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At a first glance he was nothing different than your usual patrons (disregarding the irregularly greasy hair and slightly chubby frame)
A second, closer look, allowed you to pick up the smaller details. The clear glasses that covered up his dull green eyes. The way his hair is discreetly styled so as to not draw attention to himself. The way that his dull green parka seemed to almost swim around his frame.
But the thing that initially pulled you to him wasn’t any of that. Instead it was the way he carried himself, as though he had too many secrets to keep in his body.
Maybe it was also the fact that he constantly frequented the dingy little diner you worked at. Always coming in about midnight, two hours after your shift began. He always ordered the same thing, a slice of pumpkin pie and a medium coffee.
One vanilla creamer and two scoops of sugar.
Seeing as you were the one who was always working the night shift, you always had the opportunity to get the man's order and listen to his almost boyish sounding voice.
After all the time you’ve been serving him he’s never once told you his name.
You approach his table with your notepad in hand, even though you know his order by heart. You see his head scrunched up close to his book, scribbling haphazardly along the page. By the looks of it, he seemed to be doing a sort of puzzle, sudoku maybe?
Upon your arrival at his table in the corner, dimly lit fluorescent lights flickering above, does he finally look up from his book and acknowledge your presence. He looks at you, and then quickly looks back down at his seemingly unfinished puzzle.
Ah, a word search. You fucking hated word searches.
“Your usual?” He looks up at you again, almost looking surprised that you were there even though he clearly saw you approach. His eyes flicker to you, your nametag, his puzzles, and back to your face so quickly you almost thought that you imagined it.
That’s new. He’s never bothered to look at you before. Always forgoing eye contact and instead keeping his rapt attention on whatever puzzle book he had with him that night.
But today was different. You could feel it in the air in the small little diner, and you were certain he could feel it as well. This wasn’t the first time he had trouble keeping your eye either. It was a common occurrence for you to peek out from your workstation to see his eyes quickly flicker away from your figure.
Progress. Small, but still progress.
Your small spacing of retracing your scarce previous interactions when it comes to speech don’t go unnoticed to the young man sitting in front of you. He takes the chance to look at your name tag again, wondering to himself why he never took the time to get his favorite waitress's name before.
Snapping out of your previous resolve, you snap your eyes to his and watch as his dark green eyes snap downwards once again.
Interesting.
The same moment you begin to open your mouth, he quiets you by beginning to speak himself, his eyes remaining downcast and his soft voice immediately catching your ear.
“Assuming you mean my usual order of pumpkin pie and a medium coffee,” he finally looks back up to meet your eyes and you can see the curious glance reflecting in his eyes, “Then I would actually like to change my order for once.”
This caught your attention like honey drawing in a fly.
“And what changes would you like to make Mr…” You draw out your words hoping that he gets the hint, that you were searching for his name.
“You can just call me Edward, miss [name].” Him knowing your name came of no surprise to you, seeing as though your name tag displayed it clearly for easy customer access. Not often is it that a customer actually uses it, besides the occasional creep or courteous customer leaning on the older side.
“Well nice to formally meet you, Edward,” his name rolling off your lips like honey as you extend a hand in greeting. He seems surprised at the action though, so you quickly pull your hand away, only to be caught by his. It’s nice, albeit a bit on the sweaty side, it covers yours in a grip that’s almost too tight to be considered normal.
Seemingly shocked by his own boldness, he quickly lets go of yours and retracts back into the shy man that couldn’t meet your eyes as of earlier. You smile, shaking your head at the awkward motion.
You decided then and there that you were going to make an effort to get to know him better.
Suddenly remembering his earlier statement of wanting a different order, your interest was again piqued. “So, what would you like to order then?”
“Actually, this may sound a bit strange, but I'm wanting to try something new in the pie department. Surprise me with your favorite?” His eyes return to yours, showing the hesitation in his voice, “It’s alright of course, I understand if that’s too strange of a request don’t feel entitled to-” You cut his rambling off with a warm smile in an effort to comfort his small outburst, “Nonsense, I’ll get you a slice right now. Hope you like blackberries!”
