Fantasy Smut Manga Novels & Stories

"Mmf! Oooh~ p– please! Aaahh~" Jun whimpered and sobbed at the sweet torture. He didn't want it to stop, though his words seemed to say otherwise. Namgyu stroked his sensitive cock furiously, tugging and squeezing while abusing the overly sensitive tip. Jun found himself drooling from all the salivating. The pleasure was so much it'd turned into sweet torture and had saliva escaping his parted and plump lips. He looked so lewd and shameless like that, his face red, eyes watery and him drooling because another man was abusing his sensitive cock. It would make the perfect yaoi manga scene if someone could draw them into animé characters at that moment.

I dipped two fingers inside, curling them against that sensitive front wall, thrusting in time with the fantasy. Lucas’s mouth devoured me in my vision..sucking my clit between his lips, humming vibrations that made my hips buck. “Please,” I whimpered to the empty room. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining his thick cock preparing to split me open. My pussy clenched greedily, juices dripping down to my ass. The fantasy shifted. He rose, freeing his massive erection. It looked almost intimidating..thick, veined, the head glistening. “You said this body is mine,” he growled. I nodded frantically.

Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

The moment I did so, the smile on my face faded into something else. A scrawly hand writing that belonged to Caramia had written on the very first page... My fantasies. I felt my breath immediately get heavy. Her fantasies? My Caramia's fantasies... Fantasies I would be most willing to make a reality out of. I flipped open the next page, curious to know what things were in my slut's head. 'To be fucked in a pool and even more better, to be fucked in a river' A smirk showed up on my lips. Well, our wants did match but mine could be a little bit more...

she moaned, shoving a third finger in, stretching herself to the limit, feeling the orgasm approaching. In the fantasy, Atlas flipped her onto all fours, slamming everything in at once, pounding hard, calling her “my greedy bitch.” Anya sped up her fingers, the room echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of furious masturbation. “Cum inside me… fill me with hot cum,” she begged the air, and then the climax came, explosive, her body convulsing as she squirted onto the sheets, fingers buried deep, the pleasure leaving her trembling and breathless.

“Your nipples are hard as little diamonds. I bet your pussy is soaked right now.” He groped me openly — squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple, then sliding his hand lower to palm my ass and pull me against his naked body. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum on my dress. “Imagine it, Nova,” he said, voice dark and filthy as he kissed down my neck. “Imagine drawing this exact moment. My cock in your hand. My mouth on your skin. My fingers about to slip inside your dripping little cunt while you try to keep sketching.”

I whispered. The name slipped out naturally. My fingers moved faster, plunging deep while my thumb pressed firmer on my clit. The fantasy kept growing, till it was like a vivid image in my head. I saw him flipping me over, taking me from behind, his hands spreading my ass so he could watch his cock slide in and out of my dripping pussy. “Jake… oh god, Jake,” I moaned, my voice rising. My hips bucked wildly against my hand. My thighs trembled as the orgasm hovered right on the edge. “Jake, please… fuck me harder.”

He felt huge, filling me completely. “Fuck, Steph. So tight.” He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The island creaked under us. My back arched as he pounded into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair. Every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed. He leaned down, biting my shoulder lightly. “This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.”