Shameless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

It would be weird if they could smell my arousal. "I can’t," he whispered. "I can’t stop staring at you." What? If Shameless was a person, it would definitely be King Ace. How could he say that in front of his parents? I clenched my teeth in anger. My panties were already soaked. How much longer was he trying to make me suffer? "Please," I emitted through clenched teeth. "Stop staring at me." "Don’t be shy, child," his father chimed in. "You are mates. You are free to do whatever you want. Just pretend we are not here."

Shameless. I paused, pressing my ear against her door—maybe I shouldn’t have, but curiosity burned hotter than shame. The door creaked open slightly as I leaned forward. The moaning grew louder. Not in the room. The bathroom. I stepped in. My hand pushed the bathroom door open— And my heart stopped. My jaw hung open. “What the f—”

I stay quiet, not sure what is so funny, but also not wanting to incur his wrath if that is where this is going. “Why settle for a show?” Cain raises an eyebrow at the angel, and I know where this is going. I bite my lip, nervous and unsure. Will Shamshiel take him up on it? What does this mean for us? I push the intrusive thoughts aside and try to focus as Shamshiel pushes off from the wall, closes the door and slowly walks toward me; his eyes burning with desire. My stomach drops as Shamshiel stops in front of me and undoes his pants, his length now dangling above me. His eyes hold a promise, of what I don’t know but I find my golden ovaries and take him in my mouth, kneeling up to do so.

Guilt flickered across her features, quickly masked. I scoffed softly. Foolish girl. Fernando didn’t even look at her. That made him more dangerous. When Liam fell again, harder this time, bruising his head, I felt heat crawl up my neck. Not just anger. Shame. Valenti-moon was watching. Other packs were watching. And Fernando was turning our Alpha into a spectacle. A clown at a circus show. But as much as I despised it… I couldn’t deny the truth forming in my mind.

A smile spread on her face as she leaned forward, resting her head on his chest. When I see his hands move to cup her face before dropping kisses on her skin, pure jealousy courses through my veins, and I hate her for being happy with him. Concealing my true feelings, I dramatically rolled my eyes at them before turning away. "My eyes, my poor innocent eyes," I say and feign being one of those friends who doesn't date and is affected by a tender romantic scene. "Innocent, my ass," Shauna retorted, forcing me to fake a laugh.

It was like I was back in that bedroom, back in the heat, lost in the memory. "Did you enjoy the shame, child?" the Shaman asked. His voice was lower now, almost a whisper, creeping through the darkness. "Did you like being used like a common girl?" "Yes," I gasped. My hand was moving faster now. I was rubbing myself through the confession, my body acting on its own. "I loved it. I loved the way he looked at me. I loved the way he didn't care if I was tired. He just kept slamming into me, over and over, until I was seeing stars. I was making these loud, 'Mmm-nnn-gh! Yes! Right there! Ohhh!'"

His whole face was full of pain, he screamed with great concentration. Shane was made to feel nauseous by Liam, who kicked him gently. “I'm not going. I don't want to go to Burntisland, boss, you beat me to death. It's my luck that I can die in your hands." Liam hugged Shane's thighs and refused to let go, his body swaying with Shane's kicking movements. Liam was like a worm clinging to Shane's body. Shane's face turned black. He was annoyed by Liam's thick-faced actions and laughed.

“ I only stopped by to say Hi, I saw you at the reception and I thought you might want someone to hang out with later? My room is next to yours, please feel free to stop by anytime.” Shameless, it took only one person to define shameless. It was Caryn. She winked a few times at him and bit her lips. He never said a word, she just stared and for some reason, if he hadn't spoken to her at first, she would have thought he was dumb and couldn't speak. But she didn't see this coming. He slammed the door on her face. That was what she would get for going about, selling her body to men she had never met before.

Two weeks later. Preparing for work so late has never happened to me until today. I didn’t know when my alarm went off because of the dream I got lost in. It’s been over two weeks, yet the memories of what occurred at that sex club still torment me. Even in my dreams. Especially Shark. The huge, hot man who’s old enough to be my father. After I ran away from the club, I came straight home with a wet, quivering pussy. I couldn’t stop the throb, despite reading my favorite romance book again. I had to drop the book and focus on continuing to research my promotional project, Phoenix, but that seemed to be a bad decision.