#i just need to draw baji more but he’s hard as fuck to draw for me

[butchrindou]

need to draw baji and rindou as bffs tbhhh i feel like they’d get along but it would take a while also literally because i have some music baji would listen to in my rindou playlists but who said that.. must’ve been the wind

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi, I missed you, I love you can back <3

I need obslove with baji, murder, blood, jealousy, yk

Yandere!Baji Headcanons

♡ NSFW, fem reader, naive!reader, gf!reader, reader is in denial, jealousy, murder, blood, arson, toxic relationship, rough biting, soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation ♡

note: you're a person of few words anon, but I think I got the jist of what you were aiming for lol 🩷 I hope you enjoy

note 2: I just wanna take a second to thank y'all because I just realized I hit 700 FOLLOWERS 😭🫠 Who? What? When? Where? How? Why? I don't know the answers but I'm done asking questions, just know that I love y'all so much 🩷😫

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Possessiveness/Marking His Territory

At first you just thought that Baji just liked biting you as a joke, now you wake up every morning covered in bite marks and it's obviously not a joke at all. You don't mind, it seems like it's just a habit of his, like his own little form of affection. But sometimes, you're left to wonder if it's a sign of something more when he bites down hard enough to draw blood, or when he bites down even harder when you tell him it hurts. Of course it couldn't be anything serious though, besides, as long as he's happy it should be fine.

The Things He'll Do For Love

He's fully prepared to kill someone for you, just say the word and it's done. He won't kill right away though, he'll watch the person he plans on killing and leave them cryptic warnings. Most people realize something's wrong when their belongings start having random burn marks and holes on them. Fortunately, he's only had to kill one person that got too close to you. The way the guy's hands ghosted your hips and the way he looked at you just disgusted Baji to no end. He really didn't have a choice but to get rid of the guy and that's exactly what he did. It's so much easier to clean up a murder when you just light the whole crime scene on fire. Of course he was still considerate of you, he sat right next to you and held you when you got the news. He sat next to you at the funeral too, grateful for the closed casket.

Intimate Moments

Baji was very...affectionate, that's how you'd like to describe him anyway. Sex with him was so different from how he'd normally act, it was like he did a whole 180. He was so soft with you, treating you like porcelain, like you were so weak you'd crumble under his rough touch. Of course he'd still bite, but he was much more gentle about it, lightly sinking his teeth into you like a wolf that was scared to break a lamb's neck. His grip was firm on your hips and the way he thrust into you had you seeing stars. He'd always fuck you raw, he liked to feel every inch of you gripping him. The look on your face, the little noises you made, the sound of your pussy squelching every time he rammed into you, everything had Baji on cloud nine. He could never get enough of you and if satisfying himself meant cumming in your pussy all night and overstimulating you, then so be it.

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[stxrmylxve]

First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.

Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.

Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"

A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?

Kazutora:

What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt

okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again

he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message

…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?

in private, ofc

he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure

“…you wrote it on my back?”

… he chases you for hours, beware.

Mikey:

What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food

you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!

throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him

”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”

he gets so sad oml

“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”

he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)

Chifuyu:

What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest

chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display

mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves

”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”

”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“

poor baby

Baji:

What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush

this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush

anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling

”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”

�� you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.

he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning

no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀

Koko:

What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere

he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff

then he perked up, but got nervous instead

he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around

he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb

”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”

”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”

Draken:

What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools

you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH

he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic

”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips

not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking

he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work

a total mystery 💁‍♀️

[deathfavor]

  “ No, that’s – that’s not what I meant. “ Kazutora shakes his head at Chifuyu’s words as the realization settles. He doesn’t understand. It had been easier with Baji and Hanma because they'd understood without the need for words ; but Chifuyu needs them. Chifuyu lives in an entirely different world than the one Kazutora has known. How could he possibly understand a fraction of what Kazutora's endured without talking? “ It’s not about you needing to work hard or confiding. That’s not it at all. “

   The tiger is still and quiet, forehead pressed against Chifuyu’s shoulder. “When I talk about my breakdowns and ugly sides, I don't mean tears. I mean the anger and the frustration and when everything is both too much and not enough. That's what I mean when I said they could handle it. Sometimes I want to hurt or be hurt.“ He admits with a whisper. When pain is what you know best, it feels the closest to home. “ It's not about you not working hard or not trusting. It's that I don’t want you to get hurt because of it. Because of ME. I don’t want you to have to carry that burden of how fucked up I am when you’ve done all this. " It scares him to admit this, to start speaking of all the wounds.

    “ God. You are stubborn. “ Amused exhaustion creeps into his voice when he lifts his head, studying Chifuyu’s face. His attention drops to the hand extended to him and doesn't immediately react. " Come on. " He doesn’t explain, but he grasps Chifuyu's hand and leads them out of the apartment and up the stairs, up until they’re on the rooftop under the night sky. ( If they're not supposed to be here, well, it isn't stopping him. )

   He slowly loosens his grip on Chifuyu’s hand as he strides forward, visibly more relaxed here than inside. But his throat bobs with nervousness as he stares at the sky and he folds his arms close to himself. " I always liked the rooftops. " Kazutora starts, soft and quiet as his eyes flick over the stars and then drop down, fall towards the edge and the call of the void. " During good times it makes me feel like I was so small and that I could go anywhere, do anything. " He closes his eyes and hangs his head. " During bad times.... " His lips press together and he falls quiet. Wonders if Chifuyu can even fathom the thoughts and demons that curled around Kazutora.

" I've always hated my life. " He says instead, and his chest aches when he draws in a deep breath. " Never dreamed for the future. Never had plans. " He can't look at Chifuyu when something unpleasant coils in his stomach and ice cold fear collects in the basin. He stares not at the sky or the ground, but outwards from the rooftop. " It was always so dark and cold and I was always so lost. " His eyes slide to look at Chifuyu for the first time, lips strained into a smile. " Everything always hurt, you know? Well - I hope you don't, but that you get my point. " He forces the smile to remain but his throat aches. " Baji and Hama were lifelines for me. I just..I wanted someone to save me. I wanted...to be wanted. " He blinks rapidly, sucking in a sharp breath while his voice wobbles. " That sounds way more pathetic out loud than I thought it would. "

Even now, Chifuyu's not considered reliable enough to share in those burdens? The thought's disappointing, but he can't blame Kazutora given his history with Toman. Considering how they've been at odds before, and Chifuyu knows well enough how he let his own first impressions discredit Kazutora. A sequence of regrettable choices now hardens to guilt.

“ I'll have to work hard then. ” Chifuyu observes, expression shifting as if it's looking somewhere else entirely. Maybe it's selfish to pull Kazutora into his life like this; to anchor Kazutora so he doesn't drift away. To cage a tiger, but Kazutora's no housecat and Chifuyu has no intention of stripping his freedoms. His intention's never been to ask Kazutora to change, only to grow.

For them to grow together at their respective paces.

His lips press to a thin line then, contemplative by nature but tense too. There's a silent part of him that wants to scream for fear of losing one of the last people he's come to treasure. Because what if Kazutora gets tired of this life? Of Chifuyu? “ I'll work hard to be someone you feel you can confide in. ” He states finally. In some sense, it's a promise. A commitment to growing into someone strong enough to support Kazutora.

“ I don't want it to be so easy for you to agree that I don't know anything about you anymore... ” Chifuyu adds, not shying away from the strained embarrassment he feels about that. A part of him wants to be offended about it, but it's painfully true. He only knows the Kazutora of today ( pieces at that ), the Kazutora of Baji's stories, and glimpses of Kazutora from Valhalla. Sure, they've shared in small talk for days... but not much more substantial than that.

Lowering his hand from Kazutora's form, Chifuyu makes his way in front of Kazutora. His eyes fix to Kazutora's, firm and commanding. There's a peculiar determination about his brow.

“ If you'll let me... ” With that, he extends a hand to Kazutora.

[rintoki]

pls more afab baji💳💥💳💥💳💥 eating out fingering scissoring whatever just more it ugh hes perfect

inspecting afab baji’s pussy bc i said so.

he’s lying on his tummy but his hips are propped up high by a bunch of pillows so it’s closer to eye level. his face flushed and biting down on a pillow to muffle his sounds bc he always gets too noisy during inspection.

he’s so wet just waiting for you to start, running a finger over his pussy through the white cotton panties. taking a pair of fabric scissors to cut his panties right across the crotch to reveal his soaked folds. you spread his legs to settle between them, watching his pussy lips spread apart and strings of his wetness stretching between them.

“so wet already baby?” you coo, using a finger to run over his slit, breaking the strings as his cunt twitched. opting to remain silent save for the needy whimper into his pillow, baji’s face burned in embarrassment as he tries not to fidget too much. “let’s see,” you drawl, using two fingers to push his folds further apart, exposing his fluttering hole.

you laugh as you watch it clench around nothing, just begging to be stuffed full. you draw a circle around the hole, enough to elicit a drawn out whine, yet not enough for satisfy even a crumb of his need. but you continue to draw a line downward, coming to circle his clit, swollen and puffy you rub it gently, giving it a few light taps, before pressing hard on the little nub and you can see his hole tighten at that. baji jolts, his breathing erratic as his toes curled, taking everything in him to not move his lower body.

this was torture; but better to be obedient now and get rewarded soon, than to give in to his impulses and suffer a worse punishment. moving from his clit, you drag your finger up to his hole once again, circling it before dipping just the tip of your finger in. eyes flicking up, you observed baji, he was always terrible at this—could never stop himself from trying to fuck back on your finger.

but today he seemed determined, his teeth almost tearing into the pillows as he focused on not moving at all. watching his pussy clenching around the tip of your finger, almost like its desperately trying to suck it in deeper, you almost pity him. almost. but his hips begin to fidget unconsciously, you give a warning slap to his clit, body jolting before stilling again.

