⚠️ Mature content ahead, you've been warned! ⚠️

(Y/N) POV:

"Jagi we've put the boys to bed can we come...holy..." a deep voice begins, tinged with bright hope and trailing off once he steps inside the largest bedroom, jaw dropping.

"Don't finish that sweetheart, babies can hear from inside the womb too. Remember from our last two?" I say teasingly, watching as he shuts his mouth, eyes darkening as he steps inside, door left ajar.

"What about the others?" I ask, trying my damned hardest not to become a puddle from the way he stares at me alone, gaze burning and scorching a trail of heat through my body.

"They're coming." He says, voice slightly rough as it drops into a deeper octave, low and seductive and smooth- like satin against skin, honeyed warmth that stirs longing inside me.

My hands curve around my stomach, watching as he steps inside further, eyes fixated on me as if he can't tear his eyes away.

"Kitten we're done, boys are asleep what was the hurry...oh wow...kit you...." Hobi oppa enters, also losing his train of thought as he enters, and with the others I get similar responses- greetings trailing off to stare at me jaws slack and mouths wide, stares focused intently on me.

"Something the matter my babies?" I ask lightly, feigning ignorance.

"Nothing...not unless you count this as something." Joonie oppa says lightly, waving a hand up and down but the darkening rosiness to his cheeks and starkly contrasting darkening brown eyes is anything but.

And then finally Kookie steps through the door, the final one to enter and when he steps around the six of them his eyes widen, mouth dropping open before bursting into a beaming smile.

"You actually want to do it?" he asks.

And to my nod, he rushes forward, tilting my face towards his to press a series of quick pecks to my lips, laughing when I lean upwards to chase his mouth but he steps back.

"Can't ruin you before everything's set up can we darling?" he coos, voice betraying his feelings- slightly rough, and the soulmate bond between us, our tether burns with eagerness.

"Can one of you explain what's happening?" Minnie asks, tongue unconsciously darting out to swipe against his full lips- eyes fixated on the two of us.

"Koo wanted to commemorate tonight; you know no-one can say no to him." I say softly, taking his relaxed state of leaning over me with a sweet smile to tug him down just as I lean up to kiss him slowly, tongue swiping across his lips briefly. And this time it's me who leans back, smiling at him and his pout. It's hard not to lean in and kiss that pout away.

"What's happening tonight?" Tae asks, voice slightly rougher as he rakes his eyes over the two of us stepping forward.

"He hasn't told you?" I ask and to their confused expressions I smile.

"Well Koo and I were talking and we don't have any photos, private photos. And he wanted to make it special because you know, our baby isn't born yet." I say, finally standing up, the sheer lacy gown fluttering down to rest above my knees, hand resting on top of my curved stomach.

I brush my hair off my shoulders, allowing it to fall down my back and watch as the air physically seems to grow tighter, thicker with tension- cloying and heady and dizzying as they all step forward.

"You look stunning." Jinnie oppa is the first to day, voice low and words coming out in a rush of breath as he steps forward to capture my lips in a burning scorching kiss, plump lips easily coaxing mine open- knowing just what way to move his tongue around my mouth in a way that makes me cling at his arms, a low whimpering sound bubbling past my lips when his hands brush down to the low of my back and tug me forward slightly.

"What've you got planned?" Hobi oppa asks, the burning flames of his gaze making the lace feel rough against my skin, feel like it makes heat build up and sets every nerve cell alight with pooling want and desire.

"Hyungs you all just be you, show her how much you love her. You know how much we can do when she's during this stage of pregnancy anyways." He explains, grinning at a disgruntled Yoongi oppa who sighs as he plops down on the bed and tugs me with hm, hands still careful as he guides me down.

Kookie gives a last kiss to my forehead before he rushes off to get his camera, returning within a minute with a bright exhilarated smile.

