Edwin Smut Week re-est. 2018

A week of Edwin Smut | originally est. 2016

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Nights Spent Apart

Edwin Smut Week: Day 7

Theme: Phone Sex

Rating: MA/nsfw (smut)

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 1985

Description: Edwin One Shot

Even while Ed is travelling and Winry is building her business at home, the two stay in touch, especially when the other side of the bed is cold.

A/N: I know this one is as late as can be, but I’m glad it’s finished, and I hope you guys are too. Happy reading.

my esw18 tag || ffn || ao3

day 6: gift-wrapped

Edward

“It’s only another week, Winry. Then I’ll be home.”

I hear her exhale on the other end of the line, and I sink down onto the edge of the mattress, my body hunching forward.

“Edward,” she murmurs quietly.

“I know, okay?” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I swear this time I mean it.”

“It’s not that,” she says quietly. “I mean, I can’t say I like it. It hurts getting my hopes up of seeing you only for your plans to change again and again, but I’m not mad.”

I bite back a swear word, but stay silent.

“I just miss you, Ed,” she sighs. “But you know I’m not the sort of girl who gets all clingy and weird. If I needed to see you that badly, I could just buy a train ticket.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“That said, I’m getting a little restless here. As much as I love automail, a change of scenery would be nice every once in a while.”

“I can imagine,” I mutter.

All I’ve seen for weeks is a kaleidoscope of changing scenery, and at this point, all I want is something old and familiar. Not to mention the ring burning a hole in my pocket. If I don’t make it back to Resembool, I’ll never get the chance to see Winry’s face when I show it to her.

“Are you going to bed soon?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Yeah. I just showered, so all I have left is to get dressed.”

An image of her in a towel pops into my head, and I feel dizzy. I swallow hard and take a deep breath, my hand clenching into a fist against my knee.

“So, not long then?” I ask, my voice pitching pathetically.

“Ed?” she whispers. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lie. “Just, um…can I ask a weird question?”

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”

“Would you mind telling me… I mean, uh, what are you wearing right now?”

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Edwin Smut Week 2018

Day 6 | Makeup Sex

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Edward P.O.V. written in bold

Winry P.O.V. written in italic

Part ½

I love looking at you.

I love your falsely undecided way of walking, it seems like you don’t know where to go. I love your elusive and, at the same time, bewitching femininity. I love your musical voice, your skin of rose, that being soft and slim of yours, mother and child.

I love your blue eyes and your liquid gaze in which I drown and abandon myself.

(Make me lose between your thighs, let me drown inside you, swallow me, delete me.)

I love looking at you.

I love that boldly way of yours in spite of your fragility, your shoulders that reflect your resolution so virile, you always know where to go, what direction to take. I love your knowledge, all the things you know and learn, fascinated, your thirst for knowledge, the way you have developed your wisdom over time. Shortly you have learned to be more patient than before even if you’re still so stubborn…but this is another thing I love about you. I love the square shape of your body, a reliable structure to lean on, knowing that it will not collapse.

I love the straight shape of your jaw, the strong curve of your muscles that surfaces nervously, every now and then, on your arms. I love the roughness of your beard.

I love your voice. It comes from a deep part of you and reaches a deep part of me. It surrounds me, warms me, guides me. It calms me.

(I want to know you more and more, really, to be able to look inside your mind and your soul, to spy on your thoughts and emotions as people can spy on other people behind the lighted windows in the evening).

I watch you as you bring the fork to your mouth, while your full lips open just enough to wrap the small and delicious morsel that you have stuck into your plate with slow cruelty. My gaze runs through your throat, slips along the soft curve that leads to the breast that I imagine under that silk shirt.

(Be able to tear off that light veil, discover your white breasts and tighten my teeth around your hard nipple making you moan.)

I watch you while I bring the fork to my mouth, while I feel the bite dissolve inside me but I cannot really enjoy it because, as usual, even if we just got here, you absorb all my attention, you’re a black hole that sucks all the energies. Everything revolves around you, even me.

You speak, tell me about the latest developments of one of your works, you ask me some questions. But tonight I can only hear the sound of your voice, I answer in monosyllables, I swallow a sip of wine to heal the heat in my throat.

(Let me lick your soft tongue, bite your succulent lips and then the lobes of your perfumed ears, let me stray into the curve of your neck.)

I try to muddy the waters by blathering on, rapid-fire. If I speak, I think, I detach myself from you. I can stay in me.

You listen to me but you cannot hear me, I see. I can tell by that look of yours that digs me inside, that hooks that part of me only you can reach, like a hook inside the throat of a fish.

(I still have to get used to really have you. To know for sure that you’ll always be there, in front of me, across the table, in my bed, on the seat next to mine. That your hand will always warm mine.)

Now your questions become more accurate, you ask me about my job. I’m planning a new journey and you don’t like the idea right now. A small pout that only I can see, appears on your face, imperceptible.

(Let me grab your sinuous flanks, let me sink into your impudent belly, let me sniff all the corners of your body, make me feel you’re mine, mine, mine and nobody else’s.)

I speak, and speak and speak. To distract myself from my thoughts. To keep your eyes on me. And the words, I do not know how, slip on these fears.

I hate them.

I hate not being able to get used to this. I hate seeing you leave. From the first moment, when we were just children, I hated the fact that I would have to wait, able to do nothing, nothing more for you. I hate all this that takes you away from me, it’s your life, I know, but I want to be part of it. I hate the fact that I am full of fears ehile you’re there with your smile, I hate the practicality with which you handle the situation…and that will surely make my anxiety grow even more in your eyes. But most of all I hate when you’re not with me, what you see, listen and touch without me.

(To be able to believe that you are the only thing that matters to you, to have the monopoly of your desire, of your looks, to be able to live forever in an isolated bubble, where it’s only you and me.)

I try to keep the necessary detachment, your jealousy for my work - that makes me spend time away from you - flatters me, but I know its self-destructive power. I decide to be cautious while I answer you trying to appear nonchalant, while I can feel a sense of discomfort starting from the base of my spine, from the bottom of my being. Because I thought you could laugh at the whole question, be flattered at the idea that your man was involved and enthusiastic, that you could be my accomplice. And that’s what I thought you were without a doubt until now.

But you are leaving me speechless…what do you want? Tie me up?

