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“zo, fuck,” he breathes, his eyes look down at her like she’s something holy and forbidden all at once, some kind of salvation dressed as sin. "i never stopped." his hand slides up, palm flattening between her shoulder blades to pull her closer, his finger dipping beneath her panties so he could touch her properly, like he's craved for weeks. “every night. every fucking time he touched you, every time you smiled like you weren’t dying inside ––– i knew.” his lips ghost over hers, a whisper of a kiss. “and i hated him for it.” jesse pulls back just enough to look at her ––– really look at her. flushed cheeks. eyes full of fire and ache. “i thought about you when i was alone. in the shower. with someone else.” he says it like a confession, raw and without shame. “it was always you, zoe. always.”

her breath stutters, lips parting in a quiet gasp as his words settle into her skin, a sharp whine releasing from petals as he forces their gaze to meet. “jesse…” it leaves her in a groan, her thighs tighten around him instinctively, a traitorous ache blooming low in her belly. “i’m yours,” says again, fingers knotting in his shirt like she’s afraid he’ll vanish, like if she lets go she’ll wake up back in that cold, quiet bed where she’s nothing more than a trophy collecting dust when this, him, makes her feel alive, reckless, like the ache between her legs is the only honest thing she’s had in years. “i’ve thought about you,” she admits, hips rocking against his hand with a quiet moan, lashes fluttering up at him, blue eyes a hazy coat of lust and need. “every time he left me wanting. every time i had to pretend." fingers slide down, trembling slightly as they find the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and over his head like she needs to see him to believe this was real. eyes devour the tanned lines of muscle, throat tightening with want. god, he was unreal. and she was coming undone. her nails trail down his chest, slow and possessive, before her gaze lifts, burning. “ d - did you think about me? ”

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"aw, you always say that like i'm always needing your help," jesse pouts, voice laced with amusement as he stays right where he is –– hovering just enough to feel the heat radiating off her back, without actually touching her. "maybe i just missed you." he knew exactly what he was doing, the same way he always had when it came to abigail. being around her again, in this house, it stirred up old habits he never quite broke. "this what you’re hiding up here for?" he asked, brushing his fingers lightly against the back of her bare thigh, feigning innocence. "kinda rude to ghost everyone during family bonding time." he pauses, before smirking softly. "your mom sent me to find you, by the way. she wants your help because your sister's too drunk."

open. to all connections, taboo encouraged (can be a stepfamily member, abby can be someone's gf, y/m could be some relatives bf/husband, etc.)

Abigail desperately needed some time off the talking acting nice all the time to everyone at their annual family getaway. The beach house they were staying in was massive so she figured no-one missed her when she made her way up to her room. In a little sundress she was laying on her stomach on her bed, fully concentrated on the book she was wearing. It wasn't until she felt a certain weight hovering over her, that she started to chuckle, eyes still focused on the words in front of her and not giving in too much in the friendly encounter. "I can't read like this." The dark blonde muttered, chuckling once more as she tilted her head lightly, not being able to see who was there yet. "Who's there and what do you want? I'll come help with the preparations for the bbq in a bit.."

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jaden's eyes flick up from where he’d been scrolling mindlessly through his phone, lips twitching into a slow smirk as daniela makes her dramatic entrance. he leans against the counter, the dim overhead light catching the sharp line of his jaw. "didn’t mean to nearly kill you,” he says, voice low, a hint of amusement in his tone. "but if it helps, you look very much alive." his gaze lingers just a little too long on the curve of her robe, the hint of damp collarbone, before he finally moves. "yeah, she's out getting food and drinks with some co workers, i just came over to grab my charger." he says it like he doesn’t care ––– because he doesn’t, not really ––– and reaches up toward the shelf she pointed at, muscles shifting beneath the worn black t shirt he’s still wearing from the gym. "here," he says, glancing at her with a flicker of something too curious. "one wine glass, for the lonely house wife, delivered as requested." doesn’t hand it to her immediately though, just holds it out, letting her step in close. "you know," he adds, almost teasingly, "for someone who just had the life scared out of them, you look pretty calm. must be the bath. or maybe you’re just used to young guys sneaking into your kitchen?"

⤷ open to : m ⤷ plot info : step-mother x step-daughter's boyfriend type of dynamic, forbidden and spicy

"oh my god!" hand clutching at the front of her robe daniela gasps at the figure lurking in her kitchen, "jesus christ you nearly shocked me to death." nape of her neck still damp from her leisurely bath the woman narrows her hues skeptically at her step-daughter's boyfriend . . . or ex, honestly daniela couldn't keep up with the drama and pointless angst. "is koda here? i thought she was out with friends?" koda, god damn koda -- what mother grows a child for nine months and names it that? maybe that was the reason she was so utterly unbearable. slowly venturing in to the room daniela notices the absence of her husband's keys and nods to herself, it was saturday right? that was usually the day he snuck off to meet his ex-wife. "now you're here . . . mind doing me a favour? my amazingly intelligent husband stacked the wine glasses too high on that shelf, grab me one? i think you just scared five years off my life so consider it penance."

