Dirty One Direction Imagines Novels & Stories

She opened the note in it and read “a cup every evening before bed. 3 days only.” Now she had her trophy, and two options, the vast land in front of her and the noise behind her. She already knew escape was not an option because she could see that the fences were still very much holding, and very much high. Escape was nowhere in sight but her wolf, she itched. “You can't be serious.” She said out loud. “Now, you wanna come alive, Snow girl?” But she kept moving. She got to the third creek and then she heard the noise, much louder than what she had left behind her, and much stranger too.

She was too stubborn to not fall for it. "You need to mess up your hair a little." Her eyes snapped open. "Give him an idea of what you'd look like after he fucks you. Not like he would, but it would probably make the whole thing easier." Jordan nodded quickly and I wondered what had been going through her mind. Knowing her, it was probably something dirty. "Come on, let's go before he finds a conquest for the night." We rode in my SUV, along with Leonardo and some other men of mine and when we reached the club Alexi had been spotted in for a few nights in a row, I handed Jordan a mic.

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.

Stepping ever closer to the open door, I finally started hearing a new noise to accompany her moans. My daughter was fingering herself. And the squishy noises it was making reached my ears, driving me insane with desire. My mind couldn't help but create visuals of what I imagined it might look like to watch. Oh my god. Fantasizing about my daughter was one thing. But hearing this masterpiece of harmony in my very own apartment was out of this world. My cock started to throb.

Sound collapsed. I let the cable fall and stood bent for one ragged second with my hands on my thighs, dragging air into myself through a chest that felt half crushed. Blood had dried and freshened on me in layers. Dirt clung to my skin, my jacket, my hair. Worse than dirt too. I could smell it on myself; shit, stagnant water, rust, the long settled rot of the ground I had rolled in to confuse pursuit. I must have looked feral. More animal than man. Some part of me was dimly aware of the fact that Ayla was staring at me as if she had seen a body return from the dead and had not yet decided whether to trust her own eyes.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

“God you are so selfish! I can’t do anything right when it comes to you! And you wonder why I fucking cheated on you, you stupid cow! Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn selfish you could keep a fucking man! You wonder why every man has cheated and left you? Because you are selfish and ungrateful. You got pissed when I cheated on you, yet here you are with two men! Well guess what slut? No matter how many men you sleep with they will eventually get tired of your shit and leave you as well. You will end up alone no matter what you do because no one wants to put up with your ungrateful ass. Here, I’m done with you!” Jasmine closed out the app and carefully looked up at him. Raze’s eyes burned with

forever. And as if the universe was completely in my favor, the sudden, violent sound of rain pouring down hit the tin roof of the garage with a deafening roar. The storm had officially arrived and inside the garage felt a thousand times more intense, isolated, and dangerous. The loud, steady drumming of the rain against the roof completely drowned out any other sound, cutting off the rest of the world. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting my innocence completely slip away as I decided to play dirty.

The soundproofed walls of Drake’s room felt like they were shrinking, pressing the air out of my lungs until all I could breathe was the scent of our combined arousal and the heavy, metallic tang of desire. I closed my eyes, the darkness behind my lids becoming a canvas for my obsession. I began to manifest a ghost. I imagined Jake crawling in between my legs, his broad shoulders filling the space between my knees. I pictured his rough, calloused hands, not Drake’s, anchoring my thighs. In my mind, it was Jake’s tongue buried into my core as if it were the only thing he could do in his life. Like my body was his lifeline, the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

After some hours, Ashlyn felt her head heavy as she opened her eyes. She glanced at her surroundings but became shocked because it was not her home. She touched her head as she recalled that she got off her car and helped Zayn to get off, but as she was about to turn, someone sprayed something on her face and then went blank. She instantly sat up to run, but as she sat up, the blanket fell from her upper body and she felt naked. Her mouth opened as her eyes did. She instantly held the duvet and covered herself. Ashlyn stood up on her feet to run when she heard the noise of the door opening. She turned towards the source and found Kyle standing beside the door with only a towel around his low