Nsfw Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Look at how wet she is. Dripping all over the bed. She loves being fucked like this." Marcus's grip on my hair tightened. He began to fuck my throat faster, harder, using my mouth like it was made for his cock. I could barely breathe, could barely think, but I didn't care. The lack of control was intoxicating. Behind me, Jade was relentless. She drove the strap-on into my ass with punishing force, her hands gripping my hips so tight I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The sound of her hips slapping against my ass filled the room, mixing with my muffled moans and Marcus's groans.

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

“I… I get wet all the time. Thinking about someone I shouldn’t. It throbs and I can’t stop touching myself. I fantasize about… being controlled. Held down and used.” The air in the room grew thick. Sean didn’t move away. Instead, his eyes darkened, pupils expanding as he studied her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You’re twenty now,” he murmured, voice dropping. “An adult. And you’re telling your family doctor that you’ve been lusting after him?” Amila’s breath hitched. She nodded, too aroused to lie. “Yes. For a long time, Dr. Sean. I want you. I want you to… dominate me. Please.”

My body was still trembling, every nerve on fire from everything they’d already done to me. Cum from both Rhys and Rylan leaked steadily from my swollen pussy, warm and sticky, sliding down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. I could barely catch my breath, my small breasts heaving, nipples raw from their mouths and fingers. My mind was a haze of shame, lust, and that terrifying thrill I couldn’t deny.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

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?

For minutes, we catch our breath until his voice pulls me back to reality. “That was a great watch, mate,” Rafael chuckled. “I’ll go find a wet ass to plunge my aching cock into. Thanks to you.” He loved watching me fuck; as a matter of fact, he is obsessed with it. Ever since that first year, we shared a teenage boy-fem. Did I mention Rafael is gay? The bastard only fucks men, or he lets them fuck him. We were once in a crazy relationship where we fucked for months. And even now he still begs to fuck him occasionally.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of sexual acts, erotic dreams, BDSM elements (such as bondage, spanking benches, and non-consensual fantasy scenarios), group sex implications, detailed nudity and arousal, mind control/influence themes, and age-gap attraction involving a teenager(18) and adults. You know what to do. CHAPTER ONE

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”