Iconic Boyz Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

I pressed the 7th, He really meant to piss me off by pressing the same floor at the same time to make a contact with our hand. He hit the 10th. so this asshole is living on the 10th floor. So why the hell he's on the 7th floor that day I encountered him? Damn it! And why does the elevator seem to slow down? "Break up with your boyfriend, I want to play with you!" I ignored what he said because first, I do not have a boyfriend and secondly, I do not care what he says. And lastly, he’s fucking rude.

He screamed my name then Alex and I followed right after. Alex finished last pulling out and painting both our faces with his load. We lay there feeling used with our bodies tangled and sticky. Marcus looked dazed and he was breathing fast. I felt completely corrupted and addicted. Alex stroked my hair. “Good boys. This is only the beginning of the party.” I knew then we had crossed the final line, there was no going back for the both of us after now. And some dark part of me did not want to either.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

I was hoping I can make you blush. "What?" "Ugh, you are growing deaf because of your games, I sssswear! Now, let's get you out of that K-Pop Boy costume of yours, wash away Sir Bien's perfume aaaaand get you back into something that you and I both like. Sssshall we?” ++++++++

Now Roman can think about fucking me and want me, building up that want so he will help me later. "On your knees, ass in the air for your Master," Ezra demands. I quickly get on my knees and back my ass up to him. I can see him smiling at Roman in the mirror. Roman turns to leave us. "No, stay and watch me fuck this little whore," Ezra says. I smile at Roman. Ezra wastes no time ramming his stiff cock into my wet hole. His hard rigid cock is riding me and bringing me to ecstasy quickly. "I am going to cum on your hard cock," I squeal.

My hand started shaking uncontrollably. Something far worse? His words made my stomach clench with fear. I dropped the note and picked up the photograph. It was a close-up picture of two young men on a hospital stretcher. They were bloodied but clearly recognizable. One was Jax when he was barely sixteen. The other was an older boy and there was a man standing beside them with his back to the camera. I studied the figure but I couldn't believe it Flipping the photo over, I saw the inscription.

************ Mature Content Ahead (bxb) Deep moans and groans of painful pleasure, as well as slaps of raw flesh, could be heard in a dim cold room that evening. A gorgeously built man hovered over the beautiful pale skinned moaning man, his alluring thin lips sporting an arousing seductive smile as he thrust his enormous hardness into the man beneath him with an unstoppable force. He threw his head back and closed his eyes while trying his best to breathe steadily. His long white purple hair was strewn across his powerfully muscled back, with a few strands sleeping on his forehead thanks to sweat glistening on his head and body as he thrust with vigour into the other man.

Besides being an actor, Derris also doubled as an musician and he was part of a band called Black Diamond with three other guys: Caleb Stone, Jeremy Kyeong and Maximilian Crest. Apart from being one of the most biggest boy bands around, they were also known for their various escapades with anything in a skirt with Maximilian being the only exception. He was silent, reserved and was the only member of Black Diamond that could rarely ever be seen with a girl. The reason behind this was not known.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and