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CARESSING WORDS

edgar allan poe x reader | nsfw

Cw! female reader, sub on sub lowkey, first time, recieving oral (r), shy reader, soft sex but it gets desperate, lingerie, vaginal sex, protected sex, author has no idea what their doing lmao

thank you to the person who requested this! This request too got lost in the cosmos

Awkward was an understatement when describing the situation at the moment.

Him in the doorway and you on the bed looking pretty, like a goddess. Dressed in a black babydoll with pearls and glittered scattered across your skin.

The bling shined against the lit candles of the Victorian Chamber around you two. Edgar was enamored, and yet he was frozen. He was sweating just watching you stare him with your doe eyes full of eyeshadow and dark lashes.

This was something you had been planning for so long and here you were so nervous to even continue it.

In fact, all of this was so stressful. You and Edgar were shy people and it took forever to even get together until the likes of Ranpo, Yosano, and unlikely Mushitaro got tired of it. Now here you were on the silk sheets dressed in black sheer and lace.

The shyness extended to one another, and there had been the underlining tension of wanting to do something sexual, but neither made a move or anything at all.

Edgar at this moment was reminded that all his fantasies were proven to be true and he was given them. Those times he sat in his chair trying to write but his vision was taken by you. He held your hips while you grinded fabric against the fabric or the very semblance of your walls around him.

Even worse it would happen when you were in the same room. If you noticed his red face or the boner in his pants you never said a thing. He greatly appreciated that.

However, now he couldn't deny his red face and obvious boner.

You noticed as he found your form to be going back against the smooth pillows. "Do you like it...?" You asked lowly and shyly. He didn't know how to articulate what to say.

The moving of hair with his black nails and long fingers revealed one of his; that misty violet which was of snow and the moon. Like a gemstone that rarely ever got to shine. Wobbly with the intent of lust.

A whisper of his voice haunted you, "Yes..." Shaky and shy.

Most embarrassingly for you; opening your arms to the man. Shaking hands that were freezing despite the numerous candles. You ached for his touch. Damn the shyness and anxieties that came with touching one another.

Above all his worries Edgar abandoned his way at the door. His clothes legs deepened onto his bed, and his arms curved around your body. Shaking as he held your body close to his.

"Eddie? Will you please-?"

"Yes, of course my dear."

You both spoke in trembles. Both are hot to the touch with embarrassment embroidered into your bones. "Here." He whispered, and he dwelled downward. There was a hitch in your voice as his breathing came in contact with your clothed cunt.

You cursed under your breath as he moved your undergarments aside. His breath was shaky as he moved to taste the substance at your entrance. "Please." You begged and he complied.

It was so strange. The way his tongue touched your velvet walls and inside. Licking up to your clit and back into the side. Like a meal he never tasted before Edgar was hooked. He groaned as you moaned. Your hands reached to his beloved locks and pulled. It pulled a loud moan of pain and pressure, and vibrations were sent up.

Throwing your head back Edgar indulged himself into your entire being. Feeling as if he was eating you to your soul. Your entire being was in pleasure and it couldn't take it. Edgar was too good, despite the inexperience.

You whined loudly he separated from you when you were so close. "Edgar-" You whined for him. His lips drenched in you. His arms curving to take you into his arms without a care.

The clinking of a belt and shuffling of fabric filtered into the room. Soft hands take the large organ near your entrance. Breathing a lot so you could accommodate his size.

His fingers pulled you apart just as his tongue did. Edgar moaned your name sweetly. Kissing your lips hesitantly but it morphed into something more.

"Do it!" You breathlessly moaned for him to put it him, and he did. With a hiss, you were focused on him entering you. Edgar's voice was strangled as he was subjected to your tightness.

The rubber around him kept him from feeling all of you, but the tightness was there. Edgar relished in the tightness of you. You were endowed with his hold and care.

"I'm gonna!"

"Do it." Edgar rammed into you as he became more desperate. You were too much. Your velvet walls were so much and he loved it. Despite his inexperience Edgar proved to be exceptional.

He was beautiful as a writer just as he was a lover. He allowed you to drench his clothed stomach.

Feeling it he pulled out. You clung to him so that the hot organ could touch your sweaty stomach. Against it, he jerked himself as you practically ground yourself against him. The white substance covered you and your cunt beautifully.

"Eddie?" You questioned softly, a whisper to him. Your hands combing through his locks and soft smile on your face.

"Yes, of course." He endowed himself to you so sweetly. He loved you deeply as you did him. He was writer and showed his love dearly.

You were dear, as he was too.

He complied; once again entering you and sealed with a kiss.