#btas!riddler

Eddie had you laying on your back, his arms around you as his hips rocked against you, cock pushed upwards and into your body as he moaned and groaned in your ear. You hated to interrupt his unique brand of gentle lovemaking, but you'd been desperate to ask a little more for him, and you'd finally mustered up the courage to do so.

"Eddie… Could you… Maybe you could be a little rougher?"

His face shifted into an expression of shock, surprise consuming his features as he gazed at you with intrigue.

"My, my. How interesting. It seems you're a little bit more adventurous than I might have given you credit for. What an intriguing reveal. Layers reveal layers with you, don't they? A little puzzle to solve, a conundrum to unravel."

You blushed at his words, enthralled by the way he saw you, projecting his very nature, his fixation, onto you felt like he was bestowing you with the greatest honour. And yet, despite the praise and his obvious interest, he remained as firm around your body as he had been before your revealing request.

"Perhaps, my dear, if you want something from me, then I can get something from you."

He looked exceptionally mischievous, a sneaky grin that told you nothing of what he was thinking of, so you had to agree in order to find out more. You remained silent, knowing that Eddie would prefer to explain himself without interruptions, and that any pauses were to increase the drama, the tension, in what he was saying.

"How about, for every riddle you can answer correctly… I will get a little more intense. My grip will get tighter. My hands will get firmer. And, contrary to the traditional values of a prize, I will get a little bit crueller, since that's clearly what you want."

The threat of getting exactly what you were desperate for rendered you almost completely stupefied, but you managed to nod, clearing your throat to verbally confirm that it was indeed what you wanted with a shaking 'yes' before falling silent once more.

"Very well then! Here's your first one… I protect by sitting atop a bridge. Only on person gains protection from me at any time. What am I?"

More silence followed. You were sure you were capable of getting the answer. but you were flustered by the way Edward had picked up, his gleeful excitement and smug little smile overpowering your sense, stealing all of your focus.

"I… Um… I don't know."

"Oh, I am sorry, my dear. But, I'll be kind enough to give you another chance, ok?"

Another silent nod.

"Next riddle! I am always old, but can sometimes be new. I am never sad, but sometimes I'm blue. I am never empty, but am sometimes full. I will never push, but I always pull. What am I?"

You were so sure that you'd heard this one, but again, the answer just wouldn't come to you, and Edward could see you were beginning to struggle.

"Let's try a different one then. I know you're better than this, and besides that, I'd hate for you to leave empty handed."

You tried to push a convincing smile onto your face, hoping that his kindness would see you through.

"What can speak, but has no mouth. It can reproduce, but has no organs with which to do so?"

"I… I don't know, Eddie."

"Guess!"

"S…Silence… No… A River?"

"Not quite the right answer, unfortunately."

He watched as your face fell, only briefly, before you picked your mood back up when he continued to speak in a lighter, more gentle tone, the one that seemed to be reserved for you and you only.

“You just taste devine, dear.” He said, licking the chocolate off of your inner thighs, getting oh so close to your pussy. You whined and moaned when he didn’t go exactly to it, struggling against the velvet ropes he had tied you up in. You had suggested to the man that possibly adding alittle bit of food into your.. Play would be more exciting and fun, and while you were right about it (both you and him had thought about that), he made sure to be extra teasing to make up for the time being away from you. “Eddie-baby.. C’mon, I’m dying here.” You said, whining more and more until he sighed and gave you some of the sappiest eyes. 

“Patience dear, good things come to those who wait.” He had said, soon standing up as he began to grab the whip cream.

He began to spread it above your breast, humming a quiet tone to himself as you curl your toes from the cold sensation

After he finished what he was doing, he started to take off his coat and dress shirt, along with his tie so he was just in his pants at this point, and if you take your eyes off of his own beautiful face, you’d have noticed the bulge that was growing more and more with each fun thing he had planned. 

“Now, before the real thing, hm?” He teased, before going straight for your breast, licking up the cream gently around your nipple, suckling onto it for a second before finishing up the rest that was on you. 

He moved to the next breast, doing the same action, but.. Slower it seemed. You felt his soft lips on your right nipple, teeth gently grazing it as you felt your wetness grow ever more. He looked up at you with the most gentle eyes ever, you felt yourself nearly come undone.

“That enough for now, I suppose..” He sounded upset, faking it of course.

“What’s next, Eddie?” You said excitedly, giving him a beamful smile as you felt his hand caress your cheek. 

Eddie removed his deep green bowler hat and tossed it to the side, letting his gloved fingers run through his soft, red hair. Leaning back on the chair he let out a deep exhale, staring, unblinking, at the screen in front of him. The screeds of code, line upon line, made your head hurt to look at, and you could tell he was getting the same way. As he dragged his hands down his face, he settled one on his chin, scratching at it as he looked at the monitors.

Coming from behind him, you draped your arms around his shoulders, laying your palms flat on his chest and feeling him lean further back into you. He tilted his head up and offered you a weak smile.

“Please, my dear. No distractions. If I’m to finish this project on time, then I need to reserve all of my focus for it.”

Not one to take no for an answer, you sighed dramatically as you circled him, perching on the desk between him and the screens. Avoiding any eye contact, you brushed at the lapels of his suit jacket, straightening them out and smoothing them down as you used the pretence to make lingering physical contact with him. He watched you intensely, savouring each soft brush of your fingers against him, biting the inside of his cheek in a bid to keep himself from losing focus on what was important.

But he could feel himself coming undone regardless as he watched your fingertips take hold of the end of his tie, untucking it from his buttoned jacket and playing with it as you leaned closer. You ran the toe of your shoe up the front of his leg, a slight movement, almost imperceptible but outrageously flirtatious nonetheless. That kind of understated, almost innocent kind of teasing drove him wild, and you could tell it was working now. His cheeks flushed a soft pink and his eyes lingered on your hands.

Just as quickly as you had him under your spell, however, he shook himself out of it, placing his hands over yours and pushing them away gently. He cupped them for a moment longer, smiling warmly, if not exasperated.

“My sweet, I appreciate the sentiments, but I really must get this finished.”

Shuffling past you, he tucked himself back under the desk, continuing to type out the code for his videogame, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes tight each time a wave of pain from the developing headache crossed him.

“You’re a stubborn man, Mister Nygma.”

He chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying it. You stood up from the desk and let your hand find his face, caressing it softly as you walked behind him again. Leaning into his ear, you spoke quieter.

“And you’re very lucky that you’re so adorable.”

A soft kiss was placed on his cheek, before you moved to the other side of his head.

“Otherwise, I might not put up with you.”

Another kiss on this cheek now, lingering longer as you let your hands fall down his front once more, slowly toying with the buttons on his shirt before loosening one completely. At your insistence, Eddie finally got up from his seat, turning to you, grabbing your elbows and pulling you into an embrace as his lips found yours.

He held you to him, warm and firm, as he let a soft sigh out against your mouth, his hand reaching to the back of your head to keep you still, not wanting you to pull away before he was satisfied. As soon as he eased off you moved back, taking in a deep breath and watching a smile curl up on the corners of his mouth.

“Perhaps a distraction was necessary.”

“Hm… has it cured your headache?”

“Not completely, but I think I know what would.”