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You aren’t sure why you do it, you just know something is possessing you. Edward is all you can think about, all you dream about. It’s maddening how fixated you are with him. Maybe somewhere in your misguided mind, you think that this will cure you of it. Maybe, you think as you pick the deadbolt on his front door, once you see how he lives, you’ll become uninterested. As you carefully push open the door, you realize that thought is a total bust. If anything, Edward has become ten times more fascinating.
His apartment is messy, but methodically so, the walls plastered in pictures and news articles, every bit of table or counter space covered with something. You wander into the apartment, careful to lock the door behind you, and take in the place. You knew Edward was strange, unhinged, but you never would have guessed…
You try not to touch too much; the contents of Edward’s apartment look like they might be a crime-scene one day, and you’re not too keen on getting mixed up in that. You go from room to room, soaking up as much information as you can.
You find something. It’s a green hoodie, oversized, even for Edward. It’s buried in the back of his closet, along with a green army jacket with a question mark crudely painted on the breast. You pick up the hoodie, bringing it to your nose without thinking. It smells like sweat and cologne and… is that blood? You take off your shirt and slip the hoodie on. It’s warm and soft, and it smells like Edward.
You leave the closet, brushing your hands along the hanging clothes as you pass. His bed is in the center of the room, unmade with blankets thrown back haphazardly. You toe off your shoes and climb into bed. The scent of him is overwhelming here and you allow yourself to roll around in it, to be covered by it. You grab the nearest pillow and curl around it, burying your face in it. Judging from the way it’s flattened, you’re sure it’s the one Edward sleeps on the most. Arousal seeps through your body, warming you from the inside out. You were in his bed. He slept there. He probably masturbated there, too. You exhale slowly at the thought.
What did Edward think about when he got off? Did he think about you? God knows, you thought about him.
You think about him now as you sneak your hand between your legs. You rub yourself through your pants, grinding against the seam and the pillow you were curled around. You think about him, about his smile, about what he sounded like when he said your name; about how it might sound if he moaned it. Your breath came out in quick huffs as you rubbed and grinded and gyrated, desperate to desecrate this place, to make it yours.
You’re so caught up, you don’t notice the sound of the front door unlocking.
Edward enters the bedroom without making a sound. You aren’t sure how long he stands there, but he’s there as you get closer to the edge. He interrupts your climax before it can happen.
“You’re in my apartment,” he says flatly.
You scream.
“Funny thing is, I was just at yours.”
“Wh-What?” you ask as you sit up and try to adjust your clothing.
“I was wondering where you were,” he continues. Edward is all nonchalance as he shrugs off his outer layers and kicks off his sneakers. He stands at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the cuffs of his long-sleeved button-up and watching you. He wears an expression you’ve never seen before; it’s amusement, but there’s clearly danger there, too. Unfortunately, it only serves to turn you on more. “I guess I know now.”
“Edward, I’m so sorry,” you try. You shuffle towards the edge of the bed, intending to leave, but he stops you.
“You know, you never cease to surprise me,” says Edward. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and gestures for you to come closer. “I mean, I knew you liked me, but I had no idea how much.”
You crawl towards him and kneel in front of him, placing your hands on your thighs. “So much,” you breathe. “I like you so much, Edward. I-I’m sorry for breaking in, I just—” You stop. You don’t have an explanation for your behavior.
Edward doesn’t seem to require one. He ventures a hand out and cups your cheek.
“You’re not upset?” you ask hopefully.
“No,” he agrees with a soft smile. “I’m not upset. However, I think we both know this sort of behavior is not… healthy.”
You look down, shame creeping up the back of your neck and into your cheeks. Judging from what you’ve seen in his apartment, you’re not sure he’s one to judge, but you remain silent.
Edward’s voice is smooth and quiet when he speaks again, unlike anything you’ve heard from him thus far. “You know I can’t let you leave now.”
You lift your head, a shiver running through you. “What?”
“Did you really think you could break in here without consequences?” he scolds gently, pinching your chin. “You’re not very smart.”
