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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

When I finally manage to unlock the door, we tumble inside together, the door slamming shut behind us.

Wacha, perched lazily on the back of the couch, blinks at us, tail swishing in judgment.

"Sorry, Wacha," I gasp as Tae pins me to the door.

"Not sorry," Tae mutters against my throat, clearly too far gone to care.

Then we're gone-lost in each other, lips colliding in a feverish kiss as I lock my arms around his neck. His hands are everywhere-palming my ass, tugging at my dress, sliding up my sides as if he can't decide where to touch first.

"God, you're addictive," he growls, voice dark and heady.

I yank at his shirt, buttons scattering as we stumble toward the living room, laughter spilling between kisses.

"You're-" I gasp between breaths, "-such a menace."

"And you love it," he smirks before diving back in, kissing me breathless, biting at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.

We bump into the side table near the couch, knocking a small vase onto the floor with a sharp crash.

Tae barely flinches, his hands sliding up to cup my face. "We'll clean it later."

I laugh into his mouth, dizzy with adrenaline and heat.

His jacket hits the floor first, then my heels, leaving a trail of chaos behind us as we stumble toward the bedroom.

By the time we hit the hallway wall, Tae's pulling my dress off my shoulders, kissing along the newly exposed skin.

His lips drag over my collarbone, making me shudder.

"You're gorgeous," he breathes. "Every part of you."

My fingers claw at his belt as I pant, eyes glazed with desire. "Tae-"

His mouth crashes back onto mine, muffling whatever plea I was about to make. His hands roam my body, tracing every curve like he's memorizing me.

We finally break apart for air, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in hot, ragged puffs.

"Bedroom," I manage to whisper.

Tae nods, but instead of pulling away, he drags his lips to my ear, voice dropping to a sinful murmur.

"Once we get there," he rasps, "I'm not letting you leave that bed for a while."

I nearly whimper. "Deal."

We stumble the last few feet into my bedroom, barely making it through the doorway before Tae kicks the door shut with his heel.

And when he turns back to me, eyes dark and wild, his shirt half-untucked, chest heaving?

I know there's no stopping us now.

As soon as the door slams shut behind us, we were on each other like magnets finally snapping together after being pulled too far apart.

Tae surges forward, his lips crashing into mine with no patience left. Hands fisting in my hair, his kiss is rough, possessive, swallowing every gasp that escapes me as we stumble blindly toward the bed.

Our teeth clash, breath hitches, and laughter spills out between the chaotic pull of lips and tongues, like we both know we're about to lose ourselves entirely.

Tae tugs my dress the rest of the way off, letting it fall somewhere behind me, leaving me in nothing but lacy undergarments.

His eyes darken, and he groans, running a hand down my side.