Louis Tomlinson Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

Shawn Mendes - Imagination I'm sorry it's more narrative than conversation. I want to tell you how they feel. Sorry if it's getting boring. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

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.

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

I'm burning with rage, but all I got was a laugh from him. How is that amusing? Have I turned into a clown without knowing? "Calm down, baby sister. You look like a burning tomato, you could explode. It's just music, it doesn't kill." Was I just called a tomato? My ears must be deceiving me. "What did you just call me?"

“Yeah,what’s your favorite artist cause I think everyone around me has a boring taste. “Blake..” “Ewww,” “Is that bad? Ouch.” I could hear him shifting around, probably kicking his shoes off, the sound of a door closing in the background. “Alright, hit me with your playlist then.” I put him on speaker, scrolling through my music app while lying on my back, and played the first track that came up. He groaned dramatically, but I could hear the grin in his voice. “See? This is why you need me. Someone’s gotta save you from this.”

“Rumours. Nothing more, and I just want to get a deal out of this place.” “Like I said, you had the opportunity to, you didn't have to come to me first so why did you?” “I have no idea.” He returned to sitting “What are your intentions?” “I want to leave.” “For someone who isn’t loved at home, I wonder where you want to go.” “A lone wolf doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. Matter of fact, it is better than what I am being subjected to here.” “So you have no proof that Vivian is cheating on me.”

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.