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꒰ bf!eddie with a reader who isn't used to receiving aftercare ꒱ .ᐟ

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ hello world! here to quickly stop by and drop this but i just want to say please practice aftercare because safe sex is good sex!! (sponsored by nana's tumblr!!)

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mdni 18+

The second Eddie pulls out, he's up and off of you, placing a swift kiss to your forehead followed by a quick 'be right back, sweetheart' before disappearing into the abyss of the hallway.

You take a moment to gather yourself, and you let the sheets ripple under your fingertips as you drag the pads of them against it. The act of it grounds you, helps to pull yourself out of that subspace you'd dropped into.

You'd been doing it for so long that honestly independently coming down from that post orgasmic high has gotten easier.

Taking in a deep breath, you ignore the ache as you stand up with a groan.

There's a pleasant stiffness to your body as you amble around the room for your clothes, and preferably something to wipe up the mess between your legs.

You're not sure if you should use one of Eddie's shirts or your own, and you're forced to bend over to search through the discarded clothing that had been tossed haphazardly around the room during the heat of the moment.

"As much as I enjoy seeing you naked, what are you doing?"

You don't startle, throwing him an acknowledging look over your shoulder before finally finding your own shirt to use. You'd probably just end up going home in one of his shirts anyways.

"Cleaning myself up." You state as if it's obvious.

You're sure that's something Eddie has already done himself, because he's clad in nothing but black boxers, his once skewed hair tied back in a lazy bun that hangs low at the back of his hickey bruised neck.

"Okay." The 'y' at the end is dragged out incredulously with his eyebrows furrowed, and he places the damp towelette you hadn't seen him holding down on the bed, uncaring to whether or not it gets comforter wet.

"Well... I don't know what you and other people have done after sex, but there's this little thing that I like to do called aftercare." He approaches you slowly, and grabs your hand. "And that doesn't include wiping down with a shirt."

It's strange how easy it is to let him tug you along behind him, to allow him to gently shove you down on the bed. You let out a light giggle when you bounce, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Fine." You say softly, but there's no reluctance to it, just a sliver of minute acceptance, though it's riddled in confusion.

Not that you didn't know what aftercare was, you weren't an idiot; but a majority of the time after a hookup, they'd just toss you a shirt or a towel to wipe yourself off before taking you home or offering to pay to get you there.

You're as naked as the day you were born, but that doesn't seem to matter when he sits at your hip, turning his body towards you to tug a leg over his waist to open your legs.

There's nothing inherently sexual with the way he rubs at your sore inner thighs, and he casts you an apologetic glance when you let out hiss as the cool cloth finally meets your puffy, heated core.

You flush instinctively. Everything about this feels so intimate, from the slow way he's massaging your calves to how he keeps looking up at you through his long, tantalizing eyelashes.

"What?" You murmur through half lidded eyes. you can feel yourself sinking down deeper into his dented mattress. "Nothin'," He mutters, "Just thinkin'." You raise a brow. "About?"

"Nosy." He chides with no bite, and if anything, his smile grows a little bit bigger. "But I'm just surprised 's all. I didn't think you pegged me as the type of guy to just... leave you there."

You reach out to grab one of the hands on your legs, and his rubbing comes to an abrupt stop.

"It's not like that. I just..." You swallow down a lump in your throat. "I'm not used to it. Aftercare isn't something that I did often so, I just didn't expect it from you."

He stares at you for a moment, just searching your face before sighing through his nose.

"Right, well, you're with me now, so look forward to a lot more of this alright?" A tired grin stretches across your face, and a playful finger follows his faux scowl. "And don't think you're getting out of the super sonic amazing cuddles I'm about to bestow upon you, either."

That finally pulls a laugh out of you, and you throw your head back from where it rests on the pillow, feeling lighter than you had the entire night.

"Sounds like plan."

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[nanabnnanna]

꒰ steve needs you to be quiet ꒱ .ᐟ

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ can you guys tell i'm southern? anyway, this fic is inspired by my own metal headboard that has fueled many dirty thoughts! enjoy!

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mdni 18+

He's got you bent in half, knees pressed to your chest, caged in by strong arms and a hairy chest that occasionally caresses your breasts.

His thrusts are slow but coordinated, big hands holding onto the metal of your headboard, twisting the steel under thick palms that drive you absolutely nuts.

