Percy Jackson Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was more terrified about the fact that the guy I saw staring at me at the Mafia Association Ball, who Liam told me was the new leader of the Italian Mafia, aka the guy that I’ve had a crush on for the past 5 years was one of my best friend’s brothers aka the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. Why was my life so fucking hard? Like what did I do to deserve this? You’d think I was living in one of those Mafia x Reader books, but I do not want to end up being the goddamn Y/N who swoons when the guy so much as breathes and acts fucking helpless the whole fucking book. So, with that thought in my head I made a new promise to myself. I would not fall for Stephan Ferrari; I would hate

SINNER LEAH I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy. Satan has definitely won this round. Again.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

“I want to hear how nasty you really are for me.” “Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he ground harder against me. “I want you and Sebastian and Hudson to take turns with me. I want all three of you to stretch my holes at the same time. I finger my ass thinking about your cocks filling me up everywhere, pumping me full of cum until it leaks out of me for days. I am such a dirty girl, Mateo. I get guilty every single time Dad calls me princess because I am thinking about his best friends turning me into their personal cumslut.”

We moved together in a rhythm that felt almost dream like deep rolls of his hips, my legs wrapped around his waist, hands entwined above my head. The bond opened wide between us. Flashes of his visions bled into me: Thornwood burning, my own emerald eyes glowing as I stood over the Alphas’ bodies, the Head Priest smiling like a father while the Entity consumed everything. I cried out, not just from pleasure but from the horror.

Richard stirring. Jake froze, eyes feral, then shoved back with a curse. Adjusted his raging hard-on—outline obscene, wet spot at the tip. "This ain't over, Delilah. Keep those legs closed." Stalked out, door slamming. I sagged against the counter, legs jelly. Nipple ached deliciously, pussy a sopping ruin—yoga pants soaked front to back, clinging translucent to my lips. Tasted salt on my lip where I'd bitten it. Fuck him. Or rather, fuck me thinking of him.

Sera screamed in delight, jumping up to hug her friend. “Hey! Wait for me to drop the food! You’ll make me spill it!” “Oh shut it! Can’t you see i missed you too much?” Grace narrowed her eyes in disbelief. “I doubt you missed me that much.... but I don’t blame you... I wouldn’t miss you either if I had that sexy hunk of muscle in my bed.” Sera gasped dramatically. “Gracie!! You have such a dirty mind!” Grace howled with laughter. “Says the girl waking up in a man’s bed.”

He growls low in my ear then suddenly spins me to face him again, lifts me off the ground and slams me down on his cock in one hard, desperate slam. I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on as he fucks up into me with wild, punishing rhythm. His face is buried in my neck, breath hot and broken. “Gonna fill you up,” he grits, voice wrecked. “Want you dripping with me. Want you ruined.” My breath catches… God, I want it too. The wicked fantasy. The risk. All of it. But then he slows just a fraction, his grip tightening as if he’s fighting himself.

“Everyone is planning for your downfall. Keep up the disinterested act when everything goes downhill.” “What do you want?” He asked “And you didn’t come up here to just tell me that thinking I will be scared. People do my job for me, of course people will talk, and I am alpha, everyone who is smart will want me down, and if you want to be an ally then you are just as stupid as they say every white wolf is.” She nodded “You are so dumb, and this is why Vivian cheats on you.” He didn’t say a word or move but she could smell the hurt, a pride was bleeding, and it wasn’t hers.