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

Chapter 85: Need like Prayer 🔥

The air hit us like a wave.

Hot.
Heavy.

Thick with something far more intoxicating than spices or sauce.

Because what we walked into wasn't a kitchen anymore.

It was a furnace.

And right there-right there-pinned up against the counter, Jin hyung had his fingers tangled in Yoongi hyung's hair, back arched, mouth open in a breathless gasp as Yoongi hyung devoured him like a man starved.

Tongues collided, teeth scraped, hands gripped.

Their bodies moved with the kind of desperation that made the room feel too small, too intimate, like we were witnessing something sacred and obscene all at once.

Yoongi hyung's hand was under Jin hyung's shirt, dragging it up to expose soft skin and firm muscle, his fingers digging into the waistband of Jin hyung's pants like he was ready to tear them off.

Jin hyung, for his part, was grinding up against Yoongi hyung shamelessly, chasing every ounce of friction he could get.

"Holy shit," Joon hyung choked out beside me.

Neither of them looked up. Didn't even flinch.

Yoongi hyung's mouth moved to Jin hyung's neck, and Jin hyung moaned-loud, desperate, needy.

"Fuck-yes-so-sogood-"

"I missed this," Yoongi hyung growled, low and raw, right against Jin hyung's skin.

"Missed how you taste. Missed how fucking good you sound."

Jin hyung whimpered, hands clawing at Yoongi's belt now.

"Yoongi-fuck-don't stop."

"Never," Yoongi hyung murmured.

"You're mine, hyung. My fucking slut."

That's when Jin hyung gasped, hips bucking, fingers trembling as he palmed Yoongi hyung's bulge right there in front of the goddamn fridge.

I could feel Noona beside me stiffen like a soldier bracing for war.

Her eyes were locked wide open, mouth agape in pure horror-and yeah, maybe a little awe. I was right there with her.

But Joon hyung?

Namjoon hyung looked like he was buffering. Literally.

Man was blinking like his brain had entered safe mode.

One hand gripped the kitchen doorway like it was the only thing anchoring him to this dimension.

His jaw dropped, then shut, then dropped again. He looked like he was debating reciting the Constitution just to feel in control.

And honestly? I didn't blame him.

Yoongi hyung had Jin hyung pressed against the counter like a man starved, tongue tracing a filthy line up Jin hyung's flushed jaw as if the air itself had aphrodisiac properties.

Jin hyung's shirt was undone halfway down, collar askew, revealing a bite mark so fresh it was basically steaming.

Y/N noona blinked. Once. Twice.
And then she absolutely snapped.

"SERIOUSLY IN FRONT OF OUR FOOD FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE?!"

she bellowed, her voice cracking into a pitch that probably shattered a wine glass in the next room.

Jin hyung moaned in response.
Moaned.

"Fu-Fuck-Yoongs-"

And Yoongi hyung? That bastard growled. Low, rough, and feral.