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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

I whimper, heat pooling low in my stomach, every nerve ending buzzing like a live wire.

"You like when I take control," he continues, lips moving down, over my collarbone, open-mouthed, hot, hungry.

"You like when I make you flush. You like when I make you mine."

I squeeze my eyes shut, my head falling back against the door.

His hand grips my chin again, forcing my gaze back to his.

His lips moved to my jaw, then down my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before he bit—just enough to make me gasp, to make my knees wobble beneath me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before his hands were moving again, fingers slipping beneath my shirt, dragging it up, his palms hot and possessive against my skin.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, mouth trailing lower, licking, sucking, biting—leaving his mark wherever he pleased.

“You are mine. You hear that? MINE.”

I could feel it.
Feel him.

His bulge taut.
Hard. Unyielding.
Pressed against me with no room for misinterpretation.

I swallowed thickly, my hands fisting into his shirt as if that could keep me grounded, keep me from unraveling completely.

"Joon—" My voice broke, breathless, and Namjoon groaned like he wanted to devour me whole.

his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between us.

I clenched my jaw, trying to fight the way he made me feel, but it was useless. My body was already surrendering to him, burning under his touch.

he dragged his hands down my back, fingers digging in possessively.

"Fuck—my good boy taste so fucking good," he purred.

A shudder ripped through me, heat pooling low in my stomach at the way he said it, like he owned me, like he knew exactly how much I wanted him.

His mouth found mine again, hungrier this time, his tongue sweeping past my lips as he kissed me deep, consuming.

It was all teeth and heat, our breath mingling, our bodies pressed so close I could feel every ripple of his muscles, every ounce of his control fraying at the edges.

The shirt I was wearing—was suddenly being pulled over my head, and then his hands were everywhere.

Fingertips ghosting over my ribs, my stomach, sliding down, down—
My breath hitched.

"Still pretending you don’t want this?" he taunted against my lips, his voice dark, teasing.

I exhaled sharply, trying to glare at him, but it was pathetic at best when my body was already arching into his touch.

"You’re insufferable," I muttered.

Joon chuckled, low and wicked.

"And yet, you’re still right here."

Before I could retort, he had me moving—walking me backward toward the bed, his hands firm on my waist.

My legs hit the edge, and then he was pushing me down, climbing over me, caging me beneath him.

I barely had time to process the weight of him before his mouth was on me again, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my chest, his tongue tracing fire along my skin.

I gasped as he bit just below my collarbone, his tongue soothing the mark immediately after.

"Joon—"