Seventeen Fanfic Novels & Stories

Then I pulled him against my chest and held him there, one hand spanning the back of his neck, the other resting low on his spine. “I know,” I said against his hair. “That’s why we’re doing it properly.” We stayed like that while the morning light slowly filled the room. The notebook sat on the nightstand, full of everything we had both admitted while Ren was still soft enough to be completely honest — including how much he loved being forced open around me and how much further he wanted to go. Later, Adrian would turn those pages into a contract. But damn, my boy's words are such a turn on. He likes getting fucked while sore? And even wants something bigger up his ass...I bet my fist is on

Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).

“And won’t be visiting anytime soon. Until she's done with school.” “And when might that be?” His father had attacked. “She's in her third year studying ICT. So, in two years.” “Be very careful, Sev.” Angel's worries reflected his father’s. Both were very skeptical about the entire relationship but they knew enough to never interfere when someone is in love. “Like you said in one of your F******k posts: ‘we have no idea what the future holds,’ and that's all I can say. What do I know about adult stuff anyways?” Hearing Angel say those words made Seven's lips curve into a smile.

Camille said, “I see. But you look older than eighteen.” Jess grinned. “I know, I get that a lot.” She turned her attention back to me and Aiden. “So, anyway, it’s nice to see you two being lovey-dovey tonight.” She frowned suddenly. “Haru, why are you so far away from Aiden? Move closer.” I rolled my eyes. I knew she was using me and Aiden to satisfy her Yaoi craving, since there hadn’t been a single lovey-dovey gay couple coming into the restaurant to entertain and please her tonight.

Flashback They were seventeen and dramatic. That particular brand of dramatic that only came from a year of being hopelessly in love and absolutely sure it would last forever. That kind of love that made your chest hurt when you saw their name light up your phone. That kind of love that made everything else feel like filler. So when Aria and Damien had their first fight, it wasn’t about anything important. It was about yogurt. Specifically, Damien’s complete inability to remember that Aria hated peach-flavored anything and still brought her one after practice.

A real, full laugh that rushed up from somewhere deep. Noah glanced at me, eyes warm. I threw my arms up into the air, head tilted back as the sky unfolded above us. Stars blinking down like they’d waited for us to notice them. “I feel like I’m seventeen again,” I said, my voice catching in the wind. Noah chuckled. “I was pretty reckless at seventeen.” I shot him a grin. “Yeah? What changed?” His hand slid from the gearshift to rest on my thigh, just for a second. “Nothing important.”

It’s been almost a month since she was gone. I was seventeen and I was scared to talk to him so I tried my best to avoid him. I ended up spying on him from my room and I can’t really stop myself from checking him out. He had a great body and I’ve seen him naked on the first week he moved in. I was infatuated and I thought I was in love. He was he was five years older than me. I looked forward on seeing him but he covered up the hole on the wall so I ended up watching him through the windows or the door when he gets home or leave his apartment.

I have several fantasies, which I use regularly during masturbation. This first story is one of my favourites, which I hope you will enjoy. I am 17 years old (probably because this was my age when I first imagined this fantasy) and as usual feeling hot and horny. I am desperate for some naughty fun, and want to do something naughty and different.

The burn blends with pleasure, my body craving more. He pushes his cock in, inch by inch, and I moan around Kaelen, overwhelmed, Zane’s thrusts rocking me forward, Ardyn’s filling me back, Kaelen’s cock hitting my throat. Fuck, I’m their center, their everything. My fangirl soul’s screaming, this is better than any fanfic, and it’s mine. “More,” I gasp, pulling off Kaelen briefly. “Everything...don’t hold back.”

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~