His muscles ripple, and his eyes are screwed shut. He's basking in you; your smell, the feel of your pussy as it flutters around him. It chokes him, clogs his senses in the best way possible.

His cock splits you in two, and your nails have been digging crescents in his back for the past half an hour.

One particularly harsh stroke sends you up the bed, and a loud yelp escapes from you, your eyelashes fluttering.

"Sh, sh, sh," He hushes. "Gotta be quiet, sweetheart."

"I know, I know, 'm sorry." You slur.

Admittedly, much to your shame, your parents are asleep in the room next to you; completely, and blissfully unaware that Steve was even over in the first place.

Your door lock would only get you so far if you started hooting and hollering like a kicked dog.

You're soaking wet, and it drips down to the sheets. You're so so hot, the shared body heat between you is stifling to the point where it's almost overwhelming.

"Keep your legs open, baby." He husks.

Your shaking thighs hook themselves higher, but they slip with how weak they feel and he stops.

"No, no, no, Stevie -" You begin to complain, but your voice gets caught in your throat when he leans back so that he can throw your legs over both of his shoulders.

The new angle makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, and almost as if Steve could predict your next move, a hand is shoved over your mouth.

You claw at his wrist - not to push him away, but to anchor him to you when you let out a long, drawn out moan.

He looks at your watery eyes, and leans down to place reassuring kisses across the skin that his lips can reach.

"It's okay, sweet girl," He cooed. "You can take it. I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise."

You take a deep breath, blinking away the tears and he slowly removes his palm away from your face.

Steve places his hands on the bars again, and you grip at his back when he reenters you.

"There you go, that's it..."

Your lower lip trembles, and he wastes no time fucking into you, but this time, his thrusts are growing increasingly brutal. He's chosen a different prerogative this time.

Instead of slow strokes that make you feel him, he's making you take it with the end goal of making you cum, just like this.

"I can't -" You mewl.

"You can."

Your fingers search your scrunched body until they find your clit, and you could sob with how good the pleasure feels. You rub tight circles on it, and the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Harder." You beg. "Harder. Please."

"I got you, honey, I got you."

He drills into you, and you're sure he's forgotten all about his own rule of keeping quiet, because the sounds that both your lower halves make is disgusting, and you flush in embarrassment.

"Don't go gettin' shy on me now, angel."

"'M not." You hiccup, but it's not true, and he chuckles darkly. "Gonna make you cum, baby, just hold on."

You speed your rubbing up to meet his bullying, and his cock kisses your cervix. You know you're going to be bruised and achy tomorrow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck -" You begin to tighten around him, and a deep grown emanates from him.

"C'mon, c'mon..." He coaxes through gritted teeth, and with one more nudge to your g-spot and a desperate swipe of your cramping digits, you cum.

It's one of those paralyzing orgasms that leaves you weak and throbbing, eyes burning because of how hard they're squeezing together; And your chest is tight because you're almost one hundred percent sure that if you breathe, you're gonna make noise.

Somewhere in between your bliss, Steve had cum as well, because there's a rush of warmth in your pussy, and a shiver shoots up your spine.

"Do you think..." He heaves with a small grin, licking at his teeth. "We woke them up?"

You gaze up at him with hooded eyes. "I don't know, and I don't care."

He lets out a small laugh and collapses on your chest, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

Perv.

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[nanabnnanna]

mdni 18+

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derek morgan who forces you to keep eye contact with him every time you fuck.

he breathes heavy in your ears and he never. stops. talking. they're either dirty encouragements or teasing praises that border on condescending. he can be cocky when he slips deeper into his dominating headspace.

his worshipping turns rough in a way that's flattering; a shift in the tides of control where it becomes less about your pleasure and more about his. it's not like he's a selfish lover by any means, but sometimes his own arrogance gets to his head, and the panty dropping charm he has turns into making you cry while he's deep in your guts; a strong arm wrapped around your throat keeping you in a headlock, making you take it.

or maybe you're in missionary, and when you go to turn your head or shut your eyes, he squeezes the fat of your face and keeps your gazes tethered together.

"c'mon. keep your eyes on me, princess."

there's no mercy to his pounding, and you're forced to look up at him with teary eyes and a drooling mouth as your nails rake down his rock hard abs that haven't seemed to soften with his age.

he's all consuming and dripping in sweat, and there's a certain rhythm to the stroking of his hips that's so uniquely him that keeps you anchored to reality despite the musk of sex and the faint remnants of his fancy cologne that refuses to fade away completely - and it probably won't until he showers, and even then, there's a round or two waiting for you in there alone.

he says things like:

"uhnt uh, don't run from me."

