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nanami teaching his gf how to touch herself........i have feelings for him 😭😭

☰ cw: fem. reader, nanami talks you through it, 18+

nanami would be so gentle,

you‘re laid back against his chest, chewing on your lip as he‘s got your legs all sprawled out. his cologne scent hit you hard— like a truck, wearing nothing but some shorts with pretty underwear underneath, the same color that matched your bra.

“it‘s okay. i‘ll show you, sweetheart.” he‘d hum in a soft gruff tone.

“okay—”

you muttered, feeling him gently wrap a hand around your wrist. nanami went slow, making you trail your own hand down, down, down, from up to your chest— from your tummy, until he reached between your thighs.

he stops once he reaches near your thighs, you hear him chuckle against your ear and before you realize it, you were already soaked to proximity.

the mood was set just right, dim— candles were lit as you were in the shared bedroom with your boyfriend, rubbing your glossed lips together before letting off a tiny sigh, feeling your middle finger slowly insert inside.

“nice and . . slow, baby.” he coos, warm minty breath against your neck. “good girl, like that.” you almost let off a whine from not only the stimulation— but his praises too, you were wet, drenched there was no denying that. “push in and out, not too fast yet, okay . . ?”

you nodded, and nanami brings a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“need to hear that pretty voice before we go any further.” he softly breathes, his hand still gently and firmly holding onto your slightly trembling wrist.

you swallow back the lump in your throat before speaking in a near whiney voice. “i— um, okay nanami. keep teaching me how to— touch myself, please…”

“of course,” he replies. you‘re head‘s spinning as he‘s guiding you— guiding your fingers, you even manage to slip another one in now after a few seconds and moan after moan came.

as your digits deepened, the edges of your fingers skimmed against your clit, near your labia. you were sensitive, it was cute the way your head slumped back against nanami. “how cute. is it too much?”

“n—no..” you panted, feeling your leg starting to shake. your inner walls were merely being massaged by your fingers and it was an indescribable feeling. squelch after squelch, it wasn’t long before you started to feel your right thigh start to bounce— a tiny gasp leaving your lips.

nanami hums. “good,” and as you‘re playing with yourself on your own— he smiles, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. “now, try to feel for your g-spot, princess. press a little deeper and you‘ll feel it.”

within a few minutes you whine— feeling exactly the spot he described, fingers slightly curling and it feels damp, nearly soft and plump. “i— i feel it, kento… f—fuckkk.”

“i know, i know,” he whispers in a hushed tone. nanami’s got his hands away from you now, just one hand gripped onto your hip— another rubbing against your thigh that continued to shake and jolt against the fat mattress. “hey. talk to me, do you feel close, baby?”

“…y—yes....” you whimpered, lip quivering. eyes of yours nearly started to roll back to the very depths of your skull. it felt so good, you could nearly taste your incoming release, nodding at your reply. “m' close kento— close…”

the smile on his soft curved lips pressed a little more. “hmm. you are? gonna be a good girl and make a little mess for me?” and he kisses the back of your forehead. “it‘s okay, princess. make yourself cum for me.”

“k—kento,” you babbled, using your whole wrist to pleasure yourself. the very back of your head rubbed against him and he smiles. a pool of pressure‘s building up, you whimper again and again before you came— making such a mess on your own fingers, legs spasming and your climax rings throughout your own ears. “my—god..”

he grins cheekily, blond eyebrows raising, as a mere tease. “look at you,” and he holds your wrist again, making you remove your fingers from inside of you— staring at the lewdness of your own slick coming from your fingers.

“so dirty and it was only your first time touching yourself,” and nanami hums, turning your head to the left just a little to kiss you— a quick second peck before muttering. “how does one more time sound, baby? how about you let your boyfriend do all the work this time, hm?”

forget touya’s flames this is way hotter.

(BHNA) REAL MAN.

𝜗𝜚 TOUYA TODOROKI: 𝓑LOOD SAGE.

a/n: [fem!reader] touya meet not-so-cute 🤍 for @seneon the only touyalvr ever and @katsukistofu's fav fire hazard 😔✊!!

a cold wisp floods the concrete path, tickling your ankles through your thick boots. deafening music mixes with distant police sirens and train blares, loud synthesisers muffle between agape windows and violent yet causal chatter. bustling, late-night city life pulsates through your ears.

you aloofly roam past unique, ominous quirks with boomboxes and strobe lights, knives and blades as if it’s purely a walk in the park. instead of cute dogs they were rabid, probably radioactive creatures. instead of lush trees, there were blinding neon lights. there was probably cursed chemicals concocted in the air too, but if it didn’t kill you, who cares? did everyone just come to forget how easy villain life can be, if you just— made it look easy?

the concrete beneath you is damp, puddles of water in every dent and crease of the ground, water trickling off stall roofs and rain runs down your cheek. the cold winter breeze makes it difficult for a nearby crook to light his cigarette, causing him to throw it on the ground, mercilessly crushing the warm cigarette butt with his heel.

you watch as the rando does his work, slowly proceeding to walk along. you find yourself a couple buildings away from the man, looking up at the flickering, slanted sign that read: “SIX TO MIDNIGHT.” the light on all the vowels faded out.

