One Direction Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She was too stubborn to not fall for it. "You need to mess up your hair a little." Her eyes snapped open. "Give him an idea of what you'd look like after he fucks you. Not like he would, but it would probably make the whole thing easier." Jordan nodded quickly and I wondered what had been going through her mind. Knowing her, it was probably something dirty. "Come on, let's go before he finds a conquest for the night." We rode in my SUV, along with Leonardo and some other men of mine and when we reached the club Alexi had been spotted in for a few nights in a row, I handed Jordan a mic.

She wanted me to paint her and I had. I finished reading the short fantasy story and I was completely out of breath. Panting, I realized with a start that I had started rubbing myself through my panties while I read his story. And my pussy was dripping generously. My father fantasized about cumming on my body? And my god, why was the idea of him drizzling his load on my tits and belly so arousing to me? And the "dirty talk" he had projected onto me. It was something I had never done before. Not for real. Was that really what he wanted from me? And why was even that thought so erotic to me?

Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

I worked my tongue tirelessly, lapping up every last trace of our combined orgasms from her swollen folds, her sensitive clit, and deep inside her creamy hole. “Have the other boys all gone?” she asked casually, voice still husky and satisfied. I started to lift my head, but her hand instantly slammed my mouth back onto her dripping cunt, grinding my lips firmly against her clit. “Yeah, they all took multiple turns on Diana and left hours ago,” came Diana’s amused voice from the doorway as she watched the scene with obvious interest. “So you were right… he really does like it dirty.” “Oh, my sweet baby boy LOVES it dirty,” she purred, still holding my face pressed tight to her pussy. “Don’t

Whenever he touches my favorite spot, I forget all my life burdens. Easton pressed against me, jerking with the sweat on his forehead. Easton's eyes closed tightly before opening and flashing his lust-filled gaze. We stared into each other's eyes, feeling a desire so high it was almost uncontrollable. He showered me with unimaginable pleasure. This time, I did it consciously.

he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass. “Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations. “Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.” He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside. “That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”

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

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Why did the thought of finding them being intimate together bother me so much? I pushed the door open slowly so it wouldn’t creak and give me away. Steam filled the air but I didn't have to see clearly to know what was happening. Their grunts and groans could be heard the second the door was cracked. I just stood there, frozen in place, wanting to leave them to their private moment but unable to. Then the fog cleared and my vision was filled with the sight of Zayne buried ball deep in Finnick’s ass, fucking him mercilessly.

I drooled, Heavily aroused and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I don't know what took over me, I jumped on innocent Finn and pinned my body against him by locking my legs behind. I kissed him deeply, he didn't even resist. Seemed like Finn understood the assignment, He knew I wanted him in me! ****** To Be Continued