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"why don't you come closer and prove how much you want me, baby?

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"why are you even pretending to care about my life, your absence at home tells me you don't give a fuck. you don't know anything about him but sure, continue sounding weirdly jealous."

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“stop...” the femme playfully shrugs off the other as they begin kissing along her neck, has to bite her lip to stifle a moan as she continues the same paragraph she's been trying to finish for the past twenty minutes. “i told you this had to be finished tonight and you told me to lock in and now you’re distracting me?” 

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his eyes darken the second those words fall from her lips ––– i’m yours ––– like they’ve cracked something open inside him, something raw and possessive and buried deep. "fuck, zo..." he breathes, voice rough with a hunger that’s been caged for too long. his forehead drops to hers, chest heaving against her, pulse wild. "say it again." jesse's hand grips her thigh tighter, the other tangling deeper in her hair as he tilts her head just enough to meet her eyes. he needs to see her, every flicker of hesitation, every flash of want. "say you’re mine." his mouth claims hers again, teeth catching on her bottom lip before he trails back down, leaving kisses like marks of possession down the base of her throat. his voice lowers to a dangerous murmur. "you think he could ever touch you like this? make you feel like this?" finger traces the thin material of her panties, smirking at its heat and how soaked she already was. "damn, baby. you're this wet for me already, how long has my father's wife been thinking of me between her thighs?"

whole body trembles as months of silence and self-denial unravel beneath jesse’s touch, every brush of his fingers against her skin peeling back the layers she’s buried under domestic routine and hollow affection. breath comes in ragged gasps, hips grinding against him like her body’s been starved for this — for him. “ jesse, ” her breath hitches as he lifts her with ease, the strength in his arms sending a shiver down spine with the exhilaration of being wanted in a way that feels primal, urgent, almost holy. knows this is wrong, but the thought comes unbidden, lost quickly in the haze of his hands sliding beneath her dress, pushing the fabric up around her hips, baring her to the cool marble and the heat of his touch. " i - i'm yours. " feels so juvenile to say towards younger male , but god , does it send vibrations through zoe's petite frame , cunt becoming slick against her lacy panties . " don’t stop. please, don’t stop. ”

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Whispering "I have kids older then you" in your ear while you feel ring on my finger rubbing against your clit

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jesse doesn't hesitate. the moment her lips meet his, he deepens the kiss. one hand gripping her waist possessively, the other sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair. he groans low in his throat, as if he's been holding himself back for too long and finally, finally, the tension has snapped. the male pulls her closer, chest to chest, feeling every shallow breath she takes. the taste of her, mixed with guilt, lust, and longing... only fuels him. "that's it, zo," he murmurs between kisses, lips brushing over her jaw, then lower to the sensitive skin of her neck. "don’t think. just feel." he presses her back until she's against the kitchen counter, the cool marble sharp against her thighs as he lifts her slightly, letting her legs wrap around his waist. "youve been pretending so long, haven't you?" he whispers, voice rough against her skin. "pretending you're happy, pretending he still excites you, pretending you don’t want more." his mouth trails down the curve of her neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses. then, his hand; warm, strong ––– slides up her thigh beneath her dress. "you can keep playing house with him. but right now..." his voice drops, gravelly, dangerous. "...you’re mine."

she loves her husband , she does ! met him in a low life in her time , struggling to make ends meet , working doubles and then coming home to a run down apartment in a building that had the cops swarming in and out of everyday . then he came swooping in , helping her out and it was fun . enjoying fine dining and extravagant gifts and trips . but now that they were committed , she was locked down without a job and just a home to maintain , the adventures stopped and the reality of how boring her husband was sunk in . she felt selfish to complain , but the way jesse's muscular hand slid down her petite frame , grazed against her throat , has zoe's nipples hardening already . her blues meet his once more as he speaks , and every word has the older woman craving more . a beat between them , and zoe gives in . " fuck . " she swears beneath her breath , and before she could overthink it twice , her mouth crashes against her step - sons .