“good boy,” you purr, “now let’s check this.” you murmur as you push your finger a couple inches deeper, feeling around for a spot. the broken cry baji let’s out as his legs almost instinctively close let’s you know you’ve found it; a rough little patch of nerves. massaging it gently, a cruel smile on your lips as you sit back and watch. the muscles on his back flexing in an effort to gain control of his body, not fair, he thought, this was impossible. how could he possibly keep still like that. tears overflowing past his lashes and dripping onto the sheets as baji finally loses control, his hips bucking backwards onto your fingers, desperately trying to grind on them for more.

but you were quick to pull out before he could achieve satisfaction, a hard slap to his cunt resounding around the room as you tut. “you fail at this every time baji, looks like you’re not cumming tonight again.” his eyes squeezed shut, you were so unfair. but it’s not like you ever intended for him to pass anyway. but

[spicysoftsweet]

small love - mikey x reader, draken x reader, baji x reader, kazutora x reader, kisaki x reader, ran x reader, sanzu x reader

cw: MINORS DNI, smoking, alcohol, drugs, public sex (very public), exhibitionism, cockwarming,  implied rough sex, car sex

a/n: i really like this song lmaoooo, anyway this is just a series of super short club smut scenes,  microthirsts ig

I. (You are like the oxygen I need to survive)

“Inhale,” Mikey instructs.

You’re sitting pretty, straddling his thighs, eyes half-lidded and lips parted as you gaze at him with anticipation.

Your mouth opens per his command and his lips cover yours, breathing in a mixture of smoke and something sweet - not as sweet as the taste of the alcohol at the tip of his tongue. His tongue dances with yours, not unlike the beat of the music overhead, and your arms wrap tighter around his neck as you melt into his kiss. A hand caresses your right breast, drawing a soft moan, greedy fingers rolling the sensitive nipple. Your mind swirls like the smoke around you, and you throw your head back; his other hand supports the dip as he moves forward to suck softly and drink deeply of you.

As far as you know, it’s just the two of you at this private table, moving in time with the music.

II. (Your love is torturing me)

You’re pinned against the wall, this corner empty save for the press of your heated bodies pressed nearly flush against each other. You can feel how much of Draken yearns for you - that new, hard warmth emanating from his groin. Without shyness, you reach down the waistband, and you can feel the twitch of desire in the palm of your hand, the subtle ache obvious from the crease of his brow. His mouth dives for marking kisses - your ears, your neck, your lips - while his arms in one coordinated movement hooks your legs around his waist.

“Tease.”

His accusation comes out in a low growl while his grip tightens firmly on your ass. Your giggle is stopped abruptly by the thick finger that slips through the crotch of your panties and inserts inside you.

III. (Talk all they want, I don't care what they said)

Your back is pressed against Baji’s chest, and his fingers pressed tightly against your neck almost to bruising, but the roll of hips against your backside distracts you from the pain and the need for air. All you know how to do is sway to the music, then suck at the thumb he is sticking into your mouth. Wet kisses and bites litter every part of your body he’s touched (you might as well be naked), and you wonder how you haven’t been undressed in public by now, the gravity between your two bodies is that thick. His heavy breathing in your ear, your body weightless, your hands reaching for his hair… if he bent you over right now and fucked you in the middle of this dance floor, there’d be little to no protest.

In fact, when he lowers you down, you offer little to no resistance, making use of your knees as you rhythmically grind as much of your ass against the outline of his cock that you have memorized at this point. He leans over and whispers something in your ear that has your head spin, before pulling you back against him and enclosing you in his embrace.

IV. (And we can do am lowkey no need to make noise)

“Shh.”

Kazutora’s ringed fingers cover your mouth and stifle your mewls as his cock trails against your clothed pussy, the fabric softening from the wetness seeping from your pussy and the pearl of precum adorning his tip.

Impatiently, he nearly tears your lingerie off, rubbing up and down your slit, making you tremble in anticipation. His eyes widen, then narrow in lust; he kisses between your bare shoulder blades before he impresses his way in, the first thrust into the deep nearly sending him into a frenzy. You cry at the stretch; he hisses at the pressure of your squeeze. His hands twist into your hair, whatever he can grab, desperate to feel more. Your body drives him into a frenzy, and both of you struggle to keep quiet. 

After all, this is a public bathroom.

V. (You can be my partner, never riding solo-lo)

Splayed out across fine leather, Kisaki draws circles on your bare form with his tongue. He paints with precision, taking special care around anything erogenous - your breasts, your thighs, the soft of your belly. He murmurs affection as his digits memorize you… he implores you to submit to him with his face between your legs. 

“Relax.”

Your body disobeys him, tensing and arching with every action and he sighs. He’s a man who needs to win, and win of his own power, not yours. 

He enters you with the intent to conquer, his hands stroking the sides of your face. He’s deceivingly gentle, but for just how long?

VI. (Ule I am open to anything)

Ran and you are the picture of innocence and romance at first glance, facing outside at the crowd of licentious and lustful bodies dancing under the lights, almost perfectly still. 

At second glance, someone could catch his hands creeping up your shirt, cupping both of your breasts, maybe the fact that your neck is craned backwards into a nearly painfully deep kiss every so often. Maybe they catch how your head tilts upwards and he spits in it before chasing it back for you with a drink to your lips. Maybe they realize you’re not just seated in between his legs but on his cock, concealed by the front of your double-slitted dress.

He moves ever so often, a single thrust upwards to keep you on your toes, only to laugh musically in your ears as you struggle to keep your composure.

VII. (I am so obsessed)

The granite of the wall Sanzu has you hiked up against is freezing cold as is the frigid air outside the club but the warmth of his body against yours is enough. 

Short, rapid thrusts upwards into your cunt and the sound of his groans as he hikes up one of your legs for better access do the opposite jobs of disorienting and grounding you. You didn’t know you were this flexible, but for him, you are stretching yourself to the limit. There are hard slaps of your cheeks intermittently that threaten your posture - you don’t know how long you can assume this position. Sanzu’s ruined your mascara and possibly every article of clothing you own.

[queeniridescence]

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙

(Baji x reader)

𝕭𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊: 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬(𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠),𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭,𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩,𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐚 𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲,𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞.

They say that the sun brings life....but it took one away from you.

As you were about to go and take a long needed rest,you heard the door knocking.You went and opened it,revealing a person,who you recalled was Chifuyu.He was a good friend of your ex-boyfriend Baji Keisuke,but after your breakup with Baji,you no longer found it in yourself to face his friends.

The memories of that painful breakup still lingers in your mind. 'Where did I go wrong?'you would say to yourself. 'Was it because I wasn't understanding enough of his struggles?'.You remember how it was on your 3rd anniversary since you guys started dating.

Though he broke your heart when he left,he was still the only one who mended it when you were lonely,or when you had a family fight and ran away from home.

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"Tch,Y/N-chan....Why are your hair so fucking messy?CAN'T YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM??" Baji said trying to brush your long and frizzy hair.

"AHHH IT HURTS..." you said slapping his hands away from you.

"Well maybe if you took care of your hair like I do,none of this shit would have happen- *crack*YOUR FUCKING HAIR BROKE MY PRECIOUS BRUSH YOU BITCH I'M GONNA-"

He ran after you, looking furious as ever.You were laughing like a banshee while running for your life.

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"B-but B-Baji..i won't interfere with your business with a gang or anything.I won't visit you in Toman,please I won't-"

"I'm not longer in Toman.I'm a member of Valhalla now."he said,while tying his hair up in a bun.

"Baji...why would you leave a gang like Toman for those headless angels criminals?BAJI THIS IS NOT LIKE YOU"you screamed and jumped on him,causing him to fall down.

After a few miserable and pathetic punches thrown at him,Baji grabbed your weak hands and said

"I'm no longer the Baji you used to know."

He removed your weight from his body and walked away,leaving you screaming like a hysteric on the cold floor of the subway station.

He left you.He abandoned you.He walked out of your life,the only souvenirs you had of him were the good moments and the promise bracelets you both gave each other.

And on those,were imprinted the words

'I might be gone,but I'm forever in your heart♡'

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And that was the same bracelet Chifuyu slid inside your shaky cold hands,your soul already detached from your body.

"H-he told me to give you this,before dying."he said but your brain went blank.

"I'm sorry...I couldn't save him."The broken boy infront of you fell on his knees.He was crying and screaming in agony.

You on the other side,were benumbed by the news you've just heard.Staring down at the bracelet that was covered in Baji's blood,your legs felt numbed and you broke down on the floor.

Chifuyu grabbed the back of your head and rested it on his shoulders.He was caressing your back,drawing invisible circles on it,while trying hard to find soothing words to comfort you.

"Don't cry Y-Y/N,please.Don't cry." he managed to say calmly but at the end,his voice and emotions ended up betraying him.