"Go on then hyung, don't feel the camera's presence- it's my eyes looking at you. Looking at how beautiful our wife looks and how she's glowing." Kookie comments, lips twitching- clearly knowing the effect his words have on the others. On the way the bond seems to become an inferno of want that pools and floods the tethers- intoxicating and thick.

I find Yoongi oppa drawing me back to recline against the pillows, hand carding through my hair to cradle my head as he brings himself close.

"I love these moments...when I can hear the heartbeats of everyone I love. I love hearing the way yours gets quicker when I do this..." he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, feeling the phantom weight of his soft lips against my own even when his lips slide away to kiss to the edge of my jaw, down the column of my throat, smiling against my skin when my breath hitches- a small gasp slipping past my lips when he stops at my pulse point, nipping at my skin. And my head tilts he begins to kiss the spot of skin, tongue and teeth combined as he sucks and nips at my throat- leaving a fresh mark behind.

I barely notice the small sound of the camera snapping, barely hear it over the while thrumming of my heart and the breathy needy noise that escapes me when I feel two pairs of hands, warm and large slide up from my calves and travel upwards- gently squeezing and massaging my legs in a slow torturous exploration.

"You tease. You wonderful, gorgeous tease." Joonie oppa whispers, taking the opposite side to Yoongi oppa, having ridden himself of his sleep shirt, golden lean torso rippling as he shifts close, pressing soft slow kisses down my temple, to my cheek, jaw and kissing to the strap of the sheer gown.

"Do you like it?" I breathe, fingers slipping into the silky strands and tugging when I feel his breath- hot fan across my shoulder and then his teeth draw a teasing trail up to my collarbone and then rove back to slip the strap off the inbuilt bra, pressing a kiss to the now bare curve of my arm.

"I love it. I love you." he murmurs, one hand gently rubbing over my curved abdomen, resting lightly there as he lowers his mouth to kiss down my shoulder, tongue laving a hot wet path to my cleavage, to the swell of my breasts which heave up and down with needy thrumming anticipation.

My back arches slightly when at the same time as he lowers the sheer gown to expose my breast more to him and his hot breath fans across the exposed skin, sending delicious tingles dancing through my body and at the same time I feel a finger carefully tracing over my mark, exerting the lightest pressure but more than enough to send the heady cocktail of emotions coursing wildly through my body, pleasure making each inch of my skin tingle and ache with deeply rooted longing.

"Sensitive are we kitten?" Hobi oppa remarks voice low and when I raise my head, I meet his brown simmering eyes from where he has carefully and easily parted my thighs, his own knees keeping them pushed apart.

I nod, eyes falling to the sight of Minnie standing behind Kookie, slowly inching his hands up his shirt, pressing lazy kisses to his throat, eyes glued on the sight in front of him. He shoots me a smile, lips curving up and as he maintains eye contact with me, he tugs Kookie further against his chest, bracketing his body with his , arm a band of heat over his exposed waist. And watch as Jinnie oppa moves into my sight of vision, lips glistening and clothes gone, hair mussed as he smiles at me- soft and intimate all at once.

And yet even with countless sensations flooding my body, the feel of another mouth trailing down to my chest and my body becoming tight and loose simultaneously, warm large hands squeezing the tops of my thighs, trailing down to the soft inner skin to grip and part them more- nothing prepares me for that moment of sheer blinding ecstasy, vision going white and a moan slipping past my lips when the first feel of several tongues simultaneously assaulting my sensitive body all at once has me tightening my hold in Joonie oppa's hair, hand scrabbling to find purchase- something grounding when it feels like my body has been cut off all strings and I'm floating.

Years go by and the feelings never change. It never gets old. Just even more vivid and intense and consuming.

A blazing inferno that I willingly let myself be scorched by, consumed by and engulfed with every part of me- mind, body and soul.

KOOK POV:

I feel my hands tremble around the camera as Jimin hyung continues to press his lips softly across my skin, mapping a course to the front, his body pressed into mine from the side, fingers dancing along the side of my torso and trailing dangerously to the waistband of my pyjama pants, dipping down teasingly.

