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darnell-la · 22 days

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Stepdad - Eddie Munson

pairing: stepdad!eddie munson x badgirl!reader

warning: step-family sex, age gap, stuffed animal holding (I swear, it's not what you think!), hair pulling, choking, spanking during sex, orgasms, creampie, gripping, begging, loud sex, rough sex, etc.

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3rd person pov

Y/n and Eddie didn’t get off great when they first met. They always had arguments and said backhanded things about each other. Their mother couldn’t fix it, but the more it happened, the more y/n realized her mother didn’t care.

Her mother has never been nice to her. She took custody knowing y/n would get along better with her father than her mother, yet she doesn’t care about that either.

After y/n’s father died, the relationship died completely between her and her mother. Her mom knew that and went out to find someone she could finally care about.

Eddie Munson is the lucky man she found, and well, he feels like he isn’t so lucky. Yes, he loved y/n’s mom at first, but after he noticed the way she treated and talked about y/n, he fell out of it.

The only reason why he’s in the very house right now, sitting on the couch and watching a movie while his wife gets dressed, is because he felt like he couldn’t leave y/n.

Her first thought was that his feelings towards y/n were feelings he’d have if he had his own kids, but the older she got, the more he noticed.

The dating. Her clothes. Her phone contacts. Her friends. The parties. How she spoke. How she matured. Everything hit him at once it seemed.

“Hey, babe! I’m almost done getting ready. Are you sure you don’t want to come along!?” Y/n’s mom yelled downstairs from upstairs.

As she and Eddie yelled back and forth at each other, y/n got herself ready. Whenever her mom goes out, y/n sneaks out. I mean. She’s almost a full adult and the drinking age will be legal soon. She refuses to sit back and wait.

“Y/n, I’m leaving!” Her mom yelled outside the door then walked off to go downstairs. “Make sure she doesn’t annoy you all night,” Y/n’s mom told Eddie before giving him a peck.

“Oh, she won’t. She’s always in her room anyways,” Eddie said before talking about a few things with Y/n’s mother until she finally left.

“Aye, y/n!? You hungry!?” Eddie asked, standing in front of the stairs. “No!” Y/n yelled back, still touching up her makeup. She’s always overdramatic when she walks out of the house.

“Oh, well, okay,” Eddie slightly felt hurt by the way she always answered him. She doesn’t mean to, after years of living in this household, she feels like everyone’s against her.

Y/n quickly got finished before sneaking out of her second-story window. It’s always a hassle, but she got it and she knows she can sneak through the back window when she comes back because Eddie will be asleep by then as always.

“Hey, y/n! Why don’t you come down and watch a movie! I know it’s a bit late, but I think we should, I don’t know, hang out more!” Eddie suggested at the bottom of the stairs, hoping she’d say yes but she never answered.

“C’mon, y/n, we should really get along more! Your mom’s gone. Maybe I’ll let you have a sip of my beer or something,” Eddie suggested anything at this point, but she still didn’t answer.

Eddie slowly made his way upstairs with a sigh, talking to himself to rehearse what he what to say to her. She’s basically her daughter, and they never talk. He hates not seeing her.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. Don’t leave ya old man hanging,” Eddie said outside of her door. “Y/n, seriously,” Eddie knocked before placing his hand on the handle to open the door but it was locked.

“Hey, what did I and your mother discuss? No more locked doors,” Eddie said which he didn’t totally agree with, but she was not answering him, making him panicked.

Eddie wasted no time to push the door open with his strength and then grow a shocked look across his face. “Y/n!?” Eddie shouted out, hoping she was hiding in the room until he saw that her window was open.

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie cussed as he pulled his cheap phone out of his pocket. It took him a while, but he got to the tracking app he downloaded his phone and secretly hid on hers with her mother’s permission.

“Who the fuck-“ Eddie cut himself off, noticing she was in a familiar rich neighborhood. He hasn’t stepped foot in that neighborhood since Steve moved. He’s not welcomed there by certain people.

“And who are you?” An older voice said behind y/n, making her jump a bit. “Oh, hey. I’m, uh, my name's y/n,” she stuttered as she placed her 4th cup of the night down.

“Aren’t supposed to be drinkin’, hm?” The man asked, making her blush in slight fear and embarrassment. She hated it when people noticed her age. She only has a year to go.

“Aw, don’t worry. This is my party anyway. I’d go to jail if I called the cops to come get you,” he said. Yn sighed in relief before picking her back up and holding a small conversation with him.

He seemed nice, but she knows older people’s intentions when they hold conversations with kids they’ve never seen or talked to before.

