David: You wake up to David's arm draped over your naked upper half. His left foot is clasped around your two, locking you in against him. The white under-sheet is covered in blood and you spot about a dozen other hickeys from last night on the both of you.
Around nightfall, David stirs to find you asleep again. He props up on one elbow and strokes your cheek with his hand. "Sleep tight, darling. The Boys and I will be back soon."
Dwayne: You're scooped up into Dwayne's arms, sound asleep. "Babe, wake up."
"I love you, Dwayne."
"I love you."
Paul: You two are making out again and his hands are roaming your body, wanting to know where all your pleasure points were.
"Get a room, damn!" David and Dwayne say, walking past the door. "The worst thing is, we could hear you two rabbits all night."
You blush and glare at Paul.
"You said these walls were thick."
"Just a small white lie."
Marko: His hands roam your body, exploring what drove you crazy and what didn't. Your lips are rough against his and he elicits several moans.
Michael: He was a pro at French kissing.
Sam: You two were experimenting in the privacy of your room.
Edgar: He drives you crazy with his lip biting
Alan: He's too busy clicking in your ear and driving you nuts.
Star: You're passionately making out in her corner, Dwayne and Paul watching Laddie for you two.
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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.
