⚠️ EXTREME MATURE CONTENT- You have been warned ⚠️

HOBI POV:

Seeing that shirt fall, seeing that silent invitation, that inner strength ooze out in radiant sparkling allure and the way she stands there without hiding, without moving her arms to shield herself has deep need stirring in my gut, has desire seeping through to my veins and flooding through my blood.

Her eyes flicker red, influenced by the way the pheromones spike in the room, coven scent becoming thicker as it seeps out, trying to mingle with her lone sweet heady scent that trails off her in intoxicating waves.

It's like a game of waiting. Of seeing who'll snap first, who'll rush to scoop her close and breathe in her sweet scent with unrestrained access and am unsurprised to find that all of us simultaneously move, shift closer as if feeling that tug, that undeniable tether between us yank- moving us forward, unable to stop our feet from moving towards her.

"Oh sweet sinful mate." Joonie groans as he comes to stand behind her, large hands settling on her waist, brushing her hair to one side to brush a lingering kiss to the crook of her shoulder and neck, lips lingering on her skin.

"The things you do to us. Where did you get this? It looks like it's been painted onto your skin." Jin hyung asks, hands teasingly brushing and skimming across her sides, unable to fight that magnetic compelling urge to touch her, unable to keep his hands away- feathery touches that avoid riling her up, to veer into dangerous territory just yet. His lips are curved up in  soft smile, eyes wide with wonder.

"Eunwoo and MJ oppa had it custom-made. It's their mating gift for me." she confesses, eyes flickering between red and her usual colour- warring with the instincts threatening to take over completely, to offer herself up completely to be mated. Her eyes flutter shut when Tae's hand slides around her waist, toying with the slither of skin, fingers skimming and brushing across the edge of the fabric, nails sliding under and giving it a light trawl of them across her skin. She shudders as we gravitate closer and closer, instinctively leaning into every touch, into every hand that grazes across her exposed skin, brushing against sheer lace.

"This colour makes me want to mark you, to finally taste you." I say, voice coming out as a low rasp of words against her collarbone, trailing soft kisses up until I finally take her lips with my own, slow and yet urgent, thoroughly exploring and tracing the shape of her lip, tongue roving over the soft plushness and pushing past the seam of them, sliding into her hot mouth, to brush against her own tongue. The kiss is slow, a fire that begins simmering under the surface of our skins and rises as it gains strength, pushing against the surface- itching to finally be dispelled as I take her bottom lip between my teeth- a slow drag before nipping hard, tongue immediately roving over the small pressure when it elicits a startled groan swallowed by my mouth.

When my lips slide away from her, my eyes drag to the hypnotic way her lips have darkened, swollen and plumped up with pressure, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, enticing swells of her breasts heaving, straining against the lace. My hands slide up from her cheeks down to teasingly brush against the curve of her chest, skimming under the heavy underside, before trailing down to settle on the curve of her hips, tugging her closer.

Her hands slide up my chest, tugging at the lapels of my suit jacket to bring me closer, fingers fumbling before gripping the collar of my shirt, opening them up one by one, eyes lowering to follow the path her fingers make.

I groan when I feel the first touch of her hands against the bare skin of my chest, roving almost exploratorily, hands that brush across my chest, before sliding up to push the shirt off my shoulders, drawing it off my frame.

"Unfair if I'm the only one undressed isn't it?" she asks, voice slightly breathless, eyes becoming a deeper red, but there's a shyness, a sweet vulnerability to her eyes.

"Absolutely unfair." Tae answers, voice low and rough, and when she turns to peer over her shoulder, a breathless laugh escapes at the way he hasn't even bothered to unbutton his shirt, but his hand that had been cupping Jungkookie's face, slides down to fist the fabric, where a small glimpse of smooth skin is exposed, the low of his throat and promptly tugs, hand pulling it downwards, buttons scattering.

The startled yelp and huff of laughter has the atmosphere lightening the slightest fraction, and everyone pauses to undress each other, hands lingering and skimming over each other's bodies as we discard our suits, feeling the bond burn with the way Yoongi hyung is crackling fiery dominance as he tugs Joonie forward, hands fisting into the fabric and claiming his mouth, hands impatiently dispelling the clothes that cover his golden honeyed skin from sight. The clothes disappear to reveal smooth broad figures clothed only in fitting boxers, each body the embodiment of perfection- desire personified, each mate holding that silent attraction that beckons without trying, without consciously inviting.

The air thickens as everyone curves automatically towards us, towards our youngest and only unclaimed mate. Sparks fly with each touch, with each brush of skin.

