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istg iâve been yapping sm about this from last year (i have written two little drabbles about it too) but i wonât stop until heâs HERE đŻïžđŻïžđŻïž
âȘ iâm seeing you everywhere i go⊠i donât dream of anyone else
đ€ ex-bf!o.de x noona!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 1.2k words » request
đ ۶ৠsecond chance romance, older!reader, soft!dom!reader, praise kink, oral sex (f!rec), exhibitionism, against the wall, pet names, hair pulling, light alcohol consumption, reader is called noona twice
Every year, when Gunil flies back home for his birthday, the old squad gathers together. And every year, you have to brace yourself - mentally, physically, emotionally - for the inevitable.
The voice in your head tries to comfort you: youâre three years into a solid career that pays the bills. You have a five year plan for the future. You have your life together. Youâre fine.
But then, the gate to the backyard creaks, and you donât even have to look up to know itâs him. You can just feel it. And youâre not fine, because your new self, so carefully crafted, starts to crumble.
Heâs exactly like the version of him that still lives in your memories, just sharpened by time. Heâs broader in the shoulders. Looking more comfortable in his own skin. With an easier smile and brighter eyes - you canât help but notice their light dimming, though, once they eventually land on you.
You had three hundred and sixty four days to get over Oh Seungmin, but seeing him across the lawn makes you realise your progress was⊠very, very thin.
When he passes the bonfire, stopping at a polite distance, the small talk youâd rehearsed for days dies in your throat.
Hi, how have you been? turns into careful updates about work and mutual friends, each sentence slightly stiff due to your shared history that makes the summer air feel extra heavy.
Around midnight, the party has grown louder, empty bottles everywhere. The two of you are just buzzed enough for the old gravity to take hold, pulling you together in the empty dark hallway of the house, until the tension snaps.
The kiss is bittersweet, but desperate, tasting of alcohol and longing. It lasts until your knees weaken, and your mind starts spinning; until your lips get puffy, earning a tint of red. Until your tongues start fighting for dominance, your hands roaming underneath his plain white t-shirt.
âThis hasnât happened before,â he breathes against your mouth, heart thudding a frantic rhythm.
He spins you with a single motion, one arm inviting your back against his frame, making you gasp quietly. The sudden switch in positioning helps you feel exactly what you do to him; how easily you still get under his skin.
âWeâll both regret this tomorrow,â you murmur, though the affection in your voice betrays you.
âI wouldnât,â he says, voice steady, firmer, yet still soft as his lips graze your ear, letting out a tender moan. âI donât dream of anyone else, but you.â
His mouth, passionate just the way you remember it, plants a kiss on your shoulder, then makes its way to your neck; the strap of your fitted dress suddenly slipping.
A soft, needy sound crawls from your mouth as you do yet another erotic motion with your hips, ass rubbing against his obvious erection.
âNeed you to listen to me, baby,â he whispers; the thudding music almost swallowing his voice. âIâll do anything⊠Just, please come back.â
You turn around to meet his eyes - theyâre gleaming; not with hope, but with yearning and something close to⊠fear; fear of what your response might be.
Grabbing onto his shirt, you invite him back in, giving him a long, deep, dizzying kiss. After you detach, devastatingly slow, Seungmin is panting, unable to utter a word.
Until you tell him: âDrop to your knees, first.â
Yes, noona is all he says.
He pulls your underwear down your thighs until the panties are tucked into his back pocket. The second you press your heel against his shoulder, his tongue sticks out, finding your pussy lips, and licking a stripe that has you sighing with your head tilting against the wall.
âFuck,â Seungmin breathes in delight. Immediately, he leans back in to flatten his tongue and lick again, then again, parting your slick folds. The familiar taste has him humming into your heat; your natural scent, making his cock throb in desire. âI missed it so much⊠your sweet pussy.â
He tugs at your clit with his lips, sucking slow and tight. In response, you twitch against his mouth, your body welcoming the sweet rush as you thread fingers through the depths of his dark hair, refusing to let him drift out of reach.
âAnd I missed your eyes,â you confess, tugging at a few strands to tilt him back, just enough to see his gaze better; he looks dazed, like heâs getting wasted on your taste. âYou know how much I love your eyes⊠right?â
Seungminâs hands travel up your hips, steadying you both. A small hum slips from his mouth - less of a response and more of an indicator of pure relief.
He canât seem to break away from the magnetic pull of your stare. So, instead of looking away, he holds onto it, letting you roll your hips the way you like, using his tongue to strengthen your pleasure.
âAnd this mouth,â you add, breathless, dragging your slick pussy over his face erotically. The warmth pools inside you with every next grind of your body against him. âYou love it when itâs on me, donât you?â
âMmânoona⊠so much.â
Soon, you bite your lip, strong and harsh, trying to contain your sounds as they inevitably rise higher. But itâs impossible when his face feels this good. When his nose only adds to the sensation every time it brushes your clit ever so softly.
Your hips canât help but quicken their rhythm, humping him, like they have a mind of their own.
Once Seungmin finally shifts, itâs to bring you even closer. âAlmost forgot how wet you get for me,â he comments, voice muffled by your folds.
Wanting to continue where he left off, he presses himself into your cunt properly, flicking his tongue left to right. He moans blissfully, as if heâs the one receiving the pleasure.
The new angle, the nearness, the way his lips are glued to you, occasionally sucking softly, the heat. It all makes your moans multiply and shake.
âJust like that,â you somehow manage, your chest rapidly heaving. âSo good, baby!â
Seungminâs eyes briefly flick to you as he decides itâs a good time to push two fingers inside you. His name echoes beautifully in the dark hallway, a streak of gold illuminating his silhouette as he now moves his hand up and down, his excellently curved digits stroking your throbbing walls.
That⊠combined with the efficient way he focuses on your clit, magnifies the swirling heat in your stomach. Next thing you know - you lose control over your entire body, hand slamming over your mouth.
The orgasm is staggering; with Seungminâs gaze trying to get glimpses of you as he pumps in and out of your entrance, his heavy pants fanning your clit till you canât take any more of the stimulation.
Slowly, you bring your foot down, barely capable of holding yourself up. But after some seconds pass, all you can focus on is him - how much you missed him.
How he searches for your eyes, so lovingly, while still on his knees. How the shiny slickness around his mouth and the thin sheen of sweat on the side of his neck make him look even more attractive.
More yours.
âGood boy,â you smile, tracing the sharp jawline of his face with your finger.
Genre: private uni au, classmates to ???, implied rich kids
Notes: smut, reader likes to tease and show off, Jungsu's a little desperate, slight exhibitionism, masturbation (m), pantie fucking, unprotected sex; mentions of the pill and being tested, tiny little bit of breast play, creampie-ish, dedicated to @joocomics đ«¶đ»
He sits right behind you in Astronomy class, which he sucks at. And you sit beside him in Creative Writing, which you suck at.
It didn't take long before the two of you noticed the other's potential in the class you weren't good at; so the deal was done quickly.
