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

Chapter 66: A House, A Home, A Promise 🔥

His hand skims over every curve, squeezing and caressing with a reverence that borders on worship, yet the desperation behind every touch is undeniable.

Taehyung pulls away, breathing heavily as his eyes roam over me, lingering at every inch of bare skin.

"God, you're stunning," he rasps, voice raw. "Like this... underneath me... you're unreal."

I'm already breathless, but his words make me ache deeper. "Tae..."

He bites his bottom lip, looking like he's barely holding back. "I want you," he growls softly. "Now."

I nod, eyes wide, heart pounding against my ribs.

I feel the tip of his length, entering inside me in one smooth motion. I gasps trembling at his length. God he's so fucking big.

We're shifting together, bodies aligning, finding that rhythm like we've been dancing to it our entire lives.

Taehyung's hand slides beneath my lower back, pressing me closer, as if he's determined to erase the very space between us.

His breath is hot against my neck, voice low and reverent as he whispers, "I need all of you."

Every thrust is purposeful, deeper, as though each movement is a silent confession.

My hands grip his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, and he hisses softly-eyes dark, hungry, but laced with so much tenderness it makes my chest ache.

"You feel like heaven," he murmurs, voice gravelly with restraint, like he's holding himself back from losing all control.

"God, Tae," I gasp, overwhelmed by how he fills every inch of me, how every roll of his hips makes me tremble. "Don't stop."

His thumb brushes my cheekbone as his other hand fists the sheets beside my head. "Never," he promises, before his lips descend on mine.

The kiss is messy, teeth clashing, mouths open in breathless moans as we pour every ounce of want into it.

Between kisses, there are words-praise, laughter, sighs of relief like we've both been starving for this.

"So perfect," he growls, hips snapping with more urgency.

My legs wrap tighter around his waist, urging him deeper. His forehead presses to mine as our breathing tangles, quick and desperate.

"I love how you sound," he rasps, each breath coming out broken. "How you cling to me."

"Tae-" I gasp, my voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashes through me.

His hand drifts down to cradle the back of my head, holding me steady as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"You're everything," he whispers, raw and honest, as we move faster, together. "Mine."

"Yes," I whimper, overwhelmed by the intensity. "Yours."

His responding moan is guttural, and for a moment, it's like the world shrinks to just this-our bodies, our breathing, the frantic pounding of our hearts.

The room feels too small to contain the fire curling between us, but we don't slow down. If anything, the need to fall apart in each other's arms only deepens.

Every grind, every desperate kiss, every whispered confession pulls us closer to the edge until we're trembling, undone, completely lost in each other.

Taehyung presses his forehead to mine, both of us trembling under the weight of the moment, the electricity humming between us like a live wire.

"God you feel so good," he whispers, voice wrecked with emotion and hunger. "So fucking good."