Till We Meet Again (m) | jjk
When your childhood friend that you had a crush on, moved away out of the blueâ you never thought youâd see him again. A night swim in the ocean will have you feeling delusional, but the voice that fills your earsâ sweet like cotton candy, youâd recognize that voice anywhere, itâs Jungkook.
â Pairing: jungkook x reader (female)
â AUs: mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au
â Trope: childhood friends to lovers
â Genres: romcom, smut, nostalgia, and so much fluff
â Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)
â Word count: 11.4k
â Warnings (general) + triggers: Jungkookâs first time (he is not a virgin lol, but itâs his first time with a human, so), this one is actually pretty mild, bordering on vanilla. Thereâs talk about how merfolk do it đ This is just crack fantasy okay, please donât take it seriously! Thereâs some small pov changes in here, because, well, it just happened, lol.
â Warnings (explicit): protected sex, oral (both male and female), hair pulling, multiple orgasms, nipple play/sucking, a little bit of dirty talk, begging, pleasing.
â Taglist: @allie-is-a-panda @jeonsbabygirlsworld
â Read on AO3!
â Authorâs note: happy birthday to my sweet and lovely friend Lua (@letjungcoook7) đ„ł I wrote this story for you as a present. I know youâre not that much into fantasy, but when I told you about my mermaid ideas, you were excited đ€ So this first one is for you bby âš I really hope you like it, also that everyone else does!
[s.masterlist] â this is part of a collection of series that are stand-alone one-shots, but all of them are set in the same universe. They are slightly connected though đ€
The rain begins to pour as Jungkook grips your hand, his touch both delicate and powerful, guiding you through the sudden downpour. Moments ago, you were laughing and playing at the local playground, unaware that Mother Nature was about to drench the world in her unexpected shower.
Your heart pounds in your chest and echoes in your ears as you race to keep up with Jungkook, a wide smile spreading across your face. For an eight-year-old, heâs pretty damn fast, making every step feel like a thrilling challenge.
Heâs sprinting down familiar streets, and you quickly realize heâs heading towards your home. Youâve never seen his house or met his parents, but your own parents adore Jungkook, joking that heâs your future husband. Youâre not thinking that far aheadâyouâre just a child, after all. Yet, youâd be lying if you said you didnât have a fondness for him.
Letâs be honest, you have the biggest crush on the sweet boy with the round face and big doe eyes that seem too large for his tiny head. His nose is adorable, and his teeth only add to his charm. In short, you love everything about him, even his occasional unreasonable moments. But when he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip in that irresistibly cute way, your heart completely melts.
Your house comes into view, but instead of heading inside, he veers into your backyard, leading you towards the hidden playhouse nestled among the bushes and small trees.
âShouldnât we get inside where itâs dry?â you ask, bewilderment etched across your face as you finally reach the playhouse. He crouches down and gently pulls you inside, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
âNo, weâll be safe here,â he assures you, sitting down with his legs tucked under him. He bites his lip softly, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes.
âWe should go inside; I donât want either of us to catch a cold,â you mumble, settling beside him and feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. Despite not feeling chilled yet, you know itâs risky to stay out in wet clothes. Itâs autumn, and although the air still holds a lingering warmth, youâre aware that it wonât last long.
âLetâs just stay here for a moment, okay?â he pleads, his eyes wide and his signature pout in full effect. You find yourself unable to resistâafter all, who could say no to that adorable face?
For a few minutes, you sit there side by side, listening to the sky weep as rain patters softly on the roof of the playhouse. A few droplets sneak inside, but it hardly matters.
Jungkook suddenly turns to you, his expression unreadableâ sadness flickers across his features, his normally warm brown eyes darkening to near-black in the dim light. His smile vanishes, replaced by a somberness that seems to weigh heavily on him. You canât help but wonder what has shifted, why heâs undergone this sudden transformation in demeanor.
â___. Promise me youâll never forget me?âÂ
His eyes widen with earnestness, pleading like a puppyâs, and both of his hands seek yours, holding on as if afraid of being forgotten.
Emotions swirl in those hazel eyes, a tumultuous sea of feelings you struggle to decipher. You long to grasp his thoughts, to understand why heâs broaching the topic of forgetting him. But the idea is unfathomable to you; forgetting him seems as impossible as forgetting your own name.
Something shimmers in his eyesâwhat, you canât quite discern. They resemble an ocean, deep and mysterious, where one could easily lose themselves if they stared for too long.
âForget you? Kookie, what on earth are you talking about?â your eyes widen in disbelief, searching his face for any hint of understanding, but finding only confusion.
âItâs just... I like you a lot, and,â he murmurs, stumbling over his words, his hands fidgeting nervously with yours. Then, lifting his gaze to meet yours, he adds with a touch of vulnerability, âIâll never forget you. You mean the world to me, ___. Youâre my friend.â
With a warm smile and a gentle chuckle, you reply, âDuh, silly. Of course youâll never forget me! And Iâll never forget you either. Now, can we please go inside?â
Jungkook smiles, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes as it usually does, leaving a lingering unease in the pit of your stomach. It feels like a storm is brewing within you, mirroring the turbulent weather outside.
âJust promise me. Weâll never forget each other, no matter what,â he implores, his voice firm and unwavering, his eyes reflecting the solemnity of his words.
He clasps your hand with his own, seeking out your pinky finger.Â
âPinky promise?â he asks, his eyes earnest, holding onto your gaze with a mix of hope and determination.
Your eyes flicker with a rapid dance of confusion and amusement. Despite the chaos of the moment, a smile spreads across your face, its warmth seeming to dissolve his frown and alleviate his frazzled state.
âOkay. Pinky promise,â you affirm, intertwining your pinky finger with his, sealing the pact with a vow that feels as timeless as eternity.
You never laid eyes on Jungkook after thatâwell, you did both retreat indoors, your mother showering Jungkook with love and sweet treats he adored. But after that day, twenty long years ago, he vanished from your life out of the blue, leaving only memories behind.
Why youâre thinking about him now, you really donât know. Yet, just as he once asked of you, youâve never let go of his memoryâa part of you still holds onto the hope that he might reappear, surprising you around some unsuspecting corner, as if he never left. But with each passing day, the likelihood of such serendipity grows fainter, like the receding tide of the deep blue ocean.
Maybe itâs the nostalgia stirred by your recent home purchase by the sea that brings back memories of your childhood crush. The vast expanse of the ocean triggers thoughts of his eyesânot because of their color, but the way they used to glimmer, reflecting the light with a sparkle that danced like sunbeams on water.
Long strolls on the beach prove therapeutic, gradually pushing thoughts of your childhood crush to the recesses of your mind. With each step along the sandy shores, you uncover treasuresâseashells, smoothed by the relentless embrace of the waves, and other mementos of seaside serenity.
You truly love the beach, which is why you chose to buy a house so close to the shore. Itâs not just because the ocean reminds you of a certain childhood friend you wish you could see again. His sudden departure has always baffled youâsometimes you wonder what really happened.Â
Was he kidnapped, or did he simply leave without a word?Â
Why would he vanish without telling you first, especially if he just had to move?
Itâs after dinner, and you find yourself lounging on your terrace, gazing out at the ocean. The view is breathtaking, and when the wind blows just right, the salty breeze gently caresses your skin. You smile a wistful smile as you raise your glass to your lips. Today is a red wine day; despite the heat, the perfectly chilled glass complements the warmth of the evening air.
With your legs propped up on the lounge chair, reclined for maximum comfort, you gaze out at the vast expanse of the sea. You canât help but wonder about the treasures and secrets it holds, a mysterious world teeming with countless species youâve never even heard of that call it home.
Mankind has long tried to conquer the world beneath the waters, yet the pitch-black depths of the ocean remain largely unexplored, beyond the reach of even the best diving gear. Though youâre no diver, the allure of the seaâs hidden secrets captivates you, and you dream of one day uncovering its mysteries.
A sweet, velvety sound caresses your ears, prompting you to sit up and listen more closely. The enchanting melody wraps around you, and you realize itâs a voiceâsomeone is singing.
God, it sounds beautifulâcaptivating, sweet, and strong, yet tinged with sorrow. The melody weaves its way into your soul, leaving you spellbound.
For a moment, you wonder if itâs all in your headâa fleeting hallucination brought on by too much wine. But a glance at your glass and the nearly full bottle beside you confirms youâve barely finished your first glass.
The voice is real, and it carries an eerily familiar tone. Intrigued, you rise from your comfortable lounge chair and make your way down to the sandy beach that has been your backyard for the past few days.
Your bare feet sink into the warm, fine sand, its texture caressing your skin. You glance around, searching for the source of the beautiful voice, but the beach remains empty, with no one in sight.
There it is againâthe singing, so achingly beautiful that it sends shivers down your spine and raises the hair on your arms. Your feet carry you along the shoreline, but despite your efforts, you canât pinpoint the source of the enchanting voice.
Then, just as youâve been pacing up and down the shoreline, the voice abruptly vanishesâquiet as a still puddle after a rain shower. With a strange unease settling in your gut, you reluctantly turn back toward home. The voice felt hauntingly familiar, yet somehow elusiveâlike a distant memory struggling to resurface.
For the past few days, the hauntingly beautiful voice has serenaded you night after night, drawing you out to the beach in search of its mysterious owner. Despite your efforts, luck eludes you, and each failed attempt leaves you with a sense of frustration, reminiscent of the pout Jungkook used to give you whenever you were being unreasonable with him.
Your frustration mounts as the elusive voice continues to evade you, its hauntingly familiar tone persistently tugging at the corners of your mind.
Frustration coursing through your veins, you slip into your bikini, determined to quell the restlessness with a night swim in your aquatic backyard.
As the sand caresses your feet, you stroll down to the shoreline under the watchful gaze of the moon, its ethereal glow casting a mesmerizing sheen upon the water. The scene is nothing short of magical, and as the lukewarm water embraces your skin, a delightful chill courses through your bodyânot from the cold, but from the familiar embrace of your second home. The ocean has always held a special place in your heart, and in this moment, it feels like a sanctuary away from the world.
Surrendering to the embrace of the water, you allow its gentle currents to envelop you, cradling you in its soft embrace as you yield to its rhythmic sway. With only your head above the surface, you venture further into the depths, relishing the sensation of weightlessness and freedom that comes with each stroke.
A soft, melodic sound tickles your earâitâs that captivating voice again! This time, it resonates clearer, as if drawing you in closer. Driven by curiosity, you swim towards the source of the sound, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you approach a cluster of rocks and a looming cliffside, you spy a cave nestled within its embrace, beckoning you with its mysterious allure.
The cave envelops you in darkness, yet the gentle glow of the full moon dances upon the water, casting an ethereal light that transforms the rocky surface of the cliff into glistening crystals. The voice reverberates off the walls, its echoes amplifying its haunting melody. Drawing closer, you discern a figure resting their head upon a rock, their silhouette illuminated by the moonâs gentle caress.
Intrigued, you inch closer, your curiosity piqued. As you approach, you discern the figure of a man, likely around your age, or perhaps a bit younger, reclining against the stone, his body partially obscured by its shadowy embrace.
âHello?â you call out, your voice echoing softly in the cave. Instantly, a pair of dark brown eyes fixate on yours, their intensity sending a shiver of recognition down your spine.
As you hear something splashing nearby, you swiftly swim to the corner of the cave. Pulling yourself up onto the rocky surface, you cast an inquisitive gaze at the stranger, who remains silent, their expression enigmatic.
âAre you okay?â you inquire, met with silence as the man attempts to retreat, concealing more of his body beneath the murky depths, leaving you to wonder what secrets lie hidden beneath the surface.
You approach cautiously, taking slow, measured steps, careful not to startle the man. His features are strikingâsharp, chiseled jawline, eyes wide and intense, lips full yet thin, and a cute nose that triggers a flood of memories from long ago, memories that have never faded.
âJungkook?â you gasp, the name escaping your lips like a sudden gust of wind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within youâhappiness and hurt colliding like waves crashing against the shore, overwhelming you in their tumultuous embrace.
The man cautiously peers over the rock, his bare torso partially shielded from view. The sight of him shirtless prompts a flurry of questions in your mindâwhy is he here, and why is he without a shirt?
Is that a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm?
You canât help but notice the strength in his neck, the prominent veins tracing a path down to his defined clavicle and broad shoulders. Damn it you really shouldnât, but you find yourself shamelessly admiring his physique, a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
â___?â His voice breaks the silence, light and airy, reminiscent of a summer breeze whispering through the leaves.
âIs it really you?â you inquire, lowering yourself to sit in front of him, your gaze sweeping over his features once more. His face holds a striking resemblance to someone from your past, now matured with the passage of time. Yet, those deep, familiar ocean eyes leave no doubtâitâs unmistakably Jungkook.
âYes, itâs me,â he confirms, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. The boyish charm of his smile clashes with the maturity reflected in his sharp features, creating a captivating contrast.
âWhat are you doing here?â you inquire, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident in your voice. The sight of him in this cave, serenading the darkness with his song, leaves you utterly bewildered.
âJust taking a breather,â he chuckles, his gaze shamelessly roaming over your form, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.
âHold on a second,â you exclaim, frustration tinged with urgency in your voice as you scratch your head in bewilderment. âWhat brings you here? You vanished without a trace. What happened?â
Another splash in the water draws your attention, and you track the sound to behind Jungkookâthen, you spot it: the tail. Itâs a mesmerizing shade of purple, with delicate variations of violet shimmering in the moonlit cave. The translucent fins catch the light as they sway gracefully. The scales, rough and scaly, add to the otherworldly beauty of him.
Your jaw nearly hits the rocky surfaceâif it could, it surely would. You gaze, utterly transfixed, at the figure before youâyour childhood friend, now revealed as a mermaid. No, a merman. The revelation leaves you reeling. How is this possible? Youâve heard of undiscovered species lurking beneath the waters, but this is your friend, someone youâve known for years with two perfectly functional feet and no hint of a scaly tail.
â___,â he begins, his voice filled with warmth and genuine curiosity. âItâs been such a long time. How have you been?â His eyes radiate happiness, but youâre still reeling from the revelation before you. Seeing him againâsomething youâve dreamt about for yearsâleaves you speechless.
