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pursuitseternal · 3 months

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“His:” Maistacia sates Ascended Astarion’s needs and her own (NSFW)

A gift for @primopinku: her beautiful Durge🗡️✨ and her art that inspired this story.

Ascended Astarion x Durge Maistacia | E | 1.5K

Summary: “There was nothing quite like the silence after a massacre:” Maistacia, Dark Consort, Right Hand of the Vampire Ascendant finds her love… or rather he finds her. And tames her waywardness so she is… his

CW: bloodshed, past Dark Urge sated, possessive A!Astarion, blood kink, rough sex

Ao3 link | Astarion Fic Masterlist

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There was nothing quite like the silence after a massacre. Astarion had once purred such sweet lines to her, wrapping his tendrils of love and charming her with his blinding obsession.

But it was true. The hum of her living muscles, writhing from their exertion thrilled her. Somewhere in the distance, Maistacia could still hear a faint drip, drip of blood. Not one Guild member was left breathing, not one sound filled their great caverns packed with stolen goods. They paid for their treason against her and her love in blood. Blood that ran so quietly now.

“I see you’ve had some fun, darling….”

Slowly she turned, her slippered feet silent on the stairs as she climbed up towards that waiting figure. His silhouette shimmered in the flickering torches, holding court even from the entryway of his cave. Astarion’s lips pulled into that slanted smile, eyes half lidded and head tilted as he watched her flow like water, graceful in every way as she came to stand before him. Her dark eyes sparkled in the flickering light of the caverns, the drops of blood like rubies glistening on her skin.

“I hope you’re not… disappointed,” she lilted, a coy smile darting over her thick and pouting lips. “I don’t take kindly to threats to our rule, my love.”

“Are you worried I would be angry,” one of Astarion’s thick, silver brows quirked. Amused. “The Guild has paid for their betrayal, it seems, my dark consort. My right hand seems to have fed the ghosts of her Urge.”

His pale hand shot out to claw around her chin, a bit of pressure, the dance of a threat in his crimson eyes. Warm and wet, his tongue caressed up her jaw and temple, licking the spattered blood of their enemies as she groaned. “My only complaint is that you didn’t want to share…” whining, hurt… no. He was toying with her, taunting her to rise to his challenge.

“Why make my Ascended Lord sully his hands with such filth as the traitorous Guild, hmm?” Maistacia purred, one bloodied hand creeping into the collar of his jacket, all white and beaded and elegant. Now it would be stained at his neck with the blood of their enemies. “Perhaps you require a different sort of feast, my love.”

His fingers snatched hard around her slick wrist, his tongue warm as he lapped the sticky crimson from her dark and golden skin. A deep throated sigh left her throat, her heart rapped even harder against her ribs, her own set of viscera vibrating inside with each swirl of his tongue in the cup of her palm, each longer suck of her fingers as he cleaned them.

“I liked this jacket, you know…” he hissed, false tones of disappointment coloring his voice as he let her hand drop, favoring those smirking lips for his next meal. He devoured her smile, sucking that grin from her lips and stealing her warm exhales before they left her lungs.

“You can’t blame the right hand that feeds you,” her voice curled into his ear, echoing in the workings of his hungry mouth.

“And little love, don’t you make my mouth water,” his damp mouth slunk down the curve of her jaw to suckle on her neck. Fangs sliced perfectly into her, the flow of warm and fresh blood scenting the air, covering the metallic whiff of congealing, drawing out the heady orange-laden scent of her own perfume. His tall, lithe body wound snug around hers, skin-tight in his embrace. Suck after deafening suck, he took from her, his fingers clawed into her upper arms, holding her firm and steady.

His.

And yet, when she was done with allowing him such liberties, her fingers gripped around his windpipe, shoving him back just enough to unlock those greedy lips from her flesh. “Tut, tut,” he grinned slowly, gazing up through her long lashes. “That’s enough. You wouldn’t want to add one more corpse to this magnificent pile I’ve already made.”

“Never,” he purred, that left bow arching as he licked his lips clean. “But your master is still hungry… still looking for more ways to be fed.”

Maistacia giggled deep in her throat, that music in her voice reverberating over the rocks that held only death and stillness now. Three steps, and crossed the landing to a balustrade. She slid herself to perch on its edge, the stone rail thick enough, far enough from the gaping, bloody void beneath them both. Her hands slowly slid the loose folds of her waistband from her hips, her flowing trousers puddled around her ankles. Dark eyes locked into his crimson ones as he stalked closer. As he watched more and more of her skin revealed for his viewing.

For his taking.

The hem of her silken tunic, dark and black as her eyes, soaked with blood, peeled higher. That invitation to help her quel that bloodlust… or just her pounding lust that matched his raging desire. It was enough to beckon him to her body. Confined at last, arms around her back, hands pulling her flush to the edge of the stone rail beneath her, he began his feast.

She couldn’t breath, lungs burning as every gasp she tried to take was only filled with his own groans. The leather of his own breaches was cold compared to the inferno inside her by now, now that he grinded into her slick between her thighs.

He pressed that hard line of his cock against her, an insistent demand to sate himself with her in more ways than one. Her own fingers locked into the edge of stone behind her, braced for the rigor she knew was coming. But he lingered, tasting her kiss, the slight tang of blood still coating his tongue and filling her nose. That pit in her stomach gnawed harder, a little buck of her hips on the smooth and oiled surface of his breeches giving her no relief.

Most likely on purpose.

“Won’t you feed… take what you want, my love?”

His lips twisted and devoured all at once. “If you think you deserve it, little love… Perhaps you have been rather naughty to leave me behind as you decimated our enemies…”

“I thought you loved a good massacre… letting your right hand do as the gods intended…” she purred in reply.

“Of course, but I wonder what else your right hand might do now to please me…”

“Plenty I can do…” That was enough to spike her inferno to blazing. Her hand reached between their bodies, tearing through the few little buttons that kept him confined. A growl of approval shook her lips, his own hand catching his cock to give it a few lingering strokes. A moment to tease its weeping head up and down her seam, his fangs grit together as he pressed his mouth against her trembling lips.

Always so strong, so fierce, this beautiful murderess of his. But she would melt for him and him alone.

His… he groaned as he took her. Musk from her body, perfume from her skin… there was nothing left to their senses of the bloodbath around them. Only their possession of one another. Only his cock thrusting, only her hips riding his every movement.

Every drag inside her, every dig of his nails into the perfect swell of her ass to keep her from sliding on the rough stone… every ounce of pain and pleasure pushed them further into owning one another.

The Lord and his Right Hand, the Ascendant and his Consort… their pleasured noises were the only sounds to fill a room of death. And with every little death they drew from one another, they never felt more alive.

Hips slapped hard against her, the cries of her own bliss piercing in the heavy silence to thrill his pointed ears.

His.

Every clench around him threw him closer, that way that only she could get under his skin, could unravel him piece by piece. It was too much… too intoxicating, too compelling to be in her thrall.

Not that he would ever admit to it with words.

Only the language of his cock buried between her thighs, the poetry of his hand stayed into those sensuous, raven locks that reached her hips. He would sing only the love ballads of his groans as he fucked her, the percussion of his body slamming against her dripping thighs until he growled and huffed as he came. Her thighs locked around his waist, trapping him until she squeezed every last little drop of his seed.

A few more thrusts for good measure, his hand in her hair roughly yanking her face from his shoulder. Making her dark pools of eyes to meet his stare as he finished. As he made her his again.

He swept his fingers through the stain of her blood from her neck, pressing them against her lips. “Suck,” he commanded with a hiss. “My consort… my right hand…”

Maistacia’s lips sealed around that coppery salt of her own blood, his cock still twitching inside her with every swirl she darted around his digits.

“Mine,” he purred one last time as brought those bloodied lips to his one more time. Even as he was hers, his body sang in reply.

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lciesdepravity · 7 months

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Depraved Series

Nayeon Arc Chapter 1-1: Quid Pro Quo Blow Tags/Warnings/Genre (WARNING! This Chapter contains heavy depraved smut. This includes the following tags: Blowjobs, Quid Pro Quo, rimming. Also, someone kept on pestering me and I got annoyed so I'm releasing this fic unedited. Read at your own risk.)

Nayeon strutted confidently through the glass doors of the JYPE building, her heels clicking against the marble floor with each step. She exuded an air of self-assuredness, her radiant smile captivating anyone who dared to glance her way. Heads turned, eyes followed her every move, but she remained unfazed.

As she made her way through the bustling lobby, the sound of her footsteps mingled with the melodic hum of conversation and the occasional ring of a cell phone. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and ambition, the energy of the entertainment industry palpable. It was a world she knew well, one she had grown accustomed to since her debut as a K-pop idol.

Her heart fluttered with nervousness as she approached the executives floor. The main doors slid open, revealing a corridor lined with closed doors, each one looking grand and lavish. Nayeon took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she approached Pres. Ozawa's office. She rapped her perfectly manicured nails against the polished wood, the sound echoing through the hallway.

Knock knock

"Come in," Pres. Ozawa's voice boomed from inside.

Nayeon slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sound of her heels echoed through the room, making her feel self-conscious. She saw Pres. Ozawa sitting at his desk, poring over a stack of papers. He looked up and smiled warmly at her.

"Ah, Nayeon, please come in and have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

Nayeon walked over to the chair and sat down, smoothing out her skirt nervously. She looked around the office, taking in the elegant decor and the impressive view of the city skyline.

Pres. Ozawa cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "So, Nayeon, what brings you to my office today?" he asked, his voice authoritative.

Nayeon took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She knew that this was her chance to make a case for her solo career. "Mr. President, I wanted to talk to you about the direction of my career," she said, trying to sound confident.

Pres. Ozawa raised an eyebrow. "Go on," he said, his tone slightly skeptical.

Nayeon took a deep breath and launched into her pitch, explaining her vision for her solo music and the kind of impact she wanted to make on her fans. She felt her nerves building more as she spoke, and she could see Pres. Ozawa becoming more and more uninterested in what she had to say.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," he says, his expression serious. "But we can't give you what you're asking for."

Nayeon's heart drops at his words, and she can feel a lump forming in her throat. "W-why not?" she stammers.

"I'm sorry, Nayeon, but your solo career is too risky. JYPE needs TWICE to promote as a whole," Pres. Ozawa finally said, crushing Nayeon's hopes.

Nayeon can feel tears forming in her eyes as she realizes that her dreams for a solo album are slipping away.

"W-what can I do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"

Pres. Ozawa leaned back in his chair and stretched his fingers. "Hmm, there might be," he says, a sly grin crossing his face. "But it's not exactly what you're expecting."

Nayeon looks at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Nayeon," he says, his tone turning playful. "Maybe I can reconsider. Show me your dance moves in More & More. I might see something that changes my mind."

Why does he want me to dance? Is he testing me?

She walked over to the stereo system and started the song. As the music started to play, Nayeon closed her eyes and let the rhythm take over. She moved her hips and twirled around, trying to give her best performance. She knew that she had to impress Pres. Ozawa if she wanted to have a chance at her solo career.

As she sways her hips and rolls her body, she notices that Pres. Ozawa is staring at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She can see him shifting in his chair, and she realizes that he's getting hard. So that's what this was... Fucking pervert just wanted to get off on me dancing.

Ever the professional, she keeps dancing, her body moving with fluid grace as she performs the intricate choreography. She can feel the sweat starting to bead on her skin, but she doesn't stop. She's determined to give it her all and show this old fuck what she's capable of.

Finally, Nayeon finishes her dance routine, nailing the final pose with fierce intensity. Panting and sweating, her tongue slides out as per habit, but she looks up at Pres. Ozawa with a sense of satisfaction. She knows she's given him exactly what he wanted, and she's hoping it'll be enough to change his mind about her solo album.

Pres. Ozawa beckons Nayeon to come around the table and stand in front of him. "You danced well.... Now for the final test."

Nayeon looks at him, her confusion apparent. "M-mwo? What do you mean?" she asks.

In a single bold move, Pres. Ozawa opens his legs and shows her his bulge, making Nayeon's eyes widen in shock. "If you want to go solo," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "Get on your knees and service my cock."

Nayeon freezes... She hesitates, unsure of what to do. She never expected him to ask something like this, and she's not sure if she's willing to go this far for her career. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for an alternative.

Pres. Ozawa looks at Nayeon expectantly, waiting for her to make a decision. When she hesitates, he says, "Well then, I guess no solo for you."

Nayeon freezes on the spot, biting her lip as she weighs her options. She knows that her solo career is on the line, but she's not sure if she's willing to do what Pres. Ozawa is asking.

"How hard could it be to make an old man cum?" she thinks, debating with herself.

"I mean, it's gross, but if it means my solo... maybe it's worth it." She takes a deep breath and looks up at Pres. Ozawa, her eyes filled with hesitation and a hint of desperation.

"I'm not getting any younger Nayeon. If you're not willing to do it then get out." He said, his voice stern, his face annoyed.

Slowly, she gets on her knees in front of him, but she does nothing. Ozawa looks at her with impatience, and she realizes that he wants her to do all the work.

She takes a deep breath and reaches for his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. As soon as she frees it from his pants, she can't help but gawk at its size.