If you weren’t blushing before, you certainly are now. In fact, heat rushes through all parts of your body. You stare up at him with your mouth agape, like a fish trying to take in air. “What?” you ask again, weaker this time.
“What?” Edward repeats mockingly. “Is that all you can say?”
You close your mouth and swallow. “That’s— That’s not nice,” you retort weakly.
“Oh, (Y/N),” he purrs, rubbing your chin with his thumb, “You should know by now that I am not a nice man.”
A strange mixture of fear, arousal, and disappointment surges up inside you as you blink back tears. “You are,” you retort. “You’re always so nice and sweet and—” You’re cut off as he kisses you, hard; hard enough that you can taste iron as your lip splits. Regardless of the pain, elation flows through you, mingling with the arousal that makes your body hot. You reach out for him, but he stops you, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them to your thighs. You whine his name softly.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do something like this,” he whispers back. “How long I’ve thought about you…”
“Oh, Edward—“
The sound of duct tape tearing is deafening. Edward uses one hand to hold your wrists together. With the other, he wraps the tape tight around them, keeping them together.
“What are you—?”
“Shut up,” Edward says breathily. “Don’t-Don’t—” He’s practically panting as he kisses you again. “Just shut up,” he breathes against your lips. “I’ll tell you when I want you to speak. Understand?”
You nod.
“Good,” Edward sighs. He pulls away from you and starts to roll out another piece of tape. “Take your pants off.”
The order takes you by surprise, but you clamber to your feet and attempt to do as he asks. Unfortunately, with your bound hands, you can only do so much. You look at him for assistance. You hope a look is enough; it’s not like you can ask for help.
Edward kneels before you and, with surprising gentleness, undoes your fly and pulls your pants down, along with your panties. The hoodie is large enough that it covers you, but that doesn’t stop the blood from rushing to your cheeks. When you step out of your clothing, Edward wraps tape around your ankles with careful finesse. He turns you around and pushes you onto the bed. You land with a soft ‘oof’. The mattress edge presses into your shins; you didn’t quite make it all the way.
“Now this is a sight,” Edward moans appreciatively. “You look good from behind.” Edward climbs onto the bed behind you. You can feel as he settles his weight on the backs of your thighs, and then he pushes up the edge of his hoodie, exposing your ass. Edward leans over you. His jeans are rough against your skin, and his cock twitches. He curls one hand in your hair and pulls, lifting your head. “Would you let me have you like this?” he asks. “Tell me.”
“I would let you do whatever you want,” you breathe in return.
“Of course you would,” he coos. Edward tightens his grip in your hair and shifts his weight, pulling you into a kiss. The positioning is awkward, but it still makes your head foggy with desire. You’re panting by the time he pulls away, and then he pushes your head back into the mattress. “I’m going to,” he decides. Edward sits back. You hear the drag of his zipper and the rustle of his clothes. Then, suddenly, he’s there, hard cock pressing against your entrance. You bite back a whimper as he pushes inside, stretching you deliciously. Thank God you were already wet from your earlier activities; he didn’t seem very keen on foreplay at the moment.
The pace he sets is grueling. Edward settles his body weight against your back, and you can feel his breath against your cheek as he pants in your ear.
You feel near to tears, but you aren’t sure if it is because your dreams are finally coming true, or because Edward is not at all what you thought he was. Or maybe it’s because he’s pounding into you with delicious ferocity, each thrust deep enough to push against your cervix. It feels like he’s all the way in your stomach, and you wonder briefly if you can cum like that, without even being touched. The longer he fucks you, the more possible it seems.
Then, Edward does something surprising. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against his chest, and slides his hand between your thighs. You gasp as his fingers find your clit and press hard against it. “I wanna hear you,” he murmurs in your ear. “Talk to me.”
For a moment, you’re so blissed out that no words come. You’re stuck whimpering and gasping as you rut against his hand, driven by the movements of his hips. “E-Edward,” you finally keen. “F-Fuck, you’re so—”
“Is this what you thought would happen?”
