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thetypingpup · 2 days

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sea god!yuta bargaining w/storm goddess!reader for fair weather when he wants to intervene for sailors... who's to say there aren't reciprocal favours between them now and then (if you/the plot are so inclined)

Pairing: Storm goddess!Reader x Sea god!Yuta

Wordcount: 2.8K

Content: fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), use of the petname ‘darling’ a couple times, there's a couple hints of plot if you squint

Though the time between your visits to the Well of Fire stretches longer each time, it’s been even longer since your last venture to the sea. You’re certain at least a century has passed since the last time you felt the tan canvas of sand beneath your feet, and you almost forgot what the warmth of the soft granules feel like against your skin. Thankfully, everything seems the same as when you were last here. The rippling aqua waves of the sea come up pure white as they lap at the shores, the gentle roar of rushing water resounding in the landscape. The sheer rock face of the mountain above is the same gray hue that you remember. The sandy tarpaulin that coats the ground gives way and cushions your every step, and it’s just as warm as you recall. The traces of your footsteps are quickly swept away in the current that laps at your ankles at even intervals. The warm summer sun beams overhead, a radiating warmth settling over your skin.

You come to a familiar cluster of dark rocks in a secluded corner of the beach. Stepping from sand to stone should be jarring, but the journey is familiar, and you easily step up the makeshift staircase. Your eyes find the pathway, the gap in the rocks that’s hidden from a mortal’s gaze, and slip through to the hidden cove on the other side. A pool, carved out of the beach with intention, lies in the middle of the circle of dark stone. Here, the teal of the water seems a touch more vibrant, though it’s possible you perceive it this way because of the memories you have here. You know from experience that the towering rocks conceal any exploits within the pool, and your heart stutters as you recall a few of those exploits.

Right as you settle at the center of the curve, you see the water stir right across from you. The water swells in a way that indicates someone just swam through the underwater entrance on the other side. A smile lifts your lips as you notice the silver sheen of brilliant gray scales gleaming beneath the rainbow ribbons traced onto the surface of the water, which flares out to a large fluke. You see him before he sees you, taking in the muscular form of his torso lifting out of the water. He slicks his long hair back and off his face, letting the deep red tresses cascade down to his shoulders. Your gaze lingers on the seamless merge of his skin to his scales, still enthralled by his sea form, even though you’ve seen it countless times.

Yuta has decided to grace you with his presence. You look at him in disbelief for a moment, blinking as if trying to recover from a dream. You recognize every detail of him, from the sharp teeth that peak out from behind his plush lips, to the brilliant star-like gleam within the sapphire hue of his eyes, to the intricate patterns etched in ink onto the firm muscles of his torso. It’s been so long you almost don’t trust your eyes, half convinced that this beautiful deity is a figment of your imagination. It isn’t until you feel the cool splash of water against your legs, bringing with it the subtle scent of sea salt, that you’re assured that you’re not dreaming.

“What brings you down to the shore after all this time?” His voice is as smooth as ever, and your thighs press together on their own accord, “Did you miss me, darling?”

“Was that meant to be rhetorical?” You tilt your head playfully, “I’m here because you asked me to be.”

“I’ve been asking you for quite some time, but you were always…preoccupied.” His words weigh heavily atop the persistent rush of ocean water, and your heart hammers in your chest as you consider what he’s hinting at.

“You know I have more responsibility now. It’s not as easy to just spend a day at sea.” You shrug, looking at him apologetically. You like to spend time here as much as you like to spend time with him, but between repeated excursions to The Underworld and maintaining the weather above, you’ve been quite busy.

“Are you sure it’s not your new lovers keeping you busy?” He teases with a sharp toothed smirk, easily offering levity to the thoughts that start to weigh on your mind.

“As if the ones who share your bed don’t keep you plenty as well.” You return the banter with a playful tone, your foot sharply grazing the waves and splashing him. He lets the water land on him, his eyes sparkling with mirth in a way that makes you grin.

