Dirty Youtuber Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I kept moaning into his mouth like a shameless slut begging to be fucked. After a few seconds of kissing and sucking my lips, he pulled back a little, finally letting me catch my breath. "Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn't like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore" "Unghhh,... Ahhhhh...." "Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are" He started moving his fingers faster, and faster. He inserted a third finger stretching me out completely.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Noah’s voice curled around me like smoke, low and teasing, thick with lust. “But I’ve been dying to know,” he said as he dragged his knuckles along my thigh, “who made you cum the hardest yesterday?” Heat rippled down my spine. My lips parted, but the answer caught in my throat. I looked between them, between the hungry eyes and the tension winding in their shoulders. “Honestly,” I murmured, swallowing hard, “it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember.” Dennis stepped closer, his body radiating purpose. “We need to remedy that right away, Doctor.”

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

The day that had been shit had ended in glory, an impulsive encounter that proved urban life still held dirty, delicious surprises. As Ana drove home, her phone vibrated with a message from him: “I’m already hard thinking about your cum-filled pussy. When again?” She smiled, replying quickly: “Tomorrow, you bastard. Fuck me until I forget my own name.” The chapter ended like this, with them returning to reality, but carrying the trail of dirty desires and the potential for more intense fucks — the blackout nothing more than a catalyst for repressed urban lust. The End.

I moaned around his fingers, licking and sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the nasty mixture while he watched with dark, satisfied eyes. “That;s my good girl,” he growled, finally pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. “Now thank daddy for using all your holes.” I whimpered, voice shaky. “Thank you, daddy…for ruining my throat and my dirty ass.. And for letting me taste your cum mixed with my ass dirt.” “That's my good girl,” He held my body and kissed my dirty face that was filled with his cum.

“Damian, it’s me. I’m real.” I held his head in my hands, so his focus was on me. “No, no. You are not real. I want her too much that my mind plays a trick on me. I’m dirty. I’m sticky. She doesn’t want me. Those bastards.. always left me sticky. I need to get clean..” He kept on mumbling and scrubbing himself. Bastards.. Men? What kind of activity could he be in involved in that left him sticky? Could it be he was involved in fights and got himself bloodied? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I shouldn't think about it now.

“You’re such a dirty fucking cousin. I hate you… but I can’t stop.” She flipped me onto my back again and climbed on top in a scissoring position, our pussies pressed tight together, clits rubbing frantically. We were both soaked, the wet sounds loud and obscene. Our tits bounced as we fucked each other, hands grabbing, nails digging, mouths crashing together in messy kisses. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped. “Cum with me, you nasty bitch,” Lila moaned. “Cum on your cousin’s pussy.” We came together; screaming, shaking, squirting all over each other’s thighs and the floor. The orgasm was so intense.

Her hips push into my finger, trying to take more of me, her moans growing. “Dirty girl, what were you dreaming of that made you so fucking wet.” My fingers continue to move. “You, Daddy.” Her words are panted, and she keeps her eyes closed but pushes closer to me. “Me? Tell me what you were seeing.” His fingers push further inside as he adds another. “You fucking me, but with your brothers watching. I was proving to you, Daddy, that I am a dirty girl.” Her wetness now covers my fingers, and I move until I am between her legs. My eyes are on that perfect fucking cunt.

My pussy and ass leaked their seed, my tits were glazed, and my fingers still rubbed my swollen, cum-smeared clit in slow, filthy circles. Mr. Reynolds looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You really are a dirty young slut, aren’t you? Final dare for now, Mia. We’re going to ruin that tight 22-year-old body. You’re going to take all four of us as hard as we want, in every hole, and you’re going to thank us like the filthy little girl you are. Keep rubbing that cum-filled clit the whole time.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Ruin me.”