Dirty Fanfiction Crush Novels & Stories

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

Fuck I’d love to see her true curves if she fills out. I’ve never paid much attention to a female’s needs that I wasn’t related to, but I don’t hate it. There’s no reasoning to it, but Hannah isn’t the kind of female I could spend one night with and forget. I can’t even think about her trying to leave and it makes no sense. She’s nobody to me. *Is it the eyes? I think they’re throwing you off. Hmm, or her smell,* Crush says, confused.

I say slowly, “someone’s got a new crush.” Chris shrugs, trying for cool and landing squarely in smitten. “She’s got standards. I respect that. Also… I think she might secretly love me.” Damian chokes on his coffee again. “Sure,” I say. “That icy glare was definitely full of desire.” Chris leans back smugly. “You’ll see. Give it a week. I’ll wear her down.” Eventually, the meds catch up with him. His speech slurs. His eyelids drift lower. We take the cue.

It was a rush. A fire began in my brain, piquing my curiousity about him. I started digging. I wanted to know what made the priest's kid tick. It didn't take long to find his secret life as the most notorious smut-writer on the school forums. I’d hacked his laptop months ago, and what I found was a goldmine. He’d written me into his stories, every filthy, graphic detail, except he called me “Damian”in his fantasies. He’d replaced the girls I was with with himself. I knew he had a massive, pathetic crush on my best friend, Damian. It was too delicious to ignore.

A profound dread began to seep through the cracks of my burning passion. What if I could never break free from him? What if I met a tragic end like Dita, trapped in a toxic obsession with Roy? I knew exactly who Mr. Jefri was—handsome, powerful, and immensely wealthy. The whispers claimed I wasn't the first, and that I might just be another name on a long list of students he slept with and then discarded like trash.

Clara defended. “There is just something about you, you think the world revolve around you but you're just a pained bitch” “What! Look at you. You flock around me. I'm the queen bee of this school” “Queen bee, have you checked your I*******m followers lately filled with fake bot. Maddie is the chick here and yeah she winning over you and all the guys are all over here” “Move on bitch, you're just a fake bitch with a fake daddy. I doubt you're even under insurance. Claim to have a rich daddy but all you do is to move around f*cking every guy”

The man who loved me most in this world was gone. I could no longer take it as I looked at the picture on the tombstone. Plop! I fell to my knees at his grave and burst out crying. I had been unfilial. My father had died with regrets. After the funeral, I was exhausted. I sent a message to Helen. "It's over. Dad is gone." There was no reply. She might be busy turning herself into the most beautiful bride in the world. She could also be busy dating Zack. Helen would not care even if she read the message.

I work there. **VesperVixen:** Wait… really? You’re serious? **quietreader87:** Yeah. **VesperVixen:** That’s insane. Small world. So… you watch my stuff while you’re kneading dough? **quietreader87:** Sometimes. **VesperVixen:** I’m blushing. **quietreader87:** I’m panicking. **VesperVixen:** Don’t. I like that you’re real. Most guys on here are anonymous creeps. You feel… different.

"Please. You crushed on me for years. No way you flipped that fast. I know what this is—you're jealous I'm close with that scholarship girl. So you're using him to get back at me—" I didn't hear the rest. Because when I turned, Noah was at the door, face cold as ice. And my heart just dropped.

I could even see some fruit slices, various colors, the size of a thumb, sticking to the decorations of my pink dress. "For all the humiliations you've inflicted on me, you've ruined my plans, you've taken voting money from me, and you dared challenge me on stage. You know, I've liked Laird since 10th grade," Amy roared. "You dare to claim you are part of our group, but you betray me," Amy hissed while I could only stay silent, staring at the leftover ice cubes from the fruit punch at the tip of my shoe. “Stupid bitch,” Amy grumbled while walking past me.