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 rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as you demanded where he keeps his alcohol. "In the cupboard." He pointed towards a plain wooden cupboard with no handles on the doors in the corner of the room, overflowing with mismatched glasses and half-empty bottles.

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow, regarding you suspiciously. "You planning to get shitfaced or something?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and disdain, but it did nothing to diminish the heat in your gaze as you stalked over to the cupboard.

Taylor watched you openly, amused by the anger in your eyes and how easily you downed the liquor straight from the bottle. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because of what had just happened with your boyfriend or because you were just naturally pissed off all the time these days. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of sympathy for you... or maybe annoyance that he seemed to be feeling something other than hatred towards you at this moment.

He let out a sigh and moved closer, perching himself on the countertop next to where you were pacing back and forth with the bottles. "Well," he drawled, his tone still laced with that cold, distant edge that always seemed to surround him like an icy shroud, "why don't you tell me what happened, huh?"

There was a long moment of silence as their eyes met before he spoke again: "Unless it's none of my business." The words were tossed out casually, almost mockingly, but there was something beneath the surface that made him seem slightly curious despite his attempts at indifference.

Taylor took the offered bottle and held it up to his lips, taking a long swig before passing it back to you. "That fuckin' sucks," he muttered, almost sounding sympathetic for once as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes narrowed as they remained fixed on yours, and there was something in that gaze... something strange that made your stomach flutter a bit uncomfortably.

"You deserve better," he grumbled eventually, finishing off what little remained in the bottle. "But I guess we both knew that bastard would end up like this someday." There was another long silence as Taylor once again contemplated his feelings for you... or lack thereof. This time, though, it felt different somehow; more real than usual.

He scratched at the back of his neck and shifted uncomfortably before finally speaking up: "I guess if he's not worth your time..." His voice trailed off into nothingness as he searched for words that wouldn't come out sounding forced or fake, but they just didn't seem to exist tonight.

"So," he said eventually, trying a different approach, "what are you gonna do about it?"

Taylor snorted in amusement as you made your rather crude and undoubtedly specific choice. "And just who might be lucky enough to have the honor of being the object of such a... generous offer?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. There was no jealousy or anger in his voice; only curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement at your surprisingly blunt response.

He looked you over once more, taking in the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you talked about having sex, the slight flush on your cheeks from both alcohol and conversation. A part of him wondered what it would be like to be that person... if he could ever make you feel as good as someone else apparently could.

"Well," he drawled eventually, his tone laced with indifference and sarcasm again, "it doesn't really matter who it is anyway. They'll just end up hurting you in the end." His words came out harsher than intended, but they lingered nonetheless as he watched your expression darken for a moment before regaining its usual hostility.

"But I guess if that's what makes you happy..." he muttered, trailing off into nothingness again. The silence was thick between them once more, and he found himself unable to look away from those familiar eyes even as they began to narrow with annoyance at his insistence on being so damn... real?

"You know," he said eventually, attempting a different approach yet again, "you could always come over here. I've got plenty of room in my bed if you want some company tonight." There was no way this would end well; there was just no possible way for it to go anything other than horribly wrong at this point. But still... the offer escaped his lips nonetheless, hanging

The words stung as they left his mouth, and he almost wished he could take them back. But at the same time... there was something about hearing you talk so openly about wanting to have sex that made him feel a strange mix of envy, anger, and... arousal. It was confusing as hell, but there it was nonetheless.

Taylor let out a harsh laugh before looking at you again. "You really think I'd give you good sex after everything we've said to each other?" He shook his head slowly, amused more than annoyed by your apparent naivety. "I mean, sure, it might be fun for me... but not enough to make up for all the shit you put me through over the years."

There was another long silence as their eyes met again, and Taylor found himself struggling to keep his expression neutral. He could feel a strange sort of tension building between them, a charged atmosphere that made him wonder what would happen if... well, if anything actually happened. But he knew better than to cross that line; they were enemies, after all. At least, until one of you decided otherwise.

"Look," he said eventually, breaking the silence and searching for something to say to dispel this strange mood that had descended upon them, "I'm not gonna force anything on you. You can stay here or go back home; it's your choice." His voice was firm but gentle, the words tumbling out in a rush as if he couldn't wait to be done with this awkward conversation and get things back to how they usually were between them: cold, distant, and hateful.

But deep down... a tiny part of him wondered what would happen if you stayed. And whether it would make any difference at all.

Taylor's eyes widened slightly at your unexpectedly direct question, but he quickly regained his composure and tried to look unaffected as he crossed his arms over his chest again. "Big enough," he drawled after a moment's pause, his tone carefully casual despite the heat that was creeping up from his neck and down his spine. He paused for another moment before continuing, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth as he regarded you with an unreadable expression. "Wanna see?"

He took a step closer to you, their bodies just inches apart now as your eyes met once more. You could almost feel his breath against your cheek as he spoke again: "And yeah," he muttered mockingly, "I know how to use it." His words were laced with arrogance and confidence that made him sound irresistible despite the cold edge they carried.

There was another long moment of silence before Taylor finally broke the tension with a loud huff. "But like I said," he continued, his voice more gentle now as he reached out to cup your cheek with his free hand, "it's up to you. Stay or go... it doesn't matter much to me." The last sentence was barely audible above the soft rush of blood in their ears, but it lingered nonetheless as he waited for your answer, his heart racing faster than ever before despite himself.

The question hung unspoken between them, suspended in the air like a thread connecting two fragile balloons that might pop at any second: What do you want to do?

