request: hi! I love your writing! I’m wondering if you’d be open to writing a chess game between the reader x Edmund, that turns smutty or something like that? thanks!
warning: smut below the cut
“Checkmate!” the brunette exclaimed as he placed his knight in its spot, trapping my king.
“Seriously Edmund, can’t you let me win at least once?” I complained as we moved to reset the board.
“But then you would be mad at me for going easy on you,” he pointed out. I let out a sigh before moving one of my pawns two spaces ahead. I rested my head against my hand as I watched Edmund, expecting him to move his own piece. Instead, he smiled. “I think I have an idea on how to make this game a bit more interesting.” I raised an eyebrow.
“What’s your idea?” I waited in silence, knowing I was either going to love or hate the idea.
“Why don’t we spice things up and play strip chess.” The grin on his face widened.
“Strip chess? What in the world is that?”
“It’s like strip poker. Except it’s chess. Each time a piece of yours is taken that isn’t a pawn, you have to take off an article of clothing.”
“How ridiculous,” I muttered, my face turning warm as I thought of stripping in front of Edmund.
“Why? Scared you’ll be the one to become naked?” I looked into his eyes, his brown irises looking back with the same fire that was in mine.
“Fine, whatever Pevensie,” I said, looking away from his eyes as my heart raced in my chest. I could feel his eyes still watch me as I focused my attention on the board. “I just hope you’re wearing lots of layers.”
It wasn’t long until Edmund captured one of my rooks. I let out a groan as Edmund let out a victorious laugh. “Alright, (y/n). Clothes off.” I rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head. My vision of him was shortly obscured by the red shirt before being returned to normal as I flung the piece of clothing away from me. I was suddenly glad to be wearing one of my nicer bras as I felt Edmund’s eyes study the newly exposed skin.
“Stop being a creep Ed,” I said as I moved one of my pieces.
“Sorry,” he muttered. His response caught me by surprise as I had been expecting a witty comeback. Instead, he focused his eyes on the game in front of us, his cheeks colored a light rose. It wasn’t long until I captured his knight.
“Alright, Edmund. Clothes off,” I said, repeating his words from earlier.
“Very funny,” he said as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I let out an impatient sigh.
“C’mon Ed. We don’t have all day.” He let out a chuckle, moving his fingers at a faster rate before the white button-up was off his body. I had never seen Edmund shirtless before. I had always known he was strong but I wasn’t aware of the abs that hid behind the fabric of his shirts. His skin was tanned from the sun, most likely due to afternoons playing football.
“Admiring the view?” Edmund chuckled, causing my face to heat up as I snapped my head back to the board.
“You wish,” I shot back, suddenly very interested in the game. I studied the pieces in front of me as I attempted to slow my heart rate. Luck must have been on my side as it wasn’t soon until I had captured Edmund’s rook. “Let’s hope you didn’t wear your Care Bears boxers today,” I joked as Edmund stood up to take off his pants. He started to unbuckle his belt and as he did, I couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in my stomach.
I turned my attention to his face as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants. He returned to his spot on the floor, his face filled with concentration before making his next move. I tried to concentrate on the game but all I could focus on was the slight bulge visible in his black boxers. “(Y/n),” he said, causing me to wake from my daze.
“Hm?” I replied, looking up to face him. In his hand was my bishop.
“Pants off princess.” I know he meant it as a joke but my heart fluttered at his words. I swallowed thickly, suddenly very aware of Edmund’s eyes on me. I got up, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them off, leaving me in only my underwear. I saw Edmund lick his lips as he looked at me. I blinked my eyes a few times before focusing them on the chessboard and not Edmund’s crotch. Surely I was just imagining the growing bulge in his boxers, although Edmund’s uncomfortable shifting seemed to suggest otherwise.
Edmund had become increasingly silent as I pondered my next move. I leaned forward, playing out my plan in my head as I slowly moved my hand to one of my pieces. Before my hand could reach it, a larger hand grabbed mine. “Are you going to continue teasing me like this?” Edmund questioned. I was about to ask him what he meant when his eyes flickered to my cleavage that had slowly become more visible as I leaned forward. I could feel my face start to warm, my eyes flickering to his crotch. While I might have been able to write off his erection as part of my imagination before, it was now very much evident.
“As if you aren’t teasing me as well,” I said, returning my gaze to meet his own. His brown eyes studied my face as his hand traveled from my hand and up my arm. He studied my facial expression, waiting for a sign to stop. I didn’t give him one. Instead, I crawled closer to him. With one single swipe of his hand, the chessboard was gone. Chess pieces clattered across the floor, not that either one of us cared.
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