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riddled-with-fear · 2 days ago

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WC: 1782

CW: Fem!reader, PIV Sex, unprotected sex, verbal abuse from Eddie (like always), if I am missing any tags, let me know!

NSFW under the cut!

“Hand me the socket wrench.” Edward held out a gloved hand behind him.

You quickly rifled through a cardboard box of various assorted tools. Sensing Edward’s very thin patience, you grabbed the first wrench-like tool you saw and slapped it into his waiting hand.

Edward brought it in front of him, sighed deeply, and then slammed it down on his work table. “A socket wrench! Socket! Do I need to spell out everything for you?”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks and down your neck, you turned back to the box and dug through the tools again.

Edward clenched his fists, furrowed his brows, and took a deep breath. You were making far too much noise, and taking far too long to look for a very common tool.

“ENOUGH! Leave, I’ll get it myself. Your incompetence lately has not been unnoticed.” Edward stood up, easily towering over your hunched form.

You sheepishly stopped digging in the dingy box, and stood up, facing him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his goggles mussed his dark hair up. You couldn’t help but notice the way the oil and grime highlighted his cheek bones. You certainly couldn’t help but notice the sweat trickling down his neck, over his collarbones, down to his bony chest. You saw thin strands of chest hair just barely peeking out from the neckline of his well-worned white undershirt. You so badly wanted to see what else he was hiding under it. You let your eyes wander.

Edward cleared his throat. Your eyes quickly snapped up to his. He was right, you had been ‘incompetent’ as of late. You couldn’t exactly place why you were so out of it. Why you were so distracted… why you found yourself with lingering eyes, or why you were starting to notice more physical details about Edward.

Then, it hit you.

You wanted to fuck Edward. The Riddler. Gotham’s greatest everything.

Shit.

Edward cocked his brows up, “Well? Are you going to stand there all day with your mouth hanging open like some lobotomized fool?”

You quickly closed your mouth, and backed away from the box. Edward bent down, and began to rifle through his chaotically organized tools. You noticed the way his muscles and tendons flexed under his skin. You noticed just how large his forearms were. You supposed that’s what happens when you work with your hands as much as he does. You bit your lip, your throat going dry.

“This!” He exclaimed, pulling out the wrench, “Is a socket wrench.” He turned to face you, holding the tool out in front of him.

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, but you saw his gloved finger pointing at the tool. His large finger. You began to wonder what his hands would feel like on you. His arms wrapped around you… His fingers inside you.

You shook the thought from your head as soon as it entered. God, what was wrong with you? You could not believe you were harboring these explicit feelings for your boss. Someone with walls so impenetrably thick. Someone who was so cold, you were surprised he could feel anything at all.

“I-I know what it is.” You finally responded.

“Oh? Is that right? You could have fooled even me.”

“Eddie, enough, please. I understand I haven’t been performing as well as I should be. You don’t need to keep berating me.”

“No, no, I think I do. How else will I get through that thick skull of yours?” Edward turned back to the mechanical odds and ends splayed out on the table.

“You’re an asshole.” You wish you could have swallowed your words before you said them.

Edward paused with the mechanical tinkering. He slowly turned to face you, his blue eyes cold and sharp. “I advise you to watch that mouth of yours, lest you forget who you’re talking to.”

You stood up straighter, “No. It’s true. You, Edward Nigma, sir, are an asshole.”

Edward let the wrench fall out of his hands and clatter to the floor. He stood up, his fists clenched in on themselves.

With your feet thinking for you, you bolted out of his workshop.

Edward quickly followed suit, yelling for your attention, yet it fell on your deaf ears. You didn’t quite know where you were running to, but you just needed to escape that suffocating workshop. You just needed to escape Edward.

You flung open the closest door, closing it quickly. You turned around and your sigh of relief quickly turned into a sigh of annoyance. Of course it would be Edward’s room you stumbled into.

The door flew open, knocking you back.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Edward was furious with your recent actions.

“Noth-nothing! It was an honest mistake, I’m sor-”

Edward cut you off, “-I don’t want to hear your simple-minded excuses!”

He walked closer to you, giving you no choice but to walk backwards and away from him. He didn’t stop. He kept stalking closer to you, his sharp features twisted into fury. Your knees hit the back of his bed, knocking you on your ass on his mattress. Edward hovered over you.

“What do I have to do?” Edward shoved your shirt over your bra. “What do I have to say?” His gloved hands shoved your bra up, exposing your tits.

You let out a meek gasp at his brazen actions, “Ed-!”

