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Stress Relief

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 6.5k in an absolutely feral mood today, so here she is! 6.5k words, the longest smut I've ever written, what I feel is my magnum opus of self-serving porn about arkham!eddie 💚💜 flirty little fic where the reader knows Eddie is super stressed and just needs to relieve some of the tension so he can get back to using his big dumb brain to do his silly little crime request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, so much sex, oral, desk sex, chair sex, flirting, awkwardness i dunno there's a lot

Just after 8pm things began to wind down in the workshop. Ed knew better than to work with tools when he was tired, and would instead retire to the tiny office space at the back of the room. He would sit at his desk, air in the room warm from the soldering and metalwork, sweat drying onto his stained and torn vest, and he would work on his plans, his drawings, any cyber crime he had a notion for if the moment took him. It was a relaxing space. The workshop was frantic, the sewers depressing, his ‘bedroom’ barren and void of much comfort.

But this evening, with the moisture clinging to the brick walls, he felt smothered, claustrophobic. The papers on his desk made no sense, each time he picked them up and tried to make out his handwriting he was close to tearing them in half. Nothing nothing made sense. He was at breaking point, the last stand. Time was a factor, it always was, and his deadline was fast approaching. Each sheet, every torn page of lined paper, seemed to fade in and out of focus, as though the solution to his work was a mirage he would never reach in this drought of sense.

He crumpled a sheet he held in his hand, grumbling under his breath, tossing it towards the bin and missing it completely. With an exasperated sigh, he got up and picked the sheet up. He threw it into the bin, and it bounced back out. With a frantic yelp he picked it up and crumpled it further, popping the tiny ball into his mouth before spitting it back out and flattening it out. Just because he couldn’t understand it now, didn’t mean there wasn’t something important on it. The brain fog would lift. He’d be back to his usual self soon enough.

Stress had a way of doing this to him, turn him into a bumbling idiot no better than the people above him, that pathetic detective hell bent on ruining his plans, that dim-witted girl he’d had the misfortune of hiring as his assistant. One of the ordinary people. It took everything away from him, made him feel insecure and…normal. And it would pass, he’d smash something, yell at someone, have a rest, and it would be over. But this had been going on all week. Several traps had been destroyed, he’d even brought the flamethrower out and torched some scraps. He’d been taking it out on his assistant all week, and he was sure he’d made her cry at least once. Had tossed a coffee onto the floor on one of the few occasions he’d ventured to surface level. Slept an inordinate amount, especially as someone who survived on barely any rest. And all it had left him with was a knot in his stomach and a significant delay on his plans.

Slumping back down at his desk, he rested his head in his hands, sliding off the goggles and putting them to the side. The heat was suffocating, intense, his palms, beneath his gloves, were sticking and sweaty, clammy. He took the gloves off and threw them at the busted filing cabinet. He was so furious and there was nothing to be done about it. His mood was a puzzle, and he couldn’t solve it.

“Ed, I wonder if you-”

Her voice was cut off by the loud yelp he emitted, jumping up at it from his wallowing, pity for himself dissolving, replaced by agitation.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Why are you still here?”

“I know how busy you are, I wanted to stay and get as much done as possible. Plus, with you being so stressed-”

“I’m not stressed! I don’t get stressed, who said I was stressed? Do I look like the kind of man who gets stressed!? I’m far too measured for that. No, no. You get stressed, I get in the zone.”

She giggled, but the glare she was met with let her know that he hadn’t suddenly developed a sense of joy and was able to joke at his situation. Immediately apologetic, she offered a meek sorry. It was met with no more than a grunt. Ed leaned back in the chair, hand running through his greasy and messy hair. While he wasn’t looking, eyes under his palms as he groaned and moaned, she took an opportunity to look at him up close. He was always so busy, so focused on his activities. And cold, distant emotionally and socially, not just physically. But from the point she answered the advert, as uninviting as it seemed, she had been absolutely enamoured with him. His attitude, the way he carried himself. Such a lot of confidence for someone who looked malnourished, smelled like the floor of a mechanics, and was so self-absorbed in his own prowess that he hadn’t even bothered to ask if she had any qualifications. She was the only one who answered the advert, he couldn’t be bothered interviewing anyone else. He changed the phone number so no one else could bother him about it and set her some tasks.

His neck was tensed back, stubble from his chin trailing down under it, to just above his adam’s apple which was gently moving as he grunted, whined. God, he was a pitiful specimen. Unable to hold a conversation that wasn’t about himself or his work, touch-starved to the point where it had gone full circle and become endearing and sweet as opposed to unnatural and awkward. Zero ability to regulate or control his emotions, positive or negative. And so quick to snap at someone, her. Not afraid to dish out an insult or ten at an absurd volume. She could handle it though. In fact, the joke was on him because she actually found it intensely erotic. Four times now she had purposefully messed up; tidied some files in the wrong place, cleaning the wrong set of tools, washed his vest in with his green shirts, threw one of his little prototypes in the trash and telling him that’s what it looked like. All to hear him, spit frothing and flying from his gritted teeth, calling her stupid stupid stupid. It was bliss.

And her thighs clenched, she swallowed her saliva, prepared to be yelled at again, despite this actually not being her fault for once.

“Is there anything I can do?”

A short, sharp HA as he sat up, looking at her with a sneer.

“I highly doubt that if I can’t get a handle on what’s going on, that you would in any way be able to even begin to comprehend what’s going on. Just go home and stop distracting me.”

“I just thought…I don’t have to help in any sort of way that requires any thinking.”

“Play to your strengths.”

Ignoring his quip, she finished.

“I mean I could tidy up a bit in here. An organised space is-”

“An organised mind, yes yes. Fine. I’m not paying you any more though, this was your decision. If anything you should be paying me for the privilege of being allowed in my office. Thousands would kill to have this intimate of a view into the mind of the great Edward Nygma.”

He waited for her to be amused, but she raised her eyebrows, mouth still, and began to tidy the things on the shelves beside the door. Highly irritating. And she knew it. She knew how angry it made him to be ignored, for her to not fawn over his every word. She learned that quick. He loved flattery, but he’d have to earn it from her.

Head down, trying to make sense of the scrawls of writing and the circular diagrams how many circles, what is this even supposed to be Ed was constantly having to bring his eyes back down to the work. She was making so much noise.

How can someone make this much noise wearing flat shoes and doing nothing more than lifting some sheets of paper?

But deep down he was very aware that it had nothing to do with the whispered rustling. He was distracted by her. Watching her bend down to the floor. She crouched down to lift some papers. Her skirt pressed tightly to her skirt, her thighs, exposed at the top. He felt a small whine build in his chest. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose, it was stockings, and there was a small bit of shimmering, silk fabric attached to them, holding them up. He could feel himself getting dizzy at the sight. It was a physical effort to drag his eyes away, but luckily, she stood back up.

And he was able to get his eyes to follow where he wanted them to be. Up until his brain alerted him to the fact that she hadn’t adjusted her skirt yet. It was still riding a bit higher than usual, ruffled at the front and back slightly. At the moment he lifted his head to look, she reached up to the top shelf of the dusty bookcase. Skirt already dangerously high, it lifted as she stretched on his tiptoes, and for the briefest and most exquisite moment, he could make out the line where her cheeks met her thigh. Thick, soft and delightfully curved. He swallowed loud. She heard it, and facing away from him she felt confident that he couldn’t see her blush or bite his lip.

Flustered, Ed gave up all hope of being able to understand what he hell it was he had been fervently scribbling all week. The stress was building up, a headache threatening to destroy him. The knot in his stomach was spreading, hot and warm, and he noted that his entire body was tense, on edge completely, as if in anticipation of something he couldn’t quite pin down. Distracted by the thought, he had missed her move, and when his gaze wandered back to where she had been stretching, sumptuous exposure of her skin for his own pleasure, he panicked and looked around. And when he found her, he clenched his fists on the desk. Enraged to the point where his stomach churned.

On the floor, she was on all fours, desperately pulling at a sheet of paper under a pile of large, heavy books on the floor. Her rear was in the air, a submissive posture, and if he looked hard enough, which he was, he could make out a small bit of fabric between her thighs, covering her. His legs twitched and he rubbed his thighs, trying to loosen the tension he held there.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry Ed. There’s a sheet of paper under here but it’s stuck under the books.”

Was he buying that? It was such a stupid thing to say, but she knew she had to get down on the floor. Hopefully, the combination of stress and the discomfort she knew he was feeling at her invading his space, would be enough to stop him from seeing through the obvious ruse.

“I’m not…do you need it? Do I need it? Surely if it’s under there it’s not something that’s urgent…”

“It looks like one of the ones on the desk. It could be the missing part.”

“Ok, first of all, that’s…I’m not stupid, you know. I would know if there was something missing. And second of all, these diagrams and plans aren’t the kind of thing that have missing…you know what? You wouldn’t understand. Just…get it for me then.”

Perfect.

