⚠️ EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!⚠️

JIMIN POV:

There's nothing but her. Nothing but (Y/N) filling my senses, her heady scent heavy on my tongue, pressing against my skin, making me feel as if I each nerve was set alight, thrumming with this electric need that pulsed thicker and stronger. Feeling her body curved against mine, her arms still holding mine, body trusting as she lets me support her weight, as her eyes meet mine in a silent promise of bearing me up, of baring herself to me wholly. There's silent desire pulsing between us, mounting higher as we look at each other, lose myself in the sight of her dilated pupils, her breathless gasps a sweet seductive enthralling call as the music fades away and only she remains. Her at her barest, her at her most vulnerable and trusting, putting herself in my arms and relinquishing herself entirely.

And when her lips meet mine it's utterly soft, a show of giving herself to me, soft and gentle, slow move of her mouth against mine. Just the feel of her lips now parting beautifully under mine, coaxing me closer with every lazy brush of tongue, with every silent lick into my mouth as she urges me closer but also places a part of her within me.

Hands winding around her, cradling her close, pulling the arch of her body to come to lean into me, to press against me. That damned sinful black swan costume, clothed in wisps of shadow and tendrils of smoke, curling around me, a beautiful illusion, a haunting apparition of sin and seduction and beauty incarnated, come to plague me, to take over my senses and fill every inch of me with the sweet, intoxicating essence of her.

And when we manage to make it through the night, it's with this hypnotic tug of magnetism urging me closer to her, hands unable to drift away from her even as we step up to receive our trophy, when I lose myself to the fierce press of her lips to mine, a burning claiming she lays to me, eyes sparking with hot tears as they splash against her cheeks and she shares this victory with me, where she coaxes me into the fire and burns with me, ensnared in the flames that her body, her presence sets ablaze across my own.

And somehow. Somehow the rest of the night passes and I find her twisted out of my hold, spun into arms after arms as the others sweep her into hugs, hands drifting admiringly over her costume, over the sheer black fabric that came to rest on her like a second skin, adorned her with subtle black shimmering patterning that curled around her body, wings coming to wrap around her. And even as one of them scoop her up, I can see the way her head twists, eyes catching mine. The same urgency reflected in them.

I find myself yearning for her, staring at the way when she turns, I get to see without restraint, without a hurriedness, the backless costume, the way it rests above the curve of her hips, at the low of her back where her skin dips, dimpled hollows at the base of her spine. See that where the swathes of sheer, gauzy fabric had become wings during the dance, the curve of her spine had been made up to show torn wings, reddened wounds at where wings would've protruded, torn away by her grief, by her loss and resprouted new ones, ones that essentially I had helped her splay wide and take flight with.

Her entire body maps the meaning of the dance, the costume, the detailing of the scars, the way the black costume is a representation of the way she'd become a swan, transformed into one.

And I see her. Her for who she is in all her beautiful glory, with all her wounds, all her hurts and scars but also with the way she rebuilt herself, emerged stronger and fiercer.

I see her and love her.

Wholly. Unrestrainedly. It's a realisation that doesn't slam into me, but rather brushes against me, comes to settle in me, a key unlocking a door, a mirage of feelings and emotions that are finally given a label, finally adorned with that beautiful emotion that is love. That is irrevocable and permanent, a surety I feel deep down, deep in my bones and in the way my soul soars. In the way my heart lurches when it falls on the sight of her face, radiant and so so expressive. Emotional and beautiful, so open and raw, so trusting and sweet as she laughs, head tilting back to reveal the enticing curve of her throat, slender and arched.

And it's love, love and want and need all crashing into me with the force of a tidal wave, of a dam bursting and the waters slamming into me without restraint. An urge that claws at me from the inside as she turns to peck Habaek and Mi-sun, murmurs to them before turning back.

Before answering Tae, even as her eyes meet mine, hold my gaze captive, that she'd be delighted to come over tonight.

Then she's carefully disengaging herself from arms, making her way back, fingers lacing together with mine, squeezing lightly.