“Oh they always have, but you know I’d always make time for you.” He insists, and there goes that heaviness that suggests his words are more than just playful. He swims closer to you, his head just above the water as he closes the distance between you two. He rests on his forearms on the rock just in front of your feet, gazing up at you. Those dark blue eyes rove over your body, mentally undressing you through your loose robes. Suddenly, you feel exposed, especially as the breeze picks up and makes your clothes billow in the breeze. Despite this, there’s not a hint of discomfort on your end. Instead, you let your legs fall open ever so slightly, inviting him to inhabit the space between as he had so many times before.

Yuta muses aloud in a soft voice, as if sharing a clandestine confession only meant for you to hear, “You’re still as beautiful as ever.”

Just as the gravity of his tone becomes almost too much to bear, you suddenly inquire, “You seemed particularly adamant when you called for me this time. You have a favor to ask, don’t you?”

“How could you possibly think that?” His brows quirk in feigned surprise, though the grin that gives his lips a lively curl is a dead giveaway.

“It’s written all over your face.” You can’t help but giggle, narrowly resisting the urge to playfully splash him again. He’s so transparent, at least you, that it’s comical at times.

“Ok, so perhaps there is a small request I’d like to ask.” He raises his shoulders in a shrug, tilting his head as he drags out the words. His webbed hand comes up to caress your calf, slowly traversing the familiar landscape, “But I did genuinely wish to see you again.”

“What’s the favor?” You lean in, curious now about what he could possibly want.

He floats closer to you as he explains, “There’s a large fleet of traders set to embark to a nation two seas from here, towards the south. It’s an incredibly important voyage and they’ve called upon me for protection, but I can’t do it alone.”

“Then you could’ve asked Suho. Why do you need my help?” You question, leaning back on your hands, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Not even he can calm the storms that rage over those seas. It has to be you.” He insists, and though you’re skeptical that he couldn’t enlist the help of the King of the Sea, you’re flattered that he considered you for such an important task.

“Grant them passage,” He proposes, “And I’ll give you everything you desire.”

“Everything?” You pointedly raise a brow, hoping that he understands the gravity of what he’s suggesting.

“Everything.” He repeats the word earnestly, slotting himself between your legs, welcoming the intimate embrace of your thighs on either side of his head.

“I can’t do this without you.” He insists, slowly moving his hands up the length of your legs, hiking up your clothes in the process. You’re almost swept away by the adamance in his gaze as it sweeps over your face, your cheeks burning under the scrutiny, and you turn away the moment it becomes too intense.

“I’ll help you.” You tell him, biting your lower lip before adding, “There’s no need for such flattery.”

“When it comes to you, flattery is just the beginning of what I can offer.” He smirks, though behind his smug expression, you can see hints of earnest gratitude seeping through like water through a cracked vessel.

“Why don’t you come closer?” His voice lowers seductively, “Let me show you just how grateful I am, and just how much I’ve missed you.”

With a nod, you move down to the lower rock, letting your legs become submerged in the cool depths of the sea. The bottom of your robes is soaked in seconds, but neither of you pay it any mind, as the garment is shifted out of the way in seconds. The damp fabric bunches around your hips as he spreads your legs wider, and you rest your legs over his broad shoulders. He smirks at the sight at the apex of your thighs, “I see you’ve forgone any covering here. You must’ve been very eager to see me.”

“Keep looking, and you’ll see just how eager I’ve been.” You spread your legs wider and angle your hips up, letting your lower lips part to expose the way your folds glisten with arousal. Your wet folds shine in the sunlight with an enticing splendor that instantly has his mouth watering at the sight.

“As you can see, I’ve missed you too.” It’s your turn to tease, beckoning him forward with your next words, “Why don’t you remind yourself how much you love the way I taste?”