Wiggling her butt, she made a little grunt as she tugged the paper. Breathy, but not too much. Light, playful almost. An effort behind it. She tugged and thrust herself back, making an effort to move convincingly, not obviously. It was a fine line. She had been practicing. Few more tugs and that should be it.

Ed realised he’d been staring the whole time she was down there, making a fool of herself.

I can’t believe I’m getting this for free. I mean, how stupid and unaware do you have to be to not realise what a show you’re putting on.

He let out a small laugh, cursing himself immediately in case she heard, but she stayed at her task.

Down there on the floor, all for me.

His head was resting in his hand as he watched her, a smile crossing his mouth. But he shifted uncomfortably as the increase in tension in the cargo pants he wore.

Oh no, no no no no no not now.

As he felt himself harden to the point where it would surely be visible, he turned back to her, trying to make sure she was still focused. But right at the moment she fell back, breathing out and panting, adjusting her glasses and sorting her hair. The relief she let out pushed him past the point of no return and he clung to the edge of the desk, fingers pressing so hard into the wood he wouldn’t have been surprise if there were dents in it when he let go.

“Got it!” She jumped up, smiling cheerfully, breasts jiggling, her entire outfit now completely wrinkled by her strenuous activities. “It’s hot in here, huh?”

It was hot. Ed was sweating, beads forming on his upper lip and forehead, palms moist and clammy, his back sticking to his shirt.

“I don’t have a window, it gets stuffy after I’ve been in the workshop all day.”

“Oh, that’s ok, don’t worry! I might have to get a bit more comfortable while I’m tidying though…I hope that’s ok.”

Ed swallowed, but remained silent. What did that mean? What was comfortable? Ed’s mind was reeling, only stopping when she shrugged off her cardigan and placed it on the door handle. He let out a quiet breath, relief not lasting long as she reached and unbuttoned her shirt. Just one button more, but it allowed a much better view of her, breasts soft at the top, heaved into the cup of whatever bra she was wearing. He was irritated that he couldn’t see it.

Panicked, Ed pushed his seat back slightly as she began to make her way over to the desk. Was she going to slap him? Did she see him staring? How embarrassing. She smiled as she walked though.

What a completely oblivious fool.

“Here Ed, what do you think? Useful?”

She thrust the paper towards him and bent over the desk. Ed’s eyes flitted uncontrollably from the page to her cleavage and back and forth. He lifted a hand to take the sheet, desperate to move it to another position, somewhere not in the vicinity of her body so he could get a proper look at it.

A proper look at the paper. Not at…Just the paper!

But she let go before he had grasped properly, and before he could reach to catch it, she had a knee on the desk and was leaning on it, over it, hands reaching down towards him, reaching for the paper but dangerously close to grazing him, his body, parts of him he was desperate to keep hidden under the desk lest he have to have an awkward conversation.

It’s a biological response, don’t think nothing of it. He wasn’t charismatic to pull that off though, he doubted he would be able to even get a sentence out in this state.

He stammered, saying nothing and getting nowhere with the paper. She was on the desk completely now, crawling the short distance of it, reaching onto the floor, head over his lap. He closed his eyes, rolling them back into his head as he silently prayed for a miracle. Her hair fell, locks heavy enough for him to know that the were resting on his crotch. The smell of her shampoo struck him as she flipped her head back up, paper in hand, her legs swinging round to the front of the desk.

“Got it again!”

Ed smiled, at least he thought it was a smile. It might have been a grimace, it might have looked like the slack-jawed neutral position of an idiot goon. Her legs were to his side, body leaning slightly on the desk. He looked up at her, smiling down at him.

“You ok, Ed?”

“You can’t be…up there. It’s not safe.”

“It’s a desk, Ed” She laughed, but he was busy too busy trying to not notice her, to get her out of his line of sight. Her chest, exposed by the loosened button, the rest of the buttons tight. He’d never noticed that before. Shirt buttons so tight they looked like they could burst open. All the way down, her body, thick, curvy, looked soft to the touch. He tried pretending he hadn’t noticed before, but he had. At the interview, the way her cheeks were so round that the nudged her glasses up when she smiled. The way her thighs looked when she sat on a chair, wide, plump. The way her skirt and belt had sat above her hips, cinching her in the middle, extravagantly round above and below the curve. The way her bra straps were tight, how he could see through the back of her shirt the dent it made, the way her skin spilled gently out from the sides. It made him think of bondage, tight ropes on skin that protruded in soft, squeezable bulges. He’d never thought of bondage before. He’d never thought about bodies before this much.

“St-still…you shouldn’t be up…you should be down here at least.” Absent-mindedly, he patted his thighs and without giving him time to register or protest, she slid down from the desk and onto his lap. In a frantic movement, panic settling in, he jolted and knocked her slightly. And out of instinct he grabbed her, one hand on her back to prevent her from falling, the other on her thigh, steadying her.

“Oh…oops!” She clenched her teeth and made a silly face, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He lifted his hand from her leg.

“S-sorry…sorry. You should, I meant you should be on a chair not…I’m not like that…I don’t think. I mean the uh…we don’t have an HR department, thankfully! Not that…n-not…”

He was stumbling over everything, clumsy and distressed. He was absolute putty in her hands and she could feel him, feel his hard cock, twitching through his pants, she gently leaned into it. Pressing down harder onto him as she adjusted herself. Ed whimpered.

“Oh y-you…shouldn’t do that.”

“Why?”

It was a strange feeling to be the one with the upper-hand with Ed. He had been a controlling and commanding boss. He never faltered, never asked for something twice. He knew what he wanted to say and was never short of a word to say. He was diligent, forceful, articulate, unemotional. And here he was, unable to form a sentence, drooling so hard he had to keep swallowing his words, his protests at her position, straddling him in his office, his hands around her, gently pressed to the small of her back. He seemed younger now, like a pathetically horny teenager, faced with his first sexual encounter, afraid of touching the wrong place, saying the wrong thing.

“Ed, I can help with more than just tidying.” She shifted slightly, relishing in his facial features contorting, tongue licking his lips as they pressed tight, eyebrows furrowing in an attempt to hide the joy.

“I don’t…I don’t know what you mean. I don’t need help, I told you.”

“No, no. I couldn’t possibly help with your notes. You’re so intelligent, way beyond mine or anyone else’s limits.” He blushed at the compliment.

Hit him where it hurts. Knock him down.

“You’re so clever, I wouldn’t even dream of suggesting otherwise. I just want to help you as best as I can. You’re stressed, so stressed Eddie.”

She hadn’t called him that before. She was informal, yes, to the point where it bothered him that she would be so casual with him. But he’d softened to Ed gradually. He wasn’t softening to Eddie though. If anything, he was only getting harder which up until that point he would have said was impossible. Her hand was on his face, it was warm, soft. She scratched at the stubble on his cheeks, let her fingers graze softly on the band-aids, trailing lightly down his neck where she let her nails settle on his collar bones, tracing them back and forth.

Panic took over him, and it rendered him absolutely stiff. Every possible explanation flitted through his brain, and he settled on worst case scenario. This was a misunderstanding. She was innocently tidying, trying to do her job, make her boss’ life easier. And here he was, getting explicit pleasure from her naïve actions. It was a moral dilemma, ethical minefield. He wanted to reciprocate, because what if this was intentional. Would he miss a chance? But what if it was just an innocent thing? Would he be a creep? Would she quit? Did he even want this? He just wanted to do his work, finally get past the stress. Stress that was only increasing minute by minute as she ground against him, three layers of fabric separating them. Warm pressure, something soaking, her soaking…

He jumped up, hands on her hips lifting her and tossing her down onto the desk with a thud. He stood up, pacing in tight formation behind his desk.

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m not, I’m stressed. I’m so stressed.”

“I thought you didn’t get stressed.”

The pacing quickly stopped and he turned on his heel, leaning down, face close to hers as she sat on the desk. He raised his hand, finger pointed up, placed in between their noses with not much space on either side.

“You know good and well that I’m stressed. Don’t be so facetious, young lady. Or I’ll-”

“What?” She had interrupted him. The one thing he hated more than most was to be interrupted when he was giving one his lectures, for his sermon of words to be knocked off rails by someone with a less witty and educated opinion. He glared, and she kept his gaze, mouth turned down slightly and an eyebrow raised. She was asking for it, really asking for it.

“Come on, Ed. What’s going to happen?”

His breath was hot against her as he remained looming over her. As his irritation turned to fury, she suddenly broke, blinking at him, looking up through her lashes, a smile forming that she tried to twist out, but only managed to make her look flirtier, more brazen. This was no accident, he realised. This was the intention. My god, she might actually be smart.

With the realisation settling in his mind and chest that she was here to help him, to relieve him, he grabbed her arms and pressed a kiss down to her. She melted into it instantaneously, flinging her hands to his cheeks, the impact stinging him, he felt himself twitch at the sensation. His kiss grew more furious, teeth clashing with hers, his tongue in a violent probe of her mouth, her throat. He hadn’t realised how hungry he really was until he tasted her. His fingers gripped, tighter and tighter, her breath shuddered against his mouth and he loosened off briefly, offering her a sneer in way of apology.

