Psych Fanfic Novels & Stories

Chapter 18 - Dear diary, I've sinned against my sweethearts. Shawn's POV Dear diary, Last night, I cheated on my sweethearts and I'm going to do it again. I fucked a woman who has been trying to get my attention for 6 years just because I saw my little sweetheart with another man. I gave a fuck of rage and it was intense, because Susan screamed and came until she passed out with her pussy clenching my dick. That was when I pulled her off and let her sleep.

But mostly… curious. What would those fingers feel like on me? What would it be like to be the girl he’s touching? I shake the thought away. He’s Lucas Black. The guy who’s slept with half the cheer squad. I’m just the nerdy good girl assigned to keep him eligible for basketball. Nothing more. But that night, when I’m alone in bed, my hand slips between my legs as I replay what I saw. And for the first time, the fantasy has a face. Grey eyes.

‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn. ‎Lila Quinn. ‎I threw my head back and laughed.... a deep, maniacal sound that echoed through the empty penthouse. Oh, this was too perfect. ‎ ‎“So my younger stepsister’s fiancé was the one writhing and moaning under me last night,” I muttered, still chuckling. “Her husband-to-be… taking every inch like he was made for it.” ‎

Then… "Everyone thinks that you and Ethan are dating." I froze. "...What?" "There's like a bunch of pictures of you two at the rink, and of him picking you up, and apparently that makes us the secret college romance reunion arc." I sat very still. "...We're being written by morons," I said slowly. "Basically." My stomach plummeted. "Send me screenshots." "Already sent." I hung up and opened my phone. And instantly regretted that I knew how to read. There were edits, clips, and fan accounts with headlines.

And whenever any woman visited him, he would always chase them away or let them wait for hours and hours, the woman would return after seeing Jo return. Even when someone tried touching him even to the slightest, he either dodged or gave them a scary smile. There was a time when he nearly got agitated when a woman brushed her finger through his face. A person, who becomes paranoid when someone touches them always stays in a calm tone and ignore all the woman, was embracing a woman right now. Damian lifted her from the ground, in his arms and walked to the couch, softly put her down, and stared at her affectionately for nearly thirty seconds.

I tell him and he laughs loudly, shaking his head again as though he doesn't believe me. "Wait, seriously? This isn't a story?" He looks between me and Jenny for confirmation, and while she seems to be in shock, sitting silently for the first time since I've known her, I nod at him. "Well fuck me sideways, what an unexpected twist. So how do you want to play it? I'm still opting for the open relationship thing, it'll make the fans think they still have a chance or… now hear me out… you could say you're with both of them. That opens you up to the male fans too?" "Fred, no, just tell them they've got the wrong girl." I snap, pulling Jenny into my side.

“Although I wouldn't say I cheated because you never agreed to date me.” “I have been chatting with a lady on a platform named Fantastic. I only became her fan because you pushed me away, and I was sad and angry. I needed comfort. I asked her to do things that I am not proud of like stripping, meeting me in a hotel and revealing her face for me for cash.”

I was broken beyond repair and it might probably be the reason why my boyfriends cheated on me. They couldn’t handle me and my dark fantasies. “Are you willing to let me fuck you brutally or you will scamper away like a scaredy cat?” Chion tilted his head, narrowing his eyes on me. It was a taunting dare. Fuck him! I wasn’t backing out, after all, we were both broken with dark fantasies that should be casted to hell. “Why should I run? And what if I say I want to be fucked? Brutally?” I asked and his brows creased for a second.

He's my father's best friend, protector turned temptation, and I yearn to role-play this out—me as the innocent girl he corrupts, him as the ruthless master binding me with silk ties from his drawer, fucking me slow at first, then brutal, until I'm sobbing his name. "Maybe," I murmur, unable to hide the tremor in my voice. The fantasy in my mind shifts: him clearing the table now, in real time, bending me over and whispering, "Admit it, Tiana. You want me to fuck you like I did her—rough, no holding back." I'd gasp, "Yes, Fabio, please. Make me yours. Tie my hands behind my back and fuck my pussy until I can't walk." His gaze darkens, as if reading my thoughts. "Tiana, if there's something y

I ask her, while positioning myself between her legs. "I never cheated on Frank, except with Harry. I never had sex with a woman, although it sounds intriguing, I used to masturbate a lot, before Harry and I got together, but I don't now. My wildest fantasy is to be fucked by a well-hung black guy. And I think a threesome with Nicole would be a sick, perverted thing to do." She says, surprising me only with the fantasy. My thoughts turn immediately to Carl, Carolyn's husband and his huge, black cock.