He sweeps his tongue over his lower lip before diving between your thighs. His tongue instantly laps at your core in steady strokes, his hands gripping your thighs. You grasp his hair, letting your fingers curl in the wet caramine tresses as you take in the sensations. Ripples of pleasure emanate from your centre in time with each sweep of his tongue. His tongue slips between your folds, letting your slick arousal coat his tongue before he licks it up. His lips soon follow suit, and he starts up a pattern of pressing those plush petals against your quivering core before letting his tongue lave over your clit in meandering passes of his tongue. His plush mouth is cool against your heated flesh, and combined with the subtle chill of the water around your legs, your body is submerged in a perfect cooling sensation that has you settling back against the rocks. You let yourself relax as he delicately tastes you, your eyes sliding shut. The brightness of the sun gleams behind your eyelids, the warmth caressing the planes of your face, just as his hands caress your inner thighs. It’s soothing, just feeling him lick you like this. You feel the pent up tension that has built up in your body release and flow to the wayside. A sense of serene peace washes over you, and you can’t help the blissful smile that makes its way to your face. He’s always had a knack for getting you to relax.

As quickly as he can compel you to relax, he can also wind you up to the point of frenzy. You’re reminded of this as those ripples of pleasure morph into strong waves that wrack your body as he shifts his focus to your clit. He traces circles and complex patterns over the sensitive bud, making your thighs tremble and your hips buck up against his face. For added measure, he spells your name with the tip of his tongue, taking his time tracing the characters of each letter atop your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans are dragged out of you atop frantic breaths that quicken with each moment. The water around you ripples and furls with greater intensity the more he gets into it, his tattoos taking on a subtle teal glow that intensifies with each passing moment. The more he engulfs you in pleasure, the more words are harder to fixate on and express, your thoughts flowing out of your mind like water. You want to tell him how good he’s making you feel, to keep tracing those delectable patterns that intensify the crests of bliss you feel with each wave of stimulation. All that manages to come out are repeated calls of his name that echo in the confinement of your hidden cove.

Even without words, he knows exactly what you mean to express. It’s as if he can hear your unspoken thoughts within his own mind. That’s how he knows to start suckling on your clit when your pleasure crests in a particularly intense pulsation. That’s how he knows to slide two fingers past your tight entrance and curl them within you, pressing his fingertips against that sweet spot that makes white flash behind your vision. His motions are gentle, knowing he doesn’t need much more to send you over the edge. His fingers pick up speed, but only slightly, the closer you get to the edge, and his eyes flutter shut as he feels you flutter around his digits. He keeps you suspended, submerged within the pool of pleasure, until the swells of stimulation become too much to bear and you yearn for release.

An absolute deluge of ecstasy overtakes your body as you cum. You scream his name, drenching his face with spurts of liquid release. He takes it all eagerly, letting you pull on his hair, letting you buck against his face, letting you fuck yourself with his tongue as you ride the waves. With a growl he works you through it, hungrily consuming every last drop of your release he possibly can, keeping his claws retracted to pressing against that point of pleasure deep inside you.

You pant heavily as you come down, feeling your body slip into the pool with an audible splash. Wrapping his arms around you, Yuta catches you easily, and your heaving chest is pressed against the solid muscle of his own. Holding your face with one hand, he kisses you even more breathless than before, the taste of you lingering on his tongue as he deepens each kiss. You grasp his shoulders and kiss him back, not worried about slipping down into the depths of the sea that surrounds you. You know he’s got you, and you know he’ll keep you afloat. Always.

“Did you mean what you said before?” You suddenly ask, “About giving me everything I desire?”

He chuckles at the abruptness, but answers nonetheless, “Of course I did. Did you think I would waste rhetoric if I didn’t mean every word? I thought you knew me better than that.”

“But what if…” You trail off and debate sharing this vulnerability to him, a vulnerability that you haven’t shared with anyone else thus far. With a deep breath that brings with it a strong whiff of sea salt, you carefully tell him, “What if my desires have changed, since we last met? What if I want something…more, than what we’ve been sharing before? Is that something you’d be able to give me?”

Your teeth worry into your bottom lip, hoping that he can understand the implications of what you’re too hesitant to say out loud. You never thought you’d be at this point again, but it would appear the wax that holds together the wings of detachment have begun to melt. It’s hard to admit, even to yourself, that those broad wings have lost quite a few feathers over the centuries. With a gentle touch, he guides your lip from between your teeth with his thumb, pressing his own against them in a kiss much softer than before. His kisses bare the same cool sensation as the water that surrounds you, easily quelling the heat of the nerves that have begun to build.