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she shifts in his lap, the movement deliberate, slow enough to pull a groan from his throat. her smile deepens, lazy and wicked, and she leans in just enough for her lips to graze his again ––– barely there, a ghost of a kiss. “you want every detail?” she questions, voice soft but dangerous. “even the ones i shouldn’t say out loud?” sydney's breath fans against his jaw as she trails kisses down the side of his neck, her hands gliding over his shoulders, his chest, before resting flat against him. “i think about you...” she continues, her tone darker now, rawer, like confession. “when i shouldn’t. when i'm lying in bed, trying to forget that i know exactly how your lips feels against mine. when i'm in bed with sam, pretending everything’s normal, pretending that he's good at pleasing me. he doesn't know that i fake it with him, he doesn't know that the only times he has ever made me finish is when i close my eyes and picture you between my legs.” and she kisses him again; hotter, hungrier ––– as if they’ve already made the deal with the devil and they’re cashing in their sins. “so, if you're not bluffing. show me just how much you plan on never stopping."

tanner hadn't needed anyone to tell him that this was wrong, that he was potentially ruining a long friendship if sam ever found out. but they also were just going to have to be careful, because tanner hadn't wanted to stop, hadn't wanted her to go away, and she took up more time in his mind than he wanted to admit. ❝ you should know by now that i don't bluff, if i want something. i'm going to tell you. ❞ he smirked, fingers pressing into the skin of her hip, keeping her in place against him. ❝ then i'd tell you that i want you tell me more, about everything you're thinking about. don't leave out a single detail. ❞ tanner muttered against her lips as he returned the kiss, urging her forward into to straddle his lap. ❝ you can ride shotgun on the way down, i'll save you a seat. because i don't plan on stopping anytime soon. even if that means sneaking you into my room every single night. ❞ 

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sydney’s lips curve slowly, slyly, as her hands find his shoulders, steadying herself against him. her voice is quiet, close to a whisper, but dripping with meaning. “you shouldn’t read into it too much,” she murmurs, dragging one hand up the back of his neck, fingers grazing his hair. “maybe i just wanted to see if you were bluffing.” the air between them is heavy and she doesn’t even try to fight the grin tugging at her mouth. she leans in closer, their foreheads nearly touching. when she speaks again, her tone shifts, lower, more intimate. "what if i told you i’ve been thinking about it more than i should be?" her lips brush his, once. light. testing. "that might be the problem." and with that, she leans in –– no hesitation this time –– and kissed him, slow at first, like she was savoring the weight of the moment, then deeper, more urgent. when she finally pulls away, her breath is shaky, but her smile still intact. "if we're going to hell for this, we might as well make it worth it."

after sending off the slew of texts tanner had expected to hear something back from her, but then he didn't and suddenly he had been a little worried that he'd done something wrong - or said something wrong. for all he knew she could have been screenshotting the messages and sending them off to sam, then he'd have to explain himself, or pretend like he'd been drinking too much. falling back onto his bed he was trying to decide on his next move, stewing in what might be coming next if this got bad. what he hadn't expected was to hear the knock on his door as it opened, sitting up on the bed she'd appeared and tanner couldn't help the smile that stretched over his features. ❝ yeah, it keeps me up at night. ❞ he teased, winking over at her before he held his arms out. ❝ c'mere. ❞ reaching for the girl he'd easily pulled her in, shifting the girl to stand between his legs as his arms fell around her waist. ❝ i might feel bad about it if you hadn't replied, or showed up here. so it must mean that you're thinking about it too. ❞ 

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the smile on her lips only widened as tanner admitted he wasn't under any kind of influence and that he also hadn't texted the wrong person, he wanted sydney as much as the femme had just realized she wanted him. a low giggle leaves her throat at the text messages he continues to send, all of a sudden the guilt she felt for already having a boyfriend began to disappear. nodding to herself as she puts down the phone in order to get ready, she doesn't bother replying... would rather have him think she's ghosting him and then surprise him minutes later. standing up, the femme checks herself out in the full length mirror she has opposite the bed, fluffing her hair before changing out of her pajama pants into a hoodie and a pair of jean shorts; casual enough but she still looked hot. grabbing both her car keys and the keys to her boyfriend and tanner's apartment, it didn't take long for sydney to make her way there, heart racing the entire journey. brunette creeps in through the front door, hoping sam hadn't come home early from work because then she'd never receive what she came for, not from tanner anyway. her knuckles rap on his bedroom door three times before she lets herself in, smirk on her lips as her gaze falls to him. "you're a terrible person, you know that?" sydney teases, knowing she might be just as bad if not worse. "hitting on your roommate's girlfriend? the betrayal." but she laughs anyway, telling herself it's not as bad because tanner had her first, way before sam ever did.

