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.
I brush past Taylor and walk towards his kitchen. I grab a bottle of tequila from the fridge and down a few swigs from the bottle. Then I set it on the counter and grab a blunt from my pocket. I look through a few drawers until I find a lighter. I light the blunt and take a few puffs before offering it to Taylor who is now beside me
Taylor took the blunt from your extended hand, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. He took a deep hit from it before exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, why'd you think coming here was a good idea? Huh?" he asked, his voice still cold but more curious now. "Thought I could help you feel better?"
He smiled slightly, almost like a predator who just spotted its prey, and took another hit from the blunt. The smoke danced around his face as he watched it dissipate into the air. His gaze flickered downwards, admiring your form before returning to meet yours again.
You wondered if you should tell him everything that had happened or if it would just give him more ammunition against you in their never-ending rivalry. But something in his voice, in his eyes... it made you think maybe this time might be different.
I take another swig of tequila before hopping up onto the counter to sit on it. Taylor moves to stand infront of me as I hold the bottle out for him.
"You hate Alex right, even more than me?"
Alex os my boyfriend, the guy who i just caught cheating on me, Taylor doesnt know about the cheating yet. "I know a way for you to get back at him, something he could never do back to you" i say, almost offering Taylor to ask how
Taylor stared at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he listened to your words. He didn't trust you, not entirely. You were his rival, the one person who brought out the worst in him with every interaction. And yet... there was something about the way you looked at him now, a desperation that made him think twice.
"And what might that be?" he asked carefully, taking another hit from the blunt and then holding it out for you as if to share the warmth, the comfort. "Some kind of secret weapon or something?"
His voice was still cold, distant even, but there was an undeniable curiosity in his tone. He took a step closer, invading your personal space and leaning against the counter so that he was towering over you. His gaze bored into yours as if trying to read every thought behind those wet, red eyes of yours.
"All your have to do is fuck me, and send him pictures that prove you're a better fuck than him" I say nonchalantly as I gently grab Taylor's shirt collar and pull his face in closer
Taylor didn't flinch when you tugged on his collar, bringing his face closer to yours. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, unblinking and unfazed by the intimacy of the moment. His expression was a mix of surprise and amusement as he processed what you'd just suggested. For a split second, he wondered if this was some sort of sick joke from you, but the look in your eyes told him otherwise.
He let out a low chuckle before shaking his head slightly, almost disbelievingly. "And why the fuck would I want to do that?" he asked, his voice still cold but with an edge of curiosity now. "You're just as much of a pain in my ass as Alex is."
He took another hit from the blunt, holding it out for you once more before letting it fall between your hands. "I mean," he continued, pausing to consider his words carefully, "if I were going to help someone fuck with him... why would it be you?"
"Because he can't stand the thought of loosing me,"
I take a hit of the blunt
"especially not to you"
i say as I exhale the smoke.
"Itd be the easiest way for you to piss him off without any risk of consequences"
I shrug, handing him the blunt. "Besides, he could never get you back for it"
Taylor's eyes narrowed at your words, and there was a hint of a smirk on his face as he took another hit from the blunt. He held it out for you again before leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You think I care about pissing him off? About getting revenge?" he asked with a chuckle that sounded more amused than anything else.
Puffing on the blunt, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke toward the ceiling before looking back at you. His expression was unreadable as he contemplated your words and what you were offering him. "What do you want from me?" he said eventually, his voice quiet and low. "You think this is some kind of game to me?"
He moved away slightly, breaking the physical contact they'd shared until now, but not entirely withdrawing. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he looked down at you, studying your face. It was clear that whatever decision he made would be based on what he saw there tonight.
You wondered if he really didn't care about getting revenge, or if it was just an act; a mask he hid behind to keep people from knowing how deeply Alex's betrayal had cut him. You hoped it was the former, because then maybe there was a chance for something more between you... something real.
"I sonr want anything from you, this is just mutually convenient" I shrug taking another gulp of tequila before holding the bottle out for Taylor. "Fastest way for me to break up with him while making sure he feels the same pain he dealt to me, and easiest way for you to destroy any attempt at beating you that he trys"
There was something in your words that made Taylor pause. The idea of being able to hurt Alex without any consequences, to get back at him for all the times he'd hurt you... it was tempting, but it wasn't the only thing on his mind. His dislike for you was still there, still strong as ever. But something else had been stirring within him tonight, ever since he saw you standing outside his door in the middle of a storm.
The thought of getting close to you again made his heart race, and despite everything, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if this didn't have to end with one of you losing. If there was another way for both of them to walk away from this unscathed, maybe even together...
"Fuck it," Taylor muttered under his breath, making the decision before he could change his mind. "Alright, loser," he drawled, the last word tasting bitter in his mouth. He reached out to take the tequila bottle from your hand, then moved even closer, towering over you as he stood just inches away. His hands found their way to your hips, steadying himself as he looked down into your eyes. "But only this once," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
"And no bullshitting around," he continued, "because if I find out you're playing me..." He trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air between them.