“Darling, I would give you the sun if I could.” His words, whispered pointedly against your lips, carry with them the weight of a loud declaration. Pressing his forehead to yours, he holds your face tenderly, “I meant it, when I said I’d give you everything you desire. Whatever you most desire, I will give you. You have my word.”

“Well, what I really desire right now are more kisses.” You giggle, seeking to alleviate the pressure that comes with his promise.

“That, can most certainly be arranged.” You feel his soft laughter caress your lips before his own slot against yours once more. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands trail down to your waist. You’re not sure how long you spend there in that cove, indulging in what’s easily the most innocent exchange you’ve ever had with him, save for the taste of your release on his tongue. What you do know is you have an easier time relaxing into that cool sensation that surrounds him, and sinking into the depths of this unforeseen connection.

#srb #crying yuta really got the best parts of this 😂

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thetypingpup · 2 days

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i feel like merman!yuta would drop so many Unverified Facts about the ocean... like the legendary "sharks are smooth" post, he'd just make increasingly ludicrous statements and if any land folk point it out, he'd be like, "umm who of us actually lives inside the ocean? 🤨 that's what i thought 🙄" he's soooo annoying but still so lovable.

Pairing: Storm goddess!Reader x Sea god!Yuta

Wordcount: 4.2K

Content: little bit of banter, underwater magic, reader learns how to swim, underwater makeouts, the petname 'darling' used at the end

“...and the coral reefs can change colors. It’s truly magnificent.” A male voice stark with playful charisma stands out against the rush of waves lapping at the shore. You’re drawn closer to the sound, along with the chorus of intrigued hums that follow every sentence. They are all gathered around one of the harbors dotted along the shoreline. The ships, looming wooden structures that they are, float close by. The people are gathered between the ships, around a collection of flickering orange flames that stand out in the darkness of night. Whoever is speaking has them completely captivated, despite making statements that you’re not certain are entirely true. How can coral spontaneously change color? You haven’t spent a day in the ocean, yet it still doesn’t seem likely. Your feet lead you closer to the harbor, padding along the sandy shoreline. The granules gathered just shy of the tides give way under your feet, and you note how soft they feel beneath your soles. From the divine energy you feel radiating from the center of the harbor, you can tell that one of the sea gods is the center of their attention. You peek through the cluster of people, stepping closer to try and get a closer look at who’s speaking.

Your footsteps halt when you hear his voice again, recognizing the smooth, low tone, “They can change colors without the aid of any magic. All you have to do is touch them.”

It figures that Yuta would be the one spewing such nonsense. From what you know about the god of nautical navigation and naval warfare, he never misses the opportunity to lead mortals astray with unverified knowledge of the ocean. Sure enough, you see his long red hair, tied back and away from his face. You notice a hint of the seamless merge from his skin to the scales that cover his tail, just barely visible in the lapping waves. He rests on his forearms in a way that highlights the muscular build of his arms, which he not so subtly flexes every now and then just to see how the mortals will react. The gathering consists of mortals of all genders, all equally enthralled with the deity, voices lilted in an attempt to sound casually coquettish. It always amuses you to see mortals falling over themselves in an attempt to flirt with the gods, showering them in attention in a shameless attempt at seduction. Their strategy is usually the same; smiles and tilts of the head at calculated angles, undivided attention while they hang on every word that is spoken, no matter how ridiculous. And you can see Yuta clearly revels in such attention, if his wide smile and the chime-like lilt of his laughter is anything to go by. It’s humorous, and you know it’s even more humorous to see how they react to a modicum of resistance.

Which is why you decide to burst their bubble just a bit.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s true.” You pipe up, catching the attention of the entire group. As soon as the mortals see you, their half lidded eyes go wide with fearful recognition. Wordlessly, they part the way for you, shuffling noisily over the sand and averting your gaze. It would seem their resolve is just as weak as you predicted, and the thought of so effortlessly striking fear in their hearts amuses you.

Yuta isn’t phased by your sudden appearance. If anything he welcomes it, moving forward ever so slightly, as if leaning into your presence. He directs his dazzling, sharp toothed smile towards you, and it’s like a subtle spotlight of jovial mirth beams right at you, “And what do you know of the sea?”

