Romans & histoires Ariana Grande Smut

He buried his nose in her pubic hair and inhaled deeply. “Fuck… Aunty, you smell so good…” He dragged his tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit to her clit, tasting her tangy juices. “Ahhh!” Meera cried out, hips bucking. Aryan devoured her. He licked and sucked her fat pussy lips, tongue plunging inside her wet hole, slurping noisily. He sucked her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly. “Ohhh… fuck… Aryan… ahhh!” Meera moaned loudly, her usual composure shattering. Her hands gripped his hair as she ground her dripping cunt against his face. Juices coated his chin and cheeks.

Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room. For the first time in a long time, she actually noticed her own reflection. Her face... The scar was still there. That flaw. The ugliness that was always used as an excuse to insult him. "I'm innocent, Nathan! Why is everyone treating me like disgusting trash?" Ariana's voice was soft, almost drowned out by her own sobs. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching her reflection with trembling fingers. "My face is disgusting... no wonder they're disgusted with me.”

All the makeup made her uncomfortable no matter how thin the layer was. "We are done ma'am," the head among them spoke and she looked up to her. "How old do you think I am?" Ariel asked but she didn't reply. "I'm 25, get that into your head next time you call me ma'am. Just leave," she got up and went on the bed. They bowed and left then she followed then after few minutes. She was so hungry making her angry with everyone. Damian was already on the table but was scrolling through his phone instead of having breakfast.

She smells amazing. Carla's scent engulfs me and sends me into a heady trance. "I want to eat you like you've never been eaten before." She moans. "Do you want that?" I ask. "Yes," she confesses, voice low. "Fuck me with your mouth, Liam." She likes dirty talk. Slowly, I rise to my full height, take her hand in mine, and lay her on the bed. In a few smooth, short movements, I strip to nothing.

She then turned my back to step outside the curtain. “Siba, you’re here. We got you a fresh one. But I think she needs a lot of detoxing before we could sell her.” A man’s voice boomed laughing at his own words. “If you’ve seen her opponent, she was ruthless. She bit through her neck cutting a vital vein! Blood spurted everywhere!” I covered my ears and shut my eyes to escape their conversations. I hummed a song in my head to silence the man’s obnoxious laughter.

I slowly rock my hips as I ride his head still holding his hair. He then sucks and bites my clitoris making me gasp in pleasure as another orgasm break through me. Spurts of juices gush down his throat making him groan. Sated, I let go of his head as I stand beside him, my feet wobbling as I straightened my skirt. “Now, now that was a great performance and all but…” I snatched the wrench on the floor and strike his balls and cock in one go. It easily smashes into a puddle of skin and blood combined on the floor. “…it’s all over now." •••

||RECOMMENDED SONG: " Pov " By Ariana Grande || Damien's features softened more than before. But he shot a questioning glare to Viona whose face was full of horrors. He didn't quite understand why did she look horrified rather than being happy. Shouldn't she be happy since they were going to become one big family? Brian understood that in where her fear laid. Ariana opened her mouth, made a long respective bow to Viona and apologised sincerely,

Arianne and Mark brought Smore to the bathroom while laughing together. After they were done with the torture of showering Smore, Arianne laid on the bed on her knees and elbows to work on her sketch again. Her nightgown revealed her slender legs, and Mark gulped when he saw her. She did not know how seductive her posture was… Mark did not dare to entertain his wild imaginations since Smore was still wide awake. He patiently coaxed Smore to bed. “You’re all showered now, so be a good boy and go to sleep now.”

Inside the Scandal Shaking Stone Global. His thumb hovered over the image. The picture was of him - holding Aria, gently, maybe protectively - but the photo had been doctored. Aria’s outfit was no longer the elegant dress she’d worn that night of the exhibition. It had been manipulated into something obscene: fishnet tights, sky-high heels, a black leather bikini top, glitter on her arms, and dollar bills edited crudely into the background. She looked like a club performer - vulnerable, sexualized, and exploited.

RATED SCENES AHEAD SO PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR COMFORTABLE WITH SMUTS, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU. Aria's POV. "Hmm." I moaned as I rubbed Don Luciano's hot semen from my chest to all over my nipples properly, fondling and stroking them as he watched me with a lustful gaze. His dick hardened at the sight of me touching myself as I completely took off my top, which was almost soiled with cum.