Every Wednesday evening, you met up at the library. It was located in the center of the private university the two of you attended. It was the 'real deal'; uniforms, old buildings, useless classes about things that no one wants a degree in, frat parties, dormitories and all.
"Why did you take Creative Writing if you hate it so much?" Jungsu asks, handing your assignment, that he just finished for you, back to you.
You shrug as you take the papers from him. "It sounded easy enough for the extra credit. Why did you take Astronomy?"
Jungsu loosens his uniform tie and smirks at you. "Because you're in it."
You scoff but flash him a smile. It's not the first time he's said something like this. You don't mind it though, you just wonder if he really means it.
The two of you are barely friends, you know nothing of each other apart from what's being shared during these tutoring hours.
As you take a good look at him, you can't help but think that he looks really handsome. His honey blonde hair compliments his tan skin. He's got the sleeves of his blouse rolled up and you recognize the silver bracelet he often wears. It has a charm of your favorite planet on it, but you doubt he even knows which one it is.
It's getting late, but the weather is crazy hot. You unbutton the first two buttons of your white blouse and fan your face, as you reach your other hand for your iced coffee.
Jungsu takes in everything; his eyes glance over your chest, he sees your bra peeking through the small opening of your blouse. He looks at your lips wrapped around the paper straw as you drink your beverage.
He gulps when you cross your legs and your uniform skirt hikes up your thighs.
"Eyes up here, Jungsu." You say as you see him fixated on your lower regions. You can't help but unbuttoning another button when he slowly looks up. The uniform top barely covering your bra anymore.
"You did that on purpose." He says, shamelessly looking at your hands smoothening the fabric of the blouse by your breast.
"What if I did?" You reply, slowly bending towards the table to grab your drink again. Your half open blouse now gives him a full view.
Jungsu scans his surroundings. The library is pretty much empty, the two of you sit in the far back and he weighs his options. He's one of the richest students of this school, and your family has a lot of connections here too. No one will care.
"I think we should take a break from studying and blow off some steam." He then says, patting his lap as an invitation for you to sit there.
You finish your coffee and get up to throw the cup in the bin. When you walk back, you notice the painfully obvious boner he has and you don't hesitate to take place on Jungsu's lap.
He looks down at your cleavage, seeing more of it than he's ever seen. His hands are under your plaid skirt and on your ass, softly gripping onto your panties.
You look at his lips, how he's biting the lower one. His gaze is focused on your body, but you desperately need to kiss him.
Placing your hand under his chin, you lift it and press a firm kiss on his lips.
He moans into your mouth and slightly bucks his hips against your core.
You break the kiss with a smirk, then slowly reach for your blouse to button it up again. You press ano kiss on Jungsu's lips, whoâs now looking at you in confusion.
âIâve got an important exam tomorrow morning.â You say with your sweetest voice, getting off his lap. You're slightly bummed at the absence of his hard dick against you. âI need my sleep.â
âAnd what am I supposed to do?â Jungsu says, a scoff leaving his mouth as he points to his dick, strained in his uniform pants.
You let out a soft chuckle and reach one hand under your skirt, taking off your black lacy underwear. You throw it on his lap.
He tangles his fingers with the thin and delicate fabric, looking up at you with his doe eyes. He pushes the panties in his pocket, not taking out his hand.
âSee you next time, Jungsu.â You sing-song at him, grabbing your books and turning around.
He watches you leave, his fist squeezing the underwear you gave him. âFuck.â He mumbles under his breath.
He thinks for a second then takes his fist out of his pocket, your underwear still warm from being on your body just a few moments ago.
His dicks gets even harder by the feeling of the fabric around his fingers and the fact that there's a decently sized wet patch, he knows he can't go anywhere without taking care of this first. So he does.
Unzipping his pants, he pushes down his boxers and takes out his cock; throbbing and already leaking with precum.
Not wasting any time, he wraps your panties around himself and slowly fucks into his own hand.
Soft panting can be heard throughout the library as he mutters your name and pumps himself quicker. He knows no one's around, but he still wants to keep your name for himself.
Thinking back to the way your perfect tits sat in your bra, the same lacy fabric as the flimsy thing heâs fucking himself with, he parts his lips and throws back his head as he cums. Into his hand and covering your panties.
He doesn't even feel bad about it, but he cleans himself off with your underwear and stuffs it back into his pocket.
~
It's a week later when you see him again. Wednesday evening, you walk into the dimly lit library to your usual study spot.
Heâs sitting behind the desk, books open and an iced coffee next to them. As you walk closer you see that it's two iced coffees, one looking suspiciously similar to the order you always have.
The warm early Summer air signals the almost-ending of the semester and you catch yourself wondering if youâll see him again after you've both done your exams.
Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you pull out the chair next to him. You point at the iced coffee, the condensation dripping on Jungsuâs notebook. âThat for me?â
He nods, then takes something out of his pocket and throws it in front of you on the table. Your underwear. Clean.
You hum in amusement and take the thing in your hands, you faintly smell his laundry detergent on it. âYou washed it?â
âI can be nice.â Jungsu says, grabbing his own coffee and taking a sip. âI wouldn't give it back to you all dirty.â
âWas it a good jerk?â You ask, eyeing him. The slight shift of Jungsuâs hip on the chair doesn't go unnoticed by you.
âOne of the best.â He replies, running a hand through his hair and slightly loosening his tie with the other.
You smile, giving him a quick nod as you reach for your coffee. Jungsu can't keep his eyes off of your blouse; it's tight and youâve barely tried to cover your chest with it. The hot pink color of your bra is most definitely showing through the uniform fabric and heâs mesmerized.
You look at him as you take a sip from your coffee, slowly and steadily. Droplets of water plop down your chest and over the curves of your breasts.
âYou don't even try to hide it anymore.â He says calmly, making you raise an eyebrow.
âWhat do you mean?â You say innocently, holding the condensed cup against your blouse.
Jungsu swallows hard when you lean forward to put the cup away again. More hot pink became visible for him to see.
âThat we should fuck.â He states, reaching out his hand to undo the top button of your blouse. Which is technically somewhat in the middle of your chest.
You grab hold of his tie and pull him closer to you to press a kiss on his lips. Immediately his hands go to your waist, pulling you on top of his lap yet again.
âI passed my exam, by the way.â You pant, unbuttoning the rest of your blouse.
âGood.â Jungsu's hands are quick to reach for your breasts, squeezing them firmly. He moans at the touch and mumbles, âguess you won't need me to tutor you anymore.â
You sneak your hand down your bodies, unzipping Jungsu's pants. Then lifting your hips to take his cock in your hand, slowly pumping it. âI didn't say that.â
Jungsu looks up, then carefully grabs the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. He whines softly as you slide your thumb over his leaking tip.
âDo you have anything with you?â He asks, messily taking off your blouse and trying to undo your bra with one hand.