Violence was the only language he really spoke though, tense, gripping control over someone or something. Vice like in his hold and fixation, she was a part of it now, an obsession for the moment, a puzzle that needed to be solved. He wasn’t bereft of experience, just not lately, not the past few years. He had other things to focus on, to build upon. But he was confident in himself, in his ability, and he would approach her body like a puzzle box, deftly and expertly probing with his fingers until he found out which bits made her open up.

His chest rose and sank, deep movements as he attempted to soothe his instinctive reactions to grab, to possess, to harm. He knew he should be slow, gentle, ease her into it.

“Ed, it’s ok. I’m…I’m into…whatever. I just want to help, really. I just want you to get past this stress.”

She looked embarrassed, ashamed to admit her desires. Meek, unable to make eye contact with him after admitting what he could only imagine was something she had been thinking of for quite some time. Who wouldn’t? He caught a glimpse of himself in the cracked mirror on the wall. His hair was wild and greasy, forehead and face filthy with dust and debris and grime, a clean patch in the shape of his goggles, eyes wide and feral, body covered in oil stains, band aids, blood and bruises, clothes stained and tarnished, holes and burns all over. He was a God.

And she was close enough to approaching him. She was leaning on her hands, arms slightly behind her, legs apart on the edge of the desk, but the thickness of her thighs prevented to much of her from being too exposed. One of the snaps on her suspenders had come undone and it fell to the side, the stocking lightly rolling down. Her flesh was dimpled, it looked like it would bruise delightfully. And as he followed it up and around to her hip he could make out her ass, round and pressed hard against the desk, bunched behind and around her. He brought a hand to her side, grabbing at her lightly, increasing the pressure.

If she was really into whatever, then he’d take advantage of that. He’d make her into his stress-ball. Relieve every bit of his tension, sink it into her.

“Get up.”

Immediately disappointed, she stood and began to shuffle out past his body, but he placed his hands on hers. It was a strangely delicate touch, almost intimately romantic as they stood in brief silence. She was waiting, for the tender moment to end with the soul crushing rejection she was certain waited for her on the other side of this bliss.

“Turn around, get up on the desk on your knees, and put your head down.”

A gulp and a quick spin, no further instruction needed. She was up and bent over, graceful as possible, trying not to let the allure and attraction dip with her shuffling into position, prone, before rising her rear up before him. He hiked her skirt up, a rough movement, exposing her skin, her underwear. He let his calloused and cut hands run over the sides of her ass, gripping onto the ample flesh, trailing down to the back of hers thighs with just his fingers, soft and ticklish motions, and rubbing round to the back, over her cheeks, where he pulled his hands away. She tensed herself, ready to be hit, and jumped forward slightly.

In quick succession, his brain pieced it together. He smirked.

In it for whatever, I assume.

He placed one hand on her lower back, holding the bunched fabric of her skirt, and smoothed his palm over her cheek in light circles before pulling back and slapping it back down. Her yelp rang out around the room, and he brought his hand down again, before she had time to inhale. A third time, and a fourth, a grunt escaping from him the last time as he stood back to admire his work, a red hand print preserved on her smarting skin.

Leaning close, she could hear him inhale from behind her, hands on the desk now. He was breathing her in, taking in her scent, and she let out a moan at the realisation. Invited by the noise of approval, he gently pressed one hand between her thighs and moved them apart further, moving away and dragging a finger from the top of the crack of her ass, all the way down to her lips, where he pressed in slightly, pushing the fabric between her lips, the gentle friction on her clit causing her legs to shake on the desk.

Two fingers began stroking over her panties, moving to pull them to the side, exposing her to the heat of the room, the heat of his breath close behind her. She could feel him, breathing, closer and closer until she could feel his forehead at her lower back, gasping at her entrance before sinking down into his chair, pressing his face against her, his pointed, slightly crooked nose coming into contact with her first. He buried himself between her legs, seemingly attempting to devour her entirely. Teeth gently grazed, tongue flicked and lapped, and the tingling as he breathed in and out of his nose gave her goosebumps even in the sweltering heat. She gripped the other side of the desk with her hands, banging her head listlessly on the table top as she pressed herself into the surface, desperate for something to cling to as her body trembled at his touch.

And as she could feel herself, wetter and hotter, he dipped two fingers inside, under his tongue, clumsily licking them as he pushed in and out, twisting his wrist as he moved. She moaned louder, unable to hold back the squeals, which spurred his own exacerbated groans, the sound of him vibrating against her walls as he pushed his tongue, his lips, his fingers further and further in.

“Ed…Eddie…t-this is so…so...oh ho oh…”

He started crooking his fingers as she spoke, hitting parts of her she hadn’t managed to ever get to herself. His fingers were long, slender and nimble, oddly skilled at this. Flesh wasn’t his usual media, he worked in metal and wires. Chaos and cruelty. But this was soft, tender and measured. His expertise knew no bounds, apparently.

As he worked at her, fingers slick, face reddening from the friction of rubbing, her juices dripping from his chin, he pulled back with a popping noise, letting go of the suction he had on her lips. He ran his forearm over his face, cleaning himself off, and undid his button, his zipper. He let his cargo pants fall to the floor, and stepped out of them, kicking them with his boots still on to the other side of the room. He spat into his palm, rubbing it over his exposed, throbbing cock. He gripped himself at the base of his length, pushed her hips down until she was level with him, and, rather unceremoniously, he pressed his tip against her, rubbing it up and down once to lube up, and then forced himself in, up to the hilt on his first thrust.

The noise he let out was entirely animalistic, a grunt, a roar, almost a wail. And they kept coming as he pulled back and bucked his hips back into her. There was a cacophony of ever-pleasant sounds. Her moaning, the choked, tearless sobs of painful pleasure she was emanating, his heavy breaths, the grunting and groaning he had given up containing, the sound of her ass slapping against his abdomen as he pulled her back, one hand on her skirt as leverage, his balls striking her with his thrusting. There was nothing about the room that was calm and peaceful now, but with each pump, each degrading spank he gave her, he could feel his tension escaping. He could feel the heat in his core, unable to focus on anything. There were no thoughts in his head, nothing to consider, nothing to think about. Pure animal instinct drove him and he was happy to be relieved of the responsibility of having a single thought other than how much longer he could last.

He pulled out, a moan escaping at the movement, she mewled as his cock teased her lips and clit on its way out. He leaned into her, his strong chest pressed to her, vest matted to it with sweat.

“Turn over.”

He helped her, hands soft and gentle as she sat on the desk, moving to her shoulders to push her back to where she was lying flat, legs off the edge. Crotch pressed against her, he leaned in to remove the buttons on her shirts, slowly and carefully. He untucked the shirt from her skirt, not pulled up and bunched entirely at the smallest part of her waist, her hips and stomach exposed completely. The shirt fell to the sides, and he took a second to properly consider her, reminded of how eternally grateful he was for a photographic memory. And without a thought, he leant in to kiss her again. This time he was slow, gentle. It was romantic, almost rehearsed. Which he could confidently and truthfully deny. He’d never thought this was a possibility, so had sought no time to even fantasise about it. This was instinct, natural. As much as he wanted a release, there was something tender and sweet about their time together, something that made them both vulnerable and therefor closer together.

As he kissed, he pulled at her panties, stepping back to remove them completely with her garter, running his hand up her calf and grabbing her thigh as he entered her again, slower this time. More considerate. Passionate in an entirely different way from the pure adrenaline invoked rutting before. But as he picked up the pace, he noticed how her breasts bounced as he pushed into her, and entranced by the way her body moved under him he became frantic again. She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, filled with him, under his grasp, totally unaware of the power she had over him there and then. If she’d asked him for anything he’d have given it to her.

With one free hand, he pulled up his vest, rubbing at his abdomen, further up his torso, exposing his matted, sweaty chest hair, desperate for more of his skin to touch more of hers. She leaned her head back, arching her back into him, the thud as she fell back down with a sigh sent shockwaves through him, her neck still exposed and vulnerable as she kept her head, gently twisting from side to side in pleasure, her hair falling onto the desk below her, glasses slightly askew on her pretty face. He reached up, running his fingers through her hair down to her chest, grasping at her breasts for leverage, using them to pull her down harder towards him. And in a flurry of passion, he brought his hand to her neck and grasped tight, fingers under her jawbone. It was the illusion of danger, she could still breathe, he made sure by watching her chest intently. And she did breathe, heavily, panting as he tensed his fingers and released them, a twisted smile forming on her face.

“Oh, Eddie…choke me…yes, Eddie…”

He growled, fingers pained at the grip he had on her skirt.

Fuck, fuck.

He was close, but he wasn’t finished yet. He wanted to hold her, touch her, have her as close to him as possible. So he pulled out again, smiling with pride at the disappointing pout she made as he took away the pleasure. He leant forward onto her again, pushing his arms round her back and gently lifting her to a sitting position. He sat on the desk, took her hands, and pulled her onto his lap.

He slid in easily, and finally in control, she ground herself against him. And as his head shot back, she lunged into it, biting and kissing at his throat, gliding and swirling her tongue along it, biting into his shoulder. He placed his hands under her thigh, positioning them under her cheeks and lifted her up, slamming her back down. One hand still helping, hips bucking against her, the other fumbled with the clasp at the back of her bra, unhooking it and watching it fall loose, still covering her breasts.

She shrugged her shirt off and he helped to move the straps down her arms. She was naked on him, aside from her skirt still hiked up around her hips, and the stockings, now falling down and exposing more of her thick thighs. Hands, trembling as though he’d never felt a woman before, found their way clumsily to her breasts, grabbing at them, squeezing them almost playfully, before his fingers settled on her nipples, teasing them, flicking and squeezing, circling them. He placed the other in his mouth, stubble burning her sensitive skin, mouth sucking loudly, mewling over her as he grazed his teeth and tongue over her.

He could feel the intensity building, certain that he was about to tip over the edge, he removed his mouth from her and held her thighs down and looked into her eyes. She looked back at him, grinding slowly on him.

Hands on her back, pulling her close, he brought her in for a kiss, their third kiss ever, long and languid. Soft as he whimpered into it, gripping her back, nails digging in, scratching down her spine, desperate to feel her as close as possible. He let out a brief sob, frustrated that he couldn’t be any closer, disappointed that it was all about to end. He pressed his forehead to hers as they moved against each other, panting and whispering.

“Let go Eddie, come on. Cum for me.”

It was a pathetic show of resistance, if there had been any at all. He released immediately, filling her with his cum, seed spilling immediately back out of her into his lap, she was still grinding, a sticky mess between their skin. He twitched, cumming again, harder this time, nails digging into her arms as it took him by surprise.

“Oh, Eddie, fill me up.”

Absolute filth, whoever would have thought!

He laughed breathily at her words, body tensing under her, trying hard to stabilise himself as every emotion he had ever felt left his body. He was barely able to keep his head up as she pressed a kiss to his chest above his vest, his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, his lips, his forehead.

She stood up off of him, and he lay there. Unable to speak, unable to move, entirely relieved of whatever stress he felt before. As she picked up her clothes from the floor at their feet, she heard Eddie shuffling around, collecting the papers from the desk and the floor, some of them covered in various bodily fluids.

“Oh, Eddie I’m sorry, are they ruined?”

“What? Oh no! But…can you leave now…I think I know where I was.”

She smiled, he was a bit callous sometimes, but she had gotten to know how his mind worked.

“Of course, do you need anything else before I go?”

“No, I think…I think I’m ok.”

She smiled, he wasn’t looking up from the various scraps of paper. He was engrossed in his work.

“But don’t…don’t go home yet. You can take my bed.”

She tilted her head at him. He looked at her briefly, cheeks still flushed. He broke the stare, back pouring over his notes. She began to leave the office, and he called after her.

“I might get stuck again. I’ll need you.”

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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 | Edward Nashton x F! Reader (NSFW)

gif source description: After a completely unsuccessful date, your roommate, Edward, comes to comfort you.

content: 18+ !!! SMUT, porn with plot, dry humping, hand job, unprotected sex, m!overstim, m!virginity loss, experienced reader, sliiiight size kink, crying during sex/ emotional sex, insecure! eddie :( , kind of angst, fluff... lots of fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, VERY BRIEF mention of past drug use, small mentions of Edward's childhood trauma, pre-riddler Edward.

word count: 9,334 (its a long one hehe)

This fic contains 18+ content, minors, please do not inreact

"Come on Edward, I don't ask for much." You sigh.

"Fine." Edward huffs, "I didn't want to meet the guy anyways." he begins to turn around and leave the room.

"Wait, Edward!" You call, suddenly feeling guilty over making him upset.

"No it's fine, I'll just lock myself in my room for the night." He says and you can't quite tell if he's being hyperbolic on purpose for dramatic effect or if that's genuinely how he took what you had told him.

"Eddie," you start, "I just asked you if you could please stick to being in your room tonight, and if you could please keep your door closed." You tried to explain, but he was already more than halfway across the room by now, and completely ignoring you.

It had been a while since you'd brought a guy home. Actually, now that you try to recall, since you'd been roommates with Edward, you don't think you had brought any guys home. Sure, you'd been on dates, you had been to other guys' houses, but anytime they'd try to go over yours you had a habit of avoiding it.

"I'm in the middle of redecorating, my place would be no good."

"My place is a mess right now, maybe we should just go to yours."

"The air conditioning in my building is broken, its hotter than hell at my place, can we go to your place instead?"

The little white lies would slip through your teeth every time going back to your place for the night would come up in the conversation. You'd never had this problem before- not with any other roommates- but ever since Edward had moved in, you'd found yourself struggling to let other guys over.

You'd thought about the scenario, bringing a guy home one night to hook up after a date, and while you're walking in the door Edward also happens to be walking into the living room at the same time. You think about the hypothetical encounter, of the man you're bringing home to- well, to put it bluntly, to fuck, and your roommate both giving each other awkward tight-lipped smiles. The thought made you cringe, you wanted to disappear into thin air at just the mere idea of Edward interacting with one of your potential romantic or sexual partners.

It wasn't like you and Edward didn't get along or anything. Sure, he was shy and a little bit anti-social, especially when you first met him, but you didn't mind. But the two of you have lived together for over a year now and you could say with confidence that he was really one of your best friends. Despite being complete strangers when you first moved in, within just a few months you had found yourself doing most things with Edward. You genuinely enjoyed his company, regardless of your friend's remarks about him being "weird" or "awkward" to which you'd protest and list off all the things that were great about Edward, and make some statement about how being weird or awkward wasn't even fundamentally a bad thing. Your friends would look at each other and smirk knowingly, almost as if they were hiding some secret language between their curved up lips. You'd ask them a dumbfounded, "what?", and their only replies would be nothing but hushed giggles and reassuring chants of, "Oh, nothing, nothing."

Your closeness to Edward is what made tonight's situation so much worse, as you suddenly realize that it was probably pretty shitty of you to tell your roommate where he can, and cannot be in the apartment when he's also paying for the place. You didn't mean to make him upset or to be demanding, it was just, that you on a whim had invited a guy over for the first time since you'd moved in, and the nerves were getting to you.

You'd been on a few dates with said guy, hooked up at his place once or twice- maybe it was three times. Things were seemingly moving well, he was nice, had a good taste in music and movies, and the two of you got along pretty well. Maybe your heart didn't swell up, and your stomach didn't flutter with butterflies whenever he walked into a room, but you liked him enough to try and see where things may go.

Feeling a little dejected, you decided just to give Edward his space for the night, and talk to him in the morning. It wasn't often that you would go so long without talking to Edward, but, you figured maybe that was what would be best for right now. You still had other things to focus on, like getting ready for tonight and straightening up around the house. You looked over at Edward's closed door and sighed, you repeated to yourself over and over in your head, "It's no big deal, roommates disagree sometimes, friends disagree sometimes... it's no big deal, it's no big deal," Trying to reassure yourself that it really was no big deal. You tried to think away your guilt, after all, you really hadn't done anything that bad, he'd get over it.

You turned back across the living room and looked towards your door, heading towards your room so you could get ready for the night. You stopped in your room for a moment to pick up your phone before moving to the bathroom to take a shower. While on your walk to the bathroom you text the guy set to come over to confirm your plans,

We're still on for tonight?

Yes ;) 7:30, right?

Yup. Perfect.

It's just passed 7 o'clock when you're standing bent over near the couch, fluffing up the pillows. You step back for a moment to observe the scene, you look back and forth between the two sides of the couch, noticing that the pillows to the right are slightly puffier than the ones on the left. You turn to the left side of the couch and try to perk up those pillows to complete evenness with those on the right but it doesn't seem to be working, you move back and forth between the pillows on each side but you just cannot seem to get them even. Your frustration begins to grow and you take a deep breath in to remind yourself that it isn't even that serious, he probably won't even notice that the left pillow isn't fluffed to the same degree as the right pillow. You exhale loudly as you sit down on the couch, picking up your phone to check the time, he'll be here soon, you note. There's a feeling brewing inside you, you think that it might be nerves, maybe even excitement, and it's making your stomach do loops. You smiled slightly and hoped that tonight would go well, that you had no reason to be so anxious about letting guys over, maybe tonight would be a big step in your relationship. The possibilities seemed endless.

It's nearly a quarter to 8 when you're sitting on the couch and wondering where he is, each minute passed your scheduled meeting time making your nerves grow stronger. You went to check your phone again, he wasn't concerningly late, but you were still a little curious as to where he was, you opened your messages to send him a quick text,

Running late?

