Keigo Takami X Reader Novels & Stories

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

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.

My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping

– Tsuki said red, but at that time, that was his role. - Are you okay now, can you walk? – Kurayami questioned him, after some time in the bathtub. - Now yes. – Tsuki said, with his back on the man's lap, he was 1.79, but the man behind him was a magma statue. They looked at each other when Kurayami kissed him again. - Let's have another meeting, maybe we'll spend the day together, I'll do a role play some time later and invade a country during some of my meetings, we can have sex while the heroes fight with my soldiers, in addition to other secret meetings. – Kurayami said.

He gifts Kagami his table first day he moves into the dorms. Banshee: A metal band, but the screaming has toned down under Kagami's supervision so it's digestable. Akemi - a girl with an abrasive personality, she doesn't realize she should be toning that down around people she likes. She knows she is attractive. Harbored feelings for their old guitar player and now seems to have come to accept Kagami. She has the voice of an angel. She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The kiss is deep, passionate—sudden enough to catch her completely off guard. Her breath hitches against his lips; her hands come up instinctively, one gripping the front of his hoodie, the other finding his wrist like an anchor. Inside the house, through the kitchen window, Keiko freezes mid-wipe of a plate. Takeshi glances over her shoulder, eyebrows lifting, then a slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. Keiko whispers, amused: **Keiko:** “Well… that’s one way to say goodbye.” Takeshi chuckles softly.

The swollen head leaked a steady bead of precum that soaked through the silk. Yuna Takahashi, 27, a renowned Kyoto calligrapher with porcelain skin and long raven hair, arrived at dusk. Her deep brown eyes met his, and her smooth, hairless pussy clenched hard. Thick, slippery arousal flooded her tight slit instantly, soaking her thin silk panties and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. No greetings. No small talk. Kael crossed the tatami in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her into a brutal kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he shoved her kimono open, exposing her full, soft breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples until she moaned desperately into him.

Yep, a hopeless romantic. Keito, on the other hand, was the quiet type, being 5'11. He doesn't talk much unless he thinks it's necessary and still believes in being a gentleman. But, secretly under his intimidating exterior is a total anime and manga lover and cosplayer. Everything in his room is anime related from his walls, bookshelf, computer, and even his bed and floor. The only thing missing is his ceiling. “Sorry about that, Takumi.” Keito apologized. “Nah, Tak-kun doesn't mind at all. Right?” Ichiya threw his arm around Takumi's shoulders.

Anger without a release is a dangerous heat. Thiago saw me and gave that small smug smile. “You came,” he said. “Bring the book.” I took two steps closer. Sean stayed on my left, tight. I didn’t like the group of men watching. They leaned with rifles, casual but ready. Thiago pulled Tamara’s face up with the butt of his gun, like he wanted to parade her. He kissed her in front of me the way a man might stamp on something someone else valued. He said it loud enough for everyone — slow, ugly. “She tastes divine.”