You shake your head, then reach for the clasps on your bra, undoing it yourself. ââPill and Iâm clean. I assume you are too if we're already this far?â
âOh fuck.â Jungsu sighs, his dick twitching against your hand as he hears that. âOkay good, yeah I am too.â
He buries his face against your tits the moment you throw your bra on the table. Heâs nipping, liking and sucking on your skin like he's got nothing to lose.
You push aside your panties, hot pink and soaked, and slide him into you. The stretch is big but wonderful, and you take a second to get yourself adjusted to his size.
Jungsuâs moan as you sink down on him is definitely too loud for library standards, but the both of you don't care. If anyone were to catch you, the both of you are able to talk yourself out of it anyway.
The library chair is small, but not too uncomfortable for this. And honestly youâd been wanting this for so long, any circumstance would have been fine for you.
Jungsu's hands travel to your ass, slowly helping you bounce up and down on his dick. He looks at you, at your pretty lips parted with pleasure, at the way your hair sticks to your skin from the sweaty Summer heat, and the slightly messy lipstick that you swore to him was smudge-proof.
He thrusts into you a little rougher, knocking over his almost finished iced coffee. It spills over his notes and he hisses.
You drape your arms around his shoulders, letting out the softest moans and pants you have in you as you're well aware where you are.
You look at Jungsu; his brows knitted together, nose scrunched and plump lips leaving a small space for his sounds to escape his mouth. His fringe sticks to his forehead, and the vein in his neck is prominent.
Slightly dipping your head, you grab his chin and move it upwards so you can kiss him. He thrusts into harder, sending you over the edge and you come hard; moaning his name into his mouth and covering his lap and the chair with your juices.
He gently nips your lower lip, then throws his head back as he spills himself into you. Cock pulsating in your wet hole, bare and for you to feel everything.
You rest your forehead against Jungsu's. He presses another kiss on your lips.
You get off of his lap, the mixture of his cum and yours pooling in your underwear. Jungsu tries to get himself cleaned up with some of the napkins he got with the iced coffees, but it's not doing much.
As you grab your blouse from the table, you notice the spilled coffee on Jungsu's notes. You button up your uniform, not bothering to put your bra back on, and pat dry the notebook.
âIâll give you my notes, if you like.â You say with a small chuckle. You then take a sip of your own coffee, now slightly lukewarm, and offer some to Jungsu.
He takes it and lets out a soft laugh. âI don't need them, I passed my exam too.â
He hands the cup back to you, your fingers brushing against each other. Your eye falls on the silver bracelet with the planet charm on it.
âDo you even know what planet that is?â You tease him.
âNeptune.â he nods, a grin on his face. âYour favorite.
Your whole body gets warm, you didn't expect him to know that.
As the clock strikes 1 am, you let out a soft yelp. Curfew has just started. You quickly get up and gather your things, sheepishly standing in front of Jungsu as you don't know how to say goodbye to him.
His gaze falls on the table or rather what's still on it, hot pink and lacy. He grabs your bra and hands it to you.
âKeep it.â You hear yourself say. âYou can give it back next time.â
Jungsuâs eyes widen, then a sparkle is to been seen in them and a smile curls up his lips.
@joocomics inspires me because of the way she writes atmospheres and feelings; I always am IN the story and not 'just' reading it đââïžShe's amazing at descriptions imo
âȘ letâs just be glad for the time together⊠lifeâs such a treat and itâs time you taste it
đ€ bsf!o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 1.0k words » request
đ ۶ৠfriends to lovers trope, exhibitionism kink, size kink, oral sex (f!rec), balcony sex, headlock, light sub/dom dynamic
Your floral sundress catches a soft breeze as you lean against the cool marble, enjoying the low hum of the city. Youâre twenty stories up, perched on a wrap around balcony that feels like itâs floating.
The night air is humid, and the distance between you and Seungmin, whoâs leaning back on his elbows - minimal.
He chuckles lowly when you sigh at the possibility of your parents dragging you to the same place for dinner tomorrow, again. âIâll tell you what,â he says, his voice dipping slightly. âIf they do that⊠Iâll just tell them Iâm taking you somewhere else.â
You tilt your head to look at him, your heart doing a little flutter; not only as a reaction to his words but also to the way he looks tonight. He fits perfectly into the luxury of the suite - elegant and charming; the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to reveal skin kissed by the sun.
Who are you kidding⊠Your friend Oh Seungmin has always been attractive.
âAnd where would that be?â You raise an eyebrow, matching his flirtatious tone.
He shifts, reaching out to feel the fabric of your dress. âSomewhere that actually deserves this view.â
Heat rises to your cheeks, but you keep your smirk steady. âItâs just a summer dress.â
âItâs not just a dress.â Seungmin murmurs, stepping in front of you until your waist is pressed against the railing. His hand travels up your chest, maddeningly gentle. âAnd these buttons right here⊠theyâre pretty.â He adds, making his way to the thin strap on your shoulder.
He moves his other hand too, fingertips brushing against your thigh, lifting the dress with the help of the warm breeze.
âYouâve been noticing a lot of things lately,â you whisper, breath hitching from how boldly he squeezes your butt.
âHard not to.â He answers with a deeper voice.
But what surprises you most is that in the next few seconds, he drops to his knees, making your mouth go dry with the sight. The heat in your belly is already coiling as he drags your panties down, fingers hooked beneath the lace as his teeth catch the elastic.
After he tucks them into his pocket, one of your legs gets draped over his broad frame, heel resting on his shoulder while his mouth meets your pussy. At first, his tongue slides slow and steady, like he wants to take his time to explore you. But then, his grip on your ass strengthens, eager to push you onto his face like he wants to devour you.
âFuck, right thereââ your moans mingle with the wind, sweet and ecstatic. The sensation is strong, rushing through your body each time he moves to swirl around your clit, passionately nibbling on it; itâs so strong that soon you canât stop yourself from chasing it - rolling your hips in your own rhythm as his fingers dig into your cheeks to keep you glued to his lips. âPlease⊠Almostââ
Seungminâs hands drop.
His lips, soft and slick, give your puffy clit one last tug before he raises on his feet. âNot yet, baby.â
For a split second, you have trouble remembering where you are. The pleasure faltering so suddenly has you stand against the railing unstable and twitchy.
âTsk,â Seungmin grins softly at the way you clench your thighs; a vast contrast to the way your gaze, glinting with want, inspects his chest as heâs unbuttoning his shirt. âThought you were close.â
His elegant shirt falls to the ground; the view of his toned abs, his broad chest and the captivating way it moves with every breath⊠it makes your pussy throb harder. He pushes his dark dress pants around his thighs, his boxers next.
You donât leave him time for anything else: âPlease, fuck me.â
And he doesnât leave you waiting.
Before you can say anything else, he turns you around and bends you over slightly. You were so hypnotised by his powerful, well defined muscles that you forgot to pay proper attention to what his cock looks like.
But a second later - you feel it.
Suddenly the cityâs glowing skyline dissolves into a hazy smear of neon, your focus snaps entirely to the way an inch of his hard length pushes through your walls.
âFuckââ Your hand flies over to his wrist. âSlowly,â you plead, then whimper softly as the warm stretch begins to sting. âSo bigâŠâ
Seungmin bites down a moan at the exciting thrill of your tightness; he can only imagine the immense pleasure that will come when your cunt finally adjusts and he can move through it freely.
It will fit perfectly.
âDonât tell me you canât take it,â he teases.
The last thing he wants is to bring you pain, so he pushes as slow as he can, then retrieves just as slowly and repeats the process, savouring the sounds dripping from your mouth.
With a delay, you shake your head, then glance over your shoulder. âI can take it,â you murmur quietly.
But to Seungmin your voice has never been softer, so seductive. Especially when you add:
âJust stretch me a little bit more⊠please.â
His entire body lights up on fire at your words. In order to keep his composure, he fists on your skirt when his hips move back, all his muscles tensing. The moment you welcome him to the base, he presses himself against you, letting you feel every inch of his size throbbing inside you.
When he places an arm around your shoulders to invite you closer, his voice slips lower and slightly thicker.
âI think youâre ready for me, sweetheart.â
Everything in front of you becomes an unrecognisable blur - the only thing real and sharp is the heat that magnifies as he begins to thrust himself into you; firm, warm bicep settled right below your chin.
A strained moan crawls its way out of your throat once he properly speeds up the pace, making you grasp on his unmovable arm, like itâs the only thing that can keep you on your feet.
âȘ iâm sorry if i get protective⊠need these boys to get the message
đ€ o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 1.1k words » request
đ ۶ৠfriends to lovers trope, marking kink, dirty talk, slight spit kink, hand kink, heated makeout session, praise, jealous!seungmin
Youâre sat on the floor between Hyeongjun and Jiseok, clutching a hand of uno cards which sadly are mostly yellow.
Gunil and Jungsu are perched on the edge of the sofa - intensely trying to predict if a draw four card is somewhere in the stack.
Seungmin is sat on the armchair, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharper than usual. It seems like youâre the only one who notices that heâs been unusually quiet all evening.
Jiseok tosses his card down, then nudges your shoulder with his, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. âYour turn.â When you remain quiet, taking several seconds longer to pick a card, he nudges you again. âStuck already?â
âIâm thinking, Jiseok.â You mutter, scanning your cards. âRelax.â
Jiseok laughs before lifting his drink to his mouth. âIf you play that Skip card on Jungsu, Iâll buy you that citrusy green scented perfume youâve been eyeing for a while now⊠Promise.â He winks at you and takes a long sip.
You roll your eyes - Jiseok being Jiseok, he says things like that to everyone.
Across the circle Seungminâs eyes are fixed on Jiseokâs shoulders as they keep leaning into your space. Until he walks over, stepping into the small gap between you. He sits down right behind you, his chest presing behind your back gently until there wasnât any space left between the two of you.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck. âBlue four,â he whispers daringly. He reaches around you, pointing to the card in your hand.
A smile tugs at your lips, but the air in the room feels twice as thick, electrified by the scent of his familiar cologne.
When the round is finished, Gunil suggests that itâs time to order the pizza. As the guys start debating what kind of pizza exactly theyâre going to order, Seungmin puts his hand around your waist and guides you to the bedroom without a word.
The door clicks shut. He just stands there for a moment, his silhouette framed by the streetlights filtering through the blinds.
âAre you okay?â You ask, stepping closer with your hand reaching out to his arm. âYouâve been really quiet.â
Before he says anything, Seungmin closes the small distance between you, hands moving to cup your face.
âIâm sorry,â he starts, voice low and slightly heavy. âI know I can get protective sometimes, but...â His sentence falters as his gaze lands on your parted lips; warm, with undisguised desire.
âItâs okay,â you say, slightly breathless, just enough to give you away. âIt feels nice, actually.â
Your hands slide up his chest, catching the frantic thud of his heart against your palms. A small smile blooms on your mouth, but then, one of his hands falls to your waist and he swiftly switches places. Now, youâre pressed into the wall as he leans in, his soft lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a touch that makes your toes curl against the carpet.
âCan you stay here with me for a bit?â He asks, nose brushing against yours.
âSure,â you whisper, getting lightheaded by his warm consuming presence.
The kiss that follows is soft but deep, holding a taste of months of repressed tension. When his fingers tangle in your hair, angling you slightly to the side, his mouth travels down your neck; the exploration of his sensual tongue leaves no room for doubt - the best friends barrier has melted, turning into a liquid heat that now pools in your stomach instead.
Your knees feel like theyâre about to melt too, as he nibbles on the skin below your ear, one hand keeping your head steady. The only thing keeping you upright is the secure grip of his fingers against your hips as the chatter on the other side of the wall turns into a distant, unimportant hum.
Until you take his wrists and guide them up your body.
âIâve been wanting to do this for so long,â he confesses after dragging his puffy lips to the shell of your ear, pressing a lingering heated kiss. His palms find your breasts, automatically gripping on them through the clothing.
âMe too,â you breathe, keeping his touch on you; the cold metal of his accessories a vast contrast with your heightened body temperature.
Your voice, needy and alluring, makes something in him shift; a small airy sound escapes him, then his mouth presses against the curve of your neck with what feels like an insatiable hunger that has him sucking harder.
Your breath hitches, your tummy flipping while your quiet moans multiply at the possessiveness of his lips. When he finally pulls back to look at you, he lifts one hand to your face, middle and index fingers finding their way inside your mouth.
The masculine taste on your tongue brings you a sense of peace as well as lust; itâs a strange but pleasant combination you have never felt before.
Seungmin notices the bliss spreading across your face and he starts sliding his digits back and forth so you can suck harder. âYou look so pretty like this,â he murmurs, captivated by the way you lose yourself completely in the moment. âSucking on my fingers like the good girl you are.â
Your lips part a little bit, his words bringing back some of your focus. This small movement makes Seungminâs fingers shift back, and a string of your spit stretches across your mouth; he smears it left and right slowly, hooded gaze fixed on you.
âYou can put them anywhere you want to,â you hear yourself say just as he swipes your bottom lip; it almost sounds like a plea.
He knows what you mean, what you want - yet, he decides to push for more details by teasing. âAnywhere?â He smirks. âIâm gonna need you to be more specific, baby.â
âA little lower,â you whisper, tone dipping into a seductive note.
Seungmin guides his two fingers slowly down the side of your neck, tracing your excited pulse that beats against your warm skin. But he doesnât stop - his touch trails downward before resting over your chest where he can feel the speedy rhythm of your heart.
âLower,â you encourage him.
His hand continues, still deliberately slow, as if he wants to memorise every inch of a territory he finally has the chance to claim.
âYouâre shaking.â He says lowly as the air in the room thickens with tension; thereâs satisfaction creeping in his voice.
Leaning in to ghost his lips over yours, he slips his hand inside your pants, sighing at the exciting feeling of your underwear that he pulls to the side.
