روايات وقصص ضمن Percy Jackson Dirty Fanfiction

“Fine. He ate me.” “What? Like a cheesecake?” “Yes, like a peach cake.” “Oh my god!” She giggled in excitement, slamming her hand on the horn. “Get out of the way, dickhead.” She shouted at one driver who attempted to block the road with his car’s butt. The memory slipped in. I would never forget how Martil licked me down there. No, he really did eat me raw. My thighs clenched together before I could stop them. “Damn girl, you can’t stop thinking about it. It must be really good.” Percy pointed out with a grin.

“You were a complete mess last time, all for that woman, weren’t you? Since you wanted her so badly, I made sure you’d get her! "And now, instead of being grateful, you’re yelling at me?” “Yes, I like her. But I never wanted to win her over with something so despicable. What you did was illegal!” Percy shot back, his tone firm. “Do you even know who she is? How dare you touch her?” “What, she’s just a pretty face, isn’t she?”

"You make me so fucking angry, and I want to hurt you. I want to hear your sweet screams of pain and pleasure." I was sure my words made me sound like a lunatic, but I was far too gone to care. If she'd let me, I'd leave my handprint on her ass. I'd mark her perfect skin in a way that would be pleasurable to both of us. Besides, she still needs to be punished for always disrespecting me. "What," she breathed out, "what do you mean?" "How about I just show you, dolcezza?" I didn't expect her to answer positively, but fuck was I elated when she opened her naughty little mouth to say, "Show me."

I was pinned and trapped against him. His lips found mine again. I moaned shamelessly into his mouth. I couldn’t help it. The pleasure overtook me in a way I couldn’t describe. He increased his pace. His fingers thrusted in and out of me at a fast pace now. I arched my hips against his fingers, following his movement. I wanted more. I needed more. “You want more, don’t you?” Percy whispered. “Yes” I moaned. “So dirty” Darren muttered. “Such a slut” Ken laughed.

Shit!, a thought Flashed into me and I regained my right senses. I felt so ashamed of myself as I allowed a stranger to control my emotions. I quickly dressed and left the car angrily but he ran after me. "Hey sweet, it's too dangerous to walk alone at night as there are many Lycans looking for beautiful omegas like you," he said smiling at me. "What!" I screamed a bit surprised at how he knew I was an omega. "Oh am sorry if I shocked you, but can we?," he said as I walked back to the car. So he entered the car and kickstarted the car but I turned off the ignition.

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

"You're gonna cum on my fingers, right here in the kitchen, aren’t you?" His fingers curled again, rougher now, rubbing my clit just right, slick sounds echoing obscenely. "Say it," he rasped, his breath heavy. "Say you want Daddy to make you cum." AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY LOVE BUGS😚😍 Thank you so much for reading this story! 💖 Your support really means the world to me. I’d also love to hear your thoughts, suggestions, or even the kinds of fantasies you’d like me to bring to life in future one-shots. Don’t hesitate to share your deepest fantasies—I’ll be checking them and doing my best to make this collection even more exciting for you! Love y'all!

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

“We have to move. The Ferals are in the vents.” We scrambled into the mezzanine. The air was already thick with the copper tang of blood. A Feral, its ribcage visible through stretched skin, hauled itself over the railing. Its jaws snapped, black saliva splattering across the marble. My knees buckled. Grey spots swam in my vision, my heart stuttering in a rhythm that felt wrong. The bond tugged. I turned, and froze. Percy was surrounded. “PERCY!” My scream tore out, but he was buried under three Ferals near the grand piano.

Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited. “Yassy,” Devon murmured. “You love this, don't you? Do you know how long we have fantasized about making you our little whore.” “Oh fuck…Devon…please—!” “Please what? Say it.” “Please fuck me harder—make me come!” He slammed in, grinding his pubic bone against my clit. “I’m gonna come again,” I sobbed. “Then come, Yassy,” Hans snarled. “Come all over my cock.”