"c'mon baby, you know you can take it."

"you said you wanted it rough, sweetheart."

and he can just get so mean, and it completely contrasts how he acts in his everyday life. he's an absolute fucking powerhouse in the sack, and you'll be feeling him for days.

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[nanabnnanna]

꒰ cheerleader!reader invites robin over for a sleepover ꒱ .ᐟ

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ MUNCH ROBIN HELLO WORLD!!!!

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mdni 18+

Robin's presence deeply contrasts the soft pink of your room; she sticks out like a sore thumb with her auburn hair spread out on your even lighter pink satin pillows.

She's desperately trying to keep up with you, but it's almost like you're trying to eat her alive.

She's defenseless where she lays - but don't save her, though, because she's exactly where she wants to be - hands resting tentatively on your face since the moment you'd jumped her.

It's hard to keep her hands to herself, of course, because the camisole shirt you'd chose to wear does little to nothing to hide the heavy weight of your breasts that brush against her chest.

She wants to cup them, tease your nipples through the thin material and have you whimper against her lips. But she can't.

She's stuck in the perpetual limbo of disbelief over the fact that this is real and you like girls, and the fear of overstepping if she were to move her hands.

You're grinding on her lap, and her breath catches in her throat when your crotch bumps hers.

You separate from her, just barely, to whisper against her lips. "C'mon, Buckley," Your breath mingles with hers. "Don't tell me you're afraid to touch me."

Robin's eyes widen comically, and you reach up to grab her wrists, dragging them down your body. They cascade down over your breast, the palms of them press into your nipples, and it makes you gasp.

You try to pull them lower, but she pauses there, staring up at you through hooded eyes and long eyelashes.

"You sensitive here?" Robin asks quietly, and cradles them, thumbing over your areola. You whimper into her mouth, and nod, "Yeah."

She bites her lip, maintaining eye contact with your face even when your own close.

"Fuck." You breathe. "Off. I want my shirt off."

She pulls off of you so you can sit up, and she follows you, limber fingers tugging at the bottom of it eagerly.

You grin at her lazily, and your own fingers work alongside hers to help get the loose material up over your head.

She doesn't hesitate to cup your boobs and bring your left nipple to her mouth. You choke, your hips bucking against her and she groans.

"Robin -" You breathe. "Oh, Robin."

You moan so prettily, and there's a faint heartbeat in her pussy. She can feel her underwear dampening, and the material sticks to her uncomfortably.

She stays on you, lost in the suckling, but her palms travel; down over your waist, your stomach, until finally falling to the waist line of your shorts.

"Can I touch you?" Her voice trembles. your hands are twisted so deep in her hair that it stings a bit - not that she minds.

"Please," She begs, "Please let me touch you."

"You can do whatever you want to me at this rate." You giggle deliriously. "Anything?" She asks huskily, and she finally works your shorts down until they're trapped around the meat of your thighs.

She trails her lips up your neck to nip at your jaw, "Lay down for me, sweet thing."

You're quick to scramble off of her, flopping down on your back and you giggle when you bounce a little. You're smiling at her like she's the only girl in the world, and she grows a little nauseous with the butterflies that flutter around in her stomach.

She just looks at you; your boobs out, body flushed and your chest is heaving.

"C'mon, Rob," You whine in complaint, "Do something."

She finally screws her head on straight, nearly tripping over herself to get in between your spread thighs. You had somehow fully forgone your pants in the midst of her admiring, but she's not complaining.

"Can I eat you out, baby?" She exposes you further by gently nudging them open. A pleasant shiver shoots up your spine, and you find yourself nodding. "Please."

She barely has to move to pull your underwear off, and she lays her cheek on your inner thigh, nose so close to where you need her the most.

She inhales disgustingly, like a cave woman, and a deep groan catches in her throat. She's massaging any part of you that she can reach, and her irises are so blown out her eyes almost look black.

"Robin."

She chuckles darkly and finally laps at you, the tip of her tongue gliding through the wetness the almost covers your entire lower half.

"I got you."

When she dives in, she doesn't pay heed to the loud moan that shoots out from you, even when you cover your mouth to smother anymore noises.