"Sit with me?" a voice imploring and soft. A gently murmured plea with wicked intent because when we split off to ride back, it's the two of us, separated by the gap between our seats and yet she still moves to press herself against me, side teasingly brushing into mine as she leans over the gears, hand causing that want to spike higher and higher as it trails almost absently over my leg, nails trailing over the fabric that clings to my leg, jerking out involuntarily when she gives me a squeeze, turning to press a soft kiss to my throat, nosing at me, breath warm as it curls around me. As she leans over to brush her lips lower, the air charged and heavy between us.

"(Y/N)..." I bite out, voice warning and trembling with held back restraint, eyes turning to gaze at her, to see the desire seeped into her own eyes as she meets my gaze unflinchingly. As she makes a small soft sound of content when my eyes flick to her lips when I lean forward to push my lips to hers, unable to escape this heady longing for her, unable to tear myself away from the taste of her as her mouth parts under mine. It takes effort and sheer will to tear myself away, to keep driving when I want nothing more than to pull up, to stop the car and tug her onto my lap, to pull her body flush with mine.

It almost seems as if the drive back gets slower, stretches out torturously, even if (Y/N) leans away after a while, hand sliding away from the low of my thigh to curl into her costume, fingers curling into it.

Deep breaths, deep shallow breaths. To stop breathing in the very scent of her, intoxicating and alluring.

Breaths heavy and trying to calm ourselves, trying to dampen down the craving for each other, to temporarily push down the urge to merge ourself with one another.

And from the corner of my eye I can see the way she restlessly shifts, the way her gaze turns to linger on me, burning a trail where her gaze drifts lower and lower, arousal curling around low in my gut. Hot and heavy.

It's like a lifetime passes by before we're pulling up into the driveway, shutting the engine to twist and to yank her forward, lips hungry as they consume that surprised moan, fierce and unrelenting as I tug at her bottom lip, teeth sinking down into that plushness to hear the strangled groan when she arches into the touch, tugging it into my mouth as I suck, tongue sliding to delve in, a groan of impatience when her tongue slips away, toying and taunting, slipping away from reach.

Groan when she leans away, lips swollen but eyes flashing with tease, with heat.

"As much as I want you Minnie, it's frustrating that I can't feel you against me, can't get you close like this." She murmurs, voice trembling and sounding just as affected, just as agonised.

And then she's pushing away, hands fumbling with the seatbelt, the two of hurrying to get out of the car, tugging her close and into my arms the moment the front door shuts behind us. Lips leaving smaller kisses to her jaw, trailing down to her neck and hand going to cup the back of her neck, the other one skimming down the curve of her spine, ghosting along heated flesh.

"Minnie..." she whimpers into my mouth, impatiently pushing herself forward, hands flat against the door as her body arches, pushes into the touch, hips pushing up against mine. A hiss slips past my lips at the friction, at the way she doesn't push back but grounds forward, hands feverish as they drift from my shoulders to down them, tugging me closer.

I lean in for a final kiss, softer and chaste, sweeter, a close-mouthed lip as I move to memorise the shape of them against my own, committing the feel of them, the way they're equally as wanting under mine.

I want to remember this, want to remember every moment of this.

My hands hoist her thighs up, cradling the back of them as I lift her, the feel of the soft corded muscle so intimately familiar under my touch, smiling when she wraps her legs around my waist, hear the clack of shoes hitting the ground as she quickly toes them off.

I cradle her close as I turn to walk up the stairs, heart soaring to get closer to her with the way she presses herself close, lips marking a trail from my shoulder to my throat, trailing from fabric to skin, breath hurried and small audible gasps.

One of my hands move from her, pushing open the bedroom door to walk with her towards the bed, carefully lowering her down to set her there. Feel her legs tighten around me, drawing me down with her until she falls back, splayed across the sheets, hands curling into the fabric as she blinks up at me. Her locked legs guiding me down, drawing me closer and closer until my hands fall out to rest against the bed, to keep myself hoisted off her as I peer down at her, at the barest of gaps that separate us.

Her hands, gentle and soft come to settle on my shoulders, toying with the fabric.

"Can I?" voice soft. I nod quickly, leaning in to peck her, mumbling a 'please' into the swollen rosy lips.

And her legs don't unwind from around me, fingers trailing down to the front of my chest, splaying across it.

