SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

Chapter 33

You slip on the delicate lingerie you picked up this morning—the sheer black lace that hugs every curve like it was made just for their eyes. The fabric feels cool against your heated skin, the tiny straps digging in just enough to remind you how exposed you're about to be. You fix your hair one last time in the mirror, fingers trembling as you smooth down the strands. A deep breath. Another. Your heart is hammering so loud you swear they can hear it from the other room. *This is it. All seven of them. My soulmates.*  You walk out anyway. 

The moment you step into the bedroom, seven pairs of eyes lock onto you like you're the only thing in the universe. You fidget with the hem of the lace, suddenly hyper-aware of how short it is, how it barely covers the swell of your ass, how your nipples are already pebbled against the thin material. Jimin's gaze drags slowly down your body, lingering on the dip of your waist, the curve of your hips, all the way to your pretty white toes curling nervously against the floor. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

Jin stands first. He moves like liquid—slow, deliberate—until he's right in front of you, barely an inch of space between your bodies. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, and the intensity there makes your knees weak.  "You look absolutely fucking gorgeous, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping three full octaves, dark and rough. It vibrates straight through you, making your pussy clench hard around nothing. A tiny whimper escapes before you can stop it. You cross your legs instinctively, thighs pressing together. 

Jin notices immediately. A low, dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Look at you already squirming. My little pain slut can't even hide how bad she needs it." He reaches out, long slender fingers tracing from the hollow of your throat, down between your breasts, over the soft plane of your stomach, stopping just above your heat. You buck your hips forward on instinct, chasing his touch.  *Slap.*  His palm connects hard with your ass, the sting blooming hot and sharp. You moan at the slight pain, eyes fluttering.  Jin tilts his head, glancing over at the others with a smirk. "You see that? Daddy's girl loves a little hurt." His hand returns to your body, roaming again, but he's careful—teasing, never giving you what you crave. He pinches your nipple piercing through the lace and tugs gently. "That feel good, princess?" 

"Yes—fuck, it feels so good," you breathe, going limp against his chest. You let him hold you up, trusting him completely.  Jin's smile softens for a second, but the hunger is still there. "Good girl. I'm gonna tear this pretty little pussy up tonight... but first, I want to admire what's ours." His hands keep moving—slow circles, light scratches—while you try not to beg.  You glance past him and lock eyes with Hobi. He rises from the couch like a predator, stalking forward until he's crowding you from the side. Jin's hands never stop their lazy exploration, making everything feel hotter, wetter. Hobi cups your face with both palms, thumbs brushing your cheeks. 

"Princess... you're so fucking pretty. Do you even know that?" His voice is breathy, strained. "Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you right now? I'm dying to ruin you." He leans in and captures your lips in a fierce, claiming kiss. You moan into his mouth; he swallows every sound like he's starving for it. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. "I love you, babydoll. We all do. You're safe with us."  He turns to Jimin next, grabbing him by the neck and crashing their mouths together. Jimin melts instantly, gripping Hobi's arms. "Look at me, babyboy," Hobi growls against his lips, hand sliding down to palm Jimin's growing bulge. "Watch how she takes Jin. You're next if you're good." 

Your eyes drift to the couch where Taehyung has Jungkook pinned beneath him. Kook is flat on his back, hips snapping up into Tae's slick fist while his face twists in pleasure. "Ahhh—hyung... fuck, just like that," Jungkook moans into Tae's neck, voice wrecked.  Namjoon has Yoongi's sweats shoved down, stroking his soft cock with slow, sure pulls, using the precum leaking from the tip as lube. Yoongi's head is thrown back, hips chasing every stroke. "Shit, Joon... tighter—yeah, just like that," he groans.  Jin suddenly scoops you up like you weigh nothing. You squeak as he carries you to the massive bed and lays you down gently on the plush mattress. His eyes never leave yours while he peels the lingerie off piece by piece—slow, reverent, like unwrapping the best gift. When you're completely bare, he steps back.