âOf course I am,â you finally manage to tease back, though you lack your usual steady edge.
Your playful resort dies in your throat as his other arm swiftly snakes around your waist. With a sudden, possessive tug, he pulls you flush against him, closing every inch of space - until you can feel his heartbeat against your own, and his careful, warm fingers enter you smoothly.
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Tysm for this, I really loved it a lot!! I already dmed you with my thoughts but I literally just love how you write your fics and drabbles; you manage to sneak in small details that just get me in my feels (him sitting behind me to help but also to show jiseok to back off?!?! The noses touching?!?!?! Feeling his rings through me clothes as he touches me?!?! Girl.) The tension was so good, the little looks and noticing he acts slightly different today!!! (Jiseok's the perfect playful tease for this as well especially for međ€). I know we're besties so I'm biased as fuck, but I really do think you're an amazing writer! You have a great talent of making me feel what you write, what you mean with your writing đ
âȘ sorry i did not see the vision⊠thank the lord the fine you has risen
đ€ non-idol!jiseok x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 1.0k words » request
đ ۶ৠcollege classmates au, soft!dom!jiseok, praise, fingering (in a public library), pet names, exhibitionism kink, voice kink
âI have to tell you something,â Jiseok says, breaking ten minutes of heavy silence. âI recognised you the first day I saw you in class. But⊠I figured Iâd wait until you were truly cooked before offering my help.â
He says it casually, his voice even drops into a playful register as he pulls his knit sweater over his head. Now, he remains in a plain black t-shirt.
Your brain momentarily short-circuits. Since when a basic cotton tee looks this attractive? The fabric hugs his shoulders - which are much broader than you remembered them - the dark color, making them look appetising.
âYou know,â he elaborates simply, âpayback for the comments on my bowl cut in seventh grade.â
âYou donât get it, Jiseok.â You groan, forcing yourself into ignoring the flutter in your chest, and focusing on your impending academic doom instead. âI am beyond cooked. This is too hard. Iâm never passing this class!â
âYou are.â
His voice is steady in its earnestness. He reaches out and gently pulls your hands away from your face. But instead of letting go, he keeps your fingers curled around yours.
Your breath hitches; the heat of his palm is a sudden but intoxicating sensation.
âCome on, read it again.â His deep voice prompts, quieter. He nods down - toward the dense paragraph on Nucleophilic Substitution that youâve been staring at for thirty minutes. âSlowly,â he adds, voice dipping even lower.
You swallow hard, your throat suddenly feeling tight, your mouth - dry. You try to find your place on the page but itâs a challenge under the weight of his stare.
You begin with the first sentence while Jiseokâs thumb traces a maddeningly soft circle against your palm. Itâs impossible⊠The only thing your mind holds onto is the smooth, melodic rhythm of his voice; the gentle commands âagain,â âslowlyâ repeat themselves like a magic loop.
You look up, defeated, catching him staring at you; gaze glinting with something intense and masculine. Even the glasses only add to his handsomeness.
âKeep going,â he encourages you, but then his grip loosens.
â⊠the nucleophile approaches the carbon atom fromâŠâ
The same hand, warm and steady, moves to caress your thigh. Your pulse begins to hammer. The tips of his fingertips dip between your bare legs - which subtly separate to welcome them.
â⊠oppositeâŠâ you trail off as his touch shifts again, travelling further beneath your skirt. The soft patterns are focused on your panties now; right around your hidden clit. â⊠the leaving g-groupââ
You adjust slightly, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. The complex chemistry in front of you feels like a distant problem now⊠in comparison to the reactions happening in your body. But you donât say anything nor do you want to stop it.
âYouâre not even looking at the page,â Jiseok speaks up, tilting his head, intrigued. âYou started off so well.â
Seriously, though. What happened to the old Kwak Jiseok you once knew? The one you and the rest of the class used to called science gremlin?
And how does he do it so casually? Rubbing so smoothly and deliberately, yet⊠lightly and efficiently, like he knows exactly what he needs to do.
Here⊠in this shadowy corner of the library.
âThe nucleophile approachesââ
âYou already read that, baby.â
He leans in closer, letting out a small chuckle. But itâs the way he doubles the pressure on your clit, aiming for a stronger thrill, that has you flinching.
A damp spot emerges underneath his two fingers.
âThatâs why you canât focus,â he comments, lips curving slightly as he decides to slip into your underwear. He finds you soaked. âSomething really frustrates you.â
You try to glare at him: âIâm focused.â But your determination only falters when you meet his alluring eyes.
âSmart girl,â a smile blooms across his face. His middle finger drags through your slick folds; one teasing stripe that forces a whine from you. His gaze flickers to your mouth. âYou can do it if you just pay attention, baby.â
You wet your lips as his fingers stay right where they are, then, hesitant, you slowly start the next paragraph: âThe transition state,â your voice slips breathless. You pause to grab your yellow highlighter. Perhaps gripping onto something solid is going to help you keep your composure. âIt involves a pentacoordinate carbonâŠâ
âThatâs right,â Jiseok murmurs hushed, spreading you open before leisurely dragging up to your aroused clit and circling around. âGood girl.â
A wave of pleasure courses through you, so strong, you stutter through the final sentence, squirming in your seat. Every time he speaks in that low velvety hum, it feels like something physical is trying to pull you toward him.
âThat was so perfect,â he murmurs, his tone sounding heavier than usual. âNow read it one more time from the beginning⊠then youâll tell me what you understood.â
You clear your throat, trying to ignore how the air feels too thin to breathe; while he angles his wrist, slipping lower to rub lightly on the dripping area.
The enforced quiet of the room only makes you more hyper aware of everything he does to you.
âThe SN2 mechanism i-is a single step p-processâŠâ You stop. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. His fingers, perfect length and thickness, enter your pulsing entrance. âShitââ
âAnd?â He questions, gaze heavy upon your blissful face. âYou can do this, baby⊠Focus.â
He doesnât need to put too much force or pressure; it seems like the slow pace of his gliding motions is going to do the trick just fine.
âThe nucleophileâs electrons create a new bond⊠while the leaving group⊠departsâŠâ your breath shakes as your fingers tighten painfully around the highlighter.
A proud smirk spreads across Jiseokâs face. His wet digits massage your squelching pussy walls, sliding back and forth in their warmth as his thumb brushes against your clit ever so slightly.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispers before swallowing thickly. âWhat happens to the configuration of the molecule, hm?â
âIt flips,â you pant.
âExactly,â he smirks.
Thatâs when your highlighter drops to the ground.
You almost choke - your jaw snaps shut hard as you force back the overwhelming sound. A staggering orgasm washes over you, making your thighs shake around Jiseokâs hand. Your pussy clenches obsessively around his slick fingers.
Your heart picks up a frantic rhythm as electric heat radiates from both of your bodies, making it feel like the quiet library is closing in around you.