"Your top was so, so distracting." She murmurs, drawing distracting circles on my skin through the fabric.

I bite my lip, fighting back a groan at the way her fingers unhurriedly move now, seemingly content now that we're in bed, none of that franticness that had bubbled and boiled between us in the car.

Feel her hands trail down, to slowly unbutton the top, skin to skin now that the sheer top is opened and pushed away, hands sliding it down the back of my shoulders, tossing it away.

Her lips move to map where her fingers had been, a slow heady drag of her mouth across my skin. It almost feels like a ploy, a disarming tactic because I curl into her, body leaning down further to lean into her touch, into her soft kisses when her legs tighten. Almost warningly before she's twisting, spinning and moving from under me. The sudden surprise of her momentum causing me to lose my grip on the bed, a startled yelp slipping out when I suddenly find myself spun around, back hitting the mattress and a satisfied curl of her lips as she smiles down at me, straddling me, pinning me down.

"Got you right where I wanted." She croons, voice teasing and lilting.

My hands move to grip her waist, to settle in the dip of it.

"Where's that?" I ask.

"Under me. Lie still will you Minnie?" she asks.

Before she's slipping down, lips trailing a hot path as she explores my torso, fingers intertwining with mine in a sweet soft intimacy, gentleness where her lips taunt and torment, trailing over my torso, nosing at my stomach as one of her hand slips away to map my stomach, touch almost reverent and careful.

And her lips soft as she traces each ridge, each line and curve and hollow of my body with her mouth, hips bucking up when her hands come to settle on my waistband.

Pushing herself up to move her hand towards the buckle, undoing it with a tormenting unhurriedness, drawing it off before her fingers move to my zipper, slowly trailing it down, undoing it and tugging the fitted trousers off me.

I feel like prey under her touch, being toyed with, the anticipation heightening as she draws out every movement, as her lips move to suck a mark to my right hip, a small giggle shattering the hypnotic allure as she smiles against skin, murmurs to me to 'stay still' as she drags her teeth over the mark, moves to tug at my skin between her lips.

But there's only so much anticipation I can take, so much lying still I can do when my body jerks into her touch, putty in her hands as my body responds to her, chases after her touch and longs for it. There's only so much patience and endurance I have when she seems to slow down, when her body remains above mine, within reach but slipping away when she moves.

And that patience, that tether snaps, arousal now making my body thrum, tightly strung up and ready to snap, coiled up and burning with a need for her, for the sounds those rosy lips let slip, for the way her body would feel under mine.

And all that restraint I had as she'd moved to undress me vanishes, disintegrates when she hovers over me, my hand moving to undo the intricate styling of her hair and hurriedly entangle my hand in the wavy lock and tug her down. Tug her to kiss her, lips demanding and wanting over hers, consuming and lost within her and hand splaying at the bottom of her back, teasing at the zipper before this time I spin. Simultaneously tugging her body flush against me before I spin to pin her to the bed, propped up by a hand that rests beside her head as I look down at her.

"Enough playing angel. My turn now." I murmur, pushing away to kneel in front of her, staring down at the sight she made.

Of a vision in black splayed across my sheets, of those very wings she'd flown with now spread wide, a fallen angel, delectable and ethereal, sin with the way she tugged at my every fibre of being and called to her.

My hands move to cup her waist, hands skimming up her sides, finally able to see the detailing of her costume, of the way the black embroidery skimmed to curve around her breasts, teasing glimpses of what lay underneath. From here I could see her stomach, see the way it clenched, muscles tightening, saw the way when she shifted, twisting on the bed, the fabric shifted, riding up on her hips, revealing the soft curves of her thighs more clearly.

And when my thumbs rub broad strokes over her breasts over the fabric I feel the way she shivers, twisting even as she unconsciously pushes into the touch, head falling to sink into the pillows.

And I ached with the need to tear the costume from her body, impatience making my body clench but it was stunning, it was a beautiful remake.

I couldn't do that to the dress nor what it meant to her.

"On your front angel." I murmur. Watch as her fluttering eyes blink up wider at me, before her hands are pushing herself off the bed, propelling her up so she can turn and twist onto her stomach, hands keeping her upright as she arches herself.