His smile is so infectious that you can’t help but flash a grin of your own as you say, “Enough to know that what you speak of sounds completely ludicrous.”

“I’m the only one here who actually resides in the ocean. I think I would know better than anyone.” His sapphire eyes take on a star-like glimmer, excited by the prospect of being challenged.

“Except maybe Taeyong. Perhaps we should ask him and obtain an expert opinion.” You counter, feeding off of the energy rippling off of him in time with the waves lapping at the shore.

His eyes gleam brighter, “There’s no need. You happen to be speaking to an expert right now.”

You hum at this, folding your arms, though you can’t keep the grin off your face. There’s something inexplicably fun about debating with him, though you wouldn’t stroke his ego by letting him know. Instead, you remark, “And how much expertise could you possibly have? Last I checked, your main duty is as a guide for these wooden husks across the waves.”

“A guide, a general, a connoisseur of sea life of all kinds. I am many things to many people.” You figure the mortals will react to such a hackneyed statement, and sure enough, a harmonious ensemble of intrigued hums and swooning sighs sound off around you. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, more focused Yuta and how he seemed to be focused on you. His gaze is entirely fixated on yours, as if everything else has disappeared from view, and you shift your weight from foot to foot under the weight of his undivided stare. You see gaiety flash in his eyes, and you can practically see the thoughts in his mind whirring the longer he stares at you. From the way the corner of his lips lifts in a playful smirk, you can tell he’s planning on following up with a flirtatious statement, just to see how you would react. You can recognize mischievous intent anywhere, being surrounded by gods of mischief on a daily basis, which is why you decide to divert and see how he’ll react, “I still don’t believe you. There’s no way touch alone can change the color of a coral reef.”

He impresses you by not missing a beat. Instead, he leans in and replies in a voice smooth enough to rival silk, “Why don’t you come swim with me and find out for yourself?”

You barely hear the shift and shuffle of sand all around you, raising a brow curiously at his suggestion, “Right now?”

“Why not?” He quips, “I’m not doing anything at the moment. Are you?”

You let a beat of silence serve as an answer before asking, “So would I just, jump in? With my clothes still on? Or would I strip down so they don’t get wet?”

Glancing from side to side and seeing that the mortals have dispersed, he comments, “It would appear that I’d be your only company, so it depends. Would you like for me to see you naked?”

You’re quick to try to retort, but the only sound that escapes your lips are the choked beginnings of sharp syllables, fizzling out into stutters instead. The prospect of him seeing you completely bare brings heat to the surface of your cheeks, and makes something stir within you that you haven’t felt in quite some time.

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me so intently?” He moves closer, “If you wanted to spend that sort of time with me, you could’ve asked long ago. I would’ve agreed wholeheartedly, and I still will, so long as you ask nicely.”

Despite the icy glow of the moon, your face burns at the simmering warmth of what he’s implying. The look on his face conveys a playful yet earnest attitude towards the prospects. You know exactly what he’s implying, what sort of time he’s alluding to. You haven’t considered engaging in pleasures of the flesh with anyone besides Haechan at this point, but you’re anything but opposed to the possibility.

He chuckles at your silence and flustered expression, “I see that was enough to make you speechless. You can keep your clothes on, and I can dry you off once we’re done. You’re not the only one who knows a thing or two about magic.”

You don’t give yourself the chance to be embarrassed by the way you sputter out your next words, “So you do use magic to make the reefs change colors.”

“You’ll have to join me in the water to find out.” He smirks, floating back a bit before offering his outstretched hand, inviting you to join him in the empty space. Taking a breath you step forward, letting the coolness of the water lap at your feet. You keep going, reaching out to try and grab hold of his hand. You keep moving until the land suddenly gives way to pure ocean water between your feet, leaving you nothing to stand on, and you’re suddenly engulfed in the shocking cold of the ocean’s waves. You thrash in the depths for a mere moment before Yuta takes hold of both of your hands and floats onto his back, stabilizing you and keeping you just above water. Your body lies atop his, your legs on either side of his scaled tail, the cold water rippling around your knees. The linen of your clothes sticks to your skin, your hands pressed his chest. You’re so close you can feel his heart steadily beating beneath your palm, and your eyes widen for a brief moment, completely flustered by the proximity. You’re shocked by how quickly you relax on top of him, how you let yourself rest atop the solid muscle of his torso, and it only has your heart hammering in your chest. He laughs softly at your reaction, a lighthearted sound, and you can feel the rumbling vibrations of his laughter against your own chest.