The size of it is almost intimidating: easily 9 inches long, with a very impressive girth. Nayeon gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to stroke him, using both hands to cover as much of his length and girth as possible.

"Oh fuck," she murmurs. "That's... impressive."

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, pleased with her reaction. "Yes, it is," he says, his voice low and husky. "And your hands are so soft on it."

Nayeon blushes at his comment but continues to service him, using both hands to stroke him slowly up and down. She can feel him getting harder in her hands, and she starts to pick up the pace, moving faster and faster.

As she continues to stroke him for around 15 minutes, her initial discomfort turns into frustration. The old man is nowhere close to the edge, and she's starting to feel like this is an endless task.

"Come on," she thinks to herself. "Just cum already, you old geezer."

Ozawa moans softly, enjoying the sensation of Nayeon's soft hands on his cock. "That's it," he says, his voice commanding.

"Spit on your hands and lube up my cock."

Nayeon obediently spits on her hands and uses it to lubricate the engorged cock head. She notices precum coming out the tip and uses it to mix with her saliva, making the slippery sensation even better.

As she continues to stroke him, she can't help but be amazed by the size of his cock.

"It's so big and thick... Oh god it feels so full in my hands." She thinks whilst she strokes him for a few more minutes, occasionally spitting on her hand to renew the sloppy sensation.

Her arms begin to tire as she continues to stroke him for almost 20 minutes now. She shifts her position slightly, trying to find a more comfortable way to hold him. "Come on," she thinks to herself. "This is getting exhausting."

Nayeon feels conflicted. On one hand, she's enjoying the power she has over him, but on the other hand, she can't help but feel disgusted by what she's doing.

"You're getting too old for this," she says, her voice teasing, trying to distract herself from her own discomfort.

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, maybe I just need those plump lips around my cock."

Nayeon feels a shiver run down her spine at his suggestion. She knows what he is implying, and a part of her wants to refuse. But another part of her is curious, wondering what it would be like to have him inside her mouth.

She licks her lips nervously, unsure of how to respond. "I don't know," she says hesitantly. "I've never done that before."

Pres. Ozawa chuckles. "Don't worry, Nayeon," he says reassuringly. "Just open your mouth and it will come naturally."

Nayeon gulps, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She takes a deep breath and leans forward, feeling the heat emanating from his thick cock. She hesitates for a moment but then brings herself to kiss the engorged cock head, feeling it twitch against her lips. "*Tsup* Uhhhmmm~ *Mwah*"

She lets out a small squeal of surprise as she feels his cock twitch against her lips. She can feel her heart racing with excitement as she realizes just how turned on he is by her.

She continues to kiss his entire length, noticing that he is oozing precum. She uses her tongue to lap it up, savoring the salty taste. She then takes his cock between her lips and moves it back and forth.

Pres. Ozawa groans as he watches her smear his precum on her lips. "Hooolyy fuck, Nayeon," he swears, his voice thick with desire. "Your lips are making me so hard."

Nayeon smiles up at him, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her. She leans forward again, parting her lips tentatively as she hesitantly takes him into her mouth, feeling the velvety texture of his skin against her tongue.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him into her mouth slowly. But as she tries to take more of him into her mouth, she finds it difficult to fit the entire length of his cock inside.

"Holy shhht," she mutters around his cock, her voice muffled by the hard shaft in her mouth. She works inch by inch, slowly but surely, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke.

"God, he's so fuckin' big," she thinks, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Despite the challenge, she's determined to take him all the way, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Nayeon uses her hand to guide his cock into her mouth, taking as much as she can at a time. She feels her throat constricting around the head of his cock, and she moans slightly at the sensation.

"Mmmph, *gulk* *gulk* *gulk*"

Pres. Ozawa moans as she takes him deeper, and she starts to suck him harder and faster. "That's it, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. "Take it all in."

Nayeon hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Pres. Ozawa's spine. She can feel herself getting wet with anticipation as she takes more of him in, inch by inch. The decrepit old man groans loudly, his grasping on his desk tightening. He moans at the sensation, his hands running through her hair.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he says, suppressing a groan. "Suck my cock like a good little girl."

Nayeon responds by taking more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her sloppy sucking fills the room, the sloppy wet noises of her mouth reverberated throughout the office walls. "Mmmphh, mmphh," she murmurs, her voice desperate for his approval as she fervently bobs her head.

"Oooohhh fuuckk" he growls, his grip on her hair tightening, drawing out a pained moan from the idol. "Fuck yes... Put those dick sucking lips of yours to good use."

Nayeon continues to suck him hard and fast, her hand stroking the base of his cock. Pres. Ozawa takes one of her hands and brings it up to his chest, guiding her to one of his nipples.

"Play with my nipples while you blow me."

Nayeon obeys, using her free hand to play with his nipple, rolling it between her fingers and pinching it gently. She can feel his cock twitching in her mouth as she alternates between sucking and stroking him, driving him closer to the edge.

As she continues to pleasure him, Nayeon's mind starts to wander, thinking about the consequences of her actions. "What am I doing?" she thinks to herself.

"I can't believe I'm servicing this old man for my solo career." Despite her moral objections, she can't deny the small patch of wet cloth that had begun forming in her underwear.

"*Glok*, *gulk*, *glock*," Nayeon gags around his cock, but she doesn't let up. Instead, she parks his full length down her throat for a few glorious seconds, fighting her gag reflex along the way. Her eyes made contact all the while, even as she's tearing up, turning him on even more.

Ozawa moans at the sensation. The tightness of the slutty idol's throat, combined with her mouth on his cock and her hand on his chest driving him wild. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, and he knows that he won't be able to hold back much longer.

Nayeon continues to deepthroat him, gagging slightly as she takes him all the way in.

All of a sudden, He grips her head firmly, pushing his cock even deeper into her throat. "Take it all, Nayeon," he growls. "Deepthroat me like a good little slut."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she relaxes her throat and takes him all the way in, feeling his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She gags loudly, but the sound only seems to turn Pres. Ozawa on more.

"Mmmpphh, *gulk*, *glock*, *gluck*, *glurg*," As Pres. Ozawa's moans grow louder and more urgent, Nayeon redoubles her efforts. She takes him in even deeper, using her tongue to swirl around his cockhead as she bobs her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her gagging and choking on his cock only drives him closer to the edge.

"Oh god, Nayeon," Pres. Ozawa groans. "I'm so close. Don't stop, keep going."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't let up, determined to make him cum hard. She continues to deepthroat him, taking him in as deep as she can with each pass. Her hands grip his hips tightly as she bobs her head up and down on his cock, the sound of her gagging and choking filling the room.

"Uh, uh, uh," Pres. Ozawa moans, his voice thick with pleasure as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Just as Nayeon looks up at him with a lustful gaze, making eye contact, Pres. Ozawa's body convulses and he swears loudly, his hips bucking as he shoots his hot load deep into her throat.

"Fuck! Take it, you little kpop whore," he growls, his fingers digging into her hair as he holds her head in place.

Nayeon swallows eagerly, continuing to massage his balls as she drains him. She can feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cock twitching as he empties himself into her.

As she keeps looking up at him, her nose still buried in his pubes, Nayeon intertwines one of her fingers with his hand and squeezes it firmly, letting him know how much she enjoys this. Her other hand continues to massage his balls, coaxing out every last drop of his cum.

Nayeon moans around his cock, the taste of his cum overwhelming her senses. She swallows as much as she can, but there's too much, and some of it spills out of her mouth and onto her chin.

As Pres. Ozawa finishes cumming, he collapses back onto his chair, panting heavily. Nayeon licks her lips and grins at him, her face still covered in his cum and saliva.

"I hope that was satisfying, Mr. President," she purrs, running her tongue over her lips.

Pres. Ozawa could only nod weakly, his eyes closed in pleasure, unable to form words, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

Nayeon giggles softly, pleased with herself. She looks up at Pres. Ozawa, a coy smile playing on her lips. "So...my solo?" she asks.

Pres. Ozawa grins back at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll get your solo," he says. "But there's a catch."

Nayeon raises an eyebrow. "A catch?"

Pres. Ozawa nods. "You'll get your solo if you allow me to use your mouth anytime I call for you."

Nayeon's smile fades, replaced with a look of hesitation. "What do you mean by that?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Pres. Ozawa leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "I mean, whenever I want you, you'll be there for me. You'll use that pretty little mouth of yours to pleasure me."

Nayeon takes a step back, shaking her head. "I don't know, sir," she says. "I have my career to think about. What if I'm not available? What if I have other commitments?"

Pres. Ozawa shrugs. "That's not my problem," he says. "If you want your solo, you'll make time for me. It's that simple."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, considering his proposal. She knows how important her solo is to her career, but the idea of being at Pres. Ozawa's beck and call doesn't sit well with her.

Finally, she takes a step forward, looking him directly in the eye. "Fine," she says. "You can use my mouth anytime you call for me. But you have to prioritize my solo activities, or the deal is off."

Pres. Ozawa nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Deal," he says.

"Now, clean up my cock." Nayeon obeys, taking his cock into her mouth and cleaning him up.

Throughout the week, Nayeon was called to service Pres. Ozawa countless times. One time she was practicing a routine with her members when she suddenly received a message from him. "Got a meeting, be under my desk in 5 minutes, we'll be arriving around 10," he said.

Nayeon rolls her eyes at the message, annoyed at the interruption. "Again?" she thinks to herself, already dreading what's to come. But she knows better than to disobey him, so she quickly excuses herself from the practice and makes her way to his office.

Nayeon arrives early, slipping off her heels and leaving only her toes peeking out from under the desk. She knows that being comfortable is important if she wants to do her job well.

As Pres. Ozawa begins the meeting, Nayeon silently opens his zipper and takes his cock into her mouth.

She let out a muffled moan as she began to work her tongue and lips expertly around Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him deep into her mouth.

Her lips form an airtight seal around his shaft, and she uses her tongue to swirl around the tip, teasing him relentlessly.

"Ummphh... mmmphh..." Nayeon moans, the sound of her voice muffled by his cock. She uses her hands to stroke him as she sucks, her fingers moving up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. Pres. Ozawa's hand gripped her hair, guiding her movements. She could feel his cock growing harder and harder in her mouth, and she knew that he was close.

With her toes curling in anticipation, Nayeon took Pres. Ozawa deep into her mouth, using her hand to stroke the base of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him in and out of her mouth, and she could hear Pres. Ozawa's breathing growing more ragged.

She swallowed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She could feel his cock twitching, and she knew that he was about to cum.

Suddenly, Nayeon changed her technique, using her tongue to circle around the head of Pres. Ozawa's cock while she continued to suck him off.

Finally, he let out a low silent growl, and Nayeon made more muffled sounds as she felt his hot cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop, and let out a satisfied moan.

Despite the fact that Pres. Ozawa came quickly, the meeting lasts for another two hours, during which he remained hard. "I can't believe his stamina," she thinks to herself, feeling his cock twitching in her mouth as she continues to pleasure him. "But I need to keep him satisfied."

Nayeon uses every technique at her disposal to pleasure him. She deepthroats him, uses her tongue to flick the underside of his tip, and massages his balls with her fingers. She brings him to climax two more times before the meeting finally ended.

As every other executive egghead left the room, Nayeon slipped her heels back on and emerged from under the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Later that week, as Nayeon was on her way to the bathroom, Jihyo called out to her. "Nayeonnie, where are you going?" she asked, her voice curious.

Nayeon froze for a moment, feeling a sense of panic. She couldn't let Jihyo know what she had been doing with one of the top execs of the company.

"I just need to use the restroom," Nayeon said, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back."

Nayeon walks into the men's bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation. She sees Pres. Ozawa waiting for her in one of the stalls, his cock already out and erect. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Nayeon, my dear," Pres. Ozawa says, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. "Come here and service me."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She walks over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor. "Yes, sir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she squats on her heels in front of him, her legs spread wide apart to give her better balance. She can hear the sounds of men using the bathroom outside the stalls, which only adds to her excitement. "I can't believe I'm doing this with other men just outside the stall," she thinks to herself, feeling a thrill run through her.

When Pres. Ozawa saw Nayeon squatting on her heels, he let out a low growl of desire. "Fuck, Nayeon," he said, his voice husky. "You look so fucking hot like that."

Nayeon started to suck him off, her fingers working expertly on his cock. At the same time, she can't resist the urge to touch herself, rubbing her clit with her free hand. The pleasure she feels is intense, and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second.

"Oh god, this feels so good," she thinks to herself, trying to stifle her moans. "I can't believe I'm touching myself in a public bathroom like this. But I can't help it, it's just too hot."

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her desire building with each passing moment.

Pres. Ozawa grips her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it, Nayeon, mmmmm~ You're doing such a good job..."

Nayeon feels a sense of pride at his words, knowing that she's pleasing him. She continues to suck and stroke him, feeling the pleasure building inside her. The sounds of men outside the stall only fuel her desire, and she can't help but wonder if they can hear her moans.

As Nayeon continues servicing Ozawa, she hears the sound of the men zipping up their pants and leaving the restroom.

