Smut X Reader Novels & Stories

And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

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.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

I stick my tongue out at her; that makes her roll her eyes and look away. I scoff and swipe open my phone. My heart sinks when there's still no text from Scottie. But there's a post on his story. He's on a plane—probably with Ciara. “Douchebag,” I mutter and swipe next to my smut fan page. New smut story coming up soon! I type and post on my story. In a few seconds, I get likes and comments. That makes me smile a little. I resume playing Sia's Big Girls Cry and lay my head against the window, watching nature as we head off to Bear Lake.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I felt my fangs retract and as gently as possible and also without hesitation, I bit down on her neck. Sooooooo, that happened😂 I know in normal werewolf books with mating scenes it's supposed to be a smut, sexual scene or something but that's just not my specialty. Like, I don't know how to do it😂 I've never read it before, so, I think you understand me now😭😂I'm sure the last two paragraphs were terrible af😔buttt, I'm trying my best 😂Just accept me like that, I'm not a romantic soul😂🤲🏾Anyway, there's only one more chapter left till the epilogue🤩 Stay glued to your phones😂

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

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