College Smut

"Crawl to Daddy on your hands and knees, little whore. I want to see you beg for this dick before I split you open and breed that dripping cunt." * Daddy's Naughty Pet is a collection for readers who are tired of vanilla bullshit and want stories about people who fuck like their lives depend on it. Five chapters each of the raunchiest, most depraved scenarios that'll make you wet, hard, and wondering what's wrong with you for loving it. The stepmom who "accidentally" walks in on her stepson jerking off and decides to help. The personal assistant who schedules "meetings" that are really just fuck sessions on the conference table. The priest who breaks his vows with a parishioner in the confessional. The doctor who gives very hands-on examinations. The landlord who demands payment in pussy. The mechanic who test-drives more than cars. The massage therapist with wandering hands. The yoga instructor who teaches flexible positions for other reasons. The lifeguard who performs mouth-to-mouth that turns into face-fucking. The uber driver who takes a detour. Every character is controlled by their cravings. The married woman sneaking out to get railed by her ex because her husband's dick doesn't satisfy. The college girl who fucks her entire fraternity in one night. The businessman who keeps a submissive locked in his penthouse. These stories don't have plot—they have positions. No character development—just hole development. No emotional connection—just physical fucking that leaves them sore, sticky, and immediately ready for round two. Expect: Every depraved kink you can imagine and some you didn't know existed. This collection is shameless, filthy, degenerate smut with zero redeeming qualities. And that's exactly why you'll devour every word. Ready! Now flip that page like the good little girl you are.

"Get on the bed Elowen" His voice sliced through me in a command, silencing every protest in my throat. I climbed onto the king's-sized bed without a word, my pulse thundering as he unbuckled his belt from his trousers once more. My heart hammered wildly, skipping beats, and I opened my mouth to defend myself. "I came to talk to you about—" But he seized my wrists like they were nothing, binding them tight with the leather strap until I couldn't budge an inch. "You came here to let me teach you something filthy, didn't you? Tutoring my daughter isn't enough—you want lessons in boundaries too, right?" I shook my head frantically, but he loomed over me, those piercing Alpha eyes boring into my soul. His fingers pinched my n#ppl£s through my shirt, twisting just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to my cor£. ***** After her Pack was raided by the Lycan King of a dangerous Pack, she fled and got into the arms of a good Samaritan who took her in and nurtured her as their daughter, She finished her degree in college and became a teacher in the famous School in Ashvielle Pack until the day she was chosen to tutor the Alpha's daughter but a lot changed when she wasn't just tutoring her the Alpha's daughter, She was being tutored by the Alpha after stepping into a forbidden room that was sacred, What's worse? She's mated to him and the Alpha's friends, when the sons returned from their trip overseas, they wanted to have her too. She doesn't know how to escape or flee from this entanglement. Warning: Strictly Contains Smut, Reverse Harem MM, MMF and some trigger degrading words.

Content Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut. "Whose touch made you tremble the hardest tonight?" Alaric's voice was a low snarl as he gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Yours," she gasped, her voice wrecked from screaming. "Alpha, please..." Aiden's fingers dug into her hips as he slammed back inside her, rough and unrelenting. "Liar," he growled against her spine. "She begged for mine." "Should we make her prove it?" Archer said, his fangs grazing her throat. "Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she's earned our knots." She was trembling, dripping, used—and all she could do was moan, "Yes, please. Use me again." And they did. Like they always do. Like they can't help it. Like she belongs to all three of them. *** Melina Voss had one plan: steal the plant and disappear. She didn't plan to stay. She didn't plan to be caught. She definitely didn't plan for them. Broke and desperate, with nowhere else to turn, Melina infiltrates the Howlington Estate under a stolen identity. She has forty-eight hours to complete her mission before anyone discovers she doesn't belong. But everything changed when she met them. Alaric. Aiden. Archer. And what she doesn't know is that they already know, And that they even made preparation for her arrival. *** Three identical Alpha Kings, Plagued by a mysterious family curse, Every sixteenth day of the month, they nearly lose themselves to the beast within. Melina was supposed to be just another face in the crowd, another maid. But something changed the moment she walked through their doors. Now they want her marked, claimed, possessed. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One thief. No fate. Just possession. The more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

"So, do you believe in ghosts now?" Irene Blanchard has never believed in things related to the paranormal. You saw a ghost? She'll rationalise it as a trick of the light. But what happens if she actually did see a ghost? A powerful one that's able to end a life at that. Together with the school's resident heartthrob, Kai Putra Irawan, she's now dragged into the dangerous world of paranormal hunting. Will she be able to survive all of the foreign ghosts she never thought could take a life? (This is probably basically BuzzFeed Unsolved but with death, smut, and overly dramatic descriptions. Every character is completely fictional and the ghosts, while they do exist in name, some of the rules and whatnot of the ghosts are dramatised and made up.)

