Spicy Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

You're good at cooking…'' ''That's because my mate likes spicy grilled meat…'' ''But... Won't this burn Kefira's stomach? She's sick, isn't this dangerous for her?'' ''Keffy and Gavriel usually eat many times spicier than this. Only this level of spiciness will not affect them.” ''What?! It's so hot, it's spicier than this. Are you sure you won't torture the person who ate it?!"

Jayden growled in the fantasy, voice low and degrading. “It’s my turn to ruin this greedy little slut hole now.” Jayden’s voice rang in his ears. Sebastian bit his lip hard, cock twitching wildly in his pants as the imagined Jayden pushed forward. The fat head popped past his rim, stretching him open with a burning, delicious ache as inch after thick inch sank in, forcing his walls to flutter and grip. In the fantasy that was about to make him go mad, Jayden didn’t go slow, and instead, he slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust, groaning at how tight Sebastian felt. “Fuck, so much tighter than my wife’s pussy.”

the doctor asked. Darrion nodded. “My mom made spicy foods sometimes. Not that spicy, just to add the flavor. I know I’m not allergic to it, but this time, my tummy feels hot.” The doctor hummed. “How many did you eat just now?” “Just one spicy chicken wing.” Jai answered in his stead. “Spicy chicken wing? From the Adventurers Guild?” The doctor asked. Both of them nodded and the doctor gave a small smile. “I see. How many chilis did you ask?”

He liked working with the other editors in the erotica department office, it just wasn’t the same as spending most of his day with his friends. “You know my weakness now,” Darien said. “I can’t eat anything past a mild spicy rating. I just normally pretend the spice isn’t affecting me.” “I have no idea what I’m going to do with this new information,” Zach replied with a laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He was staring at the view outside but I know his mind are on her. " I wish I have just like you." ### " Do you eat spicy foods?" Zeke asked me. We are now at the spicy restaurant and of course they serve spicy dishes. I love spicy foods. When I was young, I eat chillies as my hobby. "Of course! " I answered right away. The Zeke I saw before has changed. He grin at me as she points out the bowl of meet and chillies almost covering it. Well, that's what the poster said. There's also a grilled chili with mayo and a fried meat. My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hitting the mattress, my entire body shaken by uncontrollable sp

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

If I couldn’t cook, I’d order something. And without thinking—without even trying to be self-aware—my fingers typed it in. Smoky BBQ wings with loaded fries and extra spicy sauce. His favorite. Every time we were too exhausted to argue or too tired to cook, he’d order it. The wings dripping in sauce. Fries overloaded with cheese and jalapeños. Extra spice. He’d always steal my fries, Claim mine tasted better. Then he’d watch me struggle with the heat and smirk. “You can’t handle spice, Princess.”