His hands move from your own and onto your body, carefully, gauging your reaction to see how comfortable you are. His hands fit against the small of your back, gently holding you in place, and you only sink into his embrace more. You rest above him for mere moments as you float further and further away from the shoreline, admiring him. With his dark red hair slicked back and away from his face, his expression of casual seduction is completely exposed. His dark blue eyes only deepen in hue, capturing the starlight to highlight the impish glint within the depths of his gaze. Without a second thought, you reach out, letting the back of your hand trace the contour of his face. He leans into your touch, a content smile tugging at the plush petals of his lips, and you vaguely wonder what they’d feel like against yours. He lets his eyes slide shut for a brief moment, savoring your touch, before saying, “As nice as it is to hold you like this, you do know you’ll actually have to get in the water at some point, right?”

“O-of course I know that.” You say, trying not to appear too excited by the sensation of his arms encircling your waist. It’s baffling how such a simple touch can make you so jittery. Though in another sense you suppose feeling him like this, in such a slow, quiet moment free of the frenzy of chasing an orgasm, is its own form of excitement. You welcome the stir you feel between your legs, like a drop in the water that sends a series of ripples through the rest of your body.

“Are you afraid?” He brings you from your thoughts with a simple question.

“No, it’s just…I’ve never actually been this far past the shore.” You look over your shoulder, seeing the rock formations on the land appear smaller the farther you float away.

“All that time in the clouds has done you no favors.” He quips, shaking his head, “Can you swim at least?”

“I’ve never tried.” You admit in a murmur you almost hope he doesn’t hear.

“Would you like me to teach you?” He asks, and you nod before you give yourself the chance to ponder it further.

“It’s easier to learn if you don’t have to worry about holding your breath. I can give you the ability to breathe underwater, but it would mean more…intimate contact.” For the first time since you’ve met him, you see a hint of shyness cross his features, and he averts your gaze for a brief moment. Perhaps the palpability of the tension, and the fact that he’s so close to giving into his innermost desires, is what makes him almost timid beneath you.

“What sort of contact?” You tilt your head curiously.

“I’d have to kiss you.” He murmurs quietly, as if he didn’t even want the waves surrounding you to hear what’s meant for your ears alone.

“Are you certain that’s the only option you have?” You wonder aloud.

His fangs catch on his bottom lip before he shyly admits, “Truth be told, the only way I know how to cast the spell is through lip contact. Though the fact that you’d be the one I’m kissing certainly makes this more enjoyable for me.”

“Is that so?” It’s your turn to fluster him now, leaning in as though you’re about to close the gap between your lips.

He swallows thickly, “It is.”

“So you’ve thought about this before.” You muse aloud, deciding to toy with him just slightly, “You’ve thought about me before.”

“I mean, I’ve certainly considered it before, more often than not.” His admission comes out whispered atop a rushed exhale, and you can feel his heartbeat quickening against your palm.

Coyly, you mirror his earlier statement, “Now Yuta, if you wanted to spend that sort of time with me, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

“Well I’m asking now.” He meets your gaze earnestly, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, grinning excitedly, “Of course.”

With a gentle hand fitting to the curve of your face, he leans in, his lips making contact with yours. The plush swell of his lips feels softer and even more satisfying than you predicted, and you instantly hum into the kiss. As soon as your lips part he inhales against your mouth, claiming your last breath above the surface, before letting out a languid exhale between your lips. A rush of magic reminiscent of cool, calming waves washes over you as he imbues you with the ability to breathe underwater. Securing his embrace around your waist, he lowers you both into the water in one smooth motion, and you take the plunge with him.

