Blue Lock Oc Male Novels & Stories

She murmured while she took a glance at him. And damn! Hormones! The man was indeed a sex god. He wore dark straight leg jeans and cream long-sleeve button-ups, paired with a pair of leather brown oxfords, which, by the way, look awesome on him, and with his now electric blue eyes and sexy thin lips, he was clearly the Magic Mike of the century. Her own fuckable Channing Tatum.

Oliver said on yet another water break, more like I just needed a moment, throughout the day I felt twitches of soreness in my core whenever I threw a kick, but I’m not complaining. I clear what I know would be a dreamy look on my face before turning to him “what are you going on about?” I give him an unamused look. “There’s like an invisible warning sign over you that screams TAKEN, don’t touch” I blinked, a shocked laugh escaping me. “What?” He comes closer, sniffing like a dog “Hm mm” he nods. “The scent of a dangerous predator is all over you” he shakes his head, hair flying into his smiling eyes.

Uno replied half irritated, he grab his glass and gulped it directly. "I've read in some article that most women don't like to do blow job and if they do, they aren't good at it. I will give you a blow job you'll never forget, this might be your last chance experiencing the best blow job." I said in a gentle tone. I approached Uno and sat next to him, he inhaled when I touched his thigh. "N-no," Uno replied strongly but I can see that somehow he is affected by what I am doing. "Fucker! My dick is hard already if Uno doesn't want to have fun tonight then let him be." Blue said looking at me intently, I just smile at him seductively and return my attention to Uno, my hands still caressing his

I freeze when I hear Blaze coming inside and slowly lift my face to look at him. He looked absolutely edible wearing his casual white t-shirt with dark grey joggers that hung over his hip in a sexy manner as he gripped both ends of his Navy blue towel that was slung over his neck. Beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead making his silky straight jet-black hair plastered to his head. He had a cute amused smile playing on his lips, revealing his gorgeous dimples faintly but concern swirled over his hypnotic light cerulean blue eyes as he regarded me.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

Scott introduces us to each other. I extend my arm to greet him. Wow! That's a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you," I say shyly "What happened to your leg?" I ask and he looks at his leg then back at me. Those cobalt-blue eyes, I've never seen such kind in my entire life. Well Blake has blue eyes but his are azure-blue, and Scott has gunmetal blue ones. "I got injured at the gym. Never did I ever imagine myself getting injured at the gym. I'm always expecting such injuries during training but nothing happens," he laughs.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

As my friend pulls Finn’s outstretched hand back, Owen replies, “He is my mate. He is my omega.” WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!!! My mouth falls slightly open as I glance back and forth between the two. Granted, the boy is cute. His light brown wavy hair and soft round cheeks are practically begging people to hug him, or at least, to pinch his face. I must admit he is slender, just like a girl, but I would have never dreamed in a million years that Owen would end up with a male omega. Shoot. Up until a few years ago, I didn’t even know male omegas even existed.