âȘ i never wanted you more⊠you know we have to do it⊠you know my needs so use it
đ€ brotherâs best friend ! o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 0.9 words » request
đ ۶ৠsub!reader, perv!ex-bf!o.de, somnophilia kink, hand kink, orgasm denial (f!rec), unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, dub-con (due to somno)
You wake up to a solid presence against you⊠a warm weight that comes with heat sinking through your skin. And then⊠touch.
Your eyelids slowly open, heavy with sleep. The only thing keeping the living room lit are the movie credits going up on the tv screen. Itâs late. Are you still dreaming? You must be⊠However, it doesnât feel like a dream.
It feels like thereâs a warm hand parting your legs, your thighs more specifically; as if itâs moving in motions that bring an arousing rush to your tummy.
Your heartbeat quickens as you struggle to make sense of the feeling; your breathing shifts. And then - a familiar whisper comes from behind.
âYouâre awake, baby?â
Something tightens inside you that you didnât even know was there. Your lips open slightly, but you stay quiet as you acknowledge the sounds of your body filling the room - wet, squelching.
Remaining in your position, one knee bent over the couch that smells faintly like his cologne, you shift your head slightly against the cushion. The fingers inside you curl deliberately, causing your breath to stutter.
âYou were dreaming of something interesting, hm?â
Seungmin. He came over for games and movies. At some point when the clock striked midnight, your brother announced he has an early morning the next day and disappeared into his room. The two of you stayed to see the end of the film, sharing the couch like you havenât done it before in very different circumstances. You took one end of the couch, and he the other, but eventually you started drifting closer, and then⊠all you can remember is sleep sneaking up on you.
A second question follows: âWhat got you so wet?â His voice sounds deeper than usual, bringing a wave of heat to your face.
His chest is warm against your spine, his breaths tease your ear. But what tempts you to arch against his frame is the way he forces his fingers deeper into your pussy, simultaneously picking up the pace as his cock pierces your ass, hard and twitchy.
âSeungmin,â you breathe out, like youâre in a daze.
Immediately, you feel the shift in him. His hips press closer, his fingers slow - not hesitant but intentional, as if to prove you (or himself) that he still remembers all the tricks that make you lose composure.
An audible moan escapes you before you bite your lip forcefully.
âYeah, babyâŠâ he murmurs lowly, keeping his slick fingers sliding back and forth, âtalk to me.â Your hot walls start to clench so strongly, the pace of his hand turns sluggish. He uses the moment to press a warm kiss on your shoulder, then one a little higher.
âI donât,â you slurr slowly, butt grinding against his crotch in contrast to your statement, â⊠want to talkâŠâ
âAh, come onâŠâ his lips press to the back of your neck again. âDonât be like that⊠youâre hurting my feelings.â
Thatâs when his fingers speed up; they begin to pump, fast and persistent, carefully bumping into your g-spot.
âWeâre not together,â you say, trying to sound confident, but your voice betrays you; your body too, as you subconsciously spread your thighs a bit, just enough that his wrist can move freely and his fingers can reach deeper. â⊠a-anymoreâshit!â
Seungmin drags out his fingers, swiftly avoiding your high. He watches you squirm once, gripping onto the cushion for comfort as your rapid breaths fill the room.
âAnd yet,â he says, barely above a whisper, âyou still have wet dreams about me.â
His hand slips down your hip, tracing the curve before vanishing.
âItâs justââ you pause, unable to understand how you can feel further frustrated now that his touch is gone. âIâm ovulating, thatâs all.â
âI see,â he replies, amused almost, then proceeds adjusting his sweats around his thighs. âIs that why you were so restless and whiny while sleeping? I can make it better, baby.â
Next thing you know, the tip of his cock is rubbing your slick pussy folds, pushing at your entrance ever so slightly. He alternates between the two - brushing your clit, then slipping down, spreading more of your arousal each time he stretches you slightly more than the last.
A soft, broken sound slips from your mouth before any words can do so. Your body adjusts invitingly - your hand gently moves to your ass, gripping one cheek and spreading it for him.
Seungmin inserts himself fully, then pulls you even closer. âI know all your needs, baby.â He murmurs, low and warm, like heâs comforting you from a bad dream.
His hips move forward, once, twice. The rhythm, the fullness, has you pressing your face into the cushion; the pleasure far too good.
You canât let yourself get any louder than this, though⊠you canât let your brother hear. You canât get caught. He doesnât even know you and Seungmin were in a relationship that lasted three months.
Another mewl gets muffled by the pillow until your face is turned. You choke on air, then roughly sink teeth into your lip to prevent any more noise slipping. But itâs nearly impossible when youâre already clamping around him.
âPlease,â your voice escapes with a slight rasp, âlet me cumâŠâ
Your pleading ends here. Seungminâs hand, tacky from your essence, lifts to your face. The metal rings, so familiar, graze your heated skin.
âShh,â he silences you softly, thumb pushing into your mouth; the rest of his fingers press into your cheek as your lips close tightly. âThere⊠suck it and keep quiet.â
A bittersweet flavour invades your senses when you suck, small but long whines escaping your scrunched lips from how overwhelming the feeling of his cock is. Somehow, the firmness and masculine taste of his fingers on your tongue only forces your climax to arrive quicker, and soon, holding his wrist to keep it still - you melt in his embrace, your wetness dripping onto the couch as he keeps fucking you through it.
Genre: merfolk AU, slice of life, strangers to friends to crushes, tiny bit of angst at the end if you squint
Note: pic is his merman hair, I just had to use itđ slightly edited but not checked thoroughly so apologies for any weird inconsistencies or errors oops, small time jumps of a few weeks several times in the story to get to the ending lol
The merfolk. You had never encountered them, but the people in town had told you all about them. How they look mesmerizing, how they only go out after the sun goes down, how they are perfect in blending in with other people, how rare they are in this day and age. The tales of the merfolk had always intrigued you, and ever since you moved into this town you desperately wanted to meet them. Rumor had it that the townspeople and the merfolk had a truce that had been going on for 300 years now. But no one had told you what the truce was about. No living soul, no written book entries, no media at all was able to tell you the reason. You had asked around if they were dangerous, but no one gave you a concrete answer.
So you weren't even sure that they were real.
Itâs been a year since you got here, settled down and was accepted by the townspeople. It was a very small town, located by a huge lake.
Lake Pluto was the name, and the town was very proud of it. It had very warm waters, during every season of the year. Pleasant to swim in, but it was advised not to do that. It was a dark, almost black looking lake. And every night when the sun went down, there was a thick mist surrounding the lake. That was the time it was forbidden to go near it. Contrary to popular belief, merfolk can also inhabit lakes and not just oceans.
The annual music festival was happening in the town tonight, preparations had been going on for a month now and all kinds of people from near and far came to experience the festival.
For you it was the very first time youâd attend it, as you had arrived in town just after it had happened last year. You were absolutely excited for it and had volunteered to help out with decorating the main stage. It looked amazing and you were very proud of it and to be part of this town happening.
The open air venue was quickly filled with music lovers by the time it started to get dark. The volunteers made sure everyone felt safe and taken care of. The townâs mayor started his speech, welcoming everyone to the festival.
