One Direction Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEXUAL SCENES. IT IS 18+ RATED. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, glittering from the sweat that covered their bodies. Even though the air conditioner was working, the feeling of ecstasy running through their bodies produced alot of sweat.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near. Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)

I held her there for a beat until her throat spasmed. My head fell back. Fuck. She kept going deeper with another line of praise. She liked this, I realized. Being told she was pretty and that she was good. My good girl. Seems she hadn’t been told that enough, which I would, all the fucking time. Right now, she looked like a fucking dream — mascara smeared under her eyes, chin dripping with spit. Fucking. Gorgeous. I dug out my phone from my pocket and took a picture. She was so dirty and gorgeous, I knew I’d jerk off to this image for weeks. Fate or luck...maybe persistence but either way, she was mine to ruin.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

His hands rise to my breasts, "Everything about you is so elegant... It makes me want to get you all dirty. Just like this” "Oh my god, Liam!” I let out with a gasp and as he takes it upon himself to do just that: get me dirty... with his cum all over my tits. I can say with complete certainty that I've never done anything like this before, something so literally dirty. But, surprisingly, I don't hate it as much as you'd think. In fact, I kinda like it... it feels just like he said, like his first mark on me. And someday, I'll wear his permanent mark on my neck. I can’t fucking wait.

I said, "Rena..., the rule about dirty talk—" "Dog! I want to get fucked!" Already cutting off my sentence, she actually let out a dirty word. "Squat!" Spontaneously I forced Rena to face the front of the pants I opened and exposed the tension in front of her face. My hand pulled Rena's head closer, passing my long stick over her warm lips many times. "Uh, Ren ...." I looked up, occasionally closing my eyes as I was carried away by the ridiculous bubbling that was getting fuller down there. "Keep going, Ren ...." A little more. Yes ....

“Please, don’t stop.” He slammed into her until the counter scraped across the floor. “I love this pussy when it tightens around me. You’re close, aren’t you?” She nodded frantically. Her body broke apart as she shattered for the third time. Victor growled and came with a low, vicious moan, thrusting deep until every pulse had emptied into her. They both collapsed onto the counter, slick with sweat. His hand curled around hers, anchoring her there. For the first time, neither of them felt alone, but the silence between them still had teeth.

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

It was just too much, yet I wanted more. When Declan was done with his ‘fingering', he decided to go up north a little. Now this was equally mind blowing. Maybe it was because I had been sexually inactive for over one and half a decade, maybe that was what me feel like Declan was doing something no one else could do. He sucked my nipples softly, carefully giving each of the them equal attention as he sucked slowly and then began to move more quickly with his mouth. With a mastered caution, he bit on them softly and I released the loudest moan. . .so far.