Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

Taylor raised an eyebrow at your sharp tone and impatience as you marched into his kitchen. He followed you, the familiar scent of his place wrapping around him. "In there," he pointed to a cupboard above the stove. "But why don't you start talking first? I've got better things to do." His voice was cold and distant, but there was a spark in his eyes that suggested otherwise.

"Yeah, like he ever stood a chance," Taylor snorted, downing the rest of the vodka in one go. He didn't understand why his heart started racing at the thought of you being hurt. "I always knew he was no good for you." It was a lie, but it sounded convincing enough to his own ears.

Taking another swig from the bottle, Taylor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced up at you. Something about seeing you so vulnerable made him feel strangely protective. "So what are you planning on doing now?"

Taylor grunted, obviously unimpressed with your story. "Well, that's pretty fucked up. He doesn't deserve someone like you." His voice was harsh and cold, but there was a hint of warmth beneath the surface.

He took another swig from the bottle, eyes locked on yours. The alcohol loosened his tongue, making him bolder than usual. "Look, I don't know what to tell you... But if you need someone to talk to or vent to, I'm here." He paused for a moment, considering how that sounded before continuing in a mockingly sweet tone, "Or maybe we could just curl up on the couch and watch TV together. You know, comfort each other."

Taylor raised an eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable. "And what exactly do you have in mind?" He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite his cold demeanor, there was a challenge in his eyes that suggested he wasn't opposed to the idea of helping you get even with Tom. Maybe because he secretly hated the guy too.

Taylor snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know why I expected anything less from you." He paused for a moment, considering your plan. "It might work too... But if you're gonna do that, I want to be the one who gives you those hickeys." His voice was low and gruff, his gaze locked on yours.

There was a challenge in his expression now, as if daring you to refuse his offer or object. Maybe it was some twisted version of wanting to mark your territory. For whatever reason, the thought of leaving his marks on your body made something inside him stir and heat up.

Taylor let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head at your question. "Maybe because I want to see if you're as good in bed as everyone says," he answered casually, not quite meeting your eye. There was a flash of heat behind those cold orbs, but it was gone almost instantly.

It had been so long since anyone had truly interested him like this, and the idea of having sex with Ammie just to make Tom jealous only made things that much hotter in his mind. He could see by your expression that you didn't quite know how to react to his words; it was almost enough to make him laugh again. "Well, what do you say?" he asked softly, almost breathless. "You interested in finding out just how good I am?"

Taylor gave you a cocky grin in return. "I'm not just good at eating out a pussy," he purred, voice deeper than usual. "I'm fucking amazing." He stepped closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued, sending shivers down your spine. "And if you let me do it to you tonight... Tom is going to be so jealous, he won't know what the hell hit him." His hand slid down your waist and towards your ass, giving it a squeeze before cupping it roughly, possessively. "What do you say?"

Something in his voice made it clear that this was no longer just about getting back at Tom. It had become personal somehow, and he couldn't help but want to claim you as his own... even if only for a little while.

Your fingers danced over the hard length pressed against your palm, teasing and taunting him mercilessly. Taylor groaned, his head falling back as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on something else. Anything but this feeling of wanton desire coursing through him. The sound of your quiet moan only served to make it worse; a low, sensual noise that made him even harder than before.

He resisted the urge to take your hand from his pants and guide it lower, wanting this to be all about you tonight. Wanting you to want him as badly as he wanted you. With shaky breath, he said huskily, "Go ahead, Ammie... Take what you want."

His words seemed to spark something in both of you, and the air between them crackled with sexual tension. It was almost too much to bear, this aching need to feel your touch, to taste your skin again. All he could do now was wait, bracing himself for whatever you might decide next.

With a smirk on his face, Your enemy || Taylor nods before leaning in to press a kiss against your jaw. "Don't you worry, I'll make sure every inch of you is covered," he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands slide up underneath your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach before slipping lower to tug at your panties. "And trust me, when I'm done with you... Tom won't know what hit him."

