Bakugou X Reader Smut Novels & Stories

《 Aurora's pov 》 Xavier was breathing heavily, my eyes glued on the rise and fall of his chest. I could almost see the pounded of his heart like this. Something stirred in my being, something like a burning passion to be claimed. I want him to claim me. Xavier must've noticed my stare, his canines jutting out as he growls. "I want you to lick up every last drop of my semen on my stomach." His order had my insides twisting so deliciously that the tingling in my pussy roared back to life. I nodded, finding myself excited to taste him. My tongue slowly licks my bottom lip as if already tasting him.

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

⚠️❗️ Content Warning ❗️⚠️ This book contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes strong language, explicit sexual content, and scenes of intense passion. It also depicts violence, emotional manipulation, and other adult situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only. ---------- "Mmmm..." Summer moaned softly, her body arching in pleasure as Alexander's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in her. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh.

One hand gripped my ass possessively while the other tangled in my long dark hair. “Hard,” I gasped, biting his bottom lip. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you own me. I want to forget that cheating bastard completely.” Alex’s eyes darkened with lust. “Good girl.” He spun me around roughly, bending me over the back of his couch. My tight black dress was shoved up to my waist in seconds. He ripped my soaked lace panties down my legs, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy and making me moan. Without warning, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

She waved her hand. “That’s what I want.” I shrugged. “It’s impossible.” “Everything is possible, Marguerite,” I drawled on her name, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. “You just have to find your way around it. Besides, I’m intrigued by a woman who lies about her name, yet fucks a total stranger that same night.” I crossed my arms. Her face reddened. “A kiss and tell Mister, I see. I overestimated you.” She clicked her tongue, and shot me a defiant look. “Choose something else.”