Diabolik Lovers Smut Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

I bravely ask, even though I could feel the tension and the goosebumps all through my body. " Did he touch you?" Liam asks while breathing heavily and sniffing my body." But I told you didn't I? I told you no other man can touch you after me?! And what did you do, you didn't listen. " " You think so highly of yourself... You're just an arrogant, self-obsessed.., crazy. Only for your kind of person.." " I can't believe you do exactly what I tell you not to.., and crazy... You haven't seen anything yet sweetheart. Next time I see him I'm gonna rip his face in two pieces, and serve it on a plate for you. "

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

he said then finally left. Lorenzo chuckled, "Damn Dr. Smith. Does he really think not locking the door could stop us?" he tilted his head on me. I smirked, and without a word, I pulled him to continue our one of a heck hot kissing session. Our setup was sick. I know. We kiss and we fuck, but we still cheat on each other. If one soul would learn about it, I'm pretty certain he or she would ask why can't we just marry and be loyal to each other. But that was also the big question I kept on asking to myself. So, how can I answer that if ever?

The provocative scenes played out before him, igniting his fervent desire to bring her most lascivious fantasies to life. "Fuck my cunt," she moaned, her voice a seductive blend of desire and surrender, leaving no room for ambiguity. "Make me cream on your cock. I've never been so consumed with wetness for anyone else. You are my fucking master, and this cunt is yours, completely and unreservedly. Please, I beg of you, make me reach the peak of ecstasy, make me shudder and quake upon your big, throbbing member. I am yours, your devoted and insatiable slut." Her words reverberated through the core of Giovanni's being, intensifying the flames of his lust and pushing him perilously close to the

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

Roger: "This is so exciting, Lily! They're all swapping around!" Lily: "Oh this is brave from the Brits, Roger. They've gone for a modified Stockholm Configuration. Vicky is using her adept right hand to masturbate Chanarong furiously while she holds his head against her magnificent bosom. The two suckers, Sarah and Jemma, are flicking their tongues over his glans. Catherine, the Reamist, continues her stalwart tonguing of his butt. And, in a courageous and unconventional move, Katy Fletcher-Hampton is sucking both of his balls, an area usually reserved for the Suckers."

He punctuated his words with a rub, the hardness in his groin evident against her backside. Diana's knees trembled as she walked over to the new couch. Turning to face him, she undid the clips that held her clothes together, and they fell in a silken heap on the floor. With glowing eyes, he regarded her, and her nipples puckered at his look. Sensual longing filled her veins. She draped herself on the couch, one leg bent with her foot on the floor, exposing her to his view. His eyes immediately turned smoldering, which, in turn, made her wet. With quick strides, he came to her, his impatient hands ripping his own clothing away 'til he covered her, skin to skin. He kissed her roughly, his sinu

…Mirabelle POV… Damien is absolutely sinful and as I lay here next to him, I see that beautiful smile on his face that I have grown to love. "Damien, I would say good morning, but we do not sleep. And if we could sleep, then I would say we did not sleep." "Why on earth, my beloved?" "Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself." "I am only showing you love, my beloved. The love of a Devil." "I am tending more to lust."

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”