Richtofen Headcanons + Oneshots

[Oneshot, Smut] Erleichterung

Edward's ears strained as he listened, trying to pick out anything of note in the silence. It was damn late, maybe one or three in the morning, far too late to expect anyone to be up, and that's exactly what he was hoping for. Once he was satisfied he didn't hear any movement, he slumped back in the chair he sat in, the wood groaning slightly from the weight.

Saying he was stressed was an understatement. He was always stressed, always exhausted... always working. It was coming to a breaking point any more of this without a release of the pressure would surely drive him mad. He needed relief.

You were exhausted too. He saw it in your eyes. You were asleep right now, getting some much needed rest, he wouldn't dare bother you. His eyes fluttered closed as he idly palmed his crotch, he would simply have to deal with his needs himself, he was only human, after all.

Edward's fingers deftly undid his buckle, careful not to make much noise. He was in a different room, however these walls were thin, the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted. Edward could feel the coil in his abdomen tighten, the feeling of desire bubbling to the surface as his body reacted to his hands, his mind racing – knowing what was to come. Blood began to rush, the excitement began to mount.

He was going to take it slow tonight, he deserved it. The buildup would be worth it, it always was. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, enjoying the way he fought to control himself. His hands shook as he slowly shimmied his pants down a bit, pulling his shirt up in tandem to untuck the fabric. All that kept him from his sensitive flesh was his briefs, he could already see the outline of his straining cock, it pressed against his left thigh, just aching to be touched. He avoided doing so, just for a moment to pull his briefs down. His cock sprang out, twitching in anticipation. He knew you loved to watch it jump out when you pulled the tight garments off of him. It was a delicious treat watching how your eyes grew wide at the sight of him, it swelled his ego. He focused on the feeling as he finally wrapped his hand around the base, groaning in delight from the much needed touch.

He watched with lidded eyes as he slowly stroked himself. His hand glided from base to tip – he needed more lubrication. He didn't have any on hand... Richtofen leaned over, letting his spit string down to his tip, a vulgar move that is sure to provide him much more pleasure. His fingers rubbed it into the tip, then down the shaft, a low moan of pleasure leaving his lips. Perfect, it felt perfect.

He continued to stroke his cock slowly, closing his eyes to think of you. He pictured your kneeling in front of him, your hand working his shaft. He imagines your delicate fingers teasing the tip, running small, tight circles on the underside, you knew that sweet spot drove him wild. His own fingers rubbed the ridge of the head, mimicking exactly what you would do.

You knew him in and out, you knew exactly what he needed, what he craved, and with that knowledge you would tease and edge. You would wrap your pretty mouth around the tip and just let it sit on your tongue, you'd feel how he would pulse against you, hear as he whispered pleading words for you to give him more. You could make him come undone, break his ego and build it back up again. He was putty in your fingers.

His chest rose up and down quickly as he fought against his urges to go faster. Edward focused on varying his grip, squeezing the base to send that jolt of pleasure down his spine. He would loosen his grip slightly to stroke up his cock, squeezing again just under the tip. His mouth hung slightly agape, he needed this. He was so damn horny tonight, it was a shame you weren't awake to bounce on his cock.

He moaned again, mind filling with images of you riding him like he was a stud. He stroked his needy cock faster, matching your speed when you ride. You always rode him with such fervor, as if you were milking him for all that he had. Precum leaked as he imagined your pussy enveloping his dick, squeezing tightly, almost impossibly tight. He gripped himself harder, breathing coming out in pants as he jerked himself off. It felt fucking good.