âNo,â you assert firmly, a rush of urgency in your tone. âYou donât get to ask questions yet. There are so many things I need answers to from you first.â Determined, you attempt to peer over the rock heâs perched on, desperate for a closer look at the astonishing sight before youâyour childhood friend now bearing a tail, a reality that defies all logic.
âAlright, fire away,â he responds, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. âBut give me a moment to settle in.â With a graceful movement, he hoists himself out of the water, his biceps flexing as he perches on the rock, his tail lazily swaying in the water. Bathed in the soft glow of the cave, his majestic purple tail shimmers, leaving you in awe of his breathtaking beauty.
He seems big and broad shouldered, the tattoos look intricate, reflecting ancient scribbles and drawings on his arm.
You plop down on the rugged surface, your mind reeling with disbeliefâit all feels like a surreal dream. Unable to resist, you extend your hand to touch him, as if to confirm his reality. Your index finger tentatively prods his cheek before trailing down to his chest. The moment your touch meets his pecs, youâre met with a jolt of realizationâhis muscles are firm, real, and undeniably tangible beneath your fingertips, sending a surge of heat through your veins as you inadvertently find yourself groping his impeccable chest.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, his eyes darting from your hand on his chest back to your face. Embarrassment floods your cheeks with a deep crimson as the realization of your actions hits you. Youâve been feeling the solid warmth of his chest, lost in the surreal moment.
âOh, God. Iâm so sorry!â you blurt out, yanking your hand back as if itâs been scorched. âI didnât mean to touch you like that!â Embarrassment floods through you, your heart racing as you pull away from the unexpected intimacy.
Damn it, get a grip, you chastise yourself silently. âI just wanted to make sure this is real,â you confess aloud, your voice trembling slightly with lingering disbelief.
You release a nervous chuckle, the sound betraying the disbelief still coursing through you. But as you take in the surreal sight before youâJungkook, undeniably real and impossibly transformedâyou can no longer deny the truth. Your childhood friend is here, right in front of you, and he is, astonishingly, a merman.
âOh, this is very real,â he teases, his voice rich and layered with an enigmatic quality that you canât quite decipher but are desperate to understand.
âAre you really a merman?â you ask, your gaze drifting back to his tail, mesmerized by its iridescent beauty. Itâs breathtaking, almost otherworldly.
He nods, a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes glimmering with a wistful nostalgia that tugs at your heartstrings.
âWhat happened to you? Why did you leave?â you demand, the urgency in your voice revealing the depth of your longing and confusion. These are the questions that have haunted you for years, the ones you swore youâd ask if you ever saw him again. Why did he disappear without a word, leaving you behind?
You watch as his expression shifts, becoming more guarded. âMy parents and I had to move back home... to the ocean, I mean,â he explains, his face twitching as if struggling to mask an inner pain. âA rift in a tectonic plate devastated my village. Everything was destroyed, so we had to return and help rebuild.â
You study him closely, a lump forming in your throat as a myriad of emotions swirl within you.
âOkay. But why couldnât you come back when you were done?â you inquire, your voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and hurt. Itâs apparent that there are unresolved feelings of abandonment lingering within you, a reminder of the wounds you may need to address with your therapist.
âI really wanted to, but my parents and the village elders forbade it. We dedicated ourselves to rebuilding our village, but returning to the surface was strictly prohibited,â he explains, a palpable sadness tinting his words. Itâs evident that he had yearned to reunite with you, but the weight of his responsibilities as a merman ultimately kept him bound to the depths of the ocean.
âWhy are you here now? And are there others like you?â you inquire, a mix of bewilderment and intrigue coloring your tone. As you press for more information, you notice him visibly relax, his features softening once again in response to your curiosity.
âWell, Iâve been here for quite a while. I come up here to sing, often thinking of you, actually,â he confesses, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. âAnd yes, there are others like me,â he adds with a chuckle, the sound carrying a mixture of amusement and friendly banter.
âThinking of me?â you stammer in amazement, your voice barely above a whisper as the weight of his words settles in.
âYeah. Iâve missed you since I had to leave, and Iâve been searching for you for years. Meeting you again feels like a dream come true,â he confesses, his voice filled with palpable joy at the reunion with a long-lost friend. His words send a surge of warmth through you, igniting a flutter of emotions you thought long buried. As your heart skips a beat, youâre struck by the realization that the childhood crush you harbored for him still lingers, stronger than ever.
âIâve missed you too,â you exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, heavy with emotion. With a gentle touch, you extend your hand, laying it atop his on the rough surface of the rock, a silent reassurance of your enduring bond.
âHow come youâre a merman? You were just a boy last time I saw youâŠâ you begin, not really knowing how to ask the question that you have swirling in your mind.
âYou want to know if something happened to me, to make me like this,â he gestures with his other hand over his bodyâ itâs well defined, muscles big and strong, âor if Iâd always been a merman?â His words hang in the air, a poignant reminder of the mysteries surrounding his transformation.
You choke on air with how effortlessly he articulates your thoughts, a skill heâs always possessed. You nod in agreement, the intensity of your curiosity driving you to lean in closer, desperate to unravel the enigma of his transformation.
âIâve always been a merman. My parents chose to live as humansâ theyâre merfolk too, by the way. But they wanted me to experience life on land. So, despite appearances, Iâve always been like this,â he explains, a smile gracing his lips as he playfully flips his tail in the water, sending ripples dancing in his wake.
âHow⊠How do you transform?â you ask, studying him intently once more. Despite his remarkable change, he still retains that familiar essence, stirring up the remnants of the childhood crush you thought youâd outgrown. A flush of warmth creeps across your cheeks, betraying the intensity of your emotions.
âWell. When Iâm out of water for an extended period, I assume my human form. And when Iâm in contact with water, I revert to my merman form,â he explains, a soft smile gracing his lips. As his fingers intertwine with yours, his touch is tender, each stroke a gentle caress that ignites a spark of warmth within you.
You nod, absorbing his explanation, but then you gasp as his words sink in, a realization dawning on you. âDo you transform when it rains then?â you blurt out, the question bursting forth with newfound urgency and curiosity.
His laughter fills the air, rich and unrestrained, sending ripples of warmth through your chest. Your gaze instinctively drifts to his chest, where the rhythmic movement of his pectorals accompanies the melody of his mirth, a captivating display of joy that you canât help but revel in.
âNo. That wouldnât be very practical. It has to be seawater, or simply prolonged exposure to water can also do the trick,â he explains, his tone laced with a hint of amusement at the notion of rain-induced transformations.
You nod in understanding once more. âNothing about this is practical, Jungkook,â you remark, a hint of incredulity lacing your tone.
He chuckles again, withdrawing his hand from yours and gently cupping your cheek. His touch sends a surge of warmth coursing through you, like a dormant ember suddenly ignited into a flickering flame, ready to blaze anew.
He locks eyes with you, his gaze unwavering and intense, brimming with depths of emotion that beckon you to explore. Itâs like peering into an uncharted ocean, filled with mysteries waiting to be discovered. Despite the unfamiliarity, youâre drawn to dive deep and lose yourself in the depths of his gaze.