You turn around as you say this, glancing behind you to find him staring at you as you retreat. You throw him a wink and a smile as you saunter off towards the kitchen in the dingy little diner and prepare two slices of pie. One for you (it’s not like anyone comes to the diner at this hour anyway) and one for the current man of your attention.
You reheat them in the small microwave before quickly heading towards his table, one pie in each hand.
His head snaps up again as your shoes approach his peripheral, and you see a smile stretch across his face as he sees the two slices in your hand, seemingly understanding that you wanted to join him.
He puts his pencil down, then picks it back up. He puts it down again and shoves his book closed around it, to save his page for later use.
You sit down across from him, knees knocking together as you reach over to place his pie in front of him. Unbeknownst to you, exposing your cleavage to his wandering eyes. His face, quickly turning a shade more commonly found on a beet, was noticed by you however, causing you to blush as well once you realized what just happened.
“Sorry there, Edward. Didn’t mean to intrude on your personal space or anything.” His response is nearly instantaneous, starting with a harsh intake of breath and his face finally returning to its normal shade, “It’s alright [name], I don’t mind.”
An idea struck you around the same time that the first bite of pie hit your taste buds.
(It was delicious, you might add).
“You know, why don’t we get outta here and talk in a place more… comfortable.” Job be damned (you hated it anyway, pervy manager and shitty paychecks).
Looking down as you make your suggestive proposition only served to fluster you more once you looked up and saw the suggestive twinkle adorning his eyes. Pie suddenly forgotten after only the first bites, you stared at each other for what seemed like hours but was most likely only a few seconds.
He smiles, although shyly, and whispers in a surprisingly lighter sounding voice than you heard him speak before, “Whatever you want, Miss.”
A sultry smile spreads across your face, happy that he accepted your offer for talking… and maybe even more. You quickly stood up, watching as he followed suit after you. Dropping a tip on the table that won’t be collected until your coworker comes in for their shift hours later. He grabs his puzzle book, shoves it into his coat, and begins to make his way out of the diner.
You follow him out, and only once your breath begins to mingle with the cold Gotham air do you finally link arms with him and begin to lead him to your apartment.
- Time skip -
The walk, as it seemed, wasn’t short enough to keep your hands off each other. While it was long, and the build up was almost too much to bear for either of you, it was worth it to hear his soft groans once you pushed him up against the cool metal door that leads to your apartment.
His hands searched for any kind of grip, your arms, hips, shoulders; almost like he’s trying to hold all of you at once. They finally found purchase on your waist, his digits digging in like he’s scared that you’ll run if he loosens it.
You find yourself pulling away first, his lips chasing after yours in a display of desperation that makes heat pool between your thighs.
You leaned back in to talk, punctuation each word with a chaste kiss to a different part of his face.
Left eye, “Eddie, darling.” Right cheek, “Let’s go in.” Corner of his lips, “Before the neighbors.” And a final peck on the lips, “See a show that should be reserved for my eyes only.”
Glossy eyes look up at yours in sadness when you finally fully pull away, untangling yourself from his vice grip, to unlock the door. It swings open and you extend your arm, motioning for him to enter first.
He does, missing the predatory smile that spreads across your lips once his back is fully turned to you. You flicker the lights on and watch as he gazes around the space with curiosity. It’s a small space, you were lucky to get such a “nice” one so close to your job.
Despite what others may think, this was the one gift horse you never looked in the mouth.
Right now though, you were mostly definitely looking into the horse's mouth. You lick your lips as you advance towards your pseudo prey. Watching as he turns around and startles at your quick proximity to him.
You grab his hand, peppering kisses across the knuckle as you begin to lead him towards your bedroom. A dopey smile present when you look back towards him, causing one to form on your own face.
The journey to your bedroom was quick compared to the walk to your apartment earlier, but the tension was twice as high.
“Are you sure you want to do this Eddie?”
His answer comes before your nickname for him even finishes rolling off your tongue. A yes leaving his lips, a bit too loud for it to sound natural. Almost like he’s never been asked a question like such before.
“Eddie, are… are you a virgin? Not to insinuate or anything I just want to know what to expect.” “If I say yes will that change the fact that you wish to bed me?”
Your reply is quick, “Of course not Eddie, I just wanna make this as pleasurable as possible for both of us, so bare with me alright.” He nods his head, his eyes closing to near slits and a serene smile present on his delicate looking features.
