Smutty Meaning Books Novels & Stories

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I avoided them, starting from the coffee table and the stacks of books positioned on it. I smiled when I touched the books, looking forward to reading something here on the cream-colored rugs. But the smile dropped from my lips when I took in the titles of the books. ‘How to care for a Ducati.’ ‘Piercings and their Post Care.’ ‘The Symbolic Nature of Tattoos.’

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.

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

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.

When she looked up at me with those confused eyes, I knew what they meant. She loved reading these books, especially the one she was holding, when she was on my bed… our bed. I saw how she sat on the edge of the bed, like it reminded her of so much. I saw how she had eyed the bed before even getting on it, you would swear the bed was going to bite her ass. And now, her eyes swirled with confusion and a little judgement on finding her favorite smut author's book inside my drawer. I shrugged, shaking out of the emotions.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

I said, walking carefully around the room, studying her. The book she held in her hand looked like a romance that my mother read when I was small. She didn't move when my shadow fell over her, but jumped up when I snagged the book from her grasp. "Hey!" she shouted, jumping to reach it above my head. I turned my back toward her, and smiled at the page. "Reading smut, just as I thought," I said, lowering it so she could cradle it to her chest. "It's not smut. It's romance," she said, closing the book. "Not that I expect you to understand romance."

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

Her eyes shifted to the list of books in her hands, realizing the daunting task ahead of them. Arranging hundreds of books seemed like a monumental undertaking. As they opened one of the boxes filled with books, a cloud of dust rose into the air, irritating their noses. The room suddenly echoed with the sounds of sneezes, causing a momentary pause in their progress. The copies of the books they were handling showed signs of age and wear. Some were tattered, with pages on the verge of separating from their bindings. Folded pages were scattered throughout, but Ruby had a fondness for such books, appreciating their character and history.