Among Us Smut Novels & Stories

Asmo broke into laughter, "I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings or bruise your ego? You see, when you tell me not to use phones or connect to the internet, I end up needing entertainment. I turn to name-calling, non-stop teasing, and telling people around me the harsh truth I mostly politely keep to myself. Let's begin with you..." Before he could finish, Lucifer threw his phone back to him and turned to walk away. Asmo knew Lucifer was way too proud to engage in banter with him. Asmo knew how to push Lucifer's buttons, and yeah, he wasn't going to stop calling Lucifer "Lucif." They were on a holiday as brothers, not as strict business friends who couldn't tease each other. If he couldn't jok

I faked a smile and looked at the eagerly waiting pack members I did not know when the next word escaped my mouth. “Tomorrow.” And they all cheered happily and they *Yayyed*. They drank a few toasts and also offered me some which I gladly took. Not like I had a choice. I looked around searching for my stupid Beta and guess what, he was nowhere to be found. He must have run off when we came back. “Blake, you are so dead,” I said through the mind link. I heard a chuckle. “Did you just chuckle?” I asked as I smiled towards a little boy who was tugging at my leg to carry him.

I came clenching around him violently, crying out his name again and again as waves of ecstasy rolled through me, mixed with stupid tears because I knew this would probably destroy me. He didn’t stop, pounding through my orgasm, his balls slapping against me. “Good girl… come all over my cock. Milk me with that tight pussy. Fuck, you feel incredible. So perfect and wet for me.” With a deep, guttural groan he finally buried himself to the hilt and came hard, spilling deep inside me while murmuring filthy sweet things against my neck. “Take all my cum, baby… you’re mine, Nyra. Fucking mine.”

I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design… And it exploded. The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU. With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life. Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.

It's only been a week. "I'll see you." He waves before retreating. Hiro waves back and waits for him to be gone before deciding to climb up. He hasn't made his first step yet when another guy blocks his line of vision, with the same energy the stranger from a while ago—the one following him—was emitting. But he knows who this guy is. It's Jun Masamoto. Tall, and handsome, with masculine features and textbook brown eyes that turns gold every time he doesn't get what he wants. He's a werewolf.

"Have you been working out? You smell like—" "Like sweat? Yeah, Damon, that's what happens during intensive healing training." I forced a laugh that sounded too high even to my own ears. "Marcus has been running me through drills all morning, the kind that require actual physical exertion, not that you'd know anything about hard work." The jab landed, his jaw tightening, but he didn't rise to the bait. "That's not what I meant, you smell like..." He stepped closer, and I fought the urge to back away. "You smell like someone else, like..”

His body was dirty, lots of dirt stuck to it and some parts of his feet were bleeding. “Subhanallah, all the pockets here are small. Larger sizes are brought to the west of the Gebang river. " A SAR team member who is still busy sorting out panic bags. Everyone looked at each other. People in the kitchen and at the camp gathered to add to the tense atmosphere. "Qomar, are they a woman and two men?" Syamsa asked, hugging Qomar's muddy body. She didn't even care about the condition of his clothes getting muddy.

They would have each other back. “I’m good now.” He placed Eagle on the floor. “You were shanked in Deer Village infirmary.” They went quiet momentarily. Hisoka sat down heavily, pulling Eagle and Smiley together with him. “Amino is dead?” “Amino?” Sly could not place the name. “He is the younger brother of Amru,” Hisoka said. “Our little one forcefully entered the novel created by Wan; the wingsman clan member to avenge herself.” Sly folded his arms. “Ah, the one who is crazy over our little one.” He affirmed it.

*Nabi and Yumeko logged out of ‘do not be among us’ group chat* Tamara: Shit, those sluts already started kissing. Tamara: Hi, cat, it's just you and me left. I know you wouldn’t dump me. How about you grab one of Professor Matteo’s balls, and I grab the other one? Sound fun? *You logged out of ‘do not be among us’ group chat* “Okay… so where do I go from here?” I say to myself, I can’t exactly just walk in there and grab his pe pe. This was a fucking terrible idea from the very beginning.