open to : f/nb college student / based on : this
this was the type of situation that they’d look back on one day and laugh about, he was sure of it, but as of right now? owen couldn’t see a single amusing thing about the fact that he’d fucked his soon-to-be stepdaughter. rewinding back to mid-december, he’d still had the sugar baby app on his phone ( before he’d become engaged to her mother, of course ) and they met for a quick hookup that turned into a winter fling when owen offered the extra funds to cover more than just her textbook costs. it’d been fun, refreshing, and exactly what he’d needed to get through his creative slump. back to the PRESENT, however, and they’d just endured the strangest dinner of owen’s life, most of his thoughts clouded with the fact that he knew what his fiancée’s daughter’s pussy tasted like. with dinner finished and the other’s mother busy doing dishes, owen excused himself, quietly heading upstairs in search of the younger woman. it wasn’t long before he was hover at the entrance of her room, leaning against her doorframe to peer inside. “so…” he drawled slowly, forced into a casual tone as his brown eyes wandered around. “this is your bedroom, huh?”
"You shouldn't be here"- Donna didn't look back at Owen, truly all that she wanted was that nightmare to be over.
When her mother talked so well of her new fiancée, she didn't expect to see the same man she had shared /bed/ with, specially not Owen who had left such a good impression. After him, Donna found hard to find another man who filled the expectations.-" It is not appropriate "- She tried her best to appear serious, even if she was dying to turn around and kiss his lips once more. -" And I need to get ready for bed..."