Sound liquifies and rushes around you as your body is submerged in the ocean. The subtle warmth of his lips leaves yours, leaving you to take in the chilling embrace of the water. The ocean sounds like a uniform, bubbling rush of morphed sound, deep and resonant. Hesitantly, you take a breath, feeling water take the place of air in your lungs. You’re relieved to feel that they work all the same. It takes you a moment before you trust yourself to open your eyes, met with an expression of encouragement from Yuta.

He demonstrates how to move in the water, letting his body ripple as he moves forward, reminiscent of the movement of the water itself. You try to copy him, moving your legs together to mimic the mechanics of his tail, keeping a firm grasp on his hand to keep yourself from floating away. He’s patient, moving forward only an arm’s length to allow you to catch up with him. Your legs flail everytime you move forward, as if competing with the current, and he ends up guiding you more than you end up moving on your own.

You quickly realize that in order to move with the waves, you have to let go of the tension within you. The water is not something to fight through, but to work with, and by working with it you can float. With a few slow, deep breaths of sea water, you release that tension. Just as easily as you let that tension gather with each inhale, you let it float away with each exhale. You feel your body begin to float naturally, suspended in the near endless depths of the ocean. Arm’s length by arm’s length, you swim with him, your body flowing with the waves much like his own. He smiles at you with a nod of approval, his hand still firmly grasping yours as he guides you through his domain.

Thanks to the darkness of night, the entire ocean is tinted with a pervasive purple hue. The regal amethyst color acts as a backdrop to the magnificent display of aquatic grandeur. Accented by rays of moonlight that are incurvated by the waves into cool metallic hues, the midnight visage of the ocean is as inviting as it is ethereal. To say that the sea looks as magical as it feels would be an understatement. Silver ribbons of light illuminate the underwater landscape, accentuated by the subtle iridescence of refracted rainbows upon the ripples. The scales of various schools of fish shimmer in the splendor of silver, swimming through their abodes of billowing kelp and anemones along the ocean floor. You glide under grand archways of coral and rock, staring in awe at the various formations. You never thought that gatherings of organic life could create such magnificent structures, such grand fortresses of aquatic fauna, and your eyes widen as you take in this entirely new world that you knew nothing about. What kept you from exploring this for so long? What prevented you from broadening your horizons and enriching your worldview? You don’t allow yourself to ponder it for too long, letting Yuta serve as your humble guide through this new experience.

With a soft squeeze to your hand, Yuta directs your attention to one of the gatherings of coral, which towers high above your heads. With his other hand he reaches out to it, his fingertips grazing the surface with the softest of touches. In one moment, the reefs glow with a verdant hue, only to take on a carnelian gleam the moment Yuta lays his hand upon it. You watch as the bright emerald of the towering coral is consumed by the brilliant ruby hue in a matter of elongated seconds. You gaze at Yuta, brows hitched as if to tell him that you knew he controlled the colors. He shrugs at this, a bubble of laughter forming upon his lips.

You find yourself focusing less on the color of the coral, your eyes drawn instead to Yuta himself. He stands out against the coral, completely captivating your attention, and his presence is inviting to say the least. Your eyes go from the hairline thin slits of skin on either side of his neck to signify gils, and wander shamelessly past the demarcation line of his collarbones. You take in the intricate tattoos inked onto his chest and arms letting it guide you from the defined musculature of his torso and limbs, and down to where the v shape etched on either side of his abdomen gives way to the chrome hue of his sleek tail. The way his red hair flows in weightless waves within the ocean frames his face in a way that makes him look beyond alluring, and his sapphire eyes capture the starshine in the most captivating way. Now that you can see him fully, and see why everyone seems to observe him with unabashed lust, you let subtle stirrings of desire you’ve repressed flow through you. His gaze roves over your body the same way, the same expression of want crossing his features. Wordlessly, you hitch your brows as if to ask if you can come closer, if you can completely close the distance between you both. He hitches a brow playfully in return, as if challenging you to make the first move.

And you do. You swim forward and let your hands rest on his biceps as you press your lips to his. You feel a sudden yet soft exhale against your lips, fully portraying his excitement. He kisses you back eagerly, his hands making their way to the curve of your waist and pulling you against him. He parts his lips, and rippling shivers float up your spine in bubbles of excitement as you feel the cool sharpness of his fangs brushing over the swell of your bottom lip. His long tongue follows and slides past your lips, each stroke just on the brink of haphazard, suggesting something wild and feral and exhilarating.

Kissing Yuta beneath the surface of the sea is as thrilling as it is freeing. You’re able to let yourself go and exchange bubbles of breath between heated kisses. Yo’'re able to let carnal lust well up within you, because you can grab onto him for purchase, and feel him reciprocate the same fervor. His hands grasp at you incessantly, as if your proximity of being pressed right against him isn’t close enough, and he craves more. It makes your head spin, how unreal this all is. You would’ve never thought to do this before, and now you have no idea how this is the first time you’ve tried something so intoxicatingly arousing. And as if the moment wasn’t magical enough, the exhilaration wells within him so much that the magic within him paints the coral that arches over you with iridescent splendor. Silver rights of shimmering light emanate from him, creating concentric ripples of desire around you both in a picturesque display of passion.

The moments pass, the moon lowers in the sky, and you realize you’ll have to return to the sky for daybreak to clear the path of clouds for the sun. Reluctantly, you pull back from your embrace with him, nodding towards the surface to tell him you need to depart. The light that surrounded you dissipates, to your collective disappointment. Taking hold of your hand, he guides you back to the surface, past the harbor and into a hidden cove you’ve never seen before.

An underwater archway signifies the entrance, with enough room for you both to swim through side by side. A small stretch of beach lies between a circle of dark, towering rocks, shielding you from onlookers. You swim onto the beach, your field of vision going from being drenched in purple to a dye of midnight blue. Pressing your hands into the sand, you lift yourself onto the surface. Instantly, you feel the loss of pressure surrounding you as you return to the land, feeling a different type of loss as well.

"You're leaving me already?" Yuta quips, flicking his tail fluke to create a playful splash in the water, "We were just getting started."

"I do have obligations to fulfill." You scoff without any real bite behind your words, "Unfortunately I cannot spend my days kissing you in the sea."

"We can do far more than that." He slyly suggests, making his way over to you. His hands slide up your legs, right to where the wet fabric of your robe sticks to your skin. Warmth emanates from his hands and steam soon follows, surrounding you in a rush of evaporating water.

"I know you saw what happened, the display of passion beneath the surface." He murmurs, subtly massaging your calves and intensifying the steam. "That was as much your doing as it was mine, yknow? If you'd like, we can make some real magic together."

You're entranced by the sight of him surrounded by steam, as if his beautiful visage is organically emerging from the heated fog that surrounds you both. Your heart can't stop palpitating, no matter your attempts to reacquaint yourself with the sensation of breathing air through deep breaths. You don't want to look away. You don't want him to move his hands. You don't want him to stop giving you that heated look of passion that burns far hotter than the steam that evaporates off your skin. You don’t want him to stop speaking to you like you’re the only thing that can satiate the hunger that builds within him.

Once you're fully dry his hands retreat, and you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue to suppress a sound of disappointment. It's barely been a moment and the phantasm left in the absence of his touch is already palpable. Before slinking back into the ocean, he makes you an offer that has the apples of your cheeks burning with interest, "If you ever wish to pick up where we left off, to see what other magic we can create together, come back to this place. I'll find you."

"And how will you know when I'm here?" You question, barely able to feel the sensation of your own words through your breathy exhale.

"I’m attuned to this place, and darling, your aura is very distinct." He tells you with a sharp toothed smirk, "I'll be able to feel your presence, and I have a feeling you'll be able to feel me too."

You watch as he slinks back below the surface and into the sea. A whirlwind of thoughts storms within your mind and surging waves of desire crests within your body. You don't even have to consider accepting his offer, as every part of your subconscious answers any unspoken questions in an instant. You return to the sky just before the first hints of daybreak, ruminating on how the endearment of 'darling' flowed so easily off his tongue. You keep the smile that lifts your lips at the thought to yourself.

#srb #still redoing this au (no idea when anything will be out 😅)#but this is elite idc 😁

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