“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?” Jason asked. He gave him her name a few minutes ago when he started bragging about his golden days in high school. “I don’t have one,” she awkwardly smiled.

“Well, isn’t that something,” he smirked down at her as he took a sip of his beer. “Why is that? Daddy won’t let ya?” He asked. “Stepdad, and no, that’s not why. I just- I don’t like immature boys,” she said, making Jason chuckle.

“Hm, really? Want someone older?” He asked. “Kinda, yeah,” she admitted. “That’s called daddy issues, princess,” Jason said as he leaned toward her. She didn’t notice because she was giggling to herself. After all, he knows he isn’t wrong.

“I can help you with that, you know?” He said, not inches from her face. “Oh,” she said, growing shy. She hasn’t been hit on a man this close before. This is different than the other times.

Y/n went to speak, but she focused on a man at the front door. It’s her stepdad. “H-Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Y/n said before quickly speeding off towards the stairs.

As soon as she took her eyes off of Eddie, it was like his eyes quickly connected to her figure walking upstairs. He knew she had seen him. She looked in a rush to get up.

As Eddie looked around, he heard a familiar voice call out y/n’s name. At first, he’d thought it was one of y/n’s friends maybe, but when he noticed who it was, his blood boiled.

Jason Carver was talking to his stepdaughter. What a creep. He’s always gotten what he wanted back then. He’s always gotten what Eddie wanted…

Eddie quickly stormed upstairs, wasting no time barging into every room there was until he saw y/n trying to climb out a window in this kid's room.

He knew this house was familiar. Jason had kids with Chrissy, but they’ve recently divorced, so their kids moved from one house to the other.

“Nah uh,” Eddie said as he got ahold of y/n and pulled her in. Y/n sighed in anger, angry that she’d finally been caught. “What the hell are you thinking!?” Eddie shouted.

“Was just having fun,” y/n rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Having fun? At a grown man’s house!?” Eddie yelled at her as she continued to give attitude-like looks.

“You’re not my real dad, so you have no say in my life,” Y/n said with full confidence. Eddie completely stopped talking, surprised at her words at first. He knew she always felt like that, but he wasn’t ready for it to come out of her mouth.

“You’re right. I'm not, but I’m still trying to protect you, and this is not safe. We’re leaving,” Eddie demanded as he went to grab y/n’s wrist, but she pulled back and slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me. I’m staying here whether you like it or not,” y/n said, staying her ground against her stepfather. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, making her nod her head.

“If you stay and drink more than you already have. I can spell the damn liquor. Then whatever happens to you, is not my fault. I warned you,” he said, hoping she’d get scared about a possible situation, but she’s not a kid anymore.

“Okay? Not like you cared anyways,” Y/n said. “What are you even talking about!? I’ve always cared for you but you make it so fucking hard to! You always bitch around and leave after a minor agreement that you started!” Eddie yelled in her face.

Y/n’s face instantly changed, as well as her attitude. Hearing that come from Eddie is making her feel bad because it’s true. She pushes away.

“Whatever,” y/n said as her eyes teared up a bit. “No, there’s no whatever! There’s never a whatever! I’m trying to fix us, and you’re just letting it die! Stop letting shit die with people who care for your y/n!” Eddie grew angry.

He’s been wanting to say things for years, but he felt that it was inappropriate because she’s not his daughter.

“Eddie, just leave me alone,” Y/n said as she turned her body to leave, but Eddie got in her face before backing her up to a bed in the room as he kept going.

“You’re always leaving. Always avoiding arguments. You’re stuck up and a fuckin’ brat. You’re an adult but a little fucking brat,” Eddie said as y/n leaned her upper body back as Eddie’s got closer.

“I just-“ y/n tried saying but Eddie shut her up by grabbing her face with a hand. “Shut the fuck up!” Eddie yelled loudly. So loud, it made her ears ring and the room echo.

“I’m done with your shit. Your mom never does anything about this fucking attitude,” Eddie spoke after a few seconds of silence. “Well, I am,” Eddie added before pushing Y/n’s body hard, making her fall on the bed behind her.

“Hey, what the fuck,” Y/n said as she tried leaning back up, angry that he put his hands in her. “What did I say!?” Eddie yelled again, making y/n look up at him. The view she saw, widened her eyes.

“Eddie,” Y/n said low as she watched him continue what he was doing. He quickly pulled his belt off of the straps and then threw them right next to y/n on the bed before messing around with his jeans.

“Eddie?” Y/n asked, hoping he’d answer and maybe calm down at her low and calm voice. “No speaking,” Eddie said as he pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough for his cock to fall out.

