warnings daddy kink, d/s play, fem!reader
eddie loves when you’re deep in subspace, how you lay over his lap and submit to his every word so eagerly. you don’t say a word unless spoken to, not because you’re scared or so hopelessly devoted to it, but because you’re so devastatingly deep into the headspace that the slightest movement of his overwhelms you.
“tell me, sweetheart, where does it hurt?” he coos, pressing a kiss against your forehead tenderly.
eddie feels a part of himself melt as you look up at him with those big doe eyes he loves so much. you’re flushed, pupils blown out, chest dramatically rising up and down. he still makes you feel so shy. “my parts,” you mumble, “down there.”
he puts his pointer finger underneath your chin and lifts your head up. “be more specific, doll.”
you hold your breath, closing your eyes. “my cunt, daddy.”
he kisses your cheek, carefully moves down your body. you’re almost upset at the lost of the sensation of his warmth over you. “spread your legs,” eddie orders, and you timidly obey, your soft thighs parting. he gingerly hikes up your skirt, taking a good look at your frilly little panties underneath. “oh, i can see it now,” he states, “you must’ve been really hurting, baby. look how soaked you are.”
you nod, and he blows hot air over your clothed cunt without warning, making you shiver. eddie has to bite back a smile. “just running a test, honey,” he excuses himself, “tell me how it hurts.”
“i-i.. my…” you huff, “daddy, please…”
“come on, doll, don’t you want me to help you?” his tone is stern, but soothing. he’s so sweet even when he’s evil. “use your words. you can do it.”
you hate when he makes you say things out loud, but you relent. “my clit, daddy. hurts. ‘m throbbing so hard, dunno why.”
he nods, humming to himself as if he were deep in thought. eddie gingerly pulls your delicate panties off, and gently brushes over your clit with his thumb. you whimper at the feeling of the warm pad of his thumb stimulating you, and your legs tense. “ah, yes,” he says, “i see.. do you mind, doll, if i examine you?”
you know what that means. you gulp and shake your head. he hums contently, spreading your legs a little more as his index finger and thumb take their place on both sides of you and spread your cunt wide open. you gasp and whimper — it’s so embarrassing, but in a good way. eddie pulls back the hood to look at your clit; you can feel how close he is to you, how his hot breath brushes against the bud, sending shivers up your spine. “everything looks fine,” he states, “how strange.”
his other index finger trails its way up and down your folds — it doesn’t take very long for it to get slick with how wet you’ve gotten. “i’m gonna run a few tests, doll,” eddie tells you, and you feel him softly pressing against your clit again, his finger going in circles. you suck in a sharp breath, and whine as you exhale. he smiles unconsciously.
but he removes his finger from your clit too soon, and you whimper at the lost of it. he shakes his head — “don’t worry, pretty” — and tells you you’ll be okay. “daddy’s got you now,” he mumbles, “let’s just see what happens if i put a finger inside of you, hm?”
you gasp again as you feel the tip of his finger at your entrance. it’s slick, still, with your juices, and it slides in so easily despite how tight you are; but he moves so slowly, too slowly, and you ache as with every inch of his finger that goes into you. “please,” you sob.
“oh, does this hurt?” he frowns, “should i take my finger out?”
“no no no, please daddy, don’t, please!”
eddie chuckles softly. he loves how desperate you can get. “mm, okay, if you say so.”
eventually, his finger ends up all the way inside of you. eddie slowly thrusts it in and out, and you mewl at how good it feels. he curls it up, hitting that spot that he knows you love so much, and it rips a loud whine out of you that you didn’t even know was coming. “does it feel nice when i curl my finger up inside of you?”
you cry out as he keeps doing it. “yes, yes, feels so good..”
“attagirl, you’re doing so well.” he presses a kiss to your thigh.
but then he pulls out of you again. you sob for him to keep going; eddie doesn’t relent. “i think i’ve done enough tests now.”
you frown at him. “please, daddy…”
he smiles softly at you. “it’s okay, sweet doll. stay still while i give your treatment, okay?”
you nod slowly. “daddy knows best.”
then his mouth latches onto your cunt so quickly that it gives you whiplash. your back arches, hands gripping at the bedsheets as he laps up your cunt hungrily, moaning out his name over and over again. daddy does know best.