ATEEZ IMAGINES

C.SN & J.YH - Bathed in Sin 🔞

A soul darker than the depths of hell creeps through the night and seeks shelter in the neon palace. It is a hideout full of young souls, escaping their reality when the shining star of the bright skies vanishes from their life, crumbling their hope to live. Amongst the feared dwellers of hell, the neon palace is notorious for hosting a fling party. In other words, if you aren't much of a talker and are sex deprived, it's a piece of heaven on Earth.

The night traveller's tired limbs slow him down, or is it the swarm of humans he's walking through? The neon lights are a faint glow in the corner of his eyes, with the loud music deafening his ears. It becomes impossible for him to move through the crowd, but his nose catches a familiar scent in the neon palace, one which belongs to his dear friend.

It is faint, as if etched onto something else or perhaps someone, under whom his friend has been seeking shelter, to help his growing thirst. He catches a glimpse of his friend's rumoured lover, and she is as beautiful as the first night they spoke. The black dress clings to her skin, tracing the beautiful curves of her body as she chugs down another drink, slamming down the shot glass on the counter. His lips curl up in a mischievous smirk as a very dark idea enlightens his sinful mind.

The harbourer of the scent meets his eyes, and she smiles. A sweet smile that awakens something in the pit of his stomach, an unfamiliar urge to mark her. The human body is indeed full of wonders. He recognizes that familiar curl of her lips. It is the very smile she flashed at him during the night when he enjoyed the company of her warmth engulfing his cock. His body longs for her touch, for her warmth to engulf him again and hold on it as if her life depended on pleasing him.

The thread of control breaks free and his irises flash a soft shade of pink as he approaches the woman in front of him. His steps fasten, pushing through the crowd as he heads in her direction. Her stare longs on his face, which she finds the most appeasing amongst the crowd at the neon palace. Her lips part to speak when he stands in front of her, but the words slipping off them fade in the air as loud music clouds their eardrums. His fingers curl around her cold wrists and it sparks a bolt of electricity under her skin, spreading warmth in the pit of her stomach as memories of their night together flash through her mind.

"Missed me, kitten?" the resident of hell bends down to whisper in her ear, and she takes the opportunity to grasp his lips in a rather nasty kiss. He pushes her body against the bar table and grabs her hips, pressing his human form against hers.

💖💖

His sweet voice calls you, as your body sways in his direction, dancing along the melody that slips off his lips. Oh, how lovely he is, an embodiment of an angel. Yet there is something unsettling about him, perhaps it's his dark eyes that captivate your very essence and lure your soul to drown in its depths.

Your feet find themselves amongst many on the dance floor as your body flushes hot against his figure towering yours from behind. His arms find solace in the curve of your hips, spanning every inch of your clothed skin. The sensuous music drives to the edge of insanity, or is it simply his presence?

The neon light fades in the distance, as your eyes dwell themselves in his never ending dark orbs and in the midst of it all, his arm sneaks behind your back. Its slender fingers slide lower, his cold fingertips grazing against your rather burning skin. A moan escapes your lips at his touch, and a victorious smirk sweeps across his lips at your reaction.

"I want to hear you, kitten." His hot breath flutters against your ear as he whispers while his slick tongue stripes against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear the pretty sounds you make as I fuck you and mark you mine." his teeth clench the top of your ear, and you can't help but squirm.