You could tell by the way his chest rose and fell,by the way that his jaws was moving up and down that he was doing his best to act tough and invulnerable infront of you.But deep down you knew that he was the one who deserved more consolation and empathy than you did.Afterall,he was the one who was there with Baji from the beginning.He was there when Baji chose to leave Toman,he was Baji's disciple.

You removed your head from the crook of his neck and grabbed his cheeks,staring at his lachrymose eyes.

"Chifuyu,thank you for staying with Baji till the end."you dried his tears with your thumb.

Chifuyu looked at you,with a reassured face.He grabbed your hands and said

"He loved you you know.He never told me anything right after your breakup but I could see a picture of you in his pocket.I knew that the only reason he ended your relationship was because he chose a fate where he would die in it.But he always loved you and wanted the best for you."

You looked down at the promise bracelet one last time before putting it on a shelf,next to all the pictures that you and Baji took together,to which you remembered each and every single moment of them.

You turned around and saw Chifuyu on his knees,a hand to his heart.

"I'll protect you Y/N.Baji told me to protect you so this is my duty now.You are under the guard of Toman and we will always protect you.I won't let anyone lay a single finger on you.I swear it on my life."

And at that moment,you felt happy.Because inside of Chifuyu's eyes,you could see your Baji staring right back at you,reciting the same exact words that Chifuyu just said.It was as if Baji's soul was communicating with you through Chifuyu and it showed how powerful the meaning behind the very words imprinted on the promised bracelet you had was.

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"I might be gone,but I'm forever in your heart"he said,and handed a colorful bracelet with a BxY/N.

You stared at the bracelet in awe

"How much did you pay for that?"you sadly said.

"No need to care about the price.I'll buy a whole gold mine for you."His cheeks reddened,his eyes evading your face.

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One last tear slipped from your eyes and slid down the curve of your smile.

You laid a hand on your belly,

"I trust that you'll take care of us Baji"

Even if the sun took one life away from you on that day,it still brought another one.

[mintseesaw]

Aurora | 2

aurora - n. dawn Pairing: general!jungkook x princess!reader Genre: angst, smut, historical au, joseon dynasty au, established relationship au, secret love affair au Word count: 7.9k Warnings: smut, outdoor sex, rough sex, details of struggles due to war, manifestation and mentions of hallucinations, lewd dreams, manifestation of character dynamic Summary:  A story that centers on a forbidden love affair amidst the centuries-long war of greed and power. Rating: explicit mature content Disclaimer: based on King Sejong’s time, yet is fictional and not historically accurate note: uhm,,, I’m sorry?? yfasksksdkh song recs for this chapter: still with you (jungkook) and through the night (IU)

With your back facing the front lawn of the house kneeling as you lay the fresh mint leaves onto the fabric covered bamboo mat, you scramble in your feet when you hear the distinct sound of the wicket opening to reveal the person you have been expecting home for an hour ago. That was what Jungkook had caught you up in, drying some greens for his daily dose of tea he has grown fond of over the course of months of your marriage.

“Jungkook, you’re back. What did the king want from you?” You asked, expectantly. Of course, he had anticipated your curiosity when the king, whom you have no contact with since your marriage, suddenly summoned him. Your husband. Jungkook did not respond as he greets you with an embrace and a soft peck on top of your head. “Seobang-nim,” you call, however, Jungkook has other intentions rather than entertain your curiosity. “I miss you, wife.” He mumbles against your temple. Your mouth slowly curves into a smile. His sweet, little remarks always win a reaction from you. “You saw me before you went to the palace.” “Still…” Jungkook trails, proceeding with his very intention through the tiny prurient squeezes of his palms on your hips. Adamant to know more about his itinerary, you lightly pull back to peer at your indifferent husband. His grip intentionally loosens, but not enough to let you go. Yet, it was an opportunity for you to increase your proximity. “Tell me, what was the purpose of your visit? Why would His Majesty suddenly summon you?” With your tilted head and focused, expectant eyes, waiting for him to supply you an answer, he draws a heavy sigh. “He wants me back in the service. Did it answer your curiosity, wife? Now, can I indulge my breakfast? I did not have a proper meal last night, wife.” He sentiments, with a trickle of provocative tone in his whisper. He sees you peeking from your eyelashes, giving him a glare, as if silently scolding him for obnoxiously lying through his teeth. However, before you could accuse him of anything, a small yelp instead broke out from your throat as Jungkook lunges forward, using his obvious advantage to make his lewd thoughts a reality. Given your unsuspecting mind and feeble-like strength due to last night’s steamy activities, Jungkook is well aware you had not regain your stamina just yet to oppose his advances. With the evidence of his arousal pressing deliciously against your stomach, your protests were swallowed as he devours your mouth whole. His hands on your nape controlling his ministration and on the small of your back maneuvering your length right against his towering built. Contentious with his early carnal needs, you try to keep your heavy-lidded eyes open as the warmth of his mouth spreads so heavenly on the length of your neck.

“Jungkook,” He hears you mewl. His mouth twitched, just by your weakening grip onto the fabric of his robe and your soft, breathless call of his name tell him your supposed defiance is slowly disappearing into bubbles of vapor. As his constricting arousal longs for your tight, warm sheath, he wasted no more time, hoisting you up in his embrace and strutted effortlessly towards the terrace. Carefully, he laid you flat against the timber-made floor, then swiftly hovers your body in between your thighs with his arms supporting his weight above you. With urgency, he shuffles through the multi-layered articles of your skirt, lifting them up until your undergarments are visible enough for him to be able to pull the strings to remove the tiny piece of fabric hiding his hidden gem. In other times, he would show you just how much he loves worshipping every inch of your body through his mouth and fingers without losing the momentum, if not inflaming his desire more. But right now, he just needs to fill you up good, fast and hard. As he proceeds to open his robe, pulling the strings of his baji to free his length, he felt the warm squeeze of your hand in his arm. His dark, lustful eyes squinted to yours. “Jungkook, someone might come in.” You attempted to argue in between your rapid intake of breaths. With an arch of his eyebrow, he manage to make a point to ease your worry, “We have not had a visitor since our marriage, Jagi. Do not worry about it. Have you not seen me locked the door when I arrived?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. But as he releases his aroused member, he caught your pellucid eyes as hunger slowly replaces your supposed hesitation. Knowing he has gained all your focus now, specifically in his bare lower region, Jungkook pumps his sleek length. Your loose grip in his arm gradually closes tightly, your teeth piercing through the suppleness of your lip. He couldn’t wait any moment longer, he nudges his head on the curve of your neck to counter the tremors of lust coursing through his body, giving you a second more before he loses it all. With his skillful fingers, he uncovers your dripping core. His awaiting steel hard cock coming in contact on your warm, fully aroused center as his sensitive head pokes in your warm entrance. “Forgive me for taking you this way my love, I just need to be inside you now.” And just as he utters those words, he jerks his hips against your pelvis so forcefully that his balls slam right at your other hole from the impact, as his tip touching the undiscovered depths in your sheath. “J-Jungkook!” Your screams pierced through your throat uncontrollably as he builds an incredibly unforgiving pace. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, jagi.” He promises in between pleasurable groans. The tightness of your hot walls around his thickness indicates his intrusion must be painful for you—a stark contrast to the blissful grip of your tight pussy around his shaft. But the way you cling onto him, the way you meet his powerful thrusts halfway through, and the way your back arches when he rams so deep inside, indicate a different story. “Do you like it, my love? Tell me. Tell me how I make you feel, Jagi.” He demands, wanting to wring something from you just to validate the endless strings of pleasure trailing in his lower region. “It feels good, Jungkook please… Don’t stop, don’t—” another cry rips through you as your walls spasm involuntarily at the intense surge of sparks spreading from your core. He knows, you’re close just as he is. In most instances, he would prolong his pleasure, delivering you to the end several times, yet not chasing his own, and only reaching for his orgasm only when you’re too exhausted to take him yet again. However, this moment is not among those cases. Right now, he wouldn't deprive himself from chasing his release as it becomes too powerful, too addicting to prolong. “Yes, yes. Fuck!” He hisses onto your neck, endlessly pummeling through you. And just about another inch of moment where he reaches the seventh heaven, he feels his shoulder shook. With a flick of a finger, his world came in a painful halt. Then everything turns black, and into evanescence, he arduously returns into the real world. Particularly, in the depths of the woods where he'd wasted himself in the dead of the night along with his subordinates. As his smoky vision briefly skims through his surroundings, he immediately concluded his fate last night. He failed to make it inside his tent, and the only thing he could blame it for is the alcohol his subordinates had provided the night prior. He was too intoxicated, and the spirit of alcohol still lingers in his head as he felt it faintly pounds. At least he had the decency to sleep against a tree. The army had camped here to rest for the night, but the intended rest turned into a chaotic, wasted moment of their lives.

He lifted his death glare to whoever dared cut off his dream, ready to slice their head off of their shoulders. Jungkook was met with an anguish looking soldier. “My lord, forgive me for disturbing your rest but our comrades— they are trying to kill each other. One of them is already severely wounded.” The soldier exclaimed frighteningly, his face is covered with beads of sweat. Why did these soldiers even partook the army only to be such wimps dealing with their violent comrades? The commotion could be heard from his spot, the clashing sounds of sword against sword could be heard through the peaceful silence in the forest. Dismayed, Jungkook collected himself. He dismisses the soldier through a wave in his hand then disgruntledly rub his palms on his face to wear off his hazy vision and stood, bracing himself for another long day of journey. He must remind his subordinates who is in-charge of this army. However, with his head lowered, he notices the effect his dream had caused a mere second before he had recognized the pain. There it was, a tent of his own arousal. Groaning, he deliberately bumps his head against the uneven surface of the trunk of the indigenous tree he had slept against at. Dozing off in the oddest, most incoherent positions and places is not something foreign for him, for the soldiers. At some point, they had to spend nights stuck inside manholes in the middle of the forest to catch the rebels— who like them, have manmade caves to keep their tracks untraceable.