âDo you remember our promise?â he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble, yet resolute. Seeking solace in the familiarity of your gaze, his words carry the weight of cherished memories and unspoken vows.
âOf course,â you respond with a bittersweet smile, lifting your hand and extending your pinky finger. âIâve never forgotten you, Jungkook,â you affirm, the weight of years past and promises kept evident in your touch.
He hums a melody, its tune unfamiliar yet strangely soothing, and in that moment, you find solace in the sound of his voice, the melody a balm to your racing heart. âIâve never forgotten you either, ___,â he confesses, his words carrying the weight of shared memories and enduring connection.
With his other hand, he reaches out, extending his pinky finger to intertwine with yours, creating a connection that feels like two worlds colliding, merging into one. Itâs a moment of transcendence, where past and present converge, binding you both in a promise that spans the depths of time.
âI never got to tell you this on that day, and it has haunted me since, but I like you,â His words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and a vulnerability that echoes through your soul. As he gazes into your eyes, it feels like heâs peeling away layers of your being, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, despite the fabric that shields your skin. With each moment, he draws nearer, his touch a gentle anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you.
âI like you too,â your confession hangs in the air, suspended between you like a delicate thread woven with anticipation and longing. With every word, you feel the weight of your emotions, amplified by the closeness of his presence. As your breath brushes against his skin, you can almost taste the bittersweet tang of desire mingled with the salt of the ocean breeze.
In his embrace, you feel cherished, cocooned in a world where only the two of you exist. His gaze, laden with affection, dances between the depths of your eyes and the soft curve of your lips, a silent symphony of desire. You catch the subtle flicker of his pupils as they dilate, mirroring the fluttering of your heart. A fleeting gesture, your tongue brushes against your lips, a subtle invitation to bridge the divide between longing and fulfillment.
In the hushed sanctuary of the moonlit cave, time seems to stretch into a languid dance, enveloping you both in its tender embrace. The world outside fades into a distant murmur, leaving only the rhythmic melody of your shared breaths echoing off the rocky walls. Your gaze descends to the plush pinkness of his lips, a tantalizing invitation begging to be explored. A surge of curiosity and desire courses through you, igniting a tempest of longing as you ponder the intoxicating possibility of tasting his kiss.
âCan I kiss you?â His question hangs in the air like a delicate promise, and you feel a rush of anticipation flooding your senses, the tension between you crackling like electricity. His words, soft yet laden with unspoken longing, send a tremor of excitement coursing through your veins. In that suspended moment, you find yourself caught in the irresistible pull of his gaze, his eyes a sea of swirling emotions mirroring your own. With a silent plea echoing in your heart, you grant him permission with a subtle nod, your breath hitching in anticipation as you yearn for the moment when his lips will meet yours.
His tattooed hand, warm and possessive, slides from your cheek to the back of your neck with a gentle urgency, pulling you into him as if heâs afraid you might slip away. When his lips meet yours, itâs like a collision of stars, soft yet electric, igniting a wildfire of sensation that courses through your veins. As he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort, youâre overcome with a rush of warmth and affection. With a soft chuckle escaping your lips, you reach for him, fingers intertwining with the soft strands of his hair as you draw him closer. The second kiss is a revelation, a crescendo of desire and longing that leaves you breathless and craving more. His hum reverberates against your lips, grounding you in the intensity of the moment, like a lifeline in a sea of swirling emotions.
You draw back reluctantly, a sigh escaping your lips as you feel the bittersweet ache of parting. âItâs getting late,â you murmur, the weight of reality settling in as you remember your responsibilities waiting beyond the caveâs embrace.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â the question hangs between you like a delicate thread, woven with hope and uncertainty, longing for reassurance in the face of impending separation.
A mischievous glint dances in his eyes, and he licks his lips with a playful flick of his tongue, relishing the way your senses are all tangled up in a whirlwind of emotionsâfrazzled yet utterly blissed-out in his presence.
âSoon,â he assures with a reassuring smile, his touch lingering for a moment longer as his thumb caresses your lip, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. âYou can always find me here, or just listen for my voice. But duty calls back home. Iâll return, I promise.â With that, he pulls away, releasing you from the spell of the moment, but leaving behind a promise that lingers in the air like the echo of his voice in the cave.
Reluctantly, you rise, dusting off imaginary particles from your skin with a sweep of your hands, lingering in the moment a bit longer. With a soft smile, you regard him, your eyes filled with a mixture of fondness and longing.Â
âYou really have a beautiful voice, Jungkook,â you murmur, the words carrying a weight of sincerity and admiration, like a gentle breeze in the tranquil cave.
With a smile that seems to illuminate the entire cave, he gracefully immerses himself in the water, causing it to dance and ripple around him like liquid poetry in motion.
âI canât wait to see you again,â you express, your voice tinged with a mixture of longing and affection, each word carrying the weight of the emotions you hold for him.
âIâll be counting the moments until our paths cross again,â he murmurs softly, his words carrying on the gentle breeze as he fades into the depths below, leaving you with the lingering promise of his return.
Jungkook had indeed kept his word. Though you trusted him, a small part of you feared youâd never see him again. Yet, the very next day, he reappeared in the cave, serenading you with a song as you basked in his presence. This enchanting ritual has continued every day for the past two weeks, each encounter deepening your bond and making the fear of losing him fade away.
So far, your encounters have been limited to kisses, which you absolutely loveâhis lips are incredibly soft. Yet, lately, youâve found yourself yearning for more. The stress of your upcoming housewarming party, which youâve shared with Jungkook, isnât helping. You think that letting loose with him might be just what you need to de-stress.
âWhy are you having this party again if you donât really want to?â he asks, genuinely curious. He canât fathom why youâd willingly burden yourself with the hassle of pleasing others when it clearly brings you no joy.
âI guess itâs just expected of me,â you muse, looking down at the sparkling water as his tail gently plays with it, creating ripples. âMy friends are coming, my parents too. They havenât seen my new house yet.â
He smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes. âItâs nice that youâre doing this for them, but it sounds like youâre forcing yourself. That makes me a bit sad.â
You shake your head and put up your hands in defense. âYeah, but itâs okay. Itâs not like I dislike it completely. Itâll be nice seeing my friends again.â You pause, a sudden idea lighting up your face.Â
âYou could also come, you know?â
His face brightens momentarily, but then he slumps down in the water, looking a bit deflated. âIâd love to come, but Iâm not sure I can. My hyungs need my help in the village; one of them has been missing for days, and weâve been searching for him without luckâŠâ His voice trails off, a mix of concern and disappointment etched on his face.
You feel a twinge of sadness for him and say softly, âIâm so sorry, Jungkook. I hope you find him soon. Just know youâre always welcome, no matter when.â
His smile returns, but thereâs a hint of worry in his eyes as he speaks. âThanks. Jimin usually never wanders off, thatâs why weâre afraid something has happened to him.â
You envelop him in a hug, offering what comfort you can, despite not knowing Jimin. You silently pray for Jiminâs swift returnâafter all, you understand more than most the ache of missing a piece of your heart.