Your thighs clamp around her head, and the warmth of you is enough to make her lose her mind entirely.

Your legs are shaking, and she presses her forearm down on your stomach to stop you from moving. A hand slips down to join her tongue, and her middle finger joins the mess she's creating.

"Fuck!" You hiss from in between your teeth. You bury your fingers in her hair, tugging. She jerks against you before taking your clit in her mouth and sucking.

Her bangs stick to her bangs because of how hard she's sweating.

Robin's body is heated from the inside out, and she doesn't even register the fact that she's begun to grind down on your slippery sheets.

She's surrounded by you; from your pussy to the faint scent of your perfume. She's all consumed, and she never wants to leave.

You're spasming around her, and her ring finger is soon to follow. She's knuckle deep, and the noises that come from your cunt is driving her nuts.

"Feels so good, Robbie." You cry.

She peers up at you to see one of your well manicured hands play with your tits, and she gets completely lost in trance.

You're squelching around her, and she's desperate enough to give you her index. She's up to three fingers now, and she doesn't feel like it's enough. She wants to give you more, needs to give you more as much as she needs to see you cum.

You're practically humping her face, and she knows you're close, because acrylic nails dig into her scalp and it burns.

"You close?" She heaves, and her chest is tight. She's been pulling air through her nose, but it must not be substantial enough because she feels light headed.

"Uh huh," You babble, and your head falls back.

She doubles in her efforts, matching her strokes with each coordinated suck she gives to your clit, and with a slight graze of her teeth, you're gone.

You see white, and your back bows taunt, and she's afraid you'll pull something, but she doesn't stop. She works you through it with a keen eye, drinking up your reaction as much as she is your release that's ever flowing in her mouth.

You taste divine, and she wants more, but when your whine trails off into a whimper, she pulls off of you.

And isn't she a sight to see.

Hair skewed, and lower half of her jaw covered in your release, you tiredly tug her body up to meet yours.

Your lips are soft but irritated, signaling some heavy lip biting had occurred while she'd been down there, but she doesn't worry too much about it when you hum as your tongue takes in your own essence.

"Give me five seconds," You huff with a mischievous grin. "And you're next."

Oh, god.

You're definitely gonna kill her.

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彡₊˚ ☾. ⋅ NANA'S KINKTOBER - 2025 .ᐟ

❝ 31 days, 31 sexy stories. it's going to get freaky, it's going to be slutty, there may be some tears (the fun dacryphilia kind), and this year, who knows if it'll leave you questioning your morality? well, my friends, that's just a part of the fun. so stick around you heathen. you know you want to. ❞

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ : : WHY HELLO EVERYBODY!! bet you guys thought i wasn't going to be participating this year but ALAS even though i'm a new account i'm so excited to get started and show everyone what's in store! i'm feeling NEFARIOUS this year, so be prepared *deviously rubs hands together*

OCTOBER 1. scissoring, ft. kang sae-byeok.

OCTOBER 2. overstimulation, ft. yelena belova.

OCTOBER 3. voyeurism, ft. loser!eddie munson.

OCTOBER 4. humiliation, ft. emily prentiss.

OCTOBER 5. guided masturbation, ft. clark kent.

OCTOBER 6. praise, ft. robert "bob" reynolds.

OCTOBER 7. sex work, ft. aaron hotchner.

OCTOBER 8. quiet sex, ft. tutor!jonathan byers.

OCTOBER 9. home video, ft. spencer reid.

OCTOBER 10. free use, ft. reed richards & susan storm.

OCTOBER 11. fire play, ft. johnny storm.

OCTOBER 12. hate sex, ft. joel miller.

OCTOBER 13. pegging, ft. eddie munson.

OCTOBER 14. medical play, ft. reed richards.

OCTOBER 15. remote control, ft. congressman!bucky barnes.

OCTOBER 16. cuckoldry, ft. reed richards & susan storm.

OCTOBER 17. dry humping, ft. johnny storm.

OCTOBER 18. kneeling, ft. robert "bob" reynolds.

OCTOBER 19. webcam, ft. cameraman!jonathan byers.

OCTOBER 20. crossdressing, ft. spencer reid.

OCTOBER 21. virginity, ft. clark kent.

OCTOBER 22. size queen, ft. reed richards.