The ache in his back and neck he undoubtedly obtained from spending the night leaning against the hard bark of the tree in is nothing compared to the constricting pain in the expanse of his lower region. His lewd dreams had frequented in his nights these past few months—years even. They not only consist of his dirty little fantasies with you, but figments of how he'd imagine his future to be. They are almost real, and a story on their own. He‘s certain he’s gone crazy by the manner his dreams are able to create the images his heart had coveted, how his thoughts hone his dreams and stir something feral from his body, his impure needs. Perhaps, that’s how he had cope with your absence. Time had passed by a blur, but his feelings had not. It’s not so surprising to ponder over it for you are his other half, the soulmate the gods have bestowed upon him. He only needs to fulfill his mission, and it won’t be too long until he completes it. He misses you just as his soul longs to hear your delicate voice, your sweet laughter. He covets to be blessed upon your elegant beauty, and your bright smiles.

He had considered writing letters for you to ease the longingness in his bereft heart. However, the risks are too high for him to act upon his wish. Being an enemy in the unclaimed territory, foreign rebels would not think twice of hurting someone on his behalf. And that includes you. The adversity the two of you had caused four years ago left an ugly wound on your reputation, that was what he had gathered from his messenger. Despite the hierarchy of your status, noble families in the capital refuse to offer their unmarried sons to the princess for fear of being inflicted with misfortune tailing from the sin you had committed. The thought of you having to endure the pain from the gratuitous judgement of the people became his nightmare. No. It used to be his nightmare, as convinced by his selfish instincts. A blessing in disguise. In the midst of the predicament both of you have endured for years, your situation had only amplified his hope and eagerness to survive the uncertainty living in the  battlefield. If no one would want to have your untouched, pure soul, he will gladly have you in his arms. With the military power he had acquired, the significant impact the army under his leadership had contributed over the years, and the loyalty of the army to him, the king would not refuse to his bidding. Even with a promised prince at your disposal. Still, the fear of losing you for someone else had cogently crossed his mind. Rare is when he dwells into solitude. And it is fortunate to be the case for him as he would not have to deal with the overwhelming plethora of emotions his heart carries every sane second of his life in the north. Mayhaps, his traitor mind chooses to play fool of him through an endless series of dreams. Of you. With you. It was a tricky game that he willingly succumbs himself into. Through the years, he had lost count how many lives he had ended, how much enemies had his sword touched their blood in order to survive the truculent situation in the borders. He knows, despite having his foot buried deep in the ground, he would survive in the death trap alive or, at least, breathing. But he realized, the longer he endures the uncertainty in the north, the higher the possibility of him losing in another battle. That, or he’d have to have you as soon as he arrives in the capital. That was his final consolation before he proceeds to slice through the disturbing sound of commotion, cheers of encouragement rather than peace. It was not only him who had gone insane from the years worth of ordeal they had braved through, it seems. The mere sight of a brawl now entertain his army. If these pieces of shit do not stop killing each other off just by the presence of their general, Jungkook might as well do the job, himself.

Since the deployment of the extensive military presence at the borders of Joseon, neighboring empires have adopted similar strategy to protect their own lands from possible foreign invasions. In Joseon empire, threats of rebellion were already ceased some months ago. But the war didn’t dissipate in Joseon. Now bearing enemies inside the territory. Among the endless reasons why the king had out of nowhere summoned one of his trusted allies, is to seek perspective over these matters from someone as wise as he is. Perhaps, wiser than he could have ever been. Since his ascension to the throne, his brother had completely extended his loyalty to him. With his brother on his side, he was able to see the situations on the outside palace. Corrupt officials from isolated states are seized, stripped off their positions, and arrested for the rest of their lifetime. The only thing they have not agreed so far is the forthcoming marriage of the princess with a Ming royalty. The former prince considers it an unwise judgment to arrange the princess’ marriage with a foreign ally, arguing foreign empires, an ally or not, will inevitably shift partisan as the need arises. If war stirs between them in the future, the princess may be used as a token of weakness against the Joseon empire. “Rumor has it that Councillor Kang is plotting to stir a commotion regarding the first born son’s title, Your Majesty.” He supplies to the King before taking a graceful sip from his tea cup. Perhaps, if there is one thing he misses in his previous life, it’s the refreshment teas and the sumptuous serving of meals in the palace that are exclusively served for the royal family. His resources are now limited, despite the constant help the Queen Dowager sends in his behalf, he cannot rely on anyone for his survival. King Namjoon made a sound of agreement, deeply in thought of his current predicament. “I have anticipated that even before Consort Li gave birth to my son. The opposition will always find a way to seek for my weakness.” “They cannot use the prince against you or the queen. The customs favor your wife in this matter. For a concubine’s son to qualify as the crown prince, he must be taken under the care of the queen. But in this case, no existing law would support the Southern Party’s agenda if the queen is already carrying the next king.” King Namjoon heaves a long sigh, viisibly relaxing, despite the creases present on his forehead. He had thought the same thing. “You are right. Clearly, they have nowhere to go but to follow the process. However, something portent tells me this does not conclude their plan to destroy our family. I need to gather enough proof of their misdeeds before they come chasing for my dethronement.” Namjoon discloses the last remnants of his worries. Yoongi’s lips curve into a dark smug, disgusted by the audacity of those greedy snakes to even attempt to disrespect the throne of the monarch with their lousy lives. "You mean, you are thinking of the possibility that they may attempt to challenge your throne, Your Majesty?” Yoongi echoes. As the thought crosses his mind, he agrees with the king. There is a possibility. However, would the favored faction risk their positions over a poorly, indecisive move?

As if the monarch heard his thoughts, King Namjoon proceeds to speak, "The Southern Party will not dare lose their only chance to be in government. They know of my capabilities. I could turn and replace the government if they insist against my will. This is why I need your help, Hyung-nim. I need to know what the people think of my first born son. They might consider using my people for their selfish interests.” Yoongi studies the king’s face for a moment, recognizing something he only ever had witnessed once when their father had succumbed to his illness, vulnerability. “Of course, Your Majesty. Expect my letters in the coming days. I will envoy a different messenger to avoid raising suspicions from the state council.” He immediately bid a farewell to the monarch, before leaving the royal quarters of the study. Discreetly, he saunters across the length of the endless maze-like hallways in the royal residence. No one must have recognized him for even the court ladies who run into his way did not stop to pay respect to the king’s brother. It did not matter to him, because his unrecognizable identity allowed him to live peacefully outside the palace. As he scurries past the series of familiar quarters, his mind wanders back to the discussion he had exchanged with the king.

Yoongi did not willingly lose his title, in favor of his younger brother just for the throne to be snatched away by these corrupt officials. He knew. He already had the realization at a young age that the throne, his birthright, was not for him. It was not his right, not only because he despises the tremendous responsibility that the title carries but he perceives his skills are not equally meant to rule the nation his father had cherished all his life. Despite inherently having the highest title a prince could acquire, he believed the third born prince, his prodigy brother, deserved to be the next in line in the throne. With this in mind, he did the simplest form of deviation, committing ungracious and inappropriate acts inside the court. His misbehavior acts lasted for months until the state council had had enough of it. Yoongi succeeded, he was stripped off his title. But he paid the lasting price of his deviance. Being banished in the palace as the court perceives his presence as a threat to the next heir.

It was an ironic thought. He deliberately lose his title only to be seen as a threat to the throne. Following this predicament, frightened by ascending to the highest title of a prince, the second born prince abandoned his title in pursuit of his dreams.

The assumption of crown prince was then passed to the third born prince. His feet continued to take him to the right paths. Never relenting, mindlessly scanning the nostalgic, extravagant constructions in the royal residence. Not until he heard a familiar feminine voice that he abruptly stops and peers behind his back. Catching a glimpse of his sister, his stoic expression slowly softens. You quickly strutted forward without losing the grace you had mastered from being taught since you were tiny when the top of your head barely reached his hips. Excitement bubbled up inside you at the sight of your eldest brother. You lower your head, and instead of hearing a proper greeting from your brother, he scolds you just like the old times. "Stop the formalities, Princess. I am no longer of title.” Your eyebrows form a line while a smile ghosts on your expression. “But you are still a Grand Prince for me.” He leans closer and ruffles the side of your perfectly braided hair, to which earns a protest from you. His smile widens, revealing the sets of his pearly white teeth. “I have missed you. It’s been a while since you’ve showed up here. What brings you here? Have you visited mother? What about the King?” He bursts into series of soft chuckles. “Slow down, little flower. No one is chasing you down here, is there?” Your face stretches in a frown, "You seemed to be already going out of the palace, Orabeoni. Do you not wish to see us before you go?” "I apologize, Your Highness, I have matters to attend to. I will come back to visit you and Her Majesty in the future." You sigh, but nod in understanding of the situation. His life now revolves outside the palace, you realized. "I hope you have been living well?" “You don’t have to worry about me. Perhaps, it would not be wise to tell you in detail the beautiful things I have witnessed during my travels.” He regards, meaningfully. You understood what he meant.

