Chigiri X Reader Novels & Stories

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re reading this part right now, I want to use this medium to thank you for choosing to read this book, it means a lot to me. Your support is very paramount and I’d appreciate it if you drop comments and votes. Giving feedback makes me feel seen and inspires me to write better chapters. Note: I promised to tell the story of Guilia and Vladimir, so here it is. It can be read as a stand-alone. TRIGGERS This book contains imagery that a few readers might find disconcerting. Things like bullying, strong language, explicit scenes (highly consensual) are strongly present in most chapters.

"You'll always be mine." Maybe I could just put in the tip? Chiara moves again, and this time, she rubs herself on my hard cock. With a curse, I ease myself into her, letting out a groan as her sweet, tight, hotness sheathed me. Chiara releases a soft moan, as if encouraging me, and I turn us over, pinning her underneath me. Her eyes are still closed, but her eye lids are shaky, as if she's trying to wake up from a dream or trying to convince herself that what she is feeling is a dream.

Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally have the highest libi—" I'm blushing hard now, trying not to look at him "You're shouting, Coco" But he's still talking like he's not listening to me "But hell, it's so good! Anyway, I want you to read it to me because I read just the smut but I think the storyline is quite alright, just not interested in reading it" Cream speaks this time "Is it not a bit silly to read books based on you?" Chocolate rolls his eyes "Of course not, it's not like I blame them for thinking I'm the hottes

“If your wolf is so entirely self-reliant, why did you send an encrypted link demanding my coordinates and telling me you hungered for my scent?” Chika’s lips parted, his pulse visibly spiking against his throat as his vulnerability bled into the air. “My wolf... genuinely craved your presence in that moment,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. I fixed my silver gaze onto his face, refusing to let him break the connection. Under my unwavering, dominant scrutiny, a deep crimson warmth flooded Chika's neck, rapidly spreading to the tips of his ears as his inner wolf surrendered to the intensity of my stare. I finally leaned closer, murmuring, “Chika, don't tell me your heart has succumb