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tanner knew that this really had the potential to backfire on him, and that wouldn't be good for either of them, but he also didn't care. it was hard not to think about her, or the last time they had spent together, it had been awhile ago, but it was always forefront on his mind. for a moment he was nervous that she might not reply, or tell him to get lost. so when his phone went off tanner sucked in a breath as he slowly let it out while replying.

[ sms : tanner ]: yes i'm thinking straight, i had 2 drinks 2 hours ago [ sms : tanner ]: and yes i know i'm texting u [ sms : tanner ]: i just want you to come over here, i miss u [ sms : tanner ]: and ur hot ass [ sms : tanner ]: pls

the text could easily come out as needy, and he didn't care, he was a man with a need right now, and that need was her. in any kind of form, though he was hoping that he'd really be able to get her to come to his room.

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sitting cross legged on her bed, laptop in front and books sprawled out beside her was how sydney was planning to spend the rest of her evening, her next week was full of exams meaning this weekend would be non stop studying. the femme's eyes had been glued to her laptop screen while simultaneously making notes for the past three hours now and so when the iphone beside her knee dinged multiple times, hand picks the device up almost immediately ––– thankful for the distraction. the brunette giggles at each bold and needy text from her best friend, she knew he must've had a drink or two as they hadn't been intimate in such a long time but sydney would be a liar if she said she hadn't thought about tanner and their bed time adventures in awhile, even if she was taken.

txt: are you ok lmao like are u thinking straight? txt: was this meant for me? like u know you're texting syd right? txt: u can't be texting your best friend / ur roommate's gf like this tanner lmao

she closes her laptop anyway, fully focusing on her text conversation with tanner. although she knows entertaining him is wrong, she needed tanner to confirm that he knew who he was texting, and that he wasn't drunk, because sydney wanted what he was offering, she just needed to be sure it was her he wanted.

open: f connection: exes, fwb, something taboo ( love that ), honestly anything tbh let ur mind run wild etc: if you want one of my other guys just lmk !

it had been a slow day at work, so tanner took off early and found himself up at the bar. he knew that once the weekend started and the tourists started checking in tomorrow that things would get busier, so tonight he was going to enjoy himself instead. and maybe he'd enjoyed himself a little too much as he found himself scrolling through his phone, looking at a few pictures that probably weren't meant for the public eye, and definitely not at his place of work - but he didn't care. pulling up her number, he didn't think twice before sending off the first of too many texts.

[ sms: tanner ]: how you look when you're wet is something i can't forget

hitting send he could only smirk at himself, knowing that she wouldn't be expecting it, or maybe she was thinking about him too? now that was something he could get behind.

[ sms: tanner ]: i just wanna kiss your lips [ sms: tanner ]: the ones between your hips

this wasn't the kind of person he was, the drunk texter, or needy for that matter - but there was just something about her that he could never get out of his mind.

[ sms: tanner ]: come over

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his smirk only deepened as he leaned his weight against the door, arms folding loosely across his chest, eyes never straying far. “hypothesis?” he echoed, tone dipped in mischief. “i didn’t come in here with a scientific method, sweetheart. i came in on instinct.” jesse's gaze lingered a beat too long before dragging slowly back up to meet hers. “but if you’re asking me to theorize…” jesse pushed off the door, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. “i’d say it’d end with you dropping that towel. not because you forgot to lock the door, but because you didn’t want to.” he pauses, letting the air still with unspoken tension. “i think you heard me come in. and i think you didn’t mind.” another step. close now. close enough that his voice could fall to a whisper. "am i wrong, or are we still pretending?"

The door closed with a soft click and all she could hear were his words. Crosslegged, right hand around her breasts, she caught the towel with her left. Though not before she noticed how his eyes were drinking her. "You think I didn't lock the door to my ensuite because I was secretly hoping you'd sneak inside?" Unfolding the towel, she wrapped it around herself, stepping out of the shower. The distance between them closing slightly. "You really think that highly of yourself?" The brunette cocked her head slightly. "Or are you thinking highly of me - seeing as you snuck into my bedroom, my bathroom, hoping I'd leave the door unlocked." She'd taken another step towards him. "Tell me; what was your hypothesis? How did you think this would end?"

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he tears his gaze from her breasts, as difficult as it was because love was perfect, flipping the girl around so now jesse was laying against the cushions on the bed. "yeah, you want me that bad?" he teases, can feel his length hardening beneath his jeans. "you wanna strip for me, baby? show me how bad you want me..."

love let him lift her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, she leaned her head to the side slightly so he had more space. she let outa small breath as she felt the bed under her, she looked up at him and helped with her shirt. she looked at him and watched his reaction to her "could say the same to you." love could feel her chest fall and rise quickly "i want you so bad."