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

Chapter 83: Obedience and Desire 🔥

"Shh," he murmured, dragging his teeth lower. "I’m not done with you yet."

And God help me, I didn’t want him to be.

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

The air between us is fire.

Thick. Suffocating.

A slow-burning fever crawling under my skin.

Namjoon’s weight presses me down into the mattress, his presence swallowing me whole.

I barely have time to catch my breath before his mouth is on mine again—hot, consuming, a kiss so deep it leaves no space for thought, no room for anything but him.

I whimper into his lips, my hands fisting into the sheets.

His lips are hot, searing, moving along my throat, sucking, biting, marking.

My skin feels branded—claimed. My pulse stutters as his teeth scrape, his tongue soothing the sting before he sinks in again, deeper, harder.

I’m trembling beneath him, my fingers tangled in his hair, my nails dragging against his scalp as I gasp, whimper, lose myself to the way he’s tearing me apart.

“Joon—”

A sharp bite at my collarbone makes me cry out, my back arching against the bed.

“You fit me so well baby, like you were made me. Belong to me,” he growls, his voice thick, dangerous,

I do belong to him.
And he fucking knows it.

His touch is rough, firm, a promise that he’s in control, that I am his to do with as he pleases.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm, teasing.

“So desperate. So fucking pretty when you’re like this.”

I can’t even argue.

My body is betraying me, arching into every touch, every word, every devastating kiss.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

And maybe he is.

"That’s it," he murmurs darkly, his voice dripping with possession.

"Let me hear you, baby. Let me feel how much you need this."

I do. Fuck, I do.

His tongue slides against mine, slow and commanding, tasting, teasing, completely in control. The way he kisses me isn’t soft—it’s deliberate, demanding, owning.

I moan against his lips, my body arching into his as his hands roam lower. He feels everywhere—his mouth tracing down my jaw, his teeth scraping just enough to send a shudder ripping through me.

His lips curving into a dark smirk.

"You love this, don’t you? Being under me like this. Completely at my mercy."

I shudder, my hands flying to his shoulders, desperate to ground myself, but he just laughs—low, deep, dangerous.

"Not so tough now, are you?"

His fingers graze down my sides, slow and teasing, tracing fire in their wake.

"I’ve got you all soft and pliant already."

I hate that he’s right.
But I love it more.

Namjoon shifts above me, his body pressing flush against mine, and fuck—the heat of him, the way his muscles flex beneath my fingertips—it’s too much.