𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 || 𝗕𝗟𝗟𝗞

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━━━━⊱eighteen⊰━━━━

"PLEASE, Y/N. DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, I CAN'T STAND YOU BEING APART FROM ME," Bachira pleaded, his words coaxing you to open your eyes.

"Huh..." you mumbled, taken aback as you slowly recognized the figure in front of you. "Bachira?! How on earth did you end up here?" you asked, curiosity tinged with surprise in your voice.

Bachira smiled, revealing his teeth in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry about that, Y/N," he said warmly until his facial expression dropped, his eyes showing a lustful glint, "Just focus on us."

Bachira's words made your cheeks flush with a mix of emotions. "What... do you mean by that, Bachira?" you asked, trying to hide your vulnerability behind the question.

"I think you know what he means by that."

startled, you turned your gaze towards the source, you found Chigiri sitting comfortably in a chair, his elbows resting on the arms, and his cheek supported by his palm, there was no doubt he looked mesmerizing. "Chigiri..."

"Don't pay attention to him, Y/N! Look at me," Bachira exclaimed urgently, gently using his hand to turn your face towards him.

As you took a moment to observe your surroundings, a sudden realization washed over you - you were lying on a bed, and Bachira had been on top of you the entire time. The revelation left you stunned, and your mind raced to make sense of the situation.

"I- Could you please get off of me, Bachira?" you asked, your heart beating rapidly with each passing second. The uncertainty and unease were palpable in your voice as you made your request.

"Of course not, you need to be punished for leaving me all alone." Bachira said, his hand caressing your face gently.

"Wha-"

Bachira's lips suddenly crashed with yours, kissing you passionately and longingly. It was evident in the way he handled you so needily, he was desperate, desperate for you and you only. Yet, you couldn't help but wonder how long he had been waiting for this moment, the perfect moment to pounce like a lion pouncing on their prey, only to devour it hungrily.

Before you could withdraw your mind from its far places, his arms were around you, as sure and hard as if you had disappeared from his life for centuries. You felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left you limp. And the quiet face of Chigiri was blurred and drowned to nothingness. Bachira bent back your head across his arm and kissed you, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made you cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.