Fatal Affection (yandere Alice Cullen and Yandere Jasper Hale x male oc)

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-Bennett's Perspective-

I was trying my best to focus on the lesson. Really, I was. The teacher was droning on about something important, something I knew I needed to pay attention to, but my mind was in a fog like I was swimming through thick water and couldn't entirely break the surface. I stared at the board, willing myself to concentrate on being a good student, but it was impossible with Alice and Jasper sitting on either side of me.

They hadn't said much since class started, but their presence was overwhelming. Alice had her leg pressed lightly against mine, her fingers brushing over my knee every now and then, sending little jolts of electricity up my leg. My entire body felt tense like I was coiled too tightly, ready to snap. I could feel Jasper on the other side, his hand on top of mine under the desk, his thumb gently rubbing the back of my hand every now and then. It was far too soothing for me to think straight.

I wanted to focus. I needed to focus. But all I could feel was the warmth of their touch, the strange sensation of being caught between them. My body twitched involuntarily, a slight leg jerk that I hoped no one noticed. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't focus; I was distracted. But it wasn't the kind of distraction I wanted to get rid of. It was a strange kind of comfort mixed with something else: something I didn't fully understand, but I kind of liked it.

Every time Alice's fingers brushed my knee, I felt like I couldn't control my reactions. I shifted in my seat again, trying to find a position that didn't make me feel like I was vibrating with nervous energy, but it didn't help. Then Alice leaned in, her voice soft but commanding, a whisper that sent a shockwave through me.

"Be a good boy and pay attention."

My brain nearly short-circuited right there. My body tensed, and I felt a flush rise from my neck to my cheeks. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise. Being called a 'good boy' made me feel warm all over, but in a way that made it hard to breathe. I wanted to listen, to be good for her, but my mind was already unravelling under their subtle touches.

I couldn't stop fidgeting, little jerks and movements that made it impossible to sit still. It was like something inside me was breaking down, like I was losing control; I wasn't controlling these slight movements, and my body was working on its own. But the worst part was I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want them to stop. I didn't know why, but this attention made me feel something that I'd never felt before.

I didn't understand it.

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-Alice's Perspective-

Bennett was a delightful mess. I was relishing every second of it.

I barely had to touch him, just the lightest brush of my fingers against his knee, and he was already twitching, his body reacting in ways he didn't seem to understand. Poor boy. He had no idea what was happening or why he was so on edge, but I did. I could see it in how his eyes kept flicking back to the board, trying so hard to focus but failing miserably.

I leaned back in my chair slightly, keeping my touch gentle, barely there. It was enough. It was more than enough for him, especially. His body was already tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. The best part? He didn't want it to stop. I could feel it in the way he shifted in his seat, trying to find some kind of escape but unable to get away from the light touches I was giving him.

Jasper, of course, was doing his part, too. I watched as he half held Bennett's hand, stroking it softly, creating waves of warmth that flowed through him. It was subtle, but it was effective. His emotions were so raw and open to manipulation. All it took was a light touch here, a soft whisper there, and he was already rattling. The cocktail of desire, embarrassment, and confusion was a delicious mix, and I was savouring every drop. I would have done this sooner if I knew how fidgety he got when embarrassed.

I leaned in, my lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Be a good boy and pay attention."

The reaction was immediate. His body tensed, and I watched as his cheeks flushed a deep red. Oh, how I loved that look on him. The way he tried to hide it, tried to stay focused, but couldn't, poor boy. He was wriggling in his seat, just small movements, but enough for me to know he was struggling to keep himself in check.

But that was the point, wasn't it? We were showing him that control wasn't his anymore. It was ours.

I couldn't help but smile, watching him shift under our influence. He was so vulnerable, so easily manipulated. And the best part was, he didn't even know what was happening. He didn't realise that we were the ones pulling the strings, that every little touch and every whisper was designed to make him more and more dependent on us. It was easy to tell how touch-deprived he was, my sweet boy.

I glanced over at Jasper, who was watching with his calm, knowing smile. He was enjoying this just as much as I was. Watching Bennett unravel under our influence was intoxicating. Every little twitch of his body and every flush of his cheeks was proof that we had control. And control was everything.

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-Jasper's Perspective-

Bennett was falling apart, and I could feel every emotion coursing through him. The embarrassment, the desire, and the confusion swirled together in a chaotic storm that made him twitch and squirm in his seat. He had no idea what was happening to him, but I did. I could feel it all; his body was fighting itself, trying to stay in control but failing.

It was exhilarating.

I held over his hand under the desk, gently stroking the back of it every now and then, creating waves of warmth and reassurance. It was subtle but effective. His emotions were so open to manipulation. Alice was doing her part, too, teasing him, pushing him just enough to keep him on edge.

I glanced at her, seeing the way her eyes darkened with satisfaction. She was relishing this as much as I was. Watching Bennett unravel under our influence was a joy in her eyes, thus making it one in mine. Every little twitch of his body, every flush of his cheeks, was proof that we had control. And control was the final desired result.

Bennett didn't understand what was happening. He didn't know why his body was reacting the way it was, why he couldn't stop wriggling in his seat, but that was part of the fun. He was vulnerable and confused, and we were guiding him through it. I know this is something Alice enjoyed, and if she wanted it, I would do anything to keep her happy.

I watched as Alice leaned in, whispering something to him, and the effect was immediate. His body tensed again, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. He was trying so hard to be good and focus on the lesson, but he couldn't. Not with us here, not with our hands on him. I was gently feeding him conflicting emotions. It was interesting to watch him try and figure everything out; he wouldn't be able to, but it was interesting to observe.

I could feel his determination because he wanted to be a good boy. But we were teaching him that being good meant something different now. It meant being open and letting us take control. He didn't know it yet, but soon enough, he would.

I felt a wave of pride as I watched him struggle, his body twitching and shifting, trying to find relief but unable to escape the sensations we were giving him. This was power. And it felt perfect.
We weren't just teasing him for fun. This was about control, about drawing him closer to us. And it was working. Every little reaction, every twitch and wriggle, proved that Bennett was slipping further into our grasp.

He was already so close to understanding. And when he did, he would be ours. Completely.

23rd October 2024
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