Vermillion - Chan likes when you make him feel powerful. And one thing he likes to do is hunt... You.
Chokehold - Chan can't sleep, so he wakes you up.
Undone - Chan appreciates art. Sometimes it's music and sometimes it's hearing you say his name.
Eloquent - Chan's age doesn't mean he's practiced in all arts...
Covet - You join Chan while he works in the studio, and you get yourself into trouble...
Eros - You spend the day thinking about Chan, and the he comes home after receiving an interesting picture of you...
Vexation - Chan doesn’t like when someone touches what his
Call Me by Your Name - There are a lot of things in the world that Chris loves... But hearing you say his name, is probably his favorite...
Soft? - You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself
Chase - Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs
Candy Floss? - Never say no to cotton candy... Or is it candy floss?
Sinner - Chris can only take so much before he snaps. A typical tirade ends up being far more than what you bargained for…
Drabbles/hard thoughts/Soft thoughts
Hardthought
Chan Drabble 1
Chan Drabble 2
Chan Drabble 3
Bang Chan Drabble
Chan Drabble 4
Chan/ Minho Anon Drabble
Chan Rant/Drabble
Soft Thought 1
Chan Drabble 5
Hardthought 2
Lee Know
The Summoning - the best sins are committed by those who'd you least expect...
Mirror, Mirror - You push Lee Know over the edge, and now you're faced with your reflections...
Obedient - You can't help but listen to every word that Minho says, even if it's bad
Vanity - Mirrors reflect our own vanity, and Minho can’t stop using his…
Drip - A human being is only breath and shadow.
Drabbles/hard thoughts
Lee Know Drabble
Chan/ Minho Anon Drabble
Changbin
Hands - Changin's love language happens to be touch, and his hands are your weakness...
Dessert - After hanging out with your friends, Changbin stops to get you some ice cream... Then he gets his own dessert...
Passion - Changbin asks to come see you after a long day at the studio, and things heat up...
Cherry - After a chance encounter, you meet Changbin again under much less innocent circumstances…
Letters to the Moon - Changbin likes to push you until you're flustered. Until you feel like you can't take it anymore... But then pull you back and keep you where he wants you...
Heat - Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Drabbles/Hard thoughts
Hyunjin
Silhouette - Hyunjin enjoys painting... But he likes painting you more... (one and only smut to be flagged lol wtf)
Love Potion - Three things cannot be long hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Drabbles/Hard thoughts
Felix
Blurry - Blur the lines of conformity.
Drabble/Hard thoughts
Lee Felix Drabble
BROWNIE BOY
Soft thoughts
Angel
Han
Blurry - Blur the lines of conformity.
Drabble/ Hard thoughts
Seungmin
Sweet - Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
Drabbles/ Hard thoughts
I.N
Fever - Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.
Drabbles/ Hard thoughts
🫧Ateez🏴☠️
Seonghwa
Carmine - Seonghwa enjoys many things in life and overindulges occasionally. Sometimes it just happens to be you...
Narcissist - Seonghwa likes to annoy you, but his favorite thing to do is make you cry…
Drabbles/ Hard thoughts
Seonghwa hard thought 1
Seonghwa hard thought 2
Yunho
Jaws - Yunho is prepared to do everything to help you forget. Even if that means doing something you've never done before.
Scarlet - Yunho is a patient man, but sometimes you wear his patience thin…
Take it Back - Once said, you can't take it back...
Drabbles/Hard thoughts
TMI??
Yunho Hard thought 1
Oh?
Control
San
The Offering - San can't help but taste the sweetest thing possible... and that's you.
Ego - Wooyoung finally convinces you to try something new… and you quickly discover that it’s very taboo…
Drabbles/Hard thoughts
Choi San Brain Rot
Mingi
The Night Does Not Belong to God - Mingi's favorite pass time is watching your eyes roll...
Ruby - Mingi is an educated man in all aspects...
Drabbles/Hard thoughts
Mingi Drabble
Mingi Drabble 💭✍🏻
Wooyoung
Ego - Wooyoung finally convinces you to try something new… and you quickly discover that it’s very taboo…
One: railway is a PHENOMENAL r&b track ✨ like literally. It’s SCREAMS Chris 1000%
And two: did anyone else notice the difference between his eyes? When he’s wearing black his left eye is white, and when he’s wearing white, his right is white. True yin yang 🫶🏼 it’s giving Geto/Gojo vibes tbh lol
Also, can appreciate the vampire themes. From the obvious “blood” right down to the hoa hoa hoa esque ass filters 😭🤣
Warnings: Dom!Chris, choking, intellectual humiliation, (stupid, dummy, etc), EXTREME power dynamic, sthenolangia, submissive!y/n. Chris is a meanie :( in this. Lmk if I forgot anything!!
Synopsis: Chris can only take so much before he snaps. A typical tirade ends up being far more than what you bargained for…
Word count: 2k
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We’ve all heard the saying, ‘deliver me from evil for I have indeed sinned.’ Even if you aren’t religious, it’s used in media like movies and TV shows left and right. We’ve all been exposed to the mantra, over and over again. However, not many of us take into account what this can truly mean.
If you ask a random passerby, it means could mean you’ve done wrong, and you seek forgiveness from the Lord. And you seek forgiveness from Him in order to make it to those pearly gates in the afterlife.If you ask the right person, you could get the answer you so seek… Just depends on who you ask, and what situation you may be in when you say such a thing. And, well depending on the day, Chris can offer you so much more than just a simple response. His reply may even equate whatever God could offer…
You stand in the kitchen, stirring a bowl of cake batter as you rant and rave about your day and how much you wished he would’ve gone with you to the local farmers market so you didn’t have to go alone. Nothing out of the ordinary, a typical, little gripe. In reality, you knew he had to work. But it still made you feel better airing out your complaints so they didn’t pile up and really cause problems. You know better than to complain about such trivial matters, because in reality, they don’t really matter. You don’t mind going to the market alone, less stares that way. You feel normal again, not like you’re dating some insanely rich, hot K-pop superstar.
Even though you knew it didn’t really matter, you still prattled on. Talking about how convenient it would’ve been and how much more fresh fruit and veggies you could have gotten if he were there to help carry your basket. You weren’t as strong as him, you argued, causing him to scoff. You roll your eyes at the lack of reply, wishing he’d say something. Anything. But he didn’t seem like he was even listening.
