Frantic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said against my skin, voice rough, “but your body wants this so bad.” “Shut up,” I breathed, reaching between us to unzip his jeans. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed. He cursed loudly. Clothes came off in a frantic rush. My bra. His pants. Everything tossed aside. There was no slow seduction, no sweet words. Just pure need and months of built-up frustration. Marcus spread my legs and thrust into me in one hard stroke. I cried out, my nails digging into his back. He felt huge, stretching me perfectly. The mix of anger and pleasure made my head spin.

Lucian groaned heavily, his pitch black eyes burning with a blinding, possessive inferno. He crashed his mouth down onto hers in a punishing, desperate collision of pure, territorial heat. Zara gasped, her back arching beautifully against the bulkhead as she tangled her manicured fingers deeply into the thick hair at the nape of his neck. The claustrophobic tension of the flying fortress completely evaporated, instantly replaced by a deep, blazing, undeniably feral demand.

“I wаѕ drunk, Iz, I didn’t knоw whо’ѕ rооm it wаѕ.” Fanfuckingtastic. Hе turnеd away tо escape mу hаtе fіllеd eyes. Mіkе tried dеѕреrаtеlу to dіffuѕе thе situation, pulling mе away from hіm. “Hеу, lеt me take уоu fоr brеаkfаѕt. We саn get ѕоmе раnсаkеѕ. I know thеу’rе your fаvоurіtе.

“I just know that the both of you are anxious about about the while thing. Maybe just do a test run first. That way when it is official, you guys can give Liam your come back.” Frandy and i nodded to ourselves. He actually did have a good point. “You make a point though.” “More than one point sweetheart.” He took the food from me and started eating, “But where are we gonna find a guy who would want to play into our fantasy.” I asked Frandy. “Hello, i have a dick!” “Is this the scope you want to use and sleep with us?” Frandy and were laughing and sat at his opposite sides. “Yes and i know it is gonna work.”

It was slow at first and theni began to fuck him so hard like a rabid dog. Marcus screamed so loud, that I'm sure people miles away heard him. I wasn't going to stop as I kept slamming into him. I keep imagining him as Hayden and I fucked harder. I wanted him scream my name as I fuck him,....not Marcus, but Hayden. “Fuck stepeh…I'm about to cum..” That name alone made me explode. It was like all I could hear was Hayden. This is fucked up, when did I start to fantasize about Hayden as I fuck someone else?

My breaths come in ragged pants, sweat beading on my forehead as I add a third finger, stretching myself further and imagining his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his teeth sinking into my neck in a mating bite that seals us forever. “Yes, Kieran... mark me... make me yours,” I whimper, my thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The climax builds like a storm inside me, the pressure mounting higher and higher until I am teetering on the edge. “Kieran,” I moan, my body arching for more. Kieran is hers. But here in my fantasies, he is mine. Only MINE. Possessive. Brutal. And devouring me whole.

The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking him filled the room, loud and shameless. “Tell me,” he snarled, yanking her head back by the hair so her spine arched. “Tell me how much you love being fucked like a slut by a stranger.” “I—fuck—love it,” she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Love your cock splitting me open—please—” He reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing vicious circles. “Come on my dick again. Milk me dry.” She did—screaming this time, body convulsing as she squirted around him, soaking his slacks, dripping down both their thighs.

With that, I got up and made my way home. PRINCE’S DIARY It rushed down on him like a cackling thunder again and again, festinating upon him. His eyelids were closed, scrunched together in distraught as his fists clenched tightly in a strong grip, a result of his fruitless effort to try to hold onto his last sense of sanity. His thoughts were scattered and disarrayed, clashing with the messy hair on his head which he had rubbed aggressively more than a thousand times, due to his intense frustration. He was groaning, and it felt like every bit of his body was on fire. His Lycan was livid, wanting to go straight to her and Mark her, claim her as his.

Thor smiled and Erric was almost sure he felt pity for the runaway girl, feeding his self-conceit. The Café was the hotel’s place for those who want to relax over a variety of drinks. The seats were full and most tables were still waiting for their beverages. “I meant we would like some drinks real quick.” None of the ladies spoke. They all just nodded their heads like obedient pets. “Play it as I do. Only flirt when beneficial.” Thor went to sit on the rattan bench behind Erric, taking his phone and using it as if it’s his. Erric doesn’t mind anymore whenever his brothers did that. They’re persistent on making him a player even online, sending all the flirtatious replies in Erric’s name.

Charlie’s face shifted from pale to flushed, his hands waving frantically as he shouted, yet every pore radiated panic. Clearly, he thought Conrad had lost his mind—that every word was a lie. Apparently, he was the only one in the household completely unaware of the family’s dark secrets. In his eyes, he was the sole heir of a happy family. Then Charlie lunged toward me, shaking my shoulders violently. “You see, Kendall? I warned you! He’s insane! He’s ranting with lies again! “And you married him? Ha! Are you stupid? You must regret it by now!”