My hand brushes down the curve of her spine, fingers rubbing at the hollows of her back, at the dimples in the grove of her spine, lowering myself down to follow the path my hand had taken with my mouth, tongue flicking against the dimples and feeling her shudder. Fingers brushing over where the makeup showed her torn wings to be, pressing kisses to the wounds they represented.

See her hands fist into the sheets, clenching around them tightly.

And then my hand goes to the zipper at the low of her back, tugging it down until the costume falls off her, fabric pooling under her as I push it off her body, body bare save for the pair of black lace underwear.

My hands carefully turn her back around, eyes running over her heaving breasts, over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, fingers kneading into soft flesh as I draw the underwear down her legs, mouth trailing across the inside of her thighs to leave marks behind. Nipping and sucking and tongue laving over to leave a trail of claims as my hand clamps over her waist, keeps her pinned down as she twists and trembles under me, pushing her leg open when her thighs close, keeping her splayed under me, for me.

Feel as if with every sound she makes, every beautiful whimper as she arches and twists, every moan that slips past those lips as her hand snakes into my hair, tugging and torn between whether to push me closer or tug me away.

My pleasure lies in hers, in pushing her to the brink of it, in heightening and drawing out every moment as my fingers curl into her thigh and head moves closer, mouthing at her skin, intent on making her body tremble with the onslaught of feelings.

And when she falls apart under me, crying out as her hips buck up, clamped down by my hand pushing her down, keeping her writhing body to the sheets, I raise my head to drink in the sight. To take in the sight of her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, to take in the way her body trembles with the aftershocks and her fingers go lax in my hair, sinking into the mattress.

And when I see her bared. See her look at me with trusting eyes that flutter, focus on me I know that this feeling for her will never lessen, only mount higher and higher. That if I could freeze time, could stop within this moment it would be to forever cherish that look in her eyes, of complete trust and love. To remember the moment where I looked at her and saw the way she saw me and only me. With how our world existed within each other, shared within each other.

How she was all I felt and knew. That this hunger for her would consume me whole. And I'd gladly give myself to it time and time again.

(Y/N) POV:

My breath catches in my throat, body shaking as Minnie relentlessly keeps me pinned, body arching and trying to push into the touch or curl away from the unforgiving intensity of it, fingers curling into his hair and the other fisting at the sheets, clutching tightly at it. The feel of his hair under my touch, of the sheets under my hand the only thing grounding me from the way my body seemed to soar, pushed closer and closer to a precipice, hovering so precariously over it when his mouth seals over me, vision going blinding white as I cry out, body arching up, pushing against that punishing grip that kept me unable to twist away, unable to move from those crashing waves of pleasure that came in stronger waves, drowning me and submerging me in it.

And then finally he lets go, grip loosening as I sag into the mattress, boneless as I lift my head to blink down at him, raising myself on shaky arms to look at him, groaning when he raises his head, eyes dark and pooled with primal need as his lips curve with satisfaction, eyes drifting lazily over me.

Head turning to press a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, fingers uncurling from where he'd gripped me, kept me bared open, softness contrasting to the dull throb of his fingers I still felt even as they fell away from my skin.

Moving up to stare down at me, to settle in the gap between my thighs that parted for him, to give him space to slot himself against me.

Hands skimming across my arms, across my hips and waist, featherlight touches that intended to soothe, to abate some of that gnawing hunger, soothing and grounding as well as soft comfort, soft intimacy as he held me through it, pressed kisses to my arm, to the curve of my shoulder as I clutched at him, gasping when he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, clamping down as he sucked at my skin lazily, tongue flicking back and forth, lips soft and parted around my skin as he marked me.

"I could spend all night just decorating your body. Could spend it with you like this, under me, so giving, so responsive." He murmurs as he presses a final kiss to my shoulder, nose trailing across to brush against the hollow of my throat, hands squeezing my hips.

I groan aloud at the thought of him keeping this up all night, at drowning in the constant flood of sensations, of my body being alight and drowning in this endless flood of pleasure that came from him, that submerged my body in it, drawing it down more and more in this feeling of my body yearning for his.