(Let my fingers sink inside you, I want to explore every part of your body and explore it again…I want to see you trembling under my caresses, I want to see you shake, I want to pleasure you.)

You’re not saying much tonight. You answer my questions, but nothing more. As if you were afraid that words could reveal you. But that’s not what makes me angry. It’s that damned smile of yours, the way you lift the corner of your mouth, your being irresistible and that smug look on your face.

Now you’re talking in a high-pitched voice that loses its sensual harmony, your sentences become sharp, offensive. You can be aggressive when you want. You know where to hit, edgy, you know my weaknesses. You insinuate my shortcomings. You like to torment me in this little perverse game in which you have more fun than I do. You tell me how I should do things and you never know when to shut up.

(I want to slam you on this table and take you right now, in front of everyone, stick my tongue in that impertinent mouth and banging you so hard that I shut you off.)

I raise my voice, I accuse you. I would like to see you angry. I would like you to slap me here, in the lighted hall of the restaurant, in front of everyone, outraged by my insinuations. I would like to see the violence in your actions to guarantee the authenticity of your beliefs.

I try to appease you, but my calm does nothing but make you mad even more. Now many people look at us, you’re making a scene and I still have to understand if you like it (does it excites you?) or if you simply can’t control your emotions. You get lost in the vortex of your anger.

But you just say a few words. Quietly. And once again I have the feeling that you’re not here. I feel you already under my clothes, on my skin, sunk into my body. I feel you open, explore, move the folds of my flesh with your fingers that you know so well.

The desire of you grows together with my anger.

You get up impetuous making your chair drop behind you (ok, now everyone’s eyes are on us), yell some other infamous accusation against me - you say I’m selfish, narcissistic and proud, while I stand straight-faced and you exit fast from the restaurant leaving a trail of perfume and immobility behind you. I stare at the wall in front of me while I breathe deeply. And I finally understand you want to play THAT game.

I stand up and hear the crash of the chair behind me. I do not care.

I’m out of the restaurant and I don’t even know how I got here, I know someone chased me and put my coat and bag in my hand. And that someone else, or maybe it was the same person, opened the car door. That I peel the hell out, as in a chase - that didn’t amaze me because this IS an escape: I’m running away from you.

(Come and get me.)

I rub my dry mouth with a napkin, I put it on the table and with a wave of my hand I call the waiter who materializes next to me at the speed of light. I pay the bill and as I stand up I realize the powerful erection that lifts my trousers. I calmly walk out of the restaurant, following in the footsteps of your steps, I breathe the cool evening air. I calm down a little but the desire of you doesn’t want to abandon me. Not even as I walk fast to our house, not even for the path that seems to unroll itself in front of me with exasperating slowness before making me reach our home.

I get out of the car with my troubled heart, and even if the path that leads home calms me down a bit, my hands shake as I search for the keys in my purse. My heartneat accelerates. I find the keys and pull it out with a tear rolling down on my face.

The house greets me with a chessboard of moonlight: the windows project bright squares while everything else is in the dark.

I breathe deeply the smell of our space, that mixture of you, me and our life together. I drop the bag and the keys, I pull my shirt off my skirt and take it off my head. I untie my skirt as I head to the bathroom door. I sow everything on the floor, like crumbs to make your way.

I flip the switch in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror: it’s me. Without you. I have big and fearful eyes. I leave my panties and bra at the foot of the sink, I open the shower box and the noise of the front door makes me jump.

I turn the key in the keyhole where you have turned yours before me and enter the dark atrium illuminated just by the lights upstairs.

A strip of light filters through the bathroom door along with the sound of the water. I adjust the cuffs of my shirt under my jacket and slowly approach the door opening it.

You are there and the large transparent shower box, not yet fogged up by the water vapor, doesn’t hide you. You must have just entered in the shower because you’re still not wet, staring at the stream of water in front of you waiting for it to be warm enough that it can caress your skin.

It’s you. You chased me, you reached me, I think as I hasten to tlturn on the tap to drowns out the sound of your footsteps and the beat of my heart.

I know very well that the windows will let you see my silhouette and you can watch me while the water is flowing on my skin. The hot stream of water makes its way between my breasts, goes to caress my belly, slips between my thighs and then die on my thin ankles. I tickle myself with the water and let two of my fingers slip inside me, thinking of you touching yourself while you’re looking at me. I expect you to watch me and see what I do for you. I stifle a groan in my throat. I want the first one you’ll hear is for your sex.

You don’t hear me enter and the vision of your naked body strikes me like a whip with a burst of excitement that I feel from the bottom of my spine and get to the heart accelerating its beats.

I approach the shower, open the transparent door and grab your arm.

A very long moment passes before I hear the bathroom door open, before the airflow warns me that you have also opened the shower door.

I feel your hand on me. Finally.

You whip around with a scream of fright and a look of pure terror is painted on your face before you recognize me. In a moment that hunted look becomes an angry glare.

It’s a strong hold, which would probably hurt me if my senses were not exasperated by excitement. I turn to you, and in an instant of pure terror I think it might not be you.

You make a sharp movement to get rid of me, with the only result that my hand tightens even more around your arm. Your moon skin will have the marks of my fingers impressed on it, I already know, but this thought doesn’t make me desist. On the contrary, I want to mark your body with my presence, I want to cry out to the world that you are mine, that only I can have you.

The relief of seeing your familiar face is so violent that I can’t restrain an angry wafture and slap your face while you drag me out of the shower. I know that for no reason you would raise your hands on me and I try to hit you again, but you block me hugging me and staring straight into my eyes.

I drag you out of the shower while you hit me with the other hand and slap my face. I grab you by your shoulders and hold you tight against my tense and excited body, rub against your moist skin as you wriggle (rub) against me.

The contact with your strapping body, even with all your clothes on, gives me an adrenaline rush that I can’t hold back. I would like to take your hands and put them on my wet body but instead I struggle to feel again your reassuring grasp, to feel myself wrapped in your arms, the only place I want to stay.

I leave the bathroom with you tight in my arms and I let you fall on the bed. You stay there for just a moment staring at me: your blue eyes are two deep lakes under your long eyelashes. I throw myself on you and overwhelm you with my body’m’s weight, you move under me and every movement you make gives me a rush of pleasure.

You let me fall on our bed and stay there for a moment looking at me. With your golden eyes full of desire and an open ravenous mouth. Your hands are trembling, perhaps by effort, perhaps by emotion, your erection is evident. And it’s the last thought I have before you get over me.

How much do you weigh? Actually I know it perfectly.

What I do know is that while I feel your body trapping me, I think I would like to be tied by you. I feel pleasure in feeling trapped by your body: like a cage, like a rope.

And keeping me this way, bound, you give me a kiss on the right cheek, then one on the left while I turn my head pretending I don’t want them. Then you finally taste my lips in a long kiss made of tongues ​​that intertwine and fight. Your brawny hands no longer need to block me and begin their exploration, sliding softly on my shoulders, on my breasts that don’t hide my desire for you, a strong call that now makes you clearly horny. You suck, bite and hold everything you can grab.

I feel my sex is about to explode with pleasure and I move beneath you knowing that every movement will trigger a reaction. And you react to every move, cover every inch of my body.

- to be continued -

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Edwin Smut Week 2018

Day 6 | Makeup Sex

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Edward P.O.V. is written in bold

Winry P.O.V. is written in italic

Part 2/2

I stretch my hand to the zipper of my pants, pull out my sex and, while I’m looking for you, I feel you are completely wet.

I still move while you put your hand between us, fiddling with your pants.

I feel your fingers forcefully slip into me while you stare at me with your golden eyes straight in mine. That’s how you want to continue our discussion. And you seem amazed, for a moment, to find me already so wet. But I don’t have time for your ingenuity. I arch my back offering me to you and your mouth begin a mad rush. I’m lost in your passion and in the movements of your tongue, which after getting lost between my legs, starts to spin expertly on my excited clitoris. Pleasure is proportional to the strength with which I cling to your golden ponytail.

You try to escape from me with a movement that does nothing but bring me inside you (you did it on purpose).

I move and I feel you inside me.

I still move away, as if to escape from you, because I want you to still hold me, still chase me, tie me up and pull rank.

Then finally with a faint voice, I say: “Make me yours” as I reach out to take your hard sex and bring it close to me. You make me wait amused and, instead, you put your fingers in me “I want your pleasure,” I say firmly “and I want to feel it inside me. Now!”. You grab my hips strongly, just as I had imagined, and delicate penetrate me. The naked skin of your penis rubs hot in me and I’m already too wet and eager.

I begin to move according to my pleasure and your movements seem to harmonize with mine. I don’t know if you are following me or if it’s me that suits you. I push deeper and an inarticulate sound comes out of the bottom of your throat. I push again, and I hear you again. And I see you, I see you surrender to the pleasure that takes you.

Each move is your strongest push, as if you had to reconfirm the possession you have on me every time. Each thrust is a more intense pleasure: we struggle on the bed in a love fight, your legs hook to mine, your fingers are intertwined to my hair, your grunts echo in my ear.

The decisive and virtuous moves make me lose my lucidity and I think only to enjoy how you possess me with vehemence. I only know that, for a moment at least, here and now, there is nothing else outside our bodies and no one between our minds. I don’t want this game to end, so I jump on you and start riding you. But after a while you lose your head and you don’t want to play anymore: you grab my waist and crash me on the sheets. I’m lying on my side and you lift my left ankle to rest it on your right shoulder.

I close my eyes as I feel the orgasm grow inside of me in a moment that looks endless.

With your hand you grab my hair until the moment I feel your hot pleasure explode and flood me inside and out.

When I return to the here and now, I look at you and see you lie with your eyes closed, still shaken by the last waves of pleasure. Your soft blonde hair hides part of your face.

With your fingers, you pick up your seed from my legs and offer it to me. I taste him devoted, insatiable.

My gaze falls guilty on the redness on your arm where I had grabbed you hard.

(I can’t lose you, I can’t live without you. It’s great to melt with your body, to be everything for you.)

Here and now I’m yours. And here and now, I know, you’re mine too.

You sigh deeply, take a breath and, still with your eyes closed, you hug me and rest your lips on my right shoulder, kissing the scar you know so well.

“I’m sorry” you say.

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She’s a silver lining climbing on my desire (2/2)

Edwin Smut Week 2018

Day 7 | Phone Sex

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Part 2/2

Winry’s breathing became faster, “I can see the mirror from here, I’m watching it while I’m touching myself…I hold my boob in one hand…”

And her husband almost choked.

“…now I go down,” she continued to torture him, “slowly, slowly stroking my belly, just like you did.”

Edward felt that he would come at any moment, he picked up her tiny panties and dipped his fingers with the desire to touch her. Her fingers tended against the delicate tissue as she was masturbating faster and faster, judging by her breathlessness.

“You didn’t even try to be gentle, sticking your fingers in it,” she reminded him.

In fact, he had slipped them between Winry’s thighs noting that she was all wet. “Fuck, you were soaking wet,” he replied instinctively.

“I love what you do to me,” said Winry.

Edward grunted in response

“You left me a wet trail all over my ass,” she insisted.

He remembered perfectly the feeling around his fingers while they slid in and out of her; he pushed them hard and deeply: “Your pussy tightened around my fingers,” he exclaimed.

“You made me raise my head to look at the mirror what you were doing,” she described excited.

“And you panted loud and smiled”

“Because I already knew what was coming”

“My cock penetrating you from behind?”

“Yes! Your pelvis that shoved stronger and stronger to remind me that I am yours, all yours!”

“Aah,” Edward cried, he thought of the feeling of his belly slamming against her thighs, to her pelvis moving as she leaned against the wall with her hands and her long, loose blond hair danced wildly on her back. Winry’s hips had taken the rhythm imposed by his hands and he knew he was the only man who could handle that woman’s fury.

Their gasps were back-and-forth until she arched her back, letting her long hair rub against the pillow and her buttocks against the sheets. Edward heard Winry moan loudly “Oh, God, Ed, I’m coming!!” she screamed. Panting eager and greedy, “Come with me”, shouting uncontrollably, “I’m all wet, dripping to my legs and on my hand, I want you, I need your cock to fill me up! Fuck me!”

Edward increased pressure and speed, his breath was shortened abruptly and, while a cry of pleasure died in his throat, a stream of hot and thick sperm covered his belly.

Later, he read the contents of the letter addressed to him together with the most pleasing gift:

“Forever yours, forever mine

xxx

With love, Winry ”

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She’s a silver lining climbing on my desire (½)

Edwin Smut Week 2018

Day 7 | Phone Sex

Part ½

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The room was a mess. He had pulled his clothes out of his bags and they were all around. On the table, there was a box of chocolates next to a book, then a toothbrush and a notebook. As soon as the suitcase was opened, Winry’s perfume had invaded the room and it was so good that Edward breathed it deeply. His wife had prepared the baggage; he had left only for a few days but he already missed her a lot. Edward lit the small bedside lamp, turning off the central one, because his tired eyes, after a whole day of work, couldn’t bear it. That dim glow in the hotel room allowed him to take refuge in a quiet place.

Some white paper stood out on the dark blankets. His hand folded over that envelope, closed with sealing wax. Above it, there was his name written in calligraphy.

Ed and Winry had started to write each other love letters: every time before he left, Edward hid a letter for her in a different corner of the house and Winry, in turn, put one in the suitcase that she prepared for him, so they both could find them once far away from each other.

Small surprises, cuddles for the soul to help him miss her a little less. And in fact Ed had just found her letter. His hands delicately delineated the edges of the envelope as if he caressed the profile of his beloved’s legs and opened it with devotion and lust just as her legs parted, slipping on white sheets waiting for him.

Anyway, that time, once he opened the envelope, a small piece of colored cloth peeked out. Pink lace. Amazed, he used his fingers to gently pull it out. It was a pair of panties. They’re perfect, like they were in the moment he had taken them off her the night before leaving. He sighed and looked at them. Then he squeezed them in his fist, brought them to his nose and got drunk on her. Tasting her smell or just thinking about Winry having that idea was driving him mad. His wife’s smell was the only smell, the only flavor he was and would always come back to.

You can call her, he said to himself. Ok, now I call home. Quickly.

The hotel rooms were equipped with a telephone, so, sitting on the bed, he grabbed the phone, made himself courage and dialed the phone number.

The phone rang.

No one answers, why doesn’t anyone answer at this hour?

“Hello?” Winry’s voice interrupted his paranoia.

“Hey Win, it’s Ed. I just came back to my room,” he exclaimed.

“Hi Ed!”

Suddenly he thought he didn’t know what to say. He had never been the one who often calls home, so when he did, he never knew what to do but to explain directly why he had decided to call. And now that they were married, the atmosphere was even more uncomfortable than before. “Am I bothering you?”

“What are you talking about…?” she laughed at him, “I just finished working, apparently we made an appointment ”.

“Yeah…an appointment…” Edward remembered that day at the station. That one word had given him the final push to propose himself to Winry.

“Is everything okay?” she resumed the speech, sensing her husband’s embarrassed silence.

“Yes, and you?”, he shook himself from his thoughts.

“It’s okay, thanks”.

And again silence.

Edward squeezed the phone in his hand and put the other hand, the one that was still clutching her panties, on his face, drawing deep breaths.

Inspire, exhale.

Inspire, exhale.

I’m an idiot.

“And what are you doing by now?” she asked him.

Thank God she has said something - God, how much I love her.

“Let’s say that when we meet again, you’ll have to slap me, I deserve it,” he replied, taking advantage of it.

He always thought that Winry had a very sexy laugh.

He changed his position on the bed, leaning against the headboard to relieve the pressure on his trousers but it didn’t help. “You have to forgive me,” he added, unable to distract himself from the lascivious ideas - that night, damn, they gave him no peace.

“Um, I don’t know if I can accept your excuses,” she replied. “Because, if you really want to know, I also find you very sexy on the phone”

“You’re not helping, Win,” he sighed.

“Oh, no? I thought so, how strange,” she pricked him, “Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”

“Me? No,” he obviously lied.

“Too bad, I had never been so close to a sexy phone call.”

Was she a little disappointed? And did she say sexy phone call? “Me too, even if I know how odd this must sound to you” Edward boasted.

Again that dissolute laughter at the other end of the phone.

“Have you found my letter…?” She asked point-blank.

“Yes…I’ve found it”

“…and?”

“And I have it here, here with me.”

Winry laughed at his embarrassment.

“You know that teddy lace you gave me? The one I was wearing last night?”

“Yes…” he held a part of it between his fingers.

“The pink lace babydoll, I’m wearing it right now…but I really don’t know where the panties are, so I can’t wear them now.”

“Winry…you are completely crazy.”

“…and almost completely naked,” she added.

“Where are you now?” it seemed he was waking up suddenly.

“I’m on the phone next to our bed.”

“And what are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you lying on the bed, with the babydoll raised up to my stomach”.

She could hear Edward swearing at the other end of the phone.

“What have you done when you’ve found my panties, Ed?” she whispered, cutting short.

“I’ve smelled them, I’ve inhaled hard, holding them against my face,” he answered without hesitation, as if he wasn’t expecting anything else.

“Ah, good,” she commented, satisfied.

But Edward feared he had said something wrong.

“Where are you now?” she asked.

“I’m on the bed too.”

“Do you still have your shirt on?”

“No, I took it off first.”

“So you’re bare-chested with just your pants on?”

“Yep.”

“And my panties? Where are they?”

“I have them in my hand now”

“I want you to put them in your mouth, Ed. I want you to put my panties in your mouth now.”

His breath died in his throat with excitement and he only managed to answer “Ok” before obeying her request.

“I’m imagining myself as I am now,” she continued, “sitting on top of your face, astride”

As if he wasn’t excited enough, he got even harder.

“Unbutton your pants,” she told him, not knowing that they had been already open for a while, “and take it in your hand.”

He ended up answering just “Mmhh”, and the phone fell from his hand.

Winry went on talking as soon as she heard his breath on the phone again. “And what do you do, Ed? Tell me what you think, please.”

Edward moved the precious panties from his mouth and answered with fervor “I think of my hand that wraps around your wrist, while the other one grabs your thigh, and before you can still escape from me, my mouth falls on your… ”

“On my…what? Say it.”

“On your pussy”, he reached a peak of excitement, the point of no return, and let himself go, getting the hang of it, “I touch your soft, sensible pussy lips which open up while my tongue gently tickles them.” He gasped, imagining her taste in his mouth.

“Keep touching yourself, up and down, as I would… are you doing it?”

“Ah ah,” Edward confirmed, but thinking about insinuating that same hand between her thighs while he was savoring her, made him increase the pace. He loved to taste her, it was exciting to know that his woman was getting wet just for him. The evening before leaving, after having touched her, he had brought his wet finger to her mouth, he had looked into her eyes without saying a word and she, obediently, had tasted her own juice. They also talked like that, their eyes say it all.

He clearly heard Winry panting.

“I’m thinking” sighed the blonde girl “about touching you myself while I’m still on top of you…it excites me to feel it getting harder and harder in my hand …” the breath became more labored and her voice was just a whisper, “you know when the other night I pushed you and forced you to sit down? When I knelt down and I took off your boxers?

He remembered it well. Her breasts were already naked and he could see them, with those turgid nipples, bobbing as she bent quickly over him.

"Without using my hands I put your hard cock in my mouth, licking it softly first, then with more enthusiasm…I’d like to do it now…”

Oh yes, she had clearly decided to make him explode shameless. That language…he had never heard her talk like that.

“I felt it wet because I was licking it entirely; I was moaning with a panting voice, enjoying it and staring straight into your eyes…you pulled my jaw down and made your cock slide deeper”

“Yes…” now it seemed obvious to Edward, given how Winry was comfortable speaking like that, but he still wanted to hear it from her, “Win…a-are you touching youself?”

“YES!” she answered immediately, “Do you mind?”

“No, absolutely no!”

“Then, at a certain point I felt it coming to my throat and it was like you were breaking through all my barriers; all my inhibitions liquefied between my legs…your taste excites me so much, Ed… ”

His grip became stronger, taking his breath away.

“My legs were moved by the only desire to spread as much as possible for you, while my lips still clung around your cock that was harder than before and filled me”

Now those visions, those feelings, were completely shared by both of them, as if their bodies were really rubbing one against each other.

“Then, as I continued to lick it, to suck it and to hold it in my hands, you pushed it to the bottom of my throat and stayed there for a few seconds, I opened my eyes and my body shook for a moment like electricity was running through me. You put a hand on my neck and you made me move away as if you’d lost your mind”

“I had really lost my mind, you make me crazy, you had it coming,” he promptly replied.

“Now I’m sticking two fingers into my pussy like you did…”

He loved when Winry let him undress her, remove her panties to be watched completely naked and please her with his hand.

“As you did,” she continued, “when you made me stand up and made me turn in front of the mirror in our bedroom… you threw away my panties, the ones you have with you now…you almost ripped them off”.

The image of her straddled, outstretched legs and her round ass drove him up a wall.

“Then you slipped your hands under the babydoll, along my hips until you grab my breasts with both hands while you were rubbing your cock against my ass…now I’m rubbing my nipple with my free hand, it’s becoming harder and pushes against the thin fabric”

Edward held his breath picturing Winry touching herself in front of him and with his free hand gripped the sheets in a spasm.

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Gift-Wrapped

Edwin Smut Week: Day 6

Theme: Lingerie/Panties

Rating: MA/nsfw (smut)

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 3442

Description: Edwin One Shot

Winry’s birthday gift to Ed is a little bit backwards when the wrapping is the present.

A/N: This one took me longer than I would’ve liked to write, and I didn’t do a lot of editing, so forgive my errors. I’ll probably back edit later. Anyway, I hope you like it.

my ESW tag || ffn || ao3

day 5: parking brake || day 7: ???

Winry

I feel a jolt of nervousness shoot through my veins as Ed crawls into our bed. I shouldn’t be, since I’m certain he’s going to like it, but for some reason, I am anyway.

“Did you enjoy the party?” I ask softly, snuggling into his chest.

Up until about an hour ago, our house was filled with people. It’s Ed’s birthday, so having everyone over seemed like an appropriate way to celebrate.

“Sure.” He nods. “Only, did you have to invite Ling?”

“Of course, I did,” I sigh. “He’s our friend, whether you like it or not, and Lan Fan wouldn’t have come without him.”

“Those two did seem awfully close,” he mutters. “But regardless, he stayed way too long, and he ate two thirds of my cake before I even got a second piece.”

“You had plenty,” I tell him gently.

“Well, yeah, but I was hoping to have some left over.”

“I can make you another cake, Edward.”

“It’s not the same,” he grumbles.

“Fine,” I announce, rolling my eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll bake both a cake and an apple pie. Good enough?”

“Apple pie? Fuck yes.”

I shake my head. I should’ve known he’d go for the pie.

“Anyway,” I murmur, moving my lips up to his ear, “I haven’t given you your gift yet. Are you ready for it?”

“What? I thought you already gave me my present. That journal.”

“Technically, that’s from Granny,” I explain.

“Aha. Well, in that case, let’s see it.”

“I didn’t have time to wrap it,” I stall carefully, sliding out from under the covers.

“Meh.” He waves dismissively. “Who gives a fuck about wrapping? Just hand it over.”

“Well, to be honest, it’s sort of… I can’t just give it to you. I have to show it to you.”

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Thank You

We are so grateful to everyone who participated in this event this year!! You all have gifted us with so much Edwin goodness, and we are blessed. Thank you for sharing your talent and content with us.

AND for those of you, like myself, who were busy this week or for whatever reason haven’t been able to contribute yet, but still want to, we’re accepting late submissions through Wednesday, August 15.

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EdWin Smut Week Day 3: Playtime

I was lucky enough to be commissioned by @random-rave for this one! And it just happened to fall into the prompt of day 3: Mom/Dad Alone Time @edwin-smut-week18

Word Count: 2500

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When the kids are gone for the weekend, it’s time for the adults to play

AO3/FFN

“Maes has nap time at 2 o’clock, otherwise you won’t be able to get him to go to bed at night.”

“Ed…”

“Sara normally gets super fussy after her first nap, so make sure you are ready to feed her the moment she wakes up.”

“Ed…”

“Don’t let Maes try to guilt you into giving him chocolate. He is a terror when he gets his hands on sugar. Oh! Sara can’t…”

“Ed!” Al shouted, cutting his brother off. Ed shut his mouth, blinking at him. “I teach kids who are as old as Maes on a daily basis. And Mei is amazing with babies. You really think I can’t handle my niece and nephew?” Al smirked, readjusting the diaper bag on his shoulder, being mindful of the sleeping Sara in his arms. Maes was tugging on Al’s pants impatiently, wanting to begin his weekend adventure with Uncle Al and Aunt Mei.

“You need to forgive Ed,” Winry chimed in, leaning down to ruffle Maes’s hair. “This is the first time we have been without kids since having Maes. I’m sure the two of you will do fine,” she said, straightening and placing a kiss on Sara’s cheek. “Thank you again though. It really means a lot.”

“Not a problem,” Al smiled. “I hope you two enjoy your weekend together!” he called as he and Mei ushered the children out of the large countryside house. Pinako had left for a vacation of her own the day prior, so the two were alone.

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EdWin Smut Week Day 2: Homecoming

Another late entry because I am trash at following deadlines I guess. Here is my contribution for Day 2′s prompt: Oral @edwin-smut-week18

Word Count: 2064

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It had been a year since he last saw her and he craved her like she was the finest wine. 

AO3/FFN

Winry tapped her foot impatiently, arms crossed as she stared down the platform, waiting for any sign of the impending train. Ed had called the night before to tell her that he was catching the first train back to Resembool from Central in the morning. He had wanted to be back home the night before, however, his train from Creta to Central ran late, so he had to make do with coming back the next day. She saw the faint outlines of smoke and heard the whistle of the horn in the distance and her heart began to race. It had been almost a year since she had seen Edward, a year since his awkwardly endearing proposal on this very platform. And oh God, did she miss him terribly. In that span of time she finished her apprenticeship with Garfiel, and Edward learned how to use a phone more regularly, something that she was greatly appreciative of. Hearing his voice, especially on some of her more challenging days, was something that made her heart soar with joy. Even though the calls were always brief because of the international charges, even hearing from him for five minutes could make a terrible day turn around so quick.

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Louder Than Words

EdWin Smut Week- Day 7 dirty talk & phone sex (Military AU)

Fantasy Café-  “I see you found my message” @random-rave

“I’m sorry Winry, but Mustang’s called a last minute meeting and I need to fly out to central command tomorrow.”

“Are you going to be back by our anniversary?”

“I hope so…”

Edward could tell his wife was more than a little miffed, though she hid it well behind a smile groomed over the years when learning to deal with his career in the military. While technically. Ed wasn’t an officer, his knowledge of certain sciences kept him on their radar as an advisor to the now Brigadier General.  What could he do, the military paid them well, so he couldn’t simply not go, but then again, his wife’s happiness meant just as much to him.  Winry had always been such the dutiful wife and he needed to make sure she knew he appreciated that.

‘Friggen Mustang, wait till I see him again!  I could call Riza to vent but…  no, that wouldn’t be fair to her.’  As she walks around their home, working on chores and tidying up, Winry does her best to ignore the irritation.  She has a lot to keep her busy as well, Rockbell Industries is set to release a new model of mechanical prosthetic’s and this time, the design was mostly her own.  

‘What’s this?’ opening her socks drawer and picking up the little note…

‘Winry, you know you’re still as beautiful as the day we met.  Love, Edward’

She reads the short little message a couple of times, this was new, since when did her husband do cute things like this?  Tucking it into her pocket she carries on, but the more areas she goes through over the next couple of days, the more notes she finds both sweet, and much more suggestive ones.

Next to the TV remote. ‘Cuddle time is a fun time with my Winry.’

Under her pillow.  ‘My favorite place in this house, is with you under the covers.’  “Aww that was sweet.”

In the utensils drawer. ‘Did I ever tell you how much I love your cooking?’

Speaking of cooking, Winry checks the fridge, and sure enough she needed to get a few things from the market.  After closing-up the house, she piles into her car and taped to the dash is another folded note.  ‘Let’s take a drive to the countryside one day, and you can ride my stallion ;)’  She blushes bright despite no one being around to see it.  ‘That man is something else!  What was he thinking, getting me riled up when he’s not here?’    

The note was still stuck on her mind as she walked into her office.  ‘Ugh, tomorrow is our anniversary and he still hasn’t said anything about making it home.’  Grabbing the contract she needed to sign, Winry notices writing on her Post-It pad, did she forget something?

‘Don’t work too hard hun, save some strength for when I bend you over this desk…  look up.’

“What?”

Winry looks up from her desk to see Edward standing there, leaning against the frame with a small bouquet of her favorite purple Dendrobiums.  “I see you got my message,” smiling, “Hey there beautiful.”

“Edward!” she rushes over crushing him in a hug and kisses.  “How’d you know I’d be here?”

“Your typical routine,” handing her the flowers, “Saturdays you come here when no one’s around to finish your paperwork,” tilting her head into a kiss.  He slowly backs her away from the door, kicking it shut with his foot, “and that note was a promise by the way,” until she’s pushed up against her desk.  

“Oh,” trailing a finger down his chest, “like your little love note in the car?”  

He leans in close, nibbling her lobe, voice husky and taunting, “that’s a promise too… but for another day.”  

“Mmm,” smoothing her tongue over her lips, “then let me help you keep your promise,” undoing his belt, “to bend me over,” zipper, “this desk,” and reaching in to free his dick.

“Aren’t we eager?” he chuckles    

With a few good strokes to his appendage and pride, “that’s all your fault, now are you waiting for permission soldier?  The fox hole is a little empty and rather lonely.”

“Aye, Aye Capitan!” Ed salutes and promptly turns his giggling wife around, pushing her upper body flush over the desk.  He flips her skirt up and pulls her underwear down, running his fingers along her crevasse and folds to see how wet she was, and once satisfied, gave her ass a small smack for fun.  

“Hey!  No handprints!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now,” leaning over her and flattening her hands palm face down on the desk’s surface, “brace yourself.”

“For what?  Oh.. OH!” are the last discernable words she can execute before she feels the head push its way through with a quick jabbing trust and a brunt force deep inside when skin hits skin.  Ed wasn’t looking for slow and sweet but a ‘I just wanna fuck you right now’ pace.  And that was perfectly fine with her.