A few days later, the soft strains of music fill your home, weaving through the laughter and chatter of old and new friends alike, and the comforting presence of your parents, whose faces you havenât seen in what feels like an eternity.
As you mingle with your friends, catching up on stories and laughter, time seems to dance away unnoticed. Itâs only when the gentle kiss of the evening breeze starts to nip at your skin that you realize how long youâve been engrossed in conversation with your colleague out on the terrace. With a shared chuckle at the sudden chill, you both retreat inside, seeking the warmth of good company and lively conversations.
Her joke evokes laughter from you, but the moment is abruptly interrupted by her sudden silence, drawing your attention to where her finger points. In the kitchen, your parents stand, their faces alight with smiles, engaged in conversation with a tall, dark-haired man whose locks curl gently at the ends.
Her curiosity piques as she nudges you with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhoâs that hot man with a tattooed arm over there talking with your parents?â she asks, her voice tinged with intrigue, prompting both of you to draw nearer to the kitchen.
As you draw closer, disbelief gives way to certainty: itâs unmistakably Jungkook standing beside your parents.
â___! You never mentioned Jungkookâs return! How long has it been, twenty years?â your mother exclaims, her smile radiant as she pinches Jungkookâs cheek affectionately, treating him like a long-lost child returned home.
Your dadâs eyes sparkle with the warmth of a long-awaited reunion, as if heâs just rediscovered an old friend, and you canât help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before you.
Your mother reaches out to embrace Jungkook, her petite frame enveloped by his much larger one, but he indulges her with a warm hug, wrapping her in a comforting embrace.
With a playful grin, your friend nudges you, her eyes darting between you and Jungkook, a knowing glint sparkling in them. âWho is this handsome man?â
As you break from your reverie, you manage a sheepish grin, your voice carrying a hint of nostalgia and excitement. âThis is Jungkook, my childhood friend. We go way back.â
âHeâs hot,â your friendâs observation cuts through the air with a boldness that makes you chuckle, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she sizes up Jungkook.
Your motherâs laughter fills the room, a warm melody that dances around the air. âHe really is! Youâve really outgrown that cute bunny phase you had,â she teases, her fingers playfully squeezing Jungkookâs rather impressive biceps.
âMom! Youâre embarrassing me,â you groan, a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation painting your voice as you reach for Jungkookâs hand, eager to escape the teasing clutches of both your parents and your friend.
As you pull him away, Jungkook chuckles softly, following you into the living room where you both sink into the inviting embrace of the couch.
Amidst the chatter filling the room, engaging in conversation with Jungkook proves challenging, his words often drowned out by the lively voices of others around you.
âWould you like to step out for a bit? Take a stroll along the beach?â he proposes, his gaze alight with anticipation, as if the idea itself holds a promise of something wonderful.
With a nod, you clasp his hand, a silent agreement passing between you. But before you step out into the night, you make a quick detour to your friend, informing her of your plans for a seaside stroll.
She scrutinizes you with the intensity of a hawk, then delves into her purse, emerging with something in hand. âHere,â she says, passing it to you.Â
âI have a feeling you might need this.â
You accept the small foil packet, its presence alone sending a jolt of recognition through you. Your cheeks and ears ignite with heat, and you hastily tuck it into your jeans pocket, your gratitude tinged with embarrassment. âThanks,â you murmur, your voice slightly breathless.
As you begin to turn away, she shoots you a playful wink, causing you to release a sigh of embarrassment, your cheeks still flushed with color.
Outside, you stroll barefoot on the sand, reveling in the moment with Jungkook by your sideâboth of you connected to the earth beneath your feet. His presence captivates you, his figure tall and striking against the backdrop of the beach. Shoulder-length hair dances around his face, adding to his allure. With each step, you admire his physiqueâbroad shoulders tapering to a defined waist, muscular thighs moving with purpose. Clad in a white tank top, his biceps speak of strength, while his snug blue denim jeans accentuate his powerful legs, showcasing a silhouette that commands attention.
His human form is undeniably beautiful, but it pales in comparison to the breathtaking splendor of his merman form. This realization brings a soft smile to your lips, and a blush warms your cheeks.
You walk with him along the beach, your hand nestled comfortably in his, the silence stretching between you like a warm blanket. It feels like an eternity before he clears his throat, a deep rumble that breaks the quiet. âDo you want to go to the cave?â he asks, his voice tinged with a hopeful anticipation.
You look up at him, captivated by the soft, teasing smile playing on his lips. âYeah,â you agree, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.
âCool. I know a way to get there from land,â he says, pulling you along the shore. Your feet sink into the cool sand with each step, the waves gently lapping at your ankles as you follow him, while he makes an effort not to let the seawater touch him.
âYou do? I thought it was only accessible from the sea,â you chuckle, feeling the excitement build as he leads you closer to the rocky formations along the cliffside.
âI know a lot of hiding spots,â he giggles, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he reveals a narrow, almost hidden entryway in the cliffside, just big enough for him to slip through.
You step into the familiar cliffside cave where youâve been meeting for the past few weeks. Nestling into the small sandy patch, the only section not enveloped in stone, you feel a comforting sense of familiarity mixed with anticipation.
âMuch easier to talk in here, huh?â Jungkook chuckles, leaning back against the cave wall. The gentle echo of his laughter fills the space, making it feel cozier. You nod, a soft, airy chuckle escaping your lips as a blush warms your cheeks. Sitting beside him, the intimacy of the cave amplifies every shared glance and whispered word.
You look up at him, your eyes fluttering bashfully. âI donât really want to talk anymore,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
âOh, I thought you wanted to talk,â he says, his voice deflating as a pout forms on his lips. Thatâs when it hits youâhe has no idea how much you crave him, how badly you want to feel him, everywhere.
You turn your body towards his, your hands caressing his face as you pull his face towards yours. âI want to do more than talk,â you quip, your voice small but steady. âI want to kiss you and so much more.â
Something seems to snap in him, and a mischievous smirk spreads across his cheeks. He moves his face closer to yours, your noses almost touching. âSo you want more?â he teases, his voice a tantalizing whisper against your lips.
âYes,â you breathe, the word escaping in a breathless pant as you close the distance between you. Your lips meet his in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a fire that blazes between you. Your hands hold his cheeks in place, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch, as he responds eagerly, deepening the kiss with his tongue, sending waves of desire coursing through you.
When you part, both of your eyes are wide, pupils dilated with desire, reflecting the intensity of the moment.
âI want you, Kook,â you plead, your breath mingling with his, your foreheads pressed together in an intimate connection.
Your fingertips trace the lines of his body, dancing over the contours of his chest until they halt at the brink of his jeans.
âI want you too, ___, but Iââ he pants, his words cut short as you start to rub your hand over his clothed dick, eliciting a deep, gratifying groan from him.
You keep teasing him with your hand, feeling the growing hardness beneath your touch, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You lick your lips, watching as his face contorts in pleasure, every subtle reaction driving you wild with desire.
âHmm, you like it?â you ask, positioning yourself directly in front of him, locking eyes as you continue your ministrations.
âYes, but Iââ as your hand maintains its pressure on his crotch, he stammers out his words, his voice a mixture of desire and hesitation.