As his fingers tease and stroke your wetness, Your enemy || Taylor leans back against his palms, eyes locked on yours as he watches the desire etched across your features. Tonight was going to be about revenge, yes, but it was also about something else entirely... something that neither of you had expected or wanted until now.

Your hands roam over your bare skin with possessive affection, feeling the warmth and smoothness of your body beneath his fingertips. His heart races as he watches you straddle his lap, taking control in a way that surprises even himself. Tonight was about claiming you as his own, leaving his mark on every inch of your skin.

As your hands tug at the hem of his shirt, Your enemy || Taylor's chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath he takes. He arches up into the touch, wanting more of your attention focused on him. The air between them is thick with anticipation as they gaze into each other's eyes, both knowing what's about to happen but unable to look away. This was more than just sex; it was a battle for dominance, and they were both determined to win.

Taylor moans deeply as your fingers dig into his hair, urging him closer to the sensitive skin of your neck. He curls his tongue around your pulse point, teasing and exploring as he sucks gently on your flesh. His free hand roams lower, skimming over your ass before sliding between your legs again, pressing two fingers deep inside you with a moan of pleasure.

His hips thrust forward, meeting the rhythm of your hands as they trail up and down his back. The contact is electrifying, sending waves of desire coursing through him in an almost primal way. He's lost to the sensation, focusing all his attention on pleasing you and claiming every inch of your skin as his own.

Taylor growls as he feels you close around his fingers, the sensation driving him wild with need. He presses deeper inside you, curling his fingers and thrusting harder against your ass, matching his rhythm to yours until your orgasm breaks over both of you in waves of ecstasy. His body tenses, and a hoarse cry rips from his throat as he comes hard, spilling his release onto your stomach and thighs.

Breathless and spent, Your enemy || Taylor lays his head against your shoulder, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. He looks down at the hickeys already beginning to form on your skin, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth. Tonight, you were his.

Your opponent's gaze darts towards the revealed ink on your breast and the piercing above it before snapping back to meet yours. A sudden flare of jealousy shoots through him, but he manages to keep his composure. He nuzzles into your neck again, his voice husky when he whispers, "You look even better without that shirt on."

His hand sneaks lower, curling around your aching core again, using his fingers to rub softly against the swollen flesh. "Maybe I should try making you come again," he suggests with a hint of challenge in his voice. He presses harder, eager for you to feel pleasure beneath his touch once more.

Taylor chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear as he slides a finger inside you again, massaging your sensitive spot in small, tight circles. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?" He pauses for a moment, leaning back to look down at you, one brow raised expectantly. There's an undercurrent of dominance and possessiveness in his voice that makes your heart race and your core clench around his fingers.

Taylor's breath hitches as he watches you climb off his lap and spread your legs invitingly. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he leans in, positioning his head between your thighs and inhaling deeply. The scent of your arousal fills his senses, making him harder than ever.

His tongue teases your entrance, tracing lazy circles around your sensitive flesh as he savors the taste of you. He groans against your skin, feeling the wetness coating his lips and tongue. With a slow build up of pressure, he begins to eat you out, thrusting his tongue in and out of your soaking wet entrance with increasing vigor.

One hand holds open your folds while the other cups your aching clit, rubbing circles as he feasts on your sweetness. His mouth moves faster, driven by a need to taste every drop of your arousal. You feel him smile against your thighs as you moan his name, arching your hips closer to his hungry lips.

Taylor growls around your folds as he feels you nearing the edge. He picks up the pace, thrusting his tongue deeper and harder into you while circling your clit with his fingers in tight, unrelenting circles. The sounds of your pleasure fill the air, driving him wild with need for more. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you steady as he devours you, not wanting to miss a single drop of your sweetness.

He can feel himself growing harder by the second, aching to be inside you again. But for now, he wants this, wants the taste of your surrender on his tongue, wants to make you beg for him to put out that cigarette with his cock. The thought sends a shiver down his spine and only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through his body.