She widens her stance a bit, allowing her cheeks to spread and open-up his reach, but with each slam, her moans and cries elevate.  Her fingers clench and release, wishing her arms were long enough to reach the other edge of the desk to grip onto.  It all felt so good, so damn good.  Edward was more often gentler in their love making but sometimes, she just wanted to feel a little… dirty.

“God I missed you Win…” his tone is gravelly and strained, “this is all, I could think of in that damn meeting…”

“I missed…  you…” a ringing from Ed’s phone, “who the hell?” that statement coming out in a pissed off shriek.

“That’s Mustang’s ringtone, fuck I gotta…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“I gotta,” pulling the cell from his pocket and hitting receive.  “What is it Mustang?  I’m kinda…” Edward rocks his hips slowly, not wanting to lose his erection, but Winry is not having it as she purposely pushes back on her own accord to force more movement.  “S-Sir, I really…” She lifts her body and with the help of her arms rams him harder.  “…c-caaaan’t talk…” covering the mic whispering, “please Winry,” then turning back to the call, “yeah I’ll get that research…” she resumes her quick pace, “…shit… no not you, I’ll get it done…”  

By now Winry has had enough and reaches back to yank the phone out of Ed’s hand.  After shushing her husband, clears her throat and with the most sultry voice she can muster, “Briggy, this is Winry, Ed is in the middle of doing me so he’ll have to call you back in, oh, maybe an hour if I’m not feeling more frisky.”  Click…  sliding the phone on the desk out of his reach.  

“He is going to be so pissed Win, ugh then I’ll have to hear it.”  

“You should’a just let it go to voice mail and said you were in the shower, now get back to work soldier!”

“Damn woman!”  His dick twitches with excitement.  “I think I like it when you talk like that!”

He grips to her waist and drives roughly into his wife as she scrambles to brace herself with the renewed onslaught.  Over and over, grunting and breathing heavily, he maintains the hurried pace, building up the desired heat and helix of pressure that will signal their climax. The walls surrounding his shaft thicken and constrict, adding more strain and tension but communicating his wife’s impending end.  

She was so close, he sinks his dick all the way in and just rock his hips, buffing her entrance with skin to skin contact and lifting her hips at the same time to hit her sweet spot. His hands weave around as well, tickling her clit, rubbing and pinching, all in a multi-assault to her senses. Winry’s head tilts back and her hand flies to her mouth, clamping down as the orgasm hits, sending ripples of spasms throughout her body.  

As her body shudders, Ed returns to thrusting, but it takes no more than a few before his payload drops and releases in several bursts, seeds spilt and spent amongst a final grunt.

“Ugh, now I’m tired,” he flops onto his wife.

“Omph!  Get off,” pushing with her back and ass, “Ed you’re heavy!”

“So, mean,” he whines, standing back up again and teasing pumps against her a couple times before pulling out.

Winry stands up, stretching her back, “there should be clean rags over on the counter,” pointing at her workstation.  

He goes and grabs a couple, one for him and one for her, cleaning up on his way.  “So, what do you wanna do tomorrow?” handing her the rag.

“I didn’t make any reservations,” wiping up, “since I didn’t know if you’d be home.”

“Why don’t we take that drive to the countryside?”  Grin, “find a little B&B,” wiggling his eyebrows, “ride a stallion?”