“Can I…” He nervously trails off in the middle of asking a question, prompting you to give him a kind smile and reassurances of “Go on” and “I won’t judge, I promise.”
“Can I… taste you first? I don’t know how long I’ll last, and I want you to be pleased first.”
For the first time since you got home, you were the one who was blushing profusely. You nod and make your way towards the bed, taking the time to adjust the pillows to your liking before laying down on your back atop them. You encourage him to follow with the bend of your finger, and he’s on top of you quickly.
Licking and sucking at the bare skin around your neck. It’s pleasurable, especially once he finds that sweet spot located where your collarbone meets your neck. Gasps and moans begin to spill from your lips, honey coated praises fall from your lips along with them.
He starts to make his way downwards once he sees that your neck is thoroughly covered in blotchy bruises.
He begins to lift up the fabric of your shirt, slowly, as if asking permission. You readily granted it and watched as he slowly glided the thin material of your work shirt over the expanse of your breasts.
You reach out and gently close his gaping mouth, a giggle leaving your slightly swollen lips. You take that hand to guide one of his hands towards your breasts, and then the other under the band of your work skirt.
Thankfully he quickly got the idea, removing the thin garment before looking up at you for permission. You guide his hand lower into the band of your underwear, to which he slowly peels off of you.
Strands of a clear, gel-like fluid connect your underwear to your folds. Once he successfully removes them from your heat, throwing them to an unknown place in the room where your discarded skirt was floating around somewhere.
His eyes flicker to yours, as he lowers his face towards your mound, keeping eye contact when he finally leaves the first kitten licks among your clit. Your grip moves from his wrist to his shaggy hair, gripping the borderline greasy strands as he divulges in your wet heat.
You start to feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter, just about to snap, but not ready yet. “Eddie, please, please use your fingers…”
In time with your plea, he plunges one, and quickly after he adds a second finger into your heat, curling them as he’s seen in the pornos he regularly jerks off to. The results are instant as the coil inside you finally snaps.
It feels as though your very being is being rewritten as you ride out your high, Edward not once stopping his assault on your clit and most sensitive spot.
Only after your high ends do you notice the almost painful looking boner that shows against his pants, bulging harshly against the material. You push his head away from your swollen clit, only to find your slick running down his chin and sides of his mouth.
(A truly breathtaking sight if you might add. If you had a camera on you, you might’ve snapped a pick to keep for yourself.)
You pull him up by the collar of his shirt into a breath stealing kiss, his whimpers only edging you on. You could taste yourself on his lips, something that only spurred you on further.
You tease your fingers along his waistband, listening to him whine into the kiss you were still engaged in. This time he breaks away, followed by a “Please, please I need it please,”
“Of course, Eddie. I’m gonna make you feel so good,”
You reach into his pants and pull out his aching cock, wrapping your hand around his length and giving some well deserved pumps of your wrist.
He wasn’t the biggest you’ve seen, looking to be about 5 inches at most, but he had an average girth to make up for it. Almost the opposite of what his build would originally suggest.
A few more pumps and he was trembling in your grip, small gasps and high-pitched whines leaving his soft, swollen lips. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he pushed your wrist away and turned towards you with pleading eyes.
“Can I feel you? Please?” “Well since you asked so nicely…”
You slowly guided his pulsing member towards your heat, being careful not to overstimulate yourself in the process. Once the tip reaches your hole, he wastes no time in slipping into the welcoming heat.
His whines started up again quickly, and his ability to hold back ended just as quickly as you confirmed that he could come inside. Within a few snaps of his hips he was pressing his hips flush to yours, spilling his seed into you.
After a few seconds of his panting and you watching his teary eyes and flushed face, he finally pulled his flaccid cock out of you and flopped down on the bed beside you. He quickly curled up next to you, digging his face into your shoulder and falling into a deep sleep.
An amused smile crossed your face at the domestic act, choosing to grab a cloth from your nightstand to quickly clean yourself up. Once you finish wiping your body, you resume a more comfortable position. You wrapped around him as he cuddled into you.
As you begin to fall into sleep you wonder why you never talked to the sweet guy in the diner before.