Man 1: "Did you see her? That Nayeon chick is so hot. I bet she's amazing in bed."

Man 2: "Yeah, I would love to get a piece of that. I can only imagine what it would be like to have those dick sucking lips wrapped around my cock."

Holy shit, they're really fantasizing about me.

As Nayeon brings Pres. Ozawa closer to climax, she can feel him throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. She focuses on his pleasure, using all her skills to bring him to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulls her away from him. "Not yet," he says, his voice stern. "I want to see you cum first."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she can't deny the excitement that she feels at his command. She uses her fingers to rub her clit, feeling the wetness between her legs. She moans softly, feeling the pleasure building inside her. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's eyes on her, watching her every movement.

"Oh god, I'm so close," she thinks to herself, struggling to stifle her moans. "I can't let anyone hear me, but it feels so good. I can't stop now."

As Nayeon's orgasm hits her, she struggles to keep her moans quiet. Her entire body shakes with a shudder. She feels the pleasure coursing through her body, and she can't help but let out a soft gasp. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's hand on her head, guiding her back to his cock. She takes him back into her mouth, feeling his cock twitching with pleasure.

Finally, Pres. Ozawa lets out a low growl. He groaned above her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. "I'm gonna cum," he said, his voice strained.

Nayeon feels his hot cum flooding her mouth. She eagerly swallows it down, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With her mouth still full, she opens her mouth to show him his load, before swallowing it down with a gulp.

"Tank yew, shir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, the cum making her words slurred. "I'll do whatevah it takes to please yew~"

She then stood up, her legs trembling slightly from squatting on her heels for so long. She fixed her appearance and left the stall, waiting until there was no one in the bathroom before walking out

In another occasion, Pres. Ozawa messages Nayeon again with urgency, "Need to cum toilet. NOW." Nayeon quickly reads the message, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness at the same time. But then she sees the time and realizes that she's just about to eat lunch with her members.

Her heart races as she reads the message. She can't believe that Pres. Ozawa wants her again. The thrill of being used like a cum toilet by the most powerful man in the company makes her pussy drenching wet with desire. She replies, "What? Now? I'm just about to eat lunch with my members."

Pres. Ozawa replies, "Fine, wait for me outside."

As she waits outside, her mind is racing with thoughts of what's about to happen. She knows that this is risky, but the thought of being caught by her members only makes it more exciting.

When Pres. Ozawa arrives, he urges her to kneel. However, unlike their previous encounters, he presents his ass to her. "Well?" he says, his voice low and commanding. "What are you waiting for?"

On the outside, Nayeon fights as she physically wretches, but says nothing. On the inside, her thoughts are screaming with disgust.

"Oh my god, he wants me to do what? That's so gross. I can't believe he would even ask me to do that. But if I don't, who knows what he'll do."

She hesitates, unsure of what to do next. But when Ozawa wiggles his ass impatiently, she knows she has no choice.

With a deep breath, she reluctantly gives a hesitant lick to his asshole. The taste and smell of him fills her senses, making her gag and almost pull away.

"Oh god, the taste and smell are so overpowering. It's like the smell of sweaty gym socks mixed with the taste of something rotten. I don't know if I can handle this. But I have to, for him."

As she continues to lick his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him becomes more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by this. The taste and smell are becoming more tolerable, even enjoyable. What's happening to me?"

She can hear the sounds of her members chatting and laughing just a few feet away, and the danger only adds to her arousal.

Then, in a burst of movement, Pres. Ozawa grabs her head and grinds against her face, pressing it hard against the wall.

Nayeon's eyes widen as her heart races with a mix of excitement and fear.

"Oh my god, he's grinding against my face so hard. And the wall is so rough against my skull. Bleh~ The taste and smell are so overwhelming, I feel like I might pass out. But I have to keep going, I can't disappoint him."

As she continues to rim his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him become more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand. He's so turned on by this. And I'm getting turned on too. What's happening to me?"

Suddenly, as he reaches his climax, he turns around and aims at her face, covering her entire face with his cum.

"Oh my fuck, he just came all over my face. What the fuck am I gonna do if the others see me like this? I need to clean up quickly and act like nothing happened."

Ozawa zips up his pants and says, "Come by my office tomorrow. We'll be discussing your solo more... intimately," he said with a grin as he sauntered off. "Oh, and wear the alcohol-free outfit again, it's my favorite," he added, causing Nayeon's face to turn an even deeper shade of red.

As she made her way back to her group, Nayeon's thoughts were in turmoil. "Why am I feeling this way?" she thought to herself. "Why is my body reacting so much to being used as a cum toilet?"

Nayeon felt a shiver run down her spine as she anticipated another day of face fucking tomorrow.

She does her best to clean up, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But as she tries to sneak back to her members, her heart stops when she is stopped by Sana. "Unnie, wait. You have yogurt on your chin," Sana says, wiping the substances with her fingers and licking them off. Nayeon's face flushes with embarrassment as Sana swipes it with her fingers and sucks on it. "Mmm~ delicious," Sana says with a wink, making Nayeon's face turn bright red upon realizing what Sana had just tasted.

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Working at the Dawn Winery was a dream. The grounds were absolutely beautiful, the staff were nice and extremely helpful. The estate was stunning, the interior decadently fitted with dark woods and ornate decorations. The Lord of the House - Archons, you couldn't even think of his name without your tummy turning. Diluc Ragnvindr, eldest son to the estate, ruler of the wine tycoon, Nobleman, swordsman, bartender and the man that had captured your heart.

It was a wonder you even landed a job like this. You were well versed in the world of the Ragnvindr's - so to speak. You were once a maid for the Knights of Favonius, seen pittering around the halls of the establishment, cleaning products in hand. You were often assigned to Captain Kaeya's office, not that he kept it messy, just there to prevent dust and grime from sneaking its way into the room. That man was the bane of your existence, always a tease, a flirt, a drunk - a pain in the ass. He somehow knew of this little crush you had on his brother, the bantering was endless. But credit to him, he put in a good word for you and one thing led to another. Here you stand at the door, uniform on, tea in hand and ready to go.

You rap your knuckles on the wooden door, knocking a short tune and entering when you hear a curt 'Come in.' Behind it reveals a study, cluttered in books, papers, a sofa to the wall and a large mahogany desk right in the middle of the room. There sits the man of the hour, Diluc. Your body works overtime to keep the silver tray in your hands steady - pull it together, he's your boss.

"The tea you requested, Sir." You struggle to make eye contact, how can a man be so pretty?

"Thank you, [Name]" He smiles politely, turning towards you and nodding a small gesture of appreciation. He knows your name. Your heart trembles, fluttering in your chest. You bow, quick to continue your maidly duties, swiftly dusting off the heavy, hardcover books that lined his study.

"Ah.. [Name]" You hear him call. Oh Archons, you did something wrong. One day in and you've ruined it. You take a big breath before turning to face him. You were a big girl. It was going to be okay.

"This tea is really lovely.. You did a good job." He toasts the air with his cup before taking a sip, returning to the mountain of paperwork sprawled over his desk. Your chest swells with pride, bubbling with all sorts of fizzley feelings. You excuse yourself from the office, off to continue your duties, not before the Young Master waves you off with a soft smile. You shut the heavy door and lean against it for a moment, nearly squealing into your feather duster, promptly coaxing a loud sneeze out of you. You hoped no one heard that.

It continues on - Your interactions with Diluc. He sends you the sweetest smiles when you bring him treats during the day, praising your baking skills when you reveal that you made them yourself.

"I ought to commission you to bake for the Tavern.. You're a great cook," He gives a side smile before biting into the sweet treat. Diluc makes a happy sound, eyes closed and head tilted as he chews. Your heart does that thing again - It makes your chest feel light, throat feel tight and your legs all wobbly.

And again - You had changed out of your working uniform, no longer clad in the pretty frilly apron provided to you. Dressed up, ready for a night on the town with your friends. Nothing too crazy, maybe a visit to the Cat's Tail to have a snuggle with some Kittens. You're halfway out of the estate when you realize you had forgotten a crucial item - Your coin purse. The way in which your eyes widen and the not-so-elegant spin you make towards the Winery would have been comical - If anyone had been watching. You hastily make your way through the Winery doors, making a beeline for where your personal belongings were stashed during the day. You find what you were looking for and make a swift exit. But not before nearly barging into your poor boss.

"Ah- [Name], oh.. You look really lovely, heading into the city?" He smiles, arms crossed against his chest. You nod and briefly tell him of your plans before excusing yourself. You were sure your face was the colour of a sunsettia. You were sure you were going to faint if this kept up.

"You look so pretty like this," Diluc muses gently, carding his fingers through your hair while you swallow around his length. Archons there it is again, that fluttery shiver in your tummy. You hear the scratch of pen upon paper above you, Diluc works through the last of his paperwork you always saw plastered over his desk. You couldn't recall how you got here, but you couldn't care. He caresses your face softly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He touches you so tenderly, purposely, with care and ease as if you had been lovers for an eternity already. You sigh blissfully on his thick cock, taking him sweetly down your throat, swallowing around his plushy soft tip. Your nose nestles into his pelvis, lips kissing at the base of his length.

"Gods… You're perfect.." He nearly groans, his fingers dig sweetly into the back of your neck, massaging into your hairline. You keen into him, moaning airily on his cock, swirling your tongue around his length as you take him in. His sweet praise makes your tummy swirl, you nearly beam at him, heart full and proud that you were pleasing him.

You pull back on him, suckling sweetly at the soft pink head of his cock, swirling your tongue around his velvety tip. You hear his pen clutter on to the desk above, accompanied with a short profanity. Both of his hands are on you now, holding your face and neck, cradling your head in his palm.

"Such a sweetheart.. Treating me so well.. doing such a good job." Diluc breathes. His words go to your head, they toy with your heart and make you ditzy on his cock. You pop off of his length with a soft squeeze of your lips, earning a little whine from the man above. You kiss at his cock, leaving spitty wet kisses on his velvety tip. Your eyes make contact with his, deep pools of hot lava melt into your pretty gaze. He drags his thumb across your spit swollen lips, thumbing into the corner of your mouth, pressing it sweetly against your tongue. His fingers caress your face lovingly, curling behind your ear in a soft drag. Your tummy flips and aches, dripping sweet arousal into your panties. Diluc openly sighs, a hint of his voice trickles through his throat.

"How can you be so gorgeous?" He breathes, slipping his thumb from your lips, not before you press a kiss to his finger tip. He couldn't help but lick your sweet spit off of his thumb, humming a soft groan as he wraps his lips around the wet tip of his finger. You give a sweet whimper at the sight of him, heart nearly busting out of your chest with a flutter. You kiss your lips around his flushed head, sinking back down on his aching cock. You bob your head up and down his thick length, taking him in with an earnest feeling, a strong desire to give back the sweet kindness he had shown to you.

"Gods.. Making me feel so good.. My good girl.. My [Name]" Diluc babbles, petting your hair, his praise is soft, full and swelling with adoration. His hands find their way back into your hair, threading through the strands, massaging your scalp. He humps short little thrusts into your throat, relishing in the soft vibrations of your keening moans around his length.

"Never want you to stop.. all I need is you-" His voice strains deliciously. It all goes to your head, his sweet syrupy words set your body on fire. A shiver runs down your spine, flashing and fizzing like water on hot coals, earning Diluc a sweet and pliant darling in his lap. The aforementioned man groans softly, eyes never leaving yours as you swirl your tongue up and down his thick cock.

"Getting.. getting close Darling, 'gonna… Your pretty mouth is 'gonna… Send me over the edge..!" His face burns red at his own words, ears tipped pink and lips bitten raw. You're eager to swallow him down, take him deep and prove that you are what his sweet words say. You feel his fingers tighten slightly on your hair, balling your hair into a gentle fist. His hips stutter sloppily, fucking back into your awaiting mouth with careful, soft thrusts. He babbles sweet praises as he reaches his peak, cradling your cheek, telling you just how good of a job you were doing.

"Cumming-! M'comming~!... so pretty for me.. Treating me so sweetly- ought to treat you- for your good work~" He luls his head side to side, prattling on and on in a pretty whimpery voice. His hips still, his hand pushes your head down. Diluc groans out, thumbing at your cheek as he shoots his thick, milky cum down your eager throat. He babbles again, nearly deluded from just your lips alone, spouting sweet nonsense into the air of the room.

Carefully, you come off of his cock with a sweet wet pop. He beckons you up, patting his thighs with his strong palms. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap, faces nearly touching, breath huffed and hot. He urges your arms to wrap around his neck, just as his arms cradle your waist. He kisses against your lips, capturing them in a searing, tender lock. His warm tongue licks into your mouth and he keens a soft moan, his voice vibrating on your lips. You tug at his hair and squeeze his lap with your thighs, your arousal was surely staining the front of his pants. Diluc pulls away with a heaving breath, thumbing at the soft swell of your bottom lip.

"Darling.. Pretty lips taste so sweet on my tongue… Can only imagine the rest of you.."

Your tummy flutters and spins as he pulls you back into his lips, warm and wet with spit. Working at the Dawn Winery really was a dream.

