White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm going to demand half of your property in exchange for all the hard work I'm putting in uniting you with Claire, MacIntyre! You cause mess after mess and I have to clean up after you. Who do you think I am— Your personal janitor! I can't even curse you knowing you already have many problems in your life." Cole gritted his teeth as he typed comment after comment, replying in existing discussions, thus starting new conversations. He was flabbergasted seeing Hunter's Fandom. It really seemed like his friend ran a secret IT Cell to act as his fans and defend him online. The craze for him was crazy, and the fact that Hunter was chasing after his wife was fueling everyone's curiosity. They wer

“I don't see any tattoos.” I chuckled, “I could take my shirt off so you can see them.” “No,” he blurted, turning all shades of pink while he averted his gaze. I stopped midway on my buttons, staring at him through my tendrils. “You know,” I said, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees, “I used to think white-collar guys were all boring as hell. But you—you're a special kind of uptight. Like, if you clenched your ass any harder, I think time would reverse.”

* I read the opening paragraph with mounting horror: *"Sources close to VM Group reveal that secretary Claire White, recently hired despite minimal qualifications, has been conducting inappropriate relationships with both Alpha Theodore Valmont and his son Adrian. Insiders suggest White used her feminine wiles to secure her position after being publicly rejected by the younger Valmont, then set her sights on the more powerful father..." The article continued with increasingly salacious speculation about my character, my motivations, and the nature of my relationships with both men. The comments section was a cesspool of judgment and crude assumptions about my personal life. "Oh goddess," I w

Her imagination had been so wild it often shocked her, and the worse part, she had begun to write it all down. Many times, she would dream about them together not just having sex, but of them being a couple. Fantasies of them getting married and having kids together. But most of all, it was the sexual fantasies. She wrote down every detail in her imaginations, and not even Chloe, her best friend since middle school, knew about this side of her. It was Elias's crazy, dirty little secret. And by now, Elias had a large jotter which was almost filled with her fantasies of Kaelen, and she was looking to get a new book very soon because she was very sure her mind was gonna think up even more dirty

My name in your mouth sounds so naughty, little Skylar—He whispered in my ear. It makes me want to fuck you so hard; those firm thighs would be so sore and bruised that when you walked into my office and said my name again, you’d remember that entails. And that thought would make you blush, and I’d see the innocent Skylar again, the one I imagine sucking my cock, serving me, fulfilling my every whim because that’s what a good secretary does, right? "I didn't mean for it to sound like that, Mr. Jenkin," I whispered, his breath still catching in my ear.

“I’m so fucking empty… please…” I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over. In my head it wasn’t random p**n stars anymore. It was Liam’s brothers—Luca and Tyler—using me while Liam was gone. Luca’s massive hands pinning my wrists, Tyler’s thick cock forcing its way down my throat. Both of them laughing at how wet I was for them, calling me their little brother’s desperate slut. My moans grew louder, shameless. “Yes… fuck me harder… use me… I’m such a dirty little whore…”

Her small face looked so innocent under the lights, like sunlight shimmering on water. “I was distracted during work the whole day because of your cliffhanger,” Catherine said gloomily. “Me too.” Freya tsked while looking at Charity. “Lizzie, you’re too much. You earned big money quietly while keeping it from us. Do you have countless false identities? Are those rumored hackers, skilled doctors, music geniuses, and scientists all you? Charity was at a loss for words. Catherine was speechless. “Freya, what exaggerated books have you been reading lately?”

Nina wheezed. Cassie nodded, tears of mirth streaming. “I swear he has a radar for when I’m emotionally compromised.” “Girl, your life is a soap opera,” Nina said, wiping her eyes. “Hot billionaire boss, sweet graphic designer, creepy finance bro. All you need is a secret baby and we’re golden.” Cassie groaned and slid down the door until she was sitting on the cool tile, knees to chest. “Don’t tempt fate,” she muttered.

“You said YES? To the human embodiment of a stock market crash?” I buried my face in my hands. “I didn’t plan it. He offered—connections, opportunities, security. For us. And I thought of rent, tuition, groceries, all of it, and—” Maya slapped her knee dramatically. “This is literally fanfiction. Fake dating the billionaire boss? I’ve read this trope a hundred times!” “This isn’t a trope, it’s my life!” She snorted. “Same thing.” But then her humor faded, her expression turning sharp.

My eyes landed on a story about a girl who becomes a contracted sub for a mafia lord. I raised a brow. “Really? This is what you’re reading?” He didn’t even flinch. “It’s not what it sounds like.” “Oh, it sounds like fanfiction for grown women with mafia kinks,” I said, grinning as I crossed my arms. “Is this a midlife crisis thing?” He gave me a warning look, which only made me grin more. “I’m just saying… you gave me a necklace, not a collar,” I teased, as I walked back around and perched myself on the edge of his desk. “Missed opportunity, don’t you think?”