Ethan Landry Oneshots

My soon-to-be stepmom pt 2*

contains: SMUT; stepcest (stepmom!reader x ethan); blackmail; forbidden; semi public (touching in front of Bailey and Quinn under a blanket); Quinn and Bailey are kinda dumb; cheating
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You tucked your feet under the blanket as you got comfortable on the couch. It was family movie night. Something that started on Bailey’s want.

He thought it would bring you closer as a family. What he didn’t know was that two members already got quite close.

You had told Ethan that it was a one time thing. You only helped him. It was ‘hormonal things’ you passed it off as. That’s at least what you disguised it with.

But Ethan on the other hand couldn’t pass it off as anything more than wanting to do it again. Maybe go a step further. It was wrong, sure. But Ethan couldn’t forget the way your hand wrapped around him so easily.

Bailey soon joined originally taking a seat beside you, when Quinn asked for him to sit on the floor with her to discuss her studies.

“But it’s movie night, Quinn.” He said, but she persisted, saying that ‘this can’t wait’. Bailey gives you an apologetic look as he slides to the floor beside Quinn.

Then just as the movie began to play a body jumped onto the couch beside you. You turn your head to see Ethan. Bailey noticed him too.

“I thought you hated movie nights?” Bailey said, eyeing his son.

Ethan shrugged. “Something changed my mind.” And of course Bailey didn’t notice the look Ethan sent to you.  

You quickly shift your gaze to the tv, gulping. He wouldn’t try anything here. He was just here to watch the movie.

Even you knew how wrong you were. Because soon the couch began to dip further on your side as Ethan shifted closer.

You kept your gaze on the movie, praying ignorance. Ethan’s gaze continuously shifted from the movie to you. He grew annoyed as you had gradually let your hair fall, covering the side of the face Ethan was staring at.

He glanced down at Quinn and Bailey, busy with a mix of watching the movie and quietly discussing Quinn’s education. He clicked his jaw, looking back to you, his gaze dropping down your body.

And that’s when he realised you knew he kept staring, because you brought the blanket further up your body to cover yourself.

Ethan coughed, speaking at a normal tone so that the whole family could hear. “Are you really not gonna share that blanket, y/n?”

You whip your gaze to Ethan, then to Bailey. You had wanted to make a good impression on his kids, and not sharing a blanket with one is on the wrong side of that book.

You sigh, slowly shifting the blanket across the couch. Ethan smirks, slipping underneath, and moving much, much closer to you.

It was quite a few minutes later when you began to feel a small brush along your leg. Why had you worn loose shorts? Why?

The caresses grew more noticeable as Ethan brushed his fingers back and forth over your bare thigh, concealed under the blanket.

You keep your gaze on the movie. Just keep your gaze on the movie—you told yourself. But then Ethan’s fingers began to draw patterns closer and closer to your inner thigh.

You slipped your hand under the blanket, reaching to stop his hand. For two main reasons. The obvious: being how wrong you two being close is, and the reason you wish wasn’t true…

You were turned on by his touches, the pads of his fingers sending shivers down your spine.

But Ethan grabbed your hand the moment it neared, as he leant towards your ear, keeping a close eye on his family. “Just let me feel.” He breathlessly whispered, making your heart quicken. “Or our family will know what a disgusting slut you are, having touched your stepson.”