One Direction Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The sleek lace sticks to my pussy, and my wetness cements it to it. I slip on my high heels. A sick whore with a sick fantasy. All ready, I drop to my knees and draw from my imagination. No theme. No rules. Just me and my perverted thoughts. And a wild revelation at the end. So, I dare his fans to go a bit crazy, to fuck themselves as much as I did while throwing these dirty pieces together. One hand on my breast, and another mapping his image to life, I draw a man I should run away from. One stroke at a time, his fine athletic build comes to life. I leave the top area blank for his face, and go about polishing the body to perfection.

It sits there and hums, a low, steady thing, like a small engine under the floor. In my room, I closed the door and leaned on it, eyes shut, mouth open, the way you do when you’ve sprinted up stairs and pretended to be fine. I unzipped the dress and slid it off. I hung it back on the padded hanger and stared at it. It looked innocent. It was not. My phone buzzed. Say it, he wrote. What? I sent. Say you’ll stop, he wrote. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The fan made a soft tick at each turn.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. Anya laughed softly, her body still tingling, knowing this was only the start of her dirty obsession, a spiral of lust that would consume her entirely. She dressed slowly, leaving the motel with weak legs and a belly full of cum, returning home where Pedro was sleeping, unaware of everything. But in the car, she touched herself again, reliving every moment, cumming one last time before arriving, the taste of cigarettes and sex on her mouth. The obsession only grew, and she could hardly wait for the next encounter.

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

“I’m your little whore. Use me however you want.” Jodan gave a predatory half-smile that made her clit throb. They had been exchanging increasingly filthy messages for nearly six months. It had started with simple flirting, then turned into dirty fantasies: him describing how he would spank that juicy ass until it was purple, how he would tie her up and fuck every hole, and finally the heaviest promise — that one day he would shove his entire fist into her tight asshole until she screamed and came like a bitch in heat. Ravenna had cum countless times just reading those words. Now he was finally here, standing in front of her, and his scent — clean sweat, leather, and raw testosterone — fille

“So you think because you have dirt on me, I should be at your beg and call? Ouuuu, I’m so scared.” Daniel fumed up as Fiona strolled toward the door, ready to take her leave. “I see now that you have the brain size of an atom, probably why you can’t make a decent living and you keep spending your hardworking wife’s money.” “Don’t you dare talk to me that way, I’m warning you Fiona, I can make the world a bad place for you with the information I have?” He growled. Fiona smiled sinisterly. “Fuck you and your information and watch your back. I can snap my finger like this and you disappear.” She snapped her finger, opened the door and left Daniel standing in the living room trembling like a ba

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

I have known Alaric since I was a kid, and he is my dad’s closest friend but he is also the person who had made me so horny I could barely sleep for the past three weeks. I couldn’t breathe and my chest suddenly felt tight, like a heavy stone was pressing down on my lungs. My head started spinning and the edges of my vision went blurry. Standing there across from Alaric, watching his lips move and seeing how his broad shoulders filled his shirt, felt like pure torture. Dirty pictures kept flashing through my mind. I could see him pinning me down on a bed, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress, his strong hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave marks. I wanted him so badly it made

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.