Confident Diluc thay knows what he desErves >>>> 😤

Im sorry if he's occ idc idccccc he's just <3 also I wrote this in public I am so sorry if it isn't my best work-

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Blessed Heir of the Abyss (Abyssal Prince Childe x Reader) Part 3

Synopsis: After centuries of conflict, Teyvat and the Abyss are attempting to make peace with one another. To solidify new alliances and let go of past grudges, the Abyssal Prince Tartaglia will choose a spouse from the people above to rule over the Abyss with him.

That spouse happens to be you, an ordinary, Visionless citizen of Liyue.

Chapter Two: The Librarian

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Warnings: Mentions of crying, Abyss Heralds and Lectors still hate you (with exceptions), Childe is still mean, allusions to getting sick at the end, mentions of fear, bad Latin (I used a translator), SLOW BURN

~ * ~ You wake to several sharp raps on your door, heart pounding wildly. The sheets on your bed are cold, tangled around your legs as if they’re trying to trap you, keep you in place and drown you in the realm of dreams and nightmares. It’s tempting to fall asleep forever, if it means you can escape the icy confines of your fate. With a tired exhale you push aside the twisted blankets, shivering when your feet touch the gleaming floor- uncarpeted, it shines in the dim light; no expense spared for the Royal Abyssal Palace. The castle must have a name. All magnificent structures do- at least, they do back in Teyvat. But you’re not in Teyvat anymore, you’re underneath, in a strange land of ruins and starlight. The knocking increases in volume and irritation, and hastily you pull on the coat you brought and push open the door. An Abyss Herald looms before you, somehow both looking extraordinarily annoyed and superior despite his inhuman features, and you instinctively back away, blood running cold. “You are late,” the Herald growls, and you swallow thickly, fear gumming up and clogging your throat. “L-Late for what?” The Herald clicks his tongue at your ignorance, claws curled in an effort to remain calm. “Breakfast. As the Prince’s spouse, you’re expected to join him every morning.” “I didn’t know-” “Clearly. Perhaps you should pay more attention to your surroundings.” The Herald’s frigid tone makes you wince, and with another mumbled apology you retreat into your room, turning towards the grand wardrobe in the corner. It looks dull compared to the crystal and porcelain of everything else- yet you know it’s one of the most prized objects in the entire room, for where does wood grow and flourish in the Abyss? And when you pull open the doors, a gasp slips from your mouth at the sight of clothes lining the racks, neatly folded or suspended on hangers, in exactly your size. The designs and shapes are elegant, glittering with tiny stars and gems, fit for royalty.

Not you. Nervously you gulp, intimidated by the rich cloth. But the fabric is carefully woven, warm yet silky to the touch, and the Abyss has been nothing but cold to you, so you pick the least embroidered of the clothes and quickly don them, the air still making your skin prick with chill. A glance in the mirror hanging on the wall tells that you’re presentable- tired-looking, but presentable. The Herald’s still waiting when you open the door, only paying you a single disdainful glance before striding down the hall, waving for you to follow him. Every one of his steps is three of yours and you jog to keep up, shoes tapping quietly on the polished floor. You continuously turn corner after corner, passing room after room, in awe at just how big the palace really is- the Jade Chamber- no, all of Liyue Harbor- is incomparable to its size and level of grandeur, as even the pathway to the dining hall is enormous and gleams with inset gems and gold. The doors smoothly slide open at the Herald’s command, yet still the room falls silent when you enter, the chatter of Lectors and Mages hushing as they all turn to stare at you, nothing but judgment in their gazes. They line the walls, creating a path down the center of the hall for you and you alone, and at the end awaits a small table; two chairs, and one Prince. His Royal Highness Tartaglia watches you from his seat, dull eyes bored and lethargic as he drums his fingers slowly on the tabletop. Tap. Tap. Tap. You’re not sure if the sound is from your footsteps or his nails on wood- either way, it’s too loud. Quietly you sit in the other chair, back stiff and upright, posture Zhongli would be proud of. Your hands twist and wring in your lap as you focus on breathing in and out, slow and steady, despite how your chest attempts to tighten and choke you at the feeling of dozens of eyes boring into you. The Prince waves his hand towards the Court, jeweled ornaments on his clothes making small clinking sounds, and the Abyssal creatures obediently file out of the room, doors swiftly whisking shut, leaving you alone with your husband-to-be. Or perhaps he’s already your husband, you becoming his betrothed the moment he selected you from the crowd. You absentmindedly pick at the corners of your nails and stare at your hands, not daring to look up at the Prince, and he returns the favor by focusing on his breakfast as if you’re not even there. He eats and you only tense further, the silence hanging over you like a thick, suffocating fog. “Why haven’t you eaten?” You start violently, head snapping towards Prince Tartaglia. He’s stopped eating, hand still elegantly grasping his fork, and instead he stares at you with the barest hint of concern in his azure eyes. No- not concern, curiosity. A sick, simple desire to know why, nothing more, nothing less, and you swallow thickly. “I’m not hungry, Your Highness,” you reply, lacing your fingers together, horribly aware of how his deadened gaze burns into your head, through your skin and bones until he can see right through you and hold all your secrets in one hand. “Hmm…” He downs his drink until it’s nearly gone, a trickle swirling in the bottom of his crystal glass. “I suppose because you showed your face after all, I should inform you of this castle’s rules.” Tartaglia glances and arches a brow at you, still scratching at your fingers. “The first rule is to look at me when I’m talking to you.” You flinch and look up so quickly you feel your joints pop, the ghost of a smirk dancing on the Prince’s face before fading away again. “The second rule,” he begins, leaning back into the cushions of his chair. “Is to not disturb me in the later hours of the day.” You nod stiffly, as you weren’t planning on bothering him ever. “And lastly… see those doors?” He tilts his head towards a grand opening, locked shut by the pair of ornate, hand carved doors with pointed stars on the handles. “Those lead outside. You are not to go through them, ever.” Your blood runs cold. “Your Highness… what do you mean-” “The palace will provide everything you need. There is no reason for you to go outside.” “But what if I need to go back to Teyvat?! Visit home?” You exclaim, rising to your feet, and Tartaglia stands to meet you, a cool, icy glare on his face. Instinctively you take a step back, chills going down your spine. “Teyvat is your home no longer, don’t you remember? You are my spouse, and will go where I go, and my domain is the Abyss.” Idly he swirls the water in his glass. “You were given to me as a gift, so here you shall remain, even if my contract with Liyue becomes null.” The liquid he drinks is blood-red in the light, and your eyes widen with horror as he drains the cup and leaves without another word, cloak swishing in some unseen wind. The moment the doors close you sink to your knees, tears pricking and sliding down your cheeks as the walls close in on you, the bars of a crystalline cage. “Your Highness- Ah… is this a bad time, perhaps?” You jolt at the soft voice, glancing up at the Pyro Lector floating in the center of the room. He seems almost awkward, looking from you to the exit and back again, and hastily you scrub your face and shake your head. “N-no! Not at all, I’m fine- Wait. I recognize you…” Blinking, you furrow your brows. “You’re the Pyro Lector who took me to my room yesterday.” “You remember!” You’ve never seen an Abyss Lector beam in delight, but it’s certainly a curious sight as he smiles widely. “Forgive me for not introducing myself- I am called Enjou, Your Highness.” The Lector- Enjou- bows deeply, and you’re quick to bow in return, confusion washing over your being. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir Enjou…” “Please, no Sirs and Madams here, Your Highness! There’s already so much formality around here, anyways.” “Oh…” A small smile spreads across your face, a spark of mischief glowing like rising embers. “Then… you don’t have to call me “Your Highness”, either. Just use my name, please.” Your voice cracks slightly at the end, and you clear your throat. Enjou hums, nodding curiously. “Does the title of royalty displease you?” You exhale shakily, shoulders slumping. “I’m not sure… this place is beautiful, but it’s so cold and hollow. I miss my friends and the Harbor and the sun, and the walks Zhongli and I would take together. I miss Hu Tao and the way she would pop up out of the blue, like a sneaky little ghost. I miss my little house and the pen I used to write and the soft blankets- and I- I just want to go home.” Words spill out, one after another until you’re sitting on the ground, face buried in your knees and Enjou quietly patting your back. The Lector says nothing, merely offering you a warm presence to lean against as you hiccup and sob, crying yourself dry of any tears. Finally you sniff, wiping your cheeks and under your eyes- certainly you must look like a mess, but Enjou gracefully says nothing of it. “Enjou, you’re… different from the other, er, people here.” He laughs, glowing a soft orange. “I have been seen as slightly odd compared to my peers- perhaps they think me to be “too casual”.” With a single movement he stands, a hand on your shoulder to bring you with him. “If you have the time, there’s something that might cheer you up a bit- I think you’ll quite like it.” The Lector guides you down the hall, matching his pace to yours as you walk, never more than an arm’s length ahead of you. The palace is still cold, a chill settling in your bones, but somehow Enjou’s aura soothes your rattled nerves, casting a warm glow on the otherwise cool and polished walls and keeping up idle conversation the entire journey. It’s easy to talk to him, you realize- easy as blinking, and he seems eager to chat with you as well, a stark contrast from the revolted glances received by the rest of the Abyssal Court. “Ah, here we are!” Enjou ushers you into a room and you let out an awestruck gasp, for lining every wall and nook and cranny are shelves upon shelves of books. Scrolls and scriptures old and new, books the size of your hand and as tall as Enjou, and journals embossed with gold and tiny locks. You turn towards the Lector, eyes blown wide with amazement, muffling your laugh at the sight of him taking out a pair of rectangular glasses and setting them on his face with pride. “Welcome to my workplace!” He spreads his arms with a flourish, striding around the room. “In terms of the Court, I hold the title of Chief Archivist, Keeper of the Tomes and Organizer of Celestial Knowledge." Enjou winks, a mischievous smile on his pointed face. “Or, if you’re more sensible, I am a Librarian.” The small laugh you’ve been holding in slips out as you take his extended hand, the tips of his claws pressing carefully into your skin. “Not one for fancy titles either, huh?” “Well, not ones that are complex and redundant!” With the flair of a tour guide he turns on his heel, almost dragging you down the aisles in his excitement. “Even so- this is my favorite spot in the entire palace. I spend more time here than in my actual room.” Enjou runs his fingers along the books’ spines, touch feather-light. “And you are more than welcome to visit me whenever you’d like.” You blink, fingers winding around the front of your shirt in daring, fleeting hope. “Really? I can come… here?” Your head cranes back to stare at the ceiling, an artful symphony of swirling gold filigree and mysterious constellations. “Certainly, I’d be more than happy to have your company! And besides,” Enjou kneels, dipping his head to your height. “You are royalty now, and as such you can go wherever you wish in this place.” Your cheeks grow warm in embarrassment at Enjou’s bow, and your gaze trails back down to your fingers, twisted into knots. “Then… I’d like to stay here for a little bit. If that’s alright.” It’s difficult to keep your voice from wavering as you straighten your shoulders, but a smile tugs at your lips when Enjou claps in delight. “Wonderful! I’ll fetch a lamp- humans can’t see well in the dark, if I recall correctly.” The Pyro Lector floats off to scrounge up a light, a little floating star in a glass case to illuminate the way for your weak mortal eyes. When he returns you’re already immersed in a book- The Kingdom of Fallen Light, a History- a wobbly, but genuine smile on your face for the first time in days. It’s late. Too late- you should be asleep right now in your room; that glittering, gilded prison. Yet you simply yawn and turn another page, idly tracing the elegant script with your fingertips. Porta Abyssi Stellarum- The Gateway of Abyssal Stars; the Royal Abyssal Palace. That’s what it’s called, standing alone in the gloom as a shining beacon. The Abyssal people must trust their Prince wholeheartedly- your brows furrow slightly. A carefully crafted breeze ruffles the parchment, your little celestial lamp bobbing up and down as you shiver, the cold air sending chills down your back. You’re too warm. You’re too cold. Your head hurts, and you pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers and sigh. It echoes in the Library, the lack of Enjou’s muttering being filled in by heavy silence. Another page flips, a quiet rumbling in the distance reaching your ears, something clicking on the floor like drops of water. In your exhaustion you don’t notice, only continuing to pore over the book on the table, eyes scratchy and aching. The star-lamp flickers feebly, valiantly trying to provide a few more minutes of light for you. You cough once, then twice, lungs expanding and contracting painfully, and the thumping in your head grows steadily louder. Suddenly it vanishes, leaving a high-pitched ringing that drowns out everything else, and the back of your neck prickles in quiet, dreading fear. Something breathes, then growls behind you, terribly familiar. The star in its glass seal flares one final time, then extinguishes, and you’re plunged into darkness.

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shhimagiraffe · 3 months

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Fantasy High + Pokemon

I was inspired by @candaceaprillee and their art that they made for Hootgrowlithe zine! I had to go all in and make their teams, based off everything that's been released as of FHJY episode 3. There have been more episodes by this point but nothing that has happened since has influenced any changes!

Gang, I thought about this a lot...this is a lengthy post. This genius simply couldn't be contained. There are some that are based on vibes, and some that I dug a little deeper with Pokedex entries. Rest assured my explanations should suffice my reasoning! These Pokemon are not in any particular order btw!!

