Novel & Cerita Smut Fanfics

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“~Shit~” Seth smirks. “You're always going to be a slut for my fingers, aren't you, alpha?” he teases, but Kieran answers with a hum, lips trapped between his teeth to hold back his filthy moans, which proves to be impossible. Seth looks down at him with a glint in his eyes, one of fondness, as the alpha looks ethereal underneath him, looking like he’s meant to be under him—such a perfect fit. Shame, the alpha doesn’t see that.

Sue rarely protested. Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her stepson's semen. Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her panties out of the drawer when Tommy tapped

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

Only me. I latch onto the spot and suck hard, teeth scraping, determined to cover it with my own darker claim. Gavin keens, head tipping back, offering more throat. “More… please…” he begs, pulling me tighter against him. I rasp against the shell of his ear, voice wrecked: “Such a fucking slut. So needy for your brother? You like your nipples getting sucked while a stranger watches? Is that it?” My hand slides down between us, wrapping around his leaking cock. He’s so wet—pre-cum slicking my palm, making every stroke obscene and slippery. I want to drop lower, lap at it, taste him, but I can’t stop touching.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, obscene and primal. "Is this what you wanted?" Damien growled, one hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back. "Wanted your boss to bend you over his desk and fuck you like the desperate little sl*t you are?" "Yes!" Ella could barely think, could barely breathe. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "Yes, Sir!" His other hand came around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her see stars. The combination of his cock driving into her and his fingers working her clit was too much. She felt the orgasm building, felt herself climbing higher and higher.

He cupped one of my cheeks, and that light, single touch made my cunt squirm. “Stay with us, Phina,” he murmured, his breath warm against mine. “Be our slut. And the reason why we used slut instead of mate is because we don’t promise you love, or lovemaking. We promise you obsession, fucking hard, protection, and the chance to prove to your asshole husband that he made the wrong choice throwing you away, treating you like you don’t matter. And we will also make sure that you get the chance to defend yourself.”

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.