Written Smut Novels & Stories

More ѕmug lооkѕ wеrе dіrесtеd my way by the bіtсhеѕ that рrоbаblу hеld less thаn a brain cell bеtwееn thеm. My еуеѕ lосkеd with David’s. “You kеер tеllіng yourself that, Dаvіd. Prісkѕ lіkе you thаt have to get girls drunk tо get them іntо bed аrе the lоwеѕt of thе low. Yоu аrе scum.”

It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

Damien “Jesus Christ, Damien, you’re disgusting,” I muttered, but I didn’t put them back. Instead I sat down heavy on the bed again and brought the fabric up to my face. I took a long sniff, deep and slow, and his smell hit me like a punch. Sweat and that faint soap he used and something warmer, more him. My dick twitched in my jeans just from that. Pathetic. I laughed at myself, short and mean. “Look at you. Got slapped, called Satan, and now you’re sniffing his dirty undies like some creep in a movie. Real winner.”

“Make the little slut scream around my cock.” He obeyed, hips snapping faster, the confessional creaking under the force. Amelia’s cries grew frantic, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Luca’s own growls turned desperate—“Fuck, she’s milking me… I’m going to fill this holy cunt again!”—his voice rough with raw lust. The scent of fresh arousal sharpened, musky and obscene.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

However, today, it is me making the rules and the time between my fingers and the device, a green light signals that a voice message will come in. "Amelia, it's Adam. I know you're not home, but, I want you to listen to this message as soon as you get in. I apologize to you for the story that came out in the magazine, not out of regret that I went out with a girl, but for agreeing to start that with you. Mixing sex and work is always pleasurable and inspiring to me. However, I understand that for you, it is a hope that we can evolve into something more. And I cannot guarantee that this will happen, I am not close to relationships and golden romances. Friendships do. And that's why ours matt

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

Cum was pumped into my womb, deep into my bowels, and forced down my throat until I was coughing and drooling it everywhere. At one point they lowered me slightly, bent me forward, and made me look directly at Brutus. while two men double-stuffed my pussy from behind and another took my ass. The wet, filthy sounds of my ruined holes were unmistakable. And unbareble. In front of him. “You see this, cuck?” one of them taunted Brutus. “This is how a real team satisfies a woman. Not your weak little pumps.” The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

Her skin was flushed, sweat-slicked, and her pussy was a sopping mess, clenching weakly around my withdrawing fingers. "My turn," Vanessa panted, her chest heaving, eyes wild with post-orgasmic haze as she pushed me onto my back. My cock stood straight up, veined and glistening from earlier teasing, the head purple and weeping. "And I'm going to make you regret asking for penetration."