“watch it, doll.”

you turn around and your eyes meet a pair of vibrant turquoise ones. —what’d he just call me?

the mysterious ravenette chuckles before he sees your fists slightly clench, but facial expression remain the same.

“woah. touched a nerve there.” to then gently shoving you out of the doorway, palms heating up; leaving ash on your shoulder before slipping through. you lose him in the crowd within the classy bar, the scent of alcohol with strong cologne filling your senses and gag reflex at the tip of your tongue.

get the money, get out.

your client is one of the most successful and most popular in the area, but at what cost? payment pickup at the worst, most crowed bar, only available at the peak number of drinkers and villains, at the smack-bang very centre of the bar. being one of the best assassins had its perks, and this definitely wasn't one of them.

can’t believe i beat ass just for a little gain in a pig's den.

you never felt the need to grab a beverage while your inside though. you just feel the need to get in and out as fast as possible every time, so how could this time be any different?

his turquoise eyes haven’t left you. that's what.

his piercing yet agile gaze remains on your figure. he didn’t stand out in height, nor costume. but what slightly piqued your interest was his burnt flesh stuck together with staples and oh don’t forget his undeniably enchanting, teal eyes.

you decide to ignore it, but why can't you bring yourself to take the last step out the door? the money is in your hand, the bar’s atmosphere is still lingering with alcohol, and your first impression didn't seem close to a fairytale.

was this that stupid gut feeling of danger heroes have when their sixth sense ignites? oh please, forgive me for thinking it's a fleeting romance.

a dim purple light shades an area in a nearby corner, instantly attracting your on-edge figure. naturally pivoting to the nearest empty seat, the unsettling feeling seeps in as you manspread, taking as much space as you could crossing your legs. your gloved arms reclined on the backrest behind you, sighing as this funny feeling echoes through your head. the leg beneath the one you crossed it over begins to bounce by habit. you brush loose droplets of rain off your shoulder. your mind runs to places. your hands tightly grip th-

"our first encounter was pretty abrupt, huh, doll? slow dance it out on the floor?"

you quickly react to the same mysterious man who once had his eyes glued on you, now in front of you. you cockily smirk before retorting,

"no one ever taught you to be a real man, huh, handsome?"

he chuckles as he extends his hand, brushing the end of his coat as it drifts behind him. your gloved hand that once tightly gripped the backboard of the seat instinctually clasps his. he promptly pulls you up, finding yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other lightly laced with his. his other hand finds its respectable spot on your waist, fingers sprawled against your plush side.

"what should i call you, hm?" she stares at his lips before her glare moves up to his eyes.

their bodies were so close and nearing to pressing each other. this was not a good rep for a prestigious assassin like you. the proximity clicks your senses back on finer than before, his sage cologne fusing with the scent of blood and smoke.

"touya. you?"

"pretty name, touya. couldn't keep your eyes off me before?"

"you're a peculiar one, aren't you?" he snickers.

"interesting. not peculiar." you correct.

you continue. "gonna answer my question?"

his grin cocks up as he watches your smirk form with stitched eyebrows. your hand slowly moves from his shoulder to behind his neck, fingers brushing the hairs on his nape. your grip on his intertwined hands become tighter.

"getting eager, are we?"

locked eyes, tight proximity and brash yet romantic words have got to be one of the worst combinations known to man right now. a rosy blush warmly spreads across your face, (hopefully) hardly visible under the dim cold lights.

would you hold it down and take it if I gave you a chance?

he feels every inch of you, from the hand slightly grazing the back of his neck to the soft skin underneath thick material of your gear. heat arises from every place, the warm, tender tension stirring within both of you.

need the reassurance, baby,

not a silly romance.

HHRRRRRRAAHHHHRAHSGJSHS I NEED THIS WHERE CAN I READ IT

I've been cooking during the break (I'm still on it, just limiting the posting to 1 post a day at most uwu)

kofi✨

I want bucktommy angst so angsty, it's earth shattering. I want them to come back to a dark cold empty home. I want their legs to give out and slump against the door. I want their head clutched between their hands. I want them tossing and turning in their bed unable to sleep, to reach for the other pillow with a trembling hand and yearn. I want them operating on autopilot, void of any feeling but sadness and longing. I want them miserable

if first date night had gone well

I usually don’t do digital but

Anyways I’m heading to bed nowww bon appétit✨