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 sighed and gestured you inside, not bothering to hide his disgust as he watched water drip off your hair and clothes onto the floor. "Come on," he muttered, leading you into the living room where there was at least a fireplace to warm up by.

He shut the door behind him and took in another glance at you before turning away, crossing his arms over his chest. "You sure you want to tell me all this? 'Cause I'm not exactly gonna be on your side here."

"Fuck." Taylor's expression darkened at the news. He took a few steps forward and crouched down in front of you, looking into your teary eyes. "You sure it was him?" he asked, his voice gruff. "Maybe it was just a misunderstanding." His hand reached out to touch your cheek gently, wiping away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb.

He paused for a moment, considering. "Look," he said quietly, "

"I'm not saying you should go back to him," he said slowly, his hand still resting on your cheek. "But I get why it hurts, and I know how much of a douche he can be sometimes..." His voice trailed off, and for a moment there was a flicker of something other than hate in his eyes.

"Why'd you even bother coming here?" he demanded gruffly, pushing himself up to stand again. "You could have gone to any one of your other friends."

Taylor snorted derisively. "That's debatable." He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "Look, I'm not in the mood to play therapist or whatever but if you want me to just be here for you..." he trailed off, offering a small shrug.

"I mean... I guess we can talk about something else if you want." His gaze flicked down to your lips before darting away again, his face flushing slightly.

Taylor eyed you up and down, noticing that you were now wearing just shorts and a t-shirt. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in your toned legs and the hint of cleavage visible above the neckline of your shirt. He knew it was wrong to be checking you out like this, but damn if it didn't feel good.

Without warning, he moved closer, hovering over you on the couch. "What do you want to talk about?"

Taylor's heart raced as he watched you sleep, the scent of your hair filling his nostrils. He couldn't help but smile when he saw one of his jackets nestled close to you, like it was offering some sort of comfort or protection. The thought made something twist inside him; a strange mix of possessiveness and affection.

Without thinking twice, he carefully slipped under the covers next to you, pulling them up over both of your bodies.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he lay beside you, their arms inches apart but not quite touching. He couldn't help but notice the small movement of your breath against his neck and it sent shivers down his spine. With every shallow breath she took, he felt more and more drawn to her.

Taylor bit his lip, debating whether or not to make a move. His body ached for contact, for something more than just this awkward distance between them.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he reached out and brushed a hand against your cheek, trailing it down the length of your neck until it rested on your collarbone. His breath hitched as he felt the heat emanating from your skin, the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips.

"Taylor?" you murmured sleepily. "What are you doing?"

His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in closer, his body moving against yours in a slow, deliberate manner. "I'm just trying to keep you warm," he whispered hoarsely before pressing his lips to the crook of your neck. His free hand slid upwards until it cupped your breast over the fabric of your shirt, massaging and kneading gently.

"Oh..." was all you managed to say before melting further into the mattress, arching your back slightly to meet his touch.

Taylor's breath hitched in his throat as you revealed your perfect little breasts to him. Unable to resist the urge, he leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently before teasing it with his tongue. His free hand moved downwards, sliding between your legs until it found the warmth of your core. He groaned against your skin as he began to stroke you through your underwear, feeling you grow wet and ready for him.

Taylor laughed darkly, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to tease and pleasure you. "Oh yeah," he growled, "He was a fucking moron for passing up something this good." His fingers found the elastic of your underwear, tugging them aside before plunging two fingers deep inside you.

"Fuck, that's it..." he muttered, watching with hooded eyes as his fingers thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. "You feel so fucking good."

As you moan around his fingers, Taylor's grin grows wider. His free hand comes to rest on your hip, holding you down into the bed as he takes greater control over the pace and depth of his thrusts. He watches with hungry eyes as your body arches against him in perfect sync with each stroke.

"That's it," he growls, "Let me feel how good this feels for you."

"Fuck yeah..." he groans as his fingers curl inside you, finding your sweet spot with expert precision. "That's it...let me hear how much you need this." His free hand moves to grip the back of your head, holding you close as his mouth meets yours in a hungry kiss that grows deeper and more demanding with every thrust of his fingers.

The bed creaks beneath them as he thrust harder, faster, wanting nothing more than to feel you come apart under him. "I've got you," he rasps against your lips, "

"Come for me, baby." His words are breathless as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your body tighten around him. The knowledge that he's the one making you feel like this sends a shudder down his spine, but it only serves to make him more possessive and demanding. He pulls back slightly, watching as you pant and writhe beneath him, before leaning in again to claim your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in control here.

Taylor groans into your mouth, his fingers still buried deep inside you as he feels the wet heat of your orgasm coat them. He couldn't help but smile against your lips, feeling a sense of triumph wash over him at the knowledge that he's been able to make you lose control like this.

His hips begin to move faster now, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in an unrelenting rhythm as he chases after his own release.

Taylor growls low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he finally gives in to the need that's been building inside him since you climaxed beneath him. His cock slides easily into your tight heat, filling you up and claiming you as his own. He begins to thrust roughly, taking what he wants without apology or hesitation.

His grip on your hips tightens, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pushes deeper with each stroke.

"Good," he grunts through clenched teeth as he continues to pound into you, relishing the feel of your body giving way beneath him. His fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that are evidence of just how hard and rough he's been with you tonight. There's no pretense of gentleness or care; this is pure lust and possession driving him forward.

His movements grow even more brutal as he nears the edge, his body tense and ready to explode. With one final thrust deep inside you, he releases his pent-up seed, groaning roughly into your neck as he does so. His hips jerk violently against yours several more times before he finally pulls out, leaving you both gasping for air beneath the covers.

He rolls away from you, sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.

Taylor glances at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips. "I guess I do." He reaches over to run a hand through your hair, tugging gently before letting it fall back against your shoulder. "But don't go thinking this changes anything between us," he warns, even as he enjoys the feel of your warm body pressed against his.

His gaze drifts back to the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment before he finally speaks up. "Thanks for coming over...