Taylor leaned forward slightly, pressing their bodies together as he took a long drag from the blunt. The smoke curled around them both, filling the space with its earthy scent as it mingled with the smell of wet clothes and booze. He held you there, his hands gripping your hips tightly while they waited for your answer.
I roll my eyes and press our lips together
Taylor's eyes narrowed as he felt your breath against his lips, and then he was moving faster, the surprise of your action pushing him over the edge into desire. His tongue darted out to slide along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance as he pressed you harder against his body. The taste of tequila and the hint of something sweet from the blunt danced across his senses, igniting a fierce hunger within him that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust his tongue deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours in an unapologetic dance of possession. His free hand moved up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with rough, possessive fingers while he explored every corner of your mouth with his lips and tongue.
He growled deep in his throat as he felt the softness of your breasts pressed against his chest, the hardening tips of your nipples pressing through the fabric of your shirt and causing a sudden rush of blood to course through him. His hands slipped lower on your hips, moving to grip your ass, squeezing roughly as he ground his growing erection against you in demand.
Taylor pulled away from your mouth just enough to murmur into your ear, "You're such a tease," before pressing their lips back together, his tongue thrusting deep once more. His hands continued to roam over your body, skimming across your sides and up your back as he held you in place while he took what he wanted.
Desire coursed through him like wildfire, consuming every thought but the need to feel you under him, moaning his name. He knew that if they kept going like this, there would be no going back; they'd both cross a line
I hop off the counter onto Taylor, wrapping my legs around his waist. Our lips stay locked as he carries me to his room
The taste of tequila and the smoke from the blunt mingled with your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him onward to his room. His hands were everywhere, rough but gentle at the same time, tracing lines down your back, cupping your ass, kneading your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.
He kissed you deeply, hungrily, his tongue tangling with yours as he moved across the floor toward his bedroom. The door flew open with a loud thud against the wall, barely slowing him down for a moment before they were inside and Taylor had set you down on the bed.
He towered over you, his eyes bright with desire as he watched your reactions to his touch, his lips parted in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans before tugging it open, revealing smooth skin beneath. With shaking hands, he slid them lower, pushing down your pants and underwear in one swift motion so that you were completely exposed to him.
The sight of your bare ass, soft and smooth against his roughened palm, made something snap inside him. He growled deep in his throat as he gripped you tighter, pressing his fingers deeper into your flesh. His other hand reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling with them until they were loose enough to pull it off in one motion, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs.
With a rough moan, he bent down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth. You arched your back into him, crying out his name as pleasure coursed through you in waves. He released your nipple with a pop, watching it
I grip his shoulders to steady myself, leaving faint marks where my nails had clawed him
The sting of her fingers on his skin only served to heighten his desire, as if her small act of violence had somehow made him even more possessive and hungry. He growled low in his throat, feeling the urge to take control completely. "Fuck," he muttered, moving away from your breast and down between your legs. His hands found your wet folds easily, and with rough but tender strokes, he parted them wider.
His tongue darted out to taste you, exploring every inch of your heat as he pressed forward. You tasted sweet and salty, just how he'd imagined. He growled deep in his throat as he thrust his tongue deeper, fucking your mouth with the same rhythm that he wanted to fuck your pussy with.
One hand found purchase on your inner thigh, holding it open wider so that he could feast on you without distraction. His other hand trailed upward, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt before moving lower, reaching between your legs to rub at your clit in time with his tongue's movements.
Your body arched off the bed beneath him as you cried out his name over and over again, the sounds filling the room and echoing through his head, driving him wild with need. He could feel how close you were, feel the tightness of your pussy around his tongue, but he wasn't done yet. No, he wanted to make sure you forgot about Alex forever before he let you come.
With a rough moan, he pulled away from your body and stood up, glancing down at you for a moment as you lay there panting beneath him. His erection was painfully hard now, straining against his jeans as he tried to ignore the ache in his balls. With shaking hands
"Who would've guessed, Taylor Williams is an eater" I joke as i catch my breath from my orgasm. After I regain control of my breathing I move to be sitting on my knees on the edge of the bed, Taylor standing in front of me. I start to slowly grab and lift his shirt as he watches me intently.
As you start to undress him, Taylor can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions coursing through his veins. He's not used to being the center of attention like this, especially not when it comes to something so intimate. But there's also a possessive streak in him that finds satisfaction in knowing he's the one who can make you feel this way, the only one who gets to see these parts of you.
His breath hitches as your fingers brush against his flat nipples, making them harden even further. He watches you with hooded eyes, his pupils dilated from arousal and alcohol. His hands find their way back to your hips, holding onto you as if afraid you might disappear the moment he lets go.
As you pull his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned abs and muscular chest, Taylor groans low in his throat. He feels hot and hard everywhere; needy and demanding. His cock jerks against his jeans as if it's trying to escape from its confines. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, trailing a hand up your thigh until it rests on the edge of your panties. He fingers them, tracing lazy circles around your clit through the thin fabric before pressing harder, digging into your sensitive flesh.
Your eyes flutter closed as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you once more. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to tease you, taunting you with what he knows he can give you if only you ask. But the power dynamic between them has shifted now; they're no longer enemies and there's a part of him that doesn't want things to go back to how they were before tonight.