Usually when y/n has sex with a boy, their cocks jump and slap against their lower stomach. Eddie’s fell out from his big and heavy he is.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing? What- What are you thinking!?” Y/n panicked at the sudden feeling of being trapped in mixed emotions and in a room with her stepdad.

“Spread,” Eddie demanded as he looked down at his stepdaughter. “What!? Hell no,” y/n said as she got up but he pushed her right back down with a sigh and eye roll.

“Spears your fucking legs. Now!” He seemed more serious this time, but y/n couldn’t just give herself up to him. Her stepdad.

Y/n quickly turned around to crawl off the bed, but he quickly grabbed her ankles and pulled her back. She tried grabbing things to hold on to, but the big stuffed animal didn’t help her.

“Told you. Avoidance,” Eddie said under his breath as he forced y/n to her knees on the bed then pushed her back down, making sure her ass was nice and spread in the air as her face was smudged against the teddy bear.

“How come you don’t dress like this around me?” Eddie chuckled before ripping y/n’s fishnets right where her panties stuck out. Now he has a clear view of her cunt barely firing in her tight panties.

“Does your mom know about this? Because I don’t think she’ll take too lightly of her daughter being a little whore,” Eddie’s words should bruh y/n, but they didn’t. She was taking it all in.

“I bet you’ll start crying like you always do,” y/n could hear the smirk on Eddie’s mouth as his top rubbed up and down her clothes lips until he finally decided to rip them apart.

“Jessie Christ,” Eddie groaned under his breath as he reached out to wipe his fingers along her folds. “So wet,” he spoke before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking. “And sweet,” he added.

“Eddie, I don’t think we should be-“ y/n tried speaking until a hard slap came down on her ass, making her cry out loud. “What the fuck did I say? Shut. The fuck. Up,” Eddie grabbed y/n’s hair to pull her back and whisper those words in her ear.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he said then pushed her back down. Y/n whined low, knowing she couldn’t say anything right now, or he’d definitely hurt her, but she knew he would make sure she got some fun out of it.

“Let’s see if my cock fits in this pretty pussy,” Eddie spread y/n’s right cheek wide until her hole opened a little for him to see and scan how he should enter her.

Before she knew it, his top finally pushed at her entrance. “Mhm,” y/n moaned as she jerked at the feeling of being stretched so slowly. “P-Please,” y/n begged, not knowing if she’d be able to take him all.

“Y/n,” Eddie spoke her name to warn her, she she quickly got the sign before he forced his way all the way inside of her. “Fuuuck!” Eddie groaned loudly as he threw his head back.

“So tight,” Eddie grunted as he pulled back slowly, watching his stepdaughter's cunt wrap tightly around him, trying not to let him go. “Fuckin’ suckin’ me back in,” Eddie groaned before pushing back into her.

“Agh!” Y/n moaned loudly into the teddy bear. “Take it, baby,” Eddie said before thrusting his hips at a good paste, letting his little girl get used to him so he could finally ruin her.

“I knew this was what you wanted, baby. Always saw it in those slutty eyes,” Eddie spoke as he gripped y/n’s ass to pull her into him. The slapping and wet noises didn’t take long to fill the room.

“C-Can’t,” y/n whined as her legs began to shake. “What the fuck did I-“ Eddie cut himself if quickly, noticing he’s been giving her too many chances. He’s done with that.

Eddie quickly leaned to the side and grabbed the belt he had thrown to the side of her earlier. He wasted no time wrapping the leather and metal part around his hands before extending the belt and then bringing it down onto her ass.

“Ow!” Y/n cried out loud. She’s never been whooped before. “Shut it!” Eddie kept fucking into her as he slapped her ass with the cheap belt he’s always thought about using on her.

“You’ll never be too old to get spankin’,” Eddie said, bringing another slap down to her ass as she beg for him to stop. At first, she couldn’t handle it and wanted it all to stop, but after awhile few more spanks, she noticed how much the knot in her stomach got hard to hold.

“F-Fuck, Eddie, fuck!” She moaned loudly as she gripped the stuffed animal tightly and came all around his cock. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Keep cumin’. Keep it comin’,” Eddie threw the belt away before gripping y/n’s waist to speed up his fuck.

Y/n’s stepdad threw his head back, breathing and huffing like an animal as his stepdaughter's ass clapped back onto his pelvis and lowers stomach, repeatedly.

“Oh god, Eddie,” y/n moaned as her cunt throbbed around his thick cock. “Call me daddy, y/n,” Eddie said, knowing it sounded wrong, but he had to. “Huh?” Y/n asked softly, still dizzy from the orgasm and also a bit shy to do such a thing to her actual stepdad.