The bright smile your face adorns slowly fading, “You have heard, haven’t you? That was a long time ago...” The least for him to do to fill the void of the loss of his family is through gathering news about them. It was the safest means for him to remain knowledgable of his family’s matters rather than exchanging letters with them. Despite losing his royal status, living outside has given him the wholly overview of the nation. He had learned a lot of things for his survival and for his scholarly works. With his brother’s permission to delve into the records in the Bureau of State Records for his scholarly works, he stumbled upon the history of his ancestors, and the untold secrets of the old royal families. Even the undiscovered edicts, one of which would soon reverberate through the empty halls of the palace.

“I always know what goes on in here even when I’m not around.” A small smile rests on the corner of his lips in the hopes of lessening your sudden uneasiness. Somehow, it did. “What about Prince Hoseok? Have you heard of him? Since his disappearance, the queen dowager and Prince Taehyung refused to talk about his whereabouts.” “Do not worry about Hoseok. He is, like I am, in the best condition of his life.” He prompts with collected patience. Living far from the extravagant lifestyle was difficult to get used to. But as the beauty of life slowly unravels for his eyes to admire on, he realizes he had no regrets giving up everything his previous life had offered before him. For you to navigate the same onerous path he took to endure the new, yet simple living, he’d rather have you revolved your life around the good side of the world, somewhere where nobility surrounds you. Life outside the palace is cruel and filled with misfortunes and unsaid miseries. “I’m relieved to hear that. Please take this before you go,” You say, reaching out to your braided hair, unclasping the gold pin and placing it in his unwilling palm. He arches an eyebrow, questioningly. "It’s the only thing I have right now—“ “I should take my leave now, Your Highness.” “Right, then please accept my gift, brother. I believe it carries luck as well as my prayers… for your security.” Yoongi draws a long breath, closing his palm around the metallic piece of accessory, wondering what he would it use for. Crouching forward, he places an affectionate kiss on the top of your head, dropping a promise, “I will come see you when you get married.” Your brother swiftly pulls back and turns away without sparing a single glance from your direction, heading off towards the secret passage that only you and your siblings knew. The same path you crossed when you took off years ago. His sudden disappearance made your apprehension profound, and at the mention of a forthcoming marriage, it left a disturbing, unwarranted feeling at the pit of your stomach. You have been faithfully loyal to your promise, despite the uncertainty. You tirelessly waited for his return. But, it does not mean you would only vain while you remain unmarried. You have aged a couple years since he left the capital. While you age more, your royal duty becomes inescapable. Years without him have not been forgiving, but there was nothing you could hope for as you remained out of the attention of the government, avoiding an inevitable marriage— something that should have happened several years ago. As much as the queen dowager worries for your future, the situation seems to be more a blessing than curse for you. You have no power to control an arrangement that only the queen and the king have, and the only way for you to stay unmarried is to avoid the marriage itself. However, you know, as time ticks off, the life of a lighted candle decreases. So are your chances. You wish to see him, at least, at the break of dawn.

On the east side of the grand palace, unbeknownst to the rest of the royal family, the queen had met with the queen dowager in the garden of Huwon, at the similar period of time while the king and his brother were at the royal residence. A couple of servants and royal guards were awaiting on behalf on the foot of the pavilion. More than a year ago, the queen dowager had descended from the throne when the first ranking lady in the Selection whose father governs a remote state in a distant province assumed the highest position a female of title can acquire. From then on, the king's mother had learned to trust the queen for her genuine efforts in regulating the palace women's affairs. With her faith on the queen's fair judgement to the matters in the inner court, she bestowed her blessing to arrange the princess' marriage with a suitable man of nobility. It was the purpose of their vigilant meeting in the secluded royal garden of the East Palace. But the profound carefulness in addressing the matter had soon reached the prying ears of the government officials through their scattered watchful spies disguised as servants inside the grand palace. Rumors of your betrothal rapidly spread through the halls of the palaces and into the capital. Your forthcoming marriage had been expected years ago, but as you had remained unmarried for a long time, the society had already concluded your future. Being a lonely maiden for lifetime, as your punishment for painting damages to your virtue and disobeying the gods’ laws. When the news reaches Yoongi, he immediately decided to return to the capital.

Several days later, half of the army from the northern border had finally returned to the capital, and into the East Palace’s throne hall, they had paid a respect to the king of the nation. The couple hundreds of soldiers in a full view from the king's throne, it was a display of the king’s military power from the watchful eyes of the prospective enemies. While the army stood outside, across the king’s throne hall, General Jeon entered the royal throne to present himself as the leader’s army which he had led for the past four years. His left arm holds his head armor, the other hand securing two scrolls as he takes long powerful strides across the length of the hall towards the awaiting monarch on the throne. With his head high, he stopped in front of the throne, before he crouches on his bended knee, and lowered his head in front of the King. It was not long before he rose back from his feet. The authoritative voice of the contented king resonates inside the throne hall. “I am glad you have survived the war, Jeon. I have not missed a reading on all your accomplishments. Although your army have lost a great amount of soldiers in the past four years, I am immensely impressed by your skills and leadership for you have not only captured the rebel leaders but also conquered parts of the outside north.” King Namjoon could perhaps be in an ephemeral peace. With the influence and loyalty of the army the general has come to acquire, General Jeon would make a great ally for his empire. He needs to keep it that way. “It is the only way I see fit to end the war against the rebels. If we have not conquered the North, they will not surrender on their own.” General Jeon proceeds, with the boldness of him to return the stare of the king. King Namjoon did not mind, in fact, the fearlessness that the General emits through his mere stature impresses him. The same general couldn’t even risk lifting a gaze in front of the ruler a few years ago. But the young general before is nowhere near recognizable from the man standing in front of him. The battlefield had honed the general into a real soldier. Tracing his stubble on his jaw, he continues to praise the general, “I commend you, Jeon. I must say, you are wiser than the late general. What have you brought for your king in your return, May I ask?” Jungkook didn’t waste any second longer, handing out one of the scrolls to the king’s eunuch. He waited until the eunuch places it on the king’s table before concluding the content of the scroll. “That record accounts for the extension of the lands outside the northern border. The peasants and commoners who reside in these areas now recognize you as their king. With this piece of record, no other ruling monarch would question your ownership to the conquered lands. Unless, they want to seek war against your kingdom.” “I am beyond impressed, Jeon.” King Namjoon asserted, clearly showing his utter astonishment. As he skims over the sloppy, almost unillegible calligraphy, Jungkook decides to prompt another matter, a significant one. “Perhaps, Your Majesty, you have heard that the Ming empire had sent an ally troop for us in the north.” Showing too little interest over the subject, King Namjoon's attention stills on the scroll’s content. “I am aware, General Jeon. What matters with it?” “Commander Park, the leader of the Ming army, is the 13th prince of the Ming empire, full blooded brother of Emperor Kim. One of his brothers had warned him about the traitors in the Joseon court. It is Councilor Kang who attempted to seek alliance with the Ming princes against your ascension, Your Majesty.” At the mere mention of the Southern Party's leader, the attention of the king immediately shifted to the general. Perplexed, the heat of anger rushes in him. If this is the truth, he would make the Southern Party receive an unforgiving punishment for threatening his throne. “You don’t say…” The king dangerously trails, “Do you understand what your allegation could mean if it bears no truth?” King Namjoon couldn’t seem to perceive the credibility of his claim. There was nothing he could read from the general. Nothing but the dead in his eyes. “I am merely relaying the words of Commander Park to you, Your Majesty. It is not an accusation from me but a warning not to trust Kang’s pretense intent of peace.” With the dark grin ghosting on the general's face, King Namjoon scrutinized his expression. What is his motive? “You are not telling me this out of concern for my throne, Jeon.” He warily prompts, testing the waters. He has no doubts of his loyalty. If there is one thing the king is certain, Jungkook honors his words. But with the sudden shift of the discussion, King Namjoon is suddenly holed up with utter confusion. The slight curve of Jungkook’s lips twitches more as his eyes remain black. Empty. “You are right, Your Majesty.” Jungkook has been keeping it long enough, after fulfilling his duty and his unspoken promise to his father, it’s about time to fulfill the most important one in his lifetime. “What is it that you wish in exchange for this giving me this information?” “I have not yet told you that Commander Park and Prince Jimin are the same person. It is the same prince you have arranged betrothal with Princess ______, is it not Your Majesty?” His eyes narrowed. So this is about the princess all along? “That matter is not of your concern, Jeon Jungkook. You must know where your position would account for your regard. I would not wish for you to be among my enemies, Jeon. Stay away from the princess.” admonishes the monarch. “I do not wish to start a war against you, Your Majesty. I am merely seeking for your blessing to grant me this decree.” Jungkook raises the scroll before holding it forward towards the Eunuch’s reach. He spoke no more and waited for the King to read the decree. Once King Namjoon got hold of it, he urgently opened the scroll, eyes eagerly skimming over the texts written in familiar calligraphy. Jungkook watches the shock slowly uncovers from the face of the King. The control and power crumbling into pieces as the riffles his eyes through him pellucidly, throwing the scroll on his table. Whatever it is that was in the decree has discomfited the king as the darkness of his eyes now matches the general's lifeless eyes.

