Sonic Smirk Novels & Stories

She snapped her head to his direction. Now that I have your attention... He smirked to victoriously. "What is your name little sinner?" "Sonny," the girl replied staring fully into his sapphire gold eyes. He flashed her a malicious smile, exposing pin sharp teeth complimented by a pair of dark red eyes. She shrieked and fell back... "What the..." ____________________________

he whispered, his voice cracking. I smirked. A deep, satisfied smirk that reached my eyes. "Try me… I actually want you to try me and see what I can do. ."

I'm sorry Damien but damn that smile changes my entire view about the word ' hot ' It was just a little smirk but I noticed Sonia was also affect by his charm as she was slightly blushing. But it didn't last for a second for as fast as the smirk came it vanished as all was left was thick bloodlust. “ Fuck !” Sonia whispered as she almost fell. I rushed up to her to support her as I noticed even Damien was affected even though he did a good job hiding it. “ How are you not affected?? ” Mason said as he bent over to me again stroking his chin softly. Affected...??? By what exactly...?!?! PAHH!! “ Hey Dickhead!!!!!!! ”

His smirk returns, slow and lethal. “Now you’re talking.”

My smirk widens. * * *

[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 shouted being irritated he laughs softly and smirks when he hears my irritated tone "I know. But I don't care. I'm not going anywhere" This guy is really testing my patience level. His evil smirk is something else I don't understand whats his attentions are!

I smirk. His face turns the color of ripe tomatoes and he bites his bottom lip.

"But I really need to go do some, uh… important stuff." The silence that follows is thick, stretching between us like a taut wire ready to snap. Then— That smile. That smirk. The one that never reaches his eyes, the one that gleams with quiet amusement, like a cat toying with its food. He doesn’t believe me. I can see it. But he doesn’t push it, doesn’t call me out. Instead, his large, calloused hand shoots up, cupping my jaw aggressively, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

He was intrigued. “That was—” “Real,” he cut through her protest. “People don’t kiss like that unless they mean it.” “I kissed you to make you shut up.” A smirk stretched his lips, but it wasn’t the kind of smirk that lasted more than two seconds. Although it was razor-thin, carved straight across his face like it was born from some kind of darkness. He smirked knowing he's not threatened in the least and not bored. “Then make me shut up again,” his voice turned smoky. “I won’t stop you.”