Male Reader Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If this is heat, I won’t feel better until I let a strange male mount me, and then I’ll be stuck with him for the rest of my life. Killian Kelley. Lochlan Byrne. Alfie Doyle. Brody Hughes. Vaughn Lewis. Art Floyd. Dangerous, cold, mean, cruel, violent, heartless—it won’t matter who or what he is. Fate decides, and that’s that. Females get on their hands and knees and beg for it. If you somehow manage to resist the urge, the male descends into rut and makes you. My stomach roils. The tea sloshes. I push up from the table and trudge down the hall like a zombie. I need a shower. Ice cold. Maybe I’m lucky, and I just caught some human flu. I’ve never heard of it happening, but that doesn’t mean

I say, unwilling to admit the truth, that I was jealous, because no one expected a man with a reputation as he did to be faithful. “Then I won’t go to her when in need, but you know what that means?” He asked, his eyes trailing down my body. “What?” I dare question. “It means I would have you anytime I feel the need, and I am not easily satisfied, nor am I gentle. Can you take that, Riley?” he asked, staring intently at me. I reddened instantly, my thoughts travelling to the book ‘Barbara’s Fantasies’. I had read stories of the men who were 'rough', and I felt a certain rush when reading those steamy passages.

The whole time he was stood in front of me I had my legs tightly crossed at the knees and my arms folded over my chest in some ridiculous attempt to hide my body’s reaction to him. I have spent years daydreaming and fantasising about the day I found my mate. I didn’t really think it would ever happen, the only men I ever see are Mr Fulch, who is happily mated, Luca, let’s just say I’m not his type and he has a colourful reputation amongst some of the unmated men in the pack, and Zaine’s other Beta, George. George is a dick.

"That's usually the case with my bedmates. That's why I often limit my interactions with women." And most women nowadays are into body art, like my skin. The images are considered proof of a man's masculinity apart from the dick business. "You fucked Rena so many times," Matthew complained. There was jealousy in his tone that wanted Rena so badly. Who wouldn't be addicted to Rena? She's an exception. I would even preserve Rena's body if I had to take her life. Rena is the best of all my women. "She doesn't love me, you know? She has a high libido. Hypersex." I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel Matthew handed me. Come to think of it, "Rena got me trapped into her world."

And to his left, a male I could not see because Meg was already snogging his face off. "Hussy!" I groaned; she flipped me off with a grin. Sighing, I turned my attention to the only option I had- Dark and dangerous. As the night went on and the drinks flowed, I decided dark and dangerous wasn't so dangerous.. more dreadfully dull, but still, from what I could see from the way his muscles bulged under his tight top, I had a feeling he might still be of some use to me. The memories of my ex-husband that kept invading my head after hearing Alec's voice had left me insanely horny and determined to wash the filthy images of us away with a new sort of filth that only D&D here could offer.

the man on screen snarled. A broken moan escaped my lips. I added a third finger, stretching myself open, imagining the burn and the fullness. My thumb worked my clit in tight, frantic circles. “Just like that…” I whispered into the empty room, lost in the fantasy. In my head, it wasn’t strangers anymore. It was *them*. Marcus, so authoritative and controlled, bending Jake over. Jake, my athletic stepbrother with his cocky smirk and toned body, taking every inch like a good boy. I had always wanted to watch men fuck each other—the raw power, the grunting, the sweat, the way they claimed and surrendered without shame. It was so twisted, so wrong, but it made me drip like nothing else.

“I don't just want to fuck a male teacher. I want to fuck a Lit teacher. I want to fuck Me Samuel Lee Cartwright. He's got brains, a hot bubble butt, long legs that look so nice in pants, and even if he thinks I haven't figured him out, I know he's bisexual and has masturbated at least ten times to a photo of me since our meeting three days ago.” Damn right, I had. And I had at least twenty wet dreams of him as well and I know it looks creepy to be wishing such lustful fantasies with someone younger...but I digress. “Do you want me to lose my father's job?” I inhaled, drawing my legs close together and patting subtle sweaty palms down on my hardened length. Someone had to talk sense into thi

"Fuck man, read the article, and you will see why all these men are so excited. You can’t break everyone’s jaw." "Do you mind if I read it?" My words slightly tremble as I mumble to him, "By all means, do, I don’t know what they all so worked up about." Tyler begins to read the article out loud. "She grinds her pelvis hard into my waist. I take her nipple in my mouth" I can see Tyler start going a bit red in his face. "I trail further until my fingers slip through her smooth lips. "She takes me in her palm and rub my entire pussy"

“Don’t test me, Annalise, you may be my mate but that doesn’t mean that I need to care about you and the only reason you are still alive is that my father insisted that we have a pup together... And you can’t even do that… You will accept the renouncement and then accept your new Luna or I will chain you in the safe room. I intend to discuss this pup thing again with Doc Amity… If you want, I can make your life even worse…” He then opens the door, walks out and then slams it behind him. I curl up in the middle of the bed and cry; I cry a little harder when I hear the sounds of Randall having sex in the room next door and Charmine’s screams and moans of pleasure, not of the pain he just made

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.