“This couldn’t be possible…” He calmly concluded amidst the fury his expression is giving away. Did he think he had outsmarted me? King Namjoon silently thought. He turns to his side, the glower in his face effortlessly made his Eunuch tremble in fear. “Call the Chief Secretary!” He ordered. Despite the king's anger, Jungkook remains passive, anticipating the worst that may blew up by revealing the undisclosed edict. If this is the his ploy in order to have the king capitulated on his terms, he has to pay for the inexorable price of his crime, a military official or not.

On the other side of the capital, there you were in the market, enjoying your time outside the palace. This day is one of the few instances you are allowed to wander off in the capital. The Queen has reasonably permitted for your gratuitous trips. You are grateful for she did not perceive your royal status as a threat to her ascension for you want to sustain a peaceful relationship with the royal family. Years ago when Jungkook brought you in this particular shop, you have frequented here since. The lady merchant has grown a liking to you for you have always been one among her generous customers. The pieces of accessories they sell, you have learned, were crafted by individuals of no noble descents. Your fondness of buying illegally published literally books was replaced by adding up pieces by pieces of jewelry and hair accessories to your collection. After a moment of eclectic selection, you finally have made up your mind which pieces you would purchase this time. Instead of making your way back to the palace after purchasing these items, you decided to stay a little longer, absentmindedly surveying the variety of inexpensive goods aside from the luxurious pieces the shop sell.

A few feet away from your stance, a rugged looking man of seemingly from a noble trace with the dark, elegant shade of his robe approaches the same merchant. And even without a gay atop his head, the rarity of his robe’s colors colors could already be speaking of power. This man is not just one among those government officials that commoners frequently see in the daylight.

The eager shop owner beams, noticing the indifference of the noble man’s eyes as they bore over the pool of jewelry pieces and accessories. Perhaps, another prospected customer who is merely buying for their lover, “My Lord, do you wish to buy something for your wife?” It was then the lips stretch in an endearing smile, “Yes, I’d like to purchase something for my lady. Do you have something to recommend for me?”

The shop owner surveys the official for a brief moment, before an idea pops into her mind. “Oh, I have been keeping this one of a kind piece for a long time, now. If you are interested, My Lord, I’ll show it to you.” The shop owner regards in a mysterious, lingering tone, as if to pique his curiosity. Why did she not offer you this piece? You pondered, without lifting your gaze upon them. “Go on.” He encourages. The seller holds out a small intricately designed box, opening it in front of him to reveal a pair of plain yet immaculately crafted gold rings. "This was brought to a temple for five days in order to bring good fate for lovers. The shaman said to sell this to lovers who are willing to pay generously in exchange for a good future.” In a heartbeat, the man curtly nodded. "Consider it sold.” He says in a certain tone. The shop owner’s eyes widened in surprise, immediately collecting the box, allowing no opportunity for the man seemingly in a high-ranking position to afford such to change his mind. “Your lover is lucky to have you, My Lord.” The lady dreamily remarked. He only smiled and didn’t speak further as he hands out a generous amount of currency in exchange of the content of the small box.

You were there all along, listening closely to the interaction. The strange man caught your unsolicited attention with his mere voice. That’s what it seems. You're as puzzled as overwhelmed from unintentionally hearing the interaction. But you’re certain, he’s not the one you think he is. The man only sounded like him. Too late, for your heart already started pounding loudly on its own accord. Your state frozen, seemingly lost in your thoughts to have your body move as you wish. It was not your nerves but your doubts that is stopping you from looking at him to rest your judgment. It took you a while. And you regret not taking the chance when you had it because before you could gather your pittance of a strength to gaze upon the man, he was already out of sight. In desperation, your eyes eagerly search through the sea of people, mentally sifting through the layers and layers of passers-by as if your eyes will magically blur everything else to locate his figure. He was already gone. This has happened before. For several instances. Your mind always creates an imagery of him whenever he crosses your mind, wherever you are— seeing someone bearing his familiarity. But every time you do, you’re always unable to see their actual face. It was not him. That’s what you’re sure of.

He couldn’t be omniscient in nature, he couldn’t be in the north while grazing your presence here every now and then. He just couldn’t be here.

This is just one of them. Would your heart not mind if you see his home, at least, for the last time? Would it matter more to you to see his lifeless household, or would it just a waste of time and a heartache?

With your lurking mind, you scurried the path where your heart is taking you.

You didn’t really noticed the long, arduous walk you had gone through. The sun is about to set when you arrived. Your feet like a mind of their own, stopping in front of the wooden barricade. His mother has lived with his relatives in a distant town somewhere after Jungkook left.

There’s nothing else to see other than the barnished wooden gate. You cannot even open it for your own perusal. But you kept on coming back here for it was the only thing in the present that connects you with that memory, reliving them in the present. He spent his last moments here with you. But however beautiful your memories here had been, the contrited pieces always linger elsewhere in your mind as you relinquish the past. Fate is a mere imaginary force, perhaps, created by entities living in this world, as fictitious as happiness, as treacherous as love. While hope brings you a strong faith of anticipation to the uncertain, the endless cycle of waiting only gives you the bittersweet acceptance in return. There was no regret behind the years of your wasted youth amidst the inescapable obligation of being an object of possession under a political truce— the truth that you have to live from the guise of a royal birth. You kept your promise, and until time and your royal duty comes in between, you will stay faithful to your words. Your fingers quickly shed the moisture threatening to spill from your eyes. And as you emotionally gather yourself up, you turn away in bereft. Not knowing that someone from behind is going towards the opposite direction. With your occupied mind and your sudden move, it was too late for the stranger to step sideways to avoid your approaching figure. The impact left you immobile for a second, losing your balance as your legs gave away. However, they caught you just in time.

Ambivalently speechless, you were unable to scramble off to your feet away from them and utter words of apologies to the stranger you have caused a burden of. When you have recovered, you softly gasp in embarrassment, mumbling series of apologies without prying your bashful eyes up towards them. Scared that they will lash out at your carelessness. Not until you hear the voice of the stranger. “_______?” Your rapid breaths stutter, you felt like everything else around you stops but the loud thumping of your heart. Was it your mind one again creating a hallucination of him? Slowly, you lift your head up. But you swallowed the urge to gasp as your eyes eagerly rake through the rugged looking man in front of you. It was your first time to see their face, to see him fully. The face your mind has created for years. Unfortunately, nothing resembles him of Jungkook but his eyes. And his voice. Stupid of you to think he’s real. You immediately turn away, gathering the strength to go as far away as you can. “______ wait!” You hear them call, your mind is pretty adamant, because the farther you walk, the louder his voice gets to you. It was not long when they had caught up with you as you felt the force in your arm, yanking you back around to face him. “What are you doing here?” He asks the same question he uttered to you years ago when he saw you in front of his house. You clenched your eyes shut, disturbed with your evil mind’s tricks to play with your heart dangerously. How could it possible for him to be here, coincidentally when you’re mourning, when you had just imagined him at the capital? As much as you‘re convinced he’s not real, the warmth from his hands seeping through the fabric covering your arms as they keep you locked on their hold tell you the person isn’t just a figment or your imagination. He’s real? “Jungkook?” It took him a second before he realizes the tone of your affirmation. “You didn’t recognize me, Jagi? It’s me.” Lips quivering, you clasp his face in between your palms with your collected strength, silently wishing none of this is a part of your imagination like it has been in the past years. “Is it really you? Am I not just dreaming?” You whisper in grief, as your sorrowful eyes pierces through his soul. Something twists in his gut, catching your efforts as you control the faint sobs threatening to break out from you throat.

It was too late for you to swallow them as tears pooled out of your eyes. The calloused pads of his thumbs feather lightly brush against your tear stained cheeks.your efforts to control the faint sobs.

“I’m here. I came back for you. Haven’t I promised you that?” He wants to prove it to you, just so you would believe it is real. That he’s here before your eyes. His face was mere inches to yours, but he stilled, almost losing his control if not reminded by the fact that the two of you are out for the world to see. You blinked, hiding the dejection when he steps back just as you were anticipating something else. With a heavy heart, you prodded. “When did you come back?” Jungkook deliberately didn’t answer. You have all the time to ask him later. Right now, he needs you. Swallowing a big lump in his throat, his fingers entwine tightly with yours, gently tugging you forward.

“Come with me.” He says. “Jungkook, what...“ Your voice faltered, panting from the distance you had walked through. Your curious eyes follow his free hand as it swiftly unlocked the hidden bar of the wicket.

Just as he has pulled you inside the vicinity of his household, he pushed the door shut along with your body, pressing you flat against the hard surface. Jungkook cages you in between with his hands glued on the sides of your head. He used to dream about this happening. With you, in an arm’s reach. He stays still for a while, savoring the moment. His leering eyes quietly memorizing every detail on your face. You have not aged a year older. Jungkook thinks he was looking at your younger self. Except for your hollowed cheeks, and dulled pair of orbs, you still look mesmerizingly breathtaking, beautiful, pure and only his. He inches closer, invading your mouth with much controlled passion. The faint sting of his stubble as it made contact against your skin creates another foreign sensation, sparking desire within you as tremors run down your spine.

“Gods, I miss you.” He groans against your mouth. For a moment, you were stiff, shocked by the boldness of his advances. Jungkook had kissed you before, you had felt the wetness of his lips pressing against yours before, as he expressed his affection for you.

But not like this, not with the way he was lewdly nipping your lips, not with the way his tongue is chasing your own. Not with the way his hands are exploring the untouched parts of your body.

