Steddie Smut

Get What You Want

Daddy kink; choking; spanking; brat Steve

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"You know how to get what you want, sweetheart," Eddie said, holding Steve's throat rather than squeezing it like he wanted. Steve grunted, shifting his hips up against Eddie's slowed thrusts.

"Just do it," he grumbled.

"Just do it?" Eddie's eyebrow rose, his hips slowing further. Steve grunted again, frustratedly thrusting his own hips up to make Eddie sink deeper inside of him.

"You already know what I want. Just give it to me," he said.

"Is that how you ask?" Eddies hips stopped moving completely, his hand coming up to Steve's jaw and his fingers tightening harshly, forcing him to look at him.

"I don't care. Just fuck me," Steve replied, pulling impatiently at Eddie's hips. Eddie pulled out completely, making Steve whine, his nails scratching against Eddie's hips in protest. His whine was met with a harsh slap to his cheek, Eddie's fingers tightening back around his jaw once the blow was delivered, jerking his face so their eyes met.

"You're acting like a fucking brat," Eddie growled, his eyes dark and his fingers harsh. He shoved Steve's hips around, moving him onto his stomach. He ran his hand against Steve's ass, petting his skin with disarming gentleness. Then he brought a hand up and slammed it down, tinging his pretty tan skin pink. Steve jolted, crying out into the pillow. He sent ten blows to Steve's ass, one after the other with no pause in between, striking until the skin was violently pink and Steve was gasping into the pillow. Then he did the same thing to the other cheek.

"What do you say?" Eddie asked, squeezing the abused flesh.

"Thank you," Steve cried, his thighs shaking with the pain.

"That's right. Ask for more," Eddie said.

"Can I please have more?" Steve asked, his voice tight and shaky. He was gripping the pillow beneath his head so hard that his knuckles were white.

"More what?" Eddie asked, pinching his thigh just to be mean.

"Can I please have more of my spanking?" He whined.

"Oh sure, honey, thank you for asking," Eddie smiled viscously, rubbing his hand over Steve's right cheek again. He sent another blow, switching sides with each swat.

"Please, please, daddy please!" Steve cried, his thighs trembling as he tried to wiggle up the bed. Eddie smirked, spanking him twice more then gently laying his hands on his ass, his skin radiating heat.

"Please, more?" Eddie asked, just barely squeezing Steve's ass, making him hiss, his nails clawing at his pillow.

"No more, daddy, please. I'm sorry," Steve sniffled, his face a mess of tears when he looked at Eddie over his shoulder.

"You're sorry for what, baby?" Eddie asked, leaning over Steve with one hand planted on the bed by his shoulder, the other guiding his cock back to his hole. He teased at the rim, rubbing the tip of his cock in a line from his hole to his balls and back again.

"I'm sorry for being a brat. I'm so sorry, I won't do it again," he promised, laying his head back down on the pillow, his hips twitching with the desire to push them back against Eddie.

"That's my good boy." Steve whimpered when Eddie pressed back in, driving in until his hips were smacking against Steve's sensitive ass with every thrust. Steve gritted his teeth, pressing his forehead against the pillow. Eddie leaned up, grabbing Steve's hips and hoisting him up, sliding his hand down the length of his spine and pushing his lower back down, sending his stomach down toward the bed, creating a perfect arch. He kept one hand on his lower back, the other curled around his hip, tugging him back with every harsh thrust of his hips.

"Daddy, can I," Steve cut himself off with a whimper, pressing his forehead into the pillow, his fingers clenching against the sheets.

"Can you what, sweetheart?" Eddie panted, running his hand along the red skin of Steve's ass, admiring the handprints he'd left there, surely to bruise.

"Choke me, daddy, please," Steve whined, choking on a sob.

"Oh, what a good boy," Eddie purred, pulling out long enough to get Steve onto his back. "Asking so nicely for what you want." He grabbed the other pillow on the bed and pushed it under Steve's hips, pressing his thighs up and sliding back in. He grinded his hips forward in a lazy, deep rhythm that made Steve choke on his spit. Eddie pressed one hand into the bed by Steve's head, sliding the other up his chest, scratching teasingly at the hair there before wrapping around his throat. Steves eyes immediately rolled back, his muscles relaxing even before Eddie applied any pressure at all.

"This what you wanted, pretty boy?" Eddie asked, just barely applying pressure.

"Harder, daddy, please," Steve whispered, his face pink, his legs wrapping around Eddie's waist.

"So sweet, baby," Eddie squeezed harder, snapping his hips forward. "My sweet boy." Steves hips jerked up, trying desperately to match Eddie's thrusts.

"I'm close, baby, can you cum for me, sweetheart? Cum for daddy?" His hips faltered in their rhythm, shoving forward hard and fast.

"Yes," Steve choked out, one hand clutching the sheets, the other holding Eddie's wrist. Eddie watched, mesmerized, as Steve's cock twitched, shooting ropes of cum against his belly, untouched. His mouth fell open on a moan, teeth sinking into Steve's shoulder as he came, hips stilling deep inside. Steve choked out a high moan, squeezing Eddie's wrist as he was pumped full.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" Eddie prompted, sweeping a gentle thumb against the column of Steve's throat.

"Thank you, daddy," he whispered.