Josh Dun Hair Novels & Stories

What else do I expect? As the chorus echoes through the room, Josh's eyes find mine, and a subtle smile plays on his lips. The connection between us feels obvious. I take my time to admire him. His hair falls effortlessly on his face. He wears a simple, well-fitted black shirt. The fabric clings to the contours of his frame, subtly showing the underlying abs beneath. With a pair of dark denim jeans to complete the look, his effortless sense of style suggests a casual yet refined taste. I love it.

My only intention in doing so was to be able to admire more freely the stunning beauty of that wonderful man, and soon I was followed by my cousin and Virginia, who also sat down but chose the chairs against the wall, I believe because they were next to me but not positioned facing Joshua. Joshua is a tall and athletic man. It was evident that he engaged in some form of physical exercise, as the short-sleeved black T-shirt from a well-known brand he was wearing made that clear to anyone who looked at him. Not to mention the jeans that fit perfectly to his legs proportional to his large body, and now comfortably stretched. When he ran his hand through his almost nonexistent hair, cut in a mil

The group came over to me and started to chat as I pulled the laces into tight knots. "Hah. Didn't you say you weren't an ice bunny?" I gritted my teeth together at that familiar sneer, slowly raising my head to see none other than Benji's friend looking at me like I was trash. The guy with sandy blonde hair stood in front of me like a shield. "What the hell, Cap? Jones isn't an ice bunny, she's-" I cut him off "It's alright, Josh. I don't need to explain myself to irrelevant people," Josh sighed, shaking his head.

He shook my hand, his eyes boring into mine and I could see that he was fighting with the urge to rip my arm off, the same as I was his. Josh was the complete opposite of me. His hair was dark brown, almost black, his eyes a deep brown, his skin had a natural tan. He was well built, almost the same height as me, so probably about six foot one. He was a good looking guy though, I had to give him that. “Hey. I’ve heard a lot about you,” I greeted, shrugging casually. I couldn't help but smirk at him. Practically everything I had heard about this guy was bad, but yet he still thought he had a chance with Ashley. Fat chance, that was all he had.

Do I introduce myself? “Oh...and who would this stunning woman be?” Josh said as his eyes fell on me. Now that he was up close, I had to say that Josh was way more than decent looking. He was at least worthy of the words ‘super handsome’. Josh had very sharp and manly features, dark brown hair and matching eyes and a beard. His piercing only added to his alluring bad boy look and the thin white shirt he had on did nothing to hide his rip tan muscles that were underneath. He wasn’t as tall as Hayden, but he was still very tall and his smile was stunning as well.

She turned around with a tight smile on her face. “Did you get caught up in traffic?” Josh asked with a beautiful grin on his face. Lee always found it difficult to be rude to him. He was tall and well built. He had too much of a man’s body to be eighteen, one of the reasons girls were all too willing to fall at his feet. He had gentle brown eyes that were angelic. His black kinky hair was always cut short in a mock mow-hawk.

he informs me and I slowly nod with a small smile on my lips. “I guess I’ll have to take care of my surroundings from now on,” I note, my eyes not darting away from him as I talk. I look at my wrist and mentally sigh in relief when I find the hair tie around it. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and I make sure not to wrap the hair tie three times, so it won’t give me a headache afterward. “Your hair looks nice when it’s pulled up.” Josh compliments me and I decide to joke around.

he faced us scratching his head. Well the head was not bald like Dwayne Johnson's own, his only shows any one that looks closely at him that he wasn't ready or doesn't want to grow old. His hair was cut in the popular Afro style, it was so obvious he dyed his hair black, but I could still see some stubborn grey hairs that refused to be black at the sides of his head, the man surely doesn't want to look old. But his beards gave out the secret. "Dad don't tell me you dyed your hair for the ninth time this month? " Kene asked his dad.

I suddenly enjoying it. "Nice one!" Joshua said happily as he approached me. she fixed my hair and a little makeup retouch. "Do I look fine? Don't I look constipated?" I question the question. "No Miss! You're beautiful. It looks like you're used to it." I smiled at what he said. Then he put a hoody on me. it is also one of the items we made our own design. I just put it on and then Joshua tied my hair, for a new look. Then they left me to get it again.

He pulled off the pony he was wearing and let those hair fall down his face. He loved how Josh carried his hair. Long and silky smooth. He would usually tie them in a band but once in a while he would tie them in a messy bun. Something Enzo loved so much. He even tried to copy Josh but his own hair was curly and they wouldn't get past his earlobes so he stopped trying. Besides, it looked good on Josh more than him. Josh looked at him from his thick long lashes, ascending down on his body, worshiping it with his lips, racking with his nails. He loved when Enzo arched his back in pleasure.