Adaine

Adaine's team is just Peak Blue/cool color Vibes. Was not intentional! I picked a lot of spherical shapes and mon that happen to exude calming energy/auras. I do think that, for now, Adaine keeps her Orb Pokemon from evolving because they're the perfect shape.

Spheal - Spheal is the perfect orb shaped Pokemon. I could not leave it out of the line up. Additionally, Spheals have soft fur and I think when Adaine's having a panic attack that soft fur would be good for grounding. As Spheal evolves it also learns to "identify" things with its sensitive nose, reminiscent of the Identify Spell.

Natu - Another phenomenal orb. While it's no owl, it will evolve into a psychic, fortune telling mon some day. It does have prophetic abilities in this version, but it seems to be more about hopping about and staring at things. Something about that feels right for Adaine.

Gardevoir - Admittedly, Gardevoir did not initially make my list for Adaine. I did get to thinking that since Adaine comes from an extremely rich family (albeit a neglectful one), her parents would want to give her a fancy mon to exert her status. I don't know if they'd give her a straight up Gardevoir as a kid, but in any case the whole line up is fairy/psychic; I thought since the Abernants are high elves that they would lean towards fairy type Pokemon to link back to their heritage. In any case! Gardevoir ALSO reads the future!

Dragonair - Dragonairs have that blue orb in them, plus they exude a "gentle aura," again another helpful thing for Adaine. They're also part of a pseudo legendary line, which is a great match for our legendary oracle. There's something very elegant about Dragonair, and it evolves into a cute lovey Dragonite!!!

Riolu - I originally gave Adaine a fully evolved Lucario, but given that Riolu evolves with high friendship, I don't know if Adaine would be emotionally ready for that. It still gets the same vibes across with being able to detect auras of others. I'm HC'ing that she got her Riolu as part of an official Welcome to the Family gift from Jawbone :') Riolu is basically an emotional support dog, after all.

Feebas - :) Gang :) I'm taking some liberties here. Wouldn't it be angsty and sad if we envision small Adaine, sad and alone, ignored and chastised by her family, off on her own and happens upon a sad little Feebas? And finds comradery in this lil fish that's considered the ugliest thing in the world? She brings home her very first mon she caught herself and her family tears her to shreds for it but she still loves this mon with a bad rap? I'm obsessed.

Fabian

Fabian's mon consist of a mix of fighting types, dancing vibes, and trauma based dex entries! That's really all I can say so summarize his team. I'm sorry to my boy but he's so fun to play in the angst space with.

Lombre - My HC is that Bill Seacaster gave Fabian his first Pokemon, maybe as a small Lotad. Lombre, in the anime, is one of Ash's mon that gave him a hard time, and I think that Fabian would have at least one mon that wouldn't completely respect him in the same way. Once Fabian sheds the expectations of his father, then Lombre accepts him and their relationship blooms! Bonus points! Lombre evolves into Ludicolo, a dancing Pokemon!

Cubone - This is my biggest brain idea. Cubone's whole thing is abandonment because of his mother dying. While Fabian's mother is not dead, she might as well be since she's off traveling with Gilear. Even before then! She was emotionally absent in his life. Sure the skull could be from his literal dead father THAT HE KILLED...there's just something about the mother/son relationship (or lack thereof) that's *chef's kiss*

Hitmontop - This Pokemon is purely fighter, but he's got sick dance moves and if this isn't the Pokemon version of Fabian I don't know what is.

Kirlia - Sigh. Okay. So. The dancing theme is obvious. Unfortunately, I think Fabian would be the kind of guy that would sexualize Kirlia's evolution, Gardevoir. I could only hope that he wouldn't fall in love with his mon but JY Fabian has me fucked up with his character development. I originally gave Fabian Kirlia before I gave Adaine her Gardevoir, so I think he'd probably go with Gallade for his evolution? I do think that this mon, whatever happens, would knock some sense into Fabian like Brock's mon do in the anime, hehe!

Bisharp - Bisharp reflects Fabian's initial work with swordfighting and fencing. Its description about leading groups of its unevolved form plus getting kicked out if it loses a battle to become boss.....gives me Fabian's Very Bad No Good Day on Leviathan vibes to me.

Absol - Absol's deal is that it is something of an unlucky charm -- but it can actually warn people of incoming dangers. I truly think Fabian needs a creature like that in his life. He probably wouldn't know how to interact with a mon such as this, but I believe in him.

Fig

Fig's team consists of fire types, music based designs, and illusion/trickery Pokemon. I'm realizing that I'm HC'ing that a lot of Fig's mon evolved with her around the time that she learned she's actually a tiefling. I borrowed that idea from Candace, particularly with Houndoom!

Jigglypuff - Jigglypuff is SUCH a match for Figueroth Faeth, I'm talking pre-campaign Fig. It's cute, it's bubbly, and is fully capable of being a menace. Fig would absolutely egg on her mon to do something like, I don't know, marking up their sleeping audience out of anger. Plus it's a singer so it could be a cute lil back up singer for Fig! Jiggly is also sweet and fitting for Fig because it evolves through high friendship. I know that Fig says she keeps her emotions wrapped up but miss thing would absoLUTELY have best friendships with her mon.

Loudred - Loudred feels right for Fig, especially if we assume that Fig started with Whismur, this shy timid lil pink first evolution that has a piercing scream. It's basically a big speaker as well (even though it would not be ideal for a concert with it being able to level houses...Fig would probably love that though) It is a pretty destructive Pokemon, but if it gets to evolve it'll mellow out some. I don't know Fig will ever truly mellow out, but who knows! Anything's possible!

Salazzle - Salazzle's deal is that she emits pheromones that attract males which I think goes well with Fig's penchant for flirting with random guys. Maybe Fig found her Salazzle while in Hell and wasn't an initial part of her team, as they are found in volcanoes and other craggy places. She's also generally cunt and Fig deserves a member like that on her team :)

Zoroark - I love Zoroark for Fig as it is an illusion based Pokemon that is extremely loyal to those that have good bonds with them (I'm being liberal with this, they're more loyal to other Zoroarks but I think Fig's would see her on the same level). It can transform itself and makes large crowds believe their illusion. It just matches Fig's vibes!!! Could I go into how its first evolution, Zorua, transforms itself to protect itself from danger and that parallel with Fig's transformations to protect her emotional state?? Sure, but y'all get the point.

Houndoom - Houndoom is a given for Fig. It's a demon fire dog. For our tiefling archdevil that occasionally shifts into German Shepherd mode? Yeah, nuff said.

Shelgon - Shelgon's line is based on being so determined and literally head strong to get what they want. There's the obvious trait we see here, which is that hard shell that Fig often comments on. Both creatures are reorganizing their cells to better reflect their true/ideal selves. Plus Shelgon turns into a dope dragon and I wouldn't put it past Fig to love that for herself and her Pokemon.

Gorgug

Gorgug's mon are a majority grass/bug based, which I think works with how he grew up with the Thistlesprings in the tree. I gave him two "new" members of his party to reflect his artificer second class. Pretty much all of them could work for both of his classes!

Timburr - Timburr's a cute lil guy that absolutely would start out with Gorgug training to be a barbarian and turn into a lil helper with Gorgug's artificer tinkering. Should Timburr be more evolved than its base form? Yes. Do I think the rest of the line is ugly? Also yes. Sorry about it.

Roselia - I needed to reference Gorgug's very sweet tin flower in some way!!! If taken care of, and we know our boy would absolutely would, it releases a calming scent. Maybe this scent helps calm down Gorgug before he enters a rag e outside of battle, or just to help him relieve anxiety at the end of the day.

Rillaboom - Gorgug 100% would have first gotten its first evolution, Grookey, as his first mon. It'd fit in perfectly with the tree, plus it's whole line is about drumming and rhythm!!! What more can you ask of a mon?

Heracross - I think Heracross is Cute. And strong to boot! For a long time, it's the only one that can keep up with Gorgug as far as strength goes. It's described as docile unless it's disturbed while eating honey; a great match for our sweet barbarian!

Rookidee - I'll be so honest, this choice was based off Cloaca Chloe. I originally gave him Beldum, which is literally a hunk of steel. But I thought about it some more, especially with Chloe being a metal bird, and how could I *not* pick a Pokemon that eventually turns into this giant badass steel/flying type Corviknight? Plus, this mon is bold and always up to the challenge of fighting. What better for a creation that goes "I SUCK" all the time unprovoked?

Tinkatuff - I think that Gorgug found this mon while in the Nightmare Forest, or perhaps right outside of it scared and alone. She's figuring out tinkering along with Gorgug and I know this giant/tiny duo would kick so much ass. Will Tinkatuff end up wanting to fight Rookidee all the time? ...Maybe, but I'm sure Gorgug will find some kind of solution for that to be chill with each other.

Kristen

I had the hardest time with Kristen, because I can't really pin down her personality and ideals in Pokemon. I think it's because she doesn't know who she is currently. I love Kristen, but most of these mon are a read on her.

Bellossom - Bellossom is one of the handful of Pokemon out there that has the healer ability! It could certainly be the final evolution of a mon Kristen could have had as a cleric of Helio, Oddish. Also, picturing Kristen and Bellossom doing ribbon dances together? That'd be cute as hell.

Cosmog - Cosmog is veeeeery Cassandra to me. It's a borderline legendary Pokemon. It is characterized as taking an immediate liking to anyone who gives it the time of day. Something about the frailty of this mon reminds me of Kristen's current god. And if any of The Bad Kids were going to have a legendary mon, it'd be Kristen. Given episode 4, we might be looking at an evolution soon...

Psyduck - Psyduck is constantly plagued with headaches that makes it constantly confused! While Kristen doesn't get the headaches she doesn't necessarily quite know what's going on and why she does certain things. It looks like this season she's on the ball with battles though so we'll see! I'm also thinking of Misty's Psyduck and how she treated hers...while I don't think Kristen would get pissed off with her Psyduck, I think she wouldn't see its value in her party all the time.

Eevee - The beauty with Eevee is that it simply could be anything depending on its environment. I think, if anything, this mon most reflects her current religion with Cassandra in that nothing is set in stone and that's okay.

Bidoof - Kristen picked Bidoof for the meme. I just know she would have at least one joke Pokemon. And yet...I don't know, Bidoof just works with Kristen for reasons I can't explain.

Quaquaval - This is the gayest Pokemon I've EVER seen. Imagine seeing this guy ribbon dancing with Kristen? SICKENING!!!! On a more serious note, it does take things more seriously especially while training. Kristen needs someone to whip her into shape, take things more serious.

Riz

Riz is obviously our crime solving lil goblin kid. Of course, he's going to initially pick mons that could help with a case. But he's also got SUCH a big heart and would wholeheartedly love all of his mon for who they are outside of being helpful. I also just had to go in and do my best to make sure that Riz has a balanced team -- I refuse to think of him as someone that wouldn't have an answer to counter a weak point for any of his Pokemon.

Zigzagoon - I've HC'd that Zigzagoon as Riz's first ever Pokemon! Found him in the grass while he was snooping around for something, and Zigzagoon are naturally curious and restless creatures, so they became quick best friends. I think they're always side by side working on a case!

Spoink - Ok hear me out...I was thinking about how the Night Yorb happened because of Riz trying to figure out Garthy, essentially creating the Night Yorb for the universe with that bit. So I fell on Spoink with it's orb on it's head. But then I got to thinking...Spoink can never stop bouncing because it will die if it does. And if THAT is not Riz Gukgak I don't know what is. Boy doesn't know how to relax; his literal worst fear is resting.

Rotom - Honestly I think Rotom would be super useful for Riz! I'm thinking with the arcade in Freshman Year, if Riz had a Rotom that encounter would have been a bit easier! It is a little bit mischievous, and while that's not really Riz's steez, I think he'd find it endearing to a degree.

Klefki - I think that Riz would love to collect things like keys he thinks are relevant to a case. The great thing about Klefki is that it will hang on to keys that it likes and I think Riz relates to wanting to hold on to things he obsesses over! I know that Riz trusts Klefki with his keys, in general. It apparently jingles itself at attackers, and the mental image of a ring of keys jingling while Riz hisses in Goblin Mode™ is so funny to me.

Greninja - Greninjas give me rogue energy. By this time in its evolution it's a pro at devising battle strategy and is a sharpshooter like its trainer. Plus you KNOW Riz would have Battle Bond with Greninja, they'd be a great fighting pair!

Golbat - Originally I picked a bat Pokemon to relate back to Riz's goblin race; goblins live in dungeons, bats live in dungeons, fantastic! Plus the teeth and open mouth? Riz and Golbat going toe to toe in hissing games. Ok let's get serious, cutthroat. I feel as if Riz would find kinship with its unevolved form, Zubat, because of how they are perceived as small annoying things (I personally was always annoyed encountering zubats in the games, idk if this is a widespread belief). Bonus: Golbats evolve with high friendship into Crobat! I don't know why I didn't give Riz a Crobat, just didn't feel right I guess.