OCTOBER 23. crawling, ft. dbf!joel miller.

OCTOBER 24. uniform kink, ft. jhonny storm.

OCTOBER 25. gun play, ft. emily prentiss.

OCTOBER 26. degradation + thigh riding, ft. kang sae-byeok.

OCTOBER 27. office sex, ft. reed richards.

OCTOBER 28. orgasm control, ft. susan storm.

OCTOBER 29. somnophilia, ft. yelena belova.

OCTOBER 30. punishment, ft. loser!eddie munson.

OCTOBER 31. aftercare, ft. johnny storm.

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[nanabnnanna]

꒰ derek and his girlfriend help give spencer a little more sexual experience ꒱ .ᐟ

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ GUYS. i actually do NOT know what came over me when i was writing this, but i'm ovulating and rewatching criminal minds and SOMETIMES A GIRL WANTS BOTH OKAY?!??!

mdni 18+

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"C'mon man, use a little bit more tongue."

Your fingers pull on the roots of Spencer's mussed up hair, and your back bows when the tongue that'd been flicking at your clit circles your entrance.

A moan rips through your throat when he slurps, collecting a mouthful of your wetness and swallowing.

"There you go."

Derek's observing the both of you, arms crossed and his own fingers tucked over his mouth, contemplative.

Spencer whimpers in pain when the heel of your foot shoves itself into the skin of his naked shoulder blade in an attempt to pull him closer. The ache in his upper-back doesn't perturb him from grinding his hips down onto the mattress below him.

"Give her your fingers now." Derek says lowly. "Don't be afraid to go too fast. She can take it."

"Derek." You gasp, and he just chuckles instead of reaching for you like you want. "Spencer." You call for either one of them, and Spencer's left hand searches for yours blindly until it reaches you, and he intertwines them together. It settles you.

"He feel good, princess?"

Reid's fingers are thinner than Morgan's, and when his ring finger slips in next to his middle, he crooks them, adjusting his wrist before pulling in and out of you.

The experimental thrust snatches the air out of your lungs.

"So -" You choke. "So good."

"You don't think he wants you to tell him that?"

You look down from between the valley of your naked breasts, your nipples hard, aching, and wet from the relentless teasing that'd gotten you this soaked in the first place breaches your vision when your eyes captures the genius'.

His irises are blown out and dark. A thick fog clouds his focus, but he moans as he looks up at you. His wrist work is unrelenting, his digits curving themselves, searching and determined to find your g-spot.

You're shaking, and your legs tremble from where they're thrown around him. "You're doing so well, Reid." You praise, and he takes your clit in his mouth, and suckles. "He's a fast learner." You add with a whiny chuckle.

"I don't call him boy wonder for no reason." Derek remarks with a thick smirk.

Morgan's forwent his shirt, and his pants hang low on his hips to reveal a sharp v-line that disappears into his waistband. A part of you wants to beg him to put his cock in your mouth, but this is supposed to be a learning experience. You've seen Spencer occasionally throw a glance or two to the side at him before focusing back on you.

You can't say you blame him.

You're not sure how many professional boundaries the three of you have crossed in the span of two hours, but the chinese food you were sharing in your apartment sits abandoned on your coffee table, along with your clothes.

It was a stupid joke that Morgan had made, and it somehow spiraled into getting Spencer to open up about his lackluster sex life. The next thing you know, your boyfriend's offering you up to him, and after a moment of contemplation, you agree, and find yourself on your back.

You don't know what this means for you and Derek, but you don't think he's too worried about it, because the hand that was ghosting over his mouth reaches down to grip at the thick print in his jeans.

"You want in?" You ask breathily, and Morgan raises a thick eyebrow.

"You being greedy?"

You giggle and look down at Spencer, running your fingers through his hair. "Uhnt uh." You grin. "Just wanna help him out after I cum."

You're seeing how far you can push this, because nothing's been pre-established. You're letting him know you're down for anything, and the ball is in his court.

"Maybe after."

That's not a no.

You let your eyes flutter closed when a third finger adds itself to the mix, and your hips shoot up against his face when the pads of Reid's fingers meet your g-spot.

"Shit!" You cry out.

The twist to Spencer's wrist is brutal now, and his brief suckling turns into full on sucking, like he's trying to steal your soul out through your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck -" You babble. "So, good. So fucking good."