Your concern begins to grow when it hits nearly 8:30 and he still isn't here, not even a text, you can't tell if you're more concerned over there perhaps being something wrong, or him possibly standing you up. No, he can't be standing me up, you thought, he told you, just a few hours ago he was coming tonight, maybe an emergency came up, you tried to convince yourself that he'd hadn't purposefully not come.

Despite your incessant words of reassurance to yourself, you still feel pretty god awful, maybe not entirely miserable, but upset for sure. You'd been sitting on this couch alone, in complete silence for the last hour. You told yourself you wouldn't cry, but, you seemed to be cutting it close. You were consumed with just this, overwhelming feeling of dreadfulness that you worried would follow you throughout the night.

All of a sudden, your phone chimes, and you jump in both surprise and excitement. In anticipation, you flip the phone over to see who has texted, but your heart sinks when you notice the notification is just from a friend. Still, bored and lonely you open the message.

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Hey, I'm out for drinks and this guy at the bar... isn't that the guy you've been seeing? Please tell me you stopped seeing him so I don't have to kick him in the teeth for being so...friendly with the girl next to him.

You glance only momentarily at the photo and immediately recognize it's him. The blurry shot encompasses too many details that you don't care to deeply analyze: the setting, the time, the girl whose hand is lazily thrown against his chest as her head's tipped back in a hearty laugh. You don't know whether to laugh or to cry or to scream- maybe all three at once

Your face grew red and warm as tears began to form in your eyes. You couldn't name the emotion you were feeling right now... you didn't know if it was sadness, anger, or relief, and you couldn't quite understand the deep feeling of embarrassment that invaded every crevice of your being. You couldn't even bear to respond to your friend's text, maybe you'd lie and say that you'd stop seeing him in order to save yourself the trouble and the humiliation of having to explain that you'd been stood up.

You tried to recount each encounter you'd had with him since you met, replaying the moments over again in your head, trying to think of where you could have gone awry. What did I do wrong? you asked yourself again and again. Was I too loud? Was I not funny? Not pretty enough? Did he find me boring? Was I too slutty? Too much of a prude? The questions seemed infinite, still, you couldn't pinpoint a moment that made it obvious that you had deserved not even as much as an insincere "I don't think things are working out" text.

You looked at your legs, at the skirt that was bunched up around your thighs, suddenly, feeling very insecure about being so dressed up with absolutely nowhere to go, and no one to see it. The tears finally began to fall from your eyes, one by one they poured down your cheeks. Your obviously emotional reaction over a man you'd only met a few times in your life only added to the embarrassment and shame you felt. You inhaled sharply, audibly, as you continued to cry.

Suddenly, a door creaked open across the living room, slowly, Edward timidly peaked out from around it. He looked over at you, his face suddenly dropping to a look of concern as he pushed up his glasses on his face.

"Oh god," you thought to yourself as you became aware that someone was actually seeing you in this state. You stared at him, wide-eyed and mortified at what could possibly be going on in his mind. You wondered if he felt sorry for you, or if he got some sort of smug satisfaction out of seeing you being stood up by the guy you had made Edward pretend like he didn't exist for.

"Y/n?" He asked, stepping away from the door frame, "Are you okay? Where's your date?" his eyebrows furrowed as he cautiously stepped forward towards you.

"I got stood up," you tried your hardest to laugh through your tears.

"Oh." He said, looking down at the ground, "I'm so sorry- I- you don't deserve that." He could barely look you in the eye as he brought his head back up.

"It's okay Eddie, it's fine." You say with an over-enthusiastic nod as you wipe away your tears with the entirety of the back of your palm.

"N-no it's not okay, y/n, look at you, you're crying," Edward says stubbornly, beginning to walk back towards you again. "Can I sit next to you?" he asks thoughtfully. You nod, and he takes the space next to you.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you can barely see him behind your tear-stained eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Edward asks.

"There's not much to say, Eddie," you sigh and blink a few times rapidly to rid the tears from your eyes. Edwards's face suddenly becomes clearer as the droplets roll down your face. "One of my friends texted me saying they saw him at a bar, with some girl, when he's supposed to be here. That's it, that's the story." You answer dejectedly. You hoped you weren't coming across as rude, especially not after earlier, you just were at a loss of what to say.

"I'm sorry y/n," He repeats, "Do you want a hug?" he inquires with an innocence that makes your heart nearly melt. You can't nod 'yes' fast enough.

Suddenly Edward's arms are wrapped around you, the position is a little awkward from being on the couch, but it's comforting nonetheless. You take note of how tight he holds you, how his fingers push into your skin at just the perfect pressure, his breaths are even and calm, and everything about his presence is peaceful. You'd always enjoyed Edward's hugs, his affection in general even. It had become routine for you to seek it out: slipping into his room every night just as you were about to head to bed to give him a hug goodnight, laying your head on his shoulder when the two of you watched a movie late at night and you started to get tired, linking your arms with his when you were out and the streets got too crowded. Of course, he was your best friend, obviously, you found his presence comforting.

Still, for someone you had known who grew up receiving no comfort nor affection his entire life, he seemed to know how to give it well.

"I feel so stupid, Edward." You admit tearfully, choking out into the crook of his neck.

"You're not stupid." Edward began to rub your back reassuringly. "He's the stupid one. No man with a brain would ever stand you up."

There was something about the way that he spoke to you, his voice was always so soft, so sincere, you could listen to him speak forever. You couldn't describe how it felt, you couldn't place the word for it, the warmth that encompassed you with each word spoke. Sometimes you'd purposefully ask him about topics you knew he knew tons about so you could hear him speak for a while.

You pick your head up from where it rested against Edward's neck, pulling back slightly, staring at him. Had his hair always fallen so perfectly against his forehead, his glasses suit his face so right, his lips always looked so soft... had he always looked so... beautiful? You thought about those photo booth pictures the two of you had taken together on a day trip you had taken over the summer. You had hung them up on the mirror in your room, you saw them every single day. You thought about the sweet smile he had on his face, and how happy he looked, how every time you passed and looked at the photos you had this inexplicable giddy feeling coursing through your veins.

Edward looked you up and down and frowned,

"Look at you..." he started in a low whisper, almost to himself, "I'm sorry, I know this is forward, but you look... so beautiful tonight- you shouldn't have had to waste it." In an equally as forward move, Edward had reached forward and placed his hand on your cheek, gently wiping away with his thumb.

"Thank you, Edward," You sniffled, his small compliment meant everything to you at the moment, and a small smile cracked at the corner of your mouth. "I guess it's not such a waste if you think I look beautiful tonight."

Edward tilted his head, his jaw clenched and he swallowed hard as he seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact,

"Not just tonight- y/n, I think... I think that you look beautiful all the time."

Your eyes went wide as Edward spoke, you felt your heart skip a beat, even at the simple compliment and suddenly something clicked, everything made sense, and in your emotional state, you acted on impulse,

"Edward?" You asked, anxiously.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" You trembled as the words came from your mouth, worried you may have just ruined your entire friendship in four little words.

"Please." He said, almost as if he was begging.

Without even processing the weight of his response you pressed your lips to his, and he kissed you right back instantly. Something about it immediately felt right, all those butterflies you had been missing with the guys before suddenly entered your stomach all at once as soon as your lips met Edward's. You felt so stupid, this feeling that you'd been searching for has been right in front of you this entire time.

It was like all the breath had been knocked out of you the moment your lips met Edward's. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, pushing you forward a little to deepen the kiss. You couldn't believe that it was even possible to feel like this, you hadn't even felt this euphoric that time you experimented with drops at a college party. Not even snorting the world's finest, purest cocaine could get you even remotely close to this feeling.

It was perfect, no, perfect could not even come close to describing it. You wondered for a moment how much experience Edward had to be this good of a kisser, you'd never seen him bring anyone home, nor had you seen him go on any dates since you'd known him, he'd never mentioned an ex's before. Yet, you were sure he had to have had some experience, no one is naturally divine with no practice, and despite you being the one in his hands now, your lips on his, you couldn't help but feel jealous of these imaginary people in your head that perhaps Edward had been with before you.

You placed both of your hands on Edward's cheeks in an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You knew it wasn't possible, you knew you physically couldn't pull him any closer, not when he was already touching you. The molecules that made up each of your beings vibrated too fast, too close to each other for there to ever be a possibility of being any closer to him.

It was when your hands dropped down to his neck that something within the kiss had changed, a hand suddenly found its way to your waist, gently pushing its way into your skin. You tilted your head to the side and your mouth parted slightly, and you welcomed the feeling of Edward's tongue against your own. The kiss suddenly got sloppy as you were overcome with overwhelming neediness. Your hands moved to his head where you gently tugged at his hair, making him groan softly into your lips. This small reaction drove you absolutely wild.

You find yourself shifting in your spot, both of Edward's hands on your waist now, you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin where your midriff shows between your skirt and your top. He's holding you tight, but not rough, like how one may hold very expensive and very fragile glassware; careful as to not let it slip from their hands and break.

