Written Smut Novels & Stories

He is hitting me deep, and I am truly going crazy from the pleasure of his f*cking. “More! Ahhhh! More! Keep going, honey! You’re so good at fcking! I’ve wasted so much time! Fvck me! Fvck me all the time! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Hnnnnn! Ahhhhh!” I say seductively, grinding my hips back at him. It’s like I already know what to do because my mother had me read some of her smutty books. I contract my pvssy muscles, squeezing his c*ck inside me, and he lets out a moan. I smile at the sound and move my hips to meet every thrust. I shriek and laugh when he swats my behind. He stops moving and pulls out his long weapon. He flips me onto my back on the bed and immediately smothers me with passionate kisses. I

“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.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

"Clichés but I was interested to know what my woman invest most of her time in." He cares. My brain tells me but my other self is saying no he doesn't. He's doing it for his benefit. "The books" he pause. "I learn what Smut is in your world." I want the ground to swallow me right there. Oh wait. Did he just say learn? "You-" "You taught me what Smut is? " he winks at me. Fuck, that was so embarrassing." I only know the word fuck and fuck" he says, moving towards me.

“Rub your clīt as Padrino fūcks your pūssy just how you like it.” She did as she was told, reaching between her legs while her fingers circled her swollen bud, making her pūssy tighten around me. I was panting in her ear as I struggled to hold back from coating her walls. One thing I didn’t do was leave a woman unsatisfied. “Faster, Slūt.” I growled as she struggled to maintain eye contact. “Fūck.” I hissed when her pūssy forced my cūm to spurt out on command.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

My silence was answer enough. He smirked— Dark, infuriating. Then leaned closer, Fingers trailing my V- area, that was already soaking wet, the dress clinging to my skin like glue. “Are you ready to suck daddy's cock.” And that did it. Making me a whimpering fucking mess.

“Look at you—bent over my desk like the perfect little sovereign slut, ass up, cunt dripping my cum from the shower and still begging for more. Feel how tight you are around me? Still fluttering like you never want me to leave.” I moaned, the sound raw and shameless, pushing back onto every deliberate thrust. The wet *schlick-sclick* of skin on skin echoed through the room, mingling with the faint rosemary ghost of last night’s stew and the heavy, heady perfume of us—pine-smoke and russet berry, sandalwood oil and fresh alpha seed. “Harder, Alpha—please,” I gasped, nails scraping the wood. “Fill me again. Knot me right here so I walk into the archives leaking you down my thighs. I want Serap