Byakuya Togami X Reader Novels & Stories

I never thought anyone could beat me at my own game, but Hiroshi Yagami had done it with flying colors. He looked at me with a sly smile, then stood up to greet the men, and Amaya had a horrified look on her face. It was as if she hadn't expected this, which told me that I had to stop making decisions for her, but I wouldn't be the one to tell her that. She had to react on her own because even I would end up deciding for her as it suited me.

Ryuzaki snapped his fingers right in front of Amino’s face, “you don’t have to worry. I will help you. You can go all the way with her, smelling closer, taking in Shadow’s scent.” Amino swallowed his thick saliva, his throat moved up and down and Adam’s apple bobbed. His brain had imagined Elijah under him and the scent spread all over the mattress, filling the room. Expecting that that scent embraced his whole body. “Oh ho!” Ryuzaki the bulge inside the trousers grew bigger and he couldn’t be more impressed than now. “How… What did you…” Again, Amino didn’t know what to do. Ryuzaki's provocation did a number on him, stimulating his whole body. “Do something.”

She liked the roughness. Takumo dropped to his knees. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. His mouth found her wet center. He licked and sucked with force. Takiari grabbed his hair. She rocked against his face. Her loud moans filled the garden. He stood up and turned her around. Her hands pressed against the pillar. Takumo entered her from behind in one strong thrust. He took her fast and deep. His hips slapped against her. Takiari pushed back to meet every stroke.

Feeling their breath blowing over each other faces. “Well, you will just get a faster way to solve this case” this only made Ren roll his eyes in response. Signing in response moving away from his face running his fingers through his hair. “Ugh, you really can’t read the room do you?” Ren asked placing his hand upon the table still looking at Yamaga. “I just dont waste my energy to read the useless rooms?” Yamaga said with the bored expression on his face, “Ugh then forget about his past and stuff the world doesn’t even know about-”

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

“First we fuck, then after, I give you a good massage. What do you say, Sorahiko?” Wait— “You want to do this again?”. Just the thought of it splits my mind— a part of me feels strangely proud at the thought of him wanting me, and the other feels…relieved. Because he wants to do this again. Miyamura wants to sleep with me again— me, Hagakure Sorahiko, a low-class omega. Someone like me. A nobody. Miyamura’s hands stay steady at my spine as he leans in, one finger trails slowly upward. Goosebumps flare across my skin.

"W-What... W-WHAT?!" "I know you like him," Tomoya laid his back against the back pillows, carefully placing the grimoire on his crossed legs. "You're much easier to read than this," he pointed the book. "Anyone can see through you and your emotions. Theresa didn't retort as she has already grasped what Tomoya is trying to say. Her eyes unconsciously looked at Takumi who's standing idly at the balcony, watching the sun slowly rising from the horizon. The man reads and analyzes human behavior. He must have seen her confidential feelings most immediately just with an eye contraction.

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.