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

Chapter 65: Jazz Bars to Bed Sheets 🔥

Taehyung exhales hard, fixing his disheveled shirt as he settles behind the wheel, fingers still twitching like he's barely holding it together.

"Noona," he grits out, voice rough. "Buckle up."

I do as I'm told, barely able to suppress my grin as he starts the car, eyes dark and dangerous.

As he speeds toward my apartment, I can already feel the gravity of what's about to happen.

And I want every second of it.

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

The second Tae kills the engine in front of my building, we're already halfway out of our seats, eyes locked, breathing unsteady.

We burst out of the car, hands clinging to each other like magnets.

His fingers lace tightly with mine as we practically run through the empty parking lot and into the building's lobby, giggling like lovesick fools and entirely too wound up.

The elevator doors glide open with a soft chime, but the moment they slide shut behind us?

We crash.

Tae slams me gently against the cool elevator wall, his lips finding mine instantly, desperate and hot. His hands dive into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp.

I claw at the front of his shirt, dragging him impossibly closer. His hips slot perfectly between mine as our bodies grind in tandem, breathless, hungry.

"You're killing me," he groans into the kiss, mouth trailing down to my jaw, then my neck, nipping and sucking at every inch of skin like a man starved.

"Right back at you," I pant, rolling my hips into his.

His head drops to my shoulder with a low curse. "Fuck, noona."

But just as fast, the elevator dings at my floor. We pull apart, barely holding it together, cheeks flushed and breathing ragged.

But neither of us lets go.

Tae grabs my hand again as we stumble out of the elevator, exchanging breathless laughter. The hallway is empty, but the way we're pawing at each other, it might as well be a private tunnel.

I fumble for my keys, but Tae presses into me from behind, lips grazing the shell of my ear.

"You're shaking," he murmurs, voice thick with heat.

"Because you're impossible," I hiss, trying not to melt on the spot as his hands grip my hips, thumbs stroking small circles just under the fabric of my dress.

"Let me in, noona," he teases lowly, breath hot against my skin.

"I'm trying!" I laugh breathlessly, fumbling harder as his mouth returns to my neck, kissing and licking.