You can see Spencer's humping get rougher the closer you get to your orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, give it to me." You moan. "Put your -" You huff. "Put your tongue in me. Rub my clit."

Spencer's quick to comply, the switch between pleasure seamless when the muscle in his mouth shoves itself inside of you, and his thumb swipes at you in fast strokes.

"Slow -" You pant. "Slower. It's not a race."

"Sorry." Spencer mumbles with a mouthful of you. It's the first words he's spoken all night since he kissed you earlier.

"It's not your fault." Derek scoffs. "She's a needy little thing."

"Don't be mean!" You mewl.

The tension lifts with your banter, but it doesn't stop you from spasming around him when sips at your hole.

"I'm almost there, just -"

He lets go of cradling your hand to come up for air. He's panting, his mouth is absolutely soaked, and he gets up on his knees in a hurry, pressing down on your stomach to hammer his digits.

"I got you," The genius breathes. "I got you." He licks his lips, "I didn't have a good angle from down there, sorry."

The sounds that come from between your legs are vulgar, and your boobs bounce with each thrust, and your neck grows hotter than it already is.

Derek looks on with pride as your hips jump, and your cries of pleasure grow higher and higher until they finally crescendo. Your vision goes white, and you claw at Spencer's forearms in desperation to keep yourself grounded.

You hear the two men talking when you resurface.

"Good job man." There's a slap and you know Morgan clasped his shoulder. "I knew you could do it."

"Thanks." Reid sounds as sheepish as he usually does when he's praised.

Ugh.

Men.

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꒰ older mechanic!eddie munson meeting bimbo!reader for the first time ꒱ .ᐟ

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ i'm picturing the early 2000's, so since eddie is 20 in 1986, i think he'd be around his late 30's to early 40's in this timeline :3 (i just wanted an excuse to make the reader a y2k baddie!!!)

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mdni 18+

He's under the world's heaviest truck when he first hears you.

It's the sputtering of your engine as you pull into the garage, followed by the opening and shutting of a car door. Roughly. It sounded like you damn near ripped the bolts off of it and slammed them right back in at the same time.

"Fucking piece of shit car." He hears you swear, followed by a dull thud and he can only assume you kicked its tire, because you huff when your attack does nothing.

"Hello?" You call out, dragging out the word as your heels click against the stained concrete, searching.

"Give me a second," Eddie says with a disgruntled grunt.

Irritation licks up his spine, because it's too fucking hot out, he's covered in motor oil and his back is burning on the plastic creeper below him. So forgive him if he wasn't in the mood to deal with a snooty bitch who lost her way into the city.

"'Kay." Is all you say.

He finds a good place to stop before rolling out from the mechanical underbelly, sitting up feeling the muscles in his body contract painfully.

When he stands up, he reaches for the towel he had chucked onto the hood of the car. He hasn't quite looked at you yet, and maybe it's 'cause he's bitter.

He might be a geezer, but he isn't too old to be petty.

He regrets it though, because when he finally takes a look at you, he swears he almost cums in his pants.

You're a pretty little thing, dolled up in the worlds tiniest, thinnest baby pink spaghetti strap, your leopard print bra thick and obvious underneath it.

Your shorts - if he can even call them that - do nothing to hide anything, they're more like a strip of cloth.

"God," You gasp, pushing up your bedazzled sunglasses into your humid hair. "It's so hot." You fan yourself, and the clinking of your gold bangle bracelets follow.

And maybe your boobs jiggle a little too, but who's looking? (it's him, he is). His eyes trail down your legs and jesus were your heels leopard print too?

Scratch jizzing his pants.

He's full on salivating.

"Why hey there, sweetheart."

He completely changes his tune, wiping his hands with the deepest smirk he can't keep off his face.

You're flushed. That much is obvious; and every part of you looks damp, wet with sweat.

When you finally make eye contact, he can see the way your body clenches.

Your own gaze gives him a greedy once over as you take in his stained white tank top, and his full-body navy blue uniform that was tied at his small waist by the sleeves.

"Hi." Your reply is breathless, and you give your glossy lips a lick.

"What'dya got for me?" He asks, gesturing to your smoking car with a flick of his chin.

"Oh! Uh - it's... not working." You explain sheepishly with a pout.

He looks at you with raised brows, and a deep, endeared chuckle followed. "Lucky for you, princess. I can give you a prognosis."