âWhat, are you a virgin?â your playful tease hangs in the air, accompanied by a soft chuckle, as you lean in closer to him, your breath warming his ear with your whispered words.
âNo!â His response is hurried, almost defensive, tinged with a hint of embarrassment. âIâve just never done it with a human beforeâŠâ he confesses, his tone a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity.
You draw back slightly, scanning his face, catching a glimpse of uncertainty mingled with desire flickering in his eyes.
âI can guide you through it, show you what feels good. Trust me, youâll enjoy every moment,â you say, your eyes shimmering with a mix of confidence and anticipation.
âI mean, Jin hyung already told me how it works,â he pants, his gaze fixated on your hand as it works its magic, his hips instinctively moving in rhythm, âIâve touched myself before, out of curiosity, but Iâve never had sex with a human before.â
Your expression softens, recognizing that this is a new experience for him, so you resolve to take it slow.
âMermen donât exactly have dicks like humans,â he chuckles, his movements against your hand betraying his eagerness for friction.
You lean in again, teasing him, âHow exactly do merfolk have sex?â
He chuckles, smirking at you, âWell, itâs more like a mating ritual, honestly. Thereâs some swimming around, almost like a dance, rubbing against each other. Itâs quite primal and intimate, in its own way.â
You frown, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief evident on your face. âThatâs it?â
He nods, his expression both amused and sincere.â
âNo teasing? Release of bodily fluids? Making out? Sticking things into holes?â you list, your expression a mix of incredulity and disappointment. God, you really do like sex and all of the things you just listed. Mermaid intercourse sounds slightly boring in comparison.
âNo sticking things into holes sadlyâexcept for tongue kissing,â he chuckles, masking his disappointment with a playful grin, though you sense a tinge of longing in his eyes.
âBut you get to try that now, okay? Then you can tell all your friends how it is to have sex with a human,â you smile, feeling a bit mischievous, your words laced with humor as you try to lighten the mood after the serious discussion.
âMany of them have already experienced it,â he laughs, his tone tinged with excitement and a hint of anticipation, âMy hyungs have done it a lot, and I canât wait to experience it myself.â
âThey sound like theyâve had their fair share of adventures,â you chuckle, stealing a glance downwards, noticing the telltale strain in his pants.
He chuckles, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. âCan we talk about something else? Because Iâm having trouble focusing on your hand when Iâm talking about my friends.â
With a playful laugh, you grasp the situation and share a knowing glance. Eager to reignite the passionate spark between you, you playfully unzip his pants, only to discover heâs gone commandoâa thrilling surprise that sets your heart racing and ignites a rush of desire.
A mischievous grin plays on your lips as you raise an eyebrow, your fingers wrapping around his cock teasingly. âNo underwear?â you jest, a playful twinkle in your eye, as you give him a tantalizing stroke, feeling his anticipation building with each caress.
With a low, guttural sound, he shifts his weight, arching his back to assist as you peel off the remainder of his jeans. Your fingers eagerly find their way back to his dick, marveling at its girth and length, already imagining the delicious stretch it will bring. The anticipation sends shivers down your spine.
His cock is longâ longer than average, and thicker too. The tip is red, a small bead of precum gathered at the top, just waiting to be tasted by your tongue.
He teases you, his hips surging upward as if to test your grip. âDo you like it?â he murmurs, a hint of mischief in his voice, his eyes locking onto yours as he waits for your response.
You meet his gaze with a smirk, your fingers still wrapped around him. âYeah, itâs impressive,â you concede, your voice laced with anticipation. Honestly, you donât care much about the size of it, more about how good he is at using it.
He watches you intently, his gaze probing yet curious. âHave you had a lot of sex before?â
You nod and give him a small smile.
You lean in closer, your eyes locked with his, conveying your sincerity and eagerness. âI have, but letâs focus on us now,â you whisper, your voice tinged with determination. âI want to make you feel good, and then you can return the favor. How does that sound?â
With a tantalizing smile, you moisten your lips before lowering them to his cock. The instant contact makes him quiver, a reaction that only fuels your desire. You start by tracing him with your tongue, savoring his taste, before enveloping him completely in your warm, wet mouth.
He utters adorable, needy moans as your mouth envelops him, his reactions spurring you on as you slide up and down, sucking him with fervor and intensity.
His hands find your hair, gripping it gently at first, then with a bit more urgency, but you donât mind one bit. Instead, it fuels your desire, urging you to take more of him into your mouth, to please him further with every movement.
The echoing sounds of slurping fill the cave, reverberating off the rocky walls, creating a symphony of desire. Each wet, sucking noise only fuels your arousal further, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with every passing moment.
âShit. Iâm feeling like I might come already,â he pants, his fingers tightening in your hair, a futile attempt to control the rising tide of pleasure coursing through him.
You release him with a soft pop, panting as you meet his pleading gaze, a flicker of desire mirrored in your eyes, silently promising more to come.
âIt felt really good, but I really want to know what it feels like being inside your pussy, please,â his plea echoes through the cave, his eyes pleading like a desperate puppy, and you canât help but chuckle at his adorable earnestness, your own desire kindled by his longing gaze.
âOf course. I want to have you inside of me too,â you pant, urgency seeping into your voice as you hastily pull your shirt over your head, revealing the lace of your bra to him, a silent invitation in the flickering light of the cave.
âYouâre stunning,â he breathes, his voice filled with awe and genuine appreciation. âItâs not just your body that I love, but your entire essence, your personalityâitâs all so captivating.â
Your smile widens, mirroring the warmth and affection swelling in your chest as you gaze at him. As you begin to unbutton your pants, a thought nudges its way into your consciousness. Retrieving the foil packet from your pocket, you place it on the ground between you, a silent promise of the intimacy about to unfold.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers to the foil packet, curiosity sparking in his eyes like a flame catching kindling. âWhatâs that?â he asks, his voice laced with intrigue and a hint of anticipation, as if sensing the gravity of the moment wrapped in that small, innocuous package.
You chuckle softly, charmed by his innocence, realizing heâs never encountered a condom before. Itâs endearing, really, how sheltered his underwater world has been.
âItâs a condom. Itâs for protection,â you explain gently, feeling a mix of tenderness and amusement at his innocence. âYou put it on your cock. Iâm on birth control, but it never hurts to be extra safe,â you assure him, deciding to take the lead and offer to help him put it on.
As you attempt to open the foil packet, he intercepts your movement with a smirk, halting you with his hand. âNot now. I want to taste you first. Can I? And will you let me know if you like it or not? Iâve never tried it before,â he trails off, his voice soft and endearing. Itâs moments like these that make you realize just how charming he can be.
His hands find purchase on your hips, and with a deliberate tug, he pulls your pants down, leaving you bare in your underwear. His gaze travels over you, from your eyes down to your dripping cunt, igniting a fire of anticipation in your core.
âYour panties are wet.âÂ
You chuckle in response, a mix of excitement and nervousness dancing in your eyes as you obediently part your legs wider, inviting him in with a playful yet anticipatory smirk.
