Dabi X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

Lena’s breath hitched when his hand trailed down her stomach and went straight to her throbbing apex. He suddenly pulled back. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice sending shivers down Lena’s spine. Her lashes fluttered open. She hadn't even realized that she had involuntarily closed her eyes at the face of the intense pleasure. She slowly lifted her gaze, meeting his dark brown orbs. His gaze was intense, heated with passion. Without further warning, Damien brushed his finger along her opening, pausing at the swollen tip of her clit, making Lena bite her lip in pleasure.

It's no doubt that Abigail has a kind of natural hate towards her. Kissing her teeth, she tapped her pen on the tablet in an attempt to put her mind back to work. Her phone rang distracting her. Darby reached for the phone and a small unconscious smile appeared on her face at the caller's ID. She answered the phone after clearing her throat. ‘Hi.’ She mumbled. Leo moved a bit on the other end. ‘How are you doing, Darby?’ Darby hummed. ‘I'm okay. How about you?’ ‘I feel great.’

It was intoxicating to watch him unravel beneath me. Then, a thought crossed my mind—bold, reckless, but undeniable. I’d read about this in those R18 books I’d secretly devoured late at night. Summoning my courage, I leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of him. His reaction was instant. Damien’s body jolted as though struck by lightning. “Fuck—what did you just do?” he growled, his voice strained, his breathing ragged. Yet, there was no complaint, only raw desire.

He pulled Damien towards him and say on Damien's seat and asked him to bend over, facing the desk, of which Dame obliged. ‎“Sweet boy, do you have any lube in here?” Eli asked while massaging and teasing Dame's hole. ‎Eli pressed his tongue to Dame's asshole causing a moan and an incoherent response from Dame, “ngggghhh.... I—I d..d..do d.daddy.” ‎“Give it to me sweet boy,” Eli taunted. ‎Damien fumbled trying to open his drawer for the lube. He finally got it and passed it to Eli.

He tries a few times, same reaction "I… I can't. I just… can't…” he says after the twelfth fail, stepping back. His face is red, he is sweating. As he is still thinking of what to, another healer- Healer Danabel- walks in “Holy cow!” she freezes when she sees me. Everyone in this pack knows that Danabel is a season lesbian even though she always tries to deny it. I guess this is one proof now. Danabel runs inside, her breast suddenly very perky. She cannot even stand a quarter of my scent.

His licking produced a lewd sound, it gave the atmosphere a romantic and erotic air. “Hnng, Liam…” Davi was trembling at every touch of Liam’s tongue, the little nibbling of his lips was enough for him to shudder, he was ready to give in to Liam. “The gift, accept it.” Liam ran his hand to Davi’s nape, the sensitive part where the omega’s gland was located, “Accept it, darling.” He pinched it and rubbed it enough for Davi to weaken.

Abigail moaned. Damien ripped off his jeans, throwing them back into their bedroom, followed by his black briefs. Abigail's blue eyes sparkled in the candle light. She licked her lips as he strolled to the tub. Steam rose off the water. He sighed as he sank into the warmth across from her. Abigail's leg dived under water, her foot sliding up his thigh to his cock. The fatigue of the hunt washed away from Damien as her foot caressed his dick. He sighed, leaning back his head as her foot stroked his shaft, her toes caressing the tip.

“Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!” “Daddyyy!” I squealed. I'd thought I'd still had a ways to go... but that was before I felt that huge, hot load bursting into my insides! Daddy was doing it! He was really doing it! I screamed and kicked, reflexively trying to escape the unbelievable intensity of what Daddy was making me feel! I grasped at the sheets, clawed my nails into Daddy's back. He pinned me down, wave after wave of Daddy's hot, incestuous cum filling me up, flooding into my fertile, unprotected womb! I bit his collarbone, much too hard... but it was either that, or scream straight into his ear. It was indescribable... even better than last time! And Daddy just kept thrusting, over and

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

The piece that still melted when he called me his good girl. “I need to know everything,” I whispered. “No pretty lies.” Damien released my wrists and stepped back. He opened the bottom drawer fully and pulled out three more thick journals bound in black leather. He handed them to me. “Read.” I sat in his desk chair, legs weak, and opened the first one. The entries grew more intimate, more unhinged. *She moaned my name in the shower today. Not Alex’s. Mine. I nearly broke the door down. Restraint is becoming painful. She will learn soon that her pleasure belongs to me.*