”

“Shh.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, his fingers tightening their grip.

“I told you, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

I’m lost.
Completely undone.

Joon’s touch is everywhere—commanding, relentless, a force I can’t fight even if I wanted to.

And I want more.
Need more.

“Joon—”

I gasp, but my voice is barely there, swallowed by the heat of his mouth against my throat.

His teeth sink in again, a sharp bite that makes my hips jerk against him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.