Bully Smut Novels & Stories

I asked with a frown that he actually thought this was funny when I was hurting. "Do you know that I was so scared?" I asked him as he continued to muffle his chuckle. "I..I wasn't laughing at you, bullying is wrong it's Just that you look so cute when you're angry and I couldn't help but chuckle,I think I want to see this side of you more often..but not because of bullying". The simple word made the blush creep up to my face. What is up with this dude and always saying things out of the blue that really makes my heart flutter.

“You bastard! Don’t you dare came inside!” As the words fell into his ears Stanley slammed himself inside him, hot liquid flowed endless. Byul twitched, his whole body trembling as his front had a dry orgasm. The bastard pulled out making the hot liquid gushed out inside him. Byul gave him a deathly glare but he only, mischievously gave him a pleasant smile.

Sucking furiously, mustard and precum mixing in filthy squelches, I gagged deep, tears streaming. “Fuck, you twisted slut,” he snarled, fisting my hair, hips slamming. Balls tight, he erupted—hot cum jets blending with mustard down my throat. I swallowed the creamy, vinegary load greedily, gulping until he twitched empty. Licking clean, I grinned up—wrecked. He smirked down at me, chest heaving. “Good girl. Next time, I’m breeding that pussy while your sister watches.”

I lean down and spit in his mouth. His eyes go wide, but he swallows. His cock kicks inside me so hard I feel it in my stomach. “You liked that,” I say, not a question. I roll my hips slow, grinding deep. “The big scary bully likes getting spit on by the girl he made fun of. What would your boys say?” “Zara—”

“You feel full, do you? That’s because you’re a little slut who needs to be packed tight with something at all times, but if you need to pee, you’re just going to have to hold it until Daddy says you’re allowed to go.” “But it hurts a little, in a good way, like there’s a pressure building up and I don't know if I can stop myself if you start rubbing me there, I might just make a mess all over the bed.” “Then make a mess, Bambi, I want to see you lose control and I want to taste the salt and the honey of your body while you’re trapped in those cuffs, so just lay back and let me get a good look at that puckered little asshole of yours.”

“Are you even listening to me?” “I freaking have now you listen. “ I peered him right in the eyes. “I will never spend the rest of my life with a Bully like you.”

Angel asked suddenly, causing Violet to raise an eyebrow. Angel looked at Alyne's back which was getting smaller in her sight, before a lopsided smile formed on her lips. "You are just an ordinary bully, but Aslan is a professional bully." Violet looked at Angel with an incomprehensible look. "No need to beat around the bush, give me the point." Angel chuckled at the impatient Violet. "You know what? The ordinary bully is playing something dirty, just like beating, kicking, and anything to hurt the victim." Angel's words made Violet frown even more.

I asked with a chuckle. “Thanks, pig. And you stink as always,” Ryder replied making my sisters roll their eyes. Guess they got similar “compliments” from him too. “And yes, the she devil gave my eye a natural smoky look and no, she doesn’t know our birthday is coming,” he added before applying an ice pack on his darkening bruise. Yes, his bully was a “she” and little did he know that bully of his was going to be his fated mate !

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything. Even if his dirty words excited me, a little bit.

"I'm not done teasing the particulars out of this gloriously titillating nugget yet! Like how your mysterious new fur baby fits into this whole 'training your ghostwriter in the language of unbridled sensuality' scenario you've evidently orchestrated..." I felt my shoulders slump in resignation, knowing she'd only pester me relentlessly now that more wayward trails had opened in her scheming imagination. Lilly had that distinctive whiff of a fresh scandal sweeping through the rumor mills - except this one appeared tailor-made for her own inexhaustible entertainment. Unfortunately for me. "Smoky is just a kitten I adopted today," I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany