Yami Sukehiro X Reader Novels & Stories

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

“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.

CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

“Do you like that?” “Yes!” I cried. “Good to know.” He removed his hand and flipped me over onto my back so I could see him. He was sucking on his fingers with relish. “You taste incredible.” He spread my legs. “You look amazing. Good enough to eat.” He tipped his head. “Would you like that, Wolfie?” “Yes.” I whispered. “Please.” “As you wish.” He dived between my legs. He began to suck and nibble on me, his sharp teeth digging into just the right spot… Then as I came close again, he sat up. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?”

I cocked a brow, mildly baffled. “I think that's between you two. If you talk to her, and she agrees, then go ahead and turn her.” Henri shrugged, causing my frown to deepen. “In fact, she’ll be ecstatic to be marked by you,” he added, his voice devoid of emotions. This made me spiral more into puzzlement. “How do you know that she'd be ecstatic?” “Her solo project that we worked on together was based on werewolves and their mates. Her curiosity led her to ask a lot of hypothetical questions, and she ended up admitting that she would like to be our mate, if it was possible,” Henri explained calmly.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

The moment my body pressed against his, the cedar scent enveloped me like a tidal wave, along with the subdued dominance characteristic of the Lycan bloodline. My wolf let out a contented purr. But the explosion never came. Until the man's cool voice came from beneath me. "There won't be an explosion as you think." "What?" I was taken aback, looking down to meet his deep-set eyes again. My figure was clearly reflected in his golden vertical pupils. "The bomb has been tampered with. Even if the time comes, it won't explode," Cyrus said. "You knew about the bomb all along?" I was shocked.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.

Eli guided him with teasing pressure, whispers, and soft touches, creating a rhythm of dominance and submission that mirrored both their emotional and physical connection. Hours passed in a seamless blend of passion and trust. Damian allowed himself to fully surrender to Eli’s grounding influence, letting the human connection take precedence over the extraordinary. Every touch, every moan, every shared breath deepened their trust, reinforcing the balance between power, vulnerability, and desire. Finally, they collapsed together, bodies entwined, pulse and heartbeat perfectly synchronized. Damian pressed a gentle kiss to Eli’s temple, his glow dimming to a steady, calm blue. “Whatever comes n

He was then, with his groans, gasps and screams rising amidst the flames that came out of his body enveloping them, when he in his thrusts that he pounded in and out of him pounding hard, the Suzaku demon was pulling at his lips and kissing and he beat and rhythmic and strong and deep and fast. Then he came inside him and Tsuki Miki himself came at the same time, when he came out of him he turned Tsuki Miki on his side lying down turned him put him on his side and on his back, holding his chest and lifting his left leg sideways over his leg, he was then thrusting his pelvis and kissing the back of his neck pulling his face biting his neck and he hit that angle and being rewarded by moans and