There is something more salacious now about how your lips move together, tongues brushing past each other, gentle groans and hums slipping from your mouths. Edward's pulling you at your waist, trying to bring you into him as close as you can. You give in, lifting yourself up to your knees before bringing one leg around so you're straddling him. You wondered if this was real or if this was simply a dream, You mean- hungrily making out with your best friend on a Friday evening is not really your average night. It seemed, a little too perfect, you were half expecting this to be some sort of product of your subconscious, expressing itself as you drifted the night away. Any minute now you supposed you'd wake up with an ache between your thighs that you'd take care of, trying desperately to hold on to the last remnants of this feeling to get you off, before you inevitably cried yourself back to sleep. But the moments passed and you didn't awake, and you swore you felt everything all of it, it was all real.

You settled into Edward's lap, your hips perhaps pushing forward a little too enthusiastically. As your body moved forward you found yourself slightly confused, what the hell does Edward have in his pocket? The TV remote? There's no way that's his- oh my god he's huge.

Edward pulled back from the kiss, his glasses hung near the tip of his nose, and his eyes were wide, he looked white as a ghost, mortified.

"Oh my god- y/n- I'm so sorry." He began shaking his head perfusely.

"What? Edward, what's wrong?" You ask in response, nervous, was he not enjoying it? Did I just ruin everything? Is our friendship completely ruined? Your mind raced as Edward looked up at you with wild eyes and a slightly open mouth. He looked stuck as he began to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times before anything could come out.

"Oh-oh, you- you didn't feel- um- you can't feel- it?" Poor Edward was trembling, his face going from a pale white to a rosy pink. You suddenly understand what he means, slightly upset that he had felt so embarrassed by something so normal.

"Well, it's kind of hard to miss." You giggle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh god-" he looked even more terrified, "I didn't mean- I'm so sorry."

"No- Edward. No- I didn't mean it like that," You shook your head, "It's just," you laugh a bit awkwardly, "You just seem to be pretty hung."

"I- what?" He furrowed his brows, he looked utterly confused.

"Oh..." You said slowly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, realizing he didn't know what you meant. "Like your dick, it feels pretty big."

"Oh," He sighed, a small, proud, smile forming on his face. "I didn't make you... uncomfortable... did I?"

"God, no Edward, no- no- I was, I was like totally into it," You smiled wide, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Should we- Well, can we continue then?" He asks, his chest rising and falling quickly as it seems like he's trying to catch his breath.

"Please?" You say, a little desperately.

You lean forward so your chest is nearly touching Edward's and your head is buried in his neck. As you lean forward, extending your back, your already mostly rolled-up skirt rolls the rest of the way up to your thighs. Edward slides his hands up the now exposed skin, nearly all the way to your hips, his fingertips just barely graze the waistband of your panties as his fingers slide under your skirt. The small touch gives you chills, and part of you wished he'd just hook his fingers into the band and take them off of you.

"Is it okay that I touch you like this?" He asks shyly

"Mhm," You lift your head up from his neck to look him in the eyes, "Baby... " you start, "Can I call you that?

He nods enthusiastically

"Okay, then, baby...you can do... whatever you want to me." You say slowly, deliberately, to drive home you really mean it. Because, you did, you really meant it. As you looked Edward in the eyes right at this moment, you could say with confidence that you'd never been so desperate for someone in your entire life. You were working so hard to maintain your composure but you thought for sure the whole apartment complex could hear just how loud your heart was beating. It felt like your brain had gone into overdrive, your body was hot, and could not ignore that throbbing feeling between your legs.

Your few short words made Edward twitch beneath you, and the sudden movement had you bucking your hips into his. A small groan escaped his lips at the movement, and he tipped his head so it rested over the top of the couch, which indicated to you that he was content, so you continued, moving your hips back and forth, creating delicious friction between the two of you.

You'd never been so turned on by simple foreplay before, you wondered that since there was so little fabric between you and him if he could feel how wet you had become if you pressed into him too hard.

"Mmm'Eddie...," A gentle moan slipped from your lips as your clit brushed against Edward's erection at an, especially, pleasureful angle. "Fuck"

Edward's head picks back up to look at you, his glasses are foggy from the heat of his own breath. He doesn't speak, simply he stares up at you, mouth agape, whining with every movement you make. His small sounds only make you crave him more, you can't help but want him to be louder, using the full range of his voice to tell you how good this feels. You swear you could finish right there at the idea of it.

You grab one of Edward's hands from your thighs and place it right over your heart so he can feel how fast its beating.

"Can you feel how crazy you're driving me?" You smirk.

Edward smiles back at you, seeming pleased with how much you were enjoying yourself. His hand eventually runs down the side of your body, caressing every inch of skin on the way down, before resting on your thigh once again. There was something so sweet about the way he touched you, he was eager, yet somehow at the same time, hesitant and unsure. It was nerves you figured.

"Ah- stop, stop," Edward said breathlessly, his hands suddenly becoming rigid against your thighs. "I'm about to-"

Your movements slow, and quickly stop as soon as Eddie tells you to,

"It's- it's okay if you do." You had to admit the idea of him finishing before he even got inside you was hot.

"No-no, I want to last for you." He pants.

You nod, you won't argue, you know if he spares himself from release now, you'll move onto far more pleasureful things than just some over the clothes action.

Edward's hand slips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slip under it slightly, before, in a somewhat more bold move, he pulls your body close to his once more, by the hem of your shirt. Then, his other hand is at the hem of your shirt and he's tugging it off of you, exposing the expensive, lacy bra you had on, the one you'd originally worn for someone else, but truth be told, you so much preferred Edward being the one who got to see it over anyone else. Your top was tossed somewhere across the room, and Edward ran his hands up and down the curves of your upper body, enjoying the feeling of your flesh underneath his palms. He examined you carefully, making sure every inch of skin had been seen by his own two eyes, taking extra time to examine your chest, which, you had to admit, looked particularly voluptuous in this bra.

"Should I take off my skirt too?" You ask.

"Yes." He responds eagerly, you find his enthusiasm endearing. You pull yourself up from where you're sitting on Edward's lap. Your legs shake slightly as you try to stand yourself up, but you're eventually able to find your balance.

"Can you get the zipper in the back for me Eddie? It get's a little stuck sometimes- and you're stronger than me." You ask with a smirk. You're half lying- Edward is stronger than you, sure, but your zipper never really gets stuck, you just wanted an excuse to have him help you undress (as well as to boost his ego a little).

"Oh, yeah, sure."

You turn around and Edward places one hand on your waist, you notice how with his fingers wrapped around the front of your torso, and his palm placed firmly on your back, his hand takes up nearly the entire side of your body that it's on. His other hand makes its way to the zipper of your skirt which he tugs down with ease. His hands then quickly trace the outline of your upper thighs, his palms slightly graze your ass as he removes them from your body.

"Thanks, Eddie." You say cheerfully before hooking your fingers into the waistband of your skirt and bending all the way over in front of Edward to take it off. You were definitely putting on a little bit of a show for him, the way you were bent over made you feel like you probably belonged in that one scene of Legally Blonde.

You slowly stepped out of your skirt, careful not to lose your balance and make a fool of yourself. You came back up, your hair flipping slightly as you did so. You turned back around at Edward, who sat in front of you, looking dumbfounded.

"Y-you're gorgeous," he choked out, "Absolutely, perfect." He said as he once again took the time to examine your body. His complements warmed your heart, they seemed so sincere, so sweet.

"Thank you Edward," you blushed as you climbed back into his lap.

You lean into Edward slightly, resting your head against his shoulder, placing light kisses against his neck. His breath is ardent against the exposed skin of your shoulder as you begin to suck on the skin of his neck. He's only slightly slick with a very fine layer of sweat on his skin, but you didn't mind, you were sure you were the same. You lightly nipped at the flesh of his neck, before continuing to place hot, sloppy kisses in the same spot. You alternated between kissing and biting against multiple spots on his neck, breaking some of the blood vessels that sat under the skin, leaving small bruise marks.

"K-keep going, I like that," Edward said, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight embrace to keep you close to him.

"Of course Eddie," You mumble against his neck. You wonder if he can feel just how hard you're smiling against his skin, or the beat of your own heart as it presses against his chest.

You continue to kiss at Edward's neck until he speaks again,

"Wait-" His hands are on your hips again, and he picks your body up from its position against his chest. "Let me kiss you too," he says eagerly.

You're enthralled by his enthusiasm to reciprocate your affections, and his general focus on your enjoyment as well. You find it sweet, most of the time, men hardly have cared about your pleasure, sex was simply an action that benefitted them, and if you got lucky maybe they could manage to fuck you juuuuust enough for you to not have to fake an entire orgasm.

You scooted forward in Edward's lap, so now your thighs are nearly straddling his waist. Edward sits up only a little, and suddenly you realize just how tall he is. Even with you sitting on top of him, his eyes are pretty much level with yours. It's slightly intimidating, but you like it, as his hands hold you firmly at your sides you feel, safe, protected, despite your exposed and vulnerable state.

