Septiplier Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“This pussy belongs to me now. Dad’s too old and pathetic to satisfy a whore like you. That’s why you’re creaming so hard all over your stepson’s dick.” Maya’s hands gripped the edges of the table desperately, knuckles white. She was trying so hard to suppress her moans, but broken, filthy sounds kept slipping out. “Ahh… fuck… Caleb… slower… he’ll wake up…” But I only fucked her harder, my heavy balls slapping loudly against her ass with every thrust. I reached between us and rubbed her swollen clit in fast, rough circles, making her thick thighs shake violently. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Getting railed like a dirty whore on the kitchen table while your husband sleeps upstairs.”

Sophia would grip her fork tighter, forcing smiles at her mother’s questions, all while her panties grew soaked and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat. He’d catch her eye and smirk, his green eyes promising retribution. Texts late at night: Julian: Thinking about how wet you get for me. Julian: Touch yourself but don’t come. Save it for my cock. She obeyed. Every time. Every fucking time. Her fingers circling her clit until she was shaking, then stopping, her thighs slick, her pussy clenching around nothing. By Thursday night, she was desperate, her body humming with denied release, her nipples perpetually hard, her mind filthy with fantasies of him.

**WARNING** This chapter is a dip into dark romance. Please be advised that this may be triggering to some readers. In the case that you are uncomfortable reading, you are not missing out on any significance to the storyline. POV Stephanie I go on and on with Mia as we talk about our sexual fantasies. Finally, someone gets me! My phone vibrates on the glass-topped coffee table, it’s Julian. Babe, can you please get my hat from upstairs? The sun is killing my gorgeous eyes

I moaned softly, imagining Vincent’s rough hands instead of my own. God, that man. Tall, dark-haired, always in a tailored black shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked at me like he owned me already. I pushed the vibrator harder, sliding it down to my entrance and dipping just the tip inside. Wet sounds filled the small room. I was soaked. “Shit, Ava, you’re such a dirty little slut for this,” I breathed to myself, voice low and filthy. I thrust it deeper, fucking myself with short, needy strokes while my thumb worked my clit. My hips rolled, chasing it.

His cum leaked out slowly, warm and sticky on her thighs. Mia looked up at him, cheeks flushed. "This doesn't mean anything." Ethan smirked, brushing his lips over hers. "Sure. Just like three months ago." They cleaned up quickly, wiping down with paper towels from the sink, straightening scrubs, picking up scattered charts. The room smelled of sex now, Mia avoided his eyes as she fixed her hair. As they stepped into the hallway, the night shift nurse passed by, giving them a curious glance but saying nothing. Mia's legs still trembled, the ache between her thighs a reminder of how thoroughly he'd wrecked her.

he said to peter, without even looking at her. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him. She lay on the bed, her body sore and used, covered in another man's cum. Julian walked over to the bed. He didn't say anything. He just looked down at her. He reached down and wiped a smear of cum from her stomach with his finger. Then he put his finger to her lips. "Clean it," he said. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean, tasting the bitter salt of his hand.

I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items. It is a dirty, taboo sight that makes my pussy throb once more. He pulls me down after, his cum-smeared cock pressed against my thigh. We lay there, breathing heavy, the chapel smelling of sex. My body aches in the best possible way; vows are shattered on the altar. I kiss his neck, tasting salt and the knowledge of this sin binding us.

Katia’s POV The hum of the motorbike was still vibrating in my bones as I stepped into my apartment long after midnight. I moved through the dark rooms like a thief, peeling off the heavy leathers that smelled of adrenaline and burnt rubber. I checked on Aiden, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest for a long moment. He was my reality. He was the anchor that kept me from drifting off into the chaotic, dark sea of my own impulses. Everything else, the boardrooms, the high-speed racing, and the forbidden heat of Julian Windsor, felt like a fever dream I couldn't wake up from.

“Even after I filled it once, it’s still sucking my dick like it wants more cum. You’re such a greedy whore.” Riana’s moans were constant now, broken and filthy. “I am. I’m your greedy whore. Fuck me harder. Wreck this pussy." The dirty talk sent a fresh surge of lust through him. Ryker spat on her asshole and pushed two fingers inside it while continuing to pound her cunt. The double penetration made Riana shake violently. Her pussy clenched around his cock even tighter, hot and pulsing, the creamy wetness making every thrust smoother and nastier. He pulled his cock out of her pussy with a wet pop and pressed it against her asshole. “You want this in your ass again?”