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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

“So fucking needy. You’re soaking this up, aren’t you? Letting me have you like this.”

I can’t even form words.

My fingers dig into his back, my nails raking down as he moves against me, his heat pressing, surrounding, consuming me whole.

“Stay still.”

His grip tightens, pinning me in place.

I whimper, my pulse hammering, my body betraying me as I arch into him, desperate for more friction, more of him.

My skin is burning, over-sensitive, every nerve ending alive beneath his touch.

And then his hand slides lower, his fingers curling around my cock, his grip firm, teasing,

"J-Joon—"

I barely register the first stroke before pleasure slams into me like a shockwave, ripping through my body with devastating intensity.

His hand slides around my cock, dragging up, down, slow and unrelenting.

I choke on a moan, my head falling back against the mattress.

Namjoon chuckles.

"That’s it," he breathes, his thumb swiping over the head, making me jolt.

"So sensitive for me. So fucking perfect."

I can’t take it.

The way he strokes me, slow and steady, never giving me enough, never letting me fall completely—it’s too much.

His mouth moves lower, tracing a hot path down my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucks, lips wrapping around the sensitive peak, tongue twirling and teasing.

"Fuck—Joon—"

I arch up into him, my body reacting before my mind can catch up, my breath hitching as he keeps going—biting, licking, sucking, owning.

He hums against my skin, his lips curving.

"That’s my good boy."

I swear I see stars.

His mouth moves back to mine, devouring me in another deep, searing kiss.

"You’re mine, Yoongi,"

he murmurs against my lips, his voice dark, thick with need.

I’m trembling, barely able to think, barely able to breathe.

My breath shatters, my back arching as his fingers tighten, dragging over me with unbearable precision.

“Fuck—Shit”

My voice is wrecked, breaking apart as he strokes again, slow, deliberate.

Joon hums, watching me, eyes dark, hungry.

“Messy already,”

he murmurs, dragging his thumb over the sensitive tip, smearing the hot cum gathering there.

“You’re falling apart so fucking beautifully for me.”

I shudder, gasping, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his chest, desperate for something to hold onto as he works me over, his grip firm, merciless.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His voice is low, dark, curling around me like smoke.

“Being touched like this. Being taken apart.”

I nod frantically, unable to do anything else.

“Say it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the heat curling tighter in my stomach, my body strung so tight I feel like I might snap.