Exo Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

“You know what? Occasionally, there’s a time when we feel uncomfortable if we’re always together with the same person all the time.” “Don’t say that you get bored with your own boss!” Qeiza glanced at Xander with the tail of her eyes. “If he heard that, I’m sure his ears would smoke or the horns would stick out of his head.” “You’re absolutely right!” Xander agreed with Qeiza’s opinion. “It would be certainly added with the face color as red as the seeds of Adenanthera pavonina.” Imagining how horrible Ansel’s face was when he got mad, Xander couldn’t help but laugh.

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.

"Oh my God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." "Already?" Marcus says against my ear. "We haven't even started yet, sweetheart." I cum anyway. Hard and messy and completely uncontrolled, clenching around Marcus's fingers while Dante sucks my clit through every wave and I grab the couch cushions and scream and shake and soak both their hands. The front door opens. Joel walks in. He takes in the scene in exactly one second. Me, wrecked and bare on the couch. Dante on his knees between my thighs. Marcus behind me, hand still between my legs.

“And you’re soaked for it.” We move together like we’re fighting and fucking at the same time — angry, desperate, addicted. When I come, it’s with his name on my lips, shaking against the cold glass while the city lights sparkle below us. He follows soon after, burying himself deep and whispering dark promises against my neck. Afterward, we end up on the wide leather couch, my head on his chest as our breathing slowly evens out. Elara’s words echo in my mind. I shift slightly, tracing a scar on his abdomen.

“Once we have gotten the money, y’all can do whatever you want with them.” Damian’s hands balled into fists. How dare they covet his wife with their filthy eyes right in front of them? If he doesn’t leave a bloody scene behind, then his name won’t be Damian Hall. “Let’s go. We can only contact their family once they have regained consciousness. Once the goons left, Damian opened his eyes. They were so cold that they could pierce through one’s soul.

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.

"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.