“N-No,” you admit with a gasp. “Not at all. B-But, I’m soooo—” You cut yourself off as you muffle a moan, rolling your face into the mattress.
“In my bed,” he grunts. “In my hoodie. Practically begging for me to take you.”
You nod quickly, letting out another pitiful moan.
“Slut,” he accuses breathily with a laugh. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?”
You turn your head and swallow hard. “J-Just for you, Eddie,” you answer. “I’m your slut.”
His breath hitches and his hips stutter. “My slut,” he sighs. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.” Edward lowers his head, resting his forehead against the back of your head for a moment. His thrusts become more drawn out and languid, his fingers now pressing against your clit with a purpose.
“A-Ah, Edward—”
“I want you to cum,” he breathes. “I want to feel my slut cum around me.”
“Fuck,” you groan. You can feel it, too, the climax that’s been building since you first laid in his bed; the orgasm you were denied that now returned with a vengeance. It’s almost too easy for you to clench around him and let him drag you under. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter.
Edward nudges your head to the side so he can attach his mouth to your neck and suck a dark bruise beneath your skin. The sensation is enough to push you over, and you cry out as the knot in your stomach breaks and warmth floods it. You know Edward feels it, too, because he moans as he bites your neck. He follows you close behind, his hips stuttering again as he fills you up, his cock pulsing inside you. Your walls flutter, milking him for all he’s worth.
For a moment, you both just lay there, him on top of you, and try to catch your breath. It’s easier said than done when he’s resting his entire body weight on your rib cage, but it’s comfy, in its own weird way. He’s soft and warm, like his hoodie. You can almost pretend he’s hugging you; but then you don’t have to pretend. Edward wraps both of his arms around you and rolls onto his side, keeping you against his chest as he moves. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles your neck. The scene is surprisingly domestic. Or, it would be, if you weren’t still bound with duct tape; and if his cock wasn’t still inside you.
Edward breaks the long silence first. “I’m keeping you,” he says.
“Oh?” You raise your bound hands. “Is that what the tape is for?”
“That’s just an extra little gift,” he muses. “I’ll take it off later.”
You hum in acknowledgement. “What were you doing at my apartment?” you ask.
“Hm?” Edward nuzzles your neck and presses a soft kiss against the hickey he left.
“Earlier,” you clarify.
“Oh,” he sighs. “I was going to kidnap you.”
You freeze up. “R-Really?”
“No.” You feel his smile against his skin. “Not unless you wanted me to,” he says. “But I’m taking this as you wanting me to.”
You can’t find it in you to deny that. You did break into his apartment, after all… What sort of message did you think that sends?
“Get some rest,” Edward purrs. “I’ve got some other plans for you tonight.”
As if on cue, your stomach rumbles. “Do those plans involve food?” you ask weakly.
Edward chuckles. “Yes,” he assures you. He pulls out of you, and you feel the rustle of him tucking himself away and then rolling off the bed.
“Eddie—” you start to whine.
“Rest,” he orders again. “I’ll figure out something for dinner.” He rounds the bed to your side. Edward reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, carefully cutting the tape on your wrists, but not your ankles. He pulls back the covers for you, and once you wiggle under them, he tucks you in.
“Okay,” you say softly. Before he can leave, you reach out to him and catch his shirt. “Kiss first.”
“Needy,” he tsks softly. Still, he smiles and leans down, kissing you gently. Edward passes his hand over your head, petting your hair while pushing it out of your face. “I’ll be back,” he assures you, and then he’s gone, whistling softly as he shuts the door behind him.
You curl up and try to get as comfortable as you can. It’s not easy. The tape around your ankles chafes slightly and from the waist down, you’re wet and sticky. You try not to think about it too much. Instead, you focus on the fact that you’re still in Edward’s bed, dressed in his hoodie, after you just had sex with him. You grin. Yeah, okay, that’s better.
You shift again and shut your eyes, letting his scent and the knowledge that you were now his lull you to sleep.