Tomura Shigaraki X Reader Novels & Stories

“First we fuck, then after, I give you a good massage. What do you say, Sorahiko?” Wait— “You want to do this again?”. Just the thought of it splits my mind— a part of me feels strangely proud at the thought of him wanting me, and the other feels…relieved. Because he wants to do this again. Miyamura wants to sleep with me again— me, Hagakure Sorahiko, a low-class omega. Someone like me. A nobody. Miyamura’s hands stay steady at my spine as he leans in, one finger trails slowly upward. Goosebumps flare across my skin.

He arches my back; it’s a miracle I don’t break in two. My body flares with awareness at what he’s doing. He’s taking in the scent of my cleft. Sweet Jesus. Who does that? No one except Shark. Who the hell is this man? By some twisted pleasure, I rock my waist up, silently giving him permission to smell more of me. He groans, the vibrations ghosting over my body. He throws his head back, slowly inhaling like he sniffed coke. His shoulders vibrate. The energy crackles and flares. He brings his eyes down at me, his blue depth shining like he’s possessed.

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Inside, the food was arranged like a fiscal report: Rice balls cut into perfect cubes Tamagoyaki, each slice identical in thickness (margin of error < 1mm) Cherry tomatoes aligned by sweetness levels, left to right While eating, she casually flipped through a book titled: “M&A for Kids.” Takuto: “…” She’s not a normal child. No way. As he processed the shock, Misaki suddenly turned. Her eyes locked onto his. “Want a bite?” she asked sweetly, lifting a slice of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks. “Special rate—just tell me what stocks you’ve been watching.” Takuto shot up. “I’M FULL!!”

“Dude, you look miserable. You need a girlfriend.” Tamashi looks up from the book he was reading, looking visibly irritated. “Can you stop trying to make a me a womanizer for one second? I’m actually trying to finish this book.” “Is it a romance?” “None of your business.” “Ooh, let me see. Is the dude in this story just as boring as you?” “DUDE, let go-“ As Tamashi and his overbearing friend wrestle for the book, a girl sits down in the desk behind Tamashi.

Inima's POV I moaned and gasped at how Scar slurped, licked, and suck my clit. "S-Scar..." "Baby, stay still. You need to feel this before I fuck you. Because I can't promise to be gentle with you..." he told me enticingly. That tripled the lust building up inside of me. Scar enjoyed eating me. All I did was toss my head from left to right, curl my toes, and then moan too loud. I'll just have to deal with Shintara by tomorrow. I just want him all for me at this time.

Even as he gives his cock a small kiss and rips off the rest of his clothes, he throws her beside him and sucks his cock with her levitating body stuck to the wall, where he captures Tsuki Miki 's lips. In which just when Tsuki Miki asks them to protest he groans and starts screaming louder and louder with the ministrations he groans and squirms and screams louder and louder, moans and screams, with Hashaf 's tongue alternating between sliding and vibrating around his penis, and immediately realizes that he cannot move his arms or lift his legs.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

Takeru stroked the girl's hair who was trembling with pleasure, he whispered in her ear seductive words: "I thought I had lost you..." “What did you say?” She frowned, not understanding what this black-haired man meant by that statement. “Hm, you don't have to worry. If the Minato kid can't satisfy you, let me satisfy you, okay?" "I don't know you!" Maris seriously affirmed. She had never met Takeru and didn't know him until he named himself. And she has no interest in being locked in a room making dolls to satisfy the lust of men, especially men with the last name Akazaka and brother Minato. Her life must have been very dark when she was raped by her younger brother and now her brother

Takiari cried out with pleasure and pain. Mikashi and Aridoari watched with wide eyes. They felt heat between their own legs. Takumo pulled Takiari’s red hair as he thrust deeper. “You are mine,” he growled. “Say it.” “I am yours,” Takiari answered. Her voice shook. He reached around and rubbed her sensitive spot. Takiari climaxed quickly. Her body squeezed him tight. Takumo pulled out and turned her around. He kissed her again. This time the kiss was softer.