But Chris was listening, oh was he listening. Chris was rubbing the strong muscles of his shoulders, digging his fingertips into his skin, harder and harder, the more you complained. Every time you said, “If you were only there,” or, “if you had been there,” he dug his nails into is skin. By now, he was leaving trails of red along where hes’ been obsessively rubbing for the last 30 minutes. He’s heard a lot of complaining lately and he’s about to hit his limit.
“…and this weird guy kept asking me if I needed help bringing my stuff to the car.” You babbled on and as you open your mouth to say something more, Chris’s hand slams down on the counter. You jump out of your skin, holding a hand over your heart as it jumps to a faster pace. You look at him, shocked by his reaction. Had you hit a nerve? Perhaps, but he’s never reacted that way before, it’s not uncommon for people to ask if you need a hand, that’s just the kindness of locals. But today, maybe mentioning that guy wasn’t such a idea.
He doesn’t look at you as you watch him rise from his stool and you watch with bated breath as slowly walks toward you. You don’t realize it, but you’re holding air in your lungs until he’s standing right in front of you.
Chris grabs you by the chin, digging his nails into your skin so hard that you think he may break skin. You hiss, wincing as he yanks you closer to him, watching as he bares his teeth at you. Snapping them shut, he sucks air through his pearly whites, a warning.
He’s not playing- he’s serious.
The laughing and humor gone now, all that lingers in the air is a stuffy, hot feeling. Almost as if he was suffocating you by merely being close to you. You swallow hard, if he didn’t have his large hand around your jaw, it would be parted in shock.
“Shut.” His voice was low, sending a chill shooting down your spine, “up.” The last word was like venom on his tongue, the way he spat it in your face made it seem like he wanted it out of his mouth. Your heart slams against your ribs, fear making your hairs stand on end as his nails bite into your skin harder.
He walks you back until you’re pressed against the counter top, and the familiar sensation of cold sweat starts to cause beads along your forehead. The menacing look in his dark eyes never leaves as he stares holes into your soul. He leans in, his warm, minty breath spreading across your ear and neck as he speaks, “if I hear another fucking word come out of your mouth, I’ll shut it for you.”
You can’t fight the whimper that escapes and you quite literally feel him tense. He becomes a marble statue right in front of you as you feel another stab of adrenaline course through your heating body. You feel like an eternity passes before he pulls away, pure ice in his stare. He pulls you forward so that his nose is millimeters away from yours, and you feel the warning- the malice that radiates off his body, warming yours.
Fuck- this shouldn’t turn you on but it does. And he knows it.
After a few beats, he squeezes your jaw hard. Not hard enough to actually hurt you, but hard enough to get his point across before letting go. With one hand, he reaches for the hem of the baggy shirt you’re wearing and tugs it up and over your head. His dark eyes never leave your face as he pulls his own shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere near yours.
You can’t think, let alone breathe as he picks you up with ease and places you on the counter, and wraps his forearms around your thighs, dragging you toward the edge as he kneels down on the ground. “Lift your ass- take off these shorts.” He ordered. There were no niceties- no kindness in his tone. His demand was final, and one to not take lightly. You do as he says without hesitation and lift your hips, sliding your shorts down to reveal no panties underneath. Your stopped by his arms, and he finishes the job by yanking them off your dangling legs. “You are to stay upright. If you lean back, you’re done.” You feebly nod, but when he doesn’t move, you open your dry mouth. “Ok.”
He narrows his dark eyes, and you fix your mistake. “Yes, sir.” You squeak. Satisfied with your reply, he pushes your thighs apart. You bite your lip and you do your best to abide by his demands as he devours your core like a man starved. Leaving absolutely no part of of you untouched. You can’t help but want more, what he’s giving you is only for him. For his satisfaction, and not yours. When you realize this, you immediately get angry. “Chris-” You plead, trying to escape his hold. Your wiggling only causes his arms to clamp down on your upper thighs, a low growl emitting from between your legs. “Knock it off.” He warned, not looking at you. He pauses long enough for you to quit squirming before continuing.
“Chris- not fair!” You gasp as he nips your sensitive clit. “I don’t care if you don’t think it’s fair.” He snaps. Anger and malice drip from his every word, “You’ll sit there and take what I give you until I’m done. Understood?” You feebly nod, causing him to pinch your thigh, making you squeal. “Yes, sir!” You cry out, grabbing ahold of the edges of the countertop as he continues his assault on your pussy.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve came, tears are rolling down your cheeks and even trying to push Chris’s head away didn’t stop the pure force of nature he is. When Chris wants something, he gets it. He pulls away, slowly rising to his feet. Finally, you think, slumping back against the counter, completely exhausted. Your eyes trail up his toned torso, along the lines of your ecstasy covering his chest, neck and lower face. You watch as he slowly leans over and grabs a towel for himself, wiping away your juices before he pushes down his gym shorts.
You lean up slightly to watch as he runs his right hand along his hardened cock, groaning with satisfaction as he tugs. You practically watch the shiver run down his spine. His dark eyes trail up you flushed body to your chest, watching it rise and fall rapidly with each breath you take. He reaches up and tugs the wiring down of your bra, causing your breasts to bounce out of the fabric. Chris reaches up, taking your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it until you cry out, arching off the countertop and into his hand. He chuckles darkly, stopping and giving your left breast a hard smack before doing the same to your right side. Once he’s satisfied with how red your now swollen breasts are, he stops rubbing himself off and lines up with your entrance. “Chris-” You begin to beg, new hot tears forming along your eyes.
He bares his teeth at you, causing you to stop talking. “The only noise I want coming out of that mouth, is your pretty little cries.” He hisses. “Anything else, and things will only get worse for you, stupid baby.” Your bottom lip trembles, and a wicked smile is plastered on his face as he shoves himself into you, causing a loud moan to escape your throat.
You were oversenstive, cumming as much as you did did nothing but make you raw, sore even. But somehow, you managed to get wet enough to take his dick, making him moan into your red chest.
He digs his nails into your hips, pulling you off the counter just enough so he could guide your ass how he wanted. You held onto the counter for dearlife, but knew better- Chris would never drop you. Intentionally or otherwise. He never had. But still, the gesture was instinctual.
Chris pounds into your core, heat rising through your body like a wildfire- threatening to burn everything in it’s wake no matter the consequences. You moan loudly, head lulling between your shoulder blades as he picks up his god-like speed until your babbling, begging him to let you cum one more time. He moans, laughing at you.
“You think I’ll let you cum? You’re stupider than I thought. It’s my turn. Be grateful for the times you did.” He growls, pounding into you harder than before. But you can’t help begging, it was just natural at this point. Especially when he fucked you like he hated you. His thrusts began to get erratic, groans coming out in broken pants as he started to cum. You watch as the man before you crumbles, shattering as he throws his head back in ecstasy before slamming into you one last time.