And that's the end! Hope you enjoyed this deep dive into Pokemon, Fantasy High, and dare I say character analysis??? I don't know, that might be a little generous to my word vomit. Get in the comments!! I'd love to hear other takes and see more discussion!!

Anyways uhhhh stream Fantasy High Junior Year on Dropout and play/watch some Pokemon k bye

#i've been working on writing this all out for weeks #please just take this post #this was a lot of fun!!! i wasn't expecting that!!!#fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #d20 fhjy #d20 fhsy #hootgrowlithe #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high sophomore year #the bad kids

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pretty-little-howtown · 1 year

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Han Jisung x Idol!Reader

Genre: Suggestive, Fluff, Angust

Warnings: None (I know of, if there are any please let me know)

Word Count: 9569

Masterlist

You are a part of a 6 member girl group (CELESTE) under JYP

The group has a sort of ethereal almost mythological vibe

Each member represents, a mythical creature

The group had two previous comebacks before this theme

Mihi (lead dancer and sun vocals): fairy

The closest to the two previous comebacks

glitter purples pinks

art deco inspired, ordinary objects are pretty and ornate

Flowers, petals, some wind motifs as well

Hee-young(main vocalist, visual, makne):angel

sky heaven themes

Has a massive pair of wings in the MV

Gold, light blue

Wind motifs feathers

Yuri (main dancer, main vocals and sub rapper): elf

Also, elegant but there are glimpses of something darker

tree themes (think Galadriel LOTR)

Foresty, vines, some crystals mostly opal diamond selenite moonstone and white howlite

honestly, Lord of the Rings stylez

Aera (lead vocalist, visual): nymph

floral themes, water lilies, some more water themes

Perhaps suggest a sort of rusalka vibes (not explicit, just some sort of implication the nymph may be a vengeful spirit???)

The darker parts are more obvious but with a brighter colour palette that acts as a kind of misdirect

(Sugar Rush TXT vibes)

Y/N (main rapper, main vocals and sub dancer): vampire

The dark parts are now on full display, and fully embraced

deep red blues greens

Lace, silver

gothic with a splash of grunge

Title track has scream’s (dreamcatcher) styling with the lacy dress parts not the magic in the MV lol with a cross between Odd Eye and Nxde (with it’s sampling of classical music)

B side track is the one you got to go crazy on. It’s full rock/ metal think I Miss the Misery by Halestorm with Odd Eye’s styling)

Nam-Gli (leader and lead rapper): witch

The dark parts continue with as much elegance, but there’s a certain finality to it

dark purples, black, gold, and silver

Misty, foresty but a darker green to Yuri similar to Odd Eye MV

(As an aside: the birth order is Nam-Gli, Y/N, Aera, Mihi, Yuri, Hee-young)

Each comeback is based on one of the mythical creatures of one of the members

The group is very popular, but because comebacks are rarer than for most k-groups not massively successful

A lot goes into giving the perfect vibe, a lot of you do brand deals and modeling on the side. Aera has two dramas under her belt

You, Yuri and Nam-Gli have your own lil side trio, with you and Yuri being a duo when Nam-Gli is busy. y’all cover your favorite songs usually by other trios

The three of you had covered 3RACHA songs several times and the fans loved it

The three of you settled on the members that complemented your rapping styles with Nam-gli usually covering Han’s lines Yuri Changbin’s and you Bang Chan’s

The fans absolutely adored your little trios 3RACHA covers so JYP had the grand idea of getting your groups together and you started doing more activities with them

It started off slowly, with the label testing the waters

At first it was just your trio and 3RACHA doing a lyric challenge of sorts where they would have to rap the next line of yours and your group members verses while you would have to do the same with 3RACHA songs

The atmosphere was really nice and to your surprise you seemed to bounce off Jisung the most

You didn’t really think much of it at the time, the company probably wanted to strike while the iron was hot and get both groups some more promotion

You didn’t really think you’d see any of Stray Kids again

The company, however, had other ideas. After the fan response they knew they struck gold and quickly set up more activities for both groups

Despite initially being shocked to see Stray Kids again you found yourself natural drifting towards Jisung in the group interactions

Really quickly it was easy to see you and Jisung had wonderful chemistry in the group shows and so you ended up doing separate vlives just the two of you

The very first one started off a bit strange, the two of you had no idea what to say to each other when it was just the two of you. During group activities, the two of you would sit next to each other either piling on top of one another in fits of laughter when another member said something you found funny; defending something either of you said that you agreed on, or playfully arguing whenever you inevitably disagreed

One time, both groups were asked if a sauna was burning, what would you rather cover your private parts or your face. You and Jisung collapsed in on each other when Seungmin said the question was probably which would you protect from burning

In short, you could always rely on other members to say something for the two of you to react to

You both awkwardly asked how your morning was at the same time before bursting out with laughter, slightly diffusing the tension. While the rest of the live was slightly awkward, the initial icebreaker allowed you to joke with each other a little more

From then on, the lives usually consisted of you guys catching up with each other, Jisung excitedly telling you about his busy days while you filled him in on yours

The lives had different vibes depending on where they took place, if it was in the Stray Kids dorm the lives were far more chaotic; one day he threw a pillow at you. You glared at him, beckoning with your finger for him to come over. He looked terrified, and you struggled to keep your grin in. You subtly grasped the pillow he threw at you in your hand and hit him with all your strength, starting a pillow fight which, much to your chagrin, Jisung ended up winning

He would always do mildly annoying things to get a rise out of you, but you dealt with it with a Stoic patience, only occasionally giving in. Every live always ended in laughter

You would often stay round afterward as both of you had a break, he was remarkably chill when the cameras weren’t on him, it was difficult to get used to but refreshing

After a few hours of being high energy, you were both tired, so you’d either put on a movie or scroll through your phones, showing each other memes and catching each other up on things you couldn’t say on camera

You told him about all the comebacks for Celeste. He asked more about the groups' concept in general, and you happily explained how with each comeback a certain member is focused on as it’s their theme. Celeste's last comeback was fairy themed, so Mihi was featured the most, and she had more freedom to implement her vision. You joked that for this comeback, she became the group's pseudo leader

Jisung quickly asked when your theme would come up.

You said not for a while, as the company wants the group to establish themselves with more feminine themes first. You said Yuri’s was next, and you were still super excited by it. The concept she talked you through sounded amazing

“What concept have you got?” Jisung quickly asked. He was leaning towards you on the couch, and he’d put his phone down, listening intently

You were extremely taken aback, you’d talked at length about it with your group, seeing if they were okay with all your ideas, and they were annoyingly accommodating it made you want to cry a little.

They’d suggest ways to make your vision come true without compromising it in any way. They said it was because you did the exact same thing with their ideas. It made them really happy, and they wanted to make you happy as well

You shyly started with the mythological creature your theme was about and Jisung’s eyes went wide, “Vampire?! That’s so cool!!”

This boosted your confidence a little and you told him everything. How you wanted it to be inspired by classic vampire literature with a modern rock twist. You listed your inspirations from Dracula and Carmila to Halestorm’s music. You said you wanted the music video set to be in a gothic revival house (you didn’t mind if it was a replica or green screen as long as it fit the vibe) like Strawberry Hill in London. You realized that the rock vibe probably won’t be accepted by the higher ups, but you were sure as hell gonna try

Jisung looked at you in awe, you were amazing already, but even more so when you talked about your project. The determination in your eyes made him smile

Lives in your groups' dorm were a lot more chilled out, both of you having chill conversations perhaps scrolling through your phones if there was a lull in activity on the vlive but mostly responding to comments made by fans

This is where the fans really got to see a different side to the both of you. Often you would be working on something while Jisung read out the comments. You stop what you were doing and join in the conversation. Then you would switch, Jisung would put in an ear bud and work on his music while you carried the conversation

Occasionally you would set out vlives where people could just work with the two of you, usually when you had deadlines coming up

In the vlives at your dorm you would always be draped over each other in some way, just general keeping physical contact

For some reason after these vlives Jisung was full of energy and would end up causing a raucous, the two of you had a makeshift lightsaber fight, and you enjoyed it so much the two of you impulsive brought lightsaber replicas after

When yours arrived, you raced over to the Stray Kids dorm ready to challenge Jisung, you burst through his door activating your white lightsaber, but your eyes went wide when you noticed he was in the middle of a live

You blinked a couple times trying to hold back a laugh, “I’m so sorry, I’ll wait” you left the room with your lightsaber making whooshing noises as you left the room and closed the door

You could hear Jisung burst out laughing as Minho passed you, saying “told you so”

You quickly checked the vlive to make sure the fans weren’t mad that you interpreted, thankfully only a small handful said what you did was really disrespectful, while most were clearly enjoying themselves. There were lots of laughing emojis, with loads asking if it was a lightsaber

Jisung replied smiling saying how after your last vlive together you impulse brought yourselves lightsabers, “mine actually came today” he enthused and took out a purple lightsaber

You laughed as he swooshed it around, hearing the replica make the noise

Your cheeks heated up when all the comments started saying “lmao y/n’s a massive nerd’ Jisung laughed on your phone screen nodding his head

His eyes seemed to light up as he talked about how much you loved Star Wars and how you knew so many historical facts and how much you knew about architecture

Your stomach pleasantly twisted, causing a shiver to run up your spine

You saw Jisung sign off and quickly pocketed your phone, but not before you saw a comment teasingly saying he ‘shouldn’t keep his girlfriend waiting’

You hopped Jisung didn't glimpse that one, you knew he’d overthink your friendship and might stop acting in the same way he did

Besides, you didn’t need him overthinking at the same time as you were

He swung the door open and stared at you, expression unreadable. He took his lightsaber from behind his back and activated it, the purple glow lightly illuminated his upper body

You activated yours, and you dueled each other throughout the dorm before collapsing on the sofa and watching a movie like usual

A couple of days later, your two groups had to complete a series of challenges pulled from a challenge pile, you read yours out loud “challenge someone on the opposite team to a lightsaber duel”

You and Jisung burst out laughing, confusing both of your band members

You fell first. On a separate vlive someone asked how you’d managed to find such a good friend in Jisung, you look at the comment a little shocked, you didn’t know how to answer

Of course the content your groups make was thought of by the company for further promotion and without that you doubt you would have ever met Jisung

You tell the truth: you’re not sure, “but he always takes care of me. He always checks if I’ve eaten and checks in to see how I’m feeling, and I return the gesture in kind.” He’s always drinking energy drinks, and you’ve been trying to get him to cut back at least a little. “You’ve all seen the vlives I’m sure, and it thinks it’s really easy to tell that we’ve got a good rapport with each other and I think we’re gonna be good friends for a really long time”

Your heart clenches when you say friend, and you realise you want something more than just friendship

Jisung takes longer to come to terms with his feelings but where you lacked in action on your end he did not hesitate to initiate

Every time someone asks about you on one of his vlives his eyes light up as he compliments you to no end “she’s so nice, she always checks in on me, makes sure I’ve eaten. Oh! She’s trying to get me to cut back on energy drinks because the caffeine is bad for you and I drink way too much.” He’ll then go on to talk about your stage presence and how it absolutely mesmerises him and how you were the first member that caught his eye when your group debuted even though the fairy theme is the complete opposite of yours, you killed it

It takes relentless teasing from his band mates before he realises his feelings for you

He walks in after one of his vlives and his band mates are all talking about the will they won’t, they between the two do you

When they mention it to Jisung he obviously denies it saying he’d know if he had feelings for you, and he doesn’t, you’re just friends

Minho looks at him incredulously and pulls out an edit he saw of the two of you made by, clearly a very dedicated fan, “you look at her like you’d look at a girlfriend, and you say you don’t have feelings for her” he scoffs. “I do not look at her like that, and I do not have feelings for her. Can we drop this?”

That same night, he can’t help but reach for his phone and search your names on TikTok

The more edits he watches, the more he notices how he’s staring at you. His eyes really do betray him, and he remembered back to his vlive how his heart pounded when he talked about you and how he couldn’t stop smiling

He’d fallen hard

And just in time for your theme to be the centre of your group’s comeback

You kept it from Jisung because you wanted it to be a surprise you knew how excited he was for your theme to come up and every time he said it you willed your heart not to explode

Loads of your friends were excited, Jisung was no different, you told yourself

The comeback was steeped in deep blues, rich reds and engulfing greens, silver necklaces and black lace. The music’s tone was darker, like something watching from the shadows; it sent a chill down his spine as he watched the MV

You sampled a lot more classical music as well as used more classical instruments (violin especially) to give a more gothic feel to the comeback, all somehow perfectly intertwined with some fully rock songs.