Jungkook nudges his head south, on the crook of your neck. He moves closer, flushing his huge body against yours. Your eyes clenched shut at the feel of his need on his lower region pressing on your clothed stomach. A soft cry resonates through the quietness of the household at the feel of his teeth and stubble piercing simultaneously through your skin. Bound speechless under your clouded mind, unable to discern the right and wrong when Jungkook plotted the hole that you have willingly allowed yourself to be buried into its depths.

As he captures your lips once more, your fingers corded beneath his long knotted hair. There was no turning back now. He will have you one way or another.

a/n: what do you guys think? im curious to know what your thoughts are pls share them with me :(( it’s rushed i know and as expected this is unedited so forgive me for grammar issues and typos

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[lovenona]

"But you look perfect messy with my cum," he croons as he drags his tongue across your stomach, distracted by the dull throb on his scalp. He's leaning into your palm as your fingers massage his roots, still loving, still caring, still considerate despite the amount of times he's played with you tonight.

That's the best part of you, he supposes. Baji loves the idea of you being as crazy as he is, of how daring you get when he's testing out new kinks or plays, how bold you are whenever you take over. But beneath all those, there's a you who's gentle, who aims to give and care; how you make sure your nails don't leave permanent marks on his shoulders and your tugs don't form bumps on his head.

These small gestures from you are treasures he keeps.

So Baji licks you up despite his words. He cleans himself off of you, off of the soft plush of thighs and your sweet, sweet cunt; gentle kitten licks that transitions to greedy laps, he's leaving kisses as he goes, nibbling your skin and leaving marks that would remind you who pleasures you well on the succeeding days. It's an apology he doesn't voice out. Perhaps edging you while he cums was a little too far. Baji intended for you to at least cum when he pulls out. Maybe it was too early.

You twitch when the cold metal of his peirce grazes your clit, a pleasurable sensation in your hypersensitivity. Baji's smirking st you as you watch him with that bleary gaze. There's fire in your eyes, daring him to fuck around. Maybe Baji wants to be kinder, to be the good boyfriend who delivers, who listens to your words and follow through. But handing it over to you on a plate seemed boring, too plain and mundane. He wants you to work yourself up, work himself up, to make a frustrating build that he knows would only amplify the pleasure once you finally cum.

"You wanna cum?" He asks as he removes your legs from his shoulder, leaning back and adjusting himself so he's sitting comfortably on the couch, "Come get it. I'll let you ride me the way you want."

Baji moves fast, your weight is nothing to his strength as abruptly pulls you up and lifts you to settle on his lap. He's laughing when you yelp in surprise, hands mapping your body as if he's never done so before, from the curve of your waist, to the small of your back, pulling you close to him a he takes one of your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling on your nipples. "You still good?" The question is muffled, yet clear enough for you to catch what he meant. A checkpoint. Are you still good to go? You nod as your hands glide over his shoulders, squeezing them as you go.

His movements are eager as he lifts you up, positioning his still hard cock on your entrance. He's sinking you slow, groaning as your walls clenched him tight, taking him deeper into you. "Move, Adele." Baji's thrusting into you encouragingly as he grips your hips, mumbling the words in your ear when you bury your face unto his shoulder, "Move or I'll fuck you on that coffee table instead. And you'll be too sore for that exam of yours."

— baji

this is the longest I've written as a mod wtf kinda surprised myself there

[SOBS at this absolute BEAUTY of a NOVEL]

baji’s tongue is a savior. delicious, wet, it sends shivers down my spine and fire into my lungs. it lets a chorus of soft and strung-out keisukes release from my lips. it satiates the ache that swells, the clit that cries. he knows every place that will make me squirm and every place that will cause my thighs to close in around his head. 

(and that piercing is heaven. i let myself crumble a little more, a little messier, when i feel it press against me.)

i should have known, of course, that baji only meant to tease. it’s that game of cat and mouse he likes to play, of feigning softness just to retreat moments later. he’s never liked when things are too easy: so i should not be surprised when he pulls his lips away, when he leaves me hanging. still, i mourn the absence, fool that i am, as i watch him sit back.

i'll let you ride me the way you want. before i can process the words i'm in his lap and the world is baji again, the broad expanse of his thighs, the warmth of his hands at my sides, his mouth that draws a whine from my own when he drags his tongue across my chest. i make my home here, mapping his shoulders the way he maps mine, breathing in the scent of sweat and cologne as i press my lips to his neck, a silent affirmation.

(and i know he’d done the same movements just a moment before, but still i grip his cock like a vice because i will never get over it. and still i’m releasing a silent cry into his shoulder because i never want to be over it.) 

move or i'll fuck you on that coffee table instead. i can’t deny it’s an enticing thought, shoving the contents on my table to the ground (a candle or two, a book i never finished, old headphones and the electricity bill) and staking our claims there. i wonder if the table would break, if i’d feel the ache of the wood on my spine for a week and a half. 

but that will come later, i decide, because i want to see where this goes first. with a gentle keen i roll my hips, setting the pace that i want and tat he doesn’t know he wants, letting myself cry into his shoulder, a beloved keisuke, keisuke, while i hold on for dear life. 

i know how baji likes to get fucked, what he wants and what he needs, so i follow it, determined, rolling my hips and bouncing in his lap until he moans for me, until he loses his mind. the burning in my thighs is nothing compared to the noise he makes in my ears, the way he’ll always be so vocal for me and i'll be for him. everything exists in perfect harmony when he whines for me, when he tells the entire apartment complex how fucking good he feels. 

because if there’s one thing baji can’t deny, it’s good pussy. i listen to his incoherent praises as i run my hands through his hair, as his lips explore every expanse from my chest to my throat. baji wants to get fucked; baji deserves to get fucked.

i want to ruin him, so i do. and when i can feel baji’s own movements become strained, when his hips stutter beneath me, when i feel an impending release shadow both of us, when i know what he wants and what he needs, i stop. i let my own impending orgasm wash away, gladly, because it means i’ve washed away his, stolen it from him and all of his sweet spots i know. i let him bask in the orgasm i offered us both and took away just as easily. 

“i'm tired,” i say, even when it’s not the case. “can’t move anymore.” 

[lovenona]

"Nah," Baji says under his breath. He's watching you as you whined and complained, as you weakly pull at him, his clothes, his hand, his cock. When you were like this, submissive and desperate for whatever he could offer, Baji feels inclined to play with you for a bit longer; enjoying your half-assed begs and your feeble attempts to get him working. Even if your eyes held the promise of murder if he wouldn't give you relief, he doesn't do anything.

"You know, you never really told me why you were so fucking distracted with Mitsuya tonight," he mumbles lowly as he fucks his hand a bit faster, ignoring your whines. Saying a name that's not yours while he's fucking himself leaves a bitter taste in his tongue. "But look who's fucking with who now, huh." Baji smirks as you glare at him, "Have some shame, Adele. Where'd all that big talk go?"

Maybe he's being horrible, a bit meaner than he usually is. Baji knows you're not playing around anymore, feels it in your impatience as you reach for him, as you try to rub his hard length to rile him up. But he can't help but hold back a little. He's possessive, a feral man with a need to stake his claim. And the only way for him to simmer down his jealousy without fucking you out in the open is to listen to you beg for him, listen to how much you need him, how only he can provide you this. And then, he'll fuck you hard and rough to make sure you never forget that nobody could fuck you better than he does.

When you call his name once more, a softer this time, a small and frustrated keisuke that leaves your lips, exactly the way he loves, he gives in. Just a little. "I'm still pissed, you know." Baji trails worshiping kisses on your body. He starts with your stomach, placing feather like kisses and kitten licks as he works his way up. He feels your hands pull on the fabric of his jacket, trying to push them off of his shoulders, desperatly searching and wanting to explore the expanse of his skin, to feel his muscles underneath your palm. He rubs the tip of his cock on your entrance and rests a palm on your stomach to hold you back from thrusting. So close.

But not yet.

"Come on, Adele," He whispers against your ear as he lets himself go and reaches for your hand, guiding them to your dripping self, "Finish yourself. I know you can give me one. You owe me an apology, don't you think?" He moves your fingers, spreading your lips and rubbing your clit, "I'll talk you through it. How'd you want my cock in there, huh? Go on, show me."

– baji

[BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER]

have some shame, adele. where'd all that big talk go?

i'd consider murdering him, maybe, if i wasn’t so infuriatingly head over heels. where’d all that big talk go? where do you think? it went out the window with the rest of my sanity the moment baji crossed through my apartment doorway. where’d all that big talk go? it evaporated into the air along with the rest of my big fucking ego until i became nothing if not pliant for him.

and of course there’s shame in it, in the way i’ll fold like a sheet of paper the second baji asks me to. but i can’t help it and i can’t stop it and so i swallow my pride with the blissful thought that baji must really be whipped if he’s this riled up. 