“Call me daddy, sweetheart. Fuck, I need it. I fuckin’ need it, baby,” Eddie’s voice cracked and a few moans slipped from his mouth. He could feel himself right around the corner, and he needed to hear her before he came.

“D-Daddy,” y/n shyly moaned, making Eddie groan and grip her sides harder than before. “Fuck, y/n, more. I n-need more,” Eddie begged his own stepdaughter to call him daddy.

“Daddy, please,” y/n finally moaned loud enough for him to be satisfied. He was going to leave it at that before she kept going. “P-Please, Daddy, please,” she kept moaning. “Agh, fuck, y/n,” Eddie leaned over to grab the moaning girl's hair and arch her back enough for him to watch her ass clap back at him and see her facial expressions.

“Daddy, fuck!” Y/n shook again as her clit began throbbing out of control. “Fuck, y/n, fuck,” Eddie cussed before slamming deep into her throbbing pussy to fill her until there was nothing left.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie’s voice cracked as he fell slumped onto y/n’a back, slightly crushing her, but she had no problem with it. Feeling him still leak inside her as her pussy throbbed around his cock was one of the best things that’s happened to her tonight.

“Divorcing her, we move out, and we get together. I knew what kind of person she was years ago, but I couldn’t leave you. You’ve always been drown to me whether it was a little girl who needed help or a 20-year-old who needed a man to take care of her,” Eddie spoke before he lit y/n’s blunt that he rolled up for her in his car.

They decided to take a ride around the neighborhood until they came to a stop at this park to talk and smoke.

“I’m fine with that. I don’t like her anyways,” y/n admitted as Eddie chuckled and placed a hand on y/n’s lap. “You know, this is all daddy issues, right? There’s no way in hell I’d take you if it weren’t for that,” y/n joked, making Eddie laugh.

“Oh, yes you would have. You’d have no choice,” Eddie leaned into y/n with a smile before she leaned in herself to kiss him. The kiss felt like no other before to the both of them.

“You know how pretty you are?” Eddie asked in between their kiss. “How about you show me?” Y/n asked as she grabbed his joint and placed her and his down before quickly moving on top of him.

“Out here, princess? What if we get caught? I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ you,” Eddie warned. That already made her pussy throb. Again. “Then do it,” she challenged as she quickly pulled his heavy cock out and slid down onto him.

“Fuck,” she moaned low as Eddie threw his head back. “Gotta love or you’ll get stuck,” Eddie joked as he grabbed a hand full of y/n’s ass to pull her up and then push her back down.

“What if I wanna get stuck, Daddy?” She teased, as he shackled with a groan. “Don’t,” he said as he knee-bucked into her at the thought of her calling him that. He knows he shouldn’t like it, but he loves it so fucking much.

“Why not, Daddy?” She asked as she slowly leaned into his neck and began kissing and leaving bite marks. “Y-You’re mom, sweetheart,” Eddie made sure she knew the consequences.

“Fuck me in front of her. Who gives a shit,” y/n moved inches from Eddie’s lips with a smile as he smiled. “You’re such a bad girl,” Eddie pushed up into y/n, making her throw her head back with an eye roll.

“That’s what I need,” Eddie spoke as he grabbed one of the joints to take a few hits before passing it on to y/n. “I fuck a lot, so I need you to keep up,” y/n said, slightly triggering Eddie’s head.

“Oh, I will, but may I ask, who have you been fucking?” Eddie grabbed the joint from y/n’s hand so he could take his hits. He still doesn’t want his girl getting too high. She’s not at the legal age yet.

“Doesn’t matter now,” y/n said as Eddie kept the joint in his mouth and slowly snacked his hands up her body until he gripped her neck tightly. “You should have never told me,” Eddie said before using his free hand to lean his seat back.

Eddie moved y/n around and he got in a good position to fuck into y/n as she tried keeping her body up. “G-God,” y/n tried laughing it off, but the way his cock abused her inside made it hard.

“S-Slow down, fuck!” Y/n placed her hands on his chest but slipped and fell against him. Eddie gripped her and pulled her face to the side so he could keep the blunt in his mouth as he pounded up into her like he’d never done before.

“Think I can’t keep up now?” Eddie asked before laughing as y/n moaned in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, Daddy,” y/n tried teasing, but she’s in no position for that right now.

Eddie placed the joint down as he took a complete halt to his movements. Y/n’s stepdad roughly turned Y/n around and pushed her back onto the seat.

“Are you mad?” Y/n slightly giggled as Eddie came in between her legs and then slammed into her, causing her to scream loudly. He quickly covered his mouth because his car windows were down.

“Shut the fuck up,” he spoke, back in angry mode as he gripped y/n’s hair with his free hand and pulled her head back. “Agh!” Y/n moaned loudly as her eyes rolled back and her legs began to shake.