I bite my lip, unable to stifle the groan that slips out.

"Hyung stop..." I whisper, a plea that I'm not sure whether or not I truly want.

His hands make my body feel like it's on fire, alight with the sure way his hands roam over me- knowing and confident and certain. And then there's the sight in front of me. The one that makes my body turn to molten lava, at the way (Y/N) is at the centre of a beautifully sinful tableaux.

He smiles against my skin.

"Don't take too long Kookie, I'm sure (Y/N) wants to feel you close too, don't you want to coax more of those sounds out yourself?" he asks, voice a teasing lilt.

I nod quickly and he steps away, my body craving his warmth even as the artist in me pushes me to raise the camera with firmer hands and capture snapshots of the memory, candid intimate moments where they're all lost in each other- drowning in that pleasure.

Snippets of memories that are already going to be engrained on my soul, the photos are more for the others too.

Snapshots. Captured memories.

The way her eyelashes flutter as she gasps, chest heaving attractively, cheeks flushed and pupils dilating, body postured stunningly- legs parted and head tilted back, surrounded by our soulmates, a scattering of red beginning to colour her skin, small bubbles of sound slipping past lips that part in breath exhales, muffled whimpers and needy whines- all of them sending bolts of desire shooting through the bond.

I feel longing and heady want pool low in my gut, makes me clench at my camera tightly as I take the photos, capture every memory that sears through my soul so that our soulmates can remember it too, can see it in the vivid detail my soul recalls it in.

Snapshots of sheer lace and hands gripping her thighs, of rosy swollen bitten lips parted in a silent gasp and eyes glassy and hooded. Snapshots capturing the essence of pleasure in photographic form.

And I don't know at what point the lens begin to feel like my eyes, when the presence of the camera doesn't seem to exist and all I can see, feel and take in is the scene, the art that they don't make but rather they become the art, they are the art itself- their intertwining and sensually display bodies the bold strokes on the canvas that is the bed they're displayed on. The camera becomes forgotten because somehow these scenes, these moments become far too intimate to share with the lens, too sensual.

And when I move closer to the bed, setting the camera aside, I watch her fingers slide and scramble for purchase on the contrasting black satin sheets, the soft, slippery material sliding out of her touch, a sinful sweet moan slipping out.

"S-sensitive..." she grits out, teeth biting onto her full bottom lip as another shaky breath slips out, head rising to peer at Hobi hyung between her legs, hands gripping tightly at her thighs, head bent and Tae hyung bent over her hip, his tongue and lips roving over her soul mark, bringing her to the heightened state of pleasure as he lavishes attention to it. Her back arches all of a sudden, body going taut and it takes Jiminie hyung and Jin hyung's hands on her torso, pinning her hips down and her eyelids flutter, eyes glassy and shiny. A wavering cry fills the room, shaky and wrought with pleasure and we watch with awed eyes and breaths catching as she comes down from the high, legs trembling under the strong grip on her smooth thighs. She sags into the bed, eyes looking dazed and clouded with pleasure, fluttering open and shut slowly.

"Koo..." she breathes out, my name a soft sounding call and I move around the bed to cradle her cheeks to give her a kiss, feeling her shudder and shake as our soulmates recontinue their ministrations, doubling their efforts in their shared goal to push her off the edge and into ecstasy once more.

"You good baby...do you want us to stop?" I ask, because the moment she says it we'd back off, no questions asked- everyone content to pile in and cuddle.

And though a tear slips down her cheek, and her eyes show the storm of emotions and sensations her body is trying to comprehend and deal with, her lips part to let out a breathy no.

And I hold her, press soft loving kisses to every inch of skin I can reach and reassure her, comfort her, hold her through each trembling breathy shudder, through the way she cries out, fingers gripping my shoulder to stabilise herself when she reaches that edge again.

"Enough loves." Jin hyung's voice calls out, sounding utterly wrecked and rough but still holding that ever present feeling of love and concern, the sweet gentle authority he's always lead us with.