And my hands on her hips tighten, clamping down on the supple soft flesh of her curves, trailing down her thighs, bending down so I can cup the back of her thighs, lifting her up and cradling her towards me, feeling my heart fit to burst when she lets out a surprised yelp, hands immediately flying to my shoulders as she peers at me, hair forming a curtain.

I set her down on the edge of the bed, guiding her down to lie on the mattress, hair splayed out across the sheets, fingers scrabbling for purchase in them when I shoot her a small smile, head hovering over hers, body propped up and supported by my arms on either side of her head.

"Let us take care of you. Let us show you how much we love you, how much we've waited for this moment." I murmur.

"Will you all finally claim me?" she asks, throat bobbing, looking like seduction as she peers at us, head rising slightly, eyes remaining red for longer as she takes in the sight of us all around her.

"In every way. If you let us." Jin hyung says, voice rough and laced with desire and love and longing as he moves closer.

"In every way...please." She whispers, her sensual plea carrying across the room to each of us easily.

And I press a final lingering kiss to her lips before moving back, fussing when she makes a keening sound, hands trying to latch onto me, eyes deepening- instincts pushing in further, recognising it as a mate leaving.

"None of us are leaving you." I reassure her, even as Kookie and Jiminie slide to either side of her, brushing soft calming kisses to her cheeks, to her temple, curving in close.

"Promise?" she asks, even as her breath hitches when Jin hyung takes my place, lightly sucking at the skin of her throat, not hard enough to mark. Not just yet.

Everyone nods, gravitating onto the large bed, to let her instincts feel soothed, calmed by the fact she's surrounded by all of us and a needy whimper slips out when Jin hyung continues sucking, nipping at her skin, plump lips getting to work to leave the first mark of the night on her.

He leans back to admire the red blossoming mark on her throat as his hands begin to skim over the lace, drawing the straps down off her shoulders, revealing with the movement- more of her breasts until they spill out as he tugs downwards, hand sliding under her back to draw her up, chest flush with his as he unclips the maroon lacy bra off her, the fabric discarded as he lowers his head to lavish attention to her collarbones. I move closer, Tae's hand large and slender trailing over her right breast, drawing and coaxing out moans as he lowers his head to double his efforts, lips and fingers lavishing equal attention, curved over Jimin's frame.

Slowly several hands begin to make her unravel, slowly unwrapping the sinful gift she'd adorned herself in, everyone shifts closer and when Jin hyung's legs position between her thighs, they widen to accommodate him, each leg trapped under both Yoongi hyung and Joon who pin them open, fingers dancing over them and giving small comforting squeezes.

Her head is thrown back, throat bobbing as a stream of sounds bubble past her lips, hands sliding into Jin hyung's hair, as he begins to press soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, tugging and back arching when he settles between them, head bent over the apex of them.

My hand goes to steady her, effectively keeping her hips pinned as she twists and writhes, trying to escape the onslaught of sensations simultaneously being inflicted on her body, torn between the contrasting softness as Jiminie and Kookie keep her grounded, murmuring phrases into her ear, brushing her hair away, to the way her body is pinned down, legs widely splayed  and hips pinned even as she tries to shift, move away, eyes burning crimson at the way two mouths trail over her chest, at the way I flick my tongue over her skin, kissing a trail to her chest.

The bond becomes a burning blinding searing feeling when she reaches the crest of pleasure, when she falls apart with a loud cry, muffled and swallowed by the way Jimin turns her cheek toward him to swallow those breathless, shaky gasps as she comes down from her thigh, body trembling between the seven of us.

Hands don't immediately fall away, knowing the sudden loss of warmth and contact could push her into a panicked lost state and leave her disoriented and so slowly retreated, praises murmured into her skin, soft kisses as we slowly shift back, save for Jin hyung, unconsciously shifting into a huddle around them.

When we all move back I can see the way her body trembles through the final remnants of pleasure, body simultaneously sagging into the mattress and leaning into hyung's touch as he grounds her, hands strong and firm as they settle on the curve of her waist.

Her eyes are dazed as she peers at him, but they're also filled with unshakeable trust as she reaches out for him and draws him down.

There's nothing that needs to be said as they share kisses, small pecks, smiling against each other's lips. But that smile falls when her lips part in a silent gasp when he slowly drives his hips into her, when he holds himself over her.

And it's there that it begins. The first mate getting ready to mate her.

In every way.

Just like he promised. Just like we all did.

(Y/N) POV:

It feels like I'm floating, mind feeling deliciously fuzzy- cut off from everything except the way my body seems to be alight with pleasure, every nerve cell alight with the feeling of my mates surrounding me- their presences and touches having left electrifying sparks on me and the way Jinnie oppa's hands seem to burn my skin as they grip my thighs, baring me open for him, driving himself in more and more.

His kisses are light and grounding, tugging me into the feeling of being in my body, of grounding me, brushing praises across my skin.

"Are you okay little one?" he asks head bent towards mine, stilling inside me, eyes clouded with longing and desire but also love and always present tenderness.

I nod, not realising that a tear has slipped down my cheek until his finger softly brushes it away, coming away sparkling.

"Feels so intense." I confess, silently wondering whether I would ever get used to this, whether there would ever be a day when their touch didn't set me alight or a day when I wouldn't be so overwhelmed by their touches, the feel of them on me.

"I'll take care of you now. I'll take care of you forever." He breathes, slowly and carefully beginning to move and soon when the feelings becoming consuming, I let myself get lost in the sensation, hands scrabbling to touch him, to feel his solid warmth as I grip him, feeling our souls burn and merge.

I find myself on the edge of that cliff, pleasure wracking my body and before I plunge into that endless sea of it, of the desire that licks and laps at my skin, I feel him brush his lips against my skin, against the curve of my right breast, teeth scraping against the swell of it.

And when I peer at the sight, a groan slips out at how he looks, head bent over my chest, and then I see the sharp point of his fangs, feel them teasingly scrape against my skin. Rather than tensing up and recoiling, I find my body relaxing under him even as I unconsciously arch towards him.

And when his fangs pierce my skin, I don't fall of that cliff, I stumble headfirst into the crashing waves of pleasure, drowning in them, submerged as my body both burns up and in that moment lets go, all of my senses focusing on that point of where he gently suckles, small gulps of my blood as he mates me, extending that peak of pleasure and pushing it to dizzying, new soaring heights, eyes fluttering shut. My hands grip tightly at his head, keep him anchored there, whimpering pleas slipping past my lips.

And when those crashing waves abate to become gently lapping waves that brush lightly against my skin, I feel his tongue slowly brush over the mating mark, and his hands slowly moving to cup my cheeks.

"(Y/N)." he calls.

And feeling the bond burn between us, my eyes open- peer into crimson ones, his face full of wonder and pride and utter contentment.

"So stunning. Finally mine." He mumbles.

And I feel the hot splash of tears against my cheeks to realise that I'm crying but also that he is too, our tears mingling as he presses his forehead against mine, sharing the same breath, the same air, the same space as we come down from our high, from the feeling of being consumed and engulfed in each other.

"Forever yours." I get out, biting my lip to clamp down the sound of pain when he slips out, when he shifts to lie on his side beside me, legs throbbing and trembling.

"I've got you. We've all got you." he promises, lips brushing against my temple, gathering me towards him.

The sudden wave of exhaustion that sweeps in has my body sinking into his embrace, body wearily sinking into him, and with the assurance that they're all there, I find my eyes drifting shut and the small hum of conversation lulling me to let go.

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I wake up feeling dazed and slightly disoriented, the feeling lasting only for a few moments as my body begins to react to the pheromonal high of being surrounded by my mates, of the aching yearning feeling of being incomplete, of six more mating marks to be left on me that has longing begin to stir through my body, has it reacting to every touch, shifting back into the warm body that cocoons me.

A guttural groan cuts through the final dredges of sleep, piercing my mind with a bolt of desire, when a hand presses against my stomach.

"Don't start something you can't finish little one." a hoarse deep voice says, vibrating against my shoulder where Yoongi oppa presses his lips.

I turn to face him, seeing the way his eyes flicker from their dark brown irises to crimson, trying to hold back for my sake.

"I intend to finish everything. I have six mating marks still to get." I say, a yelp torn out of me when the words has him twisting the two of us so that he hovers over me, eyes burning flames now.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." he grits out, lips parting when I shift against him, when I lean up to kiss him, the gesture soft and sweet and slow. Contrasted with the way his hands are firm and unrelenting as they rove over my body, as they hold me open for him and the way every thrust, every roll of his hips is steeped in desire and love, drawing out cries and whimpers, hands scrabbling for purchase on him, feeling them be taken from either side by Joonie oppa and Tae, their soft reassurances helping me remain present, remain there lost in that moment, pushing me to that brink closer and closer.

And when Yoongi oppa pulls away afterwards, he doesn't move away but lowers himself to remain kneeling between my thighs, lips softly roving over my torso in soft butterfly kisses, travelling down further and further.

