Smutty Meaning Books Novels & Stories

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

There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE. "Seriously?" he muttered. It was a cringe-worthy title, the kind found on the bottom shelf of a bargain bookstore. Yet, it had snagged his curiosity. He cracked the cover, and a flush of heat crept up his neck. The first page was… vulgar. Profanity-laced and graphically crude. He nearly slammed it shut. What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection?

It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle. I flipped it open anyway, because apparently I had no survival instincts left. "Please.. I cant-" I paused. Read it again. Then slowly looked up at him. “…I’m not reading this.” His eyebrow lifted. “You promised.” “This is not a book. This is—this is literal smut disguised as literature.” “Exactly,” he said, way too calm. I smacked the book against his arm. “Pervert.” “Reader,” he corrected immediately, like that was important. Then leaned back like he had all the time in the world. “Come on. We had a deal.” I stared at him.

“How do you know it’s called smut?” “G****e search.” His gaze flicks from my lips to my eyes. I let out an amused breath. “You searched it?” It feels unbelievable. “Yeah.” He nods once. “I’m always curious about you.” His admission is nonchalant, but it grips something inside of me. I look back at the page, pulling the book up to hide my flustered face. “A way to keep tabs on your captive, I see.” An annoyed groan vibrates against my back. “Let’s go with that.”

щ（ﾟДﾟщ） …A-alright… so… actually… he… um… still… found him a bit… a bit… just a bit…. cute… (／≧ω＼) ♡ Author Note Haha, I just love those totally inappropriate sounding chapter titles 😂 Once the actual smut chapter is published, you'll just think "author trolling again" and then "Woooah! The title actually happened?! Nani?!?"

I stepped through the front door much later than expected, the cool night air still clinging to my jacket. The house was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of spilled wine, sweet perfume, and something far more primal..the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal lingering in the air like an invitation. My pulse quickened as I took in the lounge: catalogues strewn across every surface, empty wine bottles lying on their sides, and an array of sex toys scattered openly..thick realistic dildos, powerful vibrators still faintly humming, delicate lace lingerie draped over the sofa like forgotten promises.

My nose twitched as I caught his scent - muskier than usual with an undercurrent of something primal that made my heart race. "Hey Alec, yeah I'm here," *I said softly, marking my page and setting the book aside.* "What's wrong? You look... worked up." *I couldn't help but let my gaze roam over his tall, muscular frame, taking in the way his sweat-dampened shirt clung to his chest and abs. I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how alone we were together in our small apartment.*

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.

She's just so soft spoken and nerdy. “Well I wanna go to London. It's the country I fell in love with through novels.” She looks a little taken aback at the fact that I read novels. “You look too cool to read novels.” I chuckles. “Believe me, I've read as many novels as I could when I was a first year student. My friend made me read them and when I realised there was smut involved, I was hooked.” She shyly laughs. “I sometimes feel like skipping the inappropriate stuff but I'm too curious.” She shouldn't feel shy about it. You'll be surprised by the amount of people who enjoys reading smut.

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!