âThatâs because Iâm aroused,â you confess, your voice barely a whisper as his touch sends a delicious shiver down your spine, your anticipation building with every electrifying caress of his hand against your hip bone and down to your pussy.
âYou can remove it,â you whisper, your voice husky with desire, as you arch your back, offering yourself to him, a silent invitation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides your panties down your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to the dimly lit cave, the anticipation thickening the air between you.
He lowers himself between your parted legs, his touch sending shivers up your spine as his hands explore the soft skin of your thighs, eliciting playful giggles from your lips. With agonizing slowness, his fingertips inch closer to your aching pussy, your body aching with desire, yearning for his touch. You find yourself silently begging for him to make contact, your entire being consumed by the anticipation of his caress.
âPlease, Jungkook,â you implore, your voice trembling with urgency and longing, âI need to feel you, your touchâwhether itâs your fingers or your mouth, I donât care. Just touch me.â
As he gazes into your eyes, his expression filled with desire and understanding, he delicately traces his index finger over your sensitive clit. The sensation overwhelms you, eliciting a strangled gasp of his name, your body responding eagerly to his touch.
With each gentle stroke of his finger over your clit, you canât help but release a soft moan, your body instinctively responding to his touch. Sensing your pleasure, he continues, his movements becoming more confident as he circles and rubs your clit, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
As your breath quickens and your body trembles with anticipation, you find it increasingly difficult to maintain control, your legs quivering with need. Sensing your urgency, he gently guides your legs apart with his free hand, allowing him better access to your pussy.
He watches, entranced, as your clit pulsates, the rhythmic flexing and relaxing of the muscle a mesmerizing sight. The vision of your arousal sends a jolt of desire through him, making his own need painfully evident.
âYou can put a finger in,â you pant, your voice trembling with need, eyes wide and pleading for more.
He looks up, his eyes searching yours, âAre you sure?â he asks, his voice a husky whisper filled with both concern and anticipation.
You bite your bottom lip, a soft groan escaping your throat. âYes, Jungkook,â you breathe, your voice laced with desperate longing, âI want your fingers inside me now.â
With the hand that was expertly teasing your clit, Jungkook slides it down to your slick folds, marveling at how you glisten in the moonlit cave. He gently positions his index finger, then slowly, almost tantalizingly, pushes it inside you, making you gasp at the intimate sensation.
The pleasure hits you instantly, a surge of desire overwhelming your senses. You crave more, each second intensifying your need, as if every nerve in your body is crying out for him.
âWow,â he breathes, mesmerized by the sight of his finger slowly disappearing into your hole, his eyes wide with awe and desire.
Mesmerized, he begins thrusting his finger in and out of you, his movements slow and deliberate. Your sweet noises of pleasure fill the cave, encouraging him. After a moment, he looks up, his voice husky with desire, âCan I add another one?â
You nod, and another finger slips into your pussy, stretching you just a bit more. The sensation is intoxicating, yet you crave so much more. Youâre trying to maintain control, to let him take his time, but the need inside you is almost overwhelming.
âPlease,â you whisper urgently, your voice trembling with desire, âadd a third finger and use your other hand to play with my clit.â You crave the sensation, the stretch, the readiness for his cock, your need palpable in every word.
With a swift motion, you unhook your bra, allowing it to slip to the ground. His movements pause as his gaze fixes on your exposed chestâyour nipples standing pert and proud, a silent invitation to his touch.
As his gaze reluctantly leaves your exposed chest, he resumes his attention on you, the third finger sliding into you with a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips at the welcomed stretch. His thumb, slick with your juices, finds your clit once more, initiating a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
Breathless and on the edge of ecstasy, you manage to muster the question, your voice filled with awe and admiration, âAre you sure you havenât done this before? Because youâre really good at it.â
His laughter dances in the air, a melody to your unraveling pleasure. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you with a perplexed frown until you see him drawing nearer, his tongue tracing the contours of your pussy.
You surrender to the ecstasy, tossing your head back as waves of pleasure wash over you, relishing the sensation of his velvety tongue caressing every contour of your quivering folds and sending electric pulses of delight through your clit.
With a hunger that matches your own, he envelops your clit, his mouth becoming a vortex of ravenous need, as he sucks and teases, drawing forth the essence of your desire and savoring every drop of your arousal with a fervent devotion.
With an almost expert touch, he draws your sensitive bud into his mouth, creating a vortex of sensation that sends electrifying pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. Each suction brings you closer to the edge, igniting a fiery intensity that threatens to consume you entirely. As you pant and gasp, your senses reel with the impending release, the anticipation coiling tighter within you like a spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy.
Your fingers trace the curves of your breasts, igniting a trail of sensation that sends shivers down your spine. With each touch, you feel the heat building within you, a primal urge demanding release. Your fingertips dance over your nipples, teasing them to attention, and you canât help but respond with a symphony of gasps and moans.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers up, drawn to the symphony of your movements, your gasps and moans orchestrating a melody of desire. Yet, he remains steadfast in his task, his lips and tongue weaving a spell of ecstasy as he devours you with hunger, like he has done this many times before. Itâs as though heâs an artist, each stroke of his tongue a masterpiece, each flicker of his lips a masterpiece of passion.
As your body arches and trembles with impending release, youâre acutely aware that the peak of ecstasy is just within reach. âJungkook,â you gasp, your voice a fervent plea, âIâm... Iâm going to come.â
With his deep chuckle vibrating against your most sensitive spot, youâre overcome by the intoxicating blend of sensations. In an instant, your world explodes into a symphony of pleasure, your fingers tangling in his ebony locks, anchoring you to the dizzying whirlwind of ecstasy as he eagerly savors every drop of your essence.
With a gentle and tender gaze, he pulls away, his features adorned with a shimmer of your essence. âWas this alright?â he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, yet his eyes brimming with warmth and adoration. With a gasp of disbelief, you draw him into a passionate kiss, savoring the mingling taste of yourself on his lips, yet your heart races with an electric thrill. âIt was perfect,â you murmur against his mouth, your voice laden with sincerity and longing, sealing the moment with fervent intensity.
âNow you can fuck me,â filled with need, you voice your desire, urgency coloring every syllable, as you reach for his shirt and hastily pull it over his head. Your fingers fumble with the foil packet, opening it with a sense of anticipation, before your hand finds his still-hard cock.
With careful precision, you slide the condom over his dick, a tangible barrier between you and raw desire. As you spread your legs, creating space for him, his cock hovers tantalizingly close to where you ache for him most. In his gaze, you detect a mixture of longing and uncertainty, silently seeking your permission to proceed.
You take control, grasping his cock firmly and guiding it to your eager entrance. With a whispered instruction, you urge him to press forward, âPush a little, but slowly.â
As he nods in agreement, a determined glint ignites in his eyes. With gentle yet purposeful movements, he starts to ease his cock into the welcoming warmth of your eager pussy, each inch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, stretching you deliciously with every inch gained.
His breath hitches, voice laced with wonderment, âWow. Youâre so tight,â he pants, his words punctuated by the sensation of more and more of his dick disappearing into the velvety depths of your cunt, a symphony of pleasure enveloping you both with each inch he claims.
âGod, youâre big,â you pant back, a mixture of excitement and anticipation lacing your voice as you try your best to relax, welcoming the exquisite stretch and fullness as he almost fills you up, every inch of him stirring a delicious ache within you.
Finally, heâs completely inside, and you release a shaky breath you didnât even realize youâd been holding, feeling every pulsing inch of him deep within you, a rush of sensation flooding your senses as you revel in the delicious fullness he provides.
âYou can move now,â you encourage him with a smile, eager anticipation shimmering in your eyes as you invite him to explore the depths of pleasure with each rhythmic thrust.
âHow? Youâre hugging me so tight,â he groans in pleasure, his voice tinged with uncertainty, as if seeking your direction amidst the waves of sensation coursing through both of you.
âFeel how we fit together?â you whisper, your hands tenderly guiding his hips. âJust move your hipsâback and forth. Follow the rhythm of our bodies, and trust me, itâll be amazing.â
âI already feel so good.â
He starts with a gentle push, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. With each thrust, he delves deeper, igniting an electric dance between your bodies, and you canât help but moan in bliss.
âDonât stopâfaster,â you urge him on, and he responds with a surge of intensity, each thrust echoing in the cavern, a symphony of desire enveloping you both.
Your hands abandon his ass and hips once youâre satisfied heâs got the rhythm, his every thrust hitting that perfect spot, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.
You moan his name, the sound igniting a primal response in him, his grunts mingling with your name, creating a symphony of passion in the cave.
âKeep goingâharder,â you plead, your voice laced with urgency and desire. With each thrust, he drives into you with unyielding force, your back meeting the rough cave wall, igniting a primal intensity that leaves you breathless. You know thereâll be marks and scratches later, but at this moment, all you care about is the raw, primal pleasure heâs giving you.
âYes!â you scream, your voice echoing against the walls of the cave, the intensity of his thrusts driving you to clutch his strong biceps for leverage. The intricate tattoo sleeve he has on his right arm, flexing with the strength he puts into his thrusts. With each powerful movement of his hips, he plunges deeper into you, igniting a primal fire that consumes both of you in an insatiable frenzy.
â___. I think Iâm going to come soon,â he confesses, his voice strained with pleasure, his brows furrowing in anticipation of the impending release.
âMe too. Shit. Are you sure youâve never done this before?â you gasp out, your disbelief mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. His skill and passion feel too seasoned for a first-timer, leaving you both questioning the truth of his innocence.
âIâm just a fast learner,â he teases, his lips finding solace on one of your exposed nipples, eliciting a fervent moan of his name from you.Â
He sucks and nibbles at it, all while hitting your soft spot with precision. Itâs an onslaught of sensation, driving you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter within you, threatening to unravel at any moment.
With a tantalizing pop, he releases your nipple, only to lavish the same attention on its twin. His kisses, licks, and sucking send ripples of pleasure through your body, each touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.
Thatâs it. Youâre gonna come again.
âFuck, Kook,â you cry out, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you as you surrender to the torrent of ecstasy, your pussy releasing your liquid and pulsating around his cock, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you with the breakneck speed heâs moving his hips at.
âDamn, how did you just get even tighter?â he groans, his voice strained with pleasure, his primal urges driving him to the brink of ecstasy. You feel his urgency, knowing heâs teetering on the edge of release.
âFuckââ he pants, his breath ragged and erratic. Then, he stutters, his movements turning feral for a moment as you feel his cock twitch inside your pussy, and he releases into the condom, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.
He stills inside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he puts all of his weight into his arms. You gaze at him with a smile, your hand finding his cheek, gently pulling him closer to you, a silent reassurance in your touch.
You kiss him tenderly, the intimacy lingering in the air as your lips meet in a long and deep embrace. When you finally part, your breath mingling, you whisper softly, âI loved every moment of it.â
âMe too,â his voice carries a gentle exhaustion, mirroring the weariness you also feel settling in. You share a quiet moment, the weight of your shared passion and pleasure evident in the silence that follows.
As he gradually softens inside you, he withdraws gently. You swiftly retrieve the condom, deftly disposing of it with a practiced flick, tossing it into the depths of the cave, a silent testament to the intimacy shared in this hidden sanctuary.
âCan we do it again?â he pleads, his eyes ablaze with desire, each word heavy with anticipation, begging for another swim into ecstasy.
âYeah, Iâd love that,â you murmur, pressing your lips to his once more, the promise of another intimate time igniting a fire within you both.
âBut maybe we can go for a swim first?â you suggest with a playful glint in your eyes as you feel your breathing gradually returning to normal.
His expression shifts to one of surprise. âYou want to swim? Iâll revert to my merman form thenâŠâ
You gently grasp his cheek, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze echoing your sincerity. âI love you, whether youâre in your merman or human form. I love all of you. And yes, I want to swim with you. You know how much I love being in the water.â
As he eases into your proximity, he nods, inching towards the water within the cave. With a mesmerizing display, a cascade of sparkle and glitter dances in the air as his legs seamlessly meld into a majestic purple tail. Your jaw drops, captivated once again by the breathtaking sight of his merman form, each time feeling like the first time you saw him like this.
He gracefully glides into the water with a splash, and you eagerly trail behind, tentative at first, dipping your toes into the cool embrace, then succumbing to the gentle caress that envelops your entire naked form.
You swim alongside him, venturing beyond the confines of the cave, out into the vast expanse of the open sea. The ocean stretches endlessly, meeting the horizon in a seamless blend of moonlit waves. Above, the sky is a tapestry of stars, each one twinkling like a promise of infinite possibilities. Though your house is a distant silhouette against the shore, it fades from your thoughts in the enchantment of this moment.
As you glide through the water beside him, the gentle rhythm of his tail occasionally breaking the surface with playful splashes, you find yourself drawn to the mystery of his world. âIâd love to see your home someday,â you say, the words carried away by the ocean breeze, mingling with the soft lullaby of the waves.
âYeah. I know a witch that can turn you into a mermaid, if you really want to,â he says with a big smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they meet your surprised gaze, mirroring your astonishment with his own excitement.
Your eyes widen with wonderâ the thought of becoming a mermaid, a cherished childhood dream, suddenly within reach. âIâd love that,â you breathe, your voice filled with an intoxicating mix of excitement and disbelief, as if daring the universe to make this fantasy a reality.
â Disclaimer: the banner is obviously partly made with AIâ I just want to point that out, to clear the air. Iâd normally never use AI in my work, but for this specific fantasy series, I just came up really sort with making them myself with pre existing images of bangtan đ Because I want a certain aesthetic (no, a moodboard is not what I was looking for), I decided to use AI to crunch out the mermanâ I did not, and I repeat this, I did not write any of their names for the prompts, which is also why I do not want to show any faces in these banners, because I know how the guys feel about making AI with them, and I agree. Which is why, this is in short just generically made images that are prompted by a scene in the story. In the end, I still made the bannerâ did retouching, color grading, added and/or removed stuff, added background etc. Just to let you know. Normally, all my banners and graphics are 100% made by me, unless otherwise stated! (lol, what I mean here is that Iâm making them myself, I still use stock photos and vectors made by others in my work sometimes (the banners)).
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