(and i'm pleased with it, with his insatiable need for possession, the way i always am.) 

keisuke works like a charm. i am reborn again beneath gentle lips and dainty teeth, beneath the warmth of his breath and the featherlight sensation of his hair as it trails from my stomach to my chest to my neck. it tickles, almost, caressing my cheeks like a blanket as his mouth settles at my ear. 

you owe me an apology, don't you think? i'd love to say sure but the fact of the matter is i can hardly think at all, not when his hands and my hands are drawing clumsy circles on my clit because and i'm hot and flushed all over because it’s utterly shameful and still not enough.

maybe i talked to mitsuya about his wardrobe for too long. and maybe i laughed at his joke when i should have been laughing at baji’s. but it’s too late now and i got what i asked for and now i live with it. 

and i can’t say no to baji, not anymore, not when his tongue is at my ear and he’s everywhere. so i do what he says with a tender ok, fine, flushed, tears at the corner of my eyes, and pretend there’s no shame in it. it’s hardly a chore to press a few fingers into my own weeping cunt and fuck myself, slowly at first, as if my life depends on it. it’s hardly a chore to toy with my clit like he was and search for the movement that will give me release.

but none of it matters, anyway, because my fingers will never reach where his do, will never hit every sweet spot with the same perfect dexterity and ease. there’s a string of whimpers escaping my lips but it’s not enough, it can’t be enough, and i dance near the edge without being able to fall over it. 

keisuke, keisuke. it’s the only word i know and it is both a prayer and a question that i beg of him, even if i don’t know exactly what i want from him anymore. 

“i can’t,” i say, closing my eyes, but i do not stop, will not stop, not until my hands fall off from the strain of it. i'm arching into him like it will answer my problems, like mere proximity will cure me. “please, keisuke.” 

[lovenona]

Baji hums at your words, enjoying the way they were said just above a whisper, revealing your desires; to the way you want everything he tells you, everything he's willing to offer like a good little whore, "Bet."

You're insatiable, and so is he. But Baji does not lose in his own game. He revels in the way you inch closer, as if you can't get enough of him, as if to tell him you need more; more than his thigh, more than the hands that burns your skin, more than his words. So he leans down, the hand on your breast moving to cup your nape, and he kisses you, slowly, like teenage lovers you once were, sharing your first kiss.

But he's older now, bolder and daring on levels he didn't know he could reach, so he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites, just enough to draw blood, for him to take that metallic taste on his tongue. And the moan you release makes his cock twitch; addictive as always, his personal drug.

"Yeah," he whispers as you suddenly grind against his thigh, movements desperate, shameless. You want it that bad, huh? "That's what I thought."

He doesn't let up. The hand on yourback moves further, ghosting over with the clasp of your bra. It would be so easy, one swift move and that's one peice of clothing out of the way. He'll rip that pretty shirt up, uncaring of the buttons that would scatter and get lost. You always found a way to get them fixed and replaced, after all. Maybe, this time, you could ask Mitsuya to fix it up.

It's too bad, really. As tempting as it was to rid you of your clothes and fuck you on this dirty asphalt, fuck you until only he remains in your mind, fuck you so hard that you would feel it for days, feel the emptiness of him from your cunt.

Really tempting.

It'a alright, thougg. Baji's got what he's wanted, anyway. A little payback, a small lesson for you, cockblocking you (or, frustratingly, he both of you). Hopefully now you understand that Baji is greedy for your attention and is never willing to share.

So, to your surprise, Baji untangles your fingers from his hair as he steps back. He stares back at you, face composed and neutral, as if he wasn't walking you down on a dirty fantasy just a second ago, getting you all worked up for nothing. He bets your wet, dripping maybe? Baji chuckles and offers you a kind sinister smile and walks back to his bike.

"Get on," he instructs you a he mounts his ride, revving the engine, "We're going back."

– baji

[SCREAMING AND CRYING]

i reckon the very notion of baji drawing blood will be the thing that sends me to my grave. it’s what sends stars across my vision, what causes something terribly hot and molten to course through my limbs, what causes a whimper to slip past my lips as if it exists beyond my control.

(his teeth and his tongue. i hate them and love them like angels and devils.)

motherfucker. it kills me that he knows how much i like it, how i'm horribly submissive when his hands move like that, when we’re a breath away from fucking in the street and i don’t even mind it. the entire world has been irrevocably reduced to baji, his hands on my nape and my bra and his thigh between my legs like it is the only thing that keeps me standing. 

and i can’t even be upset about this exchange of roles, because i am nothing if not baji’s goddamn bitch until i die. 

which is why it is so utterly nightmarish when he steps away and he is not touching me but jeering at me, at my distress and my confusion. what the fuck is he thinking? why the fuck did he stop? i can’t read his expression except for the dangerous mirth in his eyes and the smile that threatens to unravel the universe. 

i'm lost for a moment as my face falls, reeling from the loss of baji’s warmth and his hands and his lurid fantasy. fuck, it really is cold out here. like a lost puppy, i shiver, crossing my hands over my chest in an attempt to recreate what i'd had just moments ago, in an attempt to ignore the very real fact that my panties are definitely sticking to me and there’s an insatiable electricity buzzing everywhere from my cunt to my throat.

this absolute bastard. but i can’t say it because i’m a fucking mess and i want him. i don’t even bother to readjust my shirt because i can’t find the thoughts to.

“wait – what? what do you mean?” i say instead, my voice high and unsteady, but i follow him like i always do, even when i'm holding back my petty rage and palpable disappointment. “back where?” 

but what i wish i could say is why the fuck did you stop?

baji is killing me even as i loyally mount the bike behind him, even as i pathetically let my hands wander across his chest and his torso and the valley of his thighs (a simple investigation, i tell myself, but anyone would know otherwise) before they find a resting place around his waist and i press myself against his back. (it’s cold, i tell myself, and i'd hate to fall off the bike. but i think we know.) 

“w–where are we going?” it’s the only question i know how to say. and with my horribly wet panties and my insatiable brain i fear the answer even when i'd let baji take me anywhere.  

[lovenona]

"Nah," he mumbles as he nibbles on your skin between his teeth, pulling you close, flush against him, "I think you deserve that."

After tonight, you should know that he would be unrelenting. No way would he forget what you did, forget that feeling of envy that takes over him. No, you're not getting off easy; not until he's sure you understood that when he was around, your attention should only be on him.

Baji relishes in the way your hards are deep in his hair, the way the tug gently, as if asserting your control, as if you were encouraging him to go further. And damn if it didn't turn him on. You must hate the way he has you. The way he's playing with you, turning the tables around. He knows he's close, close to having you beg for his cock, to fuck you here without care of the consequences. It was in the way that you shakily take in a breath. Just a bit more, he thinks. A push or two.

Slowly, he slips one hand under your blouse, while the other holds the small of your waist; his plam meeting your warm skin, carassing, teasing as it grazes upwards. He loves the way you tense on the contact, "Maybe I can forgive you," he whispers seductively, trailing kisses up and down your neck, enjoying he way your hold on him tightens, the way you subconsciously grind on the thigh he has between your legs, "Maybe... you can make it up to me." The hand on your waist travels upward as Baji hungrily takes in the way your chest heaves in excitement. It travels futher, until it settles nicely, squeezing your clothed breast softly, eliciting a seductive moan out of you. My favorite song. "If you would moan my name out loud, out here in the open, maybe I'll consider filling that cunt of yours full. How about that, Adele?"

Look at you. Are you even aware of how you're already submitting?

He moves from your neck to stare at your face. You look beautifully frustrated, wanting, needing. You were anticipating more. Where was that good little doll who liked to ride him in the middle of the afternoon, teasingly cockwarming him when he's finished a project, take the lead and push him to the edge? "You want it bad, huh?" His eyes catches the way you bite your lip under his heated gaze and, unsurprisingly, his cock twitches at the sight, "Wanna be fucked like the little slut that you are?"

— baji

i'm passing away y’all need anything 😭

baji’s teeth are a crime.

i'd like to think he could have been a vampire in another life – or this one, even, for all i know – because when he bites your skin, it’s like he’s drawing out your blood and soul with every swipe of the tongue. it’s like baji knows that the fastest way to the heart is through the teeth and he capitalizes on it with every opportunity.

and it works like a goddamn charm every time. because my only coherent thoughts are teeth and thigh and friction and i hate myself for losing it. but it’s difficult, i tell you, when you’ve got a nose full of cologne and sweat and baji and he’s warm and jealous and inviting.

i know i'm giving in. but the fact of it is that baji unfortunately knows me better than i know myself.

it’s all i can do to keep a firm hold on that beautiful hair, to stop my knees from caving in or my heart from bursting out of my ribcage. they’re large hands, soft hands, with callouses at the tips from a lifetime in the garage, and i crumble beneath the touch, a shiver, like baji’s touch is the reason for my existence.

god damn him.

he asks if i’ll sing his name for him, but i can hardly hear when i'm envisioning the future on the backs of my eyelids, when my hands are twisted in his hair and he’s biting out my soul and i’ve never wanted so much in my life. 

(of course i would, baji. i'd say it a thousand times over if you wanted.)

i know it’s over when he’s looking at me and his eyes are clouded over with that cocktail of fury and desire and wanting that means there’s no turning back. i know it’s over because his thigh isn’t good enough, will never be good enough, and i hate that i feel an urge to tell him. i know it’s over because i'm already wondering if i should take my bra off for him and throw it somewhere in the shadows so he’ll never have to bother with it again.

i'm thinking ceaselessly of his warm hand splayed out across my back, of his hand listening to my heartbeat, of his warm lips that have been neglected all evening. my head leans in on instinct, as if i miss him and his teeth and his tongue already when he’s only mere inches away. 

“sure thing,” i say, because if baji wants to be a menace, i want to be too. but my voice is small and airy and soft because i am nothing but a butterfly caught in his palms. “i'll be sure to wake up the whole neighborhood if you want me to.”