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

Chapter 78: Breathless Confessions

The kiss is deep, urgent-messy. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing, tasting, taking.

I whimper into his mouth, unable to stop the way my body responds, the way I shift in his lap, pressing down just to feel more of him.

"Shit-" hyung hisses against my lips, his grip tightening on my hips as his head falls back against the couch.

His eyes flicker up at me, dark and heavy-lidded, chest rising in uneven heaves.

"Yoongi...baby"

The way he says my name-wrecked, pleading-sends a rush of heat down my spine. My fingers tangle in his hoodie, fisting the fabric as I grind down again, slower this time, deliberate.

"Ah-fuck," Jin hyung groans, his hands trembling slightly where they grip my waist.

His hips push up to meet mine, a slow, intoxicating friction that sends sparks dancing beneath my skin.

I gasp at the sensation, the pressure between us unbearable, perfect.

My forehead presses against his, our breaths mingling-harsh, uneven, filled with quiet, bitten-off moans.

"You feel so good,"

Jin hyung rasps, voice hoarse with need. His hands slide beneath my sweater, warm palms pressing against bare skin, tracing the curve of my back, pressing me closer.

I shudder at the contact, my own fingers slipping into his hair, tugging just enough to draw another deep groan from his throat.

His lips crash against mine again, desperate, all-consuming.

Our bodies move together in a slow, burning rhythm, hips grinding, hands gripping, every touch electric.

The heat between us coils tighter, suffocating, unbearable in the best way.

"Mmm-Baby-"

I gasp into his mouth, fingers curling around the nape of his neck as I press against him harder, chasing every bit of friction, every spark that ignites beneath my skin.

He swears under his breath, his grip bruising, his body trembling as he matches my movements, his own moans slipping out between frantic, open-mouthed kisses.

"Fuck-Yoongi-"

His voice breaks, his lips brushing against mine as he exhales sharply, his entire body shuddering beneath me.

And I know-
I know I will never get enough of him.

Not now.
Not ever.

Then-The front door swings open.

A gust of cold air rushes in, sending a shiver down my spine.

We freeze.

And then-

"Wow," a familiar voice drawls from the entrance.

"I saw four of my soulmates eating each other today. This really is the best Christmas ever."

Hyung and I snap our heads toward the door, still tangled together, flushed and out of breath.

Taehyung stands there, grinning like a Cheshire cat, one hand on his hip and the other holding a bunch of shopping bags.

His eyes sparkle with mischief, dark and knowing, lips curled in an expression that practically screams amusement.

Silence.
A beat.

And then-
Jin hyung snorts.

I bury my face against his shoulder, wheezing. Hyung's chest shakes beneath me, laughter spilling out of him in bright, breathless bursts.

"You-you absolute menace," I groan, but there's no real bite behind it, just warmth and exasperated fondness.

Taehyung beams. "Guilty."

Jin hyung, still breathless from both the kiss and the laughter, shifts slightly beneath me and looks up at him with a grin.

"You're back earlier than we expected."

"They kicked me out and then I had a feeling I should be home for this exact moment,"

Taehyung replies dramatically, tossing his coat and all the shopping bags onto the nearby chair before striding toward us.

"And ofcourse, as always, I was right."

I roll my eyes but can't stop the chuckle that slips out. Jin hyung is still snickering, cheeks flushed, breath still slightly uneven.

Tae plops down beside us on the couch and immediately throws his arms around both of us, squeezing tight.

Hyung groans playfully. "Tae, we can't breathe-"

"I don't care," Tae singsongs, burying his face against Jin hyung's neck.

"You guys are so in love, I can feel it in the air, and I refuse to be left out of this moment."

I huff a laugh, reaching up to ruffle Taehyung's curls. "You absolute idiot."

He grins, pressing a loud, exaggerated kiss against hyung's lips before dramatically flopping against me next to capture my lips.

Outside, the sun has finally disappeared beyond the horizon, the sky painted in deep indigo, stars flickering into view.

Inside, the warmth of the cabin settles around us.

Laughter spills into the room, easy and unrestrained, full of love and familiarity.

Wacha and Yeontan trot up onto the couch, squeezing between us, curling up in little fluffy balls of warmth.

And as the night wraps around us, as Jin hyung's arm tightens around my waist and Taehyung nestles comfortably against us both, I can't help but think-

This is exactly where I'm meant to be.

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Jin.

You have reached the Romantic Connection Phase with Yoongi.