Exo Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

Dex mused darkly and without any pity in his tone. He didn’t mess around and there was no ceremony to his actions, no finesse. He simply slammed the vibrating head of the toy right into her neglected cunt. The impact was brutal. The plastic head was unyielding, hammering her puffy clit with a violence that was almost sadistic.

“Good. Stay mad. Fight me. It only makes me want to own you more.” We crash together again — angry, messy, obsessive. She rides me with defiance in every roll of her hips, like she’s punishing me for my past while taking everything I give her. I bite her neck, mark her skin, whisper every dark truth against her ear as I thrust up into her. When we finish, she collapses against me, both of us sweating and breathing hard. “Tell me more,” she demands quietly. “I want to know the worst of it.”

“My ovaries are tweaking. I think that I need to get pregnant. Oh, honey, I can’t wait to carry your baby.” “Whoops! People are dirty-minded out here. But it is not their fault. I am already wet just by looking at his face. I think that I am going to fvck myself.” At the news station, the interview was ongoing. “Well, Mr. Hall, welcome to our channel. We are really honored to have you here.” Damian nodded as a subtle smile appeared on his face, “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for having me.” The moment Damian smiled, the host felt her mind turn blank. She looked at Damian as she foolishly smiled. She even forgot to proceed with the interview.

There is no reply, but I can tell the line is still connected, and after a few seconds have passed, I realize my folly. I should have dialed 911 instead, even though they won’t be able to help before I inevitably crash. “Austin … are you there? I’m scared I'm going to die!” I exclaim again, and then I hear it … the sound of muffled feminine giggling, followed by a man’s murmur, but I can't make out what he’s saying. Then comes a sound that I’ve heard so many times that I’ve lost count, which is the sound of Austin’s groan during sex, followed by a loud feminine moan and other sex sounds.

Deep, guttural groans spilled from Damien as she worked him, saliva dripping down her chin in messy strings. “Fuck… you’re incredible,” he growled, threading his fingers through her hair. She pulled back just long enough to hand him the phone, her lips shiny and swollen. “Take pictures. All of them. I want every filthy second.” He obeyed, the camera clicking as she worshipped him—sucking harder, taking him to the back of her throat until her eyes watered and spit ran freely down her neck. Then she stood, hiked up her dress, and sank down onto him reverse cowgirl, her soaked pussy swallowing every inch in one smooth, dripping glide. Wet, obscene sounds filled the stall as she rode him hard, h

"Fuck! Don't stop. I'm so close!" Dexter's climax surged through him like a tidal wave of rapture, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release. His semen filled Astrid's mouth as she enthusiastically swallowed every drop, ensuring not a single ounce of his cum went to waste. She savored the taste of him — a mix of salty sweetness that tingled on her taste buds. Phoenix took his turn, seizing control as he guided his cock deep into her mouth. With a firm grip on her hair, he set the pace, each thrust syncing perfectly with the pulsating rhythm of his release.

Pulled out to cum on my face, mixing with tears and bathwater. Dried and bound again...hogtie on the bed, vulnerable arch, he took my ass slow, whispering degradations. "Town's cumrag, now my personal fucktoy. Gonna tattoo my name on this pussy." Fear thrilled...dark fantasy or real threat? I came anyway, ass clenching, moaning. "Yes...own me forever!" But post-orgasm clarity hit. Who was Dax? No backstory, just intensity. A bounty hunter? Ex-con? The scar whispered violence. Yet I craved more, body marked like a canvas...welts, bites, his seed drying inside.

Maddox and Jaxon were already inside when Drexton came in. "News?" Jaxon asked with a smirk, puffing out thick, dark smoke from his cigarette. "Hmm," Drexton replied. Maddox raised his head from the table. There was some white substance below his nose, giving him a mad look, fitting the short form of his name, Mad. "And play pet?" he asked, sniffing. "As expected, she came," Drexton replied, a wicked, sinister smirk forming from the corner of his lips. Maddox nodded and returned his head to the cocaine on the table.

Alexander was hovered above a woman and keep fucking her senselessly. His grunting and her moaning were piercing her ears. A bile rose up her throat wanting her to throw up but nothing came out. She was frozen at her place and Daxon was clearly enjoying the moment where she herself came and flushed against him. Storm growled inside him watching his mate's broken self but he was helpless.