The list of groups and soloists that were going to be performing tonight wasnât that long, but they all got a good amount of performance time and you had heard that they were all meticulously picked out by the townspeople themselves, to ensure a good variety of genres.
Around 3 am it was finally the last gig of the night, and the stage was dimly lit and looked somewhat ominous with the lake mist close to it. When the band members walked on the stage, you furrowed your eyebrows and checked your artist list. This wasnât the group that was supposed to perform now.
One of the members, who had long hair and was carrying a bass, held up his hand and started talking. âWeâre filling in for the original group who got sick. Sorry about that.â
Feeling somewhat anxious, you pushed yourself to the front of the crowd to check in with one of the other volunteers.
âItâs all good.â she said to you with a smile, while looking into the eyes of one of the other band members. âThey can be here. Theyâre cute, right?â
You were about to head back to your previous spot at the back of the crowd, but the band started playing and their music practically froze you. So you turned to look at them and enjoy the music, as it was really good and you couldnât help but let loose.
To your surprise, you kept looking back at one of the members. He was one of the guitarists and rappers. You were probably just imagining it, but he seemed to look your way a lot of the time. The other members had no influence on you, but this guy? He got a hold of you. As if he had mesmerized you. With the music of the band in your ears and your eyes on the member with the dark brown hair, it felt like you were the only one in the crowd.
Their last song ended way too quickly and when you looked at him one last time, you saw a sliver of sadness and anxiousness in his eyes. He left the stage before you could say or do anything. And while the rest of the crowd seemed to act like their normal selves again, you couldnât shake the feeling that you had to see him. So you rushed to the artist tent, located at the back of the open air venue and closest to the lake.
When you opened the tent, it was almost completely empty. Except for the mystery band and one volunteer staff member of the town committee. It seemed like they had just had a serious conversation, as the staff member looked very distraught as well as a few of the band members.
âDo you know these guys?â you asked the staff member, as you walked up to her.
She nodded quickly, pushing up her glasses a bit. âYes. Heâs my boyfriend.â She motioned her head towards one of the other members with dark brown hair, and he held up his hand to you as he gave you a reassuring smile. âHe and his friends are from out of town. Theyâre leaving soon, donât worry.â
She exchanged some looks with her boyfriend and one of the members next to him and rushed out of the tent.
You turned to face the band. âWhy didnât anyone tell us about the other band being sick? And how did you guys know?â
One of them shifted his seat awkwardly and the rest all looked at one of the members. He sighed and gave you an awkward smile as he got up and put out his hand. âI think we started off on the wrong foot. Iâm Gunil and our band is called Xdinary Heroes. We heard from our friend about the closing band being sick. We just wanted to help out.â
You hesitated for a split second, but then shook his hand and introduced yourself to him. The other members got up as well and introduced themselves as well as apologized for the inconvenience.
The one who had taken your interest during their performance was Jiseok, the last one to introduce himself. He seemed as confident in person than he was on stage, but something about him seemed off. Not particularly in a bad way, but you couldnât put your finger on it.
âI hope we can see each other again some time.â Jiseok said to you, as the group got ready to leave in the middle of a pitch black night.
As they left the tent, you tried following their walk to the car. But it was too dark and they had already disappeared in the mist within seconds.
The days went by and you had tried to strike a conversation with the girl from the volunteering committee, but she was hard to find. And when you asked around in town, they told you that she usually worked early evening or early morning shifts and she was usually catching up with some sleep during the day.
When you had staked out in a cafe in the center of the town to find her, so you could ask her questions, it took you by surprise that you saw Jiseok at the cafe, along with a few of his friends. The girl was nowhere to be found though. There was a different girl with them though, she seemed to be the girlfriend of one of the other guys.
You walked up to them with the intention of asking them about the girl, but the moment you looked into Jiseokâs eyes, you had forgotten everything you wanted to ask them.
Gunilâs chuckle brought you back to reality, and he asked if you wanted to hang with them tonight. You looked at Jiseok and the other two guys, Jooyeon and Hyeongjun, and nodded. It seemed that the other two, Seungmin and Jungsu, werenât anywhere close.
âTheyâre in town, just not here.â Jooyeon said, noticing your slight confusion. He then gave the girl next to him a small smile and introduced her to you as his girlfriend. She seemed to be happy to meet you and you hoped you could become friends with her, with all of them.
You spend a good portion of the night with them all, getting to know them more and more. You kept feeling a special pull towards Jiseok, and were secretly hoping that it was mutual. It seemed like it and you wouldnât mind that at all.
It was well after midnight when you decided to head back home after the fun evening. Jiseok came walking next to you as you opened the cafe door. âIâll walk you home. "If that's okay?â
Nervous to look him in the eyes again, you gave him a smile and a nod. âThatâs more than okay.â
You heard him chuckle and felt his hand in yours, which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The two of you continued your conversations as you walked to your place, and you knew you really started to like him a lot.
âWould you like to meet up again?â Jiseok asked, as the two of you stood awkwardly in front of your door.
You smiled. âIâd love to. Do you want to exchange numbers or something?â
He scratched the back of his head and nodded happily, his wide smile showing his teeth. âOf course! Text me whenever!â
You blushed a little and smiled softly as you gave him your number and he entered his in your phone.
In the next few weeks, you had met up with Jiseok several times. You hadnât forgotten your search for the girl, but she wasnât a priority right now. Every time you met with Jiseok, the one member whose girlfriend you were searching for was absent. And you werenât sure if it was okay to ask about it.
The evenings you spend with Jiseok were always lovely. He played some music for you, sang songs, the two of you watched movies and talked about your interests. He didnât talk much about his own life, but it didnât bother you. You liked the Jiseok that was with you, and you would get to know the rest of his life eventually. Or at least you were hoping for it. You really grew fond of him, and it seemed that he was feeling the same.
The two of you had been talking about these feelings, very briefly. But Jiseok always changed the topic, and you didnât want to make him feel uncomfortable asking more about it. But the constant hand holding and brief touches of affection did make you wonder where you stood with him.
âCan I ask why Seungmin is never really with you guys?â you asked just before saying goodbye to Jiseok. âAnd when he is, he leaves pretty quickly.â
He furrowed his brows a little and hesitated for a second. âHe's with his loved one. He doesn't see her that often, itâs somewhat of a long distance thing. So whenever weâre here, they meet up with each other.â
You nodded, and wondered why it felt like there was more than just that. But you didnât want to pry any further.
âSame time tomorrow?â Jiseok asked you with a smile, pulling you into a hug.
You wrapped your arms around him and hummed. âIâm already looking forward to it.â
In the week that followed, you had been trying to do some more research on the merfolk that supposedly roamed around town. Youâd never encounter any that you knew of. And to be quite honest, you didn't even know if you really believed in it. You hadnât found anything new about them at all. Until one day.
