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

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-Sexual themes-
-Jaspers POV-

The atmosphere in the room was thick, charged with something almost unnameable, and I couldn't take my eyes off Bennett as he sank into Alice's kiss. There was a hunger in the way they moved, an intensity that surprised me, but watching him lose himself in her like that only heightened everything for me. Of course, I was 'helping'; the desire affected him more than I had anticipated, but I couldn't stop sending it to him. I suppose the desire I was sending him was coming back my way. It was fascinating to see Bennett like this; Alice must have taught him well; he seemed very 'competent' kissing her, his previous timid nature completely gone.

Bennett was leaning in closer to her, his slender frame framed by that soft yellow dress. His movements were still slightly tentative, but he quickly became more certain as he deepened the kiss. Alice's fingers tangled in his hair, or rather, the soft curls of the wig she'd insisted on, and I could see her urging him on, coaxing him to give in more. His breathing grew heavier, and I could tell he was letting go, caught up in the moment in a way I hadn't seen before.

Watching him like this, his guard completely down, was mesmerising. I reached out, letting my hand drift along his shoulder and down his back, tracing slow circles that only seemed to make him melt further into Alice's embrace. His blush was deep, spreading from his cheeks down his neck, and there was something about seeing him so undone, so open and vulnerable that made it hard for me to keep a cool head.

"Look at him," Alice murmured, pulling back just enough to glance over at me, her eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction before leaning back in. "Isn't he beautiful like this, Jazzy?"

I nodded, a smirk tugging at my lips as I kept my gaze fixed on Bennett. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips slightly swollen, his whole posture shifting with a new, almost eager openness. He seemed to lose himself in the kiss, as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the three of us here.

"He's incredible," I murmured back, leaning closer, my hand still tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back. There was a delicate innocence to him, paired with this surprising willingness, and it stirred something intense in me. I let my hand move up, gently stroking his cheek, feeling the heat radiate from his flushed skin as he turned his face just slightly toward me, eyes dazed, Alice now kissing the corner of his mouth as he stared at me.

Alice kissed him again, pulling Bennett back, this time with a fiercer intention, her hands framing his face, and Bennett responded in kind, his movements less hesitant, almost instinctive now. I could feel his body relax against my touches as he gave himself over to her entirely, caught up in her touch, her body.

Something in me snapped as I watched Bennett surrender to Alice's kiss. The usual restraint I kept so carefully in check fell away, and before I knew it, I had reached forward, threading my fingers into the wig atop Bennett's head. I tugged him back, his surprised gasp filling the room, and before he could say a word, I crashed my lips against his.

Bennett's eyes flew wide, caught between shock and something deeper, something unmistakable, as his initial hesitation melted into a tentative response. His lips softened under mine, letting me in, and I felt him shiver, an unsteady hand gripping my arm as though grounding himself.

Behind us, Alice giggled, her laughter soft and honeyed. "I knew you couldn't resist," she murmured, and her approval only intensified the pull between us. The way Bennett had given himself to her so completely and willingly seemed to dissolve whatever doubts I had left, and I wanted to give him that same feeling.

Bennett's breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, our movements slow, exploring. I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of the dress Alice had chosen for him, and the vulnerability of his position caught between the two of us, yielding so easily struck something in me.