The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

"But the rounded curves of her buttocks and breasts subtly revealed beneath her mourning skirt were so full and voluptuous... Truly, knowing it was flesh aged for ten years, it made me swallow my saliva." Between the intimate sounds of friction, the man's obscenities struck like daggers. "The moment this beastly fellow's manhood stole a glance at that noble widow lady, it erected stiffly inside my trousers from broad daylight, almost tearing through the loose fabric." "I wanted to pin her down, tear her skirt, and pound her." With a sharp gasp of disbelief. As that insolent, vulgar male smut—describing my body from top to bottom as if tasting it and imagining ravishing me—flowed intact from

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

I lеt hіm unzір it. Hе рut hіѕ hаndѕ іn thе waistband оf mу ѕkіrt аnd ѕtаrtеd рuѕhіng іt down оvеr mу hips. I moved mу hірѕ back аnd fоrth and hеlреd hіm аѕ I ѕhіmmіеd оut оf thе ѕkіrt. It drорреd to the grоund. I lооkеd at it. I ѕtерреd оut of it and kісkеd it аѕіdе. Tоm grаbbеd my ass аnd рullеd mе сlоѕе. Hе kіѕѕеd me. Thеn hе whispered in my ear, "ѕlut."

Rival Roommates The room smelled like sweat, cum, and pure sex. The sheets under us were already soaked. My ass leaked Ethan’s first load every time I moved, warm and sticky down my thighs. My own cum was smeared across my stomach and his chest. We were both breathing hard, bodies shiny with sweat, but neither of us was done. Not even close. Ethan lay on his back, cock still half-hard and glistening with our mess. He looked over at me with that same cocky smirk, even though his chest was heaving.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

His eyes are dark and furious and fixed on me with an intensity that makes my thighs press together. “Or,” he says, and the word hangs in the air between us. “You can apologize for being a stupid little slut who sends nudes to strangers. And we can handle this between us.” The word slut from his mouth does something to my body that I will never be able to explain to another human being. A full-body flush. A clench between my legs so violent my knees weaken. My nipples harden visibly under my tank top, no bra, because I never wear one in the house, which is probably another item on Dean’s list of grievances.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

"Your brother kept you hidden away like a good girl. Turns out you're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." The word came out broken. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm whatever you want me to call myself." Smith moved behind me. I felt his clothed body press against my bare back, felt how hard he was through his jeans. His hands gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him and he ground against me slowly while Theo played with my nipples. "She's already shaking," Smith said quietly. The first words he'd spoken all night. "Hasn't even been touched properly and she's falling apart."

XANDER POV I brought my hands to the thin fabric of her thong and tore it open with my hands. She looked at me in surprise, twisting her neck slightly. I grabbed the back of her neck and made her face forward. "I didn't tell you to turn around," I said, then brought one of the ice cubes to her pussy. It immediately began to melt, and she moaned and squirmed as it slowly melted. I looked at her and removed it before I could hurt her, I spat on her pussy before bringing two of my fingers to her entrance and sinking into her.