At the very end, you let out a splendidly sultry laugh, showing off the fangs made especially for the comeback. If you had to be honest you kinda liked them, probably too much

JYP decided it would be good publicity for both groups to have Stray Kids react to your group’s most recent comeback, especially as the two groups were still close despite your groups popularity rising and thus having less activities together

There were lots of shocked expressions and ‘whoas’ coming from the group in general. They were used to the bright colour palettes and upbeat feelings of your group's songs

Despite there being a lot of posing and standing, the boys found it endlessly compelling, there were bursts of quick movement where the screen would go blank, and you would end up in a different place on the screen

Similarly, there would be a blur of motion followed by one of the members changing their position in the room

Jisung watched intently whenever, you showed up on screen of the title track’s MV, by the end he was brimming with pride knowing you were the main driving force behind the comeback

He watched you fully sink into the role, more than he’d ever seen you do before, you embodied the vampires of legend, you were dangerous but endlessly enticing

While most of the scenes took place on a set that resembled and old mediaeval castle, the choreography scenes were set inside a hall clearly inspired by Strawberry Hill

Chan, mostly impressed with the composition of the song, asked who’s theme the comeback was, before someone from behind the camera could answer Jisung beamed and yelled “Y/N’s it was Y/N’s.”

When the group looked at him questioningly, he said you had told him everything about your vision, he just had no idea it was coming up next. You must have kept it from him as a surprise

The group talked more about what they thought was really good about the comeback’s title track, from the lyrics to the set design

Next, they showed the boys the album’s B-side track; even Jisung, knowing everything he did, was utterly shocked. Like you mentioned, he didn’t think the company would allow you to do a fully rock song

The lyrics seemed to hit really close to home, the song expressed the frustration in knowing your feelings for someone but not being able to do anything about it, having to hold back every time they’re around you. Not allowing yourself to give in and the hurt that carried with that

Not to mention, the visuals were heartbreakingly beautiful, seeing you laying in a forest with a—very familiar to him—band hoodie and ripped bell bottom jeans just staring at the sky made him feel things!

All he could do was stare at the screen watching the credits roll by, and he kept noticing your name a lot more than in the title track

Everyone was in awe and thought they’d seen it all

The video ended with the whole of Stray Kids wishing your group the best of luck throughout your promotion and that they’ll see your group at your comeback stage

Needless to say it was an absolute hit, within the first couple hours there were already thousands views on the title track’s MV with the number was steadily growing

You and your group prepared frantically for the comeback backstage. Everyone was rushing about getting makeup and any clothing alterations done

Yuri rushed over to you to make sure you were okay, judging from your expression you were very anxious, “hey, what are you worried about?” she asked

You were taken slightly aback that she was able to tell, but realistically, who wouldn’t. It was very clear you had been a ball of stress ever since before the comeback was even released. “I don’t know, just-what if it all goes horribly wrong? It’s on me, I suggested the concept. I picked all the outfits, set the staging, sure the video has enough views, but they’re a meaningless metric of popularity for the company. If they don’t receive a high profit from album sales and promotions, that’s it. It’s the end-”

You continued rambling until Yuri interrupted you, “you were not the only one, if the company saw something they knew wouldn’t work they wouldn’t have let it happen. Besides, this comeback was awesome! I, for one, loved every second. I don’t think that’s the only reason you're nervous. I think it has something to do with a certain boy group member you often hang out with and his opinion”

You gave her a warning glance, taking a deep breath. Yuri just patted you on the back and let you finish getting ready

Jisung watched the entire comeback stage in awe, his expectations were utterly blown away, you looked stunning in your outfit and the looks you gave on stage were perfect

You brilliantly embodied the essence of enticing but deadly on screen and stage

The red skirt opened and closed around your thighs with every movement, contrasting with the tucked in baggy band T-shirt, that was also in the B-side music video. He smiled, you thought of every detail

God, he wanted to kiss you so bad

With the very last beat of the stage, fake blood was poured all over you and staying in character you smirked at the camera running your tongue over your teeth as you grinned bringing attention to the fangs you’d worn for the performance

You got a small break where you promote the album more, telling them there were more performances still to go

You did all that without paying any attention to the blood still dripping down your face, seeping into your clothes and Jisung couldn’t keep the image of you grinning as blood dripped down your face out of his head

you took one last gulp of water and set yourself in position for the B-Side track performance

It was just as high energy as the title track but with more intricate group movements usually surrounding you singing your lungs out in the middle

At the end you all bowed and one of the staff came out in stage whispering in your ear and ushering you off stage

Everyone was confused until Nam-Gli clarified the staff wanted you to get changed because the dripping blood was a bit of a safety hazard, all while avoiding several pools of fake blood on the floor

The audience and group laughed at the side steps, but thankfully staff came out with mops cleaning the blood patches

As they’d finished you ran back on stage and Jisung nearly choked, there was no way you could have looked more stunning on your big day yet here you were. Pulling out surprise after surprise

The entire outfit was skin tight, a stark contrast from the previous look, under the black jacket's front buckles was a black bustier top that slotted inside the hem of the leather chained and pleated skirt

Jisung was relieved to see you kept the thigh highs, he’d never admit it, but they were his favourite part of the ensemble

The stage continued with renditions of previous songs as well as a rehash of the title and B-Side until, tired and ready for bed, your group bid everyone goodbye leaving the stage

Turns out Stray Kids left early because they were all stood backstage waiting to congratulate you all

Jisung launched himself at you as soon as he saw you, enveloping you and in a tight hug. He breathed in your scent as he buried his face in your neck and refused to let go, until Chan cleared his throat at which point you separated

After several congratulations and cheers, the conversations started separating off

You stood next to Jisung with Changbin and Yuri, all of you conversing about the coming days both for your group and Stray Kids

You barely paid attention to their words, hyper focused on how close your hand was to the Jisung’s, you could feel the heat radiating off it

One tiny shift and your pinkies would be intertwined, another small shift, and you’d comfortably fold your hand into his

Your hand twitched a little at the thought, so desperate to follow through on your desires but ultimately stopping short

You couldn’t do it, you made up excuses for yourself, he hasn’t given any clear indication he likes you, the dreaded dating ban. Not that you followed all the rules, but this one was just too convenient

When you left your daze Jisung was staring at you and once you made eye contact he reached for your hand folding it into his own

Your heart jumped, did this mean what you thought it meant ?

“Can I speak to you?” you saw a small flash of pink dust his cheeks, “privately”

Your heart lurched again as you nodded, not breaking eye contact

He dragged you into a dressing room and stood in front of you, this time holding both your hands

“I wanted to take a moment to congratulate you, personally. You were amazing. I mean, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were mesmerising,” he grinned, and you smiled back, your heart swelling with each word.

“I’m so proud of all you’ve accomplished already, and it’s only the beginning”

Meanwhile, the group were placing bets as to why Jisung pulled you into another room, he wasn’t exactly subtle

“They’re definitely gonna bone?” Minho deadpanned

“Ew gross, they’re not gonna do that”, exclaimed Mihi

“No I agree, Jisung’s too much of a chicken, probably hasn’t even kissed her,” Changbin teased

Felix then chimed in, “it’s weird he’d go for Y/N. I was always under the impression Nam-Gli would be more his type”

“Please,” she dismissed Felix’s claim, “I want someone who can take care of me, I’ve already got my hand full raising these four”

“What about Y/N?” Chan frowned

“She’s an equally stressed parent” Nam-Gil smiled and the group laughed

Back in the dressing room, Jisung continued, “I can’t wait to see my best friend grow and become even more famous!”

Wuhoh, ‘best friend’ your brain wouldn’t stop repeating the word, it packed onto it and refused to let go

Jisung regretted it as soon as he said it, it felt so wrong, it made his stomach churn

You managed a weak smile and replied, “thank you so much,” you slipped your hands from Jisung’s warm hold, “we should probably head back and all go home. It’s late, I don’t want the girls to think I’m doing anything weird”

“Oh yes, totally, this was just a casual conversation between best friends,” Jisung really couldn’t stop himself. He had no idea what else to say, my crush? A conversation between two people who could possibly grow to have a long and beautiful relationship? Maybe start a family that spans a generation, with each child being more successful than the previous?

At least ‘best friend’ wouldn’t freak her out as much he thought

‘Best friend’ that infernal title was stuck with you all the way to your bed, nagging you and telling you we're stupidly misinterpreting the signals. He was just being friendly

Soon you fell into a flat dreamless sleep

When Jisung got back instead of sleeping, he looked up his and your name again. On TikTok, YouTube, everything. He found several edits that made him smile a little

Twitter, however, made him blush the most, it was filled with playful ‘wish he looked at me like that’ followed by screenshots of his staring at you in joint lives

Others were from the video filmed of his group's reactions to your comeback. The tweets talked about how absolutely whipped he looked for you, mostly with, ‘we all know who that look’s for ;)’ and ‘jiy/n dating when?’ comments

Part of him hoped you’d see these and know, he didn’t mean that he only wanted to be best friends but the other hopped to god you didn’t see them to save him the embarrassment

He fell asleep to an edit of the two of you with the classic sickly love song played in the background

You weren’t able to see Jisung as often as you had previously, the comeback schedule was gruelling, but perhaps it was for the better

At least not seeing him meant you didn’t have to hear ‘best friend’ emerge from his lips and painfully lodge itself inside your heart

Jisung, however, couldn’t help but feel upset. Every time he saw you his heart filled with a strange mix of pride and adoration with an insufferable anxiety because why were you only just texting him back it’s been an hour?

Your comeback schedule kept you too busy for Jisung’s liking. He understood, he really did, but after the so dubbed ‘best friend’ incident he was constantly on edge seeing you

Maybe ‘best friend’ did freak you out and your comeback was nothing but a perfectly convenient excuse to ignore him

You sat on a raised bench behind three of your bandmates in between the other two, there was no missing you

Each of one of you was given a pointer for your ‘most likely to’ game

You enjoyed some fun ones like, “who’s most likely to stack it on a night out?” “who would not realise they stayed up all night because they were too busy playing video games?” etc.

It was hilarious getting to know new things about your members you never would have before

When the next question got asked, you froze, ‘most likely to fall in love with someone from another group?’

Act natural you thought as everyone pointed at you

You tried to diffuse some of your nerves by delaying your point for comedic effect, the MC laughed, so it must have worked a little

“Me?” you mock gasped, “I would never!” all the members laughed, and you chuckled along with them

“Oh, are you sure?” Yuri teased, “it seems exactly like something you’d do”

“In all seriousness is it?” the MC asked

“I mean, if it happens, it happens” your heart skipped a beat thinking of one person in particular. “I’d like to say, I’m aware our group's dating ban isn’t over yet, so I wouldn’t do anything I’m not supposed to. Besides, feelings aren’t always reciprocated” you ended with a bittersweet smile

Feeling the tension you left in the air, you spoke up again, “unless of course your Yuri, who responds to so much fan mail she can barely keep up,” you smiled brightly

Yuri blushed to the backdrop of all the members laughing, “aww don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute” you smiled again, and she shyly smiled back with the rest of the members giving small chuckles at the interaction

Jisung had finally decided on something to occupy his time with.

He had been working on lyrics to a new song

The frustration that came with the “best friend” incident gave him a sick sort of inspiration, making him want to write his feelings into song

One song was about how one person can make you want to be the best version of yourself while the other, he imagined, as a sort of sister track to your comebacks b-side track

He quickly looked up from his notebook to his phone, still pinging with a notification

He picked it up immediately, hoping it was a text from you

Sadly it was just a YouTube notification for your group’s newest video

He was curious and couldn’t stop himself from clicking the notification and watching the video

He laughed a couple of times thinking how he would have probably picked the same members having known them for so long

All of a sudden, all the pointers are on you

The answer to the question sparked hope in Jisung, if you were most likely to get with someone from another group he could shoot his shot

Perhaps the “best friend” incident was long forgotten, but his heart wrenched when he heard your response

To him, it was clearly aimed and didn’t miss

As a result he decided to drop hints like Hansel and Gretel dropped crumbs in your next vlive hopping the trail would lead you to his true feelings

He started the live before you came in so the two of you could get right to it, and he could have your usual alone time with you quicker

You walked into his dorm room with heavy steps

You’d rushed over after recording the relay dance for the B-side track and were exhausted, but you really couldn’t miss this opportunity. You hadn’t properly interacted with fans in weeks

Jisung noticed immediately and asked if you were okay. You just tiredly looked at him and sat down with a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes

You didn’t want to admit in front of fans that you were exhausted

Jisung noticed and did the first thing he could think of to distract the fans

“Where's my hug?” he pouted, and you looked at him confused

Jisung continued his half serious pout, “I really wanted a hug but since you won’t give me one I’ll have to take it!” he grinned and quickly wrapped you up tightly in his arms

“Jisung come on, let go,” you lightly chuckled

“Nope, I’m not letting go until you hug me back,” Jisung proudly stated

You rolled your eyes smiling and wrapped your arms around his neck burying your head in it, and he did the same

You breathed in his scent and whispered in his ear, “I feel a lot less tired now, thank you” then pulled away and smiled

“You happy now?” You teased out loud

Jisung’s heart beat so fast in his chest the rest of his body couldn’t seem to keep up, but he smiled nonetheless

He started at you and gave you a killer grin, “I’m always happy when you’re around”

It was your heart's turn to explode. You bit your lip and turned round to the screen seeing the comments full off, ‘ew guys get a room’ with Jisung quickly replying that they’re already in one making your eyes go wide

He then quickly and expertly changed the topic asking how everyone was and what they were up to, picking out and responding to the ones he managed to catch in the sea of comments

The live went by smoothly, and you noticed Jisung would bump your hand with his every so often almost like he wanted to take your hand, god you wanted him to take your hand

He pulled away to switch the song that he’d put it on in the background and carried on talking to the fans

You really tried to stay in the conversation, but you zoned out singing along to the music under your breath (imagining 2/14 by the band CAMINO)

Jisung noticed and smiled before joining in

You both fell into the rhythm of the music, vocals effortlessly moulding together into a beautiful concert

The fans adored it, with comments of ‘you guys should perform together!’