“Yeah,” y/n growled as he licked y/n’s cheek and down to her neck before sucking and leaving bite marks. Eddie groaned on her neck as y/n groaned into his palm and came around him again tonight.

The both of them couldn’t get enough of each other. Who knew something like this could happen to people who once couldn’t have a simple and normal conversation with each other.

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iiseult · 8 months

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overstimming hotaru haganezuka <3

This is my first actual fic I'm posting on here so please lmk what you think!!!

hotaru haganezuka x reader

CW //→ nsfw, sub!haganezuka, AFAB dom!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, tongue bath (?), degrading names, hotaru is dirty, premature orgasm, hotaru calls reader mistress like one time, hotaru has a praise kink, I hope that's everything

(4k words)

Hotaru was dirty and nasty and covered in sweat and grime from a day of working in that shabby little hut. He was exhausted from pounding molten hot metal into perfect, flat blades for hours on end, and from dragging his overworked body all the way home. He was drained from being unable to focus all day, thoughts of you plaguing his mind and hindering his progress. It had only been a day since you last touched him, but the sensation was so new and so good, he couldn’t help but be a little enamored. Maybe more than a little.

Maybe obsessed.

Nothing had ever in his entire life been able to distract him while he was crafting a blade, but then again, he had never experienced true lust before you, either.

So when he came home, to top off the physical exhaustion of his day, he was frustrated. But you were bored and lonely all day and wanted to play now, so as soon as he stepped foot into the house, you pulled him to the bedroom by the fabric tied around his waist, not even bothering to greet him first, and pushed him onto the bed.

He could have easily fought back, but he let himself fall, landing on the edge of the bed and leaning back on his palms wearily. He was a little surprised, but never protested, not even when you pulled on the end of the knot and ripped away his obi in one fluid motion, letting it flutter to the floor somewhere behind you.

You were the only one he would submit to– hell, you were the only one he even wanted to spend time with– so despite the unusual lack of conversation, he figured it was ok to let things play out and see where it went. Maybe if he was lucky, he would be able to get rid of some of that lingering frustration and actually get some work done tomorrow.

That thought made his heart rate pick up. Maybe you would touch him again. His wide eyes stared up at you curiously, his pretty pink lips parted just enough for you to have felt his breathing quicken when you tore open his haori to reveal his bare chest.

“Slut,” you muttered, never breaking eye contact with his broad, glistening chest. He must have gotten hot and discarded his kimono while working, you thought, and in doing so, leaving just the haori and his pants.

You pushed the rest of the fabric over his shoulders, letting it pool behind him at his wrists, and ran your soft hands down the hard muscles of his arms, just barely tracing your fingers over his flesh so they would leave goosebumps in their wake. His left arm twitched involuntarily. He shivered and clenched his jaw, a blush already creeping onto his face. This was how all his fantasies began– you, teasing him with innocent-seeming caresses– and they quickly devolved into you riding his cock until he was seeing stars.

“Let me wash up.” Hotaru said gruffly, although his heart wasn’t really in it. In all honesty, he thought bathing was a bit of a chore, and before you were in his life, he would often go long periods of time without washing. It was a habit he was only able to break once you came to live with him, though you had never asked him to. You had unknowingly made him more aware of his natural odor and appearance, even a little embarrassed, and so he begrudgingly made an effort to be clean for you. But that wasn’t really what you wanted.

“No,” you replied, placing a hand firmly on his chest to discourage him from getting up to bathe, “don’t. I want you like this.”

His widened eyes suddenly blazed orange with the fire of the forges upon hearing your command. There was no way, right? No way you really wanted him when he was covered from head to toe with day-old sweat, right? He felt his pants grow tighter. He couldn’t fathom it, so he just sat there, motionless, not even breathing, and waiting for you to laugh and tell him nevermind, it was only a joke. But you didn’t. Instead, you grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his head and pulled, bringing your faces only centimeters apart.

He kissed you first. You had only just recently taught him about kissing, and how to do it. He was still a bit sloppy, sometimes too eager to devour you with his tongue and too harsh when he pressed his hard body into yours, but the passion was there.

“My pretty girl…I- God,” he breathed in between kisses. He seemed to be lacking in restraint tonight, as he wasted no time in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking on it. You responded quickly, moaning and sliding your tongue across his fervently. He loved the way you tasted, any part of you, but especially your lips.

When your tongue entered his mouth, he gasped a little, relishing in the feeling of you taking over his senses. His hands flew to your back, one pressing right between your shoulder blades and the other wrapping around your waist. His hands were big enough to hold you securely in his grasp, to show you how close he really wanted to be; so close that you were almost like one person, filling each other up completely.

