Really Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.

I could see the bulge growing in his pants thick and obvious. My mouth watered thinking about freeing it tasting the salt and heat of him while he graded papers like nothing was happening. “Fuck you’re dangerous,” he muttered his fingers brushing my shoulder light but electric. “That youthful spark makes me want to ruin the good girl act. Pull those jeans down and see how soaked the forbidden talk got you.” We kept talking like that, the words getting filthier. He asked about my fantasies and I spilled them all. How I touched myself last night thinking of his mouth between my legs licking slowly then sucking hard until I came shaking.

Mort deeply apologizes over and over again in a low but soothing tone. When she realized that it wasn't a dream, Sumire let go with fright and moved away from him, pulling the sheet and crawling against the headboard of the bed, which slightly surprised Mort. "D-don't...t-touch...m-me...I'm already dirty... I'm no longer worthy of you. I've been touched by many men...please, find somebody else and forget about me..." stuttered, Sumire sobbed overwhelm with disgust as she tried to erase the nasty touch of the men on her skin who had taken advantage of her last night.

The wall was cold at my back. He started thrusting into me, hard and fast, his hands under my thighs and holding me up with his hips slamming into mine. He fucked me like we had five minutes left before the world ended. “Fuck,” he panted. “You feel unreal.” I couldn’t even speak. My head hit the wall and my hands clawed at his back. “You like this?” he growled. “Yes—god—yes.” “Being fucked against the wall in broad daylight?” “Yes.” “You want someone to walk in and see how filthy you are?”

The sounds of the rain and thunder mixed with the wet noises his fingers made as they fucked her. Jake watched her face the whole time. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are. You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?” She nodded, too turned on to lie. “Yes… I have.” He added a third finger, stretching her. The pressure built fast. Mira’s legs started to tremble. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

I hate how much I want it—his body crowding mine, his free hand yanking my blouse open, buttons popping while he pinches my nipples hard, twisting them until I arch and whimper. "Look at you, all worked up over our little argument. Bet your pussy's dripping for me right now." Brian says. A moan slips from my lips in reality as I crank the vibrator up, sliding it deep into my cunt. It buzzes against my walls, stretching me just enough, and I rock my hips, fucking myself with it while picturing Brian's fingers replacing it—rough, insistent, curling inside me to hit that spot. This is wrong. He's the jerk who's trying to ruin my career. But the fantasy won't stop. He drops to his knees in my mi

Kiera POV I woke, laying sideways on a round bed in a sleazy club. My body ached a little and between my legs was not only raw, but humming in bliss. I smiled to myself. I never thought I would enjoy a dirty one night stand with a complete stranger, who was also an arrogant Alpha. I did though. I would never see him again and no one would know exactly what happened last night. This will be my dirty little secret that I knew I would fantasize about the rest of my life.

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.