Male Reader Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"The only person who wanted me as his sex slave is the High priest!! What do you think that special gift means for some of us who turn 21, huh you don't know do you!!.....They force us to have sex with them and then tell us that now we are finally a real woman or man!.....it's disgusting Mark and wrong, it's rape!!! That's why i run and they man I'm with keeps me save and love me for who i am and i love him for who he is so don't talk bad about my man Mark because you are not half a man he is!! Now leave me alone!!" I cut the call falling down in the sand sobbing about the loss of my old friend!. Suddenly i feel a pair of strong arms picking me up bridal style and walking me back to the hous

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

I have been given another maid to attend to me and this one was so nice and caring, far more cool compared to that arrogant horny maid that can't even keep her hands to herself. My room door suddenly opened and I looked over in anticipation but suddenly held my breath when a new gorgeous male came in. He was very handsome and well-sculptured, he was ripped like the others, and with every movement, he made his muscles flex and twitch. He was only in boxer and there was a grin plastered on his handsome face that was like a promise to evil. He is tempting in that way and... "Pretty girl" his deep and trancing voice filled the room and I felt my body get excited as if it was ready for him. 'Why

My mouth goes dry as Damien slams Malleus against the wall and spins him to slam into the younger half Lycan’s ass as he shifts into full Lycan form and my mate’s huge member grows even larger and dangerous looking and his eyes glow. Draknar shows true excitement in his cheers and I realize this is something he has been hoping for. Malleus seems to fight against Damien and he could overpower him if he wished to. Both are enormous men, but Malleus has even more bulk and power behind him. But it seems to be part of the game Lycans play when they fuck. I nearly cum watching Damien pound into Mal and the way Mal arches his back and roars as he moans. It is like nothing I have seen before.

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

I unbutton one of the buttons on my collar, my bowtie already undone. Lennox looks at me as if I've traveled to Mars and built a colony all on my own. "Cool?" he repeats, casting another appreciative glance over me, which sets my body on fire. "You look good in a tux, wolf scout." "Better than you," I retort, even though he's only wearing a black button-down, neatly tucked into perfectly fitting black pants. Lennox rolls his eyes, chuckling briefly. "You and your fan fiction." Shaking my head, a surge of seriousness hits me. "I prefer my reality."

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

Or was he sharper, darker, more unpredictable? The more Leo described his cousin’s reckless adventures, the more my body responded. My nipples tightened beneath my silk robe. My married pussy grew slick with fresh arousal at the mere thought of new hands on me. *Stop it. You let twelve men ruin you on this very bed. You’re already balancing Adrian and Damien while Leo circles closer to the truth. Adding his cousin would be suicide.* Yet the fantasy refused to die. I pictured a stranger’s cock stretching me in the same bed where Leo slept.

I was pretty sure that someone, in fact, many boys would have jerked off thinking about Wyatt's strong jaw or Bryce's thick arms pinning them down, including me and I wouldn't be the last. But damn, mine might be different because I wrote a whole book about them, Pages on them tag-teaming me and some threesome shit that was raw and real in my words. Still, maybe it's not the wildest thing they've read about themselves. They must have gotten some creepier mails…right? My writing's rough anyway and I'm sure that it has a lot of typos and simple sentences even though it was hot in my head. Wyatt might laugh when he sees it mocking me… saying this is what I think of him? Him whipping my ass red?