Hazbin Hotel Harem X Male Reader Wattpad の小説・ストーリー

I guessed that the small door nearby led to a bathroom. The place might be simple, but for me it was a luxury, and when I checked the books, I was not surprised to see that they were books about the Equilibrium Order. That one bored me a lot because I already knew all I needed to know about it, so I turned around, and when I saw one of the feline shifters outside the room, I didn't hesitate to approach. “Where are my things?” I asked him seriously, and he turned to look at me.

Hunter, 22 He is her Stepson, not by choice but by the marriage of his father, his father's second marriage. Before that fateful day at the altar, they meet in a random coffee bar, its attraction at first sight, hearts colliding....not knowing how one day later their lives will change and intertwine with each other forever..... *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Dear Doctor Introduction: 20 year old Lara goes to a therapist for her problem. He is a charismatic, devilish handsome man with deep blue eyes to die for! But also a good listener and very caring!

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

I snap at him. He continues anyway. “One of the brothers is not fully wolf,” he says. “He is a hybrid.” My mind starts racing. “And he is the one you are most compatible with as a mate.” “What?” I gasp at his words, right now my eyes feels like popping out of their sockets. “The bond he has with you is stronger than the others,” he explains. My breathing becomes uneven. “Which one?” I ask desperately. “Please tell me which one.” I try to think. Gunnar is cold and terrifying. Cane is unpredictable.

Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

“Tomorrow you’re going to text her,” he said later, stroking my hair while I lay on his chest. “You’re going to ask how she’s doing. And while you type every word, my cum is going to be leaking out of you into her old panties. And you’re going to love it.” I did exactly what he told me. I hated how much I loved it. Two weeks in, I stopped pretending this was temporary. He started leaving things at my place—a spare toothbrush, a black hoodie that smelled like him, a spare charger. I started leaving the door unlocked after 11 p.m. so he could walk straight in. We stopped talking about Claire except when he used her name to make me wetter.

I whispered, and he did, thrusting back inside me slow and deep, fucking me lazy this time, kissing me while he moved, making me cum twice more before we finally stopped, too exhausted to keep going. Later, when we snuck downstairs separate, acting like nothing happened, Emily was still there, chatting with Mum in the living room. She looked up when Haiden walked in, smiling bright. "Hey, text me about that surfing thing?" He glanced at me quick, then back at her, shrugging casual. "Yeah, maybe. Been busy lately." I sat down across the room, thighs pressed tight, feeling his cum still inside me, and smiled to myself because I knew the truth. He was mine, at least for now, and I was not letti

“Told you.” Maya’s cheeks burned. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Of course I am,” Zoe whispered, low enough that only Maya heard. “And so are you.” The truth was, Maya’s pulse hadn’t slowed since the moment Zoe clicked Go Live. Her body thrummed with nerves and a strange, dangerous excitement. Zoe kissed her again, firmer this time, pulling Maya’s body toward hers. The slip rode higher on Maya’s thighs. Someone in the chat noticed immediately: “Spread those legs, babygirl.” “Touch her!” “Red lace, take control!”

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WARNING : THIS IS A MxM work of fiction (MALE x MALE fantasy romance) Please don't read it if you're against same-sex relationships or came here to leave hate. I WILL read comments and respond to every bit of hostility, filth, and disrespect towards the LGBTQ+ community. You CAN and absolutely SHOULD complain about my inability to write, but I won't tolerate hate speech towards loving people. ONLY 18+ READERS. The book contains violence, triggering content, foul language, graphic descriptions of nudity, and sexual content. I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. You’re warned too, gentlemen, I see you ;)