SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

chapter 12

Joon's voice is the first thing that pulls me under, low and slow, like he knows exactly what he's doing to me. "So fucking pretty," he murmurs, and my entire body reacts like it belongs to him. Tae is still on the floor between my legs, my thighs resting in his hands—spread open, exposed, helpless in the most dangerous way. The way he holds me makes it feel like I'm offering myself up without even meaning to, like I'm surrendering.

"Gonna be a good girl for us?" Jin asks, and when I look at him, his eyes are darker than I've ever seen them. It makes my stomach twist. My lips part, my breath shaking as I nod. "Yes," I whisper. Jungkook's smirk deepens, his gaze dragging over me like I'm something sweet he's dying to taste. "She's so obedient when she's horny." The words send a shiver straight down my spine, and before I can respond, Jimin is at my neck again, kissing me like he's addicted—tongue sliding over my skin, slow and sinful. I gasp, my head tipping back, and the sound that escapes me is soft, desperate.

Hobi is kissing Jungkook, deep and heated, his hand wrapped around Jimin's throat as Jimin whimpers into his mouth. The sound makes my thighs tighten around nothing, and my pulse jumps like I've been caught doing something I shouldn't be watching. But I can't stop. I don't want to. Then my eyes drift, and I see Yoongi. He's sitting back like he has all the control in the world, legs spread, shoulders relaxed, calm as if the room isn't filled with heat and hunger. But it's impossible not to notice him, impossible not to feel him. The outline of him is heavy, thick, and when he shifts, it's like he's doing it on purpose—like he wants me to see. And when his eyes catch mine, I freeze. His stare pins me in place, sharp and dominating, like he's already decided I'm his.

Tae's hands glide up my legs beneath my dress, his touch feather-light but burning. His fingertips trace slow patterns against my skin, teasing, dragging it out until I'm trembling. "Can I?" he asks softly, his fingers hooking into my panties. The room goes quiet, every single one of them waiting on me. I bite my lip, my cheeks burning, and I nod. Tae exhales like I just gave him permission to sin. He pulls them down slowly, pushing my dress up until I'm completely exposed. The cool air hits me, but the way their eyes lock onto me makes me feel hotter than I've ever been. "Fuck..." Joon groans, his voice strained. Jungkook's voice is quieter, almost in awe. "It's so wet... so pretty."

My skin heats instantly, embarrassment mixing with something darker—something that makes me want to spread wider just so they can see more. "You gonna let us take care of you, baby?" Hobi asks, his voice warm and teasing, but there's hunger underneath it. "Yes," I moan, and it comes out like a confession. Then Jimin's fingers brush my chest, and he freezes. "...You have nipple piercings?" Before I can even answer, he tugs my dress the rest of the way off. I'm completely naked now, exposed in front of all seven of them. Every breath I take feels too loud, every heartbeat like it's shaking the room.

Jimin's eyes darken, and he pulls one into his mouth like he can't help himself. The sensation is instant—sharp, hot, electric. "Jimin—!" I gasp, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me so hard it makes my vision blur. He hums against me like he's proud of how easily he's making me fall apart. Joon's voice turns darker. "Make her scream, Tae." Tae's grip tightens on my thighs, and he pulls my hips down, locking my legs in his arms like he's claiming his place. His eyes flick up to mine, and his mouth curves into something wicked. "I wonder if this pussy tastes as good as it looks," he murmurs.

Then his tongue drags over me—long, slow, deliberate. I choke on a gasp, my body tensing before it melts, pleasure ripping through me so intensely my fingers curl into the couch. My hips grind helplessly against his mouth, and I can't stop the sound that leaves me. "Tae... oh my God..." His mouth doesn't stop. He licks and sucks like he's starving, like he's waited his whole life for this, and my body responds so fast it's humiliating. My thighs tremble, my stomach tightens, and all I can do is cling to the couch like it's the only thing keeping me from floating away.