Yandere Smut Novels & Stories

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

The smile that curved Anya’s lips was nothing short of predatory. She moved with deliberate slowness, her hands gliding down Sandra’s sides, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. Sandra tensed, her breath catching as Anya’s fingers brushed against her wetness, a teasing touch that made her legs quiver.

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

She stalked over to me, dropped to her knees, and crushed her mouth to mine. I could taste it—the sharp, musky, unmistakable tang of Ruby’s climax, mixed with the faint, floral hint of Naomi’s saliva. It was the most degrading, most intoxicating thing I’d ever experienced. Her hands tore at my jeans, yanking them and my lace panties down to my ankles in one violent motion. “You’re fucking drowning, you little slut,” she snarled, shoving three fingers inside my sopping hole without a hint of gentleness, her knuckles stretching me wide.

His eyes went on my breast once again and I saw him wet his lips using his tongue before biting it. So fucking sexy. I felt hot all over with what he did, it was like I felt his mouth on my breasts, licking and biting on my nipple. He have that effect on me and it’s too amazing! Yael looked so fuckable. “That is unfair, Yael!” Xander complained. “The lady asked, it’s not my fault you are stunned like a virgin.” Yael shrugged. Xander looked pissed and even more from seeing Yael’s reaction. I smirked.

"Our shy little bank hostage is a wild woman. Sucking off a driver while being f*cked by the passenger. I think she likes living dangerously." I hum in agreement, the vibrations of my lips around Ryder's base making him twitch. His warm, sweet come fills my mouth, and I swallow it at once, giving him a lasting, cleaning lick as I pull away. Ryder keeps his grip on my hair, trading a look between the road ahead and my face while Dante's thrusts become more aggressive as he builds toward a peak. "Brother, you should see her face when you're f*cking her," Ryder gasps, steadying me by my hair while Dante recklessly knocks into my ass again and again and again— "She's definitely coming right now.

I had dreamt about her on her knees with her bratty mouth on me, her tongue on me, and then the thing that made me hardest of all, her tongue on my ass while the rest of my family ruined her from behind. And now it was finally happening. The library still smelled of cum, sweat, spit, and her arousal. That scent was thick enough to choke on. Layla was on the rug in front of the table, on her hands and knees, her body was a shaking ruin. Silas’s cum and Arthur’s were still leaking out of her used cunt in slow, filthy streams. Damian’s release was drying on her inner thighs from where he had taken her ass. Julian’s and Arthur’s cum marked her face and throat. My own cum was painted over her tit

Sandy could perceive her own pheromones. "You know," Sandy giggled, the wine making her bold, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. "I’ve actually... I’ve had these thoughts. These wild fantasies. About being handled. Really roughly. By... well, by multiple men. Like a total exhibitionist." She paused, her eyes widening as the words hung in the air. She gave a nervous laugh. "But I’m just kidding, obviously! I don't think I could actually do that. I’m too small. I don't think I could take... well, you know. That much. I’d probably die."

She says smugly. I pull her onto my lap, “After the other night at Shameless, I learned a few things. One, I learned that you are hot as fuck when you let go and make out with someone else… and two, I get turned on when others see you and know that they can’t have you the way I get to have you. You should have seen the men that were salivating at the sight of your greedy pussy taking all my fingers the way it was. I bet you didn’t notice the few that had their own cocks out and were stroking them as their eyes were glued to your gorgeous cunt.”

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chunk contains explicit 21+ sexual content, graphic oral sex continuation, fingering, penetration, and psychological dominance. Proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature material. Yumi was still trembling when Yeohan finally pulled his mouth from her. Her thighs were wet with saliva and slick, her chest heaving, nipples hard from overstimulation. He looked up at her, lips and chin shining with her release. His eyes were darker now, no hint of the aloof distance he usually carried.