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

Behind the four walls of French college nothing is saint or pure. Students in this prestigious college all hail from their respective wealthy background. Their parents are all the most powerful and wealthiest. By luck, Sara was enrolled in this college thanks to her filthy wealthy step father. She had thought all that was said about the college are Truth but no! It wasn't.

Smut Alert: This book contains steamy, explicit scenes, filthy rich men, and one heroine caught between them all. Proceed if you like it hot. He was the golden boy who broke her, denied her, and humiliated her, and she left for LA, carrying the one secret that could ruin him. Now she’s back in NewYork, hotter, richer, and ready to make him pay. But she never planned on his brothers. One wants to protect her, one wants to corrupt her, and one wants to own her. They’re dangerous, filthy rich, and completely off-limits… but when all three set their sights on her, revenge turns into something else. And the closer she gets to destroying them, the more she wants to let them pin her to the wall and fuck her senseless.

[18+] smut warning 1. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person. 2. You will not sleep with anyone other than me until further notice. 3. You will only c*m for me. What's your rule, Skylar? You will guard my underwear when I am at the office. F**k, I like that. ********************************************** Skylar Stallion is an ordinary girl until the day she accepted her new job, and everything seemed normal until she met her boss. She didn't know there would be rules after the contract, nor did she know that she would end up submissive to Mr. Jenkin and at that moment she would lose herself in his control"

Blurb: Trigger Warnings: This novel has explicit gay sex, lesbian sex, BDSM using whips, chains, and domination, trans characters fucking, and fucking with paranormal creatures such as vampires blowing and werewolves knotting in asses. This is a collection of dirty sex tales. Cocks harden and pussies get wet. Tops pin bottoms and fuck them hard. Mistresses in leather whip bodies with whips until they beg to cum. Gay dudes lick asses in the locker room. Lesbians play with pussies against each other and use strap-ons until they come. Trans people use toys and tongues on all their holes. No limits—straight-up smut to make you hot. Author's Note: For those who can't jerk off to porno but need books to imagine the sex scenes in order properly—use these stories for your dirtiest thinking. Not for those under 18.

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Extremely Explicit. Dark Themes. This is not a "sweet" romance. This is your new obsession. Read only if you're ready to get ruined. Age Gap,Best Friend's Father,Obsessive/Possessive Hero,Praise/Degradation & Primal Play,Graphic Smut & Mature Themes🥵🥵🔞🔞 Let’s be honest. You’re not here for the plot. You’re here for the sin. Welcome to the Smut World🥵 "Call my name, Ariana" Mateo’s breath was a scorching sin against her ear, his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her head back to expose the pale, trembling line of her throat. He didn't wait for her answer. He bit—a sharp, possessive claim that made her arch against him, her fingers digging into his expensive suit. "M-Mateo," she brokenly whispered, her dignity dissolving in the dark of his library. "Again. Tell me who owns you." ___ Ariana Cole came to Madrid to be a nurse. She came to save lives and build a future. But the moment she collided with Dr. Mateo López, she realized she wasn't there to save anyone—she was there to be consumed. He is the "Ice Surgeon." Twenty years her senior. Her boss. And her best friend’s father. He is a monster in a white coat who doesn't believe in "no." He doesn't want her heart; he wants her submission. He wants to hear her scream his name while his daughter sleeps just down the hall. This is a hostile dance of power, denial, and filthy, intoxicating lust. Every sterile hospital hallway is a hunting ground. Every midnight encounter in his mansion is a lesson in how much she’s willing to lose. Her career? Her best friend? Her sanity? Mateo is going to take it all. And Ariana? She’s going to beg him for more.