Smut Fanfics Novels & Stories

One of Chloe's friends. "So what? She's useless anyway," another one added. Chloe smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, looking like she was enjoying every second of my humiliation. "I am an Omega, Alpha," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm afraid I cannot do that. We don't attack. We only survive." "Then survive this," he countered. Before I could blink, his hand shot out and grabbed my forearm. The contact was electric. Sparks — those cursed, beautiful sparks shot up my arm, making my breath hitch because my mate was touching me.

"Take this as a win-win. We will scratch each other's itch. I won't tell anyone." "I don't deal with sluts." He slapped my hands away. The word 'slut' caused me to wince. But I wasn't one to give up; not when I had a handsome man in front of me. "Why? Do you know that sluts are the best ones to vent your frustrations on?" I took a step towards him. "This will be a one-time thing. After this, we will pretend as if nothing like this happened." The man turned to look at me. The expression of disgust on his face was unmistakable.

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.

I will still write romance books but completely cut out the smut while also writing ml (I am a versatile author). I know some of you would really want to see passionate moments between our MCs, but I’ve done a lot of thinking and have chosen what I think is best for me. I know this may be a bummer, but the mental instability implementation smut writing has on me takes a negative toll on my health and I’m sorry.

[smirks] Oh look, my dick is excited with you. HER: Oh, you can? [engulfs the whole length into mouth in one go, with other free hand playing gently with balls. Pauses a bit and takes it out with saliva drooling, looks up at you with a wide smirk] Your dick likes me it seems~ [strokes again and twirls around the rim] HIM: [hnghhh] You are a little devil aren't you? [Twitch and grab the back of your neck hard] It does like you, then why don't you just keep it down your throat? [Pushes you deeper]

I have never done this before and no one has seen completely naked and worst of all fucked me. He grabs my hand sna spills me upwards. I stare at him with my brows curved in confusion. “Let me make you feel like a true woman!” He smuttier says with a sly wink and smirk. I can’t help her alike my face tk be vulnerable and allow his contagious smile infect my face as well. I joined him in his sly smile.

Protective, possessive and crazy with want. I bet he'd be like that in real life too, except a lot more charming and talkative than this guy. And with a way better butt. And… ➿➿➿➿➿ I blame the book. It turned smutty out of goddamn nowhere, so it put ideas into my head. And it also made it impossible for me to put it down or for me to stop picturing Bram as the guy... and me as the girl. So, when I fall asleep, the dream starts forming like a movie I'm too weak to turn off.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

“Some men would love to find a beautiful wolf laying here, ready to ravish.” “Are you trying to be cringey or is it an accident?” “Shut up. Do you want to head back? Or live out a common fantasy?” “Is shagging in a hay loft a common fantasy?” “If my gran’s bodice rippers are anything to go by.” “Maybe it was just your gran.” “Those books are apparently very popular. She told me I should read them, learn what a lady wants.” “Did you?” “I tried, couldn’t get past how bad they are.”