You remain like that for a short while, panting and chests heaving before he looks down at you. He slowly, carefully, pulls out and helps you stand to your feet. He snorts, watching as your legs shake and nearly give out. “Poor baby. Did I go too hard?” When you toss him a glare, he laughs. “Too much gym time? Awe, guess I should go a little easier next time, hmm?” Chris kisses the top of your head before sweeping you into his arms. “Maybe not. I do quite like being able to sweep you off your feet.” He winks, causing you to roll your eyes.
“I want to feel bad for being so mean, but,” he shrugged, “you deserved it.” You glower but can’t help but to like it. Chris may be a meanie sometimes when fucking, but you’d both be liars if you said that neither of you didn’t like it.
Warnings: Dom!Chris, choking, intellectual humiliation, (stupid, dummy, etc), EXTREME power dynamic, sthenolangia, daddy k!nk, submissive!y/n. Chris is a meanie :( in this. Lmk if I forgot anything!!
Synopsis: Chris can only take so much before he snaps. A typical tirade ends up being far more than what you bargained for…
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Chris grabs you by the chin, digging his nails into your skin so hard that you think he may break skin. You hiss, wincing as he yanks you closer to him, watching as he bares his teeth at you. Snapping them shut, he sucks air through his pearly whites, a warning.
He’s not playing- he’s serious.
The laughing and humor gone now, all that lingers in the air is a stuffy, hot feeling. Almost as if he was suffocating you by merely being close to you. You swallow hard, if he didn’t have his large hand around your jaw, it would be parted in shock.
“Shut.” His voice was low, sending a chill shooting down your spine, “up.” The last word was like venom on his tongue, the way he spat it in your face made it seem like he wanted it out of his mouth. Your heart slams against your ribs, fear making your hairs stand on end as his nails bite into your skin harder.
He walks you back until you’re pressed against the counter top, and the familiar sensation of cold sweat starts to cause beads along your forehead. The menacing look in his dark eyes never leaves as he stares holes into your soul. He leans in, his warm, minty breath spreading across your ear and neck as he speaks, “if I hear another fucking word come out of your mouth, I’ll shut it for you.”
You can’t fight the whimper that escapes and you quite literally feel him tense. He becomes a marble statue right in front of you as you feel another stab of adrenaline course through your heating body. You feel like an eternity passes before he pulls away, pure ice in his stare. He pulls you forward so that his nose is millimeters away from yours, and you feel the warning- the malice that radiates off his body, warming yours.
Fuck- this shouldn’t turn you on but it does. And he knows it.
It’s been a while. I know I haven’t been on here in what feels like a million years, but I have an announcement….
My major life event was that I had a baby!! A whole tiny human! Life is adjusting and as I learn to navigate life with my newest addiction I find myself in constant bouts of having nothing to do. Infants surprisingly nap 14-17 hours a day. And apparently my child likes their beauty sleep 😅.
In my new found boredom, I’ve tried to fill it by watching shows, catching up on content and strangely, talking and considering getting back into writing. Writing consumed my time when I wasn’t working or with family before, but now I feel like even though I won’t have a lot of free time on my hands, I don’t want to be idle.
Now
The part you all have come for…
My anon/request box IS open!! Ask away, and I shall sift through your submissions/suggestions/questions 🫶🏻
I’m going through some major MAJOR life changes so I’m taking a HUGE hiatus from writing. I’ve not written in months because I haven’t been inspired enough to even sit at my computer and write… that being said, I will keep my work on this blog UP for those who do enjoy my work/ like to reread it, etc.
I’ve been considering starting my novel up again however, once that happens I do not know how often, if at all, I will be posting here.
I’ve grown in skill as a writer doing this blog and I appreciate all the people who have followed me/ supported me through all of this!
As for the future, it’s uncertain. I could post here and there but who knows. I thank everyone 🫶🏻 your support and kindness means the world and more!
Hi! i’ve been binge reading your master list and i am OBSESSED like fr thank you for your service 🫡🥵✨✨✨
Thank you so much! I have a lot of stuff in my drafts that are incomplete/ ideas that sorta fizzled out while writing. I'm trying to get my current projects caught up so I can keep writing and working on what I've started!
Warnings: Cursing, slight manipulation, mentions of drinking. LMK if I forgot anything!
A.N: This is longer, so please bear with me! I needed to sorta world-build at the same time for context... Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
I wasn’t often spooked; startled by something as menial as my own reflection. Though, these days, I couldn’t seem to help it. I heard my friend, Mary, giggle at me as I placed the box of items on my bed, sighing, “Y/N,” she waved, covering her grinning mouth, “calm down! You act like you saw a ghost.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. “It feels like I did.” I grumble, rolling my shoulders as I sit beside the last packed box for my room.
The unmade bed looked barren compared to the mess it had looked like earlier this morning. The pale walls looked oddly creepy now. My pictures, the clutter-filled shelves, and posters of various bands had been taken down before the movers arrived. The desk that once sat against the furthest walls was gone as well. Leaving the once cozy room with a dead feeling.
Moving from the home Mary and I had shared for years back into my now-empty family home was jarring. I had tried to convince Mary to come with me, to live there for at least the summer while my parents traveled, but to no avail. She had her own apartment in the city, closer to where her job was. “Less to pay in gas,” she said. I couldn’t blame her. My family's house was a bit creepy to be in alone.
I could thank my grandfather for filling my child-like brain with stories of ghosts and specters for that one.
I placed a basket into the passenger seat before turning to my best friend standing a few feet away on the sidewalk. There was a brief pause before she held her hand up, “Alright- don’t even with that.” She shook her head, “It’s not like this is going to be the last time we see each other, and you know it. We’re literally moving 20 minutes away from one another.” Mary waggled her finger at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, “I know.” I admit with a shrug, “But still… Kinda sucks.”
Mary nods a few times, agreeing with my statement. “Well… Once the summer is over, you can move into my spare bedroom.” She offered, making me smile. “I know… I’ll think about it.” I offer her one last smile before heaving a heavy sigh. “Do you want me to wait for your Dad to come get you or-”
“Oh no,” Mary interrupted me, shooing me with her hand. “You go on. My Dad will be here soon. Besides, I have to wait for the movers to get done with the last truck before giving the key up.” She held up the two golden keys that locked and unlocked your small two-bedroom home. The place that held all your college memories; right from the very beginning.
“Alright… Well, I’ll see you…?”
“Monday!” She held up her finger, “Definitely Monday for coffee! If I can weasel you out of your room, maybe even Saturday?” Mary wiggled her eyebrows at me, suggesting joining her and her other friends for a night out in the city. I huffed, “Maybe… We’ll see.” I can’t help but smile at her before climbing into the driver's seat, waving goodbye, and making the hour-long drive back to my family home.
The hour-long drive home felt lengthier than usual. Even though I attempted to fill the empty car with music and a podcast, nothing seemed to make the time go by faster. Before I knew it, I was pulling into the long drive of the home my grandparents had built. Passed down to my father, who was planning on passing it down to me.
Though, when I got it, I would try to make it look more inviting. Adding fauna outside the front of the house would help the daunting appearance of the gray manner that sat in the middle of a small clearing. However, the failed attempts made by my mother made me reconsider even trying. She had tried, over the years, multiple times to plant different kinds of bushes, flowers, and shrubs. None had thrived for long. It was like someone had poured poison on them. One day, they would be bright and vibrant, alive. And then the next, they’d be shriveled, on the brink of death.
I remember watching my mother stand outside in her rubber ducky robe, a hand on her hip and a running water hose in the other, staring down at her now-dead plants in a mixture of shock and defeat. “You think she’ll give up now?”
As I climbed out of the car, taking a look at the wide three steps that led up to the house, I could see that she had yet to give up her endeavor of planting anything. And this time, it looks like she’s moved on to what looked like hydrangeas and some sort of fauna with white stripes. I take a deep breath, shaking my head as I stare down at the poor plants, knowing their sad fate. Even worse still, I was now their caretaker.
I heard shuffling by the door, causing me to look up and see my mother yanking it open. A wide, bright smile plastered on her face as she flings her arms open, “Oh! I didn’t know you were here! Why didn’t you tell us you were on the way?!” She rushed forward, coming down the stairs to greet me. I take a deep breath, inhaling my mom’s warm, baked good scent as she squeezes me gently. She pulls away and I can see her warm caramel eyes, something that I sometimes wished I had. However, that would mean I would be the one thing she never wanted me to be; a werewolf.
My mother was a pure-breed, full wolf through and through. She even belonged to a pack, and had a bright, shining future ahead of her, until she wound up pregnant with me. She always says she doesn’t regret a thing, and leaving her pack opened her eyes to the world she never knew existed. But sometimes, I catch her staring out into the woods, and that’s when I see the part of her she doesn’t show anyone anymore.
Once she found out she was expecting me, a child who didn’t belong to the pack, she ran. Being unable to shift, prevented her packmates from tracking her. Successfully integrating back into a hybrid community, she settled down with my stepdad, who was a hybrid himself. You could think of it as a ‘rogue’ pack, with no leader, no council, just a normal group of individuals who lived outside the formalities of their species, together.
Throughout my childhood, I always wanted to know who my father was. I tried, desperately to figure it out without my mother’s help. But no matter how hard I tried, she was always there to stop me. Once I hit 16, my mother finally had had enough of me attempting to foil her nearly 17-year-long hiding spree and told me the story of the days leading up to her escape. I was shocked, horrified. How could someone just leave everything behind like that? I would never know the pain she suffered, alone, trying to navigate such an unfamiliar world with no help from anyone. Even so, the question still remained in the back of my mind, still, nearly 8 years later. Who was my father? And why did she run?
I hear another shift from the house and see the hulk of a man who was my stepdad come through the door. He was a lycan hybrid, ⅓ wolf, ⅓ vampire, ⅓ human. Damien once explained it to me: “The human feeds the vampire, and the vampire feeds the wolf. A continuous cycle.” It was strange to see all those components together, forming the 6’3 man who wore a tight red flannel, struggling to get through the door. His cropped haircut did little to hide the greys that streaked his dark hair. Not that my mom cared, she said she liked it. The grey also sprouted in his beard, around his mouth and chin. His bright icy blue eyes were like the sky, and they hid what secrets he carried from his past life before he came to the community.
Though Damien could never hurt my mother, or me, his massive body exuded otherwise. I could see he was tense. My mother didn’t seem to notice as she giggled up at him, “Look who just appeared on our lawn! A pretty little lady, looking for food and board!” My mom patted my shoulder and shook me gently before letting me go. Damien nodded, offering me a stiff smile. Something was off, I thought as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Won’t you help, Y/N, Damien? I need to water my plants before we start packing!” Mom clapped her hands and danced around the corner of the house, disappearing without another word. The only sound in her wake was the humming of a melody that I didn’t recognize.
Damien and I turned to face each other, “Alright. Spill.” I snap, pointing up at him. I watched as he deflated, shaking his head as he came down the stairs toward me. “I’m worried, is all.” He admitted, walking passed me to my car, “This is the first time we’ve left home- ever. Not only that, but, she’s been acting… off?” He shrugs, “I’m not sure what it is…”
“Maybe she’s just happy to do some traveling? You know how she’s always dreamed of this.” I reminded him as he handed me the basket I had put into the passenger seat. “I know- I know,” he stops, holding his hand up, “but… this is different. It’s just… Abnormal.” He looks past me as if his mind is elsewhere. His eyes scan the treeline, something that I’ve found both he and my mother did before. “It’s concerning, the two events. Leaving and her sudden uptick in her usual perky mood.” He shrugs, “I’m sure you’re just being a worry wort, Damien.” I sigh, balancing a small box that he had put on top of the basket in my hands. There was a long pause as I stood beside him, waiting for him to grab the boxes from this side of the car.
He rights himself, sighing, looking at the ground. “I can’t explain this feeling, Y/N…” He trails off, his voice is eerily monotone. “Feels like something is about to happen…” He’s silent for a few moments before he shakes his head. “Maybe I am just being a worry wort.” Damien scoffs. “Come on. We should get going before your Mom comes back around the house. She’s got a huge sprayer and she’s not very good at aiming.” He warns, making me snort.
Even though he was trying to change the subject, I could see that it was still weighing on him. There was something he wasn’t telling me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to find out. Sometimes, living in the dark was the best. That’s what my mom did, that’s how I’ve lived my entire life. Ignorance was sometimes bliss…
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The house was dark. Mom and Damien had gone to bed an hour ago, leaving me up alone to unpack the belongings that had come with me. The rest went to a storage shed in the city, where it would wait for me until the end of summer.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to call it quits for the night. I gathered the boxes that I had collapsed and began to carry them to the garage to put them up. I struggle with them as I make my way down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. Damien was a light sleeper, and I knew he wouldn’t be too keen on me waking him up. After nearly falling down the stairs and slipping on the flaps of the boxes, I make it to the front door. “Halfway there.”
