Novel & Cerita Itachi X Reader Smut

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

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Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Author's note: Dear reader, this chapter contains mature themes and an intimate scene that may not be suitable for every reader. As a Christian author, I believe these scenes can portray both the beauty and brokenness of humanity's desires. It is included to serve the plot, and if you are uncomfortable with such content, you should please skip this chapter. ****************************************************************************** Harrison smiled, his teeth glistening and somehow it made Alyssa chuckled. She rested her body on his his, while his fingers traced the line of her spine.

“Sounds like someone had a very vivid imagination.” I flip another page, throat dry. The sketches are crude but explicit. Lines of charcoal showing an omega tied, blindfolded, his Alpha above him with blood smeared across both their chests. My pulse kicks. “It’s not just imagination. She wrote this like she saw it. Or… lived it.” His eyes flick over the page, then to my face. He smirks, that infuriating curl of mouth that says he thinks I’m ridiculous. “It’s just superstitious fantasies, Eli. Don’t tell me you believe this.”

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He kissed my neck softly, then more possessively, sucking a mark just below my ear. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, voice husky. “Taking my load so well. This pussy is mine now.” I whimpered as he slowly pulled out, feeling his cum drip down my legs. He turned me around, kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers pushed some of his cum back inside me. “Keep it inside you for the rest of the movie,” he ordered with a filthy smirk. “I want you sitting there full of my cum while you try to act normal.”

Best friend's brother. Sympathy won; I unlocked the door, pulling it open just enough. "Jax? What happened?" He stumbled forward, the door clicking shut behind him, bringing a rush of bourbon and masculine sweat into my small apartment. "Thanks, Lila," he muttered, voice rough and low, rubbing a hand over his face as he kicked off his shoes haphazardly. His gaze flicked over me quick, but lingering on the way my tank dipped low, nipples pebbling from the sudden draft, then down to my exposed legs.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.