His hands grip my waist as he nuzzles at my stomach, lips brushing tickling kisses as he explores my torso with an unhurried patience that doesn't let those flames licking at my skin die down but remain as warm embers that keep the heat simmering.

His tongue brushes over the dip of my bellybutton, smiling against my skin as his lips move further down, breath hitching and legs trembling. And my body arches off the bed, hands fisting into his hair when his fangs pierce the soft skin of my stomach just under my bellybutton, body jolting with the pleasure it brings, emanating from that point, tongue lapping at the blood that spills over, slowly sucking, deep firm sucks that has me heaving for air, sobbing with the pleasure it brings.

His lips are stained red when he raises his head, and eyes flickering dark with a softness, with a raw vulnerability.

"I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to reach this point. Didn't know whether fate would gift me with you. But it did. And I'll spend eternity showing you how much I cherish the gift the universe gave me." he says, thumbs brushing away the tears.

And then he leans over me to meet Hobi oppa for a kiss, a fierce clash of lips and tongue and teeth, his warm firm body bracketing mine, legs on either side of mine.

And when his eyes fall on me, they brighten- as if an inner light has caused the deep crimson to brighten.

"Are you okay? You're not in pain are you? Or feeling woozy or light-headed?" he asks, content to rest his head on my shoulder and peer at me.

I shake my head, smiling.

He beams.

"No feeling of being detached? Of losing grip on what's happening?" he continues to ask.

I pause, dithering.

He picks up immediately on it, straightening his head.

"I don't know if it's normal but it feels so intense that it feels like I'm floating. I feel both connected and present and yet not at the same time." and his worried furrow smoothens out to smile.

"That's normal. It's your instinctual response. You feel safe enough to let go but you also don't want to miss a single moment." he explains.

I nod.

But then that sweet smile transforms into something darker, predatory and hungry.

"Don't worry sweet mate. I don't have any intention of letting you forget a single moment." he promises.

And the hands that come to encircle my stomach are warm and tight and promising, fingers drifting downwards to brush against the fresh mating mark, making me bite down a gasp, body acting instinctively as it both pushes into the touch and away from it.

"Don't hold back your sounds either, I don't want to forget or miss a single one." he says, voice fanning across the shell of my ear, teeth nipping at the lobe of my ear.

And in those words is wicked sensual promise. Heady and exciting and consuming.

One I know he'll stay true to his words on.

My hands grip at his when they begin to drift and tease.

I shiver, suddenly unsure as to whether I'll be able to survive him, whether this feeling of losing myself, of pieces of me dissolving and shattering and merging with them, of holding a piece of them in me and leaving a part of me behind with them will ever be this bright, this strong in the future.

Whether it'll ever get old.

But when his lips begin to kiss along the nape of my neck, slow promising kisses I find that thought banished immediately. As if he's read my mind and knows.

As if with each kiss is a silent dare, a taunt that I'll never be able to forget this, never find it getting old.

And that he has eternity to prove it.

(THERE YOU GO! PART 1 OF THE STEAMY MATING, AND I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL ABOUT THIS- IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'D WRITTEN SUCH A SCENE, MY LAST ONE WAS THE ACTUAL PROPER ONE IN CURSED FATE WHICH WAS AGES AGO!! I FEEL LIKE I'VE LOST THAT 'TOUCH' DON'T KNOW HOW IT'LL BE TO READ. BUT AT THE SAME TIME AS IF I MIGHT HAVE GONE OVERBOARD?? ANYWAYS I DON'T KNOW! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK- I REALLY WANT TO MAKE MY WRITING THE BEST IT CAN BE SO NOT JUST STEAM WISE! I HOPE THEIR FEELINGS DIDN'T GET LOST IN TRANSIT- THAT THEY CAME ACROSS WELL TOO. I'M NERVOUS. I'M GOING TO HIDE. AND PLEASE, PLEASE IF THIS CONTENT DOES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE- SKIP THE CHAPTER WITH THE WARNING SIGN! IT TOOK 125 CHAPTERS TO GET TO THIS SO MAYBE THAT'S WHY IT'S SO MUCH AND INTENSE! THANK YOU! TAKE CARE, ENJOY AND STAY SAFE!!)

It took a long time to get to the place we are today, we've walked many paths, gone through many ups and downs and grown as people. We're not at the end of our growth, of our journeys and at the peak of who we want to be as people- there's still a long time to go for that too. But remember with each day that we grow, we learn and we try to become better stronger versions of ourselves. Keep your spirits up!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

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