Dirty Fan Fictions Novels & Stories

I imagined him behind me, pressing his thick cock against my ass while his fingers plunged inside me. I dipped two fingers into my dripping entrance, pumping slowly, my other hand squeezing my breast through the dress. “Mmm… Jace,” I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Please… fuck me.” My fingers moved faster, slick sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. I was soaked, arousal coating my thighs as I chased the fantasy. In my head, he had me bent over, collar around my throat, calling me his dirty little secret while Mia slept downstairs. “Oh god… yes, Sir…” The word slipped out unbidden, sending a fresh gush of wetness over my fingers.

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

They claimed they weren't dating, but I was sure they were going on another date. "It's called Ghostwriting, Cathy." "Then, write your own stuff." She deadpanned. "I only write for the money as a side hustle. It's not a career path." "Whatever." "You guys should have fun though. I'll be there on the next one." I yelled out as Spencer rode past us without even saying bye. "Why lie?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, but then I remembered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make another excuse the next time. If it's not partying, you aren't in."

Petty, I know, but petty is my superpower. Damien was on my bed, propped on an elbow like he belonged to the furniture. Shoes off, sleeves rolled, the kind of stillness that makes you want to poke just to see if he moves. I’d been telling him a ridiculous story about a girl in my department who claimed her professor had plagiarized her TikTok caption. He was pretending to listen, which meant he was listening to everything but organizing it into a more sensible version. “You’re not even smiling,” I said, bouncing my heel against the mattress.

“Ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhhh…” I imagined Victor watching me. I imagined him telling me to moan louder. I imagined him calling me his dirty little daughter in law while he watched me fuck myself for him. My moans grew louder and less controlled. “Ahhhhhh… Sir… please… ahhhhhh…” My fingers were soaked. Every time I pulled them out they glistened in the faint light from the window before I pushed them back in. I curled them upward and rubbed the spot that always made my thighs shake. My clit was swollen under my other hand. I was so wet that my fingers made soft filthy sounds with every movement.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”

The fantasy is over. But I already can't wait for next month.

Damien stood over me, stroking himself and occasionally slapping my tits or pinching my clit. The dirty talk never stopped. Rafael: “That’s it, choke on my fat cock while you bounce on his dick. You’re such a filthy little cumslut for us.” Elias: “Your pussy feels incredible… so warm and wet. I’m going to fill you up soon.” Damien: “Look at you, Nova. Three men using every hole. You’re going to be leaking our cum for days.” They changed positions again and again. I was on my back with Elias between my legs, fucking me slow and deep while Rafael and Damien took turns fucking my mouth.