You were at your new job, managing the front desk of the lake-side motel. The motel barely had any customers since the lake was off limits to the townsfolk, and the ones that did stop by were mostly regulars. People who were lake-researchers came here for work, and some even lowkey lived there as it was close to their work place by the lake. It all seemed very secretive, this whole town was.
On top of the desk was an envelope with your name on it. You looked around to see if you could see who had placed it there. It was already dusk and there was no one to be found. So you opened the envelope and took out a book page, along with a short note.
Youâll find answers soon was what the note said. You didnât recognize the handwriting, so you put it aside and looked at the book page.
It was about the merfolk, and it was new information. You read that merfolk had soulmates; and when they kissed their soulmate, their hair would briefly turn into the color that it is when theyâre in their natural habitat.
This was valuable information! This was a way to potentially discover any hidden merfolk that were in town. You flipped the page, but it was all blacked out. So far for more new information. Slightly annoyed, you put the note and book page back in the envelope and put it in a drawer in the desk. Maybe they were real after all?
âRoom 3 please.â you suddenly heard in front of you. Looking up, you saw the girl you were looking for. She had shorter hair than the last time you had seen her, and her glasses had slightly slid down her nose again. But the moment you looked at her, you knew it was her.
âUh, yes of course.â you said, not knowing if the note was from her or not. You couldnât just ask, could you?
You handed her the key and the sign-in note and before you could say or ask her anything, she quickly thanked you and signed in before heading off to the room. It couldnât be a coincidence that she was here the same time you received the note and bookpage, could it?
It wasnât an eventful evening at work at all, so you were able to casually keep an eye on her room every now and then. You had only seen someone go into the room just before the lights outside the rooms went on, so you didnât get a good look at them. But it seemed important that you knew.
Around 5am, when you had just had your nth cup of coffee to keep you awake, you heard some sounds and two people walked out of room 3. You decided to take your break right at that time and carefully placed the âback soonâ sign on the desk, before quietly locking the door behind you.
You saw the girl locking fingers with the other person, who you realized was Seungmin, one of Jiseokâs friends. You remembered the note and decided to follow the two of them. Which was harder than it sounded, as it was still somewhat dark and there were little to no lights on the small dirt roads by the lake.
Keeping a decent distance, you followed them down a path that led to the abandoned pier. Which only added to more suspicions you had about Jiseok and his friends. Fortunately for you, the surroundings werenât kept well so you could hide behind some trees or bushes every now and then. The mist that surrounded the lake had become thinner as the sky was slowly getting lighter again.
You were close enough that you could hear a bit of their conversation. And it made you curiouser and curiouser by the second.
âWe need to be quick, or else the sun comes up.â The girl said with a soft voice.
âI always hate this time of day. I already miss you.â Seungmin replied to her as he pulled her closer to him.
The two of them shared a kiss and you saw Seungminâs hair turn from dark brown to silver gray.
âI can't believe it.â you said to yourself. âThey're mermen. They're mer-fucking-men. They exist!â
It was beginning to get slightly brighter and you saw both their faces better, so you were now 100% sure it was Jiseokâs friend who was standing there. And you had to confront him now, or youâd lose your chance.
âAre you all merfolk?â you asked, clumsily getting from behind the bushes and walking up to them.
You saw a calm look on Seungminâs face and you turned to his girlfriend. âYou wrote the note, right? And you gave me the book page?â
âYes, I did.â she answered. She then nudged Seungmin and said: âActually, I wrote the note but he had the page. We planned this together. Iâm sorry I never talked to you, I couldn't.â
âYeah, we promised Jiseok we wouldnât tell you anything. So we had to try it this way.â he said with a chuckle. He then looked at you and explained everything.
How he and the rest of the guys noticed Jiseokâs liking for you, and how they had told him that he needed to tell you about him being merfolk eventually, or else it wouldnât be fair to you.
âShe knew about your new job and your research on us.â he said, nodding his head at his girlfriend. âOur relationship has been a hassle for us, but we figured it out. We wanted to help Jiseok by telling you our secret, so it would hopefully be easier for him and you, but he wouldnât let us.â
âSo I was hoping youâd follow us and find out.â the girl added. âWe wanted you to know, so you could decide for yourself if you wanted to get involved or not.â
âInvolved how?â you asked, getting all this information so suddenly had taken you by surprise. âAnd what do you mean with it being a hassle? Is it because Iâm human and he⊠isnât? But you two seem to be doing just fine?â
âJungsu and his girlfriend, for example, are both merfolk. They can meet up whenever they want, or do whatever they want. They just have to make sure theyâre not seen in their mer-form. And the same goes for Jooyeon and his soulmate.â Seungmin explained. âBut for usâŠâ
âItâs fucking hard, not gonna lie.â the girlfriend added. âYou canât meet up during the day and as you just saw, you canât really be that affectionate whenever you want or people will notice it. And donât get me started on-â
âWhatâs taking you so long?! Youâre usually back already by now?â Jiseokâs voice came from the lake.
You immediately looked his way, seeing mint and pink hair on him and an iridescent blue fishtail. He hadnât noticed you yet as he was looking at Seungmin, who gave his girlfriend another kiss before diving into the lake, revealing his silver hair and a dark purple, shimmery tail.
âJiseok?â you asked carefully, as you walked up to the pier and stood next to Seungminâs girlfriend.
Several beams of sunlight shone through the trees and made the whole lake glitter beautifully. You saw five more heads of colorful hair pop up from the water, recognizing each of them immediately as the band that you had met for the first time that festival night.
âWeâll let you two talk.â Gunil said, his hair a gorgeous dark blue. Him and the others swam away, and the girl said her goodbye to you as well.
âWhy didnât you say anything, Jiseok?â you asked him, sitting down on the pier. You took off your shoes and dabbled your feet in the warm lake water.
He swam towards you and leaned his arms on the pier, taking one of your hands in his. âBecause I love you, and that makes this all way harder for us.â
âBut why?â you asked. You took the book page out of your pocket. âIs it because of the soulmate thing? I was wondering why you never wanted to talk about what we are, what we feel for each other. Are you afraid we wonât work?â
âIâm terrified of it actually.â he confessed.
You ruffled his mint/pink hair a bit and smiled. âBut it worked for Seungmin and his girlfriend, right? We can make this work as well. Soulmates or not, I love you too.â
Jiseok looked at you. You were hoping heâd be happy with your confession, but he looked the opposite.
âHow much do you know about the merfolk soulmates?â he asked you, pushing himself up the pier and leaving his tail in the water.
You looked at him and took in all the small features that had changed. He had very small gills on the side of his neck and his eyes were a tad bit lighter. The subtle scales on his arms were transparent but you could see them if you looked closely.
âI only know this.â you said, showing him the one sided page. "Why?" Is there more to know?â
âI wonât dare to ever kiss you.â he mumbled, taking the paper from you and crumbling it.
âDonât you eventually want to know if weâre soulmates?â you said with a small smile and a sliver of hope.
âNo.â Jiseok replied. âBecause if we kiss and we're not soulmates, youâll die.â