Edward's lips eventually meet your neck, they're wet and warm, and you're met with a pleasant comfort as they work against your skin.

"Ah-" A small whimper escapes your mouth as Edward's teeth lightly sink into your skin. It's a pleasurable pain, it feels so good that you nearly forget that at its core, being bitten hurts. But the light pricks of his teeth combined with the warmth of his tongue was nearly overwhelming. He wasn't even touching you inherently sexually and you were still losing your mind at how worked up you were getting. "You're... so good Edward."

He hums contently against your neck, not stopping what he is doing to respond.

You made a note in your head of how you planned exclusively to wear lower cut tops for the next few days to show off how Edward had marked you. In fact, you were almost excited to get to show off the hickes he'd left on your neck, something about him having marked you as his, just drove you absolutely insane, and the fact he had ones to match, only made it more thrilling.

Edward's teeth bore into your skin harder than they had before, which caused you to yelp slightly at the sensation. You tried your hardest not to buck your hips into his once again, despite how deeply you craved that friction against your core. It gets to a point where you cannot take it anymore, you need him, and you place your hands on Edward's chest, pulling yourself away from his kisses against your neck.

"Are you okay?" He asks nervously.

"Never better." You smile breathlessly.

You bite your lip, your hands trailing down to the waistband of Edward's pants. Your fingers graze over the buckle of his belt,

"Can I touch you, Eddie?" You ask, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yesyes-please." His head moves up and down fervently.

You scooted yourself back on his lap a little bit to allow for some room for you to pull down his clothing. You unbuckle his belt impatiently. Edward lifts his hips slightly you can move down his trousers. Your fingers hook into both the waistband of his pants and his underwear and you pull both down to about his mid-thighs simultaneously. As you pull away his layers his erection springs out of his clothes, nearly slapping back against his stomach as its freed from the restrictions of the fabric.

You looked down at Edward's lap, at his entirely rock-hard cock. Needless to say, your assumptions from before were completely correct. You were a little, stunned to say the least. It wasn't that he was exceptionally huge to the point that sex would be painful and he would completely rearrange your insides, but he was certainly, of a completely satisfactory size.

You look back up at Edward, his face now a bright red as his chest heaves up and down, and he's completely avoiding making eye contact with you. You place one hand on his cheek, it's hot from all the blood that has rushed under the skin, you brush your fingers against it gently before moving them to under his chin, you pick it up, making him look at you.

"Don't be so shy," You smile, though, you know that's just how he was naturally, you want him to be confident and comfortable while he's with you, especially in such an intimate time like this. "But- if you're uncomfortable sweetheart, we can stop." You reassure, you know the situation you're in is a weighty one.

"No, don't stop, please don't stop," He says earnestly, "I'm fine," He nods, "Perfect actually."

"I'm so glad," You're relieved to hear he's just as eager as you. You return your focus elsewhere, "God, Edward," You smirk as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, he's immediately whimpering from the moment your hand grazes the sensitive skin, "You're so big." you begin to work, pumping your fist up and down his shaft.

"You- you think so?" He asks, genuinely.

"Biggest I've ever had." You bite your lip.

You continue to work your wrist up and down at a steady pace, Edward's hips lift in time with your movements as he needily fucks into your hand.

"Like that," he barely slurs out, "Fuck that's so good. God you're so soft-"

The head of his dick leaks a small amount of pre-cum which you smear upwards with your thumb, causing Edward to sigh, completely full of pleasure.

You're having fun, more fun than you have ever had giving someone a handjob. Something about how evident it was that Edward was enjoying himself, his whimpers and moans, his soft words of praise, it was delightful. Seeing Edward so completely in bliss as he threw his head back and his glasses slipped down his face filled your heart with the most overwhelming joy.

Seeing Edward in this state also only added to how absolutely badly you wanted him, the throbbing in your core was absolutely unbareable. You don't think you'd ever been so wet in your life, and you were certain that Edward could hear just how wet he'd made you everytime you moved even slightly.

"Fuck, Edward," You moaned as you looked into his lap, watching as his cock began to twitch in his hand, signifying he was close to release. "Edward I need you so bad. Can I have you? Please, please Edward." You begged eagerly, he hadn't even denied you anything, you were just so desperate to have him inside you, you felt the need to beg for it.

"Yes- yes." He nodded, his head moved up and down rapidly as he panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. You removed your hand from him, ready to finally jump his bones. "Wait, Y/n, before we start- can- can I tell you something?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.

"Of course baby."

"I, um, I haven't ever- this is my first time." He admitted, looking somewhat ashamed. You had to admit, you were a little shocked, not in a bad way, you were just surprised Edward had never had sex before. It was just hard to believe, he was just such an absolute pleasure to be around and, he was so, so very very handsome.

"That's okay Eddie- that's alright." You smile reassuringly, you're excited to be his first time, you hoped that you've made it at least somewhat special for him so far.

"Just- what if I finish too soon?" He asks, pushing his glasses up on his face.

"What if?" You ask, "Then that's okay, there's no shame." you assure.

"I just don't want to disappoint you, I mean- I know I will, but I want to make you cum to."

It was entirely endearing how focused on you Edward was, even during his first time.

"You won't disappoint me Eddie," You frown, "I mean this when I say, you're already the best I've ever had." It was true, you hadn't even gotten to home base, hell, your pussy had barely been touched, and you were already over the moon. Maybe it was because perhaps this was a long time coming, but the overwhelming joy you felt even just being in this situation with Edward was incomprable to anything you've felt before.

"Are you sure?" he asks carefully.

"Positive baby," you lean close to him and give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Plus, there's more ways to make me cum than just using your cock."

"Okay," Edward nodded.

"Can I...?"

"Yes."

You smirked, and sat up on your knees a little so you could adjust your panties. Though, before you could get to it, Edward had pushed two fingers into the crotch of your underwear. You moaned softly as a gentle finger brushed against your clit, his fingers slid against your soaked folds as he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it aside. Edward seemed slightly astonished at how wet you were, as were you. The air from the apartment was cool as it met your wet cunt, causing you to shiver slightly.

"I didn't know it was usual to get this wet," Edward said, a little surprised.

"I don't usually," You admitted, and then leaned forward so your lips barely grazed the lobe of his ear, "This is all from you."

You couldn't see Edward's reaction to what you had said but, you did find his hands on your hips once again, guiding you slowly to him. Eventually you felt the head of his cock brush against your clit, and you swear you were already ready to cum right then and there. It took some slight manuvering, his tip sliding between your wet folds towards your entrance. Eventually, you felt that you were properly aligned and you sighed, your anticipation not able to take it anymore, and you began to slide down his cock.

You were a mess from the moment his tip met your entrance, your fingers dug into his torso at the pleasurful stretching sensation.

"Fuck, Eddie," You moaned nearly immediately. Edward was able to enter you with complete ease, with how wet you were and all.

"Fuck- you're so-" Edward groaned, "So... so... wet, and warm, fuck." he looked like he was losing his mind, but you absolutely were too. You were both breathless by the time he had entered you completely, you couldn't believe how deep inside you he was. Still, despite the size, again, it was not to a point where it was painful. He was, just right.

You had to regain your composure before you could lift your hips up again. You took a deep breath before sitting up on your knees once more,

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," You moaned at the sensation of Edward's length moving against your walls. Then you lowerd yourself once more, cock once again burrying itself into your cunt. As Edward bottomed out into you you stayed there for a moment once more, rocking your hips back and forth, really savoring the feeling of him inside of you. "SHIT." you exclaimed as you bent your hips at just the right angle for him to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Meanwhile, Edward seems to be in an equal amount of bliss. Actually, you noted he looked, sort of like he was having an exorcism. His mouth wide open, moaning, his head and eyes both rolled back as his body shook.

You began to pick up the pace a little, you raising and lowering your hips at an increasingly faster rate. Edward's hands only lightly guided you up and down his shaft, as, you were doing most of the work. But, you didn't mind that, not at all, how could you when he looked like that. Despite your previous notion of how he seems as if he's getting a demon exorcized out of him, he still, looked like an angel. The way his shaggy hair framed his face, the way his fogged glasses slipped down the perfectly curved bridge of his nose, how the warm flush of red in his skin perfectly complemented his soft, roud, cheeks.

"You're so pretty Eddie," You slur, "So soo pretty Eddie"

"You're..." His hands slide up from your hips to just under your tits, "God- fuck, you're so beautiful." He's breathless, panting lounder than a dog after playing in the sun. "I can't b-believe I have you like this right now" the words fall from his mouth lazily.

"It's my pleasure, handsome," You lean over, pressing your chest to his, and letting your head fall against his shoulder. His hips suddenly buck into you, meeting your pace, and that combined with the new angle you're situated in, makes you cry out in pleasure. Your shrieks are only stiffled by the skin of Edward's neck. "Please, please keep doing that Eddie, fuck, Eddie." You cannot get enough of the feeling as you suddenly start to feel something bubbling in your lower stomach. You couldn't have been coming close this soon? Could you?

