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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

“I—”

My breath hitches as he strokes again, his pace just a fraction faster, his grip just a little firmer.

Joon clicks his tongue.

“Use your words, baby.”

“I like it,”

I gasp, my nails digging into his skin.

“I love it—I love—”

A sharp groan rips from my throat as he twists his wrist just right, sending another bolt of pleasure shooting through me.

“Such a good boy for me.”

His voice is molten, his breath hot against my ear.

“Let me feel you. Give it to me.”

I can’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips—moans, gasps, whimpers—completely wrecked, completely his.

"Fuck—Joon—I—God—"

My body moves on instinct, hips rolling up, grinding into his touch, chasing the unbearable pleasure building, climbing, consuming me.

"Fuck baby—you look so good writhing under me, feels so good and wet in my hands"

Namjoon growls, dragging me closer, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he strokes faster, relentless, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck!—Joon!"

I can’t hold on.
I don’t want to hold on.

His grip tightens, his lips brushing my ear, his voice the final push that destroys me completely.

“Cum for me, baby.”

And I do.

"Shit—Shit—Shit! Fuck! Joon! That's—"

The pleasure crashes over me in waves, violent, blinding.

My entire body shudders, my breath breaking apart as I cry out, lost in the sensation, lost in him.

The world tilts, my vision blurring as I fall, my pulse a deafening roar in my ears.

Joon doesn’t stop.

"Shit!—Fuck Joon—Oh God—"

He strokes me through it, his hands firm, grounding, guiding me as I tremble beneath him, utterly wrecked, utterly his.

And when the last aftershocks fade, when I’m left a shaking, breathless mess beneath him, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my mouth, his voice dark, possessive. “You know that, don’t you?”

I nod weakly, still dazed, still floating.

His lips curve into a smirk.

“Good.”

I barely register the way Namjoon pulls me close, his lips pressing hotly to my temple, his breath ghosting over my skin like fire.

Then he moves back, sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto me with a hunger that makes my body heat from the inside out.

"Come here, baby."

His voice is deep, commanding, edged with something dark and possessive.
I know exactly what he means.

Swallowing hard, I crawl toward him, my body drawn to him like a force I can't resist.

My hands find him first, my fingers wrapping around his long, thick, hard, dripping cock, feeling the muscle, the heat, the weight of him, the way he twitches under my touch.