"You're not in pain are you darling? We didn't push you too far did we?" Hobi hyung asks, even as the sharp glint in his eyes as he runs his eyes over her body suggests that he's already sensing her energy.

She gives a tired laugh.

"Sorry we can't do more." She says softly as her hands try and fix her dishevelled state, the picture of ethereal debauchery she makes.

Her soft confession has several sounds of protests rising and several shakes of heads.

"You always give us everything. Even now...like this, we're so lucky to have you." Joon hyung says, dimples deepening when (Y/N)'s eyes trail to him and smiles softly.

Her chest is still heaving rapidly, a constant rise and fall of her chest, stomach curved up and growing with our third child. She looks devastatingly beautiful.

I can't help but feel adoration swell up as I look at her. At the gift she'd offered to me. She hadn't failed to notice how much I liked creating art and photo memories of our soulmates. Had run fingers reverently, softly trailing over them and smiling- eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Beautiful Koo...what do you want to capture next?" she asked a few days back, smiling at me as we'd stood together looking at them, my hands resting against the curve of her stomach.

"You." I'd said. It had been so easy to say. Because it had been a desire and longing I'd harboured for so, so long. Because I'd dreamt countless scenarios I could do it with.

She'd done a shot with me in the bathtub, water milky and scattered with flowers and her hands wrapped around her curve, I still remember the photos of her splayed on the bed- face glowing and serene as she'd smiled at me, hair damp and slightly curled as it dried, dressed in Jin hyung's baggy shirt and peering at me.

I remember what had followed those photos. What contentment I'd felt as I'd kissed her and guided her back onto the pillows, slowly worshipping her body with my own, paying it the attention with all of my love's devotion, mapping trails and paths on her skin with hands and lips, body falling apart and coming together with me, because of me. And when I'd lain beside her, soul soaring and heart bursting with love and pride and fantasy fulfilled I'd put an end there. Even if a part of me wondered what tableaux she could create with our soulmates...and then she'd gifted me...us this.

"Are you sure you're not in pain? You've had a harder time with this pregnancy." Yoongi hyung says, frowning slightly as he moves close, hand tenderly brushing against her cheek and peering softly at her, brows pinched.

"I'm not in pain oppa. I know my body's limits more than you." she says, voice slightly teasing.

The mention of her difficulties makes the smile slide off my face.

"You have terrible mornings baby." Jimin hyung says, letting out a bright burst of laughter when he tugs her away from the others, ability winding gently around her to tug her into his eagerly awaiting arms, resting his head on her shoulder, her body lying in the open cradle his body makes for her.

Jin hyung and Hobi hyung who I'd not even noticed leaving the bed to head to the connecting bathroom, return and kneel on either side of her gently cleaning her up with damp warm towels, hands slow and unhurried- pressing soft kisses to each of the marks we'd left behind, not with the intent to fire her up but to quench the last of those embers, their lips a balm, the water to the fire. Jin hyung's hands are careful and tender as he finally draws the sheer gown off her, sliding the straps fully down her shoulders and a strong large hand supporting her back as he draws her up and unhooks it, letting the gown fall to her waist, exposing her body completely to us once his hands slide it off her legs, leaning over to place it to the side.

"Sweetheart let's get you comfortable." He says to her, kissing the tip of her nose and lips stretching up when she squirms, laughing when Hobi hyung's kisses becoming exaggerated sounds peppering her cheeks as he scoops them in his hands and marvels at their softness.

"Cute kitten, with your pink soft cheeks." He coos, whining when Jin hyung nudges him aside so he can draw a clean pair of underwear up her legs, his hands resting against her hips once he's done.

Jimin hyung's arms retract when Jin hyung slowly threads her head and arms through a large t-shirt I recognise as his, remembering how she'd offhandedly commented that our clothes brought us comfort, especially once she was on maternity leave or stuck at home sick, we'd all been eager and more than willing to give our oversized clothes to her to choose from.

