Larry Stylinson Ao3 Novels & Stories

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Well, he had but not like the other princes who had fucked the women they had more than a couple of times already. Just what insane stamina did they have? But then they were lycans. They were stronger and superior to ordinary wolves so obviously, they had to have a greater sex drive. I imagined how high Jasper’s sex drive was and immediately blushed. Ever since I had seen Edriel make the girl moan, I had that scene etched into my mind. Only that it was Jasper, doing everything he did to me. Why the hell was I imagining my captor doing dirty things to me?

I was tempted to punish them all, to make them suffer for Nyx's defiance, but I knew it would only be a temporary distraction from my true desires. But for now, I had to focus on my own needs. I needed release, I needed to take out my frustration on someone, anyone. I glanced around the room, my eyes settling on Lola, who was still lying on the bed, her body heaving with pleasure. I grabbed Lola by the hair and pulled her up to face me. "You," I growled, "are going to satisfy me now." Lola's eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal, and she nodded quickly, knowing better than to disobey me. I pushed her down onto her knees and pulled out my throbbing cock. She hesitated for a moment, but

"I'm not going to be drugged to get raped. I'm not stupid." His next move is all the more surprising because it isn't what I'd been expecting. Larry draws closer and he isn't inches away anymore. He's so close I can feel his skin on mine, can inhale his scent, a tantalizing mixture of rosewood and patchouli, and this earthly combination drives me insane.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

"I see, I'm not interested. Can you take it off?" Larry grinned, "Nope," he put his face near her ears, "I'm sorry, but whenever I fell in love, I wouldn't let them go until my love dies... even if you are my friend's wife." K Whatever closed her eyes as her patience died down. "Alright, but I have an idea to make it more interesting if you want to have sex with me." "Ohh?" Larry raised his eyebrows. "I want BDSM," K Whatever blurted out. "..."

The shirt gripped his muscular chest, it almost looked like his arm was going to rip apart if he moved too much. And those thick thighs made me realise how gracefully this man was sculpted. His appearance almost caused me a heart attack but I tried to control it. This is just me sexualising him because he is beautiful. Fuck! Did I just use the word beautiful again for the same man? “Val, please get a grip. You don't even have a wolf yet. How could you describe him that much, giving such details” I asked myself and closed my eyes before opening them today. “I hope you are ready for tonight?” Lycan king Zayn asked.

He tossed Jonah aside and stepped over him, before looking around and nodding in satisfaction. “That's everyone. We did good.” He said and Larry nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Boss man would be proud.” Larry stared at his bloody hands, and grimaced. The withering seemed to have slowed down and he couldn't help wondering what Aamon was up to. “I better go wash this off.” “Don't you mean you want to lick it off?” Xander teased. “I don't want to know what shit tastes like. Thanks but, no thanks, I'm good.” Larry teased back and when he saw Xander glaring at him, he added, while raising his hands in mock surrender “Hey, I'm just going by your words.”

I could see the veins pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with precum. “One condition. If you…ahh…are gonna do this, then do it right. I don't want to fake an orgasm anymore.” I said, looking intently at him. The lust had given me a boost of confidence. “Ouch..hahaha.” Dylan spanked Lila. “You hear don't bore us, Roy. Show your girlfriend that you are my son.” I slipped the strap‑on a little deeper into Lila’s ass, feeling her sphincter grip the silicone tight.

She gasped when he ripped her shirt and roughly grabbed her breasts. "Shit, no condom." He talked through the shirt and she smiled. "There is no need for that. Your sperm won't infect me," she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "So just fuck me." Larry's eyes darkened even more and he spat on his hand, rubbing his shaft with it and preparing her with his fingers. Everyone and everything else disappeared and they only saw each other. Larry watched her gasp and moan while he fucks her with his thick fingers.