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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

Namjoon is right there, chest heaving, hands braced beside my head, caging me in.

His eyes—fuck—his eyes are dark, feral, locked onto me like a predator that’s finally, finally cornered his prey.

And I am his prey.

I can feel it in the air, thick and charged, wrapping around my throat like a leash I don’t remember putting on.

"Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve been doing to me?"

Namjoon growls, his voice a deep, rolling thunder against my skin. His hands flex against the wood, muscles taut, barely restraining himself.

I swallow hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs. "Joon—"

His name is barely out of my mouth before his fingers clamp around my jaw, tilting my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze.

"No," he murmurs, lips brushing mine but not touching, his breath a molten brand against my skin.

"You don’t get to say my name like that. Not after everything you’ve put me through."

My lips part, a shudder running through me.

Joon’s eyes flick down, watching the way I react to him, a slow smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

"You feel it too, don’t you?" he murmurs. His thumb drags over my bottom lip, pressing in just enough to make me tremble.

"The way I make you burn."

I bite down on a gasp, my fingers twitching at my sides, desperate to grab onto something, him, anything.

He notices.
Of course he notices.

His free hand slides down my waist, slow, deliberate, fingertips grazing my hip before gripping it hard. He pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through my clothes.

"Joon—"

"Shh." His tongue clicks, a warning, a command.

The moment stretches, thick and taut, before he finally, finally closes the distance—
His mouth crashes against mine.

It’s not a kiss.
It’s a claiming.

His lips move over mine with pure, unrestrained hunger, his tongue sweeping in, deep, possessive, leaving no space between us, no room for resistance.

Not that I’m resisting.
Not anymore.

I moan into his mouth, my hands flying to his shoulders, gripping, clinging, because fuck—he’s everywhere.

His scent, his taste, the sheer, suffocating presence of him.

His tongue slides against mine, dominating, exploring, teasing.

He tastes like fire, like something I could never hope to contain.

And he knows it.

"You like this, don’t you?" he mutters against my lips, voice husky, teasing, cruel.

I shudder, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His hand fists in my hair, tugging just enough to make me arch into him.

"Look at you," he breathes, dragging his mouth along my jaw, my throat, teeth scraping just lightly before he bites.

I gasp, my body jerking against him.

Joon chuckles.

"That’s right," he murmurs, tongue flicking over the mark he’s just made.

"I could devour you, couldn’t I? Completely consume you."