On My Block Smut Novels & Stories

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

I was breathing hard as I laid down there and just thought of what I did, I was so fucked and it was the fault of none other than the 6'5 muscular green eyed handsome man next door. I got up and used the bathroom and cleaned myself up Well the smut, was rather really smut 😩😩😩 I'm just trying tho

Now my small smile had turned into a toothy grin. Zac rolled his eyes, scrunching up his whole face. "You make me sappy and gross, Bloom." "Soft spot," I poked his cheek, speaking in a singsong voice. Zac swatted my hand away, "No." "Yes," I retorted smugly. He rolled his eyes again, "Whatever." I laughed at how childish he was acting because he didn't want to admit it. It was cute. Wait. No, no it was not cute.

Noah said. "Yes, I remember" "This morning, I met her, I thought she was a Beta, because before I came to the coffee shop where she works but she didn't have any scent. But when today I waited for her near her workplace, I was quite surprised. Her scent was very sweet. She's a Omega" Noah said. "She must be using a blocker, so she can work comfortably" Sean said. "Blockers? Are things like that still being used in times like these?"

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.”

Demon mind links work differently than the wolves’s links, we don’t have to be near to communicate, just conscious. The scent of roses and chocolates fills my nostrils, signaling the return of Jamari. I glance up in time to see her come walking in the room, sweat dripping down her face, her cheeks flushed. The mutt comes in next, hot on her heels. I roll my eyes towards the ceiling at his appearance. The mutt is such a cock blocker. Always around when I want to be alone with Jamari. A pout forms on my lips causing him to chuckle, followed by a knowing grin.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll