What Birthdays Mean
Happy Birthday to my Candyman. Here is to another year of Mischief and jelly beans 💛💛💛
Fandom: IkeRev
Pairing: Edgar x F!Reader
Type: NSFW - Minors DNI
CW: teasing, slight cockwarming, vaginal penetration
WC: 1000+
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You continue to hum as you pull the cake out of the oven, ignoring the chefs and servants around you. Just like you used to, you frost the small cake, before adding the tray with your dinner for two. You smile to yourself, checking that everything is still warm. You had made all of Edgar’s favorites, complete with hunting down his favorite wine. Shedding your apron, you wave to the kitchen staff, bringing your tray down to his room, knocking twice.
“Come in” His voice is normal, but when you open the door, you can see the exhaustion in his posture. He is sitting at his desk filling out paper after paper, just like before you left him. Placing the tray on the edge of the coffee table, you walk over to him.
“Ed, take a break, it's your birthday” you murmur softly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He pauses for a slight second before resuming his work.
“I am busy” he ignores you until you slip into his lap, straddling his waist. With the heat of the room, you look over his uniform, not understanding how he isn’t miserable in his officer's jacket. Taking it upon yourself to unbutton his jacket he pauses again.
“Let me work” His command is icy, but you tilt your head, pressing your lips to his ear.
“Birthday boys should behave and take a dinner break. I know you don’t have any actual deadlines.” You whisper in his ear, and he glares at you.
“It's no big deal that is my birthday, nothing changes” There is a sad look in his gaze and your heart clenches at his words. Tilting his head up so he is staring at you you press your lips to his.
“It’s a big deal to me. I made you dinner and dessert and I have a present for you. But you need to take a break first. The king already told me that you have no work that needs to be done” You push a little, trying to get him to at least take a break from his desk. Bringing your hand to cup his cheeks, you bring his eye up to yours. Pressing a slow kiss to his lips, you etch all your love, and adoration for him into the kiss, praying he understands how much he means to you. Pulling away, your hands wrap around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His Jade eyes tremble with emotion for a split second before his work is put into a drawer and he stands up, wrapping his arms around you. Carrying you to the sofa, he settles down with you spread across his lap. Seeking kisses from your lips, his hands roam across your body.
“Cake and wine first” he murmurs as you part for air.
“Ed! You can’t eat just cake and wine for dinner, please eat something hearty first” you scold him, and he fake pouts, giving you an innocent look brimming with mischief.
“I thought you said I was the birthday boy and what I said goes.” His hands tug open a few of your buttons, showing more of your skin. His lips press to your collarbone, kissing it before looking back up at you.
“I think that you should feed me my cake first” He brushes your hair from your face and you melt under his touch. Picking up the cake, you lift the fork to his lips, watching as he eats it, accessing the flavors.
“This tastes amazing, thank you” he winks at you and you can’t help but return the smile, getting another bite to feed him. The next few moments are quiet, other than the clinking of silverware and Edgar's soft hums. Edgar unbuttons your top, and bares your chest, while you try to ignore him. You know he can see your flush, and you pray he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating as you push off the heat developing in your chest. While you feed him, he slowly shifts you so that you are straddling him, your skirt up over your hips and your core situated directly over his length.
“Edgar-” you let out a soft moan when his finger pulls aside your underwear and slips inside.
“So wet, were you thinking naughty thoughts when you were feeding me my cake? Did you think I missed the lust in your eyes, or how your breathing changes every time my fingers brush along your skin?” Edgar whispers in your ear, delighting in your body’s reactions. Desperately trying to ride his hand, he takes the cake and places it down. Effortlessly flipping your positions on the sofa, Edgar strips your clothes.
‘Dinner can wait just a little longer, right?” the intensity of heat in his eyes mirrors your own, and you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside. Popping his buttons, you pull him down for another kiss, showing his shirt completely off his body. Pushing your legs apart, he lines up to your entrance and slides in, you let out a moan at the stretch, knowing he will go all the way to the hilt first. Propping himself on his elbow, he traces your face, peppering your cheek and lips in barely there kisses.
“Ahhh - don’t tease me so” you protest, rolling your hips against his length. As he pulls his hips back, you let out a whine, curling your toes as he thrusts back in. He sets a slow pace, driving both of you crazy. Your walls clench on him in a silent plea as your mind is reduced to moans of his name. Edgar reaches down and pulls you into his arms, pulling you off the sofa and walking you over to the bed, his eyes darkening a shade. Adjusting the angle, his length caresses your g-spot, and he speeds up. You grip his shoulders as your orgasm rips through you, leaving you a trembling mess under him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you fall limp below him to catch your breath, whispering his name. His hand captures your face, his thumb stroking your cheeks. Kissing his affection into your cheeks, he waits until your breathing is back to normal and your high has faded before propping himself back up.
“You said I didn’t need to finish my work right?” When you nod at his question his smile brightens, even more, casting a glance out the window at the setting sun.
“Good, I am going to spend the rest of my birthday making love to you.”
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