Giggle, “I’ll bring my riding crop…”

~~~~~xxx~~~~~ Bonus

Click…  The phone slips from Mustang’s hand into his lap and he turns to his wife next to him. “Did you hear any of that?”

Riza doesn’t even turn away from her magazine, “I told you not to bother him, tomorrow is their wedding anniversary.”

“I just can’t believe she said…” but when he looks at his wife, now she’s glaring at him.

“I’d be pissed too, take it as a lesson Roy.”

‘Ah, fuck…’

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Another reminder that we do accept late entries so there’s still plenty of time to create something for our lovely ship if you feel like it! (We’ll be open for new posts till August 15th.)

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EdWin Smut Week Day 1: Showered in Love

So, I come to the party late, but I finally have something to share! Here is my contribution for Day 1′s prompt: Shower @edwin-smut-week18

Word Count: 2,430

Rating: Explicit 

Summary: Sometimes you just need a shower to put you at ease. 

AO3/FFN

“Remind me again why we had our wedding in Central?” Ed asked as he and Winry made their way to their room in the hotel.

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The Most Amazing Tune-up Ever Performed

Edwin Smut Week 2018

Theme: Workplace

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Type: One-shot (3,065 words)

Summary: Edward wants to show Winry that he can work on tune-ups.

A/N 1: This story is more raunchy than Amestrian Blue 🤭😳😁

A/N 2: The content of this story is way too hardcore for FF.Net so I will only post it on AO3.

Winry wiped the sweat from her forehead with her favorite bandana. The trees were starting to shed leaves but that day felt as if summer never left Resembool. Winry tucked the bandana inside one of her back pockets and opened the service door connecting the backyard to the workshop. Her eyebrows hiked up when she found Edward messing with her tools. 

Her brow set in a low grown. “What are you doing with my stuff?”

Edward jumped. The No. 10 adjustable wrench he held in his hand went flying, it landed on the concrete floor with a loud clank. “Dammit, Winry!” he snapped back at her. He bent over to pick up the wrench. “You forgot how to knock?” he said after straightening up.

“This is my workshop, Ed. I don’t need to knock!” Winry returned the jab.

Edward didn’t respond but he did stare at her in silence.

Winry snorted. Defiant as always.  A sense of discomfort brought her back to her senses. She’d been clenching her fists so hard that the band in her left ring finger was digging into the other two. She closed the door behind her and approached him; ran her fingers along his shoulder. “What are you doing with my stuff?” she asked coyly. Edward’s cheeks acquired some color; an interesting reaction. 

Edward looked down; fiddled with the other tools sitting on the tray. A moment after, he raised his eyes to Winry, and said, “I want to help you out.”

Winry blinked. “Come again?”

“You heard me just fine,” he frowned. 

Winry narrowed her eyes a fraction. “You help around the house.”

“That goes without saying,” Edward said with a smile. He placed the No. 10 wrench with the other tools. He paused only a beat before adding, “I want to help you with tune-ups.”

Winry’s dropped. Since when the Alchemy Freak was interested in automail engineering? Something was off. “Is that so?” She did nothing to hide her incredulity. 

Edward started to speak then stopped; it made Winry wonder if he paused because he’d been caught fibbing. “Please sit down on the maintenance chair,” Edward said a moment later, he even motioned for her to sit.

Winry raised an eyebrow; it looked like Edward wanted to play.  “Sure thing.” She walked over to the maintenance chair; sat on it. 

Edward transferred the tray to the cart and wheeled over to where she was. “Please lay down for me,” he said. 

Winry decided to be cheeky with him. “But I don’t have any automail parts in my body, Mr. Automail Mechanic,” she said, stating the obvious.

“This is not your typical tune-up, Miss,” Edward replied with a heavy dose of sarcasm. Then, he added, “would you mind hurrying up? I have other clients to attend.”

Winry snickered. “Well, since you put it that way…” 

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Mile Marker- part 2

Part 2 of 2 , Part 1 Here

EdWin Smut Week- Day 6 makeup sex (AU Story)

Fantasy Café- “Do You Feel That” @random-rave

Tipping her head, she takes in a deep breath of the cool, crisp Seattle morning air, smiling at how much better the air smells here, and peaceful, oh how it was just a beautiful city compared to the rush and smog of Los Angeles.  5 days were truly not long enough of a visit to enjoy everything this place had to offer.  Then again, if they stayed too long they may never want to return to L.A.  Would it really be a bad thing?  She frowns, her job was important to her as well and the best paying ones meant staying in California.

While Winry communed with the landscape outside, inside, Edward sat on the guest bed processing something they had learned the night before.  ‘I’m gonna be an uncle…’  He was happy for his brother Al and sister-in-law Mei’s pregnancy, why wouldn’t he be.  When they were kids, they were fascinated with how humans, women, could create a living creature inside of them.  It was like magic to a child, the wonders of nature and all that.  Hell, it was one of the reasons he had become a biochemistry professor.

But something inside of him stirred, like a long dormant feeling he never even knew existed until now. They say women are the ones with a ticking biological clock, so is that what he’s feeling, this sudden desire to settle down and have a family, even though he’s a guy, do men have these thoughts? Until that moment, Edward had been happy with his life, happy with his wife and their careers in fields they had both dreamed of entering.  No other cares in the world but their own really, and now…  His head drops, now it felt like a hole had just opened in his chest.

All throughout that day Edward listens to Winry’s phone ring and beep, calls from Paninya, texts from Paninya, with occasional ones from other employees mixed in.  At first, he ignores them, not wanting to say or do anything to upset his brother or wife but it grates on his nerves but, by 10 pm when they were in their room packing, he couldn’t take it anymore.

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Parking Brake

Edwin Smut Week: Day 5

Theme: Car Sex

Rating: MA/nsfw (smut)

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 3038

Description: Edwin One Shot (High School AU)

Ed sneaks Winry out one night for a midnight drive and some alone time.

A/N: This is set in the summer following their graduation from high school as a part of my Chemistry AU. (Also, the title comes from Dan + Shay’s song “Parking Brake.”)

my ESW tag || ffn || ao3 || Chemistry au

day 4: in broad daylight || day 6: ???

Winry

Ed cuts the engine, and suddenly we’re plunged into quiet darkness. My ears ring with the unsung part of “Welcome to the Black Parade,” and I take a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Crickets start chirping outside, and I see fireflies outside my window.

“I love this view,” Ed murmurs, his low voice fracturing the silence.

I turn to look out the windshield, and I sigh peacefully. You can see all of Resembool from this spot. It took us almost an hour to get here via all the winding, perilous back roads, but Ed’s right. The view is worth it.

We’re the only ones here tonight even though this is a relatively well-known place to go parking. All-in-all, there are several located around the outskirts of town, sprinkled among the sheep pastures. This one, Sheep’s Head Hill, just happens to be the most difficult to get to. So, while most people know about it, they rarely come here. Not when you can drive to the East End Dam in half the time.

“I know what you mean,” I whisper.

There’s only a few more weeks of summer before Ed leaves for Central where he’s enrolled in university classes. Lately, all the stress has been getting to him, which is why, when we can, we go somewhere away from everything to be alone together. I’ve found it’s easiest to take his mind off of whatever is bothering him by getting a little physical. And a little naked.

Fortunately, we’re alone in a car on the top of a deserted hill in the middle of the night.

“Right,” he says suddenly, turning toward me. “So which way do you want to do this? Front seat or back?”

“Well, geez, Ed, do you have to make it sound so incredibly unromantic?” I frown.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” he groans, running his hands over his face. “I’ve just been preoccupied with getting ready to leave for school and my Dad being around again… I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

I reach out to grab his wrists, pulling them down around my waist.

“Hey,” I say softly. “It’s okay. It’s just us, now. Focus on me.”

He nods, and I lean in, pressing my lips to his jaw, where I begin to trail kisses up toward his ear. I feel him relax and quickly move around to kiss more of him. His fingers slide up into my hair, and suddenly, I’ve lost control of the kiss. His lips land on mine, and his arms slide up my back. I yelp as he lifts me, pulling me across the space between the seats into his lap. I shift my leg over both of his until I’m straddling his thighs.

“This is more like it,” I murmur against his mouth.

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Wasted

For Edwin Smut Week! @edwin-smut-week18

Prompt: Car Sex (but it’s also au)

Rated: Explicit!!

Words: 2034

Literally did not check for errors so if you see any just ignore them lmao. Im upset that I haven’t been able to write more for this week but i’m still gonna try!

Her phone chimes for the tenth time in the past minute, but Winry ignores it. She’d like to finish her homework before she had to get ready to leave tonight. Choosing to study biomedical engineering has been so rewarding yet so challenging. It took all her effort and concentration to ace all her classes, no matter how gifted she is on the subject.

Winry can’t complain though, she has the best friends and support system to get her through the next year of school. One more year and she’d be done. Well, with her bachelor’s at least. Only another three after that for her masters…

Sighing, Winry flips her phone over after eight consecutive messages blow up her phone. Checking the group chat she sees the latest message from Paninya threatening to shun them all if they don’t go out with her tonight. Ed clearly didn’t have a problem with that. He could be so insensitive sometimes, always talking so brash to people, trying to seem tough. Though Winry knows he’s just a big softie on the inside and he’d go just because Al and she were going.

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