“-I am NOT finished!” He roughly groped your tits, kneading the pliable flesh under his gloves.

“I let you in. I let you stay! I let you be a nuisance to me. I don’t know what more you want!” His hands slid down to your jeans, fumbling with the button and the zipper.

“I… I just.. I…” your mind was a fogged mess. You couldn’t think straight. You and Edward were just arguing, and now? Now he had you on his bed, underneath him as he was undressing you.

He, undressing you.

You couldn’t make sense of it, had the tension really built up this badly?

“Well? Cat got your tongue?” He yanked your jeans down your hips.

“No! No, I don’t know!” You muttered out.

Edward let out a sharp scoff, “that’s right, you don’t know. Your tiny little brain knows nothing!”

You were shocked, to say the least, at the effect of his words. Usually they cut through you, stinging your soul, piercing your heart. But now? Now they went straight to your core, seeping out of you in shameful arousal between your thighs.

“Pathetic. Look at you. Succumbing to such base and utterly filthy instincts.” Edward scowled at your now nude body underneath him. He scowled at the damp spot on his sheets.

Bold of him to point out your feelings, when his are showing quite well under his cargo pants.

His gloved hands grabbed your knees, forcing your legs apart.

“Filthy. Utterly filthy, look at you! A wet, trembling mess.”

Your breathing picked up, the arousal burning your core. You bucked your hips upwards, in hopes of getting some kind of friction to your throbbing clit, or something to sink your aching cunt on.

“Eddie–fuck!–please!” you whined.

Edward undid his tool belt, tossing it aside. His question mark belt followed. He wasted no time in unbuttoning and unzipping his stained cargo pants.

You bit back a moan at the sight of his cock. Thin and long, it mirrored him quite well. The tip was already flushed and leaking. Still with his gloves on, Edward grabbed his hard cock, giving it a few quick strokes as he braced himself against your warm, wet entrance.

“You,” He thrust himself inside you, “have become quite the problem.”

You finally let out the moan that was desperate to crawl out of your throat.

Edward’s cock easily slid into your soaked cunt, his clothed hips meeting your exposed ones. Edward sighed, dropping over you, caging you into the mattress with his arms.

“What have you done to me?” He mumbled in shallow breaths.

Edward began thrusting into you slowly, clearly savoring the way your cunt gripped his cock, your soothing walls calming the ache in his shaft. He tangled his gloved hands into your hair, gripping tight, trying to ground himself.

His tip kissed your cervix gently with every slow thrust Edward gave you. His tip slid against your G-spot with every soft drag out of you. His shaft stretched your walls just enough you felt full. It was pure ecstasy, and he was your dealer.

Edward leaned closer into you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. He was lost in you. His mind was quiet, he felt… good. For once, he actually felt like he was doing something right. His lips found your earlobe and he gave a gentle suck, eliciting a soft mewl from you.

“Eddie…”

“Shh. Just… Be quiet. Please?” He moved to your neck, peppering surprisingly soft kisses along your pulse point.

You obliged him, enjoying the feeling of finally having him where you want him. That ‘where’ being inside you. Being as vulnerable as he possibly can, with you.

Edward moved away from you, rising up. He quickly pulled out of you.

“What’s wrong?” You were concerned you scared him off already.

He didn’t say anything. Edward grabbed your hips, flipped you onto your stomach, raised your rear to meet his hips, and thrust into you again.

You yelped in surprise. His thrusts picked up becoming harsher and faster.

“Ah fuck! Eddie, Eddie slow down, wait!”

“Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He gripped you harsher, his thrusting becoming erratic.

Edward felt his cock start twitching, his balls felt tighter with every thrust into your sopping cunt. Pleasure ran through your nerves, your own orgasm slowly building up. Edward lost rhythm as he chased his own release.

You reached a hand in between your thighs, your fingers circling your neglected clit, working it fast in hopes to cum in tandem with Edward. Edward gave a final thrust, stilling inside you while he came with a heavy sigh.

You worked at your clit still, finally reaching your own climax just as Edward fully pulled out of you. Both of your release spilling from you and soaking his sheets.

You collapsed onto your side. Flushed and breathing heavy, you look to a flustered Edward.

He cleared his throat, “Well. I have much work to attend to… So… I’ll just go do… that.” He quickly made himself decent, grabbed his belts and left you to clean and dress yourself.

You stared at the open door in disbelief.

You were far from satisfied with him. You finally had a taste, and now you had an insatiable hunger.

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