Slowly, you dragged your nails across his scalp, combing through his thick black hair. A shiver ran down his spine, and his fingers pressed even harder into the soft curve of your waist. As you combed, your fingers caught on a knot of tangled hair, causing you to unintentionally pull it. His head jerked backwards, parting your lips, and he inhaled sharply, a blush spreading all over his face in record time.

He liked it, you realized, and quickly closed your fist around a handful of hair on the right side of his head, yanking a little harder.

His face, which was flushed and sporting a sexually tortured expression, turned, giving you easy access to his throat. Still holding his head to the side, you leaned down and drew some of the sensitive skin between your teeth, nibbling on it just enough to leave a mark.

“Mmm, that’s…huh…” he gasped breathlessly, trying to hold in the sounds his body wanted so badly to let out– that you wanted him to let out.

You plucked one of his wrists from the bed and brought it close to your lips, figuring it was as good a place as any to start. You lightly peppered kisses all over the back of his hand, and then turned it over and peppered more on his palm, and then up onto his forearm. And then, halfway up it, you stuck your tongue out and licked a long stripe all the way up to his swollen bicep.

He let out some kind of strangled, choking gasp, like he caught himself halfway through a moan and thought better of it. He was practically shaking now, veins tingling with lust from the feeling of your rough, wet tongue rasping against his bare skin. His cock jolted and brushed up against the fabric of his pants, drawing a very quiet but still very, very pitiful whine from his throat. The place where your tongue had been now felt cool to him, in contrast to the heat brought by your touch.

“I’ll clean you up, ‘Taru,” you giggled, grabbing his other arm and repeating your previous ministrations, all the while gazing up into his fiery eyes. His brow had been furrowed and his eyes wide, but when you reached all the way up to his shoulder with your tongue, he closed his them, and when you got to his neck, his expression changed into one of complete desperation. He tilted his chin up to further accommodate you, so you drew your tongue languidly over his Adam's apple, letting your teeth graze it a little.

“Mmmm…” he groaned, throwing his head back the rest of the way, making it easy for you to push him down onto his back and straddle his hips. His breathing was heavy, and hot puffs of air fanned across your face as you pulled away to admire him for a second. You hadn’t even touched his dick yet and already he looked like could cum. His dark hair was starting to come undone, some sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his chest was heaving with every breath.

Your hands had been idle too long, which Hotaru reminded you of by squirming under your hips, pawing at your clothes, and opening one eye in irritation to see what was taking so long. You giggled a little, finding his desperation endearing.

“What is it, Mr. Haganezuka? Did you want me to touch you? Is that it, princess?” You teased, sitting up and hooking a finger under his waistband. He nodded furiously, rocking the bed in his excitement, and you grabbed his chin to still him.

“Use your words like a big boy.”

“Yes,” he croaked out, his throat dry and scratchy.

“Yes what, pet?” There was a pause, then…

“Yes, mistress,” he replied, voice low and slightly hesitant, like he was doing something reckless, maybe even dangerous. You grinned, stroking his cheek with your thumb. As cute as he was, and as obedient as he may have been, it would never be enough to change your mind– you needed to tease him for just a little while longer.

“The blades you craft compare to no others. And you are the greatest swordsmith I have ever met. Did you know that, Hotaru?” You purred, leaning down so your noses were just barely touching and your hair fell around his face. His eyes rolled back in his head hearing you say those words— probably the sexiest thing you could ever say to him. He let out a long, drawn-out groan, starting to lose what remained of his composure, and grabbed his head in his hands like it hurt to process that you were even real.

“Uhmmnnnnnn god please keep t-talking like that, s’so good…”

So you did.

“You are a true genius with the blade. Your creations aren’t just simple weapons for slaying demons, they are a work of art. You are an artist, Mr. Haganezuka.”

His heart felt like it had already burst out of his chest. Waves of pleasure rolled through his sore muscles, a tingling sensation prickling his skin and sending electricity straight to his dick, which bobbed and slapped sticky precum against his tense stomach. He let out a shuddering, hot breath. Any more praise and he’d be done for.

“And guess what? Look at me baby. Guess what?” You demanded, grabbing his chin and forcing him to make eye contact with you. You pressed down on his bottom lip with your thumb, prompting him to open his mouth and take it gently between his teeth. When you were satisfied with the amount of utter love and desire for you that you saw shining in his blown-out pupils, you continued,

“And you’re the prettiest swordsmith in the village. Prettiest body. Prettiest face. And definitely the prettiest cock.”

“Sh-shit! Ahh!”