I put some of the boxes in a chair and closed the front door with one hand. Balancing the few I held as I gathered the rest, I made the trek across the driveway to the detached garage. Stumbling a few times over the mess of boxes, I grumble and curse. I should have just waited until the morning for Damien or Mom to help me. However, the independent woman in me told me that I could do it myself.
After a few moments, ones that feel like forever, I finally make it across the gravel driveway to the door to put in the code to open the garage. I have a gratified sigh as I lug the cardboard into the cold garage and shift my attention to the pile of what looked like file boxes. Temporarily forgetting the corrugated boxes in my hands, I step toward the stacked file boxes. It was like I was drawn to them, and I had no power over my feet as I opened the top box.
Inside there were manila folders, papers, pictures, and dozens of newspaper clippings. Reaching inside and gathering some of the pictures, I turn to the light and reveal the black and white faces of people. They looked like they were walking through a crowded area. A dark-haired girl beamed, holding onto the arm of an annoyed-looking man. They looked like siblings; the younger girl grinning like a fool in the photo beneath it, and the man had his face turned away from the camera, turning his head to look at something over his shoulder. In the last one, he was facing the lens, his eyes pouring holes into my soul. I gasped, dropping the photos and shaking my head.
I gathered a few of the folders and went to open them, skimming the contents before the sound of shuffling caused me to drop the folders labeled, “Bang”. I stare at the door and watch as Damien enters the garage, looking annoyed. His gray shirt was wrinkled, and his shorts looked like they were thrown on in haste. “God damnit, Y/N.” He shook his head, gathering the folders. “You can’t go around fucking skulking anymore, Y/N. You’re not a kid. I thought you knew better-”
“What the hell are these, Damien?” I demanded with a shaky voice. “Who are these people that are in this box? How many more are there-”
“Jesus- just stop! Ok- I’ll explain.” He huffed as he slammed the box closed. “Your mother has had a very interesting, very secret hobby that I recently discovered.” He reveals, leaning against the workbench a foot away, sighing in defeat. Damien crossed his arms, rolling his eyes, “You damn women in this family…” He shakes his head before relenting and telling me, “She’s been watching her old pack, your pack. I assume with help from someone. Who that person is, I don’t know. She swears it's just her. But, from the depth of the files she has… Doesn’t seem likely.” Damien hangs his head. “She’s been keeping tabs on the big three of her old pack, Gamma, Beta, and the Alpha. She won’t say why, only that she has her reasons. And that she’ll finally be free soon.” He grunted, “What do you mean ‘my pack’ and what do you mean by free?”
“I think that whatever drove her away, the reason, the person, is about to shift out of power,” Damien reveals, causing my mouth to hang open. “And by your pack, I mean that there’s a chance that they could be looking for you… Since you technically have the opportunity to decide if you want to join the pack or not…”
“You think… You think Mom was involved with one of the big three?” He sighs, “No… I think one of the big three either wanted to be involved with her or she was related to one of them.” I lean against the stool a few feet away. The jarring information I had just received caused my mouth to hang open. “I know, it’s all crazy… But then again, no one around here is normal.” Damien scoffs.
We sit in silence for a moment, “So…” I trail off, waving my hand over the files, “How much of this have you read?” He tossed me a quick glance before his icy eyes flitted away. “All of it- Christ, Damien.” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “How many of these are there?”
“There were-”
“Were?!” I interrupted, but he kept going despite my shock, “12 boxes.” I start to count the remaining ones, “There’s still 5.” I say, glaring at him. “What happened to the other 7?”
“Your mother agreed to burn them. Saying she didn’t need the information anymore.” Damien shrugged. “This was her version of a bargain.” I look at the boxes, a realization falling over me. “So… These that are left are files on the big three?” He nodded.
The big three; Alpha, Beta, Gamma. The leader, the brainless brute, and the guide. Gamma acted as an immediate council to the Alpha, giving them intel, guidance, and opinions on matters that the Alpha would otherwise either be too busy to obtain on his own or need to think over. Beta’s, though are second in command, are bred to be the bloodhound of the Alpha. They carry out whatever deed the Alpha cannot do on his own and act as his right hand when needed. The role of an Alpha was explanatory. They lead their packs, not just as a superior or protector, but also guided them through difficult times. Whatever the pack required, the Alpha provided. He was an equal part protector to the provider.
The fact that my mother had collected 5 file boxes worth of information on them was terrifying. And as much as I wanted to read through them, Damien would not allow it.
“Damien- I could have family that I never knew I had.” I tried to bargain, but he wasn’t taking it. “That family didn’t care you existed, or at least not until 5 years ago. Let alone wanted you here in the first place. You must remember that, Y/N. That’s part of the reason she ran, remember that, always.”
After Damien had caught me in the garage, he didn’t seem to trust me alone. Not that he seemed to be too keen on following me around as to alert my mother that I had discovered her dirty little secret. Or at least part of it.
Neither of us did.
As much as I wanted to question my mother about her stalking, I couldn’t. I didn’t have time to anyway. She left for her vacation two days after that, leaving me alone in the house. I hated being alone in that house, it was creepy. I always felt like someone was watching me, but I could never catch anything paranormal happening. So, it only made me feel paranoid and skittish to be walking around the empty halls alone.
***
Damien’s family was weird and had strange tastes as to what they considered to be ‘homey’. I didn’t know who would like the stormy gray exterior or why Damien and Mom would keep it that color either.
I stand at the steps, watering my mother’s plant the evening after Damien and Mom left, staring up at the siding. Lost in thought, thinking about the hypothetical conversation Damien’s parents must have had when deciding what color to paint their house. I blink a few times, shaking my head and dropping the hose to turn it off. Thinking that I should drag the hose back to where it belonged, I decided against it. Because I would have to turn around and water the plants in the morning anyway.
I took a few steps and realized that the door to the garage had been cracked open. I come to a full stop, forgetting about the running water as I gawk at the door. I remember distinctly that the door had been shut. Damien made sure to tell me he checked it and that he would know if I went back inside to look through the cases.
So I know that it was closed this morning.
I gulp, fear filling my bones as I stare at the cracked open door. Should I close it? Maybe it was a test that Damien had set for me to see if I could be trusted. I take a shaky breath and take a few steps toward the door, my heart thumping so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t hear anything. Not even the sounds of the cicadas buzzing in the trees.