"Please don't...you can tease another night." I gasp out, reaching out to turn his face towards me, moving to press kisses across his skin as I coax him closer.

"Another night? Is that a promise angel?" Minnie asks, voice a seductive whisper.

"If you want it. But right now, I can't..." I mumble, voice catching with how much I yearn for him, with how long it's been since both my heart and body has wanted someone, has craved for them. How long it's been since I let myself be this vulnerable, this trusting.

To share the most intimate part of myself by dancing with him and the barest version of me by lying on his bed, asking him to give it all to me.

Because it was Minnie.

It was him who my soul leaned towards, it was him who'd felt the same tug towards me as I had to him, where our dance hadn't just been two characters telling their tale but a true clawing want for one another, each step away had brought with it the blistering urge to turn back to one another, to hide within one another.

It wasn't just a physical need for him, body calling for his, it was more than that.

It was me letting go of the snares the past had on me, it was me reaching over the distance that centuries had panned out, had created between me and living, with me and giving myself up to love, with losing myself in that feeling once more. And it was me deciding that I didn't care.

That I wanted this. Wanted them. Wanted him.

It was the past blurring away, a shadow, a ghost of the me I used to be. It was the present turning solid, its presence overwhelming and undeniable.

It came in the shape of him.

That when his hands skimmed lower, dancing across my skin it was to lightly tug my thigh wider, it was to trail his fingers over my stomach and up. To press kisses to my cheeks and nose and my lips as he began rolling his hips into mine, driving himself into me.

It was in the sensation of being merged with him, bodies flush as he laced together our fingers, caging my hands between his and to the bed, keeping me tethered and connected to him as his body moved against mine, deep slow thrusts of him as he claimed me, erased away every hurt, every pain I had ever known and replaced it with the feeling of him.

Deep thrusts of his hips, my own body moving to respond to each movement, to push back on him, back arching as he brought me an endless stream of pleasure, that dizzying feeling of him making my head swim, float with that feeling of closeness, that feeling of being complete.

And with every sharp roll of his hips, he drew cry after cry, a murmur of his name mumbled into his skin, the plea for just him as he moved in me, his fingers tightening against mine when my hands scrabbled to get free, to touch him, to satiate that feverish want to leave the imprint of my touch, of my hands left on his body.

And it was torment when his eyes sparked dangerously, hands pinning mine to the mattress, denying me the ability to move to tug him closer.

"Sorry angel, I think after all that teasing, you can lie still for me no?" he teases, words echoing mine from earlier, turning it around to make me helpless to take, body shifting, muscles contracting as I felt that dizzying height return, of being pushed to the brink of a cliff, abdomen tightening.

And its mercilessly his body nudges me closer and closer to that abyss of pleasure, words an intoxicating stream of heated phrases and promises .

I cry out when his hips sharply thrust into me.

"The others can't see you, but I bet they can hear you. It's such a shame they took their time in coming back." He murmurs into my ear, lips trailing across the shell of it, tongue flicking against it before he's tugging the lobe of it between his teeth, nipping at it.

I whimper, pushing myself closer and closer to him.

"If the others were here, would you even be the one holding me like this?" I gasp out, feeling the way he stops, eyes fluttering open to see the way his eyes burn. Face freezes.

"If the others were here, would you have gotten away with so much teasing?" he replies, waiting for an answer but before I can his hips thrust forward, my own canting forward involuntarily, groaning when he kisses me messily, grinning against me.

"Thought so." He answers for me.

And it's together, a heated fluid mess of intertwined bodies that we reach that point of falling apart together, breathless when he cries out, head dropping to my shoulder, turning to breathe heavily against my neck, messy press of his lips against my throat as he shudders, body sinking down onto me. And as I plunge headfirst into that abyss, swallowed whole by it, by everything that was Jimin, my hands moved to wind around him, sliding to wrap around to cling at his back, fingers scrabbling for purchase , body arching and pushing against his. Cushioned and pinned down by it instead, his hands coming to sink into the mattress as we come down our highs together.

"I love you angel. So, so much." He mumbles, head rising as he looks at me. Face soft and gentle, tender and sweet. Hair tousled, lips mussed and swollen, but eyes, his eyes are gentle and sparking with warmth.

