The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

Jack "Pearl!" One of the other women admonishes the old lady, but she just laughs in response. My mouth drops in shock as my eyes swivel between Everett and the old lady trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. "What does that mean?" Everett asks and a round of giggles goes around the room. "Smut is... A descriptive romance. With spicy scenes." One of the women says. "Literary p**n." Another one adds. "Cliterature, if you will." Someone else supplies with a chuckle. The word triggers something I've always wondered about.

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains mature writing. Please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* OSWIN's POV I thought her scent—she smelled like a combination of jasmine and lemongrass—was sweet, but so did her moan. Her juice was savory, filling the taste buds on my tongue with a strawberry flavor. I couldn't help but smile at her skin, which was already starting to get wet of its own accord and not just by my saliva alone. As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

It stank of sweat and sex and something deeper, musky, feral, like a pack had marked its territory a hundred times over. Every student outside their dorm was twisted around another, lip-locked, limbs knotted, hips grinding shamelessly, unthinking. Moans echoed off tile and cinderblock, raw, guttural, yelping, breathless, a hundred overlapping notes of rut. A blonde girl was bent backwards over a railing, her thighs shaking as a boy slammed into her from behind with his cock. His hands gripped her hips like they were the last solid thing on earth. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled, mouth open in a high sobbing “Ah—ah—f-fuhh—!” I muttered, “Fuck,” and stepped into the nearest room.

“Lena’s out there probably touching herself listening to you scream. Bet she wishes it was her bent over like this.” “Oh god...Slade...harder!” I moaned, completely shameless now. My eyes rolled back as he angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside me over and over. “I’m such a dirty girl… getting fucked by a stranger while he tattoos my ass. Don’t stop— please don’t stop!”

"Disgusting, how disgusting!" Fear, panic and despair flooded me as one of Oher's fingers began to penetrate me, and at that very moment I felt a slight impulse go through my hands, forming small, barely noticeable sparks at the very tips of my fingers. Oher made a small movement of his finger inside me, causing my whole body to flinch; Tears with renewed vigor poured from the corners of his eyes. "It's disgusting, how disgusting I am from what he does!" - muffled sobbing, I thought, closing my eyes, so as not to see the contented face of this man, who continued to caress my bosom with his fingers.

My rudeness still didn't affect him & a persistent shameless mutt which he is, said heartily. "Okay, if you say so. But personally? I prefer ‘beautiful’." The stinky ass which I am going to turn apart in just a few minutes said ambiguously, in an attempt to fucking flirt with me. Which made me snort and I turned slowly, my eyes cold and glowing with a faint, dangerous violet hum that he was too stupid to notice. ‘ Bloody Idiot Smelly Mutts.’ I looked him up and down with the kind of clinical disgust one saves for a cockroach which is better than this stinky fur ass mutt's..

"You should be worried about what your mom is going to do when she finds out you've been sneaking her perfume to school." Ashley sniffed her jacket, laughing hard at my words, "She'll definitely kill me. By the way, how do I look?" "Like a high school slut who smuggles dildos in her bag.” I replied, nonchalantly eyeing her playfully. Ashley pouted. "Whatever. I'm the sexiest person you'll ever meet, you know?". She said, but I didn't reply.

I nodded, wrapping my small hand around his big black shaft. I trailed my hand, feeling his veins in my palm. I looked at him, ensuring my big blue eyes were focused entirely on him. "Look at those sluts!" I heard a man call, his voice high and filled with excitement. Samantha stood and took her place, lying next to me. Pulling off her panties, she spread her legs, a slight patch of dark brown hair trimmed nearly above her pussy. I smiled and kissed her. I felt the taste of my juices on her tongue.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.