Semua Bab Dirty Little Secrets(Erotic Short Stories): Bab 91 - Bab 100

The air hung thick with tension, broken only by the rhythmic splash of water as Hinata, Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke stood,naked, in the hot bath . The confession had been a bomb, shattering the fragile web of lies they had woven. But instead of accusations and recriminations, an unsettling calm had descended. It was Hinata, of all people, who broke the silence.Her cheeks flushed crimson, she stammered, "M-maybe... maybe we could... all of us..." Her eyes darted between the three of them, a mix of trepidation and a surprising, nascent desire. "An... orgy?"Naruto's jaw dropped. Sakura's eyes widened. Sasuke merely raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. But Hinata's uncharacteristic boldness had planted a seed, a dangerous, exhilarating idea that none of them could quite dismiss.A hesitant agreement was reached, unspoken but understood. The hot springs, a hidden sanctuary, became their arena for exploration, for transgression.Sakura, always the most direct, was th

Y/N moved her face few inches to Gojo face as much as his barrier will let her. “I bet I can make you cum in 15 minutes”a cocky smile on his face. She rolled her eyes. “I’ll make you cum in 10”.He let out a chuckle into the nights air. The neon-slicked streets of Tokyo faded into a blur as they ducked into the love hotel. The B-grade curse felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the simmering heat between them. Gojo’s Infinity technique hummed subtly, cocooning the room in a private bubble, amplifying the electricity that crackled between them. Y/N wasted no time. She slammed Gojo against the door, the force of the impact making him grunt softly. This wasn't a gentle prelude; it was a declaration. Her hands, usually so precise with cursed energy, were now frantic as they clawed at his jacket, desperate to feel the hard muscles beneath. She yanked off his blindfold, the sudden reveal of those infinite blue eyes sending a jolt through her. They were pools of raw hunger,

Kim Namjoon, RM of BTS, hated publicity stunts. Even more, he hated feigned rivalries. But the entertainment industry thrived on manufactured drama, and the "BTS vs. Blackpink" narrative had been a marketing goldmine for years. He respected Blackpink immensely, particularly Jisoo. But their forced animosity at public events always left a sour taste in his mouth.Tonight, however, the sourness was rapidly turning into something else entirely. He was leaving the hotel to meet up with his flight. His usual entourage had already left. He stepped into the elevator, relieved to be heading back to the quiet of his hotel room.The doors were just sliding shut when a hand shot through, forcing them open. Standing there, looking annoyed and impossibly beautiful, was Jisoo. He groaned inwardly. Of all the people…"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "If it isn't the great RM. leaving, I see? Try to come up with lyrics that don't sound like they were written by a

Jinx straddled Ekko on the cold, damp rooftop, her breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts after their frantic chase through the undercity. Her gun pressed firmly against his chest, the metal cool against his skin, but all he could focus on was the way her thighs gripped his hips. She was a wild mess ,blue hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead, eyes wide with that mix of chaos and something deeper. His chest heaved under her, rising and falling in sync with hers, the adrenaline from the fight still buzzing between them.“What the hell was this? “Ekko thought feeling her weight shift just right, her core pressing directly against his zipper. He was hard as steel, and there was no hiding it now. The fight had been brutal punches thrown, gadgets sparkingbut in the heat of it, something had flipped. Maybe it was the way she'd dodged his chrono-grenade with that insane agility, or how her laughter echoed like a taunt during the brawl. Now, with her gun digging in, he should've been t

Andrea, at 24, had turned her little brother's birthday parties into a masterclass of deception and desire. Every year, the house buzzed with energy,streamers dangling from the ceiling, kids darting around with sugar fueled chaos, and parents chatting over punch bowls. But beneath the facade, it was all for her. Specifically, for the clown. It began four years ago, a sweltering summer afternoon when she slipped away from the noise to her room. There he was, the enigmatic performer with his garish makeup and oversized shoes, but his pants were down, his enormous cock in hand, stroking it with slow, deliberate motions. It was massive, thick as her wrist, the head glistening with excitement. She should have screamed or run, but instead, she was drawn in, her body betraying her with a rush of heat. They ended up on her bed, clothes half-torn, him thrusting into her with raw power, stretching her in ways that left her breathless. From that day, it became their ritual,every birthday, a clan