badboy smut

*Outgoing*reader x Momotarou

It was a sweet, summer break and Marsha usually spent them at the park, alone, on the swing sets, like today. Nothing was out of the ordinary, or new, or new-ish. It was just plain, an unusual feeling for Marsha. She whisked dust into the air with her feet with every push and tug she made, the wind blew her hair every which way, up, and down, up and down. Just plain. The suns fiery rays shimmered down onto her skin, simmering or eradicating any pores. It was THAT hot. But to Marsha, it was as hot as every other day that passed or hasn't passed. 

She was becoming bored and tired and sad with summer especially because of it taking all of her friends away. But she didn't care about all of her friends, she cared about only one, but he wasn't here either. She waited and waited and waited some more, but finally gave up as to her tank and shorts were becoming sticky with sweat. She pushed off the swing and as soon as she landed on the ground with a great 'thump', she heard her name. 

"Marsha...Marsha...Marsh, can't you hear!" 

She turned around to see him. Momo, with a new tooth missing and rosy cheeks, ruddy red hair and a big cheesy grin, coming at her with full speed, faster then she remembered. 

He wore a green polo shirt, with a leaf on the top right, chest pocket, a blue baseball cap, and tan cargo shorts. He presented himself as a little boy but she could definitely tell he was far from it. He grew a couple of inches taller, 5'8 or 5'9-ish, to her 5'4 height. His muscles seemed more muscular like they were doused with a "girth" serum. Yeah, he was hard to miss. 

"Momo?" she asked stupidly. 

"Yeah It's me, it's only been one summer." He pouted making Marsha chuckle for a quartet of a second. 

Finally, (not very) old friends have been reunited. 

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"How was camp?" 

"Oh, it was fun! So many hot bitches came, it was like having my own harem." Momo blurted. 

Marsha clenched her fist in jealousy, finding it hard to share Momo's enthusiasm. Momo, ignorantly, dished out a set collection of stag beetles he found while he was there, presenting them to Marsha like she hoped he would do her. But she highly doubted that would ever happen. 

"Hey, do you still not know how to tie your shoes?" Marsha flushed and looked away, hiding her velcro shoes from Momo's teasing glare. Momo chuckled and dished something else out of his backpack. 

'Rope?'

"How about I teach you with this," He baited, stretching the rope and twirling it around his fist. "We learned about all types of knots at camp, I'm pretty much an expert."

She nodded, ignorantly, unsure to what he was planning. 

Momo sat on Marsha's desk chair and motioned with his finger for her to come closer. She complied. 

He stretched out her arms and began wrapping the rope around her body. Under her armpits, between her legs, around her boobs, and every other place I didn't mention. Marsha struggled, becoming uncomfortable with the way the rope was digging into her skin. 

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to help." She looked at his handy work in the mirror when he (seemed) finished, flicking all the knots that plated her body. 

"It's not..." Momo grabbed Marsha's hips, forcing them onto his crotch. 

"W-what are you do-" Momo hushed her, swiftly cupping her mouth. He grabbed her hands, pinned them behind her back, and wrapped the rope around them tightly. He spun her around and looked at her. His playful grin was now replaced with a sinister smile. 

He cupped her breasts and fondled them through her thin tank, nipping at her neck earing moans from Marsha. 

"I missed you so much, Marsha." He traveled his hand down to her clothed pussy and started rubbing his fingers against the fabric. 

"Don't you feel how hard you're making me. Just looking at you, tied up here, makes my dick twitch."  Marsha groaned when he pushed his fingers into her cunt, making her panties go inside of her with them.  

"Damn, I can fill how wet you are through your clothes. Do I make you that excited, hmm, tell me." He wiggled his fingers sending shooks through Marsha's body. 

"Ahh, yes you do Momo." 

"Damn straight." He removed his fingers from her cunt and shoved her down to the ground. He unzipped his shorts and they fell down along with his boxers. His dick sprung out hitting the tip of Marsha's lips. 

"Now," He chuckled, "Do me a favor would'ya." 

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Y'all I'm so sorry I haven't been updating anything -^- I was trying to wait until school ended but I couldn't stay away from y' all too long. Any whozie, what badboy should I do next.