Percy Jackson Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He said with his eyes closed like he was falling asleep beside me, his head leaned back against the couch. His words hit me hard, causing my chest to tighten a bit. He was definitely worming his way into my heart. I could feel the walls being crushed down by his charm and good guy vibes. I didn't realize he was like this, but judging from what Zerena told me about her favorite memory, Percy seems like a good guy. 'Like I said. He has a pure heart.' Fane surfaced again. 'Yup, a rapist with a heart of gold. Got it.'

I say breathlessly between moans. “Say it. Tell me what you’ve always wanted from me.” I turn my head, and hold his gaze over my shoulder. “I wanted my pervert neighbor to watch me cum. I wanted him to jerk off to me. I wanted him to cum on his window like the dirty fucking creep he is.” His grip on my hip tightens. His other hand yanks his shorts down completely, and sis cock springs free, slapping against my ass, heavy and hot and already leaking.

Her piercing scream filled the air as her soul was ripped from her body, and she was sent into the pits of hell. I vomited on the sidewalk; my pride was now bruised tenfold for the torture I just endured. My ears rang as Lucifer burst out into a fit of laughter. His hand clasped around the back of my neck, his mouth right against my ear as he leaned forward. "Next time you fuck up my plans or lose fucking control again, Perseus, I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck home and clean up before you embarrass yourself further."

The bed creaked softly with every deep thrust. “You’re still our dirty little secret,” Julian whispered as he filled me. Oliver took over right after, flipping me onto all fours and fucking me from behind while I sucked Julian back to hardness. We kept going for over an hour — switching, touching, whispering filthy things. The risk of Mom waking up made every moan, every creak of the bedframe, every wet sound ten times hotter. By Saturday morning, Mom was glowing again. Julian had planned a surprise picnic for just the two of them at the beach. He packed everything — wine, cheese, her favorite blanket. As they left, Mom kissed him deeply at the door.

Chapter 98 Aria's POV I turned back to Jace. He stood there like a man facing a firing squad, pale, hollowed out, and completely destroyed. "And you." My voice dropped low, thick with a venom that burned my tongue. "You called me the morning after. Remember? You told me you left your phone in the car. You told me you stayed late to help her clean up. You told me you loved me... And the whole time, you had just finished fucking my best friend."

I asked, biting down on my lip to contain another moan. He leaned in close, mouth brushing the shell of my ear as his fingers toyed cruelly with my slick and dripping wet entrance. “You will. When I stretch this tight pussy around my cock, you’ll beg me not to stop. And I won’t. I’ll ruin you so good, no one else will ever measure up, cos I’ve waited for this. Hell, I’ve ruined you so many times in my head, little nerd.” So that made the two of us. I whimpered again, thighs falling open without hesitation. He was meant to be here. Jeremiah had always meant to be between my thighs. This was perfect.

I scream, struggling in vain while he just keeps thrusting into me, his grip on my hips and ass tight. He laughs again, "Yes, this dirty lowlife is fucking you. Look at your pussy clenching around my dirty cock. You like this, don't you? Being a dirty slut, a cum bucket." "You-----------" I moan when he hits that spot again, my head thrown back against my will, moaning loudly. "I thought so," he grunts, pounding harder into my pussy, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy lips. "Filthy whore. Take my cock."

“Yeah. But then there’s the other one. Dante. Older. Dominant. Cold on the surface, but when he breaks… gods. He fucks like he’s punishing us both for wanting it. He bends me over his desk, calls me his slut, makes me come so hard I forget my own name. And he’s the one who sees right through me—knows exactly what I need even when I deny it.” She paused, voice dropping so low I almost missed it. “They’re related. Uncle and nephew. And neither knows I’m sleeping with the other. Kia doesn’t know about Dante. Dante doesn’t know about Kia. And I’m… terrified someone will find out, but also terrified they won’t.” I stared at the wall for half a second, phone pressed to my ear, then burst out laugh

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

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