"Fuck" Edward suddenly exclaims, making you life your head. "I'm- I'm gonna- fuck- this feels too good- I can't-"

"Go ahead, cum for me baby." You urge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, which only adds to your neediness, the pressure in your abdomen only growing more and more noticable with the passing seconds.

Edward sputters out a long string of expletives as the movements of his hips become lazy.

"God, I'm-" and suddenly he's finishing inside of you, it's warm, and any remaining friction between the two of you completely disappears as he does so, your combined wetness makes your slowing movements entirely fluid. His mouth is wide, and he is moaning insesentally while simultaneously trying to remember how to breathe. Despite being on top of him, the weight of your body cannot stop the shake in his legs as he empties into you. You cannot remember the last time you'd let someone finish inside you, despite being on the pill, you'd always made everyone you were with use protection, it was a mental thing. But Edward, you didn't mind, in fact you enjoyed the feeling of him emptying inside you, you wanted him to fill you up. And full you were as you slowed your hips, ready to stop.

"No- no," Edward can barely gasp out, his fingers holding onto your sides so hard you're sure they'll leave bruises. "Keep going, I want you to cum too."

"Eddie- are you sure?" You ask, noting how clearly spent he was, "I don't want to kill you baby."

"No, keep going," Edward places his head into the crook of your neck, "If you kill me, at least I'll die happy." He says which causes the two of you to laugh slightly.

"Okay baby, thank you." You say, appreciative that he's ready to take this overstiumlation, especially on his first time, to let you finish too. "I'm already, so close." You moan as your hips begin to pick up speed again.

The tightening in your abdomen has not gone away, it only increases as you continue to move your hips up and down. You're breathless by now, and your legs begin to shake. Every, single, time, your hips meet Edward's his tip hits the perfect spot, and you're whining so loud you're sure you'll be getting a noise complaint any moment now.

The wave of pleasure that's begining to fall over you is nothing like you've ever felt before, your brain is so fogged up from all the pleasure you're experiencing you don't even think you could get a coherent sentence out. You suddenly understood the phrase "Getting your brains fucked out" because you were certain after this you'd have none left.

Edward's even more of a mess, clearly completely overstimulated as tears begin to form in his eyes. You're looking at him, concerned, wondering if you should stop.

"Keepgoingkeepgoing," He urges,

You're close, so close, you feel like you're going to explode.

"Edward, fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum-" You essentially scream as your fingers dig into his torso. You're grabbing at him above his shirt, but your nails have sunk in so deep you worry you've perhaps broken skin. The pressure in your lower stomach has reached it's breaking point, and your inner thighs are pulsing as you begin to unwind.

"Yes- ah- come on" Edward whines, only egging on your impending orgasm.

"I'm- I'm-" You barely shriek out before you're there, "Fuck!" You begin to release, you're shaking and your hips are twitching as your pussy clenches around Edward. You wonder if he can feel the throbbing of your cunt against him, or if he's noticed just how wet it's gotten from you cumming so hard.

You sink into Edward as the last of your orgasm comes to an end, your legs are twitching wildly and you cannot even begin to try to lift yourself up from your spot on top of him.

Maybe it's from the overwhelming pleasure, or the fact that you just had sex with someone who meant so much to you, but you felt yourself about to cry.

"Oh , Edward," You whimpered into his neck as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. It didn't work, the lump remained, urging you to let your emotions out. You slowly release your nails from his torso, hoping you hadn't hurt him too much, unless he was into that sort of thing, then you hoped you'd hurt him just enough. You were soon wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him into a bone crushing embrace.

Edward's arms snaked around you as well, as he pulled you even further against him, the small movement making him shift slightly inside of you, causing you to whine at the small stimulation.

"Sorry-sorry," He says, his words are choked and shaky, and his lack of breath is obvious.

You sniffle into Edward's neck as you start to cry just a little. You'd never cried after sex, this was a first. You couldn't even understand why you were crying, the emotions that were penetrating your brain right now were just way too much.

You picked your head up a little, to look at Edward, and you hoped he wouldn't question the tears that stained your eyes. To your surprise, when your gaze met his, you had noticed a few tear drops that had streamed down Edward's cheeks, and you realized he was crying as well. Which, made you want to sob even harder.

"God, Edward," You gasp, before pressing your lips to his. The kiss is breathless, the two of you still exhasperated from before. Still, you never, ever wanted to leave this moment, you felt so safe in your vulnerability right now. You had no clue of Edward's motives for having sex with you; maybe he'd just gotten horny, or maybe he genuinely liked you in a more romantic sort of way. Still, despite that unknown, in his protective hold, you'd never felt more safe, more taken care of, than you did in this very moment.

"Should we uh- get cleaned up?" Edward asks, breaking away from the kiss.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," You sniffle.

You slowly, lift yourself off of Edward, the feeling of him slidling out of your spent cunt made your head fuzzy with overstimutation. Still, you'd lifted up eniugh to where he was completely out of you, his dick, now limp, falling into his lap. You whined slightly at the loss of contact, now empty, you could feel Edward's finish leaking out of you, running down the inside of your upper thighs.

You placed your hands on either side of Edward and tried to steady yourself enough to stand up, your legs still wavering slightly as your feet touched the floor. Edward reached his hands out to grab you as you straightened yourself up to help you keep your balance. Once you were sure you were not going to fall, you fixed your panties so they covered you completely once more, and headed for your bathroom.

A few moments later your cleaned up, laying in your bed, Edward at your side, the two of you aren't touching, only lying next to each other, above the sheets, staring up at the ceiling of the dim room.

"Thank you for letting me be your first time." You say.

"I- I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else."

"Really?"

"Y-yeah." He nods, "I suppose we've kind of... gotten past the point of embarassment now that you've uh- seen my dick and all-" He chuckles nervously, "So, if I'm just being completely honest- and please don't hate me for this- I've thought about it, a lot, you know. This."

A small smile forms at your lips at this admission as you look over towards Edward, it was flattering, especially coming from Edward.

"Well," you start, "Then, I'm extra glad I was able to give you what you want."

Edward looks over and smiles back at you, he looks like he's about to attempt to speak again, but he doesn't. Suddenly his smile drops and he looks worried,

"But please don't take that as I only wanted to be friends with you because I wanted to have sex with you because that is not the case. I really enjoy your company, you're the greatest person I ever met, and I really like you a lot, so please don't think otherwise," He says, the words fire out of his mouth at a nervous, rapid, pace, and you furrow your eyebrows as you try to understand each shaky word.

"You think I'm the greatest person you've ever met?" You ask, dumbfounded, a giddy smile forming at the corners of your mouth. You feel your cheeks get hot and you're sure you're bright red in the face right now.

"Yeah, you're like, the coolest." He looks back up at the ceiling, "You're... so sweet, and funny, you're beautiful- and, most of all, I guess, you gave me a chance- no one has ever given me a chance."

You don't know whether to smile or cry upon hearing Edward's words. He had told you, a few times, some stories of his childhood, the conditions he grew up with, how he'd never felt wanted ever in his life. Some of the things he had told you were so gutwrenching that, despite you having acted strong in the moment in order to comfort him, you had secretly cried over when you were alone.

"Oh Edward, thank you..." You scooch a little closer to him, placing an arm over his midsection, and lying your head on his chest. "I wish more people had given you a chance."

"It's alright, I guess," He places an arm around your back, "I'm just grateful that at least you did."

"I am too," You admit, "I'm sorry about before, essentially telling you to lock yourself in your room."

"No, don't apologize, I overreated."

"I don't think so Eddie, this is your house too. I- it's just- well if we're confessing things now, I guess- I was just nervous, I'd never brought a guy into our home before and- Edward, that's because of you."

"Because of me? I never said you couldn't-"

"No- not like that just, I think, I knew, that if I brought someone home, and then I saw you, I wouldn't have wanted them anymore." You sigh, it felt good, coming to the realization of why you'd truly been so anxious about bringing guys home. "Because... I knew- that- if I was reminded of you, I'd remember how no one could ever live up to... well... you." You confess.

"Live up to me?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "Edward, you're like the pefect man, seriously, I don't know how you haven't been like- drowning in pussy." You giggle. Edward laughs a long a little as well.

"You really think so? You know, you could do better."

"You're everything I could ever want. There is no better."

You could hear how Edward's heartrate increased from your spot on his chest, and if you were being honest, you're heart was beating out of your chest too.

"Does this mean, maybe, you'd uh- want to be my girlfriend- or something?" He asked, his voice faltering slightly.

"Are you asking me out Edward?" You smile.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

You sit up from where you're laid on Edward's chest, and turn so you're looking down at him.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend Eddie." You nod, overcome with the most overbearing joy.

You place both of your hands on Edward's cheeks and lean into him, placing a kiss directly on his lips. Both of Edward's arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you back down to his chest, as both of your bodies tangle up in eachother, and you feel his warm embrace around you, there's only one thing you're thinking, "Mine."

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