But then his hands delve under the fabric to curve around her stomach, skin to skin contact.

"Minnie chickie, skin to skin contact is a way of bonding when the baby is born. We talked about this." She teases lightly, giggling when he pouts, huffing and insistently keeping his hands there.

"I'm bonding with my baby's mum, skin to skin contact with my soulmate." He retorts in his defence.

Tae hyung jumps to his rescue, dark curls mussed as if they'd been tugged at. And given the way he shoots (Y/N) a teasing look, it's not hard to figure who it was, and he leans against Jimin hyung, his hand delving under to rest over Jimin hyung's interlaced fingers, the shape of his fingers visible with the way the fabric protrudes.

"You love skin to skin contact. Admit it jagi. And besides, our baby can feel our love from here..." he says before cutting off with a deep gasp, eyes widening with wonder as they fall to her stomach, as if they can peer through the fabric.

"Our baby kicked. My baby agrees with his favourite dada." Tae hyung states resolutely, a firm look of victory and satisfaction on his lips.

And when he's attacked by Joon hyung and Hobi hyung for being the so-called favourite, I go to take his spot, pouting when Yoongi hyung snags it first.

He smiles at me, a gummy sweet smile, as he tugs me into his side.

"Well, our babies are fast asleep, I think it's time for our youngest baby and our beautiful wife to get some too." He says, hands resting on her stomach, as he guides her down to lie on the mattress, drawing clean, soft blankets from the side over her- letting out a small low hum of frequency which has her eyes fluttering and body loosening with drowsiness.

"Sleep darling. And wake up feeling better than have you been." He says softly, kissing her temple and looking with fondness as her face eases out in sleep, scooped up from behind Jimin hyung.

He reaches back to tug my hand, holding it with his.

"You too baby boy. Sleep. Hyung's here." He says softly.

And just like how he has for years. Hyung becomes my blanket of safety and security, lulling me to rest easily and without fail.

His softened expression and the feeling of him tugging me close, hand still holding mine is the last thing I feel and remember before I fall asleep.

A memory of soft glowing love that gently imprints onto my soul with all the warmth and tenderness of a hug, wrapping me up warm as I fall asleep.

Because that's what love was. What my soulmates felt like to me. Eternal memories of warm hugs that wrapped me up and made me feel content.

And I knew life was too short to indulge in the feeling fully. But I'd spend every moment gladly doing so.

(I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE I UPDATED AND I GENUINELY MISSED WRITING CURSED FATE SO MUCH SO HERE I AM- BACK WITH A LONGER CHAPTER!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STEAMY SOFTNESS THAT IS THEIR SOULMATE BOND! THIS CHAPTER IS ALL DEDICATED TO MY LOVE Midiiplier WHO'S BEEN CHATTING TO ME FOR THIS POSSIBLE SCENE FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE YEARS!! THANKS MY LOVE FOR EVERYTHING!! HOPE THIS CHAPTER LIVED UPTO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!! AND FOR ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE STUCK BY ME FOR SUCH A LOOONG JOURNEY- THANK YOU, IT'S NOT OVER- A FEW MORE CHAPTERS TO GO BUT THANKS FOR STICKING BY ME AND SUPPORTING AND LOVING THESE CHARACTERS AS MUCH AS ME! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE!!)

QUESTION...LATEST TIME YOU WENT TO SLEEP AND EARLIEST TIME YOU'VE WOKEN UP? A TIME YOU DIDN'T SLEEP WELL?

Mine is...if we're talking consecutively- then...I went to bed at 7:10am once and woke up at 7:30am, 20 minutes later; for all the sleep I got in one and a half to two days. If we're talking in general...latest I've slept is 4/5am and that's also the earliest I've woken up...half three or four to revise for my exams. Exams SUCK! Ugh...I still need to catch up on those months of missed sleep.

Lesson. Sleep is important. And one of the finest pleasures of life. Don't miss out on it!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3