Bottom Dream Fanfic Novels & Stories

he smirked. He hung his clothes on the backrest of Sheila's study chair and got into her bed, then turned his back to me. “Good night Bella.” I stared at his naked lying figure for a bit then quickly got into my bed. I stared at his butt and slid my hand down to my soaking wet cunt, even the hairs on my labia were wet. I touched my clit again and started tossing it left and right. My mouth hung open as I kept staring at his bottoms. They were so sexy and plump and… fuck. I imagined grinding my wet pussy into his butt.

The stimulation from his large cock inside of me, the feel of his body against mine, the damn custom cologne. I came so hard that a scream tore through my lungs. My eyes flew open, and I remained still for a moment as I took in my surroundings. I was lying on my back, tugged safely in the warmest grey sheets. The ceiling above me was different, and so was everything else. I looked to my side and my breathing hitched. “You…” My voice shook as the subject of my dreams appeared real and solid before my eyes. Bottomless Grey stared back at me with a blank expression. His head propped onto one of his strong shoulders as he watched me intensely.

Even if he doesn't want our baby anymore, I still love him. "He must've been bewitched by that wicked woman, Nadia Green!" She probably thought people would back her up and tear me apart. Yeah, that backfired. Hard. [OMG, so their "true love" was just straight-up cheating? Gross.] [LMAO, they deserve each other—one's a drama queen, the other's whipped AF.] [No way... I was dragging Nadia Green this whole time, and she was the victim? I feel so dumb.]

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DAMON Point of View I trudged back to my chambers, feeling defeated. Tyla's rejection still stung, and I couldn't stop feeling like I'd blown my chance with her. I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she just give me a chance? I knew I'd messed up in the past, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. As I lay there, my eyelids began to droop. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting sleep take control of me. But my rest was fitful. I dreamed of Annie, my former mate. We were standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. She was smiling at me, her eyes shining with love. I reached out to her, but she slipped away,

"Beautiful, as beautiful as the one in my dream." "Huh?" “I often dream about you…” "Oh yes? What dream is it?" "The point is... you and I are alone in bed, together and moaning at each other." “Hissshhhh….” Alicia growled. “Yeah, it's more or less like that… you're a bit more vocal in my dreams, especially when I do it from behind. You're like…agh…it's painful…but agh…deeper, more…fast…I like it, agh…Alex…I want to cum. So."

“Does it matter?” “Yes. See,” he grunted as he pushed a bit further in, “I had this dream the other night of covering your beautiful fits in my come. I then dreamed of doing the same thing to your perfect ass. I only need to know if I’m wasting baby makers if I bring that wonderful dream to life.” She met his eyes, hers widening as he finally pushed all the way down, bottoming out in the depths of her body. She wrapped her other leg around his hips while angling her hips to appease the tightness and pinch of how deep he’d settled.

Crawling on the bed, I cried harder until I fell asleep, all the thoughts vanishing in my mind. I had a long dream in my sleep. I couldn't understand why I became so horny after crying like an idiot. In my dream, I was on the bed with Seth Wilkinson. We had explored many parts of intimacy except sex. He was between my legs with a grin. I was squirming in need when my eyes looked down and I was startled to see a different face. It was none other than my enemy. Alpha Dominic! The dream was so strong that I was already wet beyond imagination, my pussy throbbing in need. Why the hell was I watching Dominic between my legs?

His cock strains his pants and when he closes the door behind him and locks it, my pussy clenches so hard around Dante’s cock that he groans. “Your friend Jade booked two,” Dante says against my ear. His cock still buried inside me. “She said you deserved the full fantasy.” The blond walks over. Stands beside the couch. Close enough that I can smell him – clean, sharp, different from Dante. He looks at me – riding Dante, my tits out, the tiara catching the light, a stranger’s cock deep in my pussy. “I’m Cole,” he says. Like this is a normal introduction. “Happy almost-wedding.”

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance fueled by a shared longing. Then, with a gasp that echoed in her ears even after waking, Kate found herself on top of deimon He leaned back, a newfound peace settling over him. Maybe a cold shower and a movie night weren't so bad after all. The gentle rise and fall of Deimon's chest beside her lulled Kate into a comfortable sleep. The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.