Before I know it, I’m standing at the door, raising a shaking hand to the doorknob. I take a shallow breath before gently pushing it open, peeking inside to see that nothing seemed to be out of place. I flipped the light on, took a timid step forward, and did a quick perimeter check of the garage. When I realized that there was no one there, I turned to walk out of the garage, freezing in place when I saw something rectangular on the floor, glinting from the sunlight that streamed through the now-opened door. I rushed forward, scooping the picture off the floor, and gasped.
When I realized that it was one of the pictures I had seen in the top box- the one of the man staring right at the camera. In my panic, I dropped it as if it had caught fire. I ran out of the garage, slammed the door behind me, and sprinted straight to the house. I closed the door, locking both the knob and deadbolt.
How the fuck did that get out of the box? When did it get out of the box? How long had the garage door been open?
Who had been in the garage? Whoever it was, had done it while I was home, and sometime between this morning after I watered the flowers and evening.
Taking a deep breath, steeling my nerves, I dart up the stairs to my room. I swoop my phone from the charger and call Mary. I could hardly breathe as I stared out my window into the backyard. My chest rose and fell rapidly and irregularly as I waited for Mary to pick up the phone. I gulped air as the phone stopped ringing, and Mary’s voice greeted me.
“What’s up bit-”
“I need you to come get me.” I interrupt. There was a long silence. “Uh. Ok? Why can’t you drive?” I nod my head, “Ok- yeah. Can- can I stay the weekend?” Another long pause, “Uh sure. I’m down.” She laughs, not detecting the panic in my voice. “Perfect. I’ll be over in like 30 minutes.”
“You better be. I’ll count down the minutes.” With that, she hung up. I scrambled to my closet and threw clothes into my duffle bag. I grabbed the essentials before scurrying to my car and throwing it into drive, leaving the creepy house behind me.
Some would call it overreacting, but given what I had just learned in the last few days, I call it completely rational. It couldn’t have been a coincidence, them leaving and the garage thing. I knew someone, something was trying to give me a sign. But I didn’t want to listen right now. I was terrified. And I didn’t want to be alone in that huge house any longer than I had to be.
Mary greets me with arms wide open, half-dressed. I had forgotten what day it was; Saturday. I sag, “Mary-” I start to say as I lug myself and my bag into her living room, which wasn’t even unpacked yet. “Oh, don’t even. You don’t have an excuse now.” She wiggled her hips at me, “Now, please tell me you brought something to wear, right?” I frown at her. She gapes at me, “Alright. I know you’re more endowed in the chest area, but we aren’t too much different everywhere else.” She takes my bag and drops it in the partially made-up second bedroom.
Mary hauls me into the bathroom, “Plug in the straightener.” She waggled her finger at me as she left me alone in the bathroom. I groan, knowing full well that I am not about to get out of this one.
I could use a night out honestly. After everything that’s happened in the last week, it’s needed. I try to convince myself, as Mary joined me back at the vanity, a tight, white crop top with long sleeves in hand. “You have jeans, don’t you?” I shrug, “I honestly don’t know… I sorta just threw things in a bag.” I admit with a shrug. She groans, hanging the white shirt on the back of the door, “One sec.” Mary grumbled as she went back to her room, the sounds of rummaging echoing down the hallway.
I turn to pick at the tight shirt. It wasn’t something that you would find in my wardrobe. Although, I could see myself wearing it occasionally. “Here.” Mary hands me a pair of dark cargo pants, “Your sneakers will work with the outfit.” She gestured to my shoes, making me sneer. “Oh, sorry. I forgot that you were going out.” I playfully roll my eyes and let Mary pull the straightener through my hair as I clean my face to prep for basic makeup.
The less makeup you wore, the less you sweated off.
Mary squealed with glee, her mixed drink sloshing all over the place as he wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “I’m so happy you came!” I couldn’t help but smile at her, “You’re welcome!”
“It’s going to suck not living with you!” She shouted over the music, making my smile grow wider. It was going to suck being alone in the big house too. Mary pulled me in for a long embrace, and I felt her bristle. I frown, “What’s wrong-” I start to say but in my ear, she whispers, “Hottie, 6 o’clock. He’s walking toward us.” She pulled away, nudging me slightly to look over my shoulder. I see a man with dark hair, his dark eyes watching us with intrigue as he slowly makes his way through the dancing people toward us. His tight black shirt did little to hide his physique, his broad shoulder and chest were evident as the strobe lights lit up his tanned skin. His full lips were shaped like a round heart, and a slight smirk teased the edge of his right side, pulling his lips thinner.
He caught us staring.
I whip around, face heating up as my heart thumped in my chest. What was this feeling? I swallowed the strange feeling in my throat as he approached us, a new one replacing it. He was intimidating as hell. His entire aurora screamed authority, making me take a step behind my fae bestie as a physical blocker.
“Well,” Her eyes scanned his figure. Now that he was closer, I could see that his left arm was covered in inklings. They looked tribal, and that’s when it hit me. He probably belonged to a pack. Before I even attempted to tell Mary that we shouldn’t mingle with a packmember, he opened his mouth, and pure honey dripped from it.
“Fancy seeing two little halflings in a place like this.” His words dripped with an accent that seemed a little diffused but still lingered in the vowels. “We’re new here,” Mary explained, face turning pink. Mary was a half-breed like me. But it was more common to find fae halfbreeds versus wolf or vampire ones.
Fae was far more flirtatious with the opposite species and didn’t have rules or belief systems to keep bloodlines pure. Wolves and Vampires hardly ever breed outside of their species. Unless of course, their mate was not of their genus.
“Well, allow me to introduce myself.” He took Mary’s hand, “Hello.” He gently kissed her knuckles before holding his hand out to me. My eyes fluttered as I held my hand up, trembling slightly as he gently took my hand in his. Electricity shot through my hand straight to my elbow, nearly causing me to yank my hand away. But the look in the strange man's eyes told me to stay still.
He pressed his soft lips against my skin, for a few seconds too long. Long enough for Mary to notice- too long for me not to start squirming. His dark eyes looked at me from underneath his lashes as he pulled away, “I’m Christopher. Friends call me Chan. But you,” his gaze turned to me, my mouth falling open as he murmured, “Can call me Chris.”
Of Hybrid!Chan, please, bear with me. It isn't done yet. It's currently being written and as I am suffering major writer's block mixed with literally every possible test that life is deciding to throw at me ever so vehemently, I am trying!
Now that being said, this work with have mature themes, as per the usual. There will be trigger warnings EVERYWHERE such as stalking, manipulation (slight), and violence. This is going to be a wild ride, and I hope you all are ready cuz it's going to be intense.