You smiled at each other and said that maybe one day you’d be able to get it organised

When the live ended, he grasped your hand, fulfilling your deepest want of the moment before leading you away to the sofa when he draped himself over you as soon as you sat down

“You sure you’re okay?” Jisung asked, “you looked absolutely exhausted.” He looked at you with care and sympathy. You replied that you were better now, just tired from filming

He, still draped over you on the sofa, tangled your legs together and asked you to tell him what you’d been up to

You indulged him relaying the events of the day

Jisung didn’t look away for a single moment, his eyes betrayed warmth as he inched closer to you

You drew out the last syllable of your sentence and went silent, looking into Jisung’s eyes

Your breath hitched, and your eyes were half closed as his face closed in on yours. “Ji,” you breathed, “what are you going?” you whispered smiling and glancing at his lips

“Call me that more,” he sighed, looking up from your lips to meet your eyes; a fire just behind his pupils

This was it, it was the moment you’d know Jisung didn’t mean the stupid friend comment, there’s no way you could be friends when all he wants to do is kiss you until you were out of breath

There’s no way he could only be friends with you when he wants to nip chains of bruises down your collarbone

There’s no way he could only be friends when he wanted you to rake your hands through his hair

Time slowed to a crawl, you were in a parallel universe where time didn’t move and the consequences of a kiss didn’t matter

A parallel universe with just the two of you, no company, no toxic fans, nothing that would get in the way of your affection for one another; where your connection wouldn’t be denied but accepted and encouraged

You focused on his lips, and you felt his searing breath on your lips

He was so close, you were impatient

Before you could launch yourself at him, you heard a sharp knock on the door

The two of you threw yourselves at opposite ends of the sofa as the voice that belong to the knock said “I’m coming in”

The door opens, revealing a mildly annoyed Minho “are you coming or did you forget?”

Jisung stared at him blankly, you could see the cogs moving in his brain, and he yelled apologies

He shot up from the couch, and you knew this was your cue to leave

You walked to the door but were stopped by Jisung who wrapped his arms around you and quickly whispered “I’ll see you soon”

Your lips were still blazing on the way back to your dorm

Your members were enjoying their free time by watching a new drama on Netflix as you walked through the door

You took off, your shoes and sat down next to Aera on the arm of the sofa

Everyone turned to face you and Nam-Gli asked, “So how was it?”

You gulped and yelled, “such a normal time!”

“Why are you being weird?” Yuri asked, eyeing you up suspiciously

“I’m not being weird, you're being weird,” you rapidly released the words

“Very chill response,” Yuri responded in a flat tone, “now tell us what happened”

“Me and Ji- we,” you took a deep breath, “we nearly kissed. Minho interrupted. Turns out he had to go to an event but forgot about it”

You looked away as they yelled in surprise

“What are you gonna do when you see him next? You guys have another vlive in about two weeks, don't you?” Mihi asked

“Honestly, I don’t think I can face him after this. What am I supposed to say? ‘Let's continue where we left off?’” you grimaced

“YES,” Yuri yelled, “just get together already! Do not use the dating ban excuse, I know for a fact you couldn't care less”

The two of you argued about the importance of the dating ban, with you trying to defend yourself because ‘it’s not just an excuse’

“Okay, we get it you disagree,” Nam-Gli quelled the fire. “How about you give yourself until your next vlive together to see him? That way you can put it out of your mind?”

You nodded, grateful for her intervention, you relaxed and continued watching the drama with the rest of the group

You woke up feeling refreshed until you remembered why you wanted sleep to refresh you

Your heart started racing, remembering the events of the last day, and you couldn’t help but smile

There was hope after all

Be quickly the hope turned to anxiety, the dating ban was still in effect and would be for another few weeks, and you promised fans you and Jisung would perform together

That meant weeks of working closely with him every day after the two of you nearly kissed

You took out the switch you’d saved up for a booted up Legend of Zelda, hoping it would distract you, and it worked for a couple of hours

You finally found one of Links missing memories and as the cut scene played it was strangely captivating

Usually you would have skipped over it, having played this game to completion several times already. But something about the way Zelda looked at Link was familiar

You couldn’t help it when you reached for the phone you had been religiously ignoring since waking up

You clicked on his contact, seeing only one unread message when you expected more: ‘how do you want to pitch a song cover to the company?’

You couldn’t decide if you were relieved or angry that he said nothing about yesterday’s incident

You ignored it for as long as your mind would allow you before you huffed and picked up your phone

You replied with a mostly generic response about how the fans really wanted it and it would give both of your groups exposure

The two of you texted back and forth until you had a plan of action and before long you decided to meet with the company in a couple days as Jisung already managed to set up a meeting with the execs somehow

Overall the conversation was painfully professional. Neither of you cracked any jokes or referenced your favourite shows. It was so unlike you

Despite all of this you still hoped, he set up the meeting way too quickly.

Of course there was the possibility he wanted this partnership over with as quickly as possible but there was no way that could be true. Not with the fire behind his eyes when he looked at you

Jisung waited impatiently in the building lobby for you to appear

You hadn’t brought up the nearly kiss at all and he was worried. Did you think he was weird? Maybe he should have waited and dropped more hints. Was he moving too fast?

He nerves stilled when you walked through the door, despite your smile being slightly awkward it made Jisung feel light

“So shall we?” you asked

It was a simple phrase that meant nothing but what was on the tin but it made Jisung soar, he hadn’t heard your voice in longer than you would like

The two of you talked to the executives who loved your idea

Jisung watched as you professionally presented all the benefits this collaboration would have and how this is something that the company would be able to carry on into the future

He wasn’t expecting you to say anything about the future especially after the last incident

As you wrapped up your pitch the execs asked what song the two of you wanted to cover, Jisung hadn’t even thought that far but it seems you had. Immediately with confidence you said ‘PING PONG’ by Hyuna and Dawn

He could feel heat crawl up his face but despite this he still nodded his head and smiled after seeing your own impossibly infectious grin

“Great the matter is settled, you guys can work on it in time for the next award show” one of the execs said with a grin

The next few weeks you and Jisung saw each other every day for at least and hour if not more

Both of you decided to work on learning the choreography first because at you listened to the song to learn the choreography you’d pick up the lyrics easily

As a result your joint lives were mostly updating fans on how the rehearsal process was going

Despite your worst fears the vlives weren’t as awkward as you pictured, the energy flowed between the two of you effortlessly

However, you noticed how where previously he’s have a hand on some part of you body be it you are or your knee, he now refused to have any part of him closer than would be considered disrespectful

You missed his warmth. You were upset because you could tell he was holding himself back

You could imagine why, but it’s not like you pulled away during the incident. In Fact you distinctly remember yourself moving closer, until Miho barged in

Between the bittersweet lives and standing nearly every spare moment practising with Jisung the award show hd rolled around quicker that you expected

For some reason you signed yourself and Jisung up to be the opening act for the award show and regretted it

It hit you that you were supposed to perform a song made for a performed by a couple

Just you and Jisung. Just you and the one person you wished desperately to be in a relationship with but couldn’t

It was all well and good casually running through all the moves in rehearsal but this was serious

You felt nervous as you thought about what the fans would say

Most would not doubt enjoy it but you couldn't help but focus on the ones who believed they owned the idols they admire

All of a sudden you were hyper aware of the dating ban that had ended only a couple days prior

If the two of you were too close it would not doubt cause a scandal

Your mind spiralled as you imagined the headlines calling you undignified, loose, easy

“Hey, you’re gonna do amazing,” were the words that stopped your spiral, they were soft and reassuring. You knew painfully well who they belonged to

You took a deep breath and looked Jisung in the eye and he smiled

It made you insides melt and you were certain he could see it on you face because his eyes darted to you lips for a split second

You recalled how close he was to kissing you in his dorm room and once again thought back to the dating ban

If it was finished surely there was no harm right?

“Yeah, we’re gonna smash this,” you smiled back. “We’ve rehearsed this song so much it might as well have been made for us to perform,” you joked begging no one noticed the implications of your statement

Jisung only hummed and his eyes looked to your lips once again, this time they stayed there for longer than they should have

You licked your lips gently, part of you wanting to make sure they were ready for Jisung to capture them after so long

The other knew it wouldn’t happen as you saw the PA approach to tell you you were on in less than three minutes

Just like in the original you started off the show, the train attached to the right side of your body suit swayed along with your body

You felt confident and full of energy until you felt Jisung’s hand trail all the way up your leg confidently brushing your ass

Thankfully you were facing away from the audience allowing you time to collect yourself

You knew this would be more intense than rehearsals but you didn’t expect Jisung to go this hard

It fired you up and you decided to give it your all as well

Jiung could feel the heat crawl up his face as you shake your ass dangerously close to his crotch

He couldn’t help but smirk as you bit your lip looking him directly in the eye as if to challenge him

He eagerly accepted and the while performance had a push and pull effect to it

The two of you goaded each other on stage testing the waters every time your faces got too close to be called innocent

The built up tension culminated in Jisung dipping you and you holding his face in you hand ready for him to bend don and kiss you as the song ended

The two of you stayed in that position with massive grins on your faces until you couldn’t hold it anymore and Jisung pulled you up and you buried you face i your neck as he laughed and waved at cheering crowd

Once you recovered your turned around and waved at them as well smiling widely

Jisungs hand never left your waist

The two of you left the stage and you shot like a bullet towards Yuri who was silently screaming and telling you how good you were

Chan came up to Jisung and clapped him on the back but Jsiung couldn’t keep his eyes off you

He knew this was the moment to tell you. He was sure you must have known but he still gave you your space

He couldn’t lie and say he was entirely confident, there was a part of him that was worried because you hadn’t made any moved

But he had to tell you

Jisung walked over to you still smiling and took you hand in his, “can I talk to you, privately?” you glanced at Yuri who nodded and gave you a knowing look

“Sure,” you replied, content with your hand in his. You could get used to this you thought

He lead you towards a dressing room and closed the door behind you

You basked in each others presence just looking at each other

“You really went for it didn’t you?” you questioned with a smile

“Sorry, was it too much?” Jisung answered taking several steps closer to you

“No,” you breathed out, “it was perfect.”

You stayed still for a moment and Jisung admired the grin on your face

The silence was comfortable and electric, calm and expectant

“I really hope I haven’t misinterpreted things but I really like you-”

You cut Jisung off before he could say more, “I know. I really like you too,” you trailed off

“But?” Jisung asked with a mixture of hurt and frustration. If you liked each other what could possibly be stopping you?

“But, I’m not sure we should do anything right now. My dating ban’s only just been lifted and I don’t want to make things more difficult for either of us” you explained

Jisung was ready to argue, he was ready to present every piece of evidence that supported the two of you dating but this wasn't one he had prepared for

Much to his dismay he couldn’t argue with you on that point

Whatever happened he knew, that he would come out unscathed but you on the other hand. Well it would be a lot harder for you

His mouth opened and closed as you apologised before leaving him in the room alone with his thoughts

You gulped and went to perform your groups stage, you put on a show for the cameras and tried not to betray heartache in your eyes

Jisung did the same he finished his group’s stage and after neither of your groups won this particular award he went home disappointed

The rest of the members were getting slightly worried for him, exchanging glances

Minho ended up sitting down next to him on the sofa of their dorm

“I’m guessing talking about your feelings didn’t go well?” he asked tentatively

Jisung choked out a ‘no’ and repeated your exact reasoning

“That’s bullshit,” Minho stated

Jisung stared at him shocked, waiting for him to explain

“Sure dating is terrifying but hiding behind the dating ban is nothing but an excuse,” Minho expended

Jisung replied with his reasoning and Minho refused every claim

Jisung bit his lip, “ok well it’s not like I can do anything now,” he explained how he’d agreed and you would have to be the one who comes to him and tell him you’re ready

But Minho frustrated mumbled something under his breath and left

Thanks to your stellar performance the company said you and Jisung can have a break from your activities, that included your collective vlives, much to your relief

You couldn't imagine facing Jisung after what you told him. Not to mention you had already had an argument with Yuri about what you’d told Jisung

It was much the same as always; Yuri telling you to stop hiding behind the dating ban and you trying to explain you weren’t hiding behind it and this is the ebay option for everyone

You reached for yet another tib of ice cream hoping it would stop you from wanting to text Jisung

Any thought of him was painful but what was more painful was being apart

You missed your vlives, you missed hanging out with him after them, you missed the way his body melted into yours when he was draped over you on the sofa

Jisung tried taking his mind off the situation but nothing worked, not properly

Instead he dived back into work and finished the song he started all those months ago

At least this way he could work through his feelings

He frantically scribbled lyrics rewriting them to fit the beat of your bride track

He wanted the two songs to be connected even though the two of you couldn’t