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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

He chuckles darkly, voice dripping with amusement and heat. "You're trembling, noona."

"You're wrecking me," I pant, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more.

"Good," he growls. "Let me."

He kisses me again-rougher now, tongues tangling, lips parting with needy gasps. My fingers finally manage to undo a few buttons, slipping beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of his chest, the taut muscles flexing under my touch.

Taehyung shudders, dragging his teeth lightly over my lower lip before sucking it between his own, eliciting a shaky moan from deep inside me.

Between kisses, we snicker breathlessly, too caught up in the adrenaline.

"Romantic connection my ass," he whispers against my lips. "Feels more like a passionate connection already."

I giggle, but it's breathy, desperate. "Shut up and kiss me."

He does, crashing into me like a wave.

His hands are everywhere-sliding under my dress, caressing the curve of my waist, up my ribs, until his thumbs graze just under the swell of my breasts, teasing the edge but never quite going there.

I break the kiss, gasping, "Tae-"

"Patience, noona," he whispers, eyes dark and dilated. His lips move to my collarbone, kissing and licking as I writhe beneath him, my nails scraping down his back.

Then, suddenly, his hand cups my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice is a low warning, laced with hunger.

"I'm not going to make it to your apartment if we keep this up," he murmurs, forehead pressed to mine.

"Same," I breathe, barely able to think straight.

But neither of us stop.

His lips are back on mine, desperate and rough, teeth clashing.

His hand finally palms my breast, kneading through the fabric as I let out a broken moan, heat pooling everywhere.

"God, you feel so good," he groans into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip again.

"I've wanted to do this all night."

"Me too," I admit, voice ragged.

Tae trails his kisses lower-neck, collarbone, just above the line of my dress-before pulling back just enough to smirk at me.

"You're dangerous like this," he murmurs. "A mess, all because of me."

"Look who's talking," I fire back, my hand sliding down to graze over his bulge teasingly.

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut briefly. "Shit, noona."

Our laughter is breathless, heady, but full of heat. A chaotic storm neither of us want to stop.

We're giddy, hungry, and trembling with anticipation.

But then, Tae's breathing hard, lips swollen as he cups my cheek again, voice dipping even lower.

"How about," he whispers hotly, "we take this connection to the next level tonight, yeah?"

His voice, sinful and soft, sends a fresh pulse of heat through me.

I nod furiously. "Yes."

The word leaves my mouth without hesitation.

His grin is wild, wrecked. He kisses me one last time-slower now, reverent, like sealing a promise-before reluctantly pulling away.