Spicy Fanfics Novels & Stories

Hearing that, she smiled involuntarily. He took her to the floor that served spicy dishes, handed the menu to her and let her order dishes. She liked spicy dishes, but the dishes she ordered were all light. After Skyler got the menu, he ordered some spicy dishes, such as spicy fish, spicy beef and spicy shrimp. When he handed the menu to the waiter, Skyler and Jocelyn said simultaneously. Skyler said, "The taste of the dishes should be hot!" Jocelyn said, "The taste of the dishes should be mild!"

A glimpse into this notebook revealed that Nikita did not like fish, she despised onions, ginger, and garlic, she loved cherries, and she was often in a bad mood in the first hour upon waking. Spencer's friends were, politely speaking, outright appalled when they learned this. They asked, "Doesn't it get tiring, being with such a fickle woman?" Spencer's reply was apt. "Don't you think it's rather cute?" Spencer's friends did not have a comeback for that.

Aniya held back her smirk and just added a very little amount of pepper flakes in the pasta as per his taste. "A little spice won't hurt your precious tongue, Mr Alfanso," she stated, grinning. "So you should try to eat a little spicy food," she moved the spatula on the pan. He sniggered, hearing her. "If you want me to try then I don't mind trying, Ms. Meier," his words caused her heart to skip a beat. "Because…." He brought his mouth closer to her ear. "You own the most sweetest and favourite dessert of mine, so I will eat any kind of spicy food if in return you would let me taste that favourite dessert of mine," he husked in her ear. Aniya took a whole minute to understand the real meanin

DIANE Right now, I want to eat whatever he is cooking. It smells so amazing. “I'm making spicy garlic fried chicken,” he finally answers. “Spicy garlic fried chicken?” I ask as I inhale more of the crispy scent surrounding me. “Please don't tell me you don't like spicy foods.” He darts a hard stare at me, like he is waiting for me to disappoint him. But I don't. Because I love spicy foods. They hit so hard on the taste buds, and they also make me feel very full whenever I eat them.

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

With a face as recognizable as mine, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted me. A former fan took a video of me performing at the bar and posted it online, even though photography wasn't allowed there. Once the clip got out, everything spiraled out of control. "Jean Swisher's Fake Death" blew up on social media overnight. People were tagging Conrad left and right, begging him to track me down. The fans who used to call us the perfect couple were suddenly desperate to reunite us, until the more reasonable crowd stepped in and shut it down. "Just do this for me, okay? You two should meet one last time! All these old memories are hitting me out of nowhere!"

The group chat notifications kept buzzing on multiple phones, but nobody cared anymore. The real action had arrived. I took Tyler deep into my throat first, gagging beautifully while stroking Ryan. Then switched, savoring the different tastes and thicknesses. Spit ran down my chin in long strings as I worshipped both new cocks with sloppy, enthusiastic devotion. Liam’s voice cut through the moans. “Tell them how much you need this, princess. Tell the new Daddies why you can’t stop craving gangbangs now.” I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head,

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

He uses his teeth, nipping the sensitive skin until I cry out. My back arches off the desk as his tongue swirls around the hard tip. When he pulls back, my skin is glistening with his spit. "You've imagined this, haven't you?" he mutters against my skin. His hot breath sends fresh sparks down my thighs. "Me ruining you on this desk... Me marking every inch of you." "Yes," I whimper. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Every night. I touch myself thinking about your hands on me. Thinking about your cock inside me."

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.