David:
David's lips ghosted across your pulsating vein within your neck, tongue flicking out to sensually twirl about it. He elicited a sweet gasp of appreciation before his mouth closed entirely around it and began to suck softly. A moan poured from your lips, back flat against the stony surface of the wall of the boys hideout. Your mind was swimming as David's hands inched up your top gradually. He was doing nothing more or less than teasing you with a cruelty that you did not deserve.
"D-David!" You whimpered his name into his ear quietly, his lips peeling into a simper upon the soft bruise he'd left in his wake.
"Yes? What is it that you'd like me to do? I'm not a-" He cuts himself off, lips ghosting up to your ear. "Actually, I am a mind reader, and with what I can read in your mind......you're practically begging me to keep you up all night." He grins hotly into your ear, his fingers plucking each button free before slipping into the front of your jeans.
He could live for eternity, devouring your erotic offerings.
Dwayne:
"Shhh......shhhh......shh....." Dwayne cooed into your ear as his fingers dappled with the heated pool between your legs. Your mewls are getting louder and more repetitive as he got faster and faster. "We don't want David to hear, now do we?" He whispered, almost daring your moans to grow in substantial volume.
"D-Dwayne!-" You gasped his name, speeding his fingers up, his thumb pressing against your clit in small figure eights. Your mouth flew open, agape, and moans cried from your lips as you arched your back, hands cupping Dwayne's cheek and forcing his lips passionately upon yours.
Dwayne would bring you over the edge multiple times before dawn would rise.
Paul:
Paul's hot breath ghosted tantalizingly over the sensitive skin of your thighs, pressing feathered kisses along the way. Your orbs were wide, eagerness pouring from your pupils to which made Paul chuckle as he nipped softly at the skin of your thigh, tugging upon it playfully. Red marks were scattered all over your skin, courtesy of Paul himself.
"Paul!" You whine out, bucking your hips towards his mouth.
"Eager?" His brow cocked in absolute amusement, a simper drawing from your lips.
"Very." You admitted without any sense at all.
"Fine by me." He murmured, taking a look at your glistening core before he softly pressed a kiss to your clit. You gasped, face contorting into bliss as Paul smirked up into you, orbs locked on yours. His tongue slithered out of his mouth, kitting licking at your clit, slit and opening. You threw your head back, moans drifting from your agape mouth, Paul's name escaping from it every so often.
Marko:
Marko's lips captured the erect nub of flesh upon your breasts, twirling his tongue deliciously upon it before sensually sucking upon it. Pleasure writhed through you, tugging at the coil in your belly as he focused on pleasuring you, driving his hips forward, pushing himself deeper inside you. Your nails raked down his back, head thrown back as bliss tickled every cell of your body.
"M-Marko!" You cry out as he speeds up, tugging and nibbling softly upon one of your nipples before tending to the other and beginning the process all over again.
-----------------------------
There's part one!
Opinions?
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
