The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

An evil, horrible, cruel, rude, insensitive, clueless, beautiful, brave, strong, smart and sweet alpha that you love so much it makes you feel like you don't even know who you are anymore. Elliot undoes the button of my dirty pants and pulls them off without any effort at all, separating from me for the first time, leaving me in black panties. I don't even want to think about how disgusting I look right now. My hair completely disheveled, my face, neck and arms full of mud. My breasts popping out over my bra and my hungry gaze begging him to stop just looking at me and do something to ease the pain. And not just the physical one.

His mood died when he saw the next one. The story started with an exceptionally detailed smut scene and as a gay boy, he felt very out of his depth. He hadn’t seen one as detailed as this before. He leaned in to Meghan. She wouldn’t mind him asking for assistance. “Is it bad to have a very detailed smut scene?” he asked quietly. “I’ll take a look,” she replied much to his happiness. Meghan moved her chair next to his and read through the five chapters and the synopsis. Zach admired her speed and the fact that her facial expression didn’t change. The contents were enough to make him squirm in his chair.

Kattie pov (Steamy scenes please viewer discretion is advised) She did. This was the part she had withheld on the table. This was the offering she had saved. She leaned forward, her hands bracing on his thighs for balance. The smell of him, of sex and skin, filled her senses. She didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and took him in.

Heat spread like wildfire around my groin, and my jeans expanded to stretch over my hard on. She licked the tips of her fingers before lowering her hand back down under her shorts. As she spread her legs wider, I could see that her pussy was smooth. The aroma of her arousal drifted to my nostrils, driving me to the edge of insanity. I could virtually taste her on my tongue. My cock strained harder against the damp boxers and jeans I had slipped back on, fighting to be set free and sink into her pussy. My throat tightened. Fuck. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock.

The scent was so strong, musky and depraved,it made Lina moan. “Open that slutty mouth.” Carl hissed as chuckled when she opened it eagerly. He shoved the dick inside, smearing the taste of her own ass across her tongue.

I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online. “If I were you, I’d start counting…” His voice is so rough right now, thick with lust too. His large hand grabs my left cheek, and I moan, my aching pussy moistening. “I intend to redden this butt. Now count,” he orders, low and dangerous. He gives me enough time to prepare for the next one, but it's not enough to hold back a loud yelp when it comes. “One.” I manage to whisper, tears plopping from my eyes onto the blanket. Cold sweat prickles on my skin, a perpetual heat swirling in my stomach, making me go dizzy with overwhelming emotions.

He looked down at the ginger Enigma with a dirty, inviting gaze, utterly abandoning his modesty. He wanted to be used, and he wanted Holden to see just how much of a slut he could be behind closed doors. Holden chuckled darkly, his inner beast roaring at the sheer, unbridled exhibition. He leaned forward, his large, calloused hands replacing Boo's own, gripping the soft curves of Boo’s breasts. He squeezed and rolled the flesh roughly, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive tips to keep Boo hovering on a wire of tension, while his face dipped lower, burying his nose directly into Boo's soaking wet cleft.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

Her scent filled the air—a musky, dirty aroma of pent-up desire. "Look at this, Lucas. My wet pussy, all ready for you. You left me like this all day, you naughty slut. Now, dive in. Lick it like your life depends on it," she ordered, spreading her legs wider, exposing herself completely. Lucas moaned softly, bringing his face closer, inhaling her scent before touching. His hot breath brushed the sensitive skin, making Mariana arch her back slightly. "That's it, smell my sweaty cunt, feel how soaked I am because of your hard cock."

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.