He couldn’t help it. He bit down on your thumb as hot, thick spurts of gooey cum shot out of his aching tip, more pumping out with every twitch, coating the inside of his pants. A little bit even dripped out past his waistband, pooling in his belly button. He tried to cover his face with his hands, wincing.

“Was that too much for you?” you cooed softly, cocking your head to the side.

He was so embarrassed, face all red and scrunched up in humiliation. He had barely lasted five minutes, both of you were almost completely clothed, and to make things even worse, you had never even touched his dick– you hadn’t even breathed on it. But still, he couldn’t help it.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to put out the fire that was raging in his stomach. Because even after literally just cumming, the sound of your voice was enough to get him half-hard again. Unfortunately for him, you noticed, having felt the whole thing against your thighs because of how you were straddling him.

“Well, I’m still not done with you yet. Just because you made an even bigger mess of yourself doesn’t exclude you from my plans,” you said, readjusting yourself so your warm core was pressed up against his length through your clothes. Immediately, he bucked his hips up into you, albeit gently. It was almost involuntary, the way his hips twitched the second he felt your warmth against him. He whined like a girl.

“Stay still for me, and maybe you’ll get what you want,” you chided, crossing your arms over your chest and looking down at his flushed face with disapproval. You had him trained pretty well already, but occasionally he still had to be reminded how to act.

His body suddenly stilled completely, save for the trembling of his hands, which only shook worse when you ground your pussy down into his clothed dick. Sometimes, a little incentive was all he needed.

“Good boy,” you purred into his ear, watching the tip of it turn red and hot. And then, you gently bit down on it, forcing a shiver to wrack through his entire body from head to toe, and another strangled, low whine to escape him.

Before the sound had even finished leaving his mouth, it was cut off by a loud, completely unrestrained moan, caused by you dipping your head down and licking a vertical stripe across the center of his chest, from the waistline of his pants to the base of his throat.

“Ngh- Ahhh!...”

You kept going, dragging your tongue across his abs and over his belly button, and tracing his V-line with it, and lapping at his sensitive sides, and holding him still by pressing your weight into his hips and shoulders. He couldn’t help but squirm, but you didn’t mind. The desperate sounds he was making more than made up for it.

Every time your hot mouth connected with his flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, having to close his eyes and focus on not just pulling his rock hard dick out of his pants and rubbing one out himself, since it didn’t seem like you were getting there anytime soon. Not soon enough for him, at least.

You had graduated from licking and since moved on to biting and sucking the tender flesh of his chest, leaving a trail of red-purple bruises along his collarbones and ever so slowly inching closer and closer to his nipples. The closer you got, the more he squirmed, and you even had to deliver a particularly harsh bite to his sensitive neck to get him to stop, making his eyes glaze over in pleasure. However, it was only a momentary solution to the issue.

You paused for a moment to let your mouth rest and rehydrate itself, placing your forehead right under his collarbone. Your warm, quick breaths fanned out across his chest, so close to his sensitive nipples that he finally hit a breaking point. They were already so hard and ready, and the slight sensation of your breath on them was all the stimulation he needed.

“Please, please, please…” he whispered, arching his back high off the bed and trying to find some kind of friction, to no avail. He groaned, sounding almost as though he was in pain, all his muscles clenching at once. Already so desperate for you and you hadn’t even fully undressed him yet.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around you and sat up, bringing you with him, and pulled you onto his lap clumsily, not being as careful as he should have. He needed you so bad, he completely forgot about being your good boy and carelessly pulled at your clothing. He managed to get your top off your shoulders and halfway down your torso, exposing your chest, before you stopped him.

“Hotaru…” you warned gently, placing your hands over his and lacing your fingers through his. He was practically burning holes in your chest with his eyes, grinding his teeth and gripping your soft flesh even harder. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, the image of your round, plush tits sitting so pretty just for him making him drool.

“Please… please c’n I touch ‘em, please…” he gasped out softly, already sliding one massive hand over and grabbing you around the ribcage with it, his fingers pressing into your back and his thumb resting just below your tit. There was something about his eyes in that moment you couldn’t quite place, something like the stirrings of insanity.

You thought about his request for a second, letting silence fall over the room, save for his heavy, shaking breaths. He waited patiently though, looking up at you with his shining puppy dog eyes. You could have sworn you saw his bottom lip trembling.

Finally, after a painfully long silence, you nodded and he immediately cupped both of your breasts with his veiny hands. His thick fingers dug into the smooth flesh as he squeezed, and as if the feeling was too much for him, he threw his head back and let out a long, high moan.

