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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

His breath hitches.

A dark smirk plays at his lips as he watches me, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

"That's it,"

he murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair, tilting my head just how he wants it.

"Such a good boy for me."

His praise sends a shiver through me, and I don't hesitate.

I part my lips, letting my tongue glide over the slick tip of his cock, tasting him, feeling him.

The low, guttural sound that rumbles from his chest makes me burn with need.

"God, baby," Namjoon groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"That feels so good."

I hum against him, taking his hard cock deeper until it reaches the base of my throat, my head bobbing up and down at his thick length, letting my tongue swirl and press, drawing out more of those delicious sounds from him.

My hands move, stroking, teasing, gripping his base just the way I know he would like.

His thighs tense, his breath sharpens, and every shift in his body sends a thrill through me.

Then his hands move lower towards my ass.

A sharp gasp escapes me as he grips my cheeks, his touch firm, exploring, teasing and then he slaps my cheeck.

A muffled curse surges through me sending jolts of pleasure in him as my throat closes up on his cock.

"Fuck—your mouth feels—feels soo—so good—"

I shudder on him, my tounge slithering further as my moan vibrates around him, making him shiver and groan.

"Look at you," he grits, his voice dark and dripping with possession.

"So eager. So desperate for me."

I whimper, my body arching, needing more—needing everything.

He doesn't hold back. His fingers press deeper inside, between my cheeks,  stretching, claiming, making sure I feel every single movement.

The pleasure is unbearable, all-consuming.

I try to keep moving, try to keep up, but he's unraveling me too fast, too hard.

"Got to get you ready for me," he says, his voice a low growl.

"Got to make sure you're stretched out for me, baby."

I sob against him, my body trembling.

He works me open, his fingers curling, pressing, stroking that spot that sends white-hot pleasure tearing through me.

I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily, the sounds leaving me utterly wrecked.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"You're taking me so well."

He doesn't let up, doesn't stop until I'm shaking, until my entire body is flushed and aching for him.

Just when I think I can't take any more, he pulls back, his fingers leaving me empty and desperate.

Then, in one swift movement, he flips me over, pressing me down into the mattress, his body caging me in completely.

"I wanna be inside you when I cum,"

he growls against my ear, and a broken sound escapes me.

I brace myself, my body trembling in anticipation.