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

Chapter 85: Need like Prayer 🔥

"You like that hmmm-So fucking good for me"

Like being caught only turned him on more.

He gripped Jin hyung's ass and rocked into him like we weren't three feet away and rapidly combusting.

Namjoon hyung made a tiny choked sound beside me-like a man experiencing a spiritual crisis and a boner at the same time.

He adjusted his sweatpants subtly-but not subtly enough.

I caught it.
Y/N noona caught it.
Even Joon hyung himself caught it.

"Fuck," he whispered, eyes wide.

"I am...not okay."

Y/N noona bolted into the kitchen, fury radiating off her in waves as she grabbed the nearest wooden spoon like it was Excalibur.

"OUT! Get your horny asses OUT. OF. THIS. KITCHEN!"

Jin hyung giggled through a moan.

A moan, for god's sake.

"What if we're almost done?"

"You're never done!" Y/N noona screeched.

"I swear to god-TAE! BACKUP!"

But I was doubled over, tears in my eyes, trying not to keel over from laughing and very poorly suppressing the fact that I was also getting kind of turned on.

I mean-come on.

Jin hyung was flushed, lips bruised, hair a wild mess, and Yoongi hyung was gripping him like he was trying to merge their souls through sheer pelvic pressure.

Yoongi hyung turned his head lazily toward us, eyes black as midnight, smirking like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"We were cooking something..."

"Yeah," I choked out, wheezing.

"Each other."

Joon hyung wheezed louder, gripping the counter like he might faint.

"Please stop. I'm too pure for this,"

he whimpered, but his body was betraying him hard-like, rock hard.

Man was a walking paradox, horny and ashamed and fighting for his dignity with every breath.

Yoongi hyung just rolled his eyes like this was fine.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabbed Jin hyung's hand and tugged him away, both of them panting, moaning, stumbling down the hallway with their hands all over each other like a scene from a banned film.

"Save us some champagne!"

Jin hyung yelled over his shoulder, shirt falling off one side completely now, hair wild, lips kiss-bitten and puffy like he'd been in a lip gloss ad shot in hell.

As noona stirred the stew and I chopped vegetables beside her, the distant sounds of moans and groans filtered through the hallway again.

We froze.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

A loud, wet sound followed.

Followed by, "Take it, slut. Just like that-"

"GET OUT OF HERE!!"

Y/N noona shouted toward the hallway.

"WE CAN STILL HEAR YOU!!"

More laughter.
More running.

A door slammed down the hall.

Silence.