“Ohhh…”

You kissed him. His eyes widened, whereas yours were closed. He was already too blissed out to even properly kiss you back. When you shoved your tongue past his lips again and glided it over his own, it was all he could do to open his mouth wider and accept it.

He knew he shouldn’t, he knew you would be mad, but he couldn’t wait anymore– he needed friction. So Hotaru reached down desperately, hoping you were too distracted to notice, and grabbed himself through his clothing, giving himself a few unsteady pumps. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, even through two layers of fabric, which were damp and sticky.

You suddenly pulled away from the kiss, leaving him cold without your needy mouth pressed into his.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself, Hotaru?”

He looked down, ashamed.

“I-I want you so bad. Need you. Please, j’st let me feel you, I don’t care how,” he breathed, eyes wild, almost scared, and darting all over your face in search of an affirmative response.

You sighed. As much as he didn’t deserve it, you were getting a little restless yourself and wanted to feel his cock splitting you open, so you reluctantly agreed.

Wordlessly, you got off him, standing up and making quick work of your clothing. His eyes were glued to you the whole time, raking over your naked body hungrily. He couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants.

“Take them off, Hotaru. Quickly,” you ordered, gesturing to his pants. He wasted no time in grabbing his soaked pants and underwear and hastily dragging them down to his ankles, fat cock finally springing free and slapping against his stomach heavily. There were still strings of cum hanging off it, but it made no difference.

You positioned yourself over him, straddling his hips, and lined him up with your dripping entrance. He watched hungrily as you prodded your puffy lips with his angry red tip. Then, you sank down onto his cock, taking the whole thing inside greedily with one stroke.

“I- ohh...ohh! Mm! Ahh…” he groaned, feeling every inch of himself dragging against your gummy walls. When his swollen tip finally hit resistance, it twitched dangerously, and he squeezed both your hips with a death grip, arms straining.

“Wait. Wait, I can’t-” he moaned, voice breaking, but you didn’t listen. The feeling of his thick, veiny cock stretching you out so deliciously was too good. You needed to chase it. Slowly, you pulled yourself back up all 8 and a half inches of him, your tightness creating suction, and that was all it took.

He came again with a whiny moan, body shuddering underneath you as a wave of pleasure overtook him. More thick ropes of cum gushed into your pussy, pushing deep inside you and making you feel warm, and full.

You groaned, sliding back down on his cock, trying to get him as far inside you as possible, so far that it almost ached. He actually squeaked, a high-pitched, broken sound escaping his throat, and his hips spasmed uncontrollably under you.

“N-no, ‘s too much! Can’t…can’t- uh!”

You tuned him out completely. His utter desperation for your leaking pussy was turning you on so much, you could already feel the heat pooled in your lower belly begging for release. You couldn’t wait.

Mercilessly, you slammed yourself down on his cock over and over again, ignoring the shaking of his thighs and his pitiful cries of “s-slow down, woman!” Or, “ohhh, jus’ like that pretty.” He couldn’t decide if he wanted you to stop or fuck him even harder. It hurt, but it hurt good, like when you pulled his hair or bit his neck. All he could do was beg you to stop and to keep going at the same time; to try and get away, but also to fuck up hard into your plush walls.

Before long, you could feel the heat building and rising inside you, orgasm rapidly approaching. Your breathing grew panicked, your eyebrows knit together, your cheeks flushed red.

“Hotaru…gonna cum…need you to help me.”

His eyes, wide and desperate, softened upon hearing your pleading tone. He wanted so badly for you to cum on his cock, he would do anything to make it happen. Thankfully, he knew exactly what to do, and exactly how you like it.

So he thrust his hand between your sweaty bodies and found your clit with the pad of his thumb, drawing little circles around it just the way he taught you.

“Jus’ like that! Yes Hotaru, good boy, you’re my good boy! Love you so much, love this big thick cock…hhnng, gonna cum!”

In less than a minute, your pussy fluttered around him, flooding his thighs with your juices, which trickled down his balls.

You dug your nails into his scalp as you came, groaning freely and without restraint. One final tug to his hair was all he needed, and his cock was bobbing up and down again deep inside you, shooting a blank since all his cum was spent.

He couldn’t speak anymore, just croaking quietly and letting his body seize with feelings of intense pleasure like he’d never experienced before. You collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily and lacking the energy to pull his softening length from inside you. His chest heaved rapidly as he came down from his third orgasm of the night.

Once your breathings had both returned to normal, you still didn’t have it in you to disconnect yourself from him. It felt right, having him inside you, and you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. He felt the same way, and wordlessly, he wrapped his strong arms around you in a passionate embrace, kissing the top of your head lovingly. And that’s how the two of you woke up the next morning.

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