And as he moves to push his body off me, it's to sink down beside me, body curling around mine as he tugs me close. Bodies warm and heated but the closeness welcomed.

I was used to always every sharing intimacy and leaving, or having to hide. Of having to repress every sound, every noise with fear that it would make the siren call burst out, that in the throe of pleasure and ecstasy my pheromones would spike and a night would take a sharp turn into disaster so quickly, so suddenly.

But this. This was new. This was a luxury, a privilege I hadn't allowed myself for decades, not since...and I shake away the memory of another voice, of another hand, of another touch, the small fragment of memory slipping away with Minnie's touch, with his hold gentle and tender as he wound his arms around me.

Lips soft and gentle as he washes away the heat with the cool, lightness of his touch, of the promise behind each soft press of plush warmth to my shoulder, to the nape of my neck.

My hand moves to clutch at his that wound around my stomach. Grip at it, revelling in how solid and comforting it feels. Of how protective and encased I feel in his hold, basking in the glow that was us, that was this shared intimacy of lying together, unhurried, with nowhere to go but to each other.

"I love you too. All of you. You've given me more than you'll know." I murmur, heart aching and spilling over with just how intense I felt when it came to them.

His lips stop their path to my shoulder.

His arms slide away to turn me around, so we're facing each other.

Eyes soft and full as he looks down at me.

"We might not ever know just how much, but whatever you share, whatever you give to us is a gift. We love every bit of you." he whispers.

And when I lean to brush our lips together, I feel the way my emotions spill out, cause my eyes to fill even as I shut my eyes to stop them from spilling over. But the tears seep out from under shut eyelids anyways, trailing down my cheeks. Fingers curling to rest against his chest, against the strong thudding of his heart.

Beating firmly and steadily with the assuredness of his love.

His love for me.

And when I blink at him, the sight of him is hazy and blurred, sparkling around the edges, contained within each teardrop that he kisses away, takes away onto his lips, the same lips that uttered those words.

And though the sight of him hazes as he wipes my tears away, I've never felt or seen anything as clearly, never known anything with more clarity than I do now.

That I love him. Love them.

That this instance of joy and beauty was enough to tide over centuries of hurt.

That this is all I'd needed.

And it was them who made me human.

Made me me.

(Y/N). The girl they loved and the girl that loved them with every bit of me.

(PHEW! SO... I THINK THIS IS THE MOST NERVE WRACKING STEAMY CHAPTER I HAD TO WRITE EVER!! BUT ALSO THE MOST MATURE TOO! IF IT WAS TOO EXPLICIT, THEN FORGIVE ME, BUT IT FIT WITH THEIR DYNAMIC, FIT WITH THE WHOLE DRIVE THIS BOOK HAD. AND IT'S ALSO THE FIRST OUT OF ALL MY BOOKS TO HAVE SUCH SCENE WITHOUT ALL SEVEN OF THEM, BUT I'M NOT GONNA JUSTIFY WHY EXCEPT FOR THAT IT FIT FOR THE EXPLOSION TO BE BETWEEN THE TWO! AND IT JUST WORKED!! THEIR EMOTIONS AND TRUST IN EACH OTHER CAME TO THIS POINT OF INTIMACY, OF SHARING THEMSELVES WITH EACH OTHER AND THAT'S WHAT THIS CHAPTER WAS! Midiiplier  MY DARLING- WAS BABY SIREN DIFFERENT?? DID I DO HER JUSTICE?? WAS SHE MORE?? AHHHHHHH! IT WAS A MIXTURE OF FEELS AND ACTION BUT I. DON'T. KNOW! I'M JUST GONNA GO HIDE, I GENUINELY FEEL SO OUT OF MY DEPTH TRYING TO WRITE SUCH SCENES SO~ THAT'S ME SPEEDING OUT OF HERE, WHOOSH AND I'M GONE! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS, H O P E YOU ENJOY AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

QUESTION...next one of the boys with baby siren? Any preference, any guesses?

Mine is... lips are SEALED. Time shall tell what plays out!

JK with his TWO EARLY LIVES 😩😩
Like...so sudden and welcome but I'm not HUMAN at that early time!!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3