Koro-sensei X Reader Novels & Stories

Driving into me with that perfect mix of raw power and control until the world shattered around me, waves of ecstasy crashing through every nerve, pulling him over the edge with me as he buried his face in my neck, groaning my name like a prayer while we trembled together. He held me through the aftershocks, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, murmuring how perfect we fit as he lifted me down gently, wrapping me in his arms right there amid the scattered cake crumbs. This was us—rekindled, unbreakable. *** Hey everyone, Hope you liked the chapter Please like, comment and review, and tell me your favourite part Love, Sora

"I just want the pain to stop. I want the hunger to go away." "The hunger is the only honest thing you have left," Kora whispered. She reached out, her fingers grazing Rhea’s jaw. Her touch wasn't hot like Ash’s. it was cool, sliding over Rhea’s skin like silk. "The Alphas offer you a throne of dirt. I offer you a ritual of the senses. A way to embrace the Ruin so it no longer hurts." "How?" Rhea asked, her eyes fixed on the silver bowl. "Drink," Kora commanded softly. "And let me show you what you truly crave."

He stepped toward me again to toy with me, the tips of his fingers slowly tracing down my throat to my collarbone, making me shiver. Suddenly, the tent flap was violently ripped open. The cold rain poured into the entrance, revealing Korr standing in the opening. He froze, his dark eyes instantly locking onto Damon’s hand on my bare skin and the close, heavy spacing of our hips. The sheer, suffocating fury that washed over Korr's face made the entire room turn dead silent.

I cocked my head to the right side, giving him as much access as he’d need, and he pressed his hand into my right, just above my head. “Mine,” I heard, sending my body into a complete state of heightened awareness. Every hair covering my skin stood on edge, and my body reacted on its own. My right leg raised and wrapped around him, my left hand gripped roughly at his thin shirt, wanting him closer. Coral purred in my chest, completely vibrating our entire body. “Mine,” I heard into the air, not even realizing it came from my lips. A sharp sting hit my neck and I cried out in shock, but Coral was already calming me. I felt him sucking our essence, our blood and then a new sensation of tingles

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Kora!” “What?” she shrugged. “Finn drama always has at least a small chance of leading to accidental makeouts.” She shrugged. “It was Elijah.” I groaned, shaking off the last makeout session Kora had decided to remind me off. “Oh.” Kora walked in, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed into the armchair. “Same thing, Timber drama: deluxe edition.” She had a cookie halfway to her mouth when she paused and looked at me, really looked at me.

My eyes move backward, as my body convulsed from the million bolts of sensation running through my body whenever he hits my sensitive clitoris. “Ughh, ahhh! Alpha Dexion, it still sensitive… Please!” I tried to push his head away, but he wrapped his arms in my both legs and made me open it wider. “What? What do you want, Cora?” He knelt down between my parted legs, looking at my whole body lying naked on his mattress full of his scent. “Should we stop?” My lips parted, I almost voice my aggressive protest to his suggestion. It's fortunate that I stop myself for another embarrassment, “I… I just need time to relax myself… y-you don't to stop, alpha Dexion.”

She pushed open a heavy oak door that led to the eastern training terrace, expecting to find the frost-roses she had heard about. Instead, she found a wall of heat. Korven was alone, his back to the door as he went through a series of slow, meditative forms with a pair of short blades. He was shirtless despite the morning chill, his muscles rippling with a fluid, practiced ease. Every movement was a study in controlled power. Liora froze. It wasn't a romantic realization. It was a physical assault.

He presses them against his tongue, sucking slowly, never breaking eye contact as he waits for Sorahiko to react. “W-Why would you e-even…?”. “Look at me, Sorahiko…”. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth, enjoying the wet sound it makes. “Finishing and leaving me like this would be cruel, wouldn’t you say?”. Sorahiko in turn seems to shrink into the bed in utter mortification. His gaze reluctantly shifts to Miyamura and his…hard-on— his very naked and very eye-catching hard-on, which Sorahiko had somehow not noticed before.

One of the benefits that came with being a spell caster was the ability to read people, and despite my impatient nature, the second my intuition poked me towards anyone’s odd behavior, I was quick to observe them patiently and figure out the cause. Luckily, Kai was one of the few persons that I’d become an expert at reading because I’d started to read him the second I got my gifts. I’d been observing his behavior around Cora and towards things that concerned her for the past few days and I absolutely hated the conclusion I’d drawn up. I hated that my readings had led me to realize that Kai felt something for Cora, I wasn't sure what exactly it was…. A heightened form of attraction? Some twis