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"no seriously, why are you being so fucking weird dude?" serena asked, straight to the point. she'd been trying to ignore it for the past few hours they'd been hanging out but she couldn't any longer. "is there food in my teeth or what?" for as long as she'd known jesse, it wasn't hard to tell when something was off with him. she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. "you're kinda freaking me out."

"what? no!" jesse rubs the back of his neck, avoiding serena's gaze as he stammers out a response. he knew he shouldn't have been looking at it, knew it was a violation of her privacy. but at the same time, he couldn't deny the effect it had on him, the way his body reacted to the mere thought of serena. he knew he should come clean, tell her what he'd seen and apologize for invading her personal space. but the words stuck in his throat, too ashamed and embarrassed to admit to what he'd done. so instead, he just shook his head, forcing a weak smile. "nothing, really. just... a lot on my mind is all."

tanner still wasn't sure what had made her want to watch this movie, but he also wasn't upset as it had given them a reason to stay close. being close to one another wasn't something they had ever struggled with, and it was one of tanners favorite things, letting his arm brush against hers, a hand on her hip, it hadn't mattered so long as she was within reach. as the movie had gotten more thriling he had to chuckle at the way she'd all but jumped into his lap, head burying into his neck. ❝ you know, if you wanted to sit on my lap, you could've just done it. didn't have to put on a movie and get all scared. ❞ 

lili peeks up at tanner from his shoulder, her big blue eyes wide and innocent. a small smirk plays at the corner of her lips. "i don't know what you're talking about, tanner," she whispers, her voice sweet. "i just wanted to watch a movie with my big brother. it's not my fault this one is so scary." she nuzzles into his neck, her soft lips brushing quickly against his skin, thank god the light was off and their parents couldn't see. she knows tanner can feel her body pressed against his, the soft swell of her breasts pushing into his chest. "besides," lili continues, her hand sliding up his thigh, palm soon reaches his crotch, cupping him through his jeans. "i thought you liked taking care of me."

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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? ”

“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.”

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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.."

"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."

"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."

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?"

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. ”

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?"

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 .

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."