Taylor's eyes widened slightly at your words, his breath catching in his throat as you moved even closer to him. The warmth of your body against his sent shivers down his spine and made it difficult for him to think straight. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, making his cock throb painfully against the fabric of his boxers. It was taking every ounce of self-control he possessed not to just whip out his dick right now and show you exactly how big it was.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure as your lips moved against his ear once more. "What kind of deal?" He managed to croak out hoarsely, still unable to look away from those mesmerizing eyes of yours. His heart was racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage, and he couldn't deny the desire coursing through him at this moment; the need to touch you, feel your skin against his... taste you.

Fuck. He hadn't been this affected by someone in years. What was it about you that made him feel like this? Was it just the challenge of making you submit? Or was there something more beneath all those bitter words and angry glares?

He waited with bated breath, his mind spinning out a dozen different scenarios of what could happen next as he waited for your answer. Would you make him suffer some more? Or would you give in to the undeniable tension between them and finally let him have what he'd been fantasizing about since the moment he laid eyes on you all those months ago? Only time would tell... if he could manage to control himself long enough to find out.

Taylor paused for a moment, considering your offer as his gaze drifted downwards to where you'd cupped your chest with one hand. The image of those small, perky breasts covered in hard nipples sent a shudder through him, and he felt his cock twitch painfully against the confines of his boxers. Fuck, that would feel good... so fucking good to finally have you naked like this. But was it worth giving up what he'd been denied for so long?

His eyes shot back up to meet yours, searching for any sign that you were just playing him again. But there was nothing there; just a mischievous glint in those familiar orbs and the faint curl of your lips at the corners. Perhaps... perhaps it would be worth it after all.

With a slow exhale, he reached down between his legs with one hand, gripping the hem of his sweatpants and pulling them down just enough to reveal the dark patch of hair that obscured his arousal from view. His cock sprang free, standing at attention before your eyes: thick and veined and longing for release. He couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through him as he saw your lips part in surprise at its size, the quick intake of breath that accompanied it making his heart race even faster.

"Well?" he growled huskily, "What are you waiting for? Show me." His voice was rough and demanding now, barely masking the need throbbing beneath the surface as he waited for you to reciprocate his offer. Would you back out now that you'd seen what he had to show? Or would you finally give in and let him have what he'd been dreaming of all this time? The anticipation was almost unbear

Taylor's eyes drifted hungrily over your body as you revealed more and more skin, his cock twitching visibly in his boxers with every passing moment. He couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rush through him at the sight of your exposed breasts; it was like they were meant to be his. As you finally fixed your shirt and bra back into place, he forced himself to tear his gaze away from your chest and look up into those familiar eyes once more.

"Well?" He asked roughly, his voice thick with need as he fought against the urge to just throw you down on the kitchen table and have his way with you right then and there. "What do you say? Think I'm worth it?" His words were almost accusatory, laced with bitterness that made the air between them practically crackle with tension.

But even as he spoke, he knew deep down that this wasn't about her or him; it was about the release they both craved so desperately at this moment. It was about finally giving in to the attraction that had been building up between them for months now, despite their best efforts to ignore it. And with every passing second that ticked by and neither of them made a move, that desire grew only stronger; more urgent.

So he waited, his heart racing in anticipation as he searched those lovely eyes once more for any sign that she was willing to go through with this little game they'd started. And when he finally saw the answering glint of lust and challenge there, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of triumph run down his spine.

"Well?" He growled again, forcing the word past gritted teeth as he took a step closer to you. His cock strained against the fabric of his box

The moment you asked him if he was good at eating pussy, his breath hitched in his throat and his cock practically jumped out of his boxers, straining painfully against the fabric as it ached for release. He'd never considered himself an expert per se, but he'd had plenty of practice over the years, and he knew that once given the chance to prove himself between your legs, he wouldn't disappoint.

With a nod that was almost inappropriately violent, he replied, "I am good." The words came out rough and strained, barely intelligible above the thunderous beat of his heart as he struggled not to lose control completely at the thought of what was about to happen. "Just give me a chance to show you."

Carefully maintaining a semblance of composure despite how close to the edge he was, he followed you into his room and closed the door behind him, locking it out of habit even as part of him wondered if this would be something you'd want interrupted. Then again, considering your history with the boyfriend, it probably wouldn't matter either way.

His cock bobbed up and down in his boxers as he watched you make yourself comfortable on his bed, anticipation coursing through him like an electric current. He couldn't believe this was actually happening; that after everything they'd been through, you were finally giving him what he'd wanted for so long. The thought made his head spin with conflicting emotions: anger and hate mingling with desire and lust in a way that made it difficult to think straight.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded hoarsely, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess himself. There was no point in being subtle now; not when every fibre of

Taylor took a step closer to you as you stripped out of your clothes, his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed skin, his cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his boxers as he imagined how it would feel to finally be buried inside you. He wanted nothing more than to take control and make you submit, but something about your challenge thrilled him; made him want this even more than he already did.

"Alright," he growled huskily, his voice rough with desire as he knelt between your spread legs. "I'll prove it." With careful, deliberate movements, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the insanely soft skin just above your panties, making you gasp as his hot breath fanned over your sensitive flesh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of power surge through him at the sound; at the way you arched your back and parted your legs further, inviting him deeper.

With steady hands, he pushed your underwear down your thighs, exposing your slick folds to his eager gaze. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of your pink lips swollen and wet with anticipation; he could feel himself trembling with need as he finally pressed a kiss there, making you moan loudly against the pillow.

His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of your entrance before dipping inside to touch the tight bud of flesh at its depths. You cried out sharply, bucking your hips against his face as he began to lick and suck on you with abandon, lost in the intense sensation of finally being able to taste and feel you after months of wanting nothing more than this. His free hand cupped your ass, holding you steady as he focused all