College Smut Novels & Stories

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

“Everyone says they don’t survive because you’re… huge.” He sat beside me, so close that his bare arm brushed mine. “They don’t survive the coupling,” he said. “I am large, and most human bodies cannot take me. But you… you smell different. Your body calls to me.” I nearly choked on the tea. My face grew hot as I set the cup down. “Coupling? You mean… sex?” I whispered, suddenly feeling very naive. I had never done anything like that before. I had barely even kissed anyone. “That’s what this is about? Not eating me or burning me alive?”

The hallway outside was quiet, but inside the men’s bathroom my heart hammered like a drum against my ribs. I’m Sylvia, a shameless twenty year old college student, and according to the rumors, the biggest slut on campus. Ever since that video of me making out with five guys went viral, most people pretended not to know my name. They just called me slut, whore, cum-dump. I stopped caring months ago. The names only made me wetter. I didn’t give a fuck. Today, I was finally living up to the title once more.

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

Sophia was screaming through her own brutal climax at the same time. When I finally came down, I gently pushed Lily away from my dripping cunt and tried to catch my breath. "Well, class," I said with a satisfied smile, my voice still a little shaky, "we didn’t exactly cover condoms as much as I planned. We’ll pick that up next time. Class dismissed." As I watched the girls slowly redress themselves, I couldn’t help but smile. Today was my first day at this job, and it's already getting hottt.

She was tagged as smut and she'd cried her face to pulp. Lastly, on Tuesday afternoon during P.E, I bribed some muscular seniors with cash to kidnap and dump Tristan into the school dumpsters that had all trash in the school. That had him smelling like the mixture of soured milk, decayed meat, rotten fruits and all other various trash that had been in the school dumpsters for five days.

Marcus would grunt, slamming into me from behind as Leo made me suck him clean. “Repeat after me: I’m a nasty cum-slut who lives for cock.” I’d whimper it back, my body betraying me with slick heat even as they treated me like dirt. They pissed on me once, laughing as it soaked my skin, calling me their dirty toilet. Every time, I’d leave bruised, leaking their seed, hating how much I craved the next degradation. College was supposed to be my escape. I met Sammy, he was sweet and normal, who treated me like a girlfriend, not a toy. We had vanilla sex, gentle kisses but it felt empty.