You follow behind him like a lost puppy when he approaches your car, which looks like it's seen better days.

"Mind popping the hood for me?"

"Oh, uh..." You blink. "How do I do that?"

He grins. "There's usually a button around the steering wheel. You'll know it when you see it."

You slip off your clutch and put it on the roof of your car, and instead of getting inside of looking, you opt to bend over.

Not only does your shirt ride up exposing your hot pink thong pulled over your hips, but it also reveals a fucking tramp stamp.

Eddie's mouth goes dry, because your shorts pull up tight between your legs, and he can see the faint imprint of your cunt.

He comes to a stunningly embarrassing realization; he's a morally corrupt old guy lusting after a woman who's in her twenties, that would probably much rather fuck any guy other than him.

Oh god, he really is an old geezer.

You stand with a slight sway as you search, before finally pressing something that makes a 'pop' sound.

"Was that it?!" You call out, and Eddie blinks a little too hard before looking.

"Uh - yeah. Good job."

He licks his lips as he props open the hood, shaking the haze out of his head as he pokes around it's guts.

"Ah." He says, rubbing at the faint stubble on his chin. "What?" You ask with curiosity fueled interest.

You lean over his shoulder to look along with him, and your warm breast presses into the back of his solid arm.

He knows he should say something, ask you to back up or even find somewhere to sit, but the words get caught in his throat.

"You blew your gasket." He points out like it's obvious. "My gasket?"

"It keeps your engine fluids where they're supposed to be." You nod, your mouth makes an 'o' shape. "And if you look closely, you can see that there's no rubber or separation at all."

"How does that happen?"

"Well, by the looks of it, your engine overheated, plus you have shit-all coolant in this thing."

"God," You groan and cover your face. "Is it bad?"

Yeah, it's pretty fucking bad, and it's going to cost you a pretty penny too, but he doesn't want to tell you that, so he opts to say: "Nothin' I can't fix."

"Really?" You ask with wide eyes.

He should charge you, he really should, but you're staring at him like he's important, like he's smartest person on the planet, like you can't help but listen and hang off of every little thing he says.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs. "Anything for a pretty little thing like you."

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[nanabnnanna]

OCTOBER 1. scissoring, ft. kang sae-byeok.

pairing. kang saebyeok ✗ fem!reader

synopsis: you and saebyeok scissor. that's it. that's the fic.

wordcount. 1.2k

tags. mdni 18+, lesbian saebyeok, making out, vaginal fingering, soft dom!sae, scissoring (obvi), mentions of pubic hair (like once), slight marking kink, a brief mention of crying (the fun kind), a mysterious breeding kink, and lovely lovely banter!!

୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ ok NOW i hear you, and i see all the people in my notfis liking my kinktober post and i'm so so sorry that i completely disappeared, but I'm here and i'm manufacturing days 2 & 3!! thank you all for being so patient w me it truly means a lot!! <33

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.

“I’m not sure I’m that flexible.” 

saebyeok scoffs a chuckle against your lips, her mouth twisting up into an amused grin as she trails a careful hand down your body. 

the tips of her fingers tease the hemline of your jeans, and she tilts her head to place deep, sensual kisses on your neck, and her spit soaked lips meet your pulse point, and she puts enough pressure on it to make you shiver.

“All you would be doing is laying there.” she remarks, and meets your gaze. “I would be on top. Doing all the work.”

you blink furiously at her brazenness, flushing all the way from the tips of your ears down to your very tingly toes. the weight of her clothed is already dizzying enough, but her on top of you naked? you can already feel the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Okay.”

she offers you a self-satisfied smirk before finally unbuttoning your jeans, snatching them open before giving her palm a long, and crude lick.

you gawk at her. “What?” she shrugs a lazy shoulder, “I gotta get you wet.”

she doesn’t break eye contact with you, even as she breaches your panties and is met with your damp slit.

“Already this soaked just from a little kissing?” she teases and your gut twists in embarrassment. “Shut up.” you groan, your head falling back on the pillows under you.

you gasp when she puts pressure on your clit to distract you from the middle finger that sinks inside you. your hand gently grasps her wrist as she works you up.

the goal wasn’t to stretch you out, but to get you wet enough so the slide of your cunt and hers is easier.

“Could have used lube you know.” you breathe, which seemed to be a mistake, because in the same breath, it catches in your throat when she adds a second finger into the mix.

your bent legs twitch around nothing, and the woman laying on her side is just out of your reach.

“What’s the fun in that?”

torture.

she liked to torture you.

“What?” she murmurs. “Are you not having fun?” her fingers curl against your g-spot and you moan. “Fuck.”

it’s embarrassingly whiny, but it seems to spur her on, because she exchanges out her ring finger for her index, pulling out before plunging straight back in.

though her actions are barely covered by your quickly dampening pants, you can hear yourself squelching, and it causes your warm body to burn hotter. your grip on her wrist tightens and your hips buck desperately.

“Shit, shit -” your jaw falls open and she places kisses from the bottom of your chin up to the shell of your ear. coaxing. 

she presses down on your clit and you shudder, whimpering as she pounds you with her digits, and you clench around them. “C’mon,” she husks. “I can feel you.” she hums. “‘Know you’re about to cum. Give it to me.”

“Sae -” you whimper. “Saebyeok, please. I’m so -” 

she knows what you need, because she switches her ruthless bullying out for curling her fingers, her thumb swiping back and forth on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

it seems to do the trick, because your mouth forms an ‘o’, your eyes squeezing together and your waist thrusting, up, up, up.

you come down with a heaving chest and the feeling of her slipping out of you.

“Well,” she says after a moment. “You’re definitely wet enough.”

you snort and slap her chest lightheartedly with the back of your hand. “Get undressed, then hot stuff, and come take me for a ride.”

she just rolls her eyes but reluctantly listens, and it takes the two of you no time to get naked.

she was always stunning naked, all sharp points to your softened edge. something so inherently feminine yet masculine at the same time. she was a dream that went beyond a gendered-binary.

“I can see you waxing poetic with your eyes. Stop.” there’s no malice in her voice, and you know hidden behind all that hyper-independent bravado, your gaze flusters her.

“Says the woman who told me she wanted to scissor me.” you retort, but give no resistance to when she crawls on top of you.

she swings one of her legs over your thighs, the other kneeling, and she grips your bent knee as she slowly lowers herself on you. 

the wetness of her cunt could rival yours, because you hiss when your sensitive clits meet.

“God -” you groan. “I don’t even wanna think about what your panties look like.” she huffs, “Pervert.” but she sounds just as breathless as you are.

she starts with light grinds, experimenting with a pace before picking up. 

saebyeok’s eyes are screwed shut in concentration, and you’re staring at her plump mouth as she quietly pants. you grip the thigh that isn’t tossed over yours, lifting just a bit to contribute to the friction. 

she gasps, and it’s an enchanting sound. “How does -” she swallows. “How does it feel?”

“Different.” you mewl. “But a… A good different.”

and it is different, because it’s almost like riding her thigh, but your pubic hair and arousal, as well as your previous orgasm make things a lot more pleasurable.

her clit bumps into yours, and you moan. “Shit - do that again please.”

she does it again, and it seems to be the pace that you two were looking for, because with every desperate grind, your pussies kiss, and deep groans go tumbling out of the woman above you.

it’s not often you’re able to see your girlfriend fall apart, because she’s usually the one breaking you down piece by piece just to put you back together again at the end of the night. she genuinely looks like she’s losing herself in the feeling of you.

your hips buck as your orgasm begins to twist in your belly.

“Careful.” she hisses. “Almost bucked me off.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you groan. “I’m close.”

you let your eyes trail from her glistening cunt up her razoredge hip bones, to her toned stomach up to the way her breasts give a subtle bounce when she moves.

“Are you close?” you find yourself asking, and she answers with a mere nod of her head. 

she’s never been the most vocal in bed, but you know her tells, you can see it in her face when she’s about to come. 

sweat beads on her hairline, and you reach a hand out and she holds it, indulging. they hang between her, and her grip tightens when her thrusts turn sloppy, hurried.

“Shit, shit, shit -” she curses the same time you say, “Oh, fuck - saebyeok!”

and your orgasm feels different too, like something primal inside you is satisfied with the feeling of marking her. a part of you wonders if any of you managed to make it inside of her.

she comes down with a few twitches, and even as she continues moving, you bite your lip to smother your overstimulated whines.

“Wow.” you huff, blinking away a few tears that managed to escape. “God, my back hurts.” she complains, lifting herself up to flop next to you on the bed. 

“We're definitely not doing this often.”

you laugh and curl into her side.

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