That also being said, there will be a lot of other mature themes... heh. Anyway, I hope you all can stick with me as I am struggling. I'm hoping to have the first part of this before the first week of January, but these will be long parts.
In the meantime
If you want to dump whatever anons or thoughts in my inbox, I would love to answer/ make small drabbles in between my writing to sorta get the writer's juices flowing without getting blocked!
I hope everyone's holidays have been good! And that you have a wonderful rest of the year!
Did you see the recent fancall of Bangchan saying he gets inspo for his insta posts from tumblr?! what else could he end up surprising us with atp. he’s really so bf material
NAUR I DIDNT CAN SOMEONE LINK IT PLS BECAUSE WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED??
Can someone please recommend some Ateez Mingi x Reader fics? They can be either Fem or GN reader.
Two of my favorite series ended those past few days and I feel empty! I bet my fellow readers can relate to that.
I'll also take this chance to recommend some of my favorites under the cut, in no particular order. I'll keep updating the list every once in a while.
Cause Baby You're My Muse - by @makeitmingi
Genesis - by @songmingisthighs
Mind Over Matter (smut) - by @mingisaddctn
Room for two (smut) - by @jonghoslvt
Voice of Temptation (smut) - by @sanspuppet
Bonus:
This Drabble I got as a birthday gift from @yourfatherlucifer (smut)
This Mingi Drabble (smut) - by @straykids-97
Warnings: rough/irritated Yunho, dirty talk, unprotected sex, lmk if I forgot anything!
You sat on the edge of Yunho’s bed, observing him as he played a game on his computer. He had one ear covered by his headset, the other exposed so he could listen to you talk about your day. Every so often, when he’d die in his game, he’d turn to put his long-fingered hand on your knee, capturing your eyes with his dark ones, “I’m glad you got everything sorted out.” He beamed at you softly.
You could see the irritation from continuously losing- his team wasn’t the greatest. But you were easing the losing streak.
Yunho was trying desperately to bring it around, but the last few matches were not going in his favor. And instead of putting his hand on your knee to calm himself down, he was balling his free hand into a fist. You couldn’t help the giggle that came out of your throat as you watched him sink into his chair, cursing out his team for not getting the site back after he sacrificed himself so they could win- not that they did. They lost.
“It’s just a game, babe.” You murmured, putting your hand on his shoulder. He groaned, “I know. But these idiots aren’t taking it serious- they’re just messing around! They’re going to de-rank me.” Yunho was shaking his hand at the computer screen. “Well, when you loose, I’ll be on the bed.” You smile, kissing his forehead and crawling into his bed, watching his computer from afar.
Yunho is basically boiling with anger as the game continues, his voice getting loud enough that even San comes in to see what the fuss is about. “His team sucks.” You declared as he peeked over Yunho’s shoulder. San nods his head, agreeing, “They’re throwing on purpose.” San pats Yunho’s shoulder, “It’s ok. I’ll get on later after I get back from the gym and we can get your silver rank back.” San waves you goodbye and leaves Yunho alone, causing you to sigh.
You crawl to the end of the bed, seeing that there are only a few matches left before the end of the round. “Just throw so you can loose already. Everyone sucks you might as well suck too.” Yunho got downed and slowly turned to you, narrowing his eyes. “What did you just say?” You frowned, “Uh, you might as well just suck too?” You shrug, “They don’t care. You might as well just throw with them.”
He slowly took his headphones off, pushed away from his computer desk, and turned off the computer completely. It was clear that you had said the wrong thing, at the wrong time. “Yu. It’s not that serious- it’s just a game.” You move back onto your butt as he towers over you, his eyes dark as he looks down at you. He was menacing, but you knew it wasn’t in a threatening way. Or at least, not in a scary, mean way.
Yunho needed to release some energy.
You gulped, staring up at Yunho, panting as he tugged his black t-shirt over his head. Maybe you shouldn't have said it, but you couldn't rewind time and filter your smart mouth now. It was too late. "Take it back, now." He warned, glaring at you, pressing hands on either side of your knees. Yunho leaned down, face inches away from yours. You could see the threat in them before it came out, "Now."
You shake your head, “No.” your words come out in a squeak. Yunho’s eyebrow quirked, challenging you to keep it up. Your breath was caught in your throat as he inclined into you, pressing you onto your back, “Oh?”
Yunho had you on your stomach in seconds, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. You wheeze, panting as he rips your legs to expose your lower half to him. Gasping, you peeked behind to see Yunho crawling between your legs, pulling his sweats down. He spat into his hand, dragging his hand up and down his length as he leaned into you, grabbing your neck to pull you into him. Whimpering, you twisted to look at him, “Yunho-” You tried to say but stopped when he thrust into you.
Shuddering and arching into him, he uses one of his hands to press you into the mattress, thrusting shallowly into you. You tried to stop sliding against his sheets, whimpering and babbling as he angled his hips to fuck into you. He grunted, “Smart mouth,” he fucked you harder, sucking the air out of your lungs. “Oh- fuck!” You cried out, body tensing as an orgasm washed over you. Yunho knew how to hit that gooey spot every single time he thrust into you, making you cum so easily that it left you reeling.
You balled his sheets in your hands as he went faster, mind swirling as he moaned over you. You mewled, his movements not slowing as he pounded into you. “You- fucking- smart ass.” He growled, slamming into you harder, not relenting as you whimpered and whined. Your mind was goo as he bunched your ripped leggings into his fists, using them as a handle.
He pulls out, pushing you onto your side and realigning into himself to your soaked core. You groan, digging your nails into his hips as he picks up his previous pace. You let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back into your head as another orgasm ripped through your body. Yunho hiked your leg on his shoulder, leaning forward to hold your breast in his hands.
Even during sex, Yunho was a boob man.
He pulled your bra down so he could play with your nipple, pinching your nipple as he moaned, biting your calf softly. “Take it back- take it… Fuck-k-k.” With one final snap of his hips, he groaned stopping. Yunho moaned into your leg as his hips slowly dragged in and out of you a few more times, before he slid out, a final satisfied sigh leaving his lips.
Panting, he stayed above you, observing your cute flushed face with a soft smile. He liked seeing you all flustered and hot after fucking you. He sat back on his heels, allowing his heartbeat to slow before he flopped down beside you. You remained on your side for a few moments until he dragged you into his, patting your hair. “Sorry baby.” He apologized, squeezing you. You giggled sleepily, “It’s ok.” You patted his chest, causing him to chuckle. “Are you sure?” You nod at him, “Yes, I’m sure.”
He giggled at you, “Baby’s fucked out, huh?” You laugh at him, nodding. “Good. Now, let’s get you covered so no one sees your pretty ass, hmm?”
Never say no to cotton candy... Or is it candy floss?
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: food play, car sex, public sex, unprotected sex, kinda fluffy in some spots, lmk if I forgot anything!
The date was better than you ever could have envisioned. You supposed it was cheesy that Chris wanted to take you to a carnival, but you were having more fun than you cared to admit. You laugh as he gathers his most recent purchase and scurries away from the line.
Not before making sure to snag your wrist to make you follow him.
Chris directs you to an area that was much quieter, it appeared like it was set up for meals. However, he sat at the one closet to the edge of the park, glancing back at the crowd of people as they milled about the darkening festival. “Would you like some floss?” He questioned, swinging his leg over the bench as he settled. You were slightly taken back, insulted even, “Is there something in my teeth?” You asked, making him stare at you as if your head was on fire.
“No- this? Do you want some of this- oh!” He realized the miscommunication, holding his head as he shook with laughter. “What? Why are you laughing?” You smacked his arm, sinking beside him. Chris turned his tear eyes to you, still giggling, “This is floss.” He held up a tuft of cotton candy, gesturing you to take it. You snatched it from him, your face going red, “No, this is cotton candy, Chris.” He shook his head, “You American’s are strange.” He sighed, the giggles subsiding. “But cotton candy makes sense.” You reason, taking some more of his light pink fluff ball. You watch as he shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. Candy floss.” He tittered, popping some in his mouth and shimming his shoulders happily.
You can’t help but giggle at his cute, child-like antics. “It’s cotton candy, Christopher.” You make eye contact with him as you put some into you mouth letting some melt before snapping your lips closed, licking them. His dark eyes bounced down to your lips, a smirk teasing the edge of his. “I don’t think so, and I doubt you’ll win this argument, sweetness.” He scooted closer, moving his leg on either side of the bench so that he was straddling it.
He propped himself on his elbow, eyes watching you carefully as he slowly pulled you between his thighs. You wheezed, your wide eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching. To your ease, no one was. Chris clears his throat, pulling your attention back to him. “So, you’re for cotton candy, and I’m for candy floss?” You nod, “Yes.” Two could play this game, and both of you would enjoy the outcome, no matter who lost. “It’s cotton candy because it’s soft, fluffy, and sweet like candy. It’s like a pillow.” You take some more and place it on your tongue, letting it melt and nearly drip off. His eyes watched as the now dark pink- nearly red, melted sugar started to drip off your tongue. You enjoyed watching Chris squirm, albeit slightly. Chris somehow managed to keep his composure when doing things like this.
Until your clothes came off- then that man was like a rabid animal.
“That may be,” He began, taking some of the confectionary between his pinched fingers, rolling it around into a ball, “But, when it’s being made, its thin, like floss. If you were to bite it before it melted, it’s almost got the texture of hair.” You observed as he rolled the ball around his two fingers, not missing his lewd innuendo. He made sure to place it gently between his teeth, pressing his tongue against the small ball before his pink tongue swiped it off, and he closed his mouth. You huffed out a breath, taking more between your fingers and pulling it apart, “That’s true. However, you’re a psychopath if you chew cotton candy.” You argued, snorting as you held your mouth open, catching the small pieces on your exposed tongue. “A true cotton candy connoisseur will let it melt. It's sweet- like candy. So, cotton candy.” You turn your gaze back to Chris, whose expression has visibly darkened. You watched as Chris clicked his tongue, vexed. He was getting flustered, and when he got flustered, he got desperate. And he was about to start playing dirty.
You eyed him as Chris nibbled on the cotton candy, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as he grinned knowingly at you. "Or is it... Candy floss?" You watched as he placed a tuft on his tongue, watching it melt. Your lips parted in shock as he leaned forward, pressing his tongue with the melted sugar against your lips. “Which do you think? Candy floss or cotton candy?"
You were gasping for air as he pulled away, repeating his motions. “Come on connoisseur,” he purred, “which is it?” You wanted to tell him that it was cotton candy, but your brain was muddled, like the melted sugar on his tongue as he pressed his mouth to yours, his sugary tongue lapping at yours.
You felt Chris’s hand dance up your thighs, the other holding the back of your neck. You were gripping his black jacket for dear life as the fingers stroked your damp panties. He froze. After a few moments, he pulled away, staring into your eyes. “Floss or candy?”
“Floss.” You whimpered, “Floss. Floss.” You babbled, pulling him back to you as he kissed you harder this time. You let out a complaint as he pulled away, standing up and tossing the leftover cotton candy into a bin a few feet away. “Up.” His voice was low, unmoveable. No room to argue.
Chris’s hands hold your hips as he slams the door closed to the back passenger side. You hold his neck as he pushes your skirt up, lips on yours as his fingertips dig into your flesh. You whimper, shuddering as he pulls your panties down to you knees. “Off.” He grunts, pulling his belt off as you free one of your legs. You were about to climb back ontop of him, but he doesn’t wait for you. Chris climbs between your thighs and lines himself up to your wet folds. He doesn’t waste time with foreplay, because you both essentially did that in public.
Chris let out a breathy moan as his hips met yours, your nails digging into his wrists as he thrust into you a few times, testing the rocking of the car before grinning cheekily. “Better make it quick so we don’t get caught.” He winked, leaning toward you, resting his forearm on the door above your head. You bite your lip to hide your smile as he begins to thrust into you in sharp hard thrusts. You hold his hips, moaning softly as he grinds against you. You were already close, watching Chris be dirty like that in public did something to your brain, and you weren’t sure what it was.
But it had you melting like that cotton candy… or was it candy floss?
Your toes curl as you feel pleasure course through your groin, moaning into Chris’s neck, “Chris!” You cry out, trying to be quiet so nearby people aren’t even more alerted to the shaking car a few feet away. You feel him shiver, his skin tacky with sweat as he chases his high, following soon after you. “Fu-fuck!” He hisses, digging his dull nails into your thigh, moaning into your neck.
After a few moments, he leans away from you, pulling out and sliding behind you in the car seat. He pulls your knees over his as he stares at the ceiling of his car. You notice that the back windows are foggy, and you can’t help but giggle, “Fuck.” you cover your face as you laugh.
“I can officaly mark having sex in public off my bucket list.” Chris chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “All because of cotton candy.” You can’t help but snicker. “You mean… Candy floss?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, making you both laugh as he squeezed you to his chest.