As your orgasm crashes over you in waves of bliss, Taylor drinks deep, groaning loudly as he feels your walls contract tight around his tongue. He continues to lap at your sweetness even after you've come down from your high, not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon. Only when he can no longer taste the saltiness of your release does he finally pull away, a satisfied grin curving his lips as he looks up at you.

Taylor chuckles softly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well, it's just another way I'm better than him," he says with a smirk. Moving closer to you on the bed, he cups your face gently in his hands and leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. His heart is racing, but there's a warmth spreading through his chest that has nothing to do with desire or lust.

When he pulls back, his eyes meet yours, searching for something. Whatever it is, you see it too and your cheeks flush in response. It's then that he realizes the depth of their connection, how much this night has meant to both of them. Despite all the backstabbing and petty rivalries they've engaged in over the years, in this moment it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that you're here with him, and he isn't about to let go without a fight.

With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Taylor slowly slides his hands down your body, helping you remove his shirt before reaching back to unfasten his pants. His erection strains against his boxers as he leans in close, nipples brushing against yours and breath fanning across your cheek. "So," he says softly, "what do you want me to do with all this anger now?" He asks teasingly. "Shall I make you forget about it... or would you rather remember every last detail?"

As your tongue touches him for the first time, Taylor arches his back, groaning deeply. His hips lift off the bed in silent encouragement as you begin to stroke him with gentle laps of your tongue. He's helpless against this newfound desire inside of him, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth wrapped around him, driving him wild.

His fingers thread through your hair, guiding you closer so that he can feel the touch of your skin against his cock even more intensely. He digs his heels into the bed behind him, feeling the pleasure spreading through every inch of his body as you take him deeper with each stroke of your tongue. His breath comes faster now, and he's finding it harder to concentrate on anything but how good this feels, how right this feels.

Taylor lets out a shuddering groan as you take him deeper into your mouth and issue the invitation to be rough with you. The last thing he wants is to hold back now; he's been dying for this release ever since you walked through that door. With a growl, he reaches down, gripping at your hair roughly and pulling, guiding your head up and down his shaft in hard, demanding strokes as he moans with each thrust of your tongue.

His hips buck against the mattress, seeking greater contact with your mouth as he feels himself closer to the edge. His fingers tighten painfully in your hair, but it's a small price to pay for the pleasure you're bringing him right now. He looks down at your face buried between his thighs, sees the determination and hunger there, and he can't help but admire how fucking incredible you are.

Taylor lets out another moan as he continues to roughly thrust into your mouth, feeling the edge of his release building faster and faster with each stroke of your tongue. He grinds his hips against you harder, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth tight around him as he comes undone. The roughness of your hair beneath his fingers only heightens the sensation, pushing him closer to the brink. His body tenses and his hips snap upwards in a violent spasm as he cums hard down your throat, emptying every last drop of his seed into you.

A shudder runs through him as he comes back down from the high, leaving him spent and gasping for breath against the sweat-dampened pillow. He rolls to the side, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how loud they must have been. With a small smile, he reaches out and lightly traces a finger over your lips, wiping away the last bit of cum still clinging there. "You're incredible," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Thank you."

Taylor chuckles softly, brushing the hair out of your face with his free hand. "I'll keep that in mind," he says with a grin. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead before settling back onto the pillow beside you. Even though they've both achieved their goals for the night, there's still an undeniable closeness between them now. Something more than just rivalry or spite. It's almost as if they're... friends.

"Well," Taylor says with a smirk, "I did promise revenge..." He rolls onto his side to face you, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes travel slowly down your body, taking in every curve and angle before returning to meet your gaze. "But I think maybe we should keep some things between us... for now." There's an unspoken promise in his voice, a hint of the intimacy they could share if they wanted to take this further.

His fingers dance lightly over your stomach before tracing a slow line up towards your breast, cupping it gently in his hand. "For tonight," he says softly, "let's just enjoy what we have together." His thumb brushes across your nipple, sending shivers down your spine as he adds with a wicked smile, "And see where the night takes us."

Taylor takes your words as a challenge, his teeth grazing lightly against the soft skin of your shoulder before sinking in harder. You let out a moan, and he deepens the bite slightly, relishing the feel of your flesh under his teeth. He thrusts his hips upward, grinding against your leg as he tries to ignore the heat building between his legs once more. His free hand grips at your hip, pulling you closer as he continues to tease and torment you with his bite.

He glances down at the new love bites marking your skin and realizes they don't just represent something physical. They symbolize so much more: their history together, the games they've played over the years...and tonight, a shift in their relationship. For once, it feels like things might be different between them. It feels right. And even though he knows this can't last forever, he doesn't want to think about that now. Not when every touch, every moan is enough to keep him lost in the moment with you.

Taylor's breath hitches as he feels the heat pooling in his groin again. He pulls back slightly to watch your expression as his teeth leave a shallow mark on your shoulder, and the sight of you arching into the bite only serves to intensify his need for you. With one hand gripping your hip firmly, he uses the other to stroke himself slowly, the head of his cock achingly close to where it needs to be but not quite there yet. His thumb brushes across the hickey on your neck as he leans down to press kisses along its edge, their teeth grazing against each other in a playful nip. "I always wondered what it would feel like too," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "And now... I know."

He continues to tease himself, watching as you squirm beneath him. It's intoxicating, this power he has over you, this knowledge that after tonight things might never be the same again. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, making it impossible for him not to succumb to the urge any longer. His hips buck up hard against your leg, and with a groan of relief he comes all over your chest and neck, panting heavily as he collapses back onto the bed beside you.

A chuckle escapes Taylor as he watches you grab at his arm and begins to tease him with the possibility of leaving her mark. He lets out a small groan as you brush your teeth against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "I think that could be quite... interesting," he says with a smile, relishing in the idea of having this new connection to you, something only they share now.

His hand finds its way to the side of your neck, guiding your mouth closer to him. "Why don't you show me what kind of biter you are?" he whispers, his voice rough with desire and anticipation. He arches his back slightly, offering himself up to you as your teeth tease at his skin. It's an invitation for more; for intimacy, for closeness...and perhaps even for a different kind of future between them.

Taylor moans softly as your teeth sink into his skin, the sensation both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time. His hips arch upward, pressing against you, searching for relief even as he feeds off of your touch. The feel of your lips closing around the bite and sucking gently draws a shudder through him, and when he glances down to see the matching hickeys on his chest and shoulder, it's almost too much for him to bear.

He looks up at you, still tangled in the sheets beside him, and feels a sudden surge of emotion welling up inside him. It's like everything they've been through, all the games they've played...it's led to this moment, this connection between them. And now he doesn't know if he can ever go back to how things were before tonight.

Taylor lies beneath you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you leave your mark on him. The tenderness of the moment feels almost at odds with the sharp sting of your teeth against his skin, but somehow it only serves to heighten the sensation. His fingers dance across your back, tracing gentle circles as he takes in every detail of you, memorizing how you look and feel pressed beneath him.

He closes his eyes, feeling dizzy from the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins. There's a weight settling heavily in his chest as he realizes that whatever happens next, their relationship will never be the same again...and for some reason, he can't bring himself to regret it. Not when being with you feels this incredible.

His eyes trace the path of the bites up and down his body, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He wants to reach out and touch each one, feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips. Instead, he lies still, letting you take what you want from him in this moment. It's a strange feeling, surrendering control like this...but somehow it feels right with you.

His gaze meets yours once more, and something passes between them; an understanding that goes beyond the game they've always played. For now, they can forget about who gets to walk away the winner. They can just be together, enjoying each other in a way neither of them has ever experienced before. And for this brief moment, it feels...perfect.

The heat of your breath against his skin sends a shiver down his spine as you lean in close. He watches intently as your lips part, waiting for the feel of them on his own. His heart races faster, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like if this moment never ended - if you stayed with him, became part of his life...forever. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, but he finds that he doesn't mind the uncertainty